Night Wrangler
Risa Channing tipped the cab driver, gathered her leather coat around her, and pressed the brass knocker on the heavy carved wooden door. She was about to enter a very exclusive dungeon and take a step forward in her BDSM experience. She did her best to tamp down a sudden flutter of nerves as the door to Rawhide swung open. She stepped into the warm paneled reception area and tentatively smiled at the woman standing there.
“Hello, Lila.”
The two women had met when Risa filled out her membership application. Manager Clint Chavez had introduced them, and Lila had taken her on a tour of this exclusive dungeon.
“Welcome, Risa. We’re so pleased you’ve decided to join us.”
Risa nodded, hoping she’d be just as happy by the end of the evening. Unsatisfied for a long time with the Doms she played with—and the ones she’d had unfortunate relationships with—she hoped she’d find here what she was looking for. More than that…what she’d craved.
When she’d met with Clint, who was also one of the owners of Rawhide, she’d been very emphatic that she wanted a session with an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level of BDSM. She’d needed such an experience for a long time but until recently hadn’t had the nerve to follow through with it. What if she hated it? Regretted it? Couldn’t play beyond the light level she was used to?
Too late now, kiddo.
“Clint is waiting for you in the lounge,” Lila told her, taking Risa’s coat and purse. They’d be put in a locker for her until she was ready to leave. “Have a good evening.”
I hope so.
“Thank you.”
Risa smoothed the short skirt and halter-top as she moved toward the lounge. She’d left her hair down tonight, swinging just below her shoulders. Beneath the skirt, she wore a brand new scarlet thong. For luck. As she entered the lounge, she saw Clint Chavez sitting on a curved section of a couch, dressed in his signature navy silk shirt and pants. He spotted her and stood, hand extended, a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Risa.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
The man sitting next to him rose and immediately Risa felt her thong dampen even as her mouth went dry. Like Clint, he appeared taller than he was, his shoulders broad and his chest and abs hard and flat, with a sexy dusting of dark hair. A tattoo of a coiled rope sitting on one of barbed wire wrapped around his left bicep. All the rippling muscles were easy to see because he was naked from the waist up. The rest of his body was clad in leather pants tight enough that she could see the thick bulge of his cock. Below that, he was barefoot. His feet appeared as graceful as the rest of his body.
But it was his face that caught her attention. Framed by a thick fall of inky black hair, it was a warrior’s face, finely chiseled with a square jaw, startling blue eyes, and lashes any woman would kill for. The power he exuded was so strong as to be nearly visible in the air around him. She could only stand there mesmerized and so aroused she needed every bit of discipline to keep herself together.
Deep inside her, something unfamiliar began to unwind like a spring tightened for too long. Maybe like the twisted rope on his arm. It teased at her emotions as well as her senses. Was she getting herself in too deep? She wasn’t looking for more than one night of intense pleasure. Was she?
“Risa.” Clint’s voice penetrated the fog wrapped around her brain. “This is Master J.”
Her eyes drank him in even as they kept returning to the significant bulge in his pants. She could hardly wait to feel that inside her. At his pleasure, of course.
Master J, in full Dom mode, did not extend his hand. Instead, he let his gaze travel slowly over every inch of her body, his stare so penetrating that she might as well have been naked. He nodded at Clint. “She will do very nicely.”
Clint smiled. “You know it is always my goal to please.” He looked at Risa. “I have passed along your desires to Master J, and I assure you he can more than satisfy them. Beyond that, Risa, you can trust him completely.”
Her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could speak. Every nerve in her body vibrated, and her pulse throbbed in her womb.
“Thank you, Clint.” She lowered her eyes. “And thank you, Master J.”
“The room is prepared for you,” the owner told the Dom. “Everything is as you requested.”
“Good. Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.”
Okay, so no small talk or let’s get acquainted.
Well, this was what she’d asked for, right? A complete Dom who would take her well into the next level of BDSM play. Someone who could satisfy the very dark desires that claimed her dreams and left her shaken when she awoke, more often than not with her hand still on her clit. At first, she’d been embarrassed to admit to herself that pain was a great aphrodisiac. But when she squeezed her nipples or her clit hard, cream gushed from her pussy and her inner walls flexed with spasms.
