Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (34 page)

Breathless and trembling, my insides coiling like a spring,
and a fever sizzling in my blood, I watched. No one touched me as I watched
their games of domination and control, and yet I felt every bite of the whip,
every thump of the flogger, and every slap of the paddle. My skin tingled and
burned. My pussy ached.

I wanted my Master of Sin.

Touch me. Please. Stop the torture.

Next to me, a raven-haired Domme was fucking a beautiful
blonde girl in the ass with a dildo. The girl’s pretty, heart-shaped face was
flushed, her gaze fevered. Our eyes met, and I sucked in a gasp when a single
tear seeped from the corner of her eye. It was an intense moment, one I knew
I’d never forget. Her lips curled into a smile, and she shuddered.

Somehow, impossibly, I felt her orgasm. At the precise
moment she came, a current of electricity charged through my body. My knees
buckled and I jerked them straight again, whimpering at the cruel man who had
yet to touch me. It was no longer a matter of wanting, but of needing now.

The voices of the dancers, their sighs and shouts and cries,
grew louder, louder still, until they almost drowned out the music. And with
each scream, the heat blistering within my body amped up another dozen degrees.

Yes, oh yes, this was what I’d searched for, what I hadn’t
been able to find anywhere. I could hardly breathe, and my legs were about to
give out. Slick heat pulsed from my core and coated my inner thighs.

The music stopped. Silence swallowed the room, broken only
by the heavy pounding of my heart in my ears.

They all turned to me, eyes glittering with carnal hunger.
The man next to me lifted a hand and pulled his mask off.

That face! A gasp swept up my throat and past my lips. It
was him. The Master of Sin.

How?

His eyes met mine again, and a jolt of energy charged
through my body. “Who are you?” I asked, unable to believe what I saw,
unwilling to accept the impossible. Men didn’t live for hundreds of years.

“I will be your Master. But only if you pass the tests.” He
moved closer, and my body instantly reacted to his nearness. Goose bumps
dimpled my skin. My nipples hardened. My pussy throbbed. Every cell in my body
ached for his touch and rejoiced in the feral glimmer I saw in his eyes. “Now,
it’s time.”

Tests?

He lifted a gloved hand. Black leather stroked my cheek,
trailed a gentle touch down the side of my neck. Eyes bore into mine. “I have
waited so long for this day, my sweet.”

I realized in that instant that I’d been waiting for this
day too, without expecting it would ever come. “Master. I’m yours.”

 “Not yet.” Smiling, he trailed a fingertip over my lower
lip. “You are so pretty.” That finger traveled lower, along my neck, between my
breasts, to a nipple. “Perfect.” He pinched, and a blade of pleasure-pain
stabbed through my body.

So wicked. So right.

I felt my lips curling into a smile of sincere joy. My
Master knew me. Somehow. Understood my dark desires.

He leaned closer still, until his nose nearly touched mine.
“Ask me, pretty slave.” His sweet breath warmed my face.

“More please, Master.”

“Like this?” Seemingly satisfied with my words, he pinched
again, injecting another dose of wanton pleasure into my system. His gaze raked
down my body then back up. He walked around me, ducked under the chains holding
my wrists to stand between my back and the wall, leaving me to look straight
ahead at the crowd of onlookers I had almost forgotten. His gloved hands glided
over my skin, skimming along my sides, chafing my nipples then traveling down
my torso to my mound.

I arched my back, desperate to feel his hot length pressed
against my body. Seeming to answer my silent plea, he roughly jerked me against
him.

Ahhh, a moment of delicious bliss. But it ended too soon. He
slipped around me again.

Thanks to his cruel torment, my body was pulled taut, the
heat almost unbearable. Now that he’d given me a taste of forbidden pleasure, I
couldn’t live without another.

“More, Master--“

“Silence.” He unfastened my wrists and turned me around so I
faced the wall. Then he pushed me roughly to my knees and bound my arms over my
head.

How I loved the feeling of utter vulnerability, of knowing
that my Master and all those people were feasting on the sight of my body and
sharing in this magical moment. I shuddered when that eerie music began again,
and the pulse of the drumbeat vibrated through my body. I didn’t know what my
Master was about to do. A dozen different emotions were playing through me.

