Nobody's Hero (28 page)

She screamed again. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop!
Please, Sir!”

When he took her swollen clit between his
lips and sucked, she let out the loudest, shrillest scream yet.
Dear God. Could the neighbors hear?
Who cares?
“Ohhhh!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit, please don’t stop!” Her shoulders and hips
bucked in alternating rhythm as she catapulted through the air then
came shattering to earth again.

She gasped, sucking air into her lungs,
panting like a dog on a sweltering day in the desert.

Adam turned off the two vibrators. “Karla,
did you come?”

Was he blind and deaf? “Oh, yessss, Sir. I
did.”

“Isn’t there something I told you to do?”

Do? “Come three times?”

“And?”

She gasped for much-needed oxygen.
Oh!
Count!
“That was one, Sir.”

“Very good, kitten. Are you ready for the
next?”

“Not yet, Sir. I still need to catch my
breath.”

He turned on the anal plug first, then
quickly followed with the vaginal one. The pain in her clit was
excruciating. “I can’t yet, Sir! It’s too sensitive.”

Without saying a word, his tongue flicked
against her hard, hyper-sensitive clit. “Owww! Please, Sir. Not
yet! It hurts.”

He ignored her and when his teeth clamped
onto her clit, her torso started to rise off the bed until the
nipple nooses tightened and pulled and the pain there became
excruciating, too. She couldn’t reach out to push him off her.
Tears wet her eyes and face. “Please, Sir. I can’t take any
more!”

His hand reached up and pulled one of the
ropes attached to her nipple. Following the rope downward, he
flicked her erect, sensitive nipple still suffering from being
strung up, and then his thumb and finger rolled the tender peak.
Oh dear Lord!
The orgasm began to build again, only she
didn’t want this one. She tried so hard to evade this assault on
her tender flesh, but there was nowhere to go. She reached the
precipice and just hung there. As hard as she tried to will herself
to tumble over the cliff, release wouldn’t come. She groaned, “I
can’t, Sir. Please stop!”

His hand pressed against the object in her
anus and her hips bucked, pressing her clit against his teeth and
lips. He turned up the speed of the anal vibrator and she hurtled
over at last. “I’m coming! Oh, my God! No. Yes!” She bucked against
him for an eternity, then collapsed on the bed like a puppet whose
strings had been cut.

“Thank God it’s over.” She didn’t feel the
euphoria she’d felt before, though. This was painful. Torture. Oh,
God. Now she knew what he meant. She would never disobey him again
if only he would promise never do this to her again. How could he
ruin such a good thing as an orgasm by making it punishment?

He turned off the two devices inside her.
“Karla.”

Oh, shit
. “Two, Sir.”
Jesus
.
That meant there was still another one to go. She’d never survive
another one. Her skin became chilled where sweat had broken out and
cooled, sending a shudder through her body. Her blindfold was wet
against her face, from a mixture of tears and sweat.

She dreaded the build-up beginning again. How
could she possibly be ready to come again? She never wanted to come
again—ever. Getting over that crest a third time would be
impossible.

Then the vibrators began again, one right
after the other, and she whimpered.
Nooooo. I can’t do this,
Sir
. She groaned.

Master Adam pinched her nipples, tongued her
clit, pressed hard against the anal vibrator moving it to hit
different places in her asshole. She tried to ride the crest again,
but as hard as she tried, no sooner did she near the peak than her
mind intruded and she could go no further. Frustrated, she released
a sob. “I can’t, Sir. Please. Can’t you spank me or something
instead?” She hated sounding so whiny.

“That’s enough, kitten.”

Apparently, he hated it, too. Now he was
disappointed in her because she couldn’t come on command three
times in rapid succession. Her chin quavered and she bit her lip to
keep it from showing. She felt pressure against the vibrator in her
vagina and its speed increased, jump starting her clit. The anal
vibrator increased in speed, too—how many speeds did it have?

“Ready to free your tits, kitten?”

How could he think of that while her pelvic
area was vibrating out of control? She shook her head frantically.
“No, Sir. I like them tied, thank you.”

