Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (22 page)

After eating more than her share of jambalaya at an upscale
seafood restaurant nearby, Britt eased into the passenger seat of Andre’s racy
red Mustang and smiled. “That was delicious. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He started the car and she watched him,
intent to study his features as he drove.

She could look at his face forever, the hollows under his
high cheekbones. The curve of his lips. The long eyelashes that fringed his
eyes.

Sure, she’d had her moments of doubt about whether to purse
this thing with him. But deep down, she’d known he would be the sweet, gentle,
sexy man she’d thought all along. Attentive, patient to a fault…and a genuine
pro at seduction and flirting. By the end of dinner, Britt was not only
laughing at his wit, but squirming, for an altogether different reason than she
had been earlier.

And the silence that fell over them as he drove the short
distance to his house did nothing to ease the burning between her legs, yet she
didn’t feel compelled to fill it with incessant, meaningless small talk to
distract herself. Instead, she watched familiar neighborhoods pass by and
imagined what game they might play that evening. Would he tie her up? Would he
spank her? Would they make love?

Her instincts told her they would, and she was glad she’d
made special preparations just in case. Every inch of her body was shaved
smooth, including down there. Being completely shaved made her feel sexy. So
did the lace thong and bra she wore under her skirt and top. She hoped Andre
would appreciate the special preparations she’d made.

She knew it wouldn’t be long before she found out. As they
turned down his street, he reached across and slid his right hand up her thigh.
Her pussy started throbbing instantly, and she shifted her posture slightly,
parting her knees and tipping her hips up, giving him access to the more
delicate regions under her clothing.

Unfortunately his straying hand couldn’t stay where it was
long enough. There were real drawbacks to manual transmissions.

She groaned when, just before his fingertips dipped under
the hem of her skirt, he had to shift the car into second gear.

“What’s wrong?” He slid her a playful smile.

“Oh, nothing,” she said on a sigh.

“Put your hand on my stick.”

“Your what?” She reached for his lap, figuring there was
only one stick he had to be thinking of.

“That’s not the one I had in mind, but I like the way you
think.” He winked then turned his attention back to driving as she rubbed the
rigid swelling at the front of his khaki pants.

“Well, if you didn’t mean this one, what stick were you
talking about?”

“Here.” He patted the gearshift, and she lifted her hand,
raising it to her face to hide her heating cheeks.

“Oh! I can’t believe I thought—sheesh! My mind’s in the
gutter.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“No, what guy would?” Encouraged by his smile, she dropped
her hand to his lap again and began caressing his cock through his clothes, for
which she received a gratifying groan of pleasure.

“You, my dear, are wicked.” He sighed. “I like wicked.”

She playfully patted the bump in his lap. “I can tell. I
can’t wait to get my hands on this.”

He chuckled. “I can’t wait either.”

“And my mouth, and tongue.” Feeling naughty, she licked her
lips and continued stroking.

“Just wait until I get you inside, you little tease.”

“Who’s teasing?”

He pulled the car into his driveway and cut the engine then
got out and opened her door for her before leading her up to the porch. “We’ll
find out in a moment who’s teasing, won’t we?”

“Now it’s my turn to say I can’t wait.” She intentionally
lowered her voice, erasing the playful tone. “But before we go in, I want to
tell you something.”

He turned the key in the front door’s lock then faced her.
“What is it?”

“I want to tell you again how much I’ve enjoyed today. The
walk in the park, the dinner. But most importantly, the time you took to talk
about my feelings. I don’t think many men have the patience to do that. I…half
expected you to say ‘fine’ and leave.”

He shook his head, furrowed his eyebrows and rested his
hands on her shoulders. “I’m more than a Dom. I’m a man first.”

“I know.”

“I was serious when I said I’m looking to settle down. It’s
too early to talk about this, I know. But I want to be honest with you. I won’t
pursue a relationship that I believe is bound to fail eventually.” He paused,
licked his lips and tipped his head a little closer. “And I won’t ruin
something that has the potential to be wonderful by pushing too hard.”

