Crack the Whip (11 page)

“I think we’re ready to begin.” Her voice was low and sultry. “I’m looking forward to this.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “But first you must give me a safe word.”

Safe word? Would he need one with her?

“I’m waiting. Do I need to punish you for refusing to give me one?”

“No.” His voice was thick and he cleared his throat again.

“Katydid.”

Her eyes flared, and for an instant, he was afraid she’d tell him to pick another one, but she simply dipped her head once.

“Fine. Now we’re ready.”

She disappeared behind him again, and when she returned, she was holding a complex cock ring. If he hadn’t been watching her so closely, he’d never have noticed the slight trembling of her hands. So. She wasn’t quite as in command as she pretended to be. It gave him confidence and made him relax fractionally.

“I understand that this can help restrain orgasm if used properly. And tonight I want you to experience all the things I have planned before I allow you your release.” She stared into his eyes. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes.” He heard the hoarseness of expectation in his voice.

“I trust you.”

A smile flirted with her lips. “Good. Very good.”

Reece had to clench his jaw to maintain control while her fingers, soft as spun silk, wrapped the cock ring beneath his balls and around the base of his penis. The oil warmed his skin, but not nearly as much as her touch. Every nerve ending was firing, every sense on high alert. It gave him an explicit understanding of what his subs felt when he played with them and that gave him an even greater sense of power.

But in a good way. A way that let him know how much pleasure he was able to give them even as they pleasured him.

When she had the apparatus firmly in place, she ran the tips of her fingers across the surface of his sac and up the length of his cock. He shuddered. He couldn’t help it.

“Does my touch arouse you?” Fire danced in her eyes.

“Here?” She stroked the thick head. “And here?” She squeezed his sac gently. “Tell me. The words.”

“Yes.” He released a breath. “It arouses me.”

“And this?” She pressed her mouth to one nipple and took it between her teeth.

Reece shuddered, his pulse racing.

“Ah. You did not answer me immediately. I think, underneath that arrogant attitude you wear, you really want me to punish you.” She nipped at the other nipple. “You can tell me how the sting of the lash you use on others feels to you.”

She walked back to the cupboard, and he heard her moving things around. Then she was back, holding a single tail whip just like the kind he preferred. When she trailed it lightly over his skin, he couldn’t control the shiver that raced through him. Jesus. She’d certainly learned the art of control from someone.

“I thought about blindfolding you,” she went on in a conversational voice. “It makes all the other senses so much more acute. But I wanted to be able to look in your eyes.”

She stood directly in front of him now. “See exactly what you were feeling. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, you know.”

She moved around his body again, the tail of the whip whispering over his skin. Suddenly Reece realized he wanted to feel that pain. Wanted her to use the lash to sting him.

Was this how his subs felt, craving the kiss of pain to reach the edge of pleasure?

He summoned every bit of control to remain still when she trailed the whip through the crease of his buttocks, stroking it up and down, teasing at his anus. His buttocks clenched involuntarily.

“I see you like that.”

Reece derived some small satisfaction from the unsteadiness of her voice and wondered if she’d really be able to carry through with the whole thing. Whatever happened, he’d do what he needed to because he loved her so damn much. He’d spent the week discovering just how very important she was to him and what an important part she played in her life. He desperately wanted her not only as his sub but also as his life partner. He wanted her to feel the same way, and if this was what it took, so be it.

But as her slim fingers probed the entrance to his rectum, he ground his teeth together. Maybe it wouldn’t be quite as easy as he thought. His cock jumped within its bindings, and he looked down to see a drop of fluid beading at the slit.

Her fault. She makes me too damn horny.

Katie ran the tip of her finger over the broad head of his cock, spreading the liquid over the skin.

“Naughty boy. Now I really do need to punish you.”

She walked around behind him, and in a moment, he heard the hiss of the whip in the air and felt its sting on his back. His muscles contracted in response to the pain, but he was shocked at the intensity of the lust that surged through him. No wonder his subs loved to be punished with it. Holy shit! Again the whip snapped, and another blade of pleasure/pain sliced through him. His balls felt unbearably full, his cock hard and swollen. How long did she plan to do this? Could he take it all, as he made his subs do for him?