She’d tried to figure out a way to spank herself, but the position was too awkward to do her any good, so she had to be contented with reading about it. Caning particularly appealed to her. The book she’d ordered online came with explicit photographs of women after they’d been caned, and she ached for her ass to burn like theirs. To have hot stripes that made it difficult for her to sit down. And when she did, the residual soreness gave rise to the sweet pain.
She’d spent weeks agonizing over the decision and then decided to apply for membership at Rawhide, a new environment for her and one that had by far the best reputation in the area as far as clientele went. She certainly hoped so, since the membership fee was steep.
But in the places where she’d belonged before, there was no one with whom she could see herself moving to another level. No one who had impressed her enough with his skills. Plus, with a new level of play, she wanted a new environment. Someplace where her old self wasn’t present and where she could explore new horizons freely without previous Doms offering to help her. There weren’t any she’d played with who connected with her enough to risk new experiences.
“Girl.” Master J’s deep voice was like a hot caress.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me. Our evening is about to begin.”
The room he led her into looked much the same as others she’d been in only more elaborate and luxurious. As Master J locked the door and adjusted the lighting, she took the opportunity to glance around.
The floor was covered with a thick carpet except for one large square that was polished hardwood. Risa expected that was for subs who needed to be punished in a kneeling position. No soft cushioning for them. The room also contained a padded spanking bench, manacles hanging from the ceiling with matching cuffs at floor level, a St. Andrew’s Cross, a cupboard open to display a number of toys and instruments, and something she had only seen in pictures—an old-fashioned pillory.
The punishment equipment of years gone by.
The original ones had places for the head and hands to rest and hinged boards to keep them in place. The ones she’d read about, like this one, also had a place for a woman’s breasts to be contained. A fresh spate of cream soaked her thong as she imagined the things that could be done to a woman held helpless in the apparatus.
Risa stood waiting for instructions while Master J walked slowly around her. She could feel the impact of his gaze on her as he studied her from every angle.
“Before we begin, Clint gave me the specifics of your request,” he told her. “Look at me, Risa.” His voice was softer now.
She raised her eyes, questioning. “Yes, Master J?”
“Clint takes his requests very seriously. He wants to make sure that those he pairs together are a suitable match.” He brushed a stay strand of hair back from her face. “For what we are about to do, especially to take you to levels you’ve never reached before, there must be complete and absolute trust. I promise you that you have nothing to fear from me. That you can trust me only to satisfy your desires and to stretch your limits but not push you beyond them if it becomes too much for you. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Did Clint tell you what they call me, besides Master J?”
“No.” The word came out as a soft whisper. She swallowed and repeated it louder. “No, Sir.”
“I’m known as the Night Wrangler. On a ranch, the wrangler is the one in charge of the horses and other livestock. Here, where I only play at night, I am in complete charge of the subs who come to me. Or who I choose for myself. Complete control.” He studied her with those intense eyes. “Can you accept that?”
“Yes, Sir.” She licked her bottom lip with her tongue, then decided to be a little bolder. “That’s exactly what I want.”
“Tell me exactly what it is you’re seeking tonight. I want to hear it from you.”
Risa swallowed. She forced herself to keep her gaze on him while she answered. “I have discovered that I want to explore greater levels of pain, to reach that point where the pain itself is a pleasure. To be helpless, except to do as you command me. To achieve the intense orgasms possible at that level. I—I’ve discovered that pain increases my pleasure, that it takes me to a place where things could be ever so much sweeter. And to please you because of that.”
His lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile. His gaze had softened, but there was still heat flaring in them. Risa’s breath caught as the heat of his gaze seared her, sending shivers skating over the surface of her skin. She’d only wanted this one night, but suddenly she wanted much more than that. From him. With him. And the intensity of her need frightened her. She’d spent her entire life being careful not to let her emotions rule her mind so how had this even happened?
Because she’d never met the Night Wrangler before. There was something so compelling, so intense, so demanding that she just wanted to fall into whatever it was he had planned and never come up. She could understand why he had the name.
“I have been a Dom for many years, Risa. I like to think I have pleased my subs, given them what they want, and that I do it well. That this is the reason Clint selected me for this evening. I will never, ever take a sub to a point where it would be emotionally harmful. Give me your trust, Risa, and I will give you what you need. So I ask you now, are you ready for this evening?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then before we begin, I must have your safeword.”
She had always used stoplight, figuring the significance of the word itself would help convey her meaning. But for tonight she’d chosen something else.
“Nightbird.”
