Boss (22 page)

“I am so ready, Sir.”

After she’d downed half the bottle, he recapped it and set it aside. “Need a longer break? Anything else?”

She rubbed at the goosebumps on her arms. “I’m fine.”

He carried over a chair from the far wall and positioned it in a large open space. “Now,” he instructed standing to the side of the chair, “I want you over here, on your knees. Remove my belt and offer it to me.”

“This seems a bit like asking a condemned man to put on his own noose.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

She climbed from the bed and took a step toward him.

“Stop.”

Instantly, she did.

“I need to look at you, drink you in.” For a moment, he didn’t know how to breathe. Kelsey, his sub, stood there, her cunt shaved bare, her body naked, wearing his thick collar. Soon, her skin would bear marks inflicted by his belt.

He was awed. She was perfect. “Thank you.” His voice cracked, maybe for the first time ever as he said, “You…” He cleared his throat. “You may continue.”

After she was in position, she fumbled with his buckle. From where he stood looking down, he saw that her hands were shaking. But since he wanted her to experience every moment, he didn’t help her out.

Finally, concentrating hard, she managed to unfasten it and pull it free.

She hesitated, apparently thinking through the best way to present it. Finally, she folded it in half, laid it across her palms and bowed her head.

“If you had studied how to do that, you couldn’t have done it better.”

Kelsey looked up at him.

He wondered how few people, men, had given her praise. And he vowed to ensure she heard it often from him.

Obviously surprising her, he set the belt aside. Instead, he instructed, “Put the clamps on your nipples.”

She shook her head, as if to clear it.

When he’d laid out the toys earlier, he’d placed the clamps on the nightstand, and she easily found them.

“I’ve only ever used the clothespins,” she said.

“Make sure you place them back a bit. The closer it is to the tip, the more it will hurt. You’ll figure it out.”

He stood over her, watching as she held up her left breast and played with her nipple until it hardened.

The sight of her, so intent, trying to figure it out, made blood surge through him. She looked at once innocent and sultry, Madonna and sinner.

She winced when she affixed the first one.

If he hadn’t been a hardened Dom, he’d have plucked it from her tender flesh. Instead he drove her, willing her to take more, experience everything she craved. “It looks sensational,” he said, his voice seeming to echo in the room. “So swollen.”

“It’s painful,” she protested.

“And it will get more so,” he assured her.

Maybe because she knew what to expect, it took her considerably longer to put the second one on.

He closed his eyes temporarily to sear the image into his brain. “Beautiful,” he said. “Now put your hands on your hips and thrust out your breasts.”

She gasped as she did so and the chain moved, pulling on the clamps.

“Even prettier than I might have imagined.” She wasn’t just any sub. She was his. “Knowing that your tits are going to be so tormented will make your spanking even more difficult to endure.” Nathan grabbed the belt and took a seat in the chair. “Across my lap.”

“Did I say twelve was my favorite number?” She put a hand on the mattress to help her stand. “I meant two.”

“Stay brave, and hurry your hot little ass up before I add extra stripes for stalling.”

She walked slower than normal, as if trying to minimize the pressure on her nipples. But he could see it was a losing battle for her.

When she was close enough, he grabbed hold of her and yanked her across his lap, sending the chain swaying frantically even as she reached for the hardwood floor.

He caught her legs between his to keep her steady as well as to trap her.

“Sir!”

“Cease your thrashing, sub.”

It took her several seconds to settle down and find her balance, but he didn’t wait to start rubbing her skin to get it ready for the taste of his leather. “This, tonight, may leave a couple of marks.”

Before he started, he played with her pussy, distracting her, and he even pressed a finger to her anal whorl.

Her sounds changed from protest to encouragement, something she probably wasn’t aware of. No doubt she had no idea how perfectly compliant she sounded. How natural.

He continued to rub her vigorously for many seconds more than necessary, then he said, “Count these for me, Kelsey.”

The moment he spoke, she clenched her entire body.