The whip cracked once more, then he felt her fingers trailing through the crevice of his ass again.

“I understand you like to fuck your subs in the ass,” she said in a conversational tone. Only someone who knew her well would have detected the trembling in her voice.

Reece clenched his fists to steady himself. “I can’t believe they discuss that.”

“You have a preference card, remember?” she reminded him. “So a new sub will be prepared to properly serve you.

Anal sex is listed as one of your top preferences. Is that correct?”

When he didn’t answer, her whip landed on his taut buttocks. His cock jumped in the harness and every muscle low in his belly clenched.

“I didn’t hear you answer me.” She was in front of him again, close, rubbing the wet lips of her pussy against his throbbing erection.

He stared into her eyes, seeing desire burning as hot as his own.

“Yes. I love it. Right now I’d do anything to fuck you in the ass.” He cleared his throat. “Mistress.”

Rub, rub, rub. Jesus, she was driving him insane.

“If you are a very good sub for me, I may just give you permission to do that.”

God, yes. Please.

“Would you like to know how that feels?” she asked, a teasing smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

Oh, shit.

“I would enjoy whatever pleases my Mistress.” Only he wanted to be the one calling the shots. Reece wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up.

“Hold completely still for me,” she ordered, moving out of his sight again.

In a moment, he felt her fingers separating the cheeks of his ass and a slim finger spreading cool gel on his tight hole.

When she inserted her finger, massaging the lube into the dark tissues, he nearly lost it. How would he take whatever else she had in mind?

“You know,” she said in a low, intimate voice. “The instructions for the cock ring say not to leave it on for more than twenty minutes or there can be physical damage.”

Reece was well aware of that. Clint had actually had to revoke someone’s membership because they refused to follow directions and nearly injured a sub. He couldn’t imagine Katie wanting to inflict that on him.

“So we’d better move along,” she continued. “Take a deep breath, Reece. You know the drill. Deep breath, hold it in, let it out when I tell you to.”

In the next instant, he felt a metal wand entering the dark tunnel of his rectum with a slow, steady pressure. The minute it slid over his prostate and hit
that spot,
it took every bit of discipline he had not to come, especially when she began to move it in and out with slow, even strokes.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

Now he knew exactly how his subs felt when he aroused them with anal play. A surge of lust stronger than anything he’d felt in a long time surged through him. The pleasure was so intense it consumed him. Release hovered so near he had to beat it back.

But he had to show her he trusted her. That he could put himself in her hands. Do whatever she ordered. Follow her discipline.

He was shocked when the wand slid out and he heard it fall to the floor. Then Katie’s slim fingers were unbuckling the cock harness and tossing it aside. She threw her arms around his neck and showered kisses on his face.

“Oh, Reece,” she murmured. “I don’t want to be the top. I just needed to see if you could…if you would…”

Her body was trembling, and he wished his damn hands were free so he could put his arms around her.

“Ssh, ssh,” he soothed. “It’s all right. Finish it, Katie. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

“I know.” Her words were half sob. “I know it now. But I had to be sure.” She fumbled to unfasten all the shackles and free him, then dropped to her knees before him. “I wish to serve you, Sir,” she said in a tremulous voice. “If, that is, it pleases you.”

He reached down and lifted her to her feet, shoving his fingers through her hair to clasp her head, his other arm around her waist.

“It will always please me, Katydid. You never, ever have to worry about losing yourself with me. Outside the bedroom, I always want you to be the strong, independent woman you’ve grown into. Can you believe that?”

She nodded against his shoulders. “I do now. I just had to be sure.”

“However,” he told her in a rueful voice, “we still have a problem.”

She tensed and raised her eyes to his. “A problem? What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

Katie stood there as Reece slid his hands along her arms, skimmed her shoulders, and cupped her face, taking a moment to brush his lips against hers. God, he tasted so sweet. Addictive. How had she ever run away from that?

