Nobody's Hero (27 page)

She thrashed her head back and forth on the
pillow. Her incoherent rants filled the room as his mouth released
her clit and his tongue began flicking rapidly over the sensitive
nubbin. The combination of intense sensations caused all thought to
flee her mind.

His fingers pulled out as the spasms just
began to build. She nearly sobbed. “No, please don’t stop!”

She heard a foil packet. Oh, they were going
to have sex. Finally! Her euphoria was short-lived when she felt
something cold pressing against her asshole. “No! Not there!” She
tried to pull away, but could go nowhere.

“Karla, it’s just my finger with a lubricated
condom. We’re going to try anal sex sometime, but we’re just
experimenting tonight. I won’t be putting my penis there yet. Do
you want to use your safeword?”

She panted, hanging on the edge. Dear Lord,
he couldn’t leave her hanging like this. Not again. She needed
release. “No. No, Sir.” A sob escaped her. “I need to come,
Sir.”

“I know you do, kitten.” Without giving her
time to tense again, he pressed his finger just inside her tight
still-virgin hole. “Relax your muscles, baby. As much as you can,
move against my finger.”

Was he kidding? He held his finger still just
inside the now burning ring, waiting for her to adjust to him. The
burning soon receded a bit, leaving a feeling of fullness different
from when his penis felt like inside her vagina. Even fuller. His
finger moved deeper inside her and the burning increased again as
he passed a second ring of muscles she didn’t even know were there,
then began pressing a second finger against her overfilled opening.
She shook her head back and forth, but fought the urge to tell him
no again.

Master Adam would never harm me.

“Relax. Press your ring against my fingers.
Don’t fight me, kitten. Let me inside you.” His words sent heat
spreading throughout her abdomen and relaxed her. She tilted her
pelvis as much as she could in her restrained position, wanting to
please him more than anything. “That’s my brave kitten. Your Dom is
well pleased.”

She relaxed further and he plunged his two
fingers fully inside her. “Ahhhh!” Her clit pulsed as his fingers
filled her completely, then Adam’s tongue flicked over the
ultra-sensitive nubbin.

Her suspended orgasm spiraled up inside
until, in a flash of white lightning, she exploded against his
mouth and fingers. “Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, yessssssss! Oh, God. Oh, dear
Lord. Yessssss, Adam!” She convulsed and shook as spasm after
spasm, wave after shocking wave, wracked her lower body. “Don’t
stop! Please, Sir, don’t stop!”

He didn’t disappoint her. On and on the waves
of passion flooded her senses, one bigger than the last until she
crested the highest wave and tumbled face first into the
bliss-filled abyss below, floating free of any bonds he might have
placed on her body.

Adam continued to flick his tongue against
her. Didn’t he know she’d already come? Suddenly, the sensations of
him touching her clit became painful.

“Stop! No more! Ow. Ow! Please, stop,
Sir!”

Adam pulled away. “What did you say?”

“Stop…tonguing me,
Sir
! Please!” Tears
filled her eyes. “It’s too sensitive.”

* * *

Hearing Karla order, then beg, him to stop
made Adam harder than ever. He’d planned to go slowly with her,
even if it killed him, but he knew what he needed to do next—orgasm
torture. He needed to punish her for disobeying and arguing with
him, or she’d never be able to truly submit to something her mind
told her she shouldn’t want to try, like anal sex. Forced orgasms
would be easier to tolerate for her than some other punishments he
might inflict.

“That was incredible.” Her breathy whisper
made his dick and balls tighten.

He discarded the condom in the wastebasket
stood at the side of the bed and pulled the sash off her eyes and
pushed it up into her hair. She looked up at him with languid eyes
indicating she was one satisfied woman. Hell, he hadn’t even
started to satisfy her. Well, satisfy might not be the word she’d
use.

“Not nearly as incredible as hearing you
scream when you came. Good thing you took Cassie home. She might
think I was killing you in here.”

“Oh, but what a way to go.”

He closed the space between their faces and
kissed her, trying not to pull at the ropes on her nips too hard.
When he felt her tense up, he pulled back to try and gauge what was
the matter. Her cute little nose wrinkled up. “What’s wrong,
kitten?”

