Over the Line (6 page)

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

“Wise choice,” he approved. Still looking at her, he dragged his thumbnails across the tips of her nipples.

She sucked in a little breath.

He pinched her nipples lightly then let go right away. Even though she swayed towards him a little, she kept her eyes open, her gaze focused on his face. “Good girl,” he said.

This time, he took her nipples and used more pressure, squeezing for longer.

“Ahh…”

“They’re like little pebbles,” he said.

“Yes, Sir. It…hurts.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

He released her, giving her a short break, letting her process the sensations, making her wonder what was next.

“Keep holding your breasts for me.” After she nodded, he repeated the process twice. She closed her eyes before quickly opening them. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He increased the tempo, pinching her harder, longer. He’d been giving her a handful of seconds to recover and prepare for the next assault—he now shortened the time between the breaks. All the while, he held her gaze, watching her eyes for signs of real distress. “Is your pussy getting wet?”

“I’m not sure, Sir.”

“You’re not sure?”

“I’m a bit overwhelmed.”

“Check.”

“Sir?”

“With your right hand. Feel your pussy.”

She blinked, as if confused for a moment, but she let go of her breast and moved her hand between her legs.

“Well?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m a bit wet, Sir.”

“Show me your hand.”

Unbelievably, her face was turning pink. Was she embarrassed? She came across as confident and secure, almost flippant in her attitude. Especially after Gregorio’s warning, seeing this side of her surprised him. Could it be that no one else had taken the time to proceed cautiously with her, to demand her participation?

She held up her hand and he saw moisture on her fingertips.

“That’s perfect,” he said. He captured her wrist and lowered his head to taste her juices. “Delicious. Musky. I like how sensitive your nipples are and how you respond to my touch,” he said. “It pleases me immensely. Please, continue to play with your pussy. Use both hands.”

“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her head and dropped her gaze to the floor.

“No, no. I want you to keep looking at me.”

After blinking, she refocused on him.

“Better,” he said. “Much, much better. I always want to see your expression. I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.” That was especially important if he couldn’t always trust that she’d use her safety words. “And I want to make sure you don’t come.”

“But—”

“Do it
now
.”

She slowly moved both hands between her legs.

“That’s it. Spread your labia with your left hand. Use your right to slide across your clit and to finger-fuck yourself.” As he gave his instructions, he tugged on her nipples.

“Oh, Sir…”

“Do you like that?”

“It’s… Sir… Yes. I do.” She moved her hips and did as he said.

Damn, she was hot. “Beautiful,” he approved. “Pleasure yourself. Enjoy. Surrender.” He tormented her nipples and kept a close eye on her reactions, determined to give her what she needed without hurting her too much. “That’s a good little sub.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He noticed that the deeper she slid into their scene, the easier it seemed for her to call him Sir.

At the Den, even when he’d moved her towards the fence, her back had been straight. It was as if she affected a certain posture to keep others at a distance. But here, now, with his attention solely on her, with no one else around, her shoulders were more relaxed.

As he continued to rapidly pinch, pull and release, she added a second finger to her cunt.

He smelt her arousal. His cock rose in insistent response. He wanted to claim her, mark her as his. “Ride it,” he encouraged.

She was getting closer and closer. Her breaths were rapid, and her moans became more pronounced.

Her head fell back and she gave a little cry, a warning he recognised. “
Stop!”

Ignoring him, she continued to work her hand against her pussy.

He moved quickly, releasing his grip on her breasts to grab her hands.

“What?” she demanded.

He pulled her hands above her head and secured both of her wrists with one of his hands.

She exhaled a shaky breath. “I… Damn you. I almost came,” she said. Her nostrils were flared, her mouth slightly parted and her hair was in disarray.

“And I told you orgasm denial was part of your punishment. You haven’t earned an orgasm.” He leaned in a bit. “The fact you just forgot your manners can be overlooked for now, but if you have any hope of being allowed to come, you need to focus on me.”

She drew her eyebrows together and pursed her lips.

