To the Edge (Hideaway) (6 page)

‘Thank
you, Sir,’ she said, trying not to sound as though she was about to burst into
tears. ‘Will you please take me somewhere private?’

A
smile spread across his face. ‘Yes, sweetheart. We still have a busy evening
ahead of us.’

A
relieved sob escaped her, and the next one was swallowed in his kiss.

*

Her
eyes scanned beyond the crowd, searching for the door. He grinned at her
eagerness. ‘Before we go, first tell me what day is good for you to accompany
me to the beach. There may even be a bookstore or three involved.’

She
laughed. ‘Okay, that’s just really playing dirty.’

He
grinned. ‘By any means necessary.’

She
knew when she was beaten. ‘Thursday next week is good, if that works for you.’

He
nodded. ‘Thursday it is. I’ll pick you up at ten, in case you need to sleep in
a little.’

Warmth
flooded her body, and she couldn’t stop her grin. ‘Thank you, Sir.’

He
took her hand and led her through the throng, to the door, into the quiet,
plush hallway, and along to the elevator.

They
went three floors up, and arrived at an equally luxurious, tastefully decorated
hallway.

‘Room
three-thirty-two has been set up for us,’ he said, arriving at a white door
accented with gold scrollwork. He swiped a card through the lock, and ushered
her into the beautiful suite.

There
was a comfortable sitting area with a big sofa and armchairs, a minibar, and
French doors opening out to a wide balcony.

‘I’ll
open the doors, and we can hear the ocean,’ he said, doing just that. The refreshing
scent of rain and the sea mingled with those drifting up from the flower garden
below.

Sam
closed her eyes, and inhaled, all the tension leaving her body. When she was
ready, she turned to explore the rest of her surroundings. She’d done her
research before ever making that first call to Master Dan, months ago. The
Hideaway was a five star ‘specialist’ hotel that strove to explode all the
popular sex establishment stereotypes. It had a spa, a restaurant, various
cafes, and a privacy policy rivalling the CIA. The utmost discretion was a
given. Numerous high-profile clients were ushered in and out through secret
passageways, lest their very public careers be damaged by their after-hours
activities.

Walking
through the archway to the bedroom, there was, of course, a huge, beautifully
made bed with a carved wooden headboard which had been fitted with iron bars
just the right size for cuffs, shackles, or silk. A large vase of flowers stood
on a dresser by the window. Another door stood to the left of the bed, and Sam
supposed it was the bathroom… but she was wrong.

It
was a small, but very well appointed medical room with an examination table and
lamps in the middle, and supply cupboards all around. She didn’t know that it
was possible to make such a place look tasteful, but they’d managed it.

As
she came out of the medical room, her eye was drawn to the opposite wall of the
bedroom. Set into an alcove was a wooden panel with an ornately carved border
and a pair of shiny gold handles

‘Save
that one for later, Sammy,’ said Master Dan, from the entryway to the bedroom.
‘Do you need to use the bathroom?’

She
nodded.

He
inclined his head to the doorway to the right of the bed. ‘Through there.’

The
bathroom was as tasteful and richly supplied as everywhere else. The shower was
huge, and sported a baffling addition in the form of a long, built-in table
with a slightly hollow center to prevent the occupant sliding off. Various
handles and attachments hung nearby, whose purpose she could only speculate.
She hoped he’d use them on her. The towels were gold with black trim, plush,
and invited a touch, which Sam did, imagining how they’d feel on her bare skin.

Maybe
later.

She
finished up in the bathroom, and went back out to the sitting room, where
Master Dan handed her a glass of lemonade. They took their drinks out to the
balcony, and let the misty rain and cool ocean breeze caress them.

Her
Dom stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against
him while she sipped her drink and enjoyed feeling his warmth, his strength,
flowing through her.

‘You
love the ocean.’

‘Yep.
Always have.’

‘Me
too. I spent the better part of my childhood on the beach,’ he said. ‘It was
infinitely more peaceful than home.’

‘Lots
of brothers and sisters?’

There
was a long hesitation. ‘No. Just me and my mom and my mom’s boyfriends, if you
could call them that; most of whom didn’t want to be reminded that she had a
kid.’

‘Oh.
I’m sorry.’

‘When
I got a little older, I stuck around the house to protect my mom from her
second husband.’

She
turned, and saw his expression was dark. ‘He was violent?’

He
nodded. ‘My father died when I was four. Eventually, my mother took up with
another man. He could be kind and charming, but he was a mean, mean drunk. I’d
seen my mother bruised, but she would never tell me how it happened. Finally,
when I was nine, I walked in on him beating her, and rushed him. We tussled
around, until finally he stamped on my knee. I don’t remember much of what
happened after that. The police came, the ambulance came, and I went into
surgery. My kneecap was broken into four pieces, and I had a compound fracture
of my tibia, my shinbone.’

Sam
nodded, and didn’t interrupt. She hoped the stepfather had been jailed.

‘From
then on, I had an intense hatred of cruelty, and of anyone who hurt anyone
weaker than them. You don’t need a psychiatrist to figure out why I read
superhero comics obsessively, till I started lifting weights as a teenager.
When I was ten, my mother made a better choice of boyfriend. He was one of the
orthopedic surgeons who worked on me. We’d seen him a few times for my
follow-up appointments, and one day he just asked her out.’ He smiled at the
memory.

‘Did
she stay with him?’ said Sam.

He
nodded. ‘To this day. I credit him with helping me channel my anger into a
drive to help people, and that’s how I ended up in medical school.’

‘Wow.
Must be quite a guy. But you are too, to have been able to turn that experience
into something so good.’

He
shrugged, but she could tell he was pleased.

‘Does
it still hurt? Your leg?’