“You think this could be wonderful?” she managed to squeak
out. It wasn’t easy speaking with her breath jammed up somewhere below her
breastbone.

“Don’t you?” He pressed his mouth against hers, and she
nearly crumbled to the ground.

Her knees went limp, and she wrapped her arms around his
neck to hold on as he slowly, deliciously explored her mouth with his tongue.
His kiss was as patient and seductive as he was. Warm tingles washed down her
neck and pooled between her legs, and she pressed her pelvis forward and ground
her pussy into his leg. A soft moan sounded in her head.

He broke the kiss.

Dizzy, and having forgotten where she was, she opened her
eyes.

“We better take this inside before it goes any further,” he
half-said, half-growled.

Unable to speak or think…or do much of anything requiring
the coordination of multiple neuron pathways, she merely nodded.

He smiled, took her hand, and led her inside. “Do you need
something to drink?”

Drink? Oh, yes! A big glass of wine would go a long way
toward getting rid of the last nervous jitters, but probably not a good idea.
She coughed into a cupped hand to clear her clogged throat. “Some water would
be perfect.”

“Coming up.” He patted the couch as he passed it. “Make
yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

She glanced at the soft chenille fabric on the couch and
carefully considered the many meanings of the words make yourself comfortable.
So many possibilities. One could take them literally, change into sweats and
recline on it like a couch potato. Or…one could take them another way…

Oh, what the hell?

She pulled her skirt off and stepped out of it, taking care
to leave on her high-heeled pumps. Then she pulled off her top and positioned
herself in a sexy reclining pose and watched the doorway to the kitchen for
Andre.

She wasn’t disappointed by his reaction.

His jaw nearly dropped to his chest. But his shocked
expression was quickly replaced by one that made her pussy wet with
anticipation.

He smiled, licked his lips like a hungry lion, and took
long, purposeful strides toward her. When he reached her side, she half
expected him to pounce on top, but thankfully…or not so thankfully…he didn’t.

Instead, he handed her the glass of cool iced water. “Your
water.” He visibly swallowed.

Feigning nonchalance, not easy when facing the heat of a
raging inferno in his eyes, she took the glass from him and smiled. “Thank
you.” She sipped daintily before handing it back to him. “Very…er, refreshing.”

He barely had the glass on the coffee table before he swept
her into his arms and carried her down the hallway.

“Where are you taking me?” She giggled, feeling small and
weightless in his strong arms. He carried her with such ease.

“To my bedroom.” He pushed open the door, revealing a tidy,
stylish room. He dropped her on the bed then leaned over her, his hands pressed
into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. “Dressed the way you are,
I’d say you’d be more comfortable in a bed. Wouldn’t you?”

“I thought we’d—”

Bending his elbows, he lowered his chest and face closer and
whispered, “I want you here. In my bed. Now. We can play later.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Okay. Later.”

He kissed her ear, pulling her earlobe into his mouth. His
teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh. “I didn’t think you’d complain.”

A blanket of goose bumps covered her upper body and she
shivered. “What’s there to complain about, as long as you make yourself
comfortable as well?” Her pussy throbbing, wet and achy, she lifted her feet
and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands explored the rigid planes of
his chest and stomach through his shirt before sliding down to pull the soft
cotton knit up over his head. She gasped at the sight of his upper body
uncovered. Thick arms with bulging biceps and triceps. Defined shoulders, a
broad chest with chiseled pecs and a stomach most men would only dream of
having. Absolutely awe inspiring. “My God! How many hours a day do you spend in
the gym?”

“Probably too many.” He ground his pelvis into hers and
teased her nipples through the lace of her bra with his fingertips. “I’m glad
you like what you see.”

Her back arched as she strained to push her breasts up into
his hands. “Oh, I like what I feel, too.”

“This?” He pinched then released.

