His Every Touch [The Complete Series] (7 page)

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It didn't matter if she chose the cane or the belt,
he was going to think of a reason to use the cane. He wanted to see her writhe,
see if she'd break. He normally had more patience, but his pants were damp and
clammy, irritating his re-growing erection, and it was all her fault.
“Whatever will please you, Sir.”
What the fuck had made her say that? Vance was
momentarily taken aback. It didn't take him long to regain his external
composure, but his mind was spinning. He tried not to acknowledge the elation
that wanted to well up inside him. She wanted to please him. That thought alone
was enough to make him change his mind. He put down the cane and reached for
his belt buckle. After all, leather had its advantages too.
He watched her as he spoke, her face an open book. He
was going to be wearing this belt a lot after tonight and an idea formed in his
mind. He watched her walk to the couch and position herself exactly as he'd
asked. Anyone with experience in this area would be nervous having their legs
parted while waiting for a lashing of any kind. Courtney's naivety turned him
on all the more. Anticipation bubbled inside of him as he delivered the first
four. He'd been watching her juices trickle down her thighs from the moment
she'd stood and now he wanted his belt wet. Every time he touched it, he would
remember this moment, would remember how hard he was. The scent of leather
would forever be linked in his mind with hers.
“Brace yourself.”
He gave her the warning but no time to process. He
wanted a pure, unadulterated reaction. Over the years, he'd perfected his
underhand swing. Hard enough to hurt, but not so hard the pain didn't trigger
an orgasm. Enough to make her feel it for a day, but not so much that she was
damaged. Her wail made his stomach tighten, but it was the fact that she still
called out the last number that nearly did him in for the second time that day.
When he crouched beside her, it took all of his
self-control not to unzip and shove his cock between her tear-coated lips. This
wasn't the time or place. Now, he had to complete the lesson. He suppressed a
smile when she confessed that she'd lost count of her orgasms. It hadn't been
defiance or forgetfulness. She'd just gotten lost in the moment.
Understandable. But still, she'd lied and, technically, disobeyed. He stood. It
was time to give her a true taste of what it meant to be a submissive. Spanking
and whipping were just two very small ways to mete out punishment.
The door at the end of the hallway was as nondescript
as the rest. He took a key from a nearby hook. The door wasn't locked to
prevent theft or make it difficult to get into. Vance just didn't want a guest
wandering down into the basement looking for a bathroom or out of curiosity.
Legal and accepted were two different things. He didn't exactly hide his
preferences, but he didn't want them advertised either.
He heard Courtney's intake of breath as they reached
the point in the stairs where she could see the entirety of the room. He paused
at the bottom of the steps, giving her a moment to take it all in.
It had taken Vance several years to get everything
exactly how he wanted it. At the center of the room stood a large four poster
bed and a cushioned bench at its foot. Rich crimson silk was in direct contrast
with the rest of the house's décor. Two full-sized antique wardrobes and three
trunks lined one wall. A large wooden ‘X’ stood against the other. The far wall
had been covered by hooks, from each of which hung a different item. Ropes and
chains of varying sizes. Handcuffs, a few metal and at least one set lined with
black fuzz. Leather straps of differing widths. Studded collars. A spreader
bar. Floggers and canes of myriad lengths.
Vance glanced over his shoulder at Courtney,
amusement playing over his lips as she worked to conceal the shock on her face.
He could only imagine her reaction if she saw what lay in each of the trunks.
The wardrobes just held clothes. Granted, nothing that could be worn in public,
but they were clothes nonetheless. The trunks, however, contained toys. Ball
gags, strap-ons, dildos, nipple clamps, ass plugs...he had quite a collection.
And he intended to use a couple tonight.
Courtney shivered and he saw that her eyes were fixed
on the far wall. A need to reassure her swept over him and he found himself
doing just that. “We're done with that form of discipline for the time being.”
He forced his voice to lower, become more about lust and less about compassion.