“Relax.” He stroked her skin. “When I talk about training, this is part of it. My words—that we are about to start—are a signal to you, and ideally I want you to exhale and let your body go soft rather than rigid.”

She expelled a breath and lessened the tension in her body.

“That’s it,” he approved. “Keep that in mind in the future, as well.”

“Yes, Nathan.”

He spanked her with the belt using an upstroke on the tops of her thighs.

She groaned and wiggled on his lap.

“I didn’t hear a number,” he said.

“One, Nathan.” The words sounded grudging and forced.

By the time he was finished with her, she’d be much more compliant. He gave her the next four in quick succession, forcing her to count nonstop.

Finally he relented, allowing her to allow her to catch her breath. “Keep your body pliable,” he suggested.

He landed the sixth stripe across both of her buttocks.

“Six, Nathan.” She squirmed away and flattened her hands on the floor to keep balanced.

He pulled her back up and landed the belt again, a little higher.

“Seven, Nathan.”

On the eighth, she grunted and gave the count, but she stopped trying to maneuver away. “Yes,” he softly. “That’s it. My sub.”

“Nine,” she whispered after the next one.

“Your ass is getting so red for me.” He paused for several seconds to rub her skin and ease the ache he knew she must be experiencing. “Is twelve still your favorite number?”

“This hurts way more than last night, Sir.”

“Lucky for you, it’s less fatiguing than spanking you with my bare hand. So if you want to go to fifteen or twenty, it’s not a problem.”

“No!” She dug her toes into the floorboards.

“Which number is next, sub?”

“Ten?” Then a second later, she said, “Ten,” with much more confidence.

Since she was expecting the stripe, he surprised her by holding off. Instead, he dipped a hand between her legs to tease her clitoris. “Your pussy is as hot as your bottom, Kelsey.”

“Oh God,” she said, squirming, arching back to him, silently pleading for more.

“You like a taste of leather, even when it burns.”

“Sir! Nathan! I’m so ready to come.”

“You can hold off.” He moved his hand out of the way and delivered a stinging eleventh smack.

“Oh dear God,” she said, whimpering.

He eased a finger into her cunt. “How are your nipples?”

“The clamps are maddening. They ache, but I like it. It makes absolutely no sense.”

“And every time you move, they sway.”

“Making me hornier,” she said. “Please, may I have an orgasm?”

He’d known she’d be compliant. He just hadn’t known how much he would enjoy it.

“Nathan.”

She tightened her body as she fought off the orgasm, and he saw an alluring sheen of perspiration dotting her back. At some point, maybe without her being aware of it, she’d given herself over to him, obeying him completely.

To him, it didn’t get any better. “Take another for me,” he said.

“Yes.” She drew in a breath then forced it out in a shudder.

When she was completely relaxed, he brought the belt down, landing it just above her buttocks. She screamed and bucked.

He reached beneath her and yanked on the dangling chain, making her writhe. Then he rubbed the mark left by his belt and said, “You deserve this.” He plunged three fingers into her cunt. “But I’m still going to make you work for it.”

Nathan kept his hand still.

At first, she whimpered, but then she began to move, evidently letting go of her hesitation and gaining confidence as she dug her fingers into the floor to gain some leverage to push herself against him. She shamelessly rotated her hips, trying to reach orgasm.

“Yes,” he encouraged, moving a bit so he could squeeze one of her breasts hard, forcing flesh against the rubber-coated metal.

“Oh God. Too much, too much.”

He eased off then squeezed again harder. In response, her pussy tightened.

She lifted onto her tiptoes and arched.

The moment she found the right angle, he knew. He felt her internal muscles clench his fingers and she cried out his name.

By slow measures, he released his grip. After she’d ridden out the orgasm, he pulled out his fingers then helped her to stand.

Instead of letting her go, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close until her breathing returned to normal.

Eventually, she put a hand on his chest and eased away from him.

“I never suspected anything like this existed.”

“Me either.”

She tipped her head back. “I’m not sure I quite believe you. You’ve played with a lot of subs.”

