Damian releases my arms and adjusts the bench downward before assisting me off. I sink to my knees with his slight nudge to my sweaty shoulder. When I'm able to, I glance up and see that Damian's in front of me gazing down. He calls me beautiful, but really it's he who holds the title. His fierce look of pure dominant pride makes me want to kiss his feet. "Unzip my pants and take my cock into your mouth. Use your hands on my balls. I like a small amount of pain, so keep that in mind. You will drink me down and lick my cock clean." It's a command, and who am I to deny a Master?With shaking hands, I manage his zipper. He's commando and it's near impossible to get the material to give enough. His large cock springs free when I've all but given up. I push the clinging material slightly past his hips so I can palm his balls. I squeeze just enough. If nothing else, I'm good at judging what men need to orgasm as quickly as possible or delay it for hours. Damian's fingers sink into my braid.
I fade back into Damian's realm and discover he's removed the toys from my ass and pussy along with the wrist and ankle cuffs. Damn, the nipple clamps are gone too. He lifts me within his strong arms and carries me out of his big glorious dungeon. He gently places me on his large bed. My eyes are barely open, but I watch sleepily as he undresses. He joins me and pulls me into his chest. His fingers unweave my braid and spread the damp strands around us. His touch remains tender while he massages my shoulders and back. Ever so slowly, his hands move down until he's rubbing my red ass and thighs.His voice is incredibly low when he speaks. "My father started Pleas-Her Toys. He was rarely around when I was a child. He never married my mother but I didn't understand that as a young boy." His hand stops moving and just rests against my fevered flesh. "He had a different woman in almost every state. I still have no idea how many half brothers and sisters I have. He showed up once or twice a
My cell wakes me. It's Monroe and it's very strange to hear from him so soon. I leave Lydia sleeping and head to my penthouse office so I won't wake her."Yeah," I answer with a little more heat than I probably should. Leaving Lydia alone in my bed was not how I planned this morning."I have an emergency."My irritation disappears. "What's wrong?""I have two women who need transport. The circumstances are delicate or I wouldn't ask. I need you to handle this personally." I can hear in his tone that this is serious.Three minutes later, I have details and it's not good. I'm out the door five minutes later. I call my emergency pilot so the plane is ready by the time I hit the airport. I also call Carl to handle Lydia for me. I didn't wake her because my explanation required time, which I didn't have. After learning the two women were in imminent danger, I made the decision to leave Lydia in my bed and explain later.I would love to see her fiery eyes when she wakes up and I'm not there.
I open the bedroom door to Sam's exuberant dog kisses. At least he missed me. I lie down on the lush carpet and let him cuddle while I run my fingers through his short black fur.Then I cry.I'm not sure how much time passes, when a quiet knock sounds at the front door. I lift myself from the floor and open the door to Raul. He hesitates for only a moment before his arms slip around me. The tears start again."Oh, baby," he whispers while rubbing my back with slow circles.Sobs bubble up from my throat and spill over. Raul lifts me, and my strong submissive friend carries me to the couch where he sits with me on his lap. He places gentle kisses on my head. The truth spills out and I tell him everything about my night with Damian. With a last sniff, I admit I've fallen in love with the damn hell's spawn.Raul squeezes me tighter. "He loves you too, Lydia. I don't know why he left without a word, but he'll be back. The man has eyes for no one but you. Even when you don't know he's t
His arms loosen so I can turn but he's still holding me. God, he looks good enough to fucking eat. The cuffs of his white dress shirt are rolled up. He's in dress slacks and not his usual club attire. It takes everything I have not to drop at his feet and rest my head again him. I can't, though. That's not who I am. Or maybe it is who I am with him but he can never know it. "I don't want this. Please let me continue working."He shakes his head slightly. "No. We can do this the easy or hard way. Your call."Anna takes the flogger from my hand. She grins slightly without saying anything and I know I won't get any help from her."Lydia," Damian says and I turn back to him. "Place your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist." He doesn't give me time to reply before lifting me.I have no idea what shit he's pulling now. I also have no idea why I comply. I expect him to take me to his office. Instead, he walks past the carousel and stops at the bar. My rear end hits the
Damian's mother is everything he promised and more. She's asked me to call her Mom or Dixy. The only similarities in the two are their matching dimples. She's wearing a loose flowing gauzy dress similar to the ones I prefer when I'm not in the club. She's plump in a soft hugs kind of way and she immediately puts me at ease.She reaches up and pinches Damian's cheek after the introductions. "My boy here is smitten with you and thought he would need my help convincing you that he's a good catch." Damian groans and rolls his eyes. "None of that, young man. I'm about to point out that you have your faults but any woman would be crazy to turn down the opportunity to train you," she says with a little added steel in her voice that makes me smile.I give a nervous laugh because she clearly has Damian's stubbornness. "I'm sorry for not changing before meeting you. Your son seemed to think he was on a schedule."She takes my hands in hers and looks me up and down before commenting. "You're l
Once I'm in his desired position, he loops the neckties around my wrists and attaches them to the edges of the headboard. Now my ass is really in the air. I've never allowed a man to do this to me and I'm so damn ready."Spread your legs wider," he commands.The bottom of the bed dips when I comply. I'm not expecting his tongue on my pussy, and it startles me. Damian pinches my ass. "Your job is to remain still while I enjoy this amazing pussy. If you come, I'll add to the punishment you have coming.""Wha-" I try to ask but he stops with a stinging slap on my ass. His tongue and mouth go back to work driving me crazy. A few minutes later he adds his fingers and I almost go off. He reads me too well and backs away. The bed bounces slightly when he stands. I'm a quivering mess and not happy he's left me in this condition. I'm startled again when a bottle of lube lands in front of my face.Damian's hand smooths down my back. "Your call, Lydia, but this is what I want. It's one of you
The club is crowded and one problem after another takes me away from my wife. Lydia is expecting our first child and I would rather be doing something kinky, watching television, or even playing a game of chess rather than settling disputes over which sub belongs to whom.When I'm not around, Lydia has a way of getting into trouble or at least doing things I expressly forbid. I laugh at the thought. "Forbid" is considered the "F" word as far as she's concerned. I learned that the hard way. Now, with her advanced pregnancy, I'm doing my best to use gentle persuasion. The damn woman makes it hard.Our relationship morphed from two dominants, madly in love, with me controlling our life in the bedroom to a tricky D/s relationship when we aren't in the club. The change has been gradual and somehow we've made it work. Lydia is an incredible Domme and she needs her time in order to stay mentally balanced. She also desires domination and we've managed to navigate the sometimes stormy waters
I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a
Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an
I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the
Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan
The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas
I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f