Red Hots (10 page)

Then
he looked at her. He lowered his gaze for long moments over her breasts, belly,
hips, sex, and thighs then down her legs to her feet. It was as if he was
actually touching her. Heat pooled in her core and spread through her limbs.
She wanted to cross her arms over her chest and hide the response showcased in
her tight nipples.

“No
Dom should ever take lightly the precious gift of submission.” His eyes, now
more green than grey, met hers. “You are treasured, Kindle.”

“Thank
you, Sir.” He had not asked her a question, but she couldn’t help responding.
His words had made her feel honored and cherished. This was difficult for her
and he seemed to understand that fact.

He
rose, standing in front of her. “Have any of the men you’ve dated ever tied you
up, spanked you with anything?”

“No,
Sir.”

“What’s
the kinkiest thing you and an ex-lover have done?” His gaze roamed her face, assessed
her as if he was seeing if she was being honest with him.

“Had
sex, Sir?”

He
chuckled. “Anything out of the ordinary? Did you use toys?”

“From
the three boyfriends I’ve been with the sex was pretty standard, Sir.” She
paused, not sure how she wanted to answer the second question. “None of those
men have ever used a toy on me.”

“Have
you used one on yourself?” His eyes were clear, knowing.

Shit
.  She should have known that even
an ex-lawyer would pick up on the specific answer she gave. Exhaling, she said,
“Yes, Sir, I have a vibrator I use at times.”

Lately
she’d been so wound up thinking about Masaun that she didn’t even waste the
moments it would take to get her vibrator from her side drawer. She had become
accustomed to using her hand to take care of the need. However, she kept that
to herself.

“At
one time or another, I’ll be touching you in different places on your body.
Sometimes a caress. Other times a hard smack. I may stroke you in intimate ways
or pinch you in places. Do you think you will have a problem with my hands on
you?”

Her
mind was running rampant, designing images to fit his words. She felt like she
was on fire from desire. How could a man be so enticing when he’d yet to touch
her?

Answering
him, she said, “No problem, Sir.” She was impressed her voice was so steady and
calm.

“We’ll
begin slowly tonight. I’ll ground you to my touch. Let you feel my hands on
your body acquainting myself with the various curves, swells and dips of your
body.”

“Yes,
Sir.”
Good gracious, can’t you just touch me now?
Maybe all she needed
was to get off by someone else’s hand occasionally and things would be better,
less tense.

“Hang
your coat up in the closet by the door then I’ll take you to my play room,” he
instructed.

She
did what he told her and returned to the place in front of him. Turning, he led
the way out of the living room and down the hall past the stairs. To the left
of them, she noticed the large kitchen/dining room combination. In front of
them was a sitting room with a fire place and a large bay window that looked
out onto the backyard.

Her
feet stopped and she covered her breasts with one hand and her sex with the
other.

Masaun
had taken a few steps to the right toward a door, but he must have sensed she
was no longer following him. He turned and looked at her then he smiled. “No
worries, it is a one way window. If you were on the outside, the panes would be
dark and you would not be able to see in, even with the lights on.”

Her
head tipped back and she let out a breath.

“When
you’re in the lifestyle, you have to think outside the box when your home is
part of the place you play.”

Way
outside the box apparently.

“This
way.” He pressed buttons on a keypad beside the door. There was a low toned
beep then he open the door. Glancing at her over his shoulder, he said, “I
never want one of my guests to accidentally come into my bondage room. It’s a
part of my private life and I choose who to share that with.”

He
stepped to the side with the door behind him and directed her to enter.

Kindle
was shocked at all the items and furnishings in the room. As she passed the
doorjamb, she took note of the thickness and figured the area must be sound
proofed.

The
door closed behind her. “There are a lot of things in this room. Too much for
me to go into tonight. The only thing we will be using is that bench to your
left.”

Pulling
her gaze way from the big wooden X with cuffs on all four corners, she looked
in the direction he indicated. She saw a high, two-level, black leather covered
bench by a wall. It wasn’t pressed against the wall but there was a stainless
steel bar a few inches above it mounted to the wall with cuffs dangling from
it.

“I
want you to kneel on the lower shelf, press your hips against the upper part as
you stretch across the top. Hold the bar. I will not cuff you to it this time.”

She
hesitated. Now with the moment here, she wasn’t sure if she could take the
steps to the bench.

Then
he was before her. Those intense, but understanding eyes of his were on her. He
took hold of one of her hands and caressed her palm with his thumb. His touch
reminded her of why she was here. How she’d managed to get herself into this
situation.

“At
any time you want to stop this or you can’t take anymore…yell
Red Hots
and I will stop. It is a what is called a safe word. No judgment.”

It
amazed her that opening a box of Red Hots had gotten her into this situation,
now it would be her way out. If she chose to use it.

 “Kindle,
do you trust me?”

She
focused on the man before her. He had not forced her here. Had not coerced her
to submit to him. She had come on her own, because she needed this. Even if she
didn’t understand it, she needed this. She needed
him
. “Yes.”

With
a sharp nod, he released her hand and stepped away.

Once
again the bench was before her. Taking a breath, she moved to it and arranged
her body on the cool leather as he’d commanded.

Kindle
lay on the bench and held tight to the bar in front of her and waited. Again
silence grew around her. She wasn’t any calmer this time with the silence than
she had been in the living room. Only problem was she couldn’t look into Masaun’s
eyes to calm herself.