He wondered if she was going to tell him to go to hell and use her safe word, grab her keys and head for the door.

He watched, fascinated, as her internal emotional battle played out on her face. She clenched her teeth and set her chin. He said nothing, giving her time to process what was happening. He knew they were on a precipice, and damn, he wished he knew the right way to pull them back.

She was definitely headstrong and unaccustomed to giving up control. From the beginning, he’d known she liked BDSM for the intensity, but he’d bet she hadn’t reckoned on this.

Over the course of thirty seconds, she remained rigid, glaring at him. Then she took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths and the tension seemed to drain from her body.

He released a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. “No doubt I’m different from anyone you’ve played with,” he said quietly. And she was unlike anyone he’d ever known. His wife hadn’t been this complex. She’d enjoyed their sexual interactions, at least up until he’d put a ring on her finger.

Sydney tried to extricate her hands, but since she hadn’t used her safe word, he kept hold of her. “No doubt I demand things from you that you’re not expecting.”

“I…”

He waited.

“You’re right. I’m used to having an intense physical session.”

He nodded.

“I’ve been with Doms who practised orgasm denial before, but not like this.”

“Tell me what you mean.”

“They’ve always just changed tactics so I didn’t come as fast. But then, when I did, it was an amazing experience. I’ve never had it as punishment.” She blinked. “I’m not sure I like it.”

“Fair enough. You’re not meant to. I figured you would happily take a red ass or a flogging on your back. You could feel good that you were being punished for your bad behaviour, but you would really just be getting what you wanted.” He traced a finger over one of her eyebrows. Her nipples were still hard, but he noticed she had some goosebumps on her flesh. She’d obviously sweated a little, and now her skin was cooling. Or maybe he’d just unnerved her. “I need you to know one thing—I won’t be goaded. And you can stop any time.”

“I don’t admit defeat.”

“That’s what I want you to accept.” Michael shook his head. “It’s about being honest.”

“In that case, I wanted to come.”

“I can have you back there again in minutes.”

“You may not be done punishing me,” she said, “but I’m so over being punished. Can we move onto something more fun?”

“I’m afraid you don’t get to decide that.”

She sighed. “It was worth a try.”

“Tell me what you think your orgasm will be like?”

“Will it happen in this century?” she countered. “I mean, will it happen this century,
Sir
?”

He chuckled and released her wrists. “Put your hands behind your back. Spread your knees farther apart.”

She scowled and did as requested.

“You wanted me to take off my hat,” he said. He removed it and flicked his wrist to send the hat onto the wooden table top, dragging his other hand through his short hair.

“It’s lighter than I expected, Sir. I want to get my fingers in it.”

“You can hold it when you’re on top of me.”

“Promise, Sir?”

She definitely should have come with a warning label.

He lay on the floor and shifted so that his face was beneath her. “Your clit is still swollen.” He took hold of her waist and pulled her down, forcing her legs farther apart and bringing her lower so that her pussy was mere inches from his face. “Keep your hands where they are. Now move your hips.”

“Dear God.”

He grasped her labia and tugged. “This skin was made for clamps.”

She jerked at the words.

“That’s a girl. Keep moving. Just like that.”

“This is embarrassing, Sir.”

“Get your clit on my tongue or it will be a cold day in hell before you have that orgasm.”

She moved, and he took the opportunity to pinch her clit. Yelping, she jerked, and the movement threw her off balance, bringing her cunt into contact with his mouth. Exactly what he’d hoped would happen.

He licked her from back to front.

“I…”

“Fuck my face, little sub.”

The position was obviously awkward for her, but she did so. He tongued her, sucked her clit, captured her around the legs and held her prisoner. He ate her, showing his appreciation as she moaned and writhed helplessly. He brought her to the edge then stopped.

“Damnable man, Sir.”

He grinned and went back to work. This time, he stuck his tongue in her, savouring the feminine taste.

She rose up onto her knees, off his face, even though he tried to hold her in place.

“That’s… It’s too much, Sir.”

“Not nearly enough,” he countered. “Please get back into place.”

