Red Hots (20 page)

Yes,
there was pain, but the pure, unadulterated, intense sensation caused by the
paddle meeting her ass hard and jolting the plug inside her turned her core
upside down and set it on fire. The impact made her positive of one thing, she
was going to come.

Whack!

Tighter
she held the bar and stopped breathing. She tensed her body, too afraid to
relax. Each smack shifted the double balled toy and made it feel as if she was
being fucked in the ass.

Whack!
Whack! Whack!

It
went on and on. Masaun struck her ass and the back of her thighs with solid
precision.

Whack!
Whack!

The
anal stimulation was too much to take.

Oh,
no, oh, no, ohnoooo…

“Relax,
Song Sparrow. Breathe.” His voice was raspy as he barked out the order.

She
exhaled and inhaled. The rush of oxygen caused her head to spin. She began to
see spots and feel light-headed. She didn’t know which would happen first,
would she pass out or come. Either way, she knew Sir would be mad.

Then
her mind went blank and every sound and sensation became more intense. Coolness
raced along her body, causing goose bumps to pop up on her skin even as heat
spread around her ass.

Everything
shifted in her, the pain became a numbing pleasure and the pleasure seemed to
sever the ties she had to anything but Sir.

Her
hands gripped the bar as if fused to it and her head and body rested heavily on
the bench but she felt weightless and calm.

“That’s
it, Song Sparrow. Let go.”

Whack!

With
no more than a formidable pressure in her lower belly and throbbing of her clit,
she came—hard. Shaking and quivering, her body spasmed as her own fluids raced
down her legs. She couldn’t stop it.

Crying
out, she rode the wave that folded into a second one before it let her go.

“Shh.
Shh. It’s okay.”

As
Dom Hawk pulled her from the bench and folded her into his arms before carrying
her to the couch, she realized she was crying. Racking sobs twisted in a
confusing blend of extreme pleasure and sadness. She disobeyed her Dom. That’s
who he’d become to her in that moment. The man that owned her body and her
actions, even parts of her mind were commanded by him. In the moment of release,
something had snapped inside of her. She was no longer the same Kindle Langston
that had entered his house over an hour ago.

“I’m
sorry, Sir.” She buried her face in the curve of his neck, too weak to do
anything else.

“Just
breathe.” He laid her down on the couch and draped the blanket over her as he
caressed her face. “I’ll get you some water.” Straightening, he headed out of
the room.

She
felt too disoriented to concentrate on following his steps through the house.
Unsure of what her body was going through, she felt tired and high all at the
same time. Her body felt sensitive all over, even the blanket that was touching
her was stimulating her response. The urge to wiggle against it and stroke it
over her skin was intense. She remained still. One disappointment to Dom Hawk
was enough.

“Here,
drink this.”

Opening
her eyes, not sure when she had closed them, she saw him squatting before her
holding a tall glass with a straw in it. His gaze was pensive. There was still
a dark intensity to his eyes making them more green than grey; however, they
were more assessing.

Sipping
the water, she held his gaze. Should she apologize again? He’d shushed her and
had not given her permission to speak again. She kept her silence and drank.

When
the glass was half empty, he removed it. “Lay here for a moment and rest.”

He
rose and moved out of her line of vision. She assumed he went to the cabinet to
set the glass down because when he walked into her sight again he was now
carrying a towel and a spray bottle. She watched him cross to the bench and
spritz the kneeling pad that she could see was already shining with a liquid.

Her
face heated up and she pulled the blanket higher.
Shit, did I do that? Did I
urinate?

She
wasn’t sure what had happened, but it was all-consuming and wonderful, even as
it had frightened her not to be able to control it. Her sex was still throbbing
between her slick thighs. Even with the plug still shoved up her ass, she knew
if she even tightened around it just a little it would cause a chain reaction
of pleasure. Most likely not to the extent she’d undergone with Dom Hawk
paddling her ass and causing the spark that ignited the electrical current that
even now hummed through her body. Part of that humming was roused by the hot
pulses of her backside from his skillful sessions.

When
he was done, he turned to her. He stared at her across the room, his face still
unsmiling, even in its relaxed state. Foreboding sat deep in her stomach, a
lead weight that anchored her high down to a mid-level when she wanted to soar.

Everything
put away, he returned to the couch. Scooping his hands beneath her shoulder and
knees, he lifted her. Turning, he slowly lowered himself to the couch. It
always shocked her how easily he hoisted and maneuvered her body around. She
was slim but tall, adding to her weight. However, she assumed that when a man
was six four and well-muscled, he didn’t cower around the bulk of a woman.

“How
are you feeling?” He removed the hand behind her knee and brushed a wild lock
away from her face.

Settling
lower in his lap, she bit back the moan at the top of her throat wanting to
escape as the plug still in place bumped his thigh.

“I’ll
remove that in a moment.”

“Thank
you, Sir.” She was relieved knowing it would be gone soon. Not because it hurt,
but because the object made it hard for her to focus and not imagine other
wicked things in its place.

“I
asked you a question, Song Sparrow.”

She
recalled it, but was unsure how to answer. Licking her lips, she looked into
his eyes then away quickly. What she had to admit, she didn’t think she could
gaze at him while saying it.

Unwilling
to allow her to lose eye contact, he pressed a finger to her chin and guided
her view back on him. She noted the single brow was quirked high announcing
clearly to her that there would be a consequence to her not keeping her gaze
fixed on him.

“I-I…feel
a little embarrassed and ashamed, Sir.”

