Bared to Him (6 page)

He crouched and held the plug where she could see it. The black plug was made from some sort of flexible compound. Truthfully it wasn’t any bigger than the fingers he’d already stretched her with. It just looked imposing.

“You know the routine.”

She hesitated, but only for a minute. Everything so far had been better than she had expected. “Please,” she said, hoping he heard her trust and not her fear, “Put that plug in my ass, Sir.” She pulled her cheeks a bit farther apart.

He took his time lubing the plug. Her rear was already slick from his earlier penetration. “Relax,” he coached.

Rather than immediately inserting the plug, he slipped his finger inside. And then he pressed his thumb against her clit. She cried out. Her whole body ached for an orgasm. She shamelessly moved backwards silently asking for more.

He spanked her cunt once, hard. She gasped from the pain, the shock, the unbelievable sensation of being on the edge of coming. His smack was all she’d hoped for.

When he landed a second blow, she was no longer able to stay in position. She released her grip on her buttocks. “Sir!”

“Sub?” He continued to lightly touch her clit, but then he pulled his hand completely away before she could orgasm.

“I’d like to come, Sir.”

“I’m sure you would.”

She waited in breathless anticipation.

“No.”

“Please?” Oh God. In some of her reading, the subs begged their Dom for an orgasm. She’d rolled her eyes at the idea of anyone making her plead. “Please, Sir!” Here she was, no pride, behaving the same way. It was now moving past a desire. She needed to climax to release the tension crawling up her spine.

“Back into position, sub.”

She fought for breath and to keep her thoughts straight. Playing with him seemed to short-circuit her brainwaves, making it impossible to focus.

He pushed on her shoulders gently. His touch seemed to ground her. After drawing a deep breath, she reached back and again spread her butt cheeks for him.

“You’ll be rewarded,” he promised.

“Soon, Sir?”

“Greedy sub.”

“Yes, Sir, I am.” And it was entirely his fault, though she didn’t dare say that. Her whole body felt alive with anticipation. Every nerve was on edge. Her buttocks stung from his earlier spanking, and now her pussy throbbed. How much more could she endure?

He fucked her ass with the plug, sliding it in a bit, then pulling it back out, stretching her, letting her become accustomed to the girth.

“This time, it’s going all the way in.”

She tensed her muscles. He pinched her thigh, obviously intending it as a distraction. As she moved, he pushed the plug home. She grunted.

“That wasn’t a very ladylike sound.”

“That wasn’t a very gentlemanly action,” she countered, then quickly added, “Sir.” The outer ring of her anus settled in, and the plug no longer bothered her. In fact, the intrusion added to her near-delirium.

“The black plug against your skin looks lovely,” he said. “And I like knowing you’re uncomfortably full for me. It will make fucking you even hotter. Now stand.”

He offered his assistance, and she needed it. Her insides felt a bit cramped, her muscles were definitely fatigued, and she was a little dizzy from being bent over for so long.

“I want you on the spanking bench,” he said. “On your back so I can clamp and whip your gorgeous tits.”

Chapter Five

Since her legs would barely support her, and her mind had fractured into dozens of pieces, she had to rely on him to help her.

He effortlessly lifted her into his arms. For a moment, she was lulled by the comfort, and she turned her head against his chest, feeling the softness of his very expensive shirt against her cheek. For a moment she was reminded by their differences.

A billionaire?
He was so far out of reach, and she knew all they had was the moment. For right now, it was enough. She wasn’t sure anything would ever top this experience. Her back country snowboarding had taught her to seize each moment. The weather conditions were not always perfect, the snow wasn’t always just right, but you went for it. And when it occasionally all came together in an exhilarating run, she savoured it.

“You doing okay?”

She looked up at him. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for tonight.”

Her one-night Dom smiled, and she felt cared for and special. Yes, the moment was enough.

He laid her on top of the bench and said, “Let your arms hang comfortably.”

That was impossible, and more so when he secured her in place. He checked her shoulders, making sure her movements weren’t totally constricted.

“Good,” he said. He nodded. “Now spread your legs.” He moved a couple of the footholds so that her feet rested on a small ledge.

She was perched at the edge of the bench, leaving her sex completely exposed. She was aware of the plug. Its presence was maddening, keeping her aware of her submission and her arousal.

He repositioned her slightly. “Better?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you, Sir.” Until he adjusted the footholds, she hadn’t been aware that she’d had pressure on the small of her back. She’d never been with a man who paid this much attention to the small details. If she wasn’t careful, she might begin to fall for the billionaire.

He went back to the counter and returned with two sturdy, thick lengths of leather. Each had a buckle and a D-ring on the end.
Was there no end to the things he had in the bag?
“Sir?”

“These are for your thighs.” He fastened them in place and ran a finger beneath each strand. “No pinched skin?”

“No, Sir.”

“If I tied just your ankles, you’d be able to move around a bit.” He tugged her legs a little farther apart and fastened her securely to the bench. “This way there’s no hiding from me, no matter what I do to you.”