‘Sometimes,’
he said. ‘As you know, it can be difficult to disentangle the physical and
psychological. There’s still a weakness there.’ He rubbed slow circles over her
temples, and she let her head fall back to rest against him. ‘How’re you
feeling now? How’s the headache?’

‘It’s
gone.’ She was still reeling from what he’d revealed to her. She turned to face
him, and ran her hands up his chest, and brought him down into a long,
heartfelt kiss.

When
they finally came up for air, there was a look of amused confusion in his eyes.
‘What was that for?’

‘For
sharing something so personal with me.’

He
smiled, and kissed her again. He shook his head, as though in disbelief at
himself. ‘You’re the first person I’ve told about that in a very long time.’

He
drew her into his arms, and held her there for a very long time.

*

‘Sam?’

His
voice cut through her reverie. ‘Mmm?’

‘I
want to talk about your spanking.’

She
nodded slowly.

‘How
did it feel when you realized your punishment was going to be public?’

She
thought. The evening had been so full of extremes already; her retrieval, being
commanded to relieve herself while he was inside her, being strapped into the
spanking bench and having her panties pulled down, everyone watching, and finally,
his laying down the law – which no doubt the rest of the bar had heard as well.

‘Scary.’

‘Why,
particularly?’

‘I
was embarrassed.’

‘Why?’

She
gave him a
do I really have to say it?
look, and he raised his eyebrows.
Fine. ‘Because I didn’t know anyone who was watching, and I figured they’d all
think I was a bad sub. And then there was the humiliation factor.’

‘With
the thermometer.’

She
squirmed as her sex clenched at the humiliating but incredible memory. ‘Yes.’

He
gave her a long look, and gently but firmly clasped her hand. ‘Come with me.’

He
led her to the bed, where he stripped off the covers so that only the bottom
sheet remained. His hands deftly unbuckled her corset. As each breast was
freed, he cupped it, bent down, and suckled, drawing a needy gasp from her. He
gave a low chuckle, and pulled the corset off.

He
knelt in front of her, ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, and cupped her
bottom. ‘Pull your skirt up, and your panties aside,’ he said, firmly.

She
obeyed, and he buried his face in her heat.

She
gasped.

His
tongue slipped between her labia, and found her clit. He grabbed her ass hard,
and pushed his face into her with a ferocity she wasn’t expecting, drawing the
small bundle of nerves between his lips, teasing her with his tongue.

‘Oh,
God!
Dan!
’ she choked out, jack-knifing forwards.

He
pulled back, and set her back upright. ‘You called me
Dan
.’ There was a
touch of wonder in his voice.

She
looked down at him, and smiled. ‘I did. Sorry, Sir.’

‘Don’t
be. I liked it. But when we’re here, I’m Sir or Master Dan.’

‘Yes,
Sir.’

He
pressed his mouth to her again, and insinuated his tongue. ‘God, you taste so
sweet,’ he mumbled.

She
doubted that, but was happy for him if he thought so. He looked up, and
grinned. ‘Want a taste?’

Of…
Oh. ‘No, that’s okay.’

He
cocked his head, clearly puzzled. ‘Sweetheart, Master Jake came in your mouth.’

That
was different; he wasn’t her.

Master
Dan’s hand nudged between her thighs. ‘Spread your legs.’

She
did, and he pushed a finger inside. She uttered a soft cry. He withdrew his
finger, and before she was thinking straight again, he’d brought it up and slipped
it into her mouth. He gripped her wrist so that she couldn’t pull away.

‘Suck,’
he commanded.

Tentatively,
she obeyed, tasting her own salty sweetness on his skin.

Amusement
danced in his eyes. ‘Not so bad, huh?’

‘I
guess not,’ she agreed, reluctantly.

He
bent to begin unbuckling her high black boots, but she could see he was
smiling.

He
put the boots aside, and tugged at her skirt and panties. She hissed as they
raked over her sore buttocks. He brought them all the way down to her feet,
where she stepped out of them, very aware of both her nakedness and his size
and strength advantage.

His
gaze was appraising. ‘You don’t like me looking at you.’

‘Not
particularly.’

‘You
don’t believe me when I tell you that you’re beautiful.’

She
shrugged.

He
put a finger under her chin, and made her look him in the eyes. ‘You. Are.
Beautiful. I’ve never lied to you, and I never will. You are beautiful, Sam.
You’ll just have to trust me on this, until you believe it yourself.’

‘Okay.’
She broke eye contact and took a step back. He continued
looking
at her.

‘Get
on the bed face down,’ he said, at last.

As
she moved to obey, he vanished into the medical room. She felt much happier
lying face down on the comfortable bed. As her fingertips dug into the
mattress, there was an odd squeaky noise. She pressed it again.

Rubber.
There was a rubber sheet below the cotton one. A thrill of excitement ran up
her spine.

He
returned, and settled himself on the bed beside her. ‘First, I’m going to
insert a thermometer, and then I’m going to give you something to soothe your
bottom,’ he said.

Almost
before she had time to nod, he was parting her buttocks. A cool, wet poke at
her anus drew a moan from her, and then the slippery instrument was pushed to
full depth.

‘Easy,’
he said.

Another
cap popped open. She heard the sound of something squirting out, and his hands
rubbing together.

‘Tell
me how it felt when Master Jake unzipped his pants right in front of you,’ he
said, laying his hands ever so gently on her buttocks.

She
squirmed, but he held still until she felt the cool, soothing relief of the
salve he was lightly rubbing in.

She
let out a shuddery breath. ‘I wanted him in my mouth. I knew it would be
comforting, and I wanted to bring him pleasure. To…’ she shuddered as the
thermometer in her rectum was partially withdrawn, only to be inserted more
deeply.