Her muscles were tight as she complied.

He used his tongue to make her wet and to lap up her juices. He adored her taste. She made soft mewling sounds, and her body stiffened. He immediately stopped what he was doing.

“Argh!”

“Nice try. But your body gave you away. You’ll not be sneaking in any orgasms, I’m afraid.” He let her go and smacked her right ass cheek. “Kneel up properly.” When she did, he moved out from beneath her.

He rose to stand in front of her. She tilted her head back to look at him. Her lips were parted and her eyes were wide. The earlier hostility was gone. Her hands were still linked behind her back as he’d requested. Despite her apparent frustration, she seemed softer somehow. “In answer to your question, no. It appears your orgasm will not be happening this century.”

“Master Michael, you are a beast.”

“Indeed,” he agreed. “I’m open to you convincing me otherwise.”

“How, Sir?”

“That’s a good start.” He reached down to grasp her nipples again. Since he believed in keeping his promises, he said, “Stand.”

He pulled on the tips, lengthening her nipples and stretching her breasts.

She grabbed his arms for support and hissed through clenched teeth. He continued until she was standing. “Let go of me,” he instructed. “Surrender.”

Eyes wide with total trust, she did.

He kept up the pressure until she was on her toes. “Beautiful,” he told her. “How does it feel?”

“Oh, damn, Sir… It hurts.”

“Was it too much?”

“Yes. And not enough.”

He understood, and he delighted in her. Abruptly he released her, only to gather her in his arms and pull her close. She snuggled against him, her chest heaving. He smoothed her hair then cradled her head. He placed his other hand on her back. “You’re a brave little sub.” After she pulled back, he said, “You’ve almost earned that orgasm.”

She looked up. “Sir?”

“My bedroom is upstairs. I’d like you to crawl up the stairs.” He knew what he was asking from her. She liked the intensity of a spanking and, he’d bet, a beating. She wanted to lose herself, let go, push the outer edges of a pain-induced adrenaline rush. But this… He was asking her to do something because it turned him on. “Your choice,” he reminded her. “But I want to watch your ass move.”

“I’m beginning to think that’s one of your kinks.”

“It wasn’t. Until I saw you walk across the patio at the Den. Now all I can think of is your ass. And I’m wondering if it’s red enough.”

“I created a monster, Sir.”

“You did. So is it? Your ass? Is it red enough?”

“Why do you ask? Didn’t you spank it, Sir?”

No doubt she’d earned her reputation at the Den. “Up the stairs. If it’s easier, I can fetch a leash.”

Her wide-eyed innocent look vanished as she blinked several times in rapid succession. “I can manage on my own, Sir.”

She pulled away from him, and he reluctantly let her go.

With athletic grace, she lowered herself to all fours.

“Wait a moment,” he said. “We’ll go upstairs soon.”

She remained in position but looked at him with a frown.

He crossed to a kitchen drawer filled with all sorts of random items and dug through it until he found two small clips. They weren’t as serviceable as proper nipple clamps, but since his toys were upstairs, these would work for now. He tested their grip on his pinkie to be sure she wouldn’t find them unbearable. Satisfied, he returned to her.

Her breasts hung freely, and he’d never seen anything more enticing. “Since your nipples are already sore, these will intensify the sensation.” He bent to fondle her left breast, smacking it back and forth until she gasped. Then he brutally squeezed it. “I haven’t even touched your nipple and already it’s getting harder.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want me to clamp it?”

She turned her head to look at him. “Do it. Please.”

“My pleasure.” He twisted her nipple then released the clip onto it, not right at the edge as that would cause her too much pain, but a little farther back so that she could tolerate the tension.

He tugged on the makeshift clamp, making sure it was secure. “It should stay on,” he said. “It would probably hurt if it came off accidentally.” He flicked it a couple of times, just because he could.

She arched her back in unspoken response, but she didn’t complain.

“That’s a good sub.” He thought he heard her growl, but he couldn’t be certain. “Shall I place the other or leave you lopsided?”