“And this.” She reached down and slipped her hand between
their bodies to caress his erection through his clothes. “Don’t you want to
take those pants off yet?”

“In a bit. I’m more content to tease you first.”

“Well, that’s no fair!” She started to lever herself up, but
he pushed her flat on her back then held her there by the shoulders.

“Let’s play a game.”

She struggled a little to test how firmly he intended on
holding her. He didn’t let her budge. “I thought you said we would play later.”

He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I changed my mind.”

She returned his grin with one of her own then reached up.
“Changing one’s mind is a woman’s prerogative, not a man’s.”

“I never said I played by the rules.” He leaned lower and
nibbled on her neck, producing more goose bumps.

“And you expect me to play a game with you? A confessed
cheater?” Hot and breathless, and anxious for more, she tipped her head to give
him better access to her neck.

His kisses and licks and love bites traveled lower, to the
cleft between her neck and collarbone then lower still to the valley between
her breasts. He hooked the lace demi-cup with a fingertip and pulled,
uncovering the full globe of her breast and her erect nipple. He blew a cool
stream of air on it and she sighed. “Why not? I think you’ll find out that
losing a game with me is as much fun—if not more—than winning. So, what do you
say?” One hand pressed firmly against her lace-covered pussy.

A moan rose up her throat. “How do you expect me to say
anything when you’re torturing me like this?”

“It isn’t difficult to say ‘yes’.” One fingertip slipped
into her panties and teased her lips.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh. Yes. What game do you want to play?”

The same finger that had rimmed her pussy touched her mouth
and she licked it, tasting her own musky-sweet flavor.

“I like to call this game ‘Master, May I?’.” He pulled her
nipple into his mouth and bit gently then twirled his tongue round and round,
licking away the sting. “Ready?”

For anything!
“I…oh…I…”

“Sounds like a yes to me. You ask the question, and I’ll
tell you the answer.”

“Question? What question?”

He chuckled and she opened her eyes to see his expression.
His wicked-hot smile did nothing to help her regain her mental facilities.
“Master, May I?”

“Master, May I what?”

“You have to supply the what.”

“Oh!” A glimmer of comprehension lit up her brain. “Okay.
Master, may I fuck you?”

He cupped her breast in his hand and caressed. “Oh, no.
You’re not nearly ready for that yet.”

“Speak for yourself, buddy.”

One hand still working over her breast, he slid the other
one down her stomach and slipped it into the waist of her panties. His fingers
stroked her clit, and she involuntarily pressed her pelvis up and spread her
legs wider. “See? Not even close.” He pulled his hand out of her panties and
held it up as illustration.

“What are you talking about? I’m soaking wet down there.”

“You’re still able to speak.”

“Ha! Barely.”

“Try another one.” He pulled the lace away from her other
breast and nuzzled it, cupping it in his palm.

“Another what?”

“Another question.”

“Oh, okay. Master, may I…oh…” She pushed her chest up as he
pulled her nipple into his mouth and suckled. His hand returned to her pussy,
his fingers stroking her outer lips through her panties until she was ready to
beg him to remove them. “Master, may I take off my panties?” she finally
whispered.

“No, you may not.” His kisses ventured lower, over her
stomach and down to the low-riding waistband of her lace underwear. He pushed
her knees further apart and rubbed her pussy.

He didn’t say what I think he did, did he? The air seeped
from Britt’s lungs, and dizzy and blind with the need to be filled, she tangled
her fingers in his hair. She pulled. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean I will take them off for you.”

“Oh.” She eased the tension on his hair but didn’t release
him completely. It was so soft, the curls so silky between her fingers they
tickled her palms. She shifted her hips as she felt him pulling her panties
down over her mound. And she gasped and moaned as he kissed the flesh exposed
as he slowly, torturously slid them lower still until her thighs were drawn
together by the material, trapping her throbbing pussy between them.