“There's a whole new world of punishment I'm going to introduce you to
tonight.”
He watched her swallow hard and wondered if she would
finally cry 'mercy.' So far, she'd taken everything he'd given, but each time
he brought out something new, a part of him fully expected it to be the last
straw, the one thing that she would refuse and then the game would be over.
“Go lie on the bed. You may choose if you like on
your stomach or on your back, but once you've chosen, you won't be able to
change your mind.”
She walked ahead of him and he watched her go,
admiring the sway of her hips, the rosy shade of her ass and the stripes across
her back. Judging by the awkwardness of her gait, he was sure her skin was
still sensitive. This was going to be fun.
She stood at the foot of the bed for a moment and he
knew what was going through her head. Which would be worse, lying on her sore
back and ass or not being able to see? When she crawled onto the bed and lay,
face-down, he knew she'd chosen the former.
Probably a good choice. If she started squirming,
it'd hurt less on her stomach. And he fully intended to make her squirm. He
walked over to the wall, feeling her eyes on him. Part of him wanted to tell
her not to worry, but he quashed it almost immediately. He'd already given in
once. She needed to trust him.
He ignored her as he reached for a set of scarves.
Silk always felt wonderful—until it tightened. Most people didn't realize just
how strong the fabric could be. Even though it was just as difficult to get out
of silk as handcuffs, the psychological difference was profound. Silk was
associated with sensuality, metal with captivity.
Courtney's pulse fluttered under his fingers as he
picked up her wrist, but she'd turned her face away and didn't look back. It
didn't take him long to secure her left arm. He gave her a bit of room to bend
and straighten her arm, but not much. When he crossed to the other side, her
eyes were closed, lips parted as whispers of air puffed out. Once he tied her
other arm, he reached up to grab a pillow.
“Up,” he placed a hand on her abdomen, stuffing the
pillow under her hips. Easier access and it would relieve the pressure on her
clit. He wasn't sadistic.
He stroked her leg as he tied the last knot, her
tension radiating through her tight muscles. His fingers wrapped around her
calf, his thumb making small circles on her skin.
“If you can take it, I promise it'll be worth it. If
you can't, use the word.”
She nodded to show her understanding, but didn't
speak.
Vance's hand lingered a moment longer, then he stood
abruptly. He cleared his throat as he walked to the trunks. He needed to focus.
He opened two—no need for gags—and looked over his collection before making his
selections.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, letting his shins
rest on the bench. He still hadn't removed anything other than his jacket and
shoes, and his cock strained against his zipper. His own pleasure would wait.
He stretched out, propping himself up on his elbows. Without a word of warning,
he pressed his lips against her pussy. The touch was almost chaste, but
Courtney jumped as if electrified.
“Easy,” Vance whispered. “We've got a long night.” He
blew lightly on her overheated skin and she made a strangled sound. “And feel
free to be as loud as you want. The basement is soundproof.”
He shifted into a more comfortable position and got
to work.
If the first kiss had been chaste, the second was
anything but. His tongue ran down her slit, delving between her folds to circle
her entrance. Her flesh was salty and hot against his tongue. He'd never
refused to go down on a woman or done a less than thorough job, but it had
never been his favorite thing to do. Something about Courtney changed all of that.
He didn't know if it was her unique, exquisite flavor bursting across his
tastebuds that made him enjoy it or if there was some deeper reason. Whatever
it was, he found himself growing even harder as every pass of his tongue
elicited a mewling sound from her.
He stayed away from her clit, carefully maneuvering
around the swollen nub, close enough to provide pleasant stimulus, but not
close enough to actually touch it. This lesson wasn't about the pleasure that
could be found in pain, but rather the frustration that came from unfulfilled
promise. As soon as he felt the muscles under his hands tense, he stopped,
sliding back up onto his knees.
Courtney made a noise that Vance could only describe
as halfway between a growl and a groan. He wiped his sleeve across his chin.