Tonight, she expected to fly.
Master J. tilted up her face with one finger beneath her chin. Something like humor flashed momentarily in his eyes. “Then I will make sure you fly tonight.” He released her chin. “You know the rules. You will address me as Master or Master J. You may not ask questions unless I give you permission. You will speak only when spoken to except to use your safeword, which you will use only when you are certain you want me to stop. And you will obey my every command. Every. One. Understood?”
“Yes, Master J.” His name rolled sensuously off her tongue.
Apparently satisfied she understood everything, Master J took up a position in the center of the floor, legs apart, arms folded across his chest.
“Submissive pose, girl,” he ordered.
Risa obediently dropped to her knees before him, eyes downcast, head bowed, hands behind her back.
“Excellent. Rise and remove your clothing, everything except your shoes.”
Risa rose to her feet. Still keeping her gaze on the floor, she unfastened the halter-top and dropped it beside her. Trembling with anticipation, she slid down the side zipper on her micro skirt, stepped out of it, and let it fall on top of the halter. She hooked her thumbs into the thin elastic straps holding the thong in place and eased it down her legs, awkwardly balancing herself on her stiletto heels as she stepped out of it. But when she would have added it to the other items, Master J took it from her hands and pressed it to his face.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled.
“Exquisite. And so wet. I’m pleased that you are already so aroused.”
Risa just stood there, hands behind her back, thrilled that her scent pleased him.
“Turn around,” he commanded. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of you.”
She had only moved partway around when he clasped a hand around her arm and stopped her.
“Submissive pose.”
Immediately, she sank to her knees, unease fluttering in her stomach. Had she done something to displease him already? Would he decide to end the session? But when he gave the next order, there was as much a tone of possessiveness as of domination. Something was definitely happening between them. Holding her breath, she waited for his next order.
“Touch your forehead to the floor, knees wide apart. Yes, like that. Now reach behind you and separate the cheeks of your ass. I want to see every bit of you exposed.”
If possible, she felt even more naked, aware that he could see every inch of her pussy and her ass. A whisper of sound told her he’d moved behind her. In a moment, one finger touched her, moving slowly from her clit down the length of her pussy, stopping at her opening to probe with a gentle touch before finally touching her anus and lightly rimming it. A shiver of delight skated over her skin.
“Such an enticing cunt,” he murmured. “And a delicious ass. Tonight, I’ll make sure to work both of them properly.”
She heard him step away.
“On your feet, girl, and walk over to the pillory and place yourself properly. It’s one of my favorite instruments and a good way to begin our evening.”
Risa shook slightly as she walked over to the apparatus and pressed against it. Resting her chin in the curve for her head, she placed her hands and her breasts where Master J indicated and waited for him to lock her into it. The wood was polished and smooth against her skin, obviously sanded to prevent splinters from harming a sub. As he latched each section into place, the realization that she was now completely helpless excited her beyond belief. He could do whatever he chose to her, and she was powerless to stop him. The throbbing in her cunt accelerated, vibrating through her body.
“It excites me to have my sub so restrained,” he said as he adjusted all the hinged bars. “It leaves you totally at my mercy.” He paused. “Does that excite you?”
“Yes, Master J. It does.” More than she’d ever expected. Until now she’d only had either her wrists or her ankles manacled, never both at the same time. And never in a position of such complete helplessness. With no movement allowed at all and her entire body exposed to whatever her Dom chose to do.
Yet she had no hesitation about this with Master J. The invisible connection she’d felt almost immediately shimmered between them. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice told her she wasn’t alone in dealing with that. She could see him on a horse, thigh muscles clenching the saddle, biceps flexing as he whirled his rope overhead to capture a runaway animal. The pulse in her cunt throbbed harder and cream trickled to the inside of her thighs.
Silently, he locked the head restraints in place, then the wrists, and finally the breasts. Except for her feet, Risa was completely immobilized. And she had never been so aroused in her life. The tiny edge of fear, of the unknown, only served to ramp up her arousal.
Master J walked around to stand in front of her, a tiny smile of satisfaction curving his lips. His mouth fascinated her, and she wondered how it would feel on her nipples and her clit. She had to bite down on her lip to tamp down the excitement rushing through her.
“Afraid already?” Master J asked.
“No, Master.” She swiped her tongue across her lower lip. “May I say, instead, that I am eager to experience what awaits me.”