Gently removing her hands from his hair, he pulled on her
ankles until her legs straightened. Then he pushed them up until her feet were
high in the air. “Now there’s a sight. So sexy. So sweet.”

Her legs trembled as his tongue glided up and down her slit.
“Oh, God.” The muscles running along the backs of her legs stretched tight as
rubber bands, she fisted the bed coverlet.

He slipped the panties up her legs and pulled them over her
shoes. Finally, he pushed her legs apart and pushed two fingers deep inside her
pussy.

She screamed at the welcome invasion, grateful for his slow
but rhythmic strokes to her inner walls. Her knees bent and lifted toward her
shoulders, she welcomed each thrust of his fingers with a slight tip of her
pelvis.

His tongue danced over her clit, and waves of heat pulsed
out from her center. And the flush of an impending climax warmed her face and
chest. Then, he stopped. “Oh, no you don’t. You didn’t ask.”

She drew in a ragged breath and dropped her hand to her
pussy. If he wouldn’t finish the job, she’d do it for him.

He caught her wrist and pulled it aside, trapping it in a
tight fist. “Although I’d love to watch you do that, I can’t let you. Remember
the game.”

“Shit!” she cursed, so frustrated and lost in her need she
could barely think. “I’m so close. And I know this one’s going to be powerful.”

“Ask.”

She inhaled against the urge to growl. Why was he making
things so difficult? Didn’t men love to watch a woman? Didn’t they get off
seeing a woman lose control? “Master, may I come?”

“No, you may not.”

She slapped the mattress with her one free hand. “You never
say yes!”

“I would if you asked the right question.”

“Right. Wrong. Who the hell knows what’s what at this point?
All I know is that you’ve been teasing me and I’m hot, horny and ready to come.
Isn’t that a guy’s wet dream? What are you waiting for?”

“I’m waiting for the right time.”

“When will that be? I don’t see it being any more right than
now.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I’m dying here. That’s what. My heart is thumping so hard
in my ears that I can barely hear you. My pussy’s so hot that if you touch it
again, it might combust. My breasts are so achy that I fear they’ll never be
the same.”

“And what about your mind? Your spirit?”

“What about them? My mind’s gone, lost in a fog. And
spirit?”

“You see? You’re so lost in the sensations of lovemaking
that you’ve lost the connection.”

“What connection? I’m confused.” She dropped her feet to the
bed and drew her knees together.

“Nope. Don’t you dare close up. Not now.” He caught her
ankles and pushed them back and apart.

“I’m not. It’s just hard to think when I’m hanging open like
this.”

“Try. I want you to understand. To me, sex isn’t just about
body parts, smells and sounds and touches. It’s about souls and spirits and
minds.”

“Well, I can appreciate that. I don’t do empty, meaningless
sex, either. But in the midst of a climax, I’m afraid my spirit is the last
thing I’m thinking about. Everything kind of closes in on me at that moment.
And sensations take over.”

He nodded and reached down to stroke her pussy, for which
she was mighty grateful. “I understand. That’s why at this point I’ve been
concentrating on giving and not receiving.”

“When will you receive?”

“Not today. I want today to be for you.”

“No! What if I want you inside?”

“There are other things that are more important right now.”
He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and turning his hand, stroked the
sensitive upper wall.

She groaned with the need to be filled completely.

“Do you trust me?”

“No,” she teased, half meaning it. “You’ve done nothing but
torture me since our first date. How could I?”

“Is that honestly how you feel?” His fingers slipped out,
leaving her pussy achingly empty.

“No. I don’t. I’m teasing you.”

“So, you do trust me then?”

“Yes. Outside of teasing me to death, you’ve done nothing to
make me distrust you.”

“Good. I want to do something.” He slid off the bed and
walked to the closet. “Don’t move.”

Curious, but feeling a little strange lying flat on her
back, her legs spread wide as if she were about to give birth, she watched him
pull some metal rods from the bottom of the closet.

He returned to her side. “These are spreaders. They fasten
on your thighs and wrists and hold them apart. Would you like to try them?”

