Sarasota Sin (19 page)

“I’m sorry I pushed.”  She squirmed to leave the counter but he secured her thighs in an unrelenting hold.

His eyes flashed open, and a stern express tightened his face when he leaned away from her.  One she’d never witnessed on him.  “Do you remember your safe word?”

The one they’d discussed earlier was funky.  “Noah.” 

“Use his name and I stop.”

Her stomach clenched.  “Are you really going to spank me like an errant child?”

“Yes,” he said with an unwavering stare, his pupils swallowing the gold-green of his eyes, turning them into a nighttime storm, “I will enjoy watching your skin heat under my belt.”  


 “I think the whole thing is ridiculous.”

“I want to please you.”  He tilted his head in confusion.  “Don’t you want to please me?  I’ll listen to your cries and appreciate your commitment to strengthen our new relationship.”

“You make it sound like we’re bonding over punishment.”

“You make it sound like we’re not.” He reached below the cabinet and pulled out two fluffy towels and arranged them in a perfect square over the tiled bathroom floor, in front of the garden tub. Then he lowered her to the floor. “You will position yourself on your knees.”

She’d rather climb over his lap, which sounded far more sexual than spreading herself on the floor where he could study her flaws under those damned unforgiving bathroom lights. Payton hesitated.

“What’s the problem?”

 “You are staring,” she replied, angry with herself for not being stronger than this new wave of insecurity.

With an exasperated snort, he explained, “I’ve seen the goods, Payton.  Would I ask a woman I didn’t find hot as hell into a committed relationship?” He pressed his hand on her lower back, urging her to comply.  She did, lowering her head and chest until his hand left her back. “Are there any other insecurities we need to address today or is lacking positive body image it?”

“You want a rundown?”

“Sure.”  When she stayed quiet, he dragged in a deep breath.  “Put your hands on the tub’s ledge.” His calf brushed her thigh when he circled her. She could feel his eyes appraising her just as she could sense embarrassment flushing her body a hot pink.  “Now, Payton!” She put her hands on the tub, her position forcing her heavy breasts to dangle above the floor.  “Now, that’s a sight to behold, very natural, very beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Payton, nothing at all.” She heard a drawer open, followed by the rattle of plastic.  “I am proud to call you mine. ” Next he stood behind her for another minute, glaring at her when she turned her head to see what he was doing.

Then, she heard the unmistakable rattle of a belt buckle.

“Avery,” she said softly, closing her eyes and wondering if she would scream her safe word after all.  Still, there was something carnally provoking about her position, her nudity while he examined her from top to bottom.  The waiting…the waiting was killing her, yet it was arousing in itself. 

“I can read your body, Payton.”  His voice came closer.  A white silk sash swirled across her vision, the back tied around her head.  “Your body is ready for me.” He reached beneath her and circled one nipple slowly, tugged sharply, and then fastened something biting into her velvety skin. She cried out at the sudden pain but stopped in a strangled sob, when the pain turned into rushing pleasure. “Take it for me.” He repeated his actions on the other side. “Find that place in your head where nothing exists. No pain, no insecurities, no fear, no thinking, and let me climb in there with you.”

A begging sob left her when she felt the tug of chains move down her torso.  She arched her back up, moving her hips enticingly for his touch.  “Oh, let me in, Payton, and understand what bonding between lovers truly means.” With his mouth, he suckled her thickly swollen labia; drawing her juices over his tongue right as the identical biting pain throttling her nipples penetrated her secret lips.

“Ah,” she groaned, breathing deeply and oddly finding a tiny bit of peace from the stinging bite.

“You are gorgeous wearing my clamps, makes me crave binding and gaging you.”  He stood, his movements efficient.  Trailing a newly gloved hand from the crevice of her ass and over her spine, he stopped at her mouth, gliding his covered thumb over her lips.  From the texture and taste, he was wearing leather on his hands. “How far can I push your trust, Payton?”  That thumb pressed into her mouth, rolling over her tongue and then retreating to draw a wet line down the center of her throat.  “You may answer.”

 “I trust you.”

“Enough to put your safe word on hold?”

The way her body boiled around the clamps, she’d do just about anything.  “O-okay.”

He kissed her hard and then covered her mouth with the palm of his hand, the leather pressing her lips closed.  Where he would hear only her muffled moans and screams but no safe word.

