Over the Line (3 page)

Without being told, she kicked off her shoes and positioned herself, even remembering to spread her legs wide. No doubt this was a woman who knew what she wanted. And, whether or not she recognised it, by having her beautifully curved ass upturned and waiting for his attention, she was already giving him what he wanted.

“Use your safe word if it’s too much, your slow word if you’re uncomfortable or get a muscle cramp. We can get you readjusted.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Your choice—I can secure your legs in place or I can cuff your wrists.”

She answered unhesitatingly. “I’d prefer you fasten my ankles so I can’t get away, Sir.”

“I’ll expect you to keep your hands wrapped around the bars.”

“Yes, of course, Sir.”

He crouched to attach the cuffs, and he inhaled the heady scent of her muskiness. Keeping her turned on without letting her come was going to be exquisite. To test the bonds, he trailed his fingers up the insides of her thighs. She squirmed and pulled and yet she helplessly remained where he wanted her. Sometime in the future, he’d stick a plug up her ass too, to intensify her sensations. “I’m going to warm you up with a few spanks,” he informed her. “Then I’ll make you beg for more.”

“You sound sure of yourself, Sir,” she said, her voice muffled.

“I am, Sydney.”

“You know, Sir, I have never begged for anything my entire life.”

“And you’ve never been spanked by me.”

Chapter Two

At Master Michael’s confident, arrogant-sounding statement, a thrill that had nothing to do with the bite of evening air arced down Sydney’s spine. She had begged before, but not because she had meant it, only because it had been required by the Dom.

But if he could truly drive her that far out of her mind…

She’d fantasised about playing with a Dom who was in tune with her, able to read what she wanted and needed and not just what she asked for.

Her visits to the Den were getting further apart, more from restlessness than because of her schedule. When she travelled, she checked out the scene in whatever city she was visiting. She’d tried new Doms, from seasoned professionals to enthusiastic newbies. And she’d rarely bared herself to the same man twice. She knew her reputation was tarnished, and recently she’d begun to wonder if something was wrong with her.

Like her parents before her, she was a bit of a thrill-seeker. Her first encounter with BDSM at a college party had immediately captured her interest. After that, going back to normal sex hadn’t been a possibility. Still, every new high had left her wondering if there was anything else, anything better.

She’d been with some extreme players, and several years ago, she’d knelt to accept a collar. But true affection had been missing between her and Lewis. Finally, things had deteriorated to the point where she’d had a jeweller cut the silver band off her neck. She’d left the pieces in the middle of the bed and never looked back.

On the other hand, Doms who were overly solicitous, as Master Michael had surmised, bored her.

So far, he seemed different from other men. She’d thought that would be a good thing, but now, being ignored, still half dressed, uncomfortably bent over a rail and hair spilling everywhere with her bottom exposed to anyone who was outside, she wasn’t as sure.

When she’d first seen him, she’d been intrigued. She’d only been at the party a few minutes when she’d wandered to the window. She’d watched him accept a beer. He’d nodded politely to the pretty submissive who’d fetched it for him.

Some guests, Doms and Dommes alike, ignored servers, but this cowboy seemed to have old-world manners.

She’d intentionally timed her walk across the patio. As she’d exaggeratedly moved her hips, hoping to catch his attention, she’d prayed she wouldn’t fall off her ridiculously high heels.

When she’d noticed Gregorio moving towards Master Michael, she’d gritted her teeth. But obviously, he hadn’t been deterred, and it had been all she could do not to pump her fist in joy.

Now, she was wondering if her enthusiasm had been misplaced. Perhaps she should have asked Gregorio about Master Michael before agreeing to play. “Can we get on with it, Sir?”

“When I’m ready.”

Damn him. Earlier, when he’d slapped her pussy, she’d nearly orgasmed. Then he’d restrained her ankles and stroked the inside of her thighs. She had been certain he’d start the action quickly. But since then he had barely touched her, just enough to intrigue her. And now impatience was curling in her stomach.

She released her grip on the bars to stretch her fingers.