Heat flamed in his eyes. “I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations.”
Moving closer, he squeezed her constricted breasts, kneading them with his fingers before taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezing them. Tiny sparks of erotic pain shot though her breasts and spread to her cunt. He knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure to give her the most pleasure.
“Look at me,” Master J commanded. “Let me see your eyes. Good. I can see the pleasure in them. You enjoy pain. But you’ll tell me when it gets past that edge of sweetness.”
Risa gritted her teeth at the first edge of pain, but as the intensity increased, she welcomed it. Pain had always been a great stimulant for her. For whatever reason it stimulated her pheromones and put her in a state of sexual need. Even pain that occurred outside the bedroom, which could sometimes make for an embarrassing situation. This was the major reason why she’d wanted to experiment with higher levels of pain.
Master J continued to pinch and twist until her pebbled tips were swollen and pleasantly aching. He bent his head and licked each nipple, then grazed his teeth over each one before walking around to her back. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to control the tremors in her pussy.
The next thing she felt was his hand trailing down her spine to her ass, cupping each cheek before probing the hot crevice between her globes. She clenched at his touch, trying to trap his hand, but only he laughed, a low, rough sound.
“Not yet, girl. Not just yet.”
She was totally unprepared for the slap on her buttocks, the hard contact of flesh on flesh, and jerked, but Master J just gave that warm-as-molasses laugh again and squeezed her flesh between his fingertips. Then his lips were at her ear, his breath a faint breeze against her skin. “The first thing I want to do is warm up that sweet ass of yours.”
Smack!
His hard hand landed again. The pain, which had begun as a flash of heat in the area of contact, now spread out over the contour of her ass. Fire streaked over the surface of her skin and spread over her entire buttocks and down to her thighs. A pleasurable heat began as gentle warmth and escalated to coals of fire, making her body beg for more. Each time, between the flat smack of his hand, he caressed the hot skin, gentling her, lulling her, before applying his hand again even harder. She wished she could ask him to keep his hand on her longer after each contact so she could feel the connection and revel in the intense sensation each slap created.
Smack!
This time she only jerked slightly. She even saucily wiggled her rear end at him.
The next blow was sharper, harder, and then they came in rapid, but uneven, succession. She had no way to anticipate when the next one would fall, which only made her more excited. The heat and pain continued to spread in waves of sensation. When he stopped, she wanted to cry out in protest, but she swallowed the words. When nothing happened for a long moment, she wondered if he’d stopped for good. Had her reaction in someway displeased him? Did he want her to cry out more, to beg him to stop? Her stomach knotted with tension.
Then he was in front of her again. With her head locked in the position it was in, she couldn’t keep it lowered submissively so she saw him clearly. Desire still flared in his eyes, and the muscles in his jaw tightened. Risa had never met a man who aroused her so instantly or to such heights or called to something dark inside her the way Master J did. She was so ready for whatever he wanted.
It wasn’t just his knowledgeable touch or his expertise administering pain. He knew what to do and exactly how to do it. It was more than that. The man himself gave off such sensual vibes she could feel them surrounding her.
His lips curved in a tiny smile as his gaze locked with hers. He held a short crop in his hand, one with a short but thin tail, like a miniature whip, and he kept drawing it across his palm. “Has anyone ever used this on your breasts, girl?”
His voice was so mesmerizing she almost forgot to answer him.
“Uh, no. I mean, no, Master J.”
“But you’d like that, yes?”
She wet her lips. “Yes. Master.” As long as it’s you.
And where had that thought come from?
“We’ll begin with some light strokes, warming you up. Getting your body used to the feel of it.”
He trailed the thin strip of leather back and forth across her breasts until she was ready to beg him to get on with it. That was the moment he chose to give the crop a hard flick of his wrist, and it stroked across both breasts, drawing a soft line of pain across her skin.
Master J watched her carefully as he applied the little whip again and again. The strokes were never hard, but each one had a bite. And each took her breath away, not from the pain, but from the eroticism of the bite on her tender flesh. Her breasts quivered in response, and her nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Her orgasm began to gather low in her body.
Master J cupped her jaw and looked directly into her eyes.
“You find that stimulating. Good. Suspected you would. And we have barely begun.” He drew his tongue lightly along her lips, her body trembling in response. “But remember. You will not come until I give you permission. Do you know what happens to bad girls who do that?”
