And that, of course, was a big part of her
problem. The physical connection alone was so strong as to be almost visible, a
steel band she found it impossible to break.
“Nice workout, Trish.” Glancing sideways, she saw
him place a kiss on his niece’s forehead.
“Thanks, Uncle Alex.” Her enthusiasm was
unmistakable. “Liz says we’re naturals, Jester and me.”
“I believe she’s right, squirt. She’s got very
good instincts.”
“I’m almost done,” she told him. “Just a few more
minutes.”
“Take your time. Do what needs doing.”
Liz continued brushing her horse with long smooth
strokes, her entire body on full alert. She waited to see if he’d move closer
to her, but instead, he dropped onto an upturned barrel, stretching his long
legs out in front of him.
“Trish, I can finish Jester,” she told the young
girl. “Go on ahead.”
“I’m almost done. And Uncle Alex doesn’t mind
waiting.” She giggled. “He told me on the way over here there’s lots of nice
things to look at.”
Did he now? Exactly what do
you mean, Alex?
“Well, it looks like Jester’s finished so Uncle
Alex won’t have to find things to look at any longer.” Liz moved over to unclip
Jester’s bridle from the ropes holding her in place. “I’ll take her to her
stall. You did really well, Trish. I’ll see you Saturday.”
“Okay. Thanks, Liz.” Trish hugged her tightly. “You’re
the best.”
“I second that.” Alex had risen and was standing
right next to her, his hands on Trish’s shoulders, his eyes hot and dark as the
ocean. Then he pulled Trish’s long braid. “Come on, squirt. Let’s go so Liz can
finish up here. She’s got an important appointment tonight.”
Tonight! Heat flashed over her. Rawhide. Nine o’clock.
One of their regular nights.
For a quicksilver moment, she was tempted to
cancel, but she faced the truth that she wanted the session more than she
wanted to duck out on him. God, she was a mess. A total mess.
She managed a casual smile and a wave as the tall
man and the young girl headed out to the parking area. Then she walked Jester
back to her stall.
“I should have my head examined, right, girl?”
She stroked the mare’s forehead. “What do you think I should do?”
Jester snorted and bobbed her head.
Liz laughed. “Right. I couldn’t have said it
better myself.”
****
Rawhide was unusually crowded for a Wednesday
night but Liz spotted Alex at once. He was leaning against a wall in the
lounge, talking to another man, tall and heavily muscled. Liz recognized him as
one of the dungeon masters.
Alex spotted her immediately and broke off his
conversation.
“I was taking bets with myself whether you’d
actually show tonight.” He slid his hand beneath her hair and rubbed the nape
of her neck. His gaze raked over her. “You look good enough to eat. And that’s
exactly what I plan to do.”
As he talked he walked her down the corridor. He
pulled a key card from his pocket, swiped it in the lock, and opened the door
to the room they always used. As usual, their regular toys were meticulously
laid out and the lighting subdued except for the spotlight directly over the
spanking bench and one above several sets of manacles hung from the ceiling on
different lengths of chains.
The moment the door closed, the atmosphere
changed. Gone was the relaxed, casual male who’d greeted her. In his place was
the ultimate Dom, her Master, confident and in control. Moisture dripped from
her pussy onto her thighs and her stomach clenched in anticipation. She stood
in the usual position, head bowed, awaiting his instructions.
“Strip.” His voice was hot, the one word slicing
the air like a knife through butter.
Liz blinked. Okay. Tonight he was getting right
to it.
Alex watched her unbutton the embroidered vest
she wore and drop it to the floor beside her. Next came the short denim skirt.
No panties or bra. Just as he’d ordered.
“Leave those heels on.”
The stilettos were his favorite. Something
clenched inside him as he realized she’d probably deliberately chosen them. His
gaze traveled over her nakedness inch by inch, the sight of it so arousing he
hoped he’d be able to keep himself in check. This woman had branded him in some
way, made all other females pale by comparison. Made him constantly hungry for
her.
He, Alex Wright, the Dom that other men envied
for his emotional detachment. Well, there was nothing detached about the way he
felt toward Elizabeth Gillibrand.
“Very good. You please me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I want to please you a lot
more, but oh, don’t ask me anything else. Don’t let this change.
Alex reached for her nipples, pinching them and
rolling them until they were pebbled and swollen. Then he lifted a set of
nipple clamps from the table and carefully fastened each one in place, a
connecting chain swinging between them.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, dragging a fingernail
across each hard bud. “Now. On the spanking bench. Immediately.”
Liz moved to the padded bench and lay on it face
down, careful to place her breasts into the openings made for them. She
stretched out her arms and legs and waited with an edge of burning expectancy
as Alex locked fleece-lined cuffs, first around her wrists and then around her
ankles. His warm palm traveled the length of her body from her neck to her
ankles, slowly caressing every inch of her flesh. Gooseflesh rose in its wake,
evidence of the growing need inside her.
Alex trailed his fingers through the crevice
between the cheeks of her ass, the tip of one finger just tracing the puckered
opening.
“I love your ass, Elizabeth. I get hot just
looking at it.” He came to stand in front of her so his crotch was directly in
line with her face. There was no mistaking the bulge pressing against the
fabric. His cock was definitely swollen. A lot.
She licked her lips and he laughed. “You’d like
my cock in your mouth, wouldn’t you? And I want the same thing. But not yet.”
He walked around her, his hand mapping the curves
of her body again. She could tell when he moved away, towards the table that
held the toys. Then he was back and she felt the coolness of gel against her
anus, followed by the intrusion of his finger into that dark tunnel. She sucked
in her breath as electricity crackled through her, straight to her nipples and
pussy and jolting the blood racing in her veins.