“I’d like you to stay still, please.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, not because she meant it, but because it was expected. She understood his rules, and she’d play by them to get some skin-on-skin satisfaction.

Startling her, he grabbed both of her ass cheeks and squeezed unbelievably hard. She yelped.

“Too much?”

God, no.
“It was fine, Sir.” Once the immediacy of the pain had receded, a warm glow settled in. No one had done that before, and damn, the surprise had aroused her. She tingled, wondering what was next.

“So is there a reason you’re not holding on as you’re supposed to be?”

“Sorry, Sir.” She grabbed the bars again.

“Do you do that often?”

She frowned. “Sir?”

“Allow your mind to wander?”

“I…”

“Are you always living in the future, Sydney, rather than enjoying the moment?”

“I thought you weren’t going to psychoanalyse me, Sir.”

He laughed. The sound unnerved her, as if he knew she was trying to goad him into action.

At least fifteen more seconds dragged before he lightly smacked her right buttock. There was no heat. She wondered if this was worth it. The night was young, and there were plenty of other Doms here. She could find someone else, get a few orgasms and be home in bed before eleven.

“Relax.” He tapped a few times on her left buttock. “Enjoy it.”

She took a deep breath.

He continued the light smacks, hardly varying the intensity but sometimes the location.

She exhaled in a frustrated rush.

“Give me what I want, Sydney, and I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

“And what do you want?”

He didn’t respond. From her upside-down position, she saw him take a step back. “Sir?”

“To move at my speed, little sub. I’m watching your reactions, learning your body. You might be impatient, but you are getting aroused.”

Since the light breeze felt cool on her exposed parts, she suspected he might be right. But she knew his slowness and his tenderness might be her undoing.

“I know I’m asking you go outside your comfort zone, maybe beyond what you’ve experienced before. Would you be willing to trust me for a few minutes?”

“How many is a few?” she asked suspiciously.

“Give me five minutes. After that time, if you’re not happy, I’ll give you an ass blistering you’ll never forget.”

Her ass tightened at his words. The first part of his sentence had been kind, the second part clipped. The way he used his voice made her react in a visceral way.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, proud of the fact.

“And I’ll have a little more respect. You’re not going to be punished for your lack of good manners… At least not right now. I don’t know the extent of your training, and some couples don’t follow protocols. But I’ve corrected you a couple of times already. And you’ve continued to leave Sir out of your sentences, and you are not addressing me as Master Michael. Perhaps no one’s demanded good behaviour from you before, or maybe you’re intentionally being a brat, I don’t know. But if we continue on from here, you will comply with my requirements. We can talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable. Do you understand?”

In an underwater competition, she’d gone without breathing for almost three minutes, so surely she could get through this negotiation. “Yes, Sir,” she said.

He spanked her right buttock
hard
.

She sucked a breath between her teeth. So, so much better.

“Did I get your attention?” he asked as he rubbed the tender spot.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”

“That’s better.” He grabbed her ass cheeks like he had earlier and squeezed again.

She surrendered to the exquisite pain, letting her body go limp.

“Now, Sydney, I’m going to play with you the way I like to play with submissives. I want to ensure you get off, but this is about what I want, too.”

“Of course, Sir.” Was that the difference between him and other Doms she’d played with? From the beginning, he wanted it to be a mutually rewarding experience, not about either of them in particular. Some guys seemed all about their own kink. Others seemed so intent on being sure she enjoyed it that things felt mechanical, rote.

He held her around the waist and pressed his body against hers, forcing her into the fence. Denim scratched her skin, and his cock angled suggestively between her cheeks. He rocked his hips, and she moved with him in a dance as primitive as the universal heartbeat.

“You’re getting hot for me, Sydney.”

Her senses were overwhelmed. “Yes, Sir.”

“I like that.” He moved back a bit to touch her cunt before sliding his fingers over her hot folds, teasing and arousing. He pressed a thumb against her anal whorl. The fact that she couldn’t close her legs made escape impossible. She wriggled, trying to coax him into giving her more.