She shook her head within its limited motion.
“I arouse them in ways they never imagined, then leave them tied in such a way that they cannot even bring themselves to orgasm. So you’ll follow the rules.”
I’ll do my best.
He moved away, and when he returned, again behind her, she sensed the long, round smoothness of what had to be a cane.
“Clint said that caning was on your wish list.” He brought his head close to hers and gently nipped the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met. “I’m an expert at this. It’s one of my favorite edge-play activities.” He trailed his mouth across her nape and nibbled at the other shoulder. “I use a thin cane because it produces a sharper, more pleasurable pain. Each one builds on the previous stroke, giving you the sensation of a burn. You will feel it on your ass, your thighs, even your cunt.” He drew his tongue along her spine. “Since this is your first time, I’ll only give you ten strokes tonight. Then you’ll tell me how it made you feel.”
She drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and closed her eyes. She didn’t know which was exciting her more, the anticipation of the cane or Master J’s mouth on her body. She prayed he would use it more on her. That and any other instruments he chose. Because beyond the pain and realization of her sexual fantasies, something electrically charged kept zinging between them. While she had desired a lot of men, once they were finished with playtime, she never thought of them until she was ready to play again. Master J had an emotional impact on her from the moment she’d seen him that she wasn’t sure how to deal with.
And unless she was mistaken, the same feelings had wrapped themselves around him.
Risa was so busy letting her mind race wildly over this idea that she forgot to brace for the first blow. It fell, sharp and stinging, across her buttock. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. The next one fell without warning, and after that, they hit sporadically, heat spreading from the cheeks of her ass to her thighs and her pussy. As each cry tried to force itself from her mouth, she swallowed it back. But by the third or fourth blow the edge of pain had been dulled by the intense pleasure rushing through her. She couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her.
Master J ran the palm of his hand over her again, smoothing her burning flesh. She was stunned when he placed a kiss on each globe of her buttocks.
“You have a very sweet ass, Girl. I can’t wait to fuck it.”
And I can’t wait to have you do it.
She wanted to come badly. Her thighs were sticky with her cream, and her pussy throbbed with hunger. She wanted to beg him for permission, yet at the same time wanted him to know he had all the control.
Master J’s fingers traced the line of her slit, and he hummed with satisfaction. “I think it wouldn’t take much to push you into that orgasm you so badly want. And you’ll have it, but only when I’m ready to allow you.”
“Thank you, Master J.”
As she waited for whatever came next, Risa was suddenly aware that something more than heavy BDSM play was happening here. She’d only wanted an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level, even higher, and help her satisfy her dark desires. But something more than that, something riding the edge of emotion, was happening, and she sensed Master J felt it, too.
What the hell?
She hadn’t come here looking for anything beyond one night of extreme satisfaction, one night of exploring new boundaries. Her other attempts to connect emotionally with a Dom had exploded and left her badly burned. Besides, how could she develop feelings for someone this fast when she’d spent so much time separating herself from her everyday life and the Doms she played with? She had to fight this—whatever this was—but she seemed to have little control of the emotion surging through her, squeezing her heart, and warming her from the inside out.
“When we’re finished, I’ll put some special cream on you to ease any discomfort.” He gave a slight groan. “I wish you could see how beautiful your ass is with these red stripes on it. I’d love to run my tongue over each one. And maybe I will before our session is over.” He gave her buttocks a soft slap. “Spread your feet wider, girl. I have a treat for you.”
She widened her stance as much as she could. She didn’t know which was making her more uncomfortable, the residual soreness from the spanking, the whipping and caning, or the position in the pillory. She felt herself falling away from the pain into subspace, where she was disconnected from everything except sensation. Her Master could do anything at all with her. But she trusted Clint to have matched her with a trustworthy Dom. And besides, whatever that feeling was that was building inside her, she was assured that she was truly safe with him.
She closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself, and was shocked to feel Master J’s lips on hers. Doms usually avoided kissing as too personal. His mouth was firm and smooth, and he exerted just the right pressure. The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips, a tiny flame searing her lips. Her eyes flew open, and she found him staring into them.
“Open your mouth, girl,” he ordered.
When she did, his tongue thrust inside and licked every inner inch, dueling with hers, sending some kind of message she was desperately trying to interpret. A quick sense of loss engulfed her when he lifted his head. But he held up something for her to see and her heartbeat quickened again.
