Joy pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She didn’t release it until he smoothed his thumb over the abused flesh. When she let go of it, he wrapped his hand in her long hair, tugging it to turn her face up before crushing her lips against his. If anyone was going to make those sexy lips puffy, it would be him.
Joy’s knees trembled at the fierce look of possession in Warren’s eyes before he took her mouth in a kiss designed to ratchet her lust up another hundred degrees. The taste of him scattered her senses, making her want to cling to him and wrap herself around him. She’d been with strong males before, but none quite as potent as Warren. Even with her submissive training, it was all she could do to keep from moving against him. Her already sensitive nipples brushed against the light covering of hair on his chest, teasing her, tantalizing her.
When he broke the kiss, she was breathing hard, but so was he. He leaned in, touching his forehead to hers.
“How are you doing, Joy?” he asked her as he released the hair he still had fisted in his hand.
“I’m green, Sir. Very green,” she responded. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop.
“Good. Let’s have a look at your hands for a moment.” He straightened to his full height and looked at her fingers. He reached up and tested their warmth. Satisfied with what he found, he took a step back. “As much as I hate the idea of taking those gorgeous shoes off your feet, I think it best we remove them, but I’ll need my hands to do it.”
Warren brought the crop to her mouth, and she opened wide, then closed her lips around it.
“Such a good sub,” he praised her. He held a vibrator before her eyes. “Now I need you to hold this. Do you think you can do that for me?”
She sized it up. It wasn’t small, but she’d seen much bigger. Plastic. It wouldn’t be too heavy. She gave him a little nod. It was a good thing she’d been doing her Kegels lately.
After her orgasm, the vibrator slid in with ease. When he had it firmly in place, he twisted its base, setting it to vibrate at a slow pace. A small whimper escaped her lips.
“The next time you come tonight, it will be all over my cock. Understood?”
Joy took a steadying breath and nodded again, the crop preventing her from voicing her agreement.
“Good, now, I will lower your arms a bit, and then you will kick off your shoes.”
With a bit of a clinking sound, the hook she hung from came down a few inches, and she was able to bend her elbows a little more. Warren stood back and watched as she shook her foot to dislodge her shoe while still keeping the vibrator deep inside her. Once that one fell, the second one was easier. She toed it off and pushed it away.
“Stunning.” He came back to her, reaching for the base of the vibrator again. He slid it in and out a few times until she was moaning. He turned the base, making the toy vibrate faster. Reaching up, he took the crop from her mouth. “Remember, no coming.”
He trailed the soft leather tip of the crop down her neck and between her breasts. She gasped at the contact, eager for the fiery sting on her skin. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt and nothing else.
The first strike of the crop below her breasts was soft. The snap of the leather was louder than the actual sting, but it brought her attention right where it belonged, solely on Warren. He circled her, allowing the leather to caress her belly, and then her hip before going to her back. Part of her wanted to watch, to see what he would do, where he would go, but not knowing was just as scintillating. He wrapped her hair around his hand and gave a little tug, positioning her the way he wanted her. When the crop teased the skin he’d exposed, she couldn’t help but shiver. He pulled her hair over her left shoulder, leaving her back bare.
The anticipation of the next strike was nearly as good as the actual thing. Heat flared from her upper back, and she gasped, then moaned when he covered the spot with a kiss. She didn’t have to wait long for the third, fourth, or fifth. They came in rapid succession, each one followed by a chaste kiss. The fire of her skin sank deeper, heading down to her throbbing pussy. Each strike had her body sagging a little heavier on her wrists until she felt the small slip of the vibrator still buried inside her. She wouldn’t let it fall. She didn’t know what would happen if it did, but she wouldn’t chance the scene ending by disobeying.
Warren pressed the length of his body against her back. Even through the fabric of his pants, there was no denying the hard length of his cock pressing into her at the base of her spine. He brought his lips to her ear, licking at the shell. “How are you doing, Joy?” he asked.
“Still very green, Sir,” she said. She wanted to press into him, but she forced herself to remain still.
“That’s good because I’m not nearly done,” he said as he stepped back. She only had a second to miss his warmth when fiery heat flared on the skin of her ass as he landed blow after blow on the top of each cheek, then moved down the back of her thighs. When he was done, he ran his palms over the tender flesh, squeezing a little. The effect had her moaning and biting her bottom lip.
“Do you want me to stop, Joy?” he asked.
She stiffened. “No, Sir.”
“Then stop biting your lip. It makes me want to take you down so I can fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He came around, with the crop resting in his palm.
She released her lip immediately. As soon as she did, he swung the crop. Her right hip flared with heat as he landed several quick blows, and then a couple of swats across her lower belly, and down the other side. The pulse in her pussy had her clenching the vibrator hard. Waves of pleasure rushed through her, making it harder and harder to keep the toy in place.
“You’ve been such a good girl. Do you want to come, Joy?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir. Very much,” she responded with a breathy voice. Want to or not, she wouldn’t be able to stop it soon.
“And where are you allowed to come this time?”
Her breaths came quicker. Just thinking about having his cock inside her was enough to bring her right to the edge of the precipice. “On your cock, Sir.”
“That’s right. Only on my cock.” Warren tossed the crop to the side and reached between her legs. His fingers grazed her clit. “So wet, so ready for me.”
Joy moaned again. Her knees shook with the effort it took to keep from shattering, but when he turned up the speed on the vibrator they nearly buckled. The only thing keeping her from coming was the fact that Warren had stepped away from her. Just one more touch, one more caress, and it would be over.
