Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (3 page)

Unaware of my inner conflict, Shane reached around my side
and unzipped my skirt. With his bulk trapped between my legs, there was no way
he’d get it off. Or my panties. That made me feel a little less panicked. He
turned his attention to my breasts.

“This has to go.” He hooked a finger under the little bow
sewn between the cups of my bra. Then, he glided a flattened hand up my
stomach, over my ribcage, and around my back. With a snap, my bra was unhooked.
As the straps flopped down over my shoulders, the cups fell away, and my
breasts bounced free. Embarrassed, I yanked on my hands. I wanted to catch the
cups, hold them in place to cover myself. “Beautiful.” That free hand was on
the move again. This time, it weighed each breast. Then it kneaded the soft
flesh. I watched, torn, confused, overwhelmed. My body craved this man’s touch
like none before. This was so new to me, this almost unbearable need. I was
hot, shivering, tight all over. My panties were sodden. My head was spinning.
My mouth was dry. “Good. Now let’s get rid of the rest.” Without releasing my
wrists, he moved back enough to let me press my legs together. As he tugged my
skirt over my hips, a thought would shot through my mind.

I need to leave. Right now.

As he pulled my panties down, I thought
, This is wrong.
Dangerous.

And as I was finally left sitting on that table completely
nude, I thought,
If you don’t stop this now, you’re going to get hurt
.

But then he touched my face, looked at me with those dark,
hungry eyes, and my heart started pounding harder, and my insides burned more,
and I couldn’t think about anything but having him inside me, filling me,
stroking away the ache between my legs.

Before I realized it, he had me lying on my back, legs
spread, wrists bound in leather cuffs and chained to the table so my hands were
useless, tied over my head.

I was trapped, not completely powerless, but almost. I
couldn’t catch my breath. I wanted to be set free. And yet I didn’t. It was all
happening so fast.

My insides clenched as he fingered my slick folds, both in
anticipation and fear. I’d seen internet porn,  pictures of girls with smudged
makeup, their mouths stuffed with gags, their bodies bound and clamped and
paddled. Those images scared me, disturbed me. Did I really want to know if those
things hurt as badly as the pictures led me to believe? I had a feeling if I
didn’t put a stop to things now, I was going to find out soon.

Red, red, red.

That finger, the one teasing, tormenting me, delved deeper,
finding my entry and piercing it roughly. I bucked, blood surging through my
body.

“You are so damn tight.” He added a second finger, and I
cried out. My insides clenched around the invading digits, warmth gushing,
easing his entry as they slid deeper, teasing the opening of my womb before
gliding out. He pushed them in again, out, knuckles scraping against that place
inside that made me quiver with need. I could feel the first tremors of an
orgasm quake through my body, but I fought it, wanting this sweet torment to
last much, much longer.

He groaned as I clenched my inner muscles again. “I have to
have you.”

I heard the ziiip of his zipper, the slough of fabric. The
crinkle of a condom wrapper. My fingers curled into fists. My legs shook as I
waited. I’d had so few partners. And it had been such a long time since I’d
enjoyed a climax that wasn’t produced from a battery operated device. I wanted
this, God help me, I did. Wanted it more than I should.

Within seconds, I felt him, pushing his way past my sodden
tissues, entering me slowly, inch by glorious inch. I stretched to accommodate
his girth. He was big, very thick. Almost too big for me. It burned, but it
wasn’t entirely bad.

He pushed my thighs wider apart, hands on the backs, pushing
them out and up toward my shoulders so my spine was curled, hips lifted. The
friction of his forward thrust nearly sent me over the brink. The added torture
of his finger flicking lightly over my clit finished the job. A white hot blaze
swept through my body, igniting every nerve, from the tip of my toes to the top
of my head. I convulsed around him so hard it almost hurt. I cried out his name
as he surged forward and back, thrusting hard into me, driving toward his own
release.

My orgasm had barely faded when I felt his member swell as
he climaxed. My body still vibrating from the effects of the first one, I
tumbled into another orgasm. I jerked and writhed and screamed as he pounded
mercilessly into me, driving every drop of come from his body.