****
She was delicious. That was the only word Jax Schroyer could think of to describe her. The minute he’d laid eyes on Risa Channing, he knew he was in trouble. Based on her request, he’d expected a sub with a hard edge, submissive yet always wanting more. Edgier.
He couldn’t have been more off base. Clint had said she would prove to be an excellent sub. That she had come recommended, and that he’d find her pleasing. Pleasing, for God’s sake!
That was kind of like saying a pussy was wet.
And speaking of wet, Risa Channing was a walking wet dream. He guessed her height at five-foot-four but the sexy stiletto heels added another three inches. Lustrous auburn hair fell in waves to her shoulders and was matched by the narrow strip of carefully trimmed curls at the lips of her cunt. Her ass, now vividly striped with the marks of the cane, curved sweetly down to thighs, and he wanted to sink his fingers into her breasts. While the firm mounds were not large, they were still full and tipped with dusky nipples. She certainly looked good enough to eat immobilized in the pillory. He wanted to run his tongue all over her and take her home with him.
Take her home? Wait just a minute here.
Jax was a loner, had been for years. He’d discovered the hard way that his needs as a Dom didn’t appeal to too many subs. The ones who enjoyed the extreme play he preferred weren’t anyone he wanted to spend more than a few hours with. Ever. So what was it about this woman? Was it the faint air of vulnerability combined with an inner strength? Was it the willingness to explore more extreme planes of BDSM without the sharp edge or excessive attitude of submission he’d found in other subs?
Maybe it was all of them, but something had unlocked the emotional door he’d kept secure for most of his adult life.
Whatever it was, he’d better get her out of his mind. She’d asked for one night, and for this night, he was going to take her for the ride of her life. And that was it. He’d been down this road before and still had the scars to prove it. He’d just have to get his rebellious emotions under control.
Spanking and caning Risa had aroused him so that he had a slight difficulty walking. Now he was going to move her onto something else, and he wondered how long it would be before he gave into his own desires and shoved his cock into her cunt or her mouth. Or her ass.
Her eyes widened at the clothespins he held up. He watched for signs of fear but saw only desire, need, and excitement. Again his traitorous emotions were jumping all over the place. Here was a woman who obviously had great depths and who enjoyed the extremes of BDSM as he did. Could he take a chance here?
All through the session his gut had been twisted into a knot as he battled the thought. He’d followed that road before with disastrous results. He’d promised himself never to do it again. To take his pleasure where he found it and that was all.
He deliberately swept everything out of his mind to concentrate on the play at hand. “Have your other Doms decorated your nipples or compressed them in any way?” When she just shook her head, he reminded her, “Words, girl.”
“No, Sir, they have not.”
“For needing to be reminded to answer properly, I think one or two more strikes with the cane are in order.”
He picked up the cane from where he’d left it and applied it twice with increased force across her reddened skin. When he moved around to look at her face again, her eyes were glazed. The look he’d seen with subs who got high on pain. Who fell into subspace as the pain increased with every touch and tempo.
She’d certainly been truthful. This was what she craved.
He bent slightly and took her nipples in his mouth, each in turn, tugging at them with his lips and gently biting. They tasted so sweet he was sure he could spend hours doing this to them and never tire of it. Her soft little moans excited him, and he bit a little harder before lifting his head. Then he picked up the clothespins again.
“I use these rather than jewelry,” he told her. “I see jewelry as a more personal item, a gift between a Dom and sub in a relationship. Plus, the clothespins work much better at compressing the entire nipple. Like this.”
He took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched the pebbled surface hard. She sucked in a breath, but her eyes, still glazed, never left his face. Releasing the bud, he secured one pin, making sure the entire surface was contained. The tiny whimper that escaped her mouth was definitely one of pleasure rather than protest. When he did the same with the other nipple, she hummed with pleasure.
But the real test would come with the next move.
“I’m going to touch your clit, girl. As aroused as you are, it will make you want to come. But I order you not to. If you do, I’ll need to punish you again.” He couldn’t help smiling at the way a hint of a grin played on her lips. “And no fair deliberately disobeying me.”
He squatted in front of her and pushed her legs even farther apart. When he ran his fingers along her slit, he discovered she was even more drenched than before. Just the ghost of a touch on her clit made her quiver with restrained need. He was tempted to leave her like this, toying with her clit yet denying her the opportunity to come. But that would be for another time. If there was another time. Which he was fervently beginning to hope there would be.