“You've already had quite a few orgasms today,
haven't you? Even if you can't remember exactly how many.” He kept his voice
low, even, forcing down any of the excitement he was feeling. This was what he
wanted, the rush of power that came with control. “I don't think you need
another one just yet, especially since you were such a bad girl.”
“Shit.” The word was muffled as Courtney pressed her
face into the pillow and he knew she'd figured out just what he intended to do.
“Maybe you'll remember this when I give you specific
instructions.”He looked over the items he'd selected from the trunks. Her clit
was far too sensitive for any direct stimulation just yet so he hadn't brought
a vibrator, only a couple of dildos. After a moment's contemplation, he
selected one. This was one of his favorites to use on his partners after
numerous orgasms. Its flesh-colored plastic was covered with small ridges and
bumps, specifically designed to rub against the walls of the vagina. The more
sensitive the cunt, the more intense the friction.
“Do not come,” Vance ran his fingertips over the
still-warm flesh where his hand had left its mark. “If you do, there will be
consequences.” He let the ominous words hang in the air for several seconds.
“Yes, Sir,” Courtney whispered.
Vance closed his eyes, savoring the unsolicited
words. When he opened his eyes, he settled into a more comfortable position and
ran the tip of the dildo down Courtney's slit. Her entire body shivered at the
touch of the cool plastic. He eased the head into her, just past her entrance,
and paused, waiting until she shifted. Whether she was trying to take it
further in or push it out, he didn't know, but he twisted his wrist, sending
half of the ten inch shaft into her.
Her limbs stiffened and he stopped, not moving,
waiting to see if she'd be able to fight off what her body wanted. “Fuck, fuck,
fuck,” she whispered into the sheets, muscles in her arms straining.
Only when he saw her relaxing did he shove the
remaining five inches forward. Courtney's back arched, a cry escaping. Her head
whipped back and forth, her hands clenching into fists.
“That's it, fight it,” Vance murmured the
encouragement, unsure if she could even hear him. He couldn't take his eyes off
of her. He'd been fantasizing about moments like this for years. Courtney
spread-eagle on his bed, unable to do more than writhe, cunt stretched wide
around a thick shaft. She'd barely stopped moving when he began to move it,
every stroke bringing a new curse.
He worked the phallus in and out of her pussy,
keeping his strokes slow and steady. Each time he felt her nearing a climax, he
would stop. Sometimes he caressed the insides of her quivering thighs while
keeping the entire length sheathed in her cunt. Other times, he would completely
withdraw it, her whimpers of protest making his already hard cock ache with the
need for relief. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, only that he'd denied
her release half a dozen times. When he set the dildo aside, its surface shiny
with her juices, he was nearly ready to bring this to an end.
“You've done so well,” he leaned over her, running
his hands up over her hips and sides, each flinch making the heat inside him
burn even hotter. “We're almost done. Are you ready to be done?”
Courtney took a hitching breath, voice nearly
breaking as she spoke. “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
Fuck. Vance forced himself to think about anything
other than the naked, trembling woman beneath him. He was so close that he had
to sit back and clench his eyes shut until he'd regained control.
Vance picked up a smaller dildo. It was almost as
long as the first, but smoother and thinner. Barely the circumference of his
first two fingers, this particular toy had come out of a different trunk than
the first. This one was from what Vance called the 'ass chest.'
He slid the toy into her pussy with little resistance
and Courtney barely acknowledged its presence. She'd turned her face to the
side and closed her eyes, no longer speaking. Vance moved the dildo a few
times, thoroughly wetting the toy. He removed it, but still no reaction. It
wasn't until he pressed its head against the little puckered hole that
Courtney's eyes flew open. She whimpered, eyes rolling as he pushed forward.
There was less resistance than he had expected. He
paused. “Seems like someone's already loosened this hole. You wouldn't happen
to know anything about that, would you?” When she didn't answer, he reached
down and gave her pubic hair a tug. Her hips jerked.