Heat rose to her face. The idea of being tied up left her
breathless and nearly ready to climax. Then he produced a large dildo and she
squirmed with anticipation.

“And I think you know what this is.”

“Yes. But can I see you first? Will you undress for me?”

“Maybe, after I secure you. I wouldn’t want you taking
advantage.” He winked then reached for her wrist, his chest and upper body
lowering until it hovered a fraction of an inch above her erect nipples. He
secured both wrists in the leather straps then trailed a line of kisses and
light bites down her torso.

Her eyes closed as she waited anxiously for him to strap her
thighs.

“Uh-uh. I want you to watch me. Open your eyes. You cannot
do anything without asking. Remember the game?”

“Master, may I close my eyes?”

“Nope. Watch.” He kissed her inner thigh and her pelvis
rocked rhythmically to the pounding of her heart. With a smile, he buckled the
leather strap and pulled the second leg into place. Before strapping that one,
he lowered his head and tongued her clit with quick jutting movements until her
breath came in short, shallow gasps.

“Oh, God!”

“Don’t come. You didn’t ask. And I said to keep those eyes
open.”

She swallowed a scream of frustration and forced her eyelids
to lift, not even aware they’d closed. “I hate this game!”

At least she was rewarded for the effort it took to focus
her vision. On his knees, Andre slid down the zipper on his pants and pushed
them down before flipping onto his back to remove them completely. His snug
athletic boxers housed a huge bulge that she couldn’t wait to see.

He returned to a kneeling position and pulled down the tight
black cotton, releasing a very impressive, very large erect cock. Her hands
wriggled against their bindings, itching to caress it, to grip it, to glide up
and down its length. She licked her dry lips.

He shook his head, gripped his cock in his hand and gave it
several smooth pumps. “This isn’t for you yet.” Then he picked up the dildo.
“But this will be almost as good. Are you ready?”

“Hell, yes! Though I wish I was getting the real thing. My
God!”

“Patience, love.”

“I told you. I’m impatient.”

He grinned. “I know.” Then without warning, he parted her
labia and pushed the dildo deep into her pussy.

Her fingernails dug into her palms as her entire body
stiffened. “Oh!”

“Look at me.” His expression intense, he pulled the dildo
out then plunged it inside again. “Do you see how much I want you? Your pussy
is so tight. So hot and wet. I’m going to come just watching you.”

“Oh, God!” Her thigh muscles bunched into tight spasms and
pulses of heat radiated up and out from her pussy. The sound of her juices as
the dildo slid in and out echoed in her ears. The smell of her own arousal
filled her nostrils. The sight of his hungry gaze on her pussy burned into her
memory. “Master, may I…?”

“What, love?”

Her blood pulsed through her body in hot bursts, up through
her chest, to her face. Her breathing ceased. “Come?”

“Yes, love. Come for me,” he said, sounding as breathless as
she felt. “Come for me now.” He pushed a finger into her ass just as the first
spasm of her climax blazed through her pussy. He groaned.

Heart-stopping spasms racked her body as it clenched and
unclenched in time with her pussy. She felt her heart take flight, her soul and
spirit. They rocketed through space and time, whirling, dancing, twining around
a vivid blue light until the light opened and let her in.

And then, awash in a warm glow, she descended, back into her
body. Onto Andre’s bed, by his side. Little twitches skittered through her and
a goofy sense of giddiness made her giggle.

A shiver reminded her she was cold but she didn’t want to
move yet. It was as if she was still in the middle of a wonderful dream, and
she feared if she opened her eyes it would end.

“How do you feel?”

“Wonderful.” She listened to the rattle of metal as he
unfastened her wrists and thighs. Soft kisses took the place of the leather
straps.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for giving so much of
yourself. For trusting me.” Dropping to his side, he pulled her to him until
her entire body was crushed up against his. She sighed at the warmth and at the
wonder of how great it felt in his embrace. Something slick and wet made her
skin cling to his.