And then, he bent over me and laid his head on my chest. His
semi-flaccid member remained buried deep inside me. Little twitches and tingles
accompanied the warm afterglow of that mind-blowing experience. I’d never come
like that.

“You are exquisite,” he said a few minutes later. He
straightened, but only after giving me a sweet kiss on the chin. He grasped the
base of his cock, holding the used condom in place and pulled out. My first
instinct was to clamp my legs closed and look away.

Yes, that had been the most intense sex of my life. But I
was confused. I wanted to leave. Now.

I needed to think.

I just had kinky sex with Uncle Shane.

“You’ll come back next weekend.” After he put his clothes
all in order, he released me.

“I’ll…I have to check my schedule.” I wasted no time
reclaiming my clothing and getting myself zipped and buttoned back in. I had to
get out of there. I was confused, hordes of emotions washing over me. Regret.
Curiosity. Guilt. Anticipation.

“Will you stay a little longer?” he asked, moving toward me
as I scurried for the door. He caught my wrist, stopping me. “You’re in such a
hurry all of a sudden. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I blinked at him, catching a worried look in his
eyes. “I’m fine,” I repeated. “Really. It’s just a lot to absorb all at once.”

He cupped my cheek with my free hand. “I understand. You
call me when you’re ready.”

“Will do.”

He let me go.

Out I went. I rode the elevator alone, climbed into his car
and buckled myself in while he locked up and rode the elevator down to the
parking lot. Safe in his car, I watched him as he ambled over to the vehicle.
He was such a handsome man. And his body, that body was absolutely incredible.
And to top it all off, he knew exactly how to touch me, to kiss me, to hold me.
On so many levels, we seemed to click. With the exception of one.

“What plans do you have for next weekend?” he asked as he
steered the zoomy car out into traffic.

“I’m not sure.”

“I see.”

I made an attempt at small talk as he drove me home. I really
did. But I failed. Thus, much of the drive was in silence. I let him kiss me
goodbye in the car. Thankfully, it was just a small peck. Friendly but not
overly intimate. Then I locked myself into my condo and had a good, long cry.

* * * * *

Three weeks later, that night with Shane still haunted me.
He’d called me a few days later and left a message. He’d told me to return his
call if I had an interest in seeing him again. I hadn’t called him back. Not
because I didn’t want to see him again. I did. But because I didn’t want to
want him so much.

Since that night all I’d dreamed about was him and his
dungeon. I woke up every morning, body tight, blood simmering. Thoughts of him
popped into my head all day long, at the oddest moments. I’d hear a man’s voice,
and my heart would start galloping in my chest like a runaway race horse. I’d
catch the scent of a man’s cologne, and my blood would start simmering. I’d spy
a dark haired man in a crowd and my knees would turn soft.

Shane Trant had become an obsession. There was no way I
could face him. Not yet. Not for a long time.

So I went about my life, doing the best I could to pretend
everything was normal. I went to work. I went to the gym. I went grocery
shopping and paid my bills and tried to tell myself I was happy.

By the time the fourth week had passed, I had almost
convinced myself that I was going to put Shane and that night behind me. I was
in Antonio’s, grabbing some vegetable lasagna to take home for a late dinner. I
heard his voice, and every nerve in my body ignited.

“Bristol,” he said, behind me.

I slowly swiveled, doing what I could to mentally brace
myself as I turned. Still, the sight of his handsome face made my heart jerk in
my chest. “Hello, Shane.”

His lips were curled into a ghost of a smile. “It’s good to
see you again.”

“Yes. How are the renovations going?” I asked, feeling
myself leaning back, away from him. A little quiver of need shot through me as
my gaze focused on his mouth. That mouth had done wicked, decadent things to
me. And I knew, if I was brave enough to ask, it could do a lot more wickeder
things to me.

He stepped closer, allowing a customer standing behind him
to get through the crowded space. Now he was standing close enough to touch.
Close enough to smell his cologne, to feel his head. He extended an arm,
placing a hand on the bar behind me. “I’m just getting things started, thanks.
And how’s life without two mortgages?”

I inhaled deeply. “Wonderful.”