“My slave must hunger for pain, must crave it like nothing
else. Do you?”

“Yessss.” I heard the snap of the whip. A second later, its
kiss speared my back, just below my right shoulder blade. Glorious pain.

That whip kissed me again and again, the stinging bites of
pleasure-pain sending me hurtling to a magical place where I was lost in
sensations, where tastes and touches and sounds were as much a part of me as my
fingers and toes. Colors swirled and danced behind my shut eyelids. Tastes
danced on my tongue and the thrum of the music hummed through my body.

When the lashes stopped, I cried again as I was ripped out
of that magnificent place. I opened my eyes to find my Master standing before
me, looking pleased and proud.

“Thank you, Master,” I whispered.

His lips curled up into the smile that had haunted my dreams
for years, and yet a dark shadow passed across his eyes.

My breath caught in my throat.

I whimpered. “Take me, please.”

His fingers uncurled from around the whip, one at a time. It
dropped to the floor, striking the polished surface with a dull thud. “If only
I could.” He stooped down, leaning close enough to kiss me. His gaze swept over
my face, and for the briefest of moments, I regretted being restrained. I
burned with the need to capture his face between my hands and kiss away the
dark shadows I glimpsed in his eyes. “But I cannot take my pleasure. Not with
you. Not with anyone.”

“Why?”

He shook his head, standing. “No questions.” Once more
looking as fierce and wicked as his picture, he unhooked the chain securing my
arms over my head and instead attached it to a metal loop bolted to the floor.
He pressed on my back, between my shoulder blades, forcing me onto my hands and
knees. “It’s time for your second test.” He mapped my curves with his gloved
hands, his hot breath and strokes singeing my flesh. Back. Buttocks, legs,
breasts, stomach.

I trembled and quaked, sighed and moaned. Whimpered and
groaned. Still, my pussy remained empty, my clit untouched. It was agony. Wickedly
sweet torture.

He walked around me, stopping directly in front of me just
as a pair of rough hands grabbed my hips from behind. The head of someone’s
cock prodded at my slick passage. Startled, I lurched forward, throwing a
glance over my shoulder. But before I got a look at who was about to drive his
cock into me, my Master caught my head in his hands. “No. Look at me. Only at
me. If I take you, you will be mine. Always mine and only mine.”

I nodded, settling my eyes on his.

“That’s my cock,” he said, his face pulling taut. “My hands
stroking your ass.”

“Yes, Master.” As a wave of blistering heat overtook me, I
let my heavy eyelids fall shut, burning the image of my Master’s face into my
brain. His jaw, so strong. His mouth, lips that tasted like sweet wine and hot
man. His eyes, which drilled through my defenses and saw into my soul.

I trembled as his rod drove deep inside, a hard possession.
Fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my hips as my lover pulled, using my body
with his to amplify his pleasure.

My Master’s quickened breathing echoed in my head, its pace
matching my own. Again and again he drove into me, harder, faster, until our
bodies pounded together, the sharp slap of skin striking skin filling the room.
My back became slick with sweat. My arms trembled as my legs, spine, and
stomach tightened. Closer he pushed me, to the edge of bliss...only to stop and
leave me panting and aching for completion. 

“No.” I whimpered and crumbled to the floor.

“This is what you’ve been searching for, is it not?” He
scooped my chin in his hand and pulled, forcing me over onto my back so that my
arms were bent at the elbows, lifted up, wrists still secured to the floor.
“You want to be mine.”

I nodded.

“You’ve been dreaming of becoming my possession. Of knowing
my touch and tasting my kiss.” He knelt over my chest, his legs straddling me.
I could smell him now, the uniquely sensual scent stoking the desire in my body
to even greater heights. His warmth swept over my chest and stomach like a soft
tropical breeze. “Why do you want me as your Master, slave?” He dropped onto
all fours and levered his shoulders lower, until his lips hovered mere inches
from mine. “When you could have any Master, why did you come to me?”

“Because...” Why had I become so obsessed over a man who by
all rights shouldn’t be standing here right now? I recalled my dreams, all of
them so memorable, so lifelike. And then images of the many nights I’d spent
exploring the dark side of my passion played through my head. Moments spent
with other Masters, men who were just as powerful, attractive and dominant as
this one.