Never had a climax touched her the way that one had. And he
still hadn’t actually been inside her yet.

“Oh, and sorry about the mess,” he murmured as he stroked
her hair.

“What mess?”

“On your stomach. It’s pretty wet. Let me get a washcloth.”

“No!” She wrapped her arms around his chest and clung to
him. “Just stay here a minute more. Please?”

“Okay.” He chuckled. “If you insist. I thought you might be
uncomfortable.”

“Nope. I’m great. Just being with you like this. It’s
wonderful.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay the night? It’s almost eleven.
If you’re going home, we need to get moving.”

“If you’re inviting me to stay, I’m game.” She nuzzled his
chest, enjoying the distinct scent of sex and man she found there. “Just make
sure to set the alarm for early. I’ll want a nice long shower in the morning
before I head out to work.”

“No problem. I have to be out early, too. We can conserve
water.” He winked.

A fresh wave of tingles washed over her body. Closing her
eyes, she fell asleep, dreaming about sharing a shower with a sexy man with a
hot body and the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen.

* * * * *

Unfortunately, thanks to the fact that Britt couldn’t sleep
soundly, she woke late. That meant there was no time for the leisurely shower
with Andre she’d hoped for. Instead, she dashed home to change and arrived at
work with no more than a second to spare.

Work was boring, as usual. The office was empty. All the
salesmen were out making calls on clients. The phones didn’t ring. But her
memories of the previous night, Spider Solitaire, and a half dozen caffeine-loaded
diet sodas were enough to keep her awake. By lunchtime, she was jittery, thanks
to all the caffeine she’d consumed. But she wasn’t in the best of moods,
especially when she met up with Mary at the restaurant, and Mary had the look
on her face the minute she sat down.

What disaster would it be this time?

“Are you going to tell me, or are you going to torture me?”
Britt asked when Mary didn’t say a word after at least five minutes. Mary was
never quiet for that long. Not even in a movie theater.

Mary peered over the menu and blinked. “I’m not sure how to
tell you this.”

“Quit hiding.” Britt pulled the menu away from Mary’s face.
“You look like a lost kitten. What are you scared of?”

“Nothing. Well, that’s not true either. I’m worried. I’ve
never seen you go so crazy over a guy before. You spent the night with him last
night, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” Britt tried to look nonchalant as she stirred her
iced tea, but she knew she was failing. Mary knew her better than she knew
herself. And even Britt knew she never spent a work night with a man.

“You’re serious about him, aren’t you?” Mary pulled the menu
back over her face, leaving only her eyes and forehead exposed again.

“Would you quit doing that? And no, I’m not serious about
him, yet. It’s too soon.”

“I don’t believe you. And I’m afraid you’ll go a little
berserk when you hear this.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just spit it out. I’m not married to
the man. If it’s something important, I need to know.”

“Okay.” Mary lowered the menu and leaned forward. “There’s
another woman,” she whispered.

“Really?” Britt wasn’t convinced. Surely Andre—Mr.
Let’s-be-honest and I’m-looking-to-settle-down—wouldn’t have kept something
that important from her. Heck, when did he have the time to see the other
woman? “What makes you say that?”

“I talked to her at the club.”

The club? A little twinge of suspicion slid up Britt’s
spine. “Maybe she’s lying.”

“Maybe. Then again, maybe she isn’t. I had to tell you. I
figured you have the right to know some woman—and let me tell you, she’s
gorgeous, not that you aren’t—is running around saying she’s involved with
Andre.”

For the most part, Britt didn’t believe what Mary said, but
a very small part of her had some doubts. She recalled that first night at the
BDSM club, the buxom blonde in latex who’d tapped Andre on the shoulder. He’d
known that woman, hadn’t tried to hide it. What if all that talk about settling
down and commitment…and my soul…and trust…was just talk
? I haven’t known him
for long. Am I being a fool for trusting him?