She
couldn’t even hear Dom Hawk, as he’d instructed her to call him when they were
having sessions.
Was he moving? Doing anything or just staring at me?

The
urge to turn around and look over her shoulder crawled up her spine, but she
ignored it and just squeezed the cold metal bar tighter. He’d instructed her to
remain still and not to move; she was sure that meant looking back at him as
well.

Then
came his touch, Kindle flinched. She didn’t mean to and she would have controlled
the involuntary reaction if she could.

He
hadn’t hit her. Dom Hawk had merely placed his hand on her bare ass—her right
cheek to be precise.

When
she had jumped he didn’t move, no finger twitched and his palm didn’t shift. He
just kept his hand motionless as if to let her become comfortable with his
touch. Unsure of what she was supposed to do in response, she gripped the bar,
feeling the throbbing of constricted blood in her hands and held her breath for
the first swing that was sure to come soon.

“Relax.
Breathe. Clear your mind of everything.” His voice was composed and low,
however, no less commanding than other instructions he had given her since she
came into the house.

As
if he were guiding her through a diaphragmatic breathing exercise, she zoned in
on his voice and heeded his words.

In
and out she breathed, filling her lungs with cool oxygen.

In
and out she breathed and felt the contrast between the crisp room air and the
warmth of his touch. Her grasp on the bar was still firm but more relaxed,
allowing the ache in her joints to dissipate.

In
and out she breathed as her upper body rested, heavy on the cushioned leather.

Then
he began to glide his hand up and down her backside, caressing one cheek then
the other in a gentle fashion.

“Your
ass, like the rest of you, is beguiling, Kindle. The round and plump set of it.
It emboldens a Dominant to play, want it availed for his use.” His hand moved
from the top of her ass, curving over the identical spheres until he cupped the
lower part. He set a finger between her shoulder blades then slowly dragged it
along her spine, brushing by every vertebra, making her skin tingle from each
point out. The journey of his touch continued on until he was lightly grazing
along the crease of her ass.

Her
breath caught, but she forced herself to keep breathing. The comfort of his
touch caused her lids to lower, shutting her eyes. She knew he was familiarizing
himself with her body, as well as her with his touch, grounding he’d called it.
Connecting the two of them, so that she would
know
him.

But
his caress didn’t feel strange to her. Somewhere deep inside herself it was as
if she knew him on some intimate level. The notion, in itself was odd to her,
because she didn’t know this man or Dom whom she’d allowed access to her body.
Yet, and still, the delicate bond existed.

“Inhale,”
came his command.

Taking
a deep breath, her chest expanded and pressed into the bench below.

His
hand was removed.

“Exhale,”
he ordered.

She
allowed the air to come out slowly from her parted lips.

Smack.

The
strike hard against her ass caught her off guard. Her mouth and eyes both
popped open simultaneously as she gasped.

“Inhale.”
His voice was now louder, deeper, boding no room for anything but compliance.

She
followed his instruction.

His
hand left her again.

Even
knowing what was to come, she exhaled on his next command.

Smack.

Without
stopping the exhale, she forced the warm air out as her ass stung.

Over
and over, he led her through the paces of the scene, becoming the captain of
her body as well as over the primary function of her life, the act of
breathing.

She
didn’t inhale unless he told her to and she didn’t exhale until he allowed her.
Dom Hawk and his actions became her world, her very existence and he blocked
out everything else she would have believed mattered.

With
each release he struck, laying his palm firmly against her bare ass. She was
unable to determine which cheek he would hit, because he would wail on one for
several swats then switch unexpectedly to the other. Then return to the first
tender side.

Her
ass was on fire and sore. However, as she focused on the lower part of her body,
she became fully aware of something else. She was aroused.

There
was no two ways about it. Each throb of her inflamed backside was answered by a
pulsing in her clit. She didn’t know whether to scream or moan. It shocked her
how the sensation of pain was becoming muddled with a desire so intense, she
felt conflicted in her core.

The
fact that she could be so turned on in such a situation confounded her.
Am I
sick? Twisted?
Depraved
?

Even
as questions rolled unrestrained around in her mind, her body took what Masaun
gave her physically. Shock waves of pain zipped through her from the point of
contact making her cry out. At the same time, the smarting of her cheeks
resonated in her pussy and a moan dragged along the tail end of her scream.

Just
when she thought she couldn’t take anymore and the words Red Hots were resting
on the tip of her tongue prepared for her to scream it, it ended. She laid on
the bench, her body trembling inside and out, not knowing if he was simply
taking a break or what. At the moment, she didn’t care, she just lowered her
head, pressed her forehead to the cushion and breathed.

Then
she became aware of Masaun’s ragged breath shuddering in the same pattern as
her own. Of course, it had been just as physically exerting to him. She
wondered if his hand throbbed as intensely as her ass.

Even
with the ache in her backside, there was a calm and peace to her mind and heart
that made her feel delirious, inebriated, as if she’d consumed too much
wine—she was spinning.

Her
heart skipped a beat as she jumped at the feel of Masaun’s featherlike touch on
her inflamed ass. She hissed as he ran his hands over both her cheeks at the
same time.

“Part
your thighs for me, Kindle.”

What?
The single word exploded in her
mind like a bullet. If she widened her kneeling position on the bench, she had
no doubt that he would see her arousal. She could feel the wetness that had
seeped from her pussy to smear between the inside of her thighs.