Her face turned as red as the bustier she
wore at Marc’s house several weeks ago. “It’s weird, tasting myself
on your lips like that.” She nibbled her lower lip, making his dick
throb, anticipating having those teeth and lips around him. “How
did I taste, Sir? Was it gross?”

He sighed. Why the fuck did women worry so
much about how they tasted? “Kitten, you tasted as sweet as
sugar.”

“You’re just saying that.”

He took her chin in his hand and gave her
what he hoped was his most stern Dom look. “No, kitten. I wouldn’t
lie to a sub about something that important. There’s nothing more
sexy than the scent and taste of a woman’s pussy.”

“So, you’ve…uh…tasted a lot of them?”

Adam chuckled. “I don’t taste and tell. Don’t
worry, though. I’m very selective.”

Karla smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

“For what?”

She looked away, then back at him.
“For…making me explode like that. For making me try things I didn’t
think I would like to try. That orgasm was…well, awesome.”

“Not nearly as awesome as the next one will
be.”

Her eyes opened wider. “Again?”

“Yes, kitten. Again and often.” He brushed a
hair off her cheek. “Remember when I promised I was going to
torture you? Well, I believe there’s the matter of a punishment you
earned for willfully telling your Dom no a couple of times
tonight.”

Her body tensed, eyes narrowed, and she
scrunched the sexiest little worry lines along her forehead. He let
her fear the worst a moment longer, because he knew what she
conjured up in her head would be worse than any punishment she’d
ever receive from him. Yet, he couldn’t resist thinking about
pulling a total mind fuck on her. Hell, she’d been so easy with the
chains in his office the other night. He grinned.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“One of my favorite punishments is called
orgasm torture.”

“How could an orgasm be torture?”

“You’re about to find out. Now, tell me why
you’re being punished.”

Her eyes filled with regret. “Sir, I’m sorry
that I told you no—repeatedly—and didn’t believe you that eating
pussy was…tasty.”

Karla seemed genuinely sorry and a little bit
bratty with that “tasty” remark. If she wasn’t totally submissive,
she sure as hell knew how to please this Dom. Something made him
wonder if she’d try just as hard if he wasn’t her Dom—if she just
wanted to please him, Adam Montague, Dom or not? Was that why she’d
agreed to become his slave?

He cleared his throat. He needed to keep his
mind on the task at hand. Sort out the puzzle that was Karla
later.

“What have you learned?”

“That my Dom knows best. That he’ll take care
of my needs no matter how uncomfortable I might be. That I should
trust him.”

Hell. She’d thought it through more than he’d
expected. Her sincerity pleased him. “Good girl. Thank you for
trusting me, kitten.” He smiled and bent to kiss her again. When
her lips began to quaver, he pulled away. She looked up at him, a
silent plea in her eyes.

“What’s wrong now, baby tiger?”

“If I’ve learned my lesson, do you still have
to punish me?”

He fought the urge to grin. “Yes, I do. A
good Dom follows through on his promises—and his threats.”

She seemed to ponder that a moment, then
nodded. “I’m ready, Sir.” She laid her head back on the pillow and
closed her eyes, looking much like a virgin about to be fed to the
lions. This time, he failed to suppress his chuckle. She grew even
more tense, if possible.

“Keep your eyes closed.” Adam reached up and
pulled the blindfold back over her eyes. When she nibbled her lower
lip, his balls tightened. He couldn’t wait until he was buried
inside her to the hilt. But first, he needed to make sure there
would be no flying body parts that could prohibit him from
performing later.

He slid off her and walked over to a closet
where he knew he’d find some of the toys he’d need, as well. He
kept each of the public bedrooms stocked with new sex toys, sexy
costumes, condoms, batteries, and other items members might need.
His clientele certainly paid enough to be able to afford the perks.
Pulling several packages off the shelf, he returned to the bedside
and laid them on the nightstand.

Surveying her position, with her hands
outstretched and secured and her thighs and knees in the harnesses,
anchored by chains to the sides of the bed, he only had to worry
about her kicking him. He picked up two leather cuffs and attached
one to each ankle, then restrained them to chains at the bottom of
the bed. At least she wouldn't be able to kick him in the head.