A second finger joined the first, massaging the
lube into her tissues. She bit her lip when he withdrew, needing that feeling
inside her. But in another moment, the familiar pressure of the plug pushed
against her opening. Push, push, push. The tissues stretched and expanded to
accommodate the object. Then it was all the way inside, and another gush of
fluid seeped from her pussy.
Alex trailed his hand between her thighs, finding
her wetness. His laugh was totally erotic.
“Just the way I like you. Soaking wet. Ready to
begin?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Please, please, please.
She was already in subspace, craving the act of
discipline that would arouse her to an intense level of hunger. She didn’t have
long to wait. Seconds later, she felt the familiar strips of the suede flogger
travel over her skin, the backs of her thighs, her ass, even her shoulders.
“You have no idea how it excites me to see the
kiss of the flogger on your flesh, Elizabeth. When have received the require
number of strokes I’ll let you see just how much. But flogging first. Always.
Just so we remember who’s in charge. Right?”
“Right, Sir. Yes.”
Get on with it, get on with
it, get on with it.
Liz worked to hold herself still while Alex moved
the flogger slowly over her again. When she felt the first satisfying lash, she
had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.
“Ten strokes,” he reminded her. “Just like
always.”
Again, the leather fell, slapping the backs of
her thighs, her calves, her upper back, and finally on her ass. Her skin burned
with the heat of it, a heat that flashed through her entire body. Her clit was
so swollen and needy, she wanted to beg for relief, but that, of course, was
the point. When he reached the count of ten, she almost wanted to pleased with
him to continue.
“Only ten,” he reminded her, as if reading her
mind. “But we’re far from finished.” More movement, then he was back in front
of her, the padded paddle in his hand. “And ten with this, my lovely sub. Are
you ready?”
She nodded.
“Good. Very good.”
Thwack!
Liz jumped as the leather-covered wood landed on
her thighs. Once, Twice. Then on each globe of her buttocks. Alex was always
careful not to strike the plug directly but it didn’t matter. Her ass was so
alive with fire she felt every inch of the toy lodged inside her.
Seven? Eight?
She had lost track, tumbling through subspace, so
aroused her orgasm was already gathering deep inside her.
“Don’t come, Elizabeth,” Alex warned, knowing her
body so well. “If you come without my permission you’ll have to be punished
again.”
Yes. No.
She couldn’t even make up her mind what she
wanted more.
“Ten.” The last stroke fell with additional
force.
Then Liz felt his lips brush her burning ass,
kissing the marks she knew were there. The sensations it caused were so intense
she tried to lift herself up to him, but she was locked into place, stretched
out. Barely able to move.
She heard the whisper of fabric, a clunk, another
one. Hands cupped her cheeks, and when she opened her eyes, she was staring
directly at Alex’s thick, hard cock.
“Open,” he said, his thumbs at the corners of her
lips.
She opened her mouth wide enough for him to slide
his shaft inside. In this position, she could only take him so deep, but she
loved the slide of him along her tongue, the taste of his flesh, the thickness
of the little bead of fluid that seeped from the slit.
Alex held her head firmly in place as he fucked
her mouth with a slow in and out movement, back and forth, and all the while,
she worked to tamp down the climax that wanted to break free.
She was both bereft and relieved when Alex pulled
away from her. In the next moment, he was unfastening the manacles and helping
her off the spanking bench. He guided her to the bed and urged her onto it.
“Knees,” he ordered.
She obediently dropped to her hands and knees,
quivering with the eagerness of what was coming next. Pillows slid beneath her
to prop her in place. Foil crinkled, then he was kneeling behind her and his
latex coated shaft was probing at the entrance to her cunt. Hands gripped her
hot buttocks, pinching the places she knew were striped as Alex pushed steadily
into her wet tunnel. Between the plug and his cock she was incredibly full,
incredibly stretched. And her clit begged for attention.
Alex leaned forward and licked her spine. “I know
you want me to touch that hot little button, but I think this time I’ll make
you do it. Touch yourself, Elizabeth. Stroke your clit. Now. Do it.”
She slipped one hand past the pillows between her
thighs and found the throbbing nub. With a sigh of relief, she rubbed it with
two fingers, stroking, stroking, as Alex began to fuck her harder and harder.
He worked one hand beneath her to grab the chain linking the nipple clamps,
pulling on it with each thrust of his shaft. More, more, more. Harder, harder,
harder.
“Not yet,” he warned. “I’ll tell you when.”
Liz had to grit her teeth to hold back, but Alex
was in control here. At exactly the moment, she was sure she wouldn’t be able
to hold off anymore, he shouted, “Now!”
Yanking harder on the chain, he drove into her,
his hand tightening on her hips, his body stiffening. Liz exploded as he poured
his release into her, every muscle and nerve in her body dancing, clenching,
spasming, while the walls of her pussy milked his cock.
At last, he released the chain and fell forward
on her, catching his weight on his hands. They stayed there in that position,
slick skin glued to slick skin, lungs dragging for air, hearts thundering, for
what seemed forever to Liz. Finally Alex withdrew from her body and stood. She
heard him move around to dispose of the condom, then felt his hands at her ass,
removing the plug. And finally he helped her off the bed and onto her feet. He
removed the nipple clamps with practiced care, laving each bud with his tongue
as pain shot through them.
He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Very good.
Very, very good.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she breathed.
“The thanks are all mine.” He brushed a soft kiss
over her lips. “Dress now.”
They dressed in silence, Liz’s mind spinning with
thoughts she could hardly grab onto. She was positive Alex would bring up
dinner again. He wasn’t a man to let things go by the wayside. Should she tell
him now? Stop seeing him? Pretend nothing existed except the two of them at
Rawhide.