He came back from the table with his scissors and pressed himself to her back. He brought the hand holding the shears up and stroked her cheek with his knuckle. “Do you want me to cut you down now, sub? Do you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered and pressed a little closer. She shouldn’t move, not a muscle, but she needed the contact so much right then that she couldn’t help herself.
With his free hand, he reached down and slid a finger between her folds, stroking her clit with the lightest touch. She moaned and bucked against him.
Joy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the feel of him at her back, and his finger caressing her throbbing clit. She wouldn’t disobey. She wouldn’t come until he was inside her. Her chest heaved with each labored breath she took until the feel of a sharp blade scraped against her breast. Her eyes popped open, and she glanced down. Warren had opened the scissors as wide as they would go and had pressed the cool metal against her skin.
He swayed from side to side behind her, his cock tormenting her. He brought his lips to her neck and nibbled on the tender skin, and for a half second, she was tempted to let him do whatever he wanted, but she couldn’t. Not with a knife, or in this case, scissors.
“Red,” she whispered, then said it more loudly so he would hear. She released the vibrator she’d been holding for so long and winced as it clanged at her feet, leaving a damp trail along her calf as it fell.
“Thank fuck,” Warren growled as he threw the scissors across the floor to land in a corner. In an instant, he was in front of her, lifting her, taking the pressure off her wrists. The hoop he’d created between her wrists came up off the hook as he took her down. In a matter of seconds, he had the rope untied, and her arms fell to her sides. He kissed her, fast and hard, before bringing his hands to her right shoulder.
Joy didn’t say a word. She had called off the scene. What was he doing?
“I needed you to call red there, Joy. If you still want to stop, I will respect that. I will always respect it. Are you willing to negotiate continuing the scene, or shall we stop?” he asked as he massaged her right arm to her wrist, bringing more blood flow back to her limb.
It took a moment, but realization finally dawned on her, he wanted to be able to play with her without the cameras. He’d made her prove she could call a scene. When he finished massaging her other arm, he looked up at her and waited.
***
Warren had never been happier to hear a sub call red in his life. He hadn’t made many mistakes as a Dom, but before he’d gained the experience he needed to be a good one, he had made some. Knowing Joy knew her limits and wasn’t afraid to enforce them gave them both the freedom they would need to continue with their relationship. He had to trust her enough to tell him when things weren’t acceptable, and she had to trust him to stop when she said so. Even if she ended the night there, the scene was a success, but he sure as hell hoped she’d want to keep going. He was so fucking hard right then, his cock was ready to burst.
When her pretty eyes opened wider, and disappointment fled from them, he knew, but he needed her words. Whoever was behind the camera needed them too. He’d been careful not to push her too far, keeping her from going too deep into subspace so she could make the decision with a clear mind.
“I’d like to continue, Sir,” she finally said.
Warren looked up at the camera, waiting with his breath caught in his lungs for several seconds until the red light at its base winked off, signalling management approval. As soon as it did, he crushed her mouth with his, backing her up until she was up against the cool wall. His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then on her hips, pulling her into him. He couldn’t help it. He needed to taste her—to consume her.
Grinding his hips into her, he tore at the button of his pants, and then whipped the zipper down. He needed to get inside her. His cock was so heavy, and his balls so tight. He didn’t know how long he would last, but he’d gotten her ready. “Legs up,” he commanded as he shoved his pants down, and lifted her against him. He thrust his hips, coating his cock with her juices.
“Still green, Joy?” he asked. He had to be sure. If she said no, if there was any confusion, or any doubt, as hard as it would be, he’d stop.
She leaned into him, her quick breaths caressing his neck. “Green, so, so green, Sir,” she said in a husky whisper that sent a jolt straight to his cock.
The moment she said the words, he adjusted his hips and sank all the way home. He couldn’t move for a second. If he did, he’d blow, and it would all be over. And he sure as fuck wasn’t ready for it to be over. He needed to feel her come all around him more than he needed to breathe.
He pulled back and slid in again. Her needy whimper teased his ear, so he pulled back and plunged in faster, harder. The small muscles strangling his cock trembled all around him. She pressed her lips into his shoulder, then scraped her teeth against his skin. He withdrew and slammed in harder, and she moaned again, louder, longer.
“My cock is inside you now, Joy. You can come.” He didn’t wait for her response. He thrust in deeper and harder with every stroke. His balls slapped against her as he drove all the way in over and over. Her grip on his shoulders tightened. Her sighs and moans grew louder and louder. The tightness encasing him clenched and released. She cried out. The sting of her fingernails on his skin only made the throb in his cock deepen. When she finally climaxed, he slammed into her one last time, then fell against her as he came.
Warren stood there, bearing her weight, buried deep inside her, enjoying the feel of having his mate so pliant and satiated in his arms.
A shiver raced across her skin as Joy rested her head against Warren’s shoulder. After he had held her against the wall for several minutes, he set her feet down long enough to pull his pants up and tie them before picking her up and carrying her from the room. Scenes were being played out all around them, and although some people glanced their way, no one seemed to mind her presence.
He took her to a long couch and sat there with her cradled in his arms as a Domme with blonde hair whipped her submissive’s back a short distance away. The man moaned with each lash of his Mistress’s whip.
As much as she wanted to watch, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. After a few moments, a warm blanket was draped over her. As tired as she was, she wouldn’t be rude. She opened her mouth to thank the person who had brought it, but Warren put a finger to her lips. “Thank you, Marshall. I’m certain Joy appreciates it as well.”
Between the heat of his body, and the blanket he’d cocooned her in, she snuggled deep and drifted in the sweet land between sleep and wakefulness. She was aware, yet not. She hadn’t been so relaxed in months, and it was all thanks to her new Dom.