He chuckled. She remembered when he’d
released her from the clamps before. Leaving the vibrators doing
their thing, he stood and came nearer, reaching down and cupping
her left tit. She hissed a breath in and held it, tense and
waiting. He lifted her tit and loosened the tautness of the string
and began loosening the slipknot.

“Oh, dear Lord!” She screamed and fought the
restraints as blood rush back into her nipple. He bent over and
sucked the tortured nipple into his mouth, providing
counter-pressure and sucking motions to help ease the circulation
back into the peak. “Oh, God. Stop! Oh, please, stop! It hurts,
Sir.”

She heard a click and the squishy thing on
her clit came to life. Her hip bounced in the air, straining the
cuffs on her ankles. She half-sobbed, half-laughed with the polar
extremes in what her body was feeling, then he reached for the
other nipple. Her smile faded immediately.

“Deep breath, kitten. Now.”

He moved the string and extreme pain blasted
her nipple. Between the pain in her nipples and the vibrations
pulsing through her vagina and anus, she was at the edge, ready to
come. Again, it was elusive. She couldn’t get there. He massaged
her nipple with his fingers, letting the blood back in more slowly
this time. He flattened his tongue against her hard nipple and
licked her until her whimpers ceased.

Then she felt him press something soft and
squishy against her clit.

“Hang on, kitten. Here it comes.”

No! She wasn’t going to come this time. Why
didn’t he give up on her?

Suddenly, the squishy thing began to vibrate
directly against her clit and Karla bit down on her lip, tasting
iron, not even realizing her teeth were there. “Ohhhh, Ggggggod!”
The intensity of the vibrations shot tremors through her body and
she went straight to the crest and hovered there only a few
seconds, her entire pelvis a mass of quivering flesh. Pain.
Pleasure. She didn’t want to come again. No! Yes, she did! She
needed the release. Torture! “Stop! Oh, please don’t stop! I’m
coming!” The relief of tumbling over at last was dampened by the
intense pain she felt on her overused clit. Then the pressure built
to a crescendo and spread throughout her. “Oh, God! I’m coming!
Shit! Don’t stop! Three, three, three!”

Master Adam laughed. “That’s it, baby tiger.
Ride the wave. Ride it for all it’s worth.”

She was his baby tiger. A giggle erupted,
bordering on hysteria.

The euphoria plummeted like an out-of-control
roller coast and a sob tore from deep inside. Her body began to
shake from head to toe and tears filled her eyes, further dampening
the blindfold. Were the vibrators still on or was it just her body
vibrating like that? Another sensory overload consumed her and she
plummeted down to the depths of hell.

“Adam! Turn them off! No more! Please! You
promised only three!”

“Aw, fuck. Not again.”

Adam had never had a submissive drop this
fast on him before. Her last subdrop had been emotional, but this
had to be primarily physical.

“Hang on, baby. I’ll have you in my arms in a
minute.”

Karla’s intense reactions—both positive and
negative ones—to their scenes must be her body and mind’s response
to all that had happened recently. She’d been through a lot. Or did
she just everything at a more intense level than anyone he’d been
with before?

He turned off and removed the vibrators and
tossed them into the wastebasket until he could clean them later.
He unhooked the ankle cuffs, releasing her shaking legs and
lowering them to the mattress.

“Ackkkk!” Her anguished scream tore at his
gut.

“I can’t stop shaking.”

“I know, baby. It’s temporary.” He reached
into the bowl of bite-sized, dark-chocolate bars on the nightstand
and unwrapped the foil. He brought it to her lips. “Open your
mouth, kitten.” Her jaw remained clenched as her body was wracked
with shivers. “Karla. Open. Now.” She fought hard and managed to
open enough for him to slip the chocolate inside her mouth. He
patted her under the chin. “Good girl. Suck on that, hon. It’ll
help, too. You’ll be okay after we have some special time with me
holding you awhile.”

He went to the other side of the bed and
released her right thigh. The intensity of her orgasms—all four of
them—must have overwhelmed her. He didn’t know if she was into
pleasuring herself, but she was new to coming with someone else
controlling her orgasms, especially when the last few were forced
on her.

“Oh, God! Make it stop!”