He kissed a path across her blindfolded eyes and laughed softly.  “Oh, damn, you are plump and drizzling for me.”  She groaned against his leather-clad palm. With his other gloved hand, she felt him apply cool lubricant to her anus. Recalling how Avery had allowed her only a glimpse of this sort of touch and how she had secretly longed for it, she pressed back against the finger circling her ring.  Not only did he plunge back, he didn’t stop until he pushed all the way to his hand.  Only allowing her a second to adjust, he drew back and both of them shuddered in response. He plunged and retreated three more times before he stopped and rolled his finger all inside her, making large circles as if he were stretching her, preparing her.  After he pulled away, she felt the unmistakable application of even more lubricant, an alarming amount, and she gasped into his palm.

He tightened his hold on her mouth. “Do you think that little gasp is going to fool me when you’re dripping over your clamps?” His laugh was purely male. “I can read you perfectly.”

He tore his hand away from both ends of her, wrapping his arm around her waist and hoisting her on his leg. “Relax, lean onto me but keep your grip on the tub.” All she could manage was a shaky nod. A cold, hard object touched the tip of her rim, and he pushed it far into her ass.  When she drew away from the erotically unnerving sensation of being filled there, he moved his gloved hand between her breasts, creating tension in her chains, and pushed her right back where he wanted her. Payton cried out a jumbled form of his name. He patted her ass, nipping the line between her right cheek and thigh with his moist mouth. “I don’t hear a safe word coming from you, so I’m assuming you haven’t any qualms over wearing your new butt plug.”

Oh, how she needed him moving between her legs, feeding that ache building higher and higher! She was on sensory overload, and the more he turned that punishing yet glorious plug, the more she needed him. “Please!”
  

“I would love to please you.” He pulled lightly and then pressed the hard object inside her once more before he rose over her. Again the sound of the belt was unmistakable. “Luckily, you are due for your first taste of discipline.”  The leather belt dangled over her ass, tickling her slick cleft.  “We’ll start with five.  You will count each one clearly and loudly or I will start over.”  He trailed the belt over the sole of her right foot, moving it up her leg.  She felt her clitoris swelling with anticipation.  “I’m in a generous mood so you may come at will.”

The air suddenly moved behind her and she tensed, waiting for that first smack. 

Whack!

Payton’s sex engorged against the biting leather.  “One.”

       A whirling breeze, and a stronger smack landed just below her left buttock.  “Two.”  She clenched her legs together, and he stopped her by toeing her knees apart.

       “You are getting excited, Payton.”  He landed a smack higher on her right cheek, the flesh jiggling on impact.

       “Three,” she groaned, sensing that familiar stirring tugging at her womb.

       “I agree with my earlier assessment.”  He rubbed her flaming ass with his gloved hand, petting her.  “To my utter pleasure, you are a dormant submissive waiting for your Master.”  He gathered up one breast in his hand and plucked away her nipple clamp.  Payton screamed as the blood rushed back to the tip. 

       Another smack met her square between the legs, stinging her clamped lips.  “F-four.”  She was about to come.  His gloved hand lifted her other breast and removed the clamp, the engorged nipple sliding over the leather of his gloves.  Lights flickered behind Payton’s eyes.  “Oh!”

       “Oh, yes,” he said with a devious chuckle.  “Last one’s a charm.”

Payton stayed still, her body begging for that last lash.  Instead of feeling revolted for enjoying something she thought of as utterly ridiculous, she was strangely calm, bordering that place in her mind Avery wanted her to find.

 Avery reared back and delivered her final blow.  It wasn’t as hard as she would have liked.  However, when he removed her genital clamps, Avery steered Payton into a climax the same way Dylan had when he’d fucked her with his thick cock.  With only the butt plug filling her, Payton was shocked.  She heard wails of pleasure and soul deep groans, all those needy, animalistic sounds coming from her mouth.  “Avery!”

       “I’m here.” He gently removed the plug and gathered her in his reassuring arms.

       “Are you happy?” she asked, exhaustion and peace settled deep.

       “Yes, especially when I know you want this as much as I do.”  He kissed her tenderly, a stark contrast to his spanking.  “Tell me.”

       “Maybe,” she admitted on a yawn.

       He laughed at that.  “Let’s get a shower.”

       She nodded when he lifted her.  “I need a ride to the firehouse.”

       “Only for work and then I’ll see you back here tonight,” he insisted.

       “Don’t ruin the way I feel right now by arguing,” she said, ignoring the ferocity of his disapproving glare.

       “We will see.”