Authors: Desiree Holt
Dark Desires (5 page)
Shaking
off the turmoil racing around in his mind
he opened a drawer in the tall cupboard against the wall, studied the contents
,
and removed two dildos, one slightly thicker than the other. Picking up a tube of lubricant he crossed back to Risa.
“How are your nipples,
g
irl? And your clit
?
Can you feel the pressure from the clothespins?”
“Yes, Master.” She swiped her tongue across her lower lip. “Thank you for fastening them on me.”
Better and better. He swallowed a smile.
“Very good.”
Standing behind her, he spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand, pressed the tip of the tube
of lubricant
to her anus and
gently
squeezed. When he was satisfied he’d applied a sufficient amount, he s
h
ifted the tube to
o
ne hand and slowly inserted two fingers of the other
into her hole
. She was hot and tight, her muscles clench
ed
around him. He added a third finger, stretching her tissues until he was sure he’d prepared her properly. Then
,
without giving her any warning, he took the thickest of the dildos and pressed it inside her with a steady stroke.
“Ahhhhhhh
!
”
The sound came from deep within her and her entire body tightened.
“Easy,” he crooned. “We’re only halfway there.”
Standing in front of her again
,
he took a moment to admire her locked into a completely helpless position, the
clothespins
on her nipples a
n
d clit only adding to her discomfort
. Yet
,
there was no mistaking the pleasure on her face.
“One more little toy,” he told her. “Open your mouth,
g
irl. I’m going to pretend this is my cock in there, because my real cock will be busy elsewhere.”
She
obediently
opened as wide as she co
u
ld and Jax slid the dildo on
to
her tongue
and
into her mouth as far as
it would go
. With her head immobilized there was limited maneuverability
,
but she managed to take a good bit of it. Only then did he step back and remove his leather pants, easing them
down
over his thick, swollen cock.
He was
grateful
to see her eyes widen in both amazement and approval, but took only a moment to enjoy it.
Carefully he unlocked her from the pillory, head first then her hands
,
and finally her breasts. He knew she’d need go
o
d aftercare
,
but now wasn’t the moment to think about that. The discomfort from being locked into position for so long would increase her arousal.
Taking care not to dislodge either of the dildos
,
he
arranged
Risa on the floor
so she was balanced
on her
hands and
knees and knelt behind her.
“Arms cross
ed
in front of you,” he commanded
. “
A
nd head resting
o
n them. Now,
g
irl.”
He took a moment to study her in th
e
vulnerable position. He was doing his best to keep his barriers in place, to remind himself t
h
at this was one night and he’d walk away from it. By choice. Nothing good could come of taking it beyond this. But looking at her made his heart twist. Made him want things he’d sworn never to reach for. And once he penetrated her with his shaft, the ultimate bonding, he’d be working damned hard to keep that vow in place.
Just remember. Once and done and you don’t get burned.
As soon as she’d positioned herself, Jax rolled on a condom and drove into her with one hard thrust. She was so liquid the glide was an easy one, but once inside her he had to stop and catch his breath. To him
,
all these years
,
a pussy was just a pussy. As many subs as he’d fucked
,
he’d achieved varying degrees of physical satisfaction. But this? This was an entirely new experience. If he didn’t think he was losing his mind
,
he’d say it was as much emotional as it was physical.
If he was given to fancy words and phrases he’d say having his cock in Risa’s cunt was an almost mystical experience. How the hell had this happened?
Forget it, asshole. Bee
n
t
here done that,
got the bruises to prove it,
right?
Not right
,
but right now
every nerve in his body was focused on his cock and the woman it was buried in
side
. Bending over her so he co
u
ld reach her breasts and squeeze them, adding to the pressure of the clothespins
,
he pumped in and out of her tight muscles, back and forth, and she matched his rhythm. The dildo in her ass made it such a tight fit, her flesh scraping against his with every stroke. His balls tightened and his release came roaring up from deep inside him.
“Now,” he
hoarsely
shouted. “Come now,
g
irl.”