“Why?”
His tone was low.

“I
failed you.” It was painful to admit, but she was compelled to be honest with
him.

“Now
you’re speaking for me, Song Sparrow.”

“No…I—”
she shut her mouth. Inhaling, she allowed her gaze to roam his features. They
were too stoic for her to detect his true feelings. “No, Sir. However you
instructed me not to come and I…” She wasn’t sure what to call it. What had I
done?

“Let’s
just say you had an unrestrained gushing combined with a multiple orgasm. There
are other terms I consider crasser, but that amount to the same thing.” He hadn’t
raised his voice and was steadily stroking along the curve of her chin gently.

Her
mind returned to the experience she’d had on the bench and the quick burst of
fluid that rained down from her sex and the intense climax that followed.

“You
would not have been able to halt it if you tried.”

“I
did try, Sir.” She believed it was important for him to know that she had not
wanted to go against his command.

“I
know you did.” His eyes darkened. There was a certainty of fact there in his
gaze. “If I’d realized for one moment that you were so anally aroused to the
point of such a quick and intense orgasm, I would not have used the plug or
paddled your sweet ass for so long. So, the error in judgment is mine.” Curling
his finger beneath her chin, he used his thumb to caress her lips. “However,
you have no need of embarrassment. It was in fact one of the most beautiful and
erotic sights I have witnessed and been a part of in a long time.”

She
comprehended the truth of his words, but caught the sliver of sadness weaved
into his tone. Was it possible that such a skilled Dominant who trained others
had in some way been remiss in being fulfilled in his own pleasure?

“Part
your knees so I may remove the plug.” His hand shifted the blanket from her
body and glided along her stomach toward her sex.

Resting
back against the arm around her shoulder, she tried to relax as a shiver of
excitement raced along her skin.

Trying
to distract herself from his touch, she took in the muscled and broad chest
along her side. His warm skin below her palm was well sculpted. She wanted to
trace every peak and valley down his tight abs. However, she remained still.

The
thighs beneath her bottom were firm and flexed slightly as he shifted some,
angling himself to the side as he worked past her sex to her ass. She knew
those thighs, had felt them thrusting between her legs as his hard cock pounded
into her.

Just
the thought of his cock made her think about the stiff member at the V of his
thighs. She felt the impression of its hard length pressing into her hip.
Unable to help herself, she wiggled against it.

The
smarting on the inside of her open thigh grabbed her attention.

“Be
still, Song Sparrow.”

The
sting pulsated down the center of her leg and reawakened her clit. She wished
he had touched her pussy. Her body was still aching and wired. She desired his
hands there stroking her to pleasure.

He
was hard. Not a shocker since she knew that the sessions usually turned him on
just as much as they did her. However, feeling the distinct ridge restrained
inside his jeans made a shiver race through her.

Masaun’s
gentle caress as he cupped her ass briefly then parted her cheeks and slipped
the plug from her didn’t cause her desire to recede either, but burn hotter.
She moaned and tried not to give attention to her throbbing clit or the empty
ache in her backside.

He
tossed the plug and she heard a soft thud and assumed it had landed on the towel
he had used earlier.

“Are
you better now?” He shifted his body and settled again as he rested his hand
low on her stomach above her pubic bone and stroked lightly.

Better?
Emotionally she felt more calm and focused, but physically she felt more heightened
and aware of Masaun than she ever had before. Pulling her thighs together she
tried to snuff the fire burning in her. “For the most part.”

“Is
there something else you require?” His gaze, that deeper green shade, held
hers.

Her
heart was pounding and her core was a swirl of unstated needed. Yes, she had an
earth-shaking orgasm, but without Masaun physically part of it she still felt
incomplete.

“Am
I allowed to make a request, Sir?”

His
finger dragged along the bottom curve of one of her cheeks then stilled. “Yes.”

“I
want you to take me upstairs and bury yourself deep inside of me.” She allowed
the words to fall from her lips.

“What
part of myself?” he taunted.

There
was no doubt in her mind that he knew exactly what she was talking about. His
gaze was clear and unwavering. He was going to make her state what she wanted.

“Your
cock, Sir.” There she’d said it, bold as brass without a quiver of hesitation.
If that’s what it took to get her what she wanted, then she’d do it.

Flinging
the rest of the blanket from her, he hooked his arm below her knees and held
her tight against him for a moment.

Sliding
her arms up around his neck, she pressed her breasts along his chest and
stroked her distended nipples over his hot skin.

Groaning,
he rose. 

Needing
more contact with him, she kissed him. Right there in the middle of his play
room as he stood holding her. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, that the area
was strictly for play, but she didn’t care. The desire to bond with him on
multiple levels had her feeling bold and wanton.

When
the kiss ended, she realized they were already on the other side of the door
strutting toward the front stairs.

“I’m
going to give you exactly what you asked for, Song Sparrow.”

Hearing
her scene name, the one he had given her, on his lips made her whimper with joy
inside. Their session was technically over and they had left the room and he
was under no requirements not to call her Kindle. However, his use of Song
Sparrow mad her aware, that like her, Dom Hawk wasn’t ready or willing to let
his ownership go.

That
knowledge thrilled her. She wanted to belong to him, be his for just a little
while longer.

Upstairs
he set her on the edge of the bed.

When
he stepped back and took hold of the button of his jeans, she spoke up. “May I undress
you, Sir?”

He
paused and his chest swelled as he stared at her, then slowly lowered his hands
to his side. “You may.”