What made him so special?

I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t want to. I wanted to
taste his kiss, to tremble beneath him as he drove his cock into my body again.

“You realize this is all we can have?” He tipped his head,
tilting it to the side so that his breath tickled my ear, my neck. Once more,
goose bumps prickled over my arm, my chest.

“Whatever you can give me will be enough.”

His gaze captured mine again. “It will never be enough.” He
pushed himself upright again, swung one leg over so he was kneeling beside me.
“But tonight you will have everything you’ve been waiting for.”

Again, fingernails dragged over my flesh, the burning,
scratching sensation driving ripples of ecstasy up my arms and down my legs. I
knew those weren’t really his fingers clawing at my body, but it didn’t matter.
I let myself believe they were, closing my eyes once again and losing myself in
the sensations he stirred within me.

Hands hooked under my knees, forcing them up and out until
they were spread wide. Straps were fastened around my thighs and a spreader
attached so I couldn’t draw them closed. Again, that feeling of utter
vulnerability swept over me, stealing my breath and making me dizzy.

The head of a cock pressed between my thrumming tissues,
inching slowly into my slick passage. I tightened around it, heightening his
pleasure, giving as well as taking. He pulled out and crammed that hard cock
into me again. Once, twice, three times.  Something slick teased my anus,
pressing, invading. My tissues burned and stretched. My body trembled and
quaked. I opened my tight hole, accepting a probing finger then a second while
his prick pounded into my burning pussy.

Hot. Burning. Ready to melt.

I had to fight for every inhalation. My body was so tight
cramps seared my limbs. Arms. Legs. Hands. Feet.

“Take me,” my Master demanded as his cock possessed me, his
fingers drilling into my anus.

“Yes, Master.” The tingles of a powerful climax erupted deep
in my belly, exploding outward, and I arched my back, rocking my hips up to
meet his every thrust. “Coming...”

“No. You may not have release until your Master tells you,”
he warned, his voice sharp.

“Oh, God.” I fought to subdue the inferno engulfing me.
Flames licked my arms and legs but I couldn’t douse them. I rocked my head from
side to side, desperate to throw myself into the blaze, let it burn through me,
consume me. “Please...I cannot...”

For the second time, he withdrew, and I was left breathless,
on the verge of tears and twitching all over. It took every ounce of my
strength to force my eyelids up. “Why?”

He didn’t answer.

I glanced around me. The dancers had all gathered and were
standing in a circle around us. Most of them had redressed in their beautiful
historical gowns and suits. They all were looking down at me with longing. Men
and women, both.

One, the young woman who had been fucked by the Domme
earlier smiled and stepped forward. “I warned you, the Master’s games are
wicked.” I recognized her voice. It was the woman who’d brought me here. “They
make me wet.” Stripping away her clothes as she walked, she circled me. “Your
obedience and self control pleases the Master. After one more test, he will
reward you.”

A flare of joy bloomed deep inside me. I arched my back,
stretching my neck to find my Master. He stood at my head, far enough back that
it was difficult for me to see him. He smiled, and that expression brought joy
to my heart.

The young woman squatted over my face, her pussy hovering
over my mouth, her musty-sweet scent filling my nose. She parted her
smoothly-shaved labia with her fingers.

“Eat my pussy,” my Master commanded.

I’d never so much as kissed a woman, never touched a woman
sexually, never fantasized about one. But between her glorious scent and the
sharp edge in my Master’s voice, I was trembling with anticipation.

Still completely powerless, tied up and unable to move, I
took my first taste, letting my tongue explore her slit.

Delicious.

Above me, the young woman sighed, and a wave of desire
crashed through me. Hungry now, I flicked my tongue over her hard pearl, her
juices coating my lips. I stabbed my tongue into her canal then went back to
her clit, licking and nipping and suckling. Her soft sighs turned to low moans
and groans. Her tiny trembles turned to sharper quakes and her skin warmed,
heat simmering all around me and enveloping me in a cloud of female desire.

I knew the moment she came. My mouth filled with her
essence, my nose with the scent of her musk. I drank deeply, sucking and
pulling, each taste a powerful aphrodisiac. By the time she crumbled at my
side, I was burning with fever.