“I’m sorry, baby. It’ll be better in a
minute. Slow deep breaths. I’m going to have you out of these
restraints in no time. Promise.” He quickly released her left
wrist, then her right and removed the cuffs.

She moaned, biting her lower lip to keep from
crying out, then lowering her shaking hands to her abdomen where
she clutched them together. “That’s my brave girl.”

She smiled up at him through her quivering
lips and he felt something melt deep inside him. So willing to
please. So trusting. So giving. After the collar had been removed,
he wrapped the comforter around her and scooped her into his arms.
“I have you, kitten.” He lifted her off the bed.

“I’m t-t-too heavy!”

“Good lord, woman. You hardly weigh anything.
You need to eat more.” He’d see to that—starting tomorrow.

“But your b-b-back!”

“My back is fine. I’m all healed up.” He
carried her back to his room and sat in the glider chair, Karla
curled in his lap against his chest. She shook to her core. “Shhhh.
You’re going to be okay.” He stroked her hair, gently setting the
chair in motion with his foot.

Her hand reached up to clutch the front of
his vest. “Hold me, Adam.”

“I have you, kitten.” He held her tighter
against his body, hoping to infuse some body heat into her. Despite
the fireplace in the other bedroom, her temperature had dropped
like a rock. She was too thin for one thing.

“Next time, remember to tell me if you feel
tingling.”

“I didn’t notice until the end, but I just
thought it was n-n-normal. I haven’t been chained to a b-b-bed
before, Sir.”

Damn. Was he going to get anything right with
her? First the Master/slave fiasco, now he couldn’t even make sure
he’d cuffed her to the bed comfortably. It had been a long time
since he’d been with Joni. With Grant, well they’d usually just
hooked up when he needed sex; both of them had only been interested
in a quick fuck. Never in here, though. Karla was the first.

“I’m sorry, S-S-Sir.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You did
everything perfectly, baby.”

“I c-c-couldn’t c-c-come that last time.”

“But you did. They get harder and harder to
reach each time. That’s why it’s called torture. But you came for
me. Your Dom is very pleased with how well you’ve done in such a
short time.”

A sob tore from her throat that nearly broke
his heart. “I want to be good for you. I promise, I won’t say no to
you ever again.”

He held her closer, laying his chin on the
top of her head. Her body grew heavier and she gave in to sleep. He
grinned, doubting Karla would be able to keep that promise.
Secretly, he hoped she couldn’t. One of the things he loved most
about her was that she could tell him no and be her own person.
Once she bounced back from the Master/slave fiasco, he had no doubt
she’d be back to her old self again.

Adam sure hoped so. He’d miss the feisty brat
he’d come to love.

Love?

No.

Enjoy. Appreciate. Cherish.

Not love.

* * *

Karla waited for the club’s most popular
Domme to finish pouring a green martini for a club member. The
woman often filled in as bartender at the club and worked as hard
as any of the co-owners. Her tall, muscular build made it clear she
could take care of herself in any situation. There was a hard edge
to her that made most men defer to her strength and control.

I’m not going to kowtow to you, though, even
if I am Adam’s sub at the moment.

Damián had told Karla the blonde Marine who
had served under Adam in Iraq had shown up at the club about six
months before Karla. She’d wasted no time getting close to Adam.
Well, Karla had to admit Grant also was good friends with Damián
and Marc, who had served in her unit. But she had a special
“friends with benefits” relationship with Adam that Karla didn’t
really want to think about.

“Mistress Grant, do you have a minute?” In
the club, she had to show respect, but that didn’t mean she would
bow to her.

“Sure, Karla.” She smiled as she wiped down
the bar. “What can I get you?”

“Nothing. Well, nothing to drink. I’m sorry
to bother you, but I need to talk with you about Master Adam.”

The smile left Grant’s face. “What about
him?”

Karla could almost feel the hackles go up in
the woman, reminding her of the costume night earlier this month in
the club when Mistress Grant came dressed as Cat Woman with a
malesub Robin kneeling at her feet and licking her over-the-knee
stiletto boots. She’d seemed totally bored, though. No spark. No
sexual chemistry, like what sizzled between her and Master Adam
during their demonstrations.

Maybe trying to have this conversation in
between music sets wasn’t a good idea.