“None of them have been you.” They’d all had much more experience, and he’d appreciated them, but there was something unique about being her first. It sharpened him, made him carefully craft scenes in his head before he ever touched her. There were things he wanted her to know, confidence he wanted to instill before Saturday. Damn. He was already proud of her. “How does your body feel?” He looped the chain of her clamps around his index finger and lifted it a few inches, testing, watching.

She closed her eyes and tipped back her head.

“You like a lot of pressure,” he observed. A lot of women would have snarled at him or used a safe word by now, but her face was slack from pleasure.

“The clothespins were never enough. But these…?”

He waited.

“You did say they’re mine.”

“I did. But I didn’t say they would stay at your house.”

“That’s mean, Mr. Donovan.”

“And what have I ever done or said that would make you think otherwise?” But because they’d been on there long enough, he cupped her right breast. “This may hurt. Or not.” Just in case, the moment he opened the clip, he pinched her nipple and slowly, slowly let it go, massaging it the entire time.

Instead of yelping as he might have expected, she sighed.

A minute or so later, he had the other one off her, as well. “We can put them back on anytime you’re ready.”

“I may ask you to do that.”

“Courageous sub. Or maybe you’re a masochist in this area?”

“I don’t think that’s true. But I liked it.”

“Ready for more?”

Her eyes darkened in response.

“On your back. Keep your body on the towel.”

While she did as he asked, he put the chair back where it belonged and lit the candle’s wick. It took a moment to catch, then it flared with a satisfying hiss. “This is meant for sensation play. It melts at a lower temperature than most wax. It won’t hurt. Much.”

When he looked back at her, her gaze was focused on the flickering flame.

Chapter Ten

No matter how hard she tried to look away, Kelsey was mesmerized.

Nathan had talked to her about trust, and everything he did tested it. Especially this.

He loomed over her with the round blue taper, and her mouth dried a little when the wax started to melt.

Nathan cupped his hand then tipped the candle sideways until a drop of wax fell onto his skin.

That it hadn’t hit her surprised her, made her more interested in what he was doing.

Systematically he moved higher, testing the temperature on his wrist. Then he grabbed another of the washcloths and wiped his skin clean. “Masturbate for me, Kelsey,” he told her.

She tamped down her instinctive embarrassment and the flash of fear as she worried about what to expect. Focusing on pleasing him, she moved her hands over her breasts, brushing her tender nipples.

Her whole body lit up from the brief contact. The nipple clamps had been amazing, giving her a sensation she’d never had before. If he intended to take them away from her, she would be going online to order a pair.

She closed her eyes to concentrate on what she was doing and not on the image of him standing over her with the burning candle.

Kelsey ran a palm down her ribs then over her belly to her pubis. The bare skin was a momentary shock. Though she probably wouldn’t ever tell him, she enjoyed being even more sensitive.

She was distracted in her own thoughts when hot liquid danced across her right nipple.

She sucked in a breath.

Before she could decide whether or not she liked it, a second followed, then a third.

Almost instantly the wax dried and the heat dissipated. It was a tiny, enthralling lick of erotic pain.

And she liked it.

He dropped another on her left nipple.

Naughtily she lifted her chest, inviting more.

He gave it to her, trailing from right to left, then starting in the middle to work outward in the opposite direction, creating a design she couldn’t see.

She stroked her pussy faster. The dozens of pinpricks breathed life into her nerve endings. Kelsey had never experienced anything like it. The more he gave her, the more she wanted.

“Watch.”

Hypnotized by his voice, she opened her eyes and did as he said.

The fallen wax had hardened but didn’t stick to her skin. He swiped the blue beads from one of her breasts, then he squeezed the nipple to a tight bud. Nathan held the taper close, exquisitely close to her flesh.

“Yes,” she encouraged, suddenly afraid he wouldn’t do it.

He didn’t disappoint.

It stung and burned.

She stroked her pussy harder, delving inside, finger-fucking herself as he crowned her nipple with the wax. With sudden insight, she realized he’d instructed her to masturbate as a way to distract her from what he was doing, but also to enhance the entire experience. He was masterful with her.