She bore down on him, tightening like a steel fist, squeezing as her body shuddered again and again. Reaching between her thighs he tugged on the clothespin on her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she collapsed forward, his cock still inside her, clothespins still attached, dildo still in her ass.
He
softly
smoothed his hands over her until the last of her aftershocks subsided. Then he carefully withdrew and set about removing all the toys. He rose, disposed of the c
o
ndom
,
then lifted Risa in his arms and carried her to a padded table
covered with a soft cotton cloth.
“Rest easy now,” he crooned in a low voice. “Let me take care of you.”
He
rubbed and massaged all of her muscles, especially the ones strained from her position in the pillory.
Then he bathed her with a warm cloth and finally applied soothing ointments, being extra liberal on her reddened ass. Aftercare had always been important to him.
He despised Doms who used their subs, causing them pain,
and then
le
aving
them to their own devices to tend to their aching skin and muscles. He felt it both a responsibility and an obligation and always made it part of the scene.
“You’ll have some problems sitting this week,” he told her with a rueful grin.
She smiled and something turned over inside him. “It was worth it. Can I ask you something?”
Her voice had a hesitant sound to it.
“Sure. I can’t promise I’ll answer it.”
“It doesn’t require an answer, just an action. Would you kiss me? Sort of like you did before?”
Would he? Jax ground his teeth. He was afraid if he did that he’d lose the barrier he’d tried so ha
r
d to keep between them tonight.
But
L
ord knew he wanted to in the worst way.
“I know kissing usually isn’t a part of this
,
but could I have just one? I want to taste your mouth again.”
What the hell. Maybe it would help
him
get her out of his mind after tonight.
He should have just bent down and kissed her where she lay on the table.
I
diot that he was
,
he picked her up in his arms
,
and carried her to the big leather chair in one corner.
He sat
down with her on his lap. Threading his fingers through her hair and clasping her head, he lowered his mouth to hers, ran his tongue along the seam of her lips
,
and when she opened for him
he
thrust inside.
Holy
s
weet Jesus!
She was every good thing he’d ever tasted in his life. Alarm bells were clanging in his head
,
but they were drowned out by the thudding of his heart. Her small tongue danced with his, playing with
it
. Heat surged through him, a funny feeling swirled
i
n his stomach and he never wanted to let her go.
So now what?
*
*
*
*
Risa had to hold on tight to Master J to keep from falling of
f
his lap. Her head was swimming and every nerve in her body was doing a happy dance. She’d just thought the kiss would be…nice. Hot. A reminder of tonight and maybe something to entice him to play again.
But holy shit!
His lips were warm and firm, his tongue like a flame in her mouth, a surge of heat that raced straight to her nipples and her pussy. And worst of all, to her heart.
No, no, no! Don’t be stupid. Not again.
H
er brain seemed to have dropped into cold storage.
She wanted this man and not just for this moment.
When they broke the kiss, breathless, they stared at each other. She saw the same stunned expression
o
n his face t
h
at s
h
e was sure
mirrored her own. For a very long moment
,
neither of them moved.
“Well,” she said at last.
“Well, indeed.” His gaze was still locked with hers.
Then they spoke at the same time.
“I don’t want you to think—
”
“I need to explain—
”
Risa touched her fingertips to his mouth. “Me, first. Whatever this is turning out to be, it’s on me
,
and I don’t expect a thing from you.”
He gave a hoarse laugh. “Funny, I was just about to say the same thing.”
Again they stared at each other.
Risa cleared her throat. “I haven’t had a lot of luck taking things outside the playroom.”
“Neither have I.” He feathered a brief kiss over her lips. “Maybe we should try this one more time and see what happens.”
“I—I’d like that.”
His gaze was still glued to her face. “How about my booking a room for an overnight
?
We can see where it goes from there.”
“I’d like that.” Risa smiled. “Master J.”
“Actually it’s Jax. Jax Schroyer.”
“Nice to meet you, Jax Schroyer.”
“Same goes, Risa Channing. The same definitely goes.”
*The End*
Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses.
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