Master Michael stroked her clit, making her rise onto her toes as much as the restraints allowed. “Oh, Master Michael…”

“That’s enough,” he said, pulling away entirely.

“But—”

With a sharp smack to her pussy, he cut off her protest.

The pain heightened her desire. She was lost in a delirium of want, desperate to come.

“You’re a very sexy woman, Sydney.” He kept his fingers pressed to the small of her back.

Before she could reply, he spanked her repeatedly, and hard.

This, this was what she needed.

He fondled her pussy.

“I want to come.”

“Ask.”

“May I?”

“Soon.”

“May I, Sir?”

“That will more likely get you what you want.”

But instead of bringing her off, he spanked her again, rapidly, leaving no part of her buttocks unscathed.

Her fingers were now in a death-grip around the metal, and she needed to hold on so the world wouldn’t spin out of control.

When she was sure she couldn’t take any more, he gently squeezed her clit.

She screamed. “I… Please. I want to come.”

Again, maddeningly, he denied her.

Sydney rose as high as she could, thrusting her ass towards him, wordlessly asking, seeking, but her efforts only earned her a pinch on her right thigh.

“Not quite yet,” he told her.

It had been a long time since she’d been this turned on, and she craved the release she’d find in an orgasm. “I don’t want to wait, Sir.”

He laughed again softly. “It will be worth it. I promise.”

She felt pressure deep inside, creating a persistent demand.

“Ready for more, Sydney?”

“Yes, yes,
yes
.”

He slapped her left buttock, then quickly stroked between her legs. The momentary friction drove her mad. Before she could react, he smacked her right cheek then teased her pussy. On and on he went, relentlessly repeating the pattern, not doing any one thing long enough for her to get off.

What he did instead was set every nerve ending on fire.

As the seconds passed, her resistance receded.

“That’s it,” he said, his modulated, rich voice sounding as if it came from the farthest mountain peak. “Your butt is turning the prettiest shade of pink. Beautiful, beautiful, Sydney.”

She no longer held the bars as tightly, and she didn’t struggle as hard against the ankle cuffs. She didn’t even wriggle her body in order to press her cunt against his hand when he paused there. Instead, she surrendered.

The world seemed to spin backwards, and she stopped being concerned that they were out in the open. She no longer noticed her earlier discomfort. In fact, her body felt as if it were weighed down beneath a thousand stinging sensations.

“Even more?”

“Oh…” She was already delirious.

“We can stop now, and I can give you the orgasm you’ve earned. Or we can continue with my belt.”

Sydney shivered. He’d already taken her past the limits of how long she thought she could hold off her orgasm, and the curious part of her wanted to know what else was possible. “Please,” she said. “I want more.”

“Please…” he prompted.

“Please, Sir.”

“To be clear, Sydney, are you begging?”

“I’m begging,” she said. “Just tell me you’re taking off your belt, Sir.” She was aware of her moisture. And of a small amount of tension in her muscles that she hadn’t noticed earlier.

“I’m taking off my belt,” he affirmed.

Arousal skipped through her. For the first time, she wondered what he might look like naked. She’d noticed the breadth of him, the long, lean length of his legs and his tight ass. She’d bet he wasn’t a ranch owner who let the hired hands do all the work—the calluses on his fingers proved it. “And your hat?”

“That might happen later,” he told her.

Later.

When they’d first talked, he’d mentioned going back to his place, but she’d been convinced that wasn’t going to happen. She hadn’t told him that, but she believed chemistry, as he’d called it, was nothing more than a word to make insatiable romantics swoon.

She had planned to live by her personal motto—show up and hook up. She’d mingle, look for unattached Doms, introduce herself then see if a private room was available.

Now, she wanted to see where the evening might go.

Sydney moaned and writhed when he let the belt fall across her back. She wished now he’d had her strip. She longed to feel its caressing bite on her bare skin.

She tried to stay quiet and still, knowing he wouldn’t be rushed.

The impending orgasm loomed more distantly, leaving her edgy.