“Put your hand on my cock,” he ordered in his Dom voice.

“Now, Katie.”

At once, every need for control vanished. She fumbled between them in her haste to find the hot, engorged shaft.

Hell, she’d certainly done her job. The man was nearly ready to come standing there. She ran her fingers over him lightly, stroking, teasing. His hands on her tightened, tension running through him.

“I should paddle your ass for what you put me through,”

he told her, his mouth barely a breath away from hers.

Immediately, cream flooded her pussy, and her nipples tingles, lust curling like a dark ribbon inside her.

Yes, yes, yes! Do it. Now.

But she kept her mouth shut.

Reece smiled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Katydid.” One hand moved behind her to cup her ass, squeezing just enough to send a pinch of pain through her. “I’d bend you over that bench there, strap down your wrists and ankles, and turn your wonderful ass bright red. Then I’d…” He stopped. “I think that’s just what I’ll do. Right now. Only instead of the paddle I think you need to feel the whip.” He lowered his voice. “My favorite, you know. I love to hear the hiss and pop as that thin tail snaps through the air before touching flesh. See the bright red stripes it leaves. I never realized until tonight the tremendous pleasure that comes from riding the edge of pain.” He nibbled her ear lobe. “Would you like me to use the whip, Katydid?”

Like it? She could barely control the fever racing through her at his words. The walls of her pussy fluttered and throbbed, and her clit and nipples ached unbearably just at the thought.

Katie shivered as his hands moved over her, unlacing the bustier, unhooking the garters and pushing the garment from her body. She trembled in anticipation as his gaze took in every inch of her exposed body. One finger trailed through her slit, gathering the cream, and he deliberately licked it from his finger. Her mouth watered as she watched the sensuous move.

“I think we’ll leave on the stockings and gloves,” he said.

“They’re a nice touch. Come here, sugar.”

He led her, unprotesting, to the bench, bending her so her ass was tilted into the air. As he fastened the cuffs to her wrists and ankles, his hand smoothed over her body, touching everywhere. She groaned as fingers probed her pussy and she heard his grunt of satisfaction when he found her sopping wet.

“Oh, yeah. You love this, don’t you, my sweet subbie.” He placed a kiss on each cheek of her ass. “Get ready, Katie.

Because when we’re done I’m going to fuck that sweet ass of yours until you scream your head off with pleasure.” He leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. “And maybe I won’t let you come. Maybe I’ll make you wait, walk around horny as hell for what you put me through.”

“Oh, please, Sir. Please let me come.” She was breathless just thinking about him leaving her teetering on the verge.

When she tried to hitch her body so she could rub her clit against the edge of the bench, he put a hand at the small of her back, holding her in place.

“Uh, uh, uh. No cheating.” He leaned over her again, close enough this time that she could feel the warm oil on his skin.

One hand slid between her and the padding to find her throbbing clit. He pinched it lightly. “This what you want, Katydid? For me to pluck your clit until you come?”

She nodded, gritting her teeth against the surge of sensation. She wanted to come
so badly.
Working him over had aroused her more than she ever expected.

He laughed, a low rumbling sound. “Or maybe I’ll take pity on you and give you the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had.

You’d like that better, wouldn’t you.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

Katie had never been this aroused with any of her Doms, not even the ones who were so clever about teasing her and holding her on the edge. Especially…

Don’t go there.

Some day maybe she could tell Reece about her last relationship that had ended so badly, self-destructing because her obsessively possessive Dom knew he could never own her completely. That someone else had a hold on her that couldn’t be broken. The last night they were together he flew into a crazed, jealous rage, so vicious she’d moved out immediately and begun making plans to leave Atlanta. The offer to manage Rawhide couldn’t have come at a better time.

When she discovered it would also bring her back to this complicated situation with Reece, her eagerness was mixed with anxiety but she’d held the secret hope that the connection was still there between the two of them.