Instead, he tugged on the swollen nub and made sure it was well coated with her juices. She gasped at the pinch of the wood on her sensitive flesh, but then he could almost feel her settle herself. When he was satisfied with his work, he rose to his feet and cupped her cheeks.
“All right?” he asked.
Even as he could see she had drifted into subspace, heat and hunger still danced in her eyes. And something else. Something evident in every submissive line of her body. Every reaction. It was admiration for him as a Dom. It shocked him that she would react that way after such a short time and made him wonder at the ineptness of her former Doms.
“Yes, Master J. Very much so.” Her voice had a breathy quality, evidence of her arousal and the effort it was taking to keep herself under control, even with the pain and discomfort she had to be feeling from the unnatural position in the pillory.
“Excellent.” He couldn’t help brushing his lips against her, tasting the sweetness. She reached something inside him that no other sub had ever touched. He sensed no artifice in her, nothing fake, nothing hard or worn. She was a beautiful sub, inside and out, and he felt certain the Dom she chose would be a very special person to her. Something he’d never had with the other women he’d known. He didn’t know whether to be angry about it or embrace it.
Shaking off the turmoil racing around in his mind, he opened a drawer in the tall cupboard against the wall, studied the contents, and removed two dildos, one slightly thicker than the other. Picking up a tube of lubricant, he crossed back to Risa.
“How are your nipples, girl? And your clit. Can you feel the pressure from the clothespins?”
“Yes, Master.” She swiped her tongue across her lower lip. “Thank you for fastening them on me.”
Better and better. He swallowed a smile. “Very good.”
Standing behind her, he spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand, pressed the tip of the tube to her anus and gently squeezed. When he was satisfied he’d applied a sufficient amount, he shifted the tube to one hand and slowly inserted two fingers of the other into her hole. She was hot and tight, her muscles clenching around him. He added a third finger, stretching her tissues until he was sure he’d prepared her properly. Then, without giving her any warning, he took the thickest of the dildos and pressed it inside her with a steady stroke.
“Ahhhhhhhh.”
The sound came from deep within her, and her entire body tightened.
“Easy,” he crooned. “We’re only halfway there.”
Standing in front of her again, he took a moment to admire her locked into a completely helpless position, the clothespins on her nipples and clit only adding to her discomfort. Yet there was no mistaking the pleasure on her face.
“One more little toy,” he told her. “Open your mouth, girl. I’m going to pretend this is my cock in there, because my real cock will be busy elsewhere.”
She obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could, and Jax slid the dildo onto her tongue and into her mouth as far as he could. With her head immobilized, there was limited maneuverability, but she managed to take a good bit of it. Only then did he step back and remove his leather pants, easing them over his thick, swollen cock.
He was gratified to see her eyes widen in both amazement and approval but took only a moment to enjoy it. Carefully, he unlocked her from the pillory, head first then her hands, and finally her breasts. She would need good aftercare, but now wasn’t the moment to think about that. The discomfort from being locked into position for so long would only increase her arousal.
Taking care not to dislodge either of the dildos, he arranged Risa on the floor so she was balanced on her hands and knees and knelt behind her.
“Arms crossed in front of you,” he commanded,” and head resting on them. Now, girl.”
He took a moment to study her in this vulnerable position. He was doing his best to keep his barriers in place, to remind himself that this was one night and he’d walk away at the end of it. By choice. Nothing good could come of taking this situation to a level beyond the boundaries of the room and their sessions. But looking at her made his heart twist. Made him want things he’d sworn never to reach for. And once he penetrated her with his shaft, the ultimate bonding, he’d be working damned hard to keep that vow in place.
Just remember. Once and done and you don’t get burned.
As soon as she positioned herself, Jax rolled on a condom and drove into her with one hard thrust. She was so liquid the glide was an easy one, but once inside her he had to stop and catch his breath. To him, all these years, a pussy was just a pussy. As many subs as he’d fucked he’d achieved varying degrees of physical satisfaction. But this? This was an entirely new experience. If he didn’t think he was losing his mind, he’d say it was as much emotional as it was physical.
If he was given to fancy words and phrases, he’d say having his cock in Risa’s cunt was an almost mystical experience. How the hell had this happened?