He stood, hands on his hips, looking at her. She met his gaze. The contrast in his features was startling. His jaw was set, but his eyes held a tenderness that surprised her. “What are you going to do, Sir?”

“Whip that beautiful pussy,” he said.

Instinctively she struggled against the restraints.

“You look lovely when you’re frightened,” he said, capturing her chin. He traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Your efforts are futile, but the way you’re moving turns me on.”

“I…”

“You’ll be begging for it,” he said.

She shook her head, but part of her believed him. He brushed his fingertips across her brows, down her nose. Then he traced his knuckles down the column of her throat.

“A lovely woman, tied for my pleasure… I want you, Myka.”

His voice had turned gruff. She liked the way he spoke to her. His words were sexy and honest, and they aroused her.

Under his continued soothing touch, she began to relax. He tweaked her nipples and kneaded her breasts. He pinched her ribs and buttocks and gently squeezed her throat. He kept his hands in motion, creating exquisite bursts of pain and pleasure all over her body. He stroked her pussy and simultaneously tapped on the plug. She groaned and arched towards him as much as she was able, trying to communicate her need for more.

Master Phillip put his palms on either side of her head and then captured her mouth in a demanding, searing kiss. She met his tongue aggressively, and he rewarded her by digging one hand into her hair and pulling hard.

She was lost. She’d never dreamed anything like this existed.

He moved his other hand down her ribs, over her belly, and unerringly found her clit. She came instantly, grinding her pubis against his palm and sucking on his tongue.

He held her while she rode out the orgasm. He ended the kiss slowly, but he smoothed her hair back from her face while she fought for breath.

“I love how real your reactions are,” he said. “Playing with such a responsive sub is an honour.”

She’d had no idea sex could be this good. Nothing she’d read had prepared her for the emotional impact of this kind of connection. She ached to wrap her arms around him. If the evening ended right here and now, she’d be satisfied. She’d experienced enough to fuel months of masturbatory fantasies. But he wasn’t finished with her.

“You’re perfect, girl.”

Every action, every word reinforced the dynamic between them. She realised the earlier spanking had been necessary, no matter how much she had hated it. He’d drawn boundary lines, and if he hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in the same mental space that she was right now.

Sir Phillip kept a hand on her reassuringly until the tremors stopped. And when he went to his bag, it was only for a few moments. He returned carrying a set of nipple clamps, the chain dangling from his index finger.

“Although these are clovers, the pressure is fairly light, as clamps go.”

They looked like instruments of torture to her. She tried to stay still, but if she hadn’t been tied so tightly, she might have tried to run. She stared, transfixed, at the menacing silver metal.

“You always have your safe word,” he said, as if reading her fear.

He moved quickly then, gripping one of her nipples and pinching it into a tight nub, giving her no time to protest.

“I won’t make you beg,” he said.

She wasn’t sure she’d be able to, anyway.

“Ready?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer before attaching the first clamp.

She cried out at the shocking, unexpected pressure. Showing no mercy, he moved on to her other nipple, teasing it with his fingers until it was rigid, then ruthlessly clamping it.

“Breathe,” he coached. “Focus on my pleasure at seeing you suffer for me.”

He lifted the chain and pulled on her nipples, distending them painfully. She whimpered. Tears stinging her eyes, she looked away.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

His attention was focused on her, and his gaze was cloudy with desire. His cock was hard, and she realised she’d do anything to earn it. In that moment, his pleasure mattered more than hers.

“You please me, sub.”

Unbelievably her pussy began to throb again.

“I can smell you,” he said. “A sub, hot for her Dom.”

She expected to feel embarrassed, but his statement was so matter-of-fact that it heightened her arousal.

He released his grip on the chain and once again went to the counter. He selected a flogger and showed it to her. “It’s crafted from deer hide.”

The whip’s handle was woven black leather. At least a dozen bright red strands cascaded downward. It looked imposing, and she swallowed deeply.

“This is one of my favourite implements. Like the clamps, it looks worse than it feels.”

“Honestly, Sir, that isn’t reassuring.”

He flicked his wrist a couple of times. She was sure his grin held a glint of wicked triumph. He was pure Dom. “Its impact is fairly light, and it’s designed for whipping your breasts and genitals. We’ll start slow.”

He did. He trailed the strands down her body, igniting nerve endings.

He smacked her a couple of times on the insides of her thighs, but he barely brushed her pussy.

“Yes,” she whispered, giving herself over to the light, stinging sensations.

“Yes, what?”

“Please… More, Sir.”

“What do you want more of, sub?”

“Everything, Sir. Everywhere.”

“Where, specifically?”

Was he deliberately impossible? He began to whip the insides of her thighs, alternating from left to right, blazing eroticism across her skin.

“Myka?”

“My breasts, Sir. My pussy. I want it.”
Need it. Crave it.

He gave her everything she asked for, raining blows on her breasts as he pulled on her clamps. He continued to torment her nipples as he moved the deer leather to her pussy and spanked her there.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Sir, I want to come.” Like a shameless hussy, she arched towards his whip.