“Miss, there you are.” The bartender handed me a plastic
bag, and I thanked her before turning back to Shane.

Holding the bag, I shifted my weight. Wow, was he close. I
needed to leave. I could feel my willpower failing. What would happen if I
asked him if I could go home with him right now? Would he take me back to that
dark dungeon of his? Would he make me forget why it was such a bad idea? “Well,
I guess I’d better get going.”

“Sure. Wouldn’t want your…?” He lifted a brow.

“Vegetarian lasagna,” I said.

“Vegetarian lasagna to get cold.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” I took a step away, two. I’d almost made
it to the door before turning back. When I did, I discovered he was watching
me. My face burned. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I didn’t know
what to say. How could I explain everything to him? How?

That ghost of a smile warmed slightly. Then he turned away
from me to talk to the bartender.

I left, scurrying outside, click-clacked across the dark parking
lot. Just as I was remoting open my car’s door lock, I heard him again. He’d
followed me outside.

I opened the door and dropped my dinner onto the driver’s
seat. By the time I’d done that, he was behind me. I could sense his nearness
with every nerve in my body. I turned, opened my mouth again to say something.

He cupped my cheeks and smashed his mouth down over mine.

Instantly my body ignited, and all the wanting I’d been
trying to suppress surged to the surface, overwhelming my system like a tidal
wave. Before I knew it, he had me pinned between his hard body and my car and
his tongue was plunging into my mouth, filling it with his decadent flavor.

I was outside, where a passerby might see me, but I didn’t
care. All that mattered was how it felt to have his hands on me again, his heat
radiating over my skin. My insides were twisting and turning, muscles coiling
into tight knots.

Hands cupped under my ass, he lifted me, and I locked my
legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held on. My skirt was up
over my hips, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let me go again, not
now, not ever. No. I was his. He was mine. We’d figure everything else out
later.

His hands left my butt, and I heard the ziiip of a zipper.
Ohmygod, was he going to…?

He had my back pinned against the slightly angled face of
the driver’s side window. We were standing between my car and a minivan. It was
dark.

But still I knew, even with the haze of need enveloping me
almost completely, that someone could catch us at any moment.

His fingers hooked the crotch of my panties. There was a
sharp yank, and the sodden material gave way. Cool air caressed my heated
flesh, making me shiver.

“You aren’t going to hide from me again,” he said as he
plunged his thick cock into me.

“No, sir,” I promised, tipping my hips to meet his thrust.
“Never again.”

He slid deep. Full at last. Oh God, it felt so good, so right.
Even here. Yes, here.

“I’ll never hide again,” I promised. I meant it too, every
word.

“You should be punished.” He withdrew, to the tip then
rammed deep again.

“Yes.” A surge of carnal heat rushed through me. I was going
to come already. I could feel it, tingles of a powerful climax buzzing and
zapping through my body. “I’m sorry, sir. Punish me. Punish me hard.”

He did. He took me without mercy, pounding into my tight
tissues with all his might. I surrendered to his possession and let myself be
carried away by a powerful orgasm, screaming his name as the first spasm
wracked my body. I trembled and quaked, gasping for breath as his torment
continued. He showed me no mercy, pushing me over the edge again, making me
come a second time before finally reaching his own climax. He slammed his mouth
over mine as he jerked his cock out of me. His low growl of satisfaction
vibrated in my mouth, my head, my throat. Trembling all over, I clung to him
and fought to catch my breath. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never
even dreamed of doing anything like this.

Sex in public?

Ohmygod. I’d just had sex in public.

While I huffed and puffed, he tucked himself back in his
pants and zipped up. Then, holding me tenderly, he eased me to my feet and
smoothed my skirt down. His gaze locked on mine.

“I’m sorry,” I said, tears gathering in my eyes. I dragged
my thumbs under my lashes then crossed my arms over my chest. “I was scared.”

“Bristol.” Holding my hips, he pulled me into his arms. He
kissed to top of my head and encased me in a warm embrace. “I want to protect
you, if you’ll let me.” He cupped his hand under my chin, lifting it. “What
were you scared of? Me?”