Forget it, asshole. Been there done that, got the bruises to prove it, right?
Not right, but right now, every nerve in his body was focused on his cock and the woman it was buried in. Bending over her so he could reach her breasts and squeeze them, adding to the pressure of the clothespins, he pumped in and out of her tight muscles, back and forth, and she matched his rhythm. The dildo in her ass made it such a tight fit, her flesh scraping against his with every stroke. His balls tightened, and his release came roaring up from deep inside him.
“Now,” he shouted hoarsely. “Come now, girl.”
She bore down on him, tightening like a steel fist, squeezing as her body shuddered again and again. Reaching between her thighs, he tugged on the clothespin on her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she collapsed forward, his cock still inside her, clothespins still attached, dildo still in her ass.
He softly smoothed his hands over her until the last of her aftershocks subsided. Then he carefully withdrew and set about removing all the toys. He rose, disposed of the condom, then lifted Risa in his arms and carried her to a padded table covered with a soft cotton cloth.
“Rest easy now,” he crooned in a low voice. “Let me take care of you.”
He rubbed and massaged all her muscles, especially the ones strained from her position in the pillory. Then he bathed her with a warm cloth and finally applied soothing ointments, being extra liberal on her reddened ass. Aftercare had always been important to him. He despised Doms who used their subs, causing them pain, then left them to their own devices to tend to their aching skin and muscles. He felt it both a responsibility and an obligation and always made it part of the scene.
“You’ll have some problems sitting this week,” he told her with a rueful grin.
She smiled, and something turned over inside him.
“It was worth it. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. I can’t promise I’ll answer it.”
“It doesn’t require an answer, just an action. Would you kiss me? Sort of like you did before?”
Would he? Jax ground his teeth. He was afraid if he did that, he’d lose the barrier he’d tried so had to keep between them tonight. But lord knew he wanted to in the worst way.
“I know kissing usually isn’t a part of this, but could I have just one? I want to taste your mouth again.”
What the hell? Maybe it would help get her out of his mind after tonight.
He should have just bent down and kissed her where she lay on the table. But idiot that he was, he picked her up in his arms, carried her to the big leather chair in one corner, and sat down with her on his lap. Threading his fingers through her hair and clasping her head, he lowered his mouth to hers, ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and when she opened for him, he thrust inside.
Holy Sweet Jesus!
She was every good thing he’d ever tasted in his life. Alarm bells were clanging in his head, but they were drowned out by the thudding of his heart. Her small tongue danced with his, playing with his. Heat surged through him, a funny feeling swirled in his stomach, and he never wanted to let her go.
So now what?
****
Risa had to hold on tight to Master J to keep from falling off his lap. Her head was swimming, and every nerve in her body was doing a happy dance. She’d thought the kiss would be…nice. Hot. A reminder of tonight and maybe something to entice him to play again.
But holy shit!
His lips were warm and firm, his tongue like a flame in her mouth, a surge of heat that raced straight to her nipples and her pussy. And worst of all, to her heart.
No, no, no! Don’t be stupid. Not again.
But her brain seemed to have dropped into cold storage. She wanted this man and not just for this moment.
When they broke the kiss, breathless, they stared at each other. She saw the same stunned expression on his face that she was sure mirrored her own. For a very long moment, they just stared at each other.
“Well,” she said at last.
“Well, indeed.” His gaze was still locked with hers.
Then they spoke at the same time.
“I don’t want you to think—”
“I need to explain—”
Risa touched her fingertips to his mouth. “Me, first. Whatever this is turning out to be, it’s on me, and I don’t expect a thing from you.”
He gave a hoarse laugh. “Funny, I was just about to say the same thing.”
Again they stared at each other.
Risa cleared her throat. “I haven’t had a lot of luck taking things outside the playroom.”
“Neither have I.” He feathered a brief kiss over her lips. “Maybe we should try this one more time and see what happens.”
“I—I’d like that.”
His gaze was still glued to her face. “How about my booking a room for an overnight. We can see where it goes from there.”
“An overnight with the Night Wrangler?” She smiled. “I’d like that, Master J.”
“Actually, it’s Jax. Jax Schroyer. And I really am a wrangler on a ranch. My own.”
“I think Night Wrangler suits you better than Master J.” She blew out a soft breath. “Nice to meet you, Jax Schroyer.”
“Same goes, Risa Channing. The same definitely goes.”