No doubt her upper body would remain still,
with the nooses as an incentive. She should be ready. Well,
restraint-wise, anyway.

“How does that feel, kitten?”

“O-okay, Sir.”

He slipped two fingers inside the cuff and,
content he wasn’t cutting off her circulation

This position would leave her more exposed
than she might like, too, but would keep him from being attacked by
his little tiger.

Adam walked over to the nightstand and opened
the packages, added the necessary batteries, and picked up the tube
of lubricant he’d used earlier.

He glanced down at her. “Karla, do you trust
your Dom not to harm you?” He held his breath as he waited for her
response.

“Yes, I do, Sir.”

He relaxed a bit. Her surrender to him—and
trust in him—made him feel like a king.

* * *

Karla felt cool air against her pussy and
tender asshole and heard Master Adam ripping open packages and
wondered what a tortured orgasm would be like.

“Relax for me, kitten.”

Relax? Was he fucking kidding? “Watch your
mouth.” Like hell.

Calm down. The running dialogue in her head
didn’t help calm her, though. Karla tried to relax by taking slow,
deep breaths and felt herself sink into the mattress. Then she
heard him open that damned drawer and wondered what else he had up
his sleeve. Her shoulders and arms hurt from holding herself so
stiffly. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d become.

His finger slid against her cleft from her
pussy up to her clit, spreading the moisture from her orgasm to the
now dry clit. Her hips bucked when he touched her clit. It wasn’t
as sensitive as it had been right after she’d come and she felt
herself growing warm with excitement as she thought about coming
again. Sex definitely was addictive.

He thrust his fingers inside her pussy and
she jumped at the unexpected invasion. Her mouth dropped open as
she panted. The sensations began to build; much quicker than
before, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.

His fingers pulled out and she groaned.
More, Sir.
Then she felt something hard and cold pressing
against her pussy’s opening. Too cold to be Master Adam’s penis.
The hard object began to press into her. A dildo? Her face flushed.
She’d bought some toys at a party during her freshman year in
college, but had opted for a clit vibrator, rather than something
to put inside herself.

Adam inserted the object as far as it would
go, she supposed. It pressed against the bundle of nerves Adam’s
fingers had curled around earlier when he’d given her the orgasm.
Then his hand was gone and she waited.

“Deep breath and hold it.”

She did as he instructed, and felt something
cold and wet pressing against her asshole. “N…..”
No! I can’t
say no or it’ll just make it worse. I trust him. He won’t hurt
me.

“Good girl. Now, deep breath again and hold
it this time.”

She drew a ragged breath, dreading what he
planned to do with whatever was about to enter her anus. “Release
your breath slowly.” As she began to release the breath, he pressed
the object into her. She held her breath again and steeled
herself.

“Exhale the entire breath, kitten. Now.”

How could she push the object away if she was
exhaling? But she did as he instructed and the object pushed
against her rings, burning her asshole, until she was stretched
almost as much as when he’d put two fingers inside her. Then the
object made a plopping sound and he quit putting pressure against
it. But it still burned like hell. Her two holes now were filled to
the max. So full. But she’d rather have Master Adam’s penis inside
her, not some impersonal plastic dildo.

“I’m going to go easy on you, kitten, since
this is your first punishment. Three forced orgasms. Count them for
me.”

Forced? He should know by now he didn’t have
to force her to have an orgasm. She heard a click and the dildo
became a vibrator pulsing against her vaginal walls. He increased
the speed and she felt that delicious nerve center inside her, and
her clit all vibrating at once. She even felt it against whatever
was in her ass.

Touch my clit, Sir!

Then she heard another click and the object
in her butt whirred to life as well. “Oh my God!” Sensory overload!
Every muscle tingled and quaked throughout her pelvis. She squeezed
her hands into fists, grabbing onto her own hair and holding on.
She’d gone from zero to eighty like a sports car. Adam’s tongue
flicked against her clit and she screamed, trying to clamp her legs
together but unable to move. Her torso lifted off the bed, then
slammed back down as she contorted and twitched. To be right at the
edge so fast was too intense.