The One Worth Finding (7 page)

“
Another rule, my darling angel,”
she whispered against his lips, “you are not allowed to masturbate.
Release comes from your
Domme or not at all. Are we clear about
that?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She kissed him shortly, sealing the
deal, feeling profound satisfaction when he groped for her lips as
soon as she stepped away.

“
Let’s start,” she said and
unhooked the chain from his cuffs, “your safe word is lemonade,
pet.”

“
Bend over the spanking bench.”
She ordered, and he complied immediately.

The bench was adjusted to give him the
perfect height for his tiny mistress; had she been wearing a
strap-on, she would have been able to fuck him comfortably. She
tied his arms and legs to the bench, spreading him wide. He felt
the cool air on his private parts. He closed his eyes. He hadn’t
been as hot in years.

“
Open your eyes” she said
gently,
squatting down in front of him, and he looked at her, her
beautiful green eyes eliciting this strange sensation of sweet
dizziness again. Her kiss had almost made him cry. He would gladly
let her beat him into a bloody pulp with a bullwhip if she’d just
kiss him again.

She touched his lips with her fingers and
pressed a quick kiss on his mouth before she blindfolded him. He
felt her head against his hair when she wrapped her arms around him
to knot the cloth, and he relaxed into the contact for a second.
Seconds later she was gone, and he bit his lip not to cry out for
her, reminding himself that this was how it was supposed to be, how
he’d always wanted it: the needy sub longing to please his
mistress. There was nothing he wanted more at the moment, and he
would walk to the edge of the world to make sure she’d look at him
with approval in her eyes at the end of the day.

He felt her warm
hands on his butt
and had to muster every ounce of self-control to relax his lower
body completely. Not a chance to do anything about the tension in
his cock, though; he was as hard as a lamp-post and would stay that
way until his mistress granted him release.

She wasn’t talking to him, which
made him nervous, but it heightened the shock
of sweet agony when he felt her
moist, hot lips on his tender opening. It was full of extremely
sensitive nerves that screamed in arousal when she extended her
tongue and licked every small pleasure-point with a pressure that
made him whimper. When she sucked at the skin, he had to
concentrate not to come then and there; the chains rattled when he
grabbed the edges of the upholstered bench until his knuckles were
white. She licked him thoroughly, making him cry out with arousal,
wetting his entrance carefully. She pushed her tongue into the
tight ring of his sphincter, and Aaron had to stifle the scream
that bubbled up in his throat. Nothing had ever felt this good,
when at the same time he was suffering, needing to come so badly he
wanted to beg and weep.

Tara
felt his hunger, and knew she
wouldn’t stop. He was warm and infinitely clean, and she definitely
shouldn’t rim him without protection here in the club, but damn if
she would accept a piece of rubber between them at this moment. His
reactions pleased her tremendously, his skin was so soft and tender
here, feeling like silk beneath her lips. The feeling got stronger
when she pushed her tongue into his opening - baby-soft tissue she
loved to make burn with sensation. He writhed beneath her
ministrations, and she felt delighted with his sheer
responsiveness. What would the strap-on or her fist do to
him…

She forced herself to stop.

“No coming yet, Aaron,” she said,
surprised how calm her voice sounded when she felt anything
but.

She walked
aroun
d him to
take off the blindfold. His tied limbs were shaking, and she put a
quieting hand on his arm for a few seconds. His eyes were glassy
with pleasure and exhaustion when they met hers. She leaned down
and kissed him softly.

“You did well, pet,” she whispered
into his ear, “and you taste delicious. Your mistress is
extraordinarily pleased.”

She saw his face blossoming into sheer
delight and stepped back behind him.

“
I’ll use my fingers to get you
off now,” she stated, “you are allowed to come at any moment, pet.
How long is your
recovery period under normal circumstances?”

“
Not that long, Ma’am,” He
replied hoarsely. “Roughly ten minutes when I’m very aroused,
which… shouldn’t present a problem right now.”

“
Your arousal pleases me, little
one,” she chuckled
. “I like you hot and bothered. I want you to attempt to
stay hard while you’re with me. And when I allow you release, I
want you to get erect again as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She smiled at his back, and there was just
so much in her heart at that very moment, she had to swallow to
control the onslaught of emotions. His skin glowed golden in the
half-darkness of her dungeon, and she was awed by his sheer,
perfect beauty, a beauty that seemed to be far more than met the
eye. She’d never encountered someone like him, and she almost felt
the whiff of fate like the flapping of invisible wings. She closed
her eyes and forced herself to stay in the moment.

She went to the
sink in the corner
and washed her hands thoroughly, using disinfectant afterwards and
a cold cream to make her skin smooth and soft. She stepped back to
the spanking bench and positioned herself between his spread legs.
His breathing got faster, and Tara felt a rush of pure
unadulterated bliss. How long had it been since she’d been so
happy, so in sync with herself? She inhaled the atmosphere, the
sweet tension, the lust, and brought her fingers to his opening.
His whole body jerked, rattling the chains, and she chuckled
softly. She squirted a generous amount of lube onto her fingers,
spreading the cool stuff on his puckered entrance.

“You can come now, little sub,” she
said fondly, and pressed a finger inside him.

Aaron moaned deep in his chest, his
body arching with pleasure. He pressed back against her hand and
almost wept with gratitude when she inserted the second
finger.

She pushed both fingers inside him as deep
as they would go and pressed her hips against her hand as if it
were her cock, establishing a thrusting rhythm that had him
writhing in ecstasy in no time. Her fingers curled against his
prostate, eliciting a hoarse scream from his throat, and since she
knew that she couldn’t fully stimulate the sensitive gland with her
short digits she rubbed her free hand against his perineum to
heighten the sensations.

Aaron saw stars, fireworks exploding
behind closed lids. His cock got so hard it felt like bursting, and
when he came, he couldn’t make a sound, his voice strangled in his
throat while all blood rushed from his brain and his cock emptied
in large, warm spurts against his belly.

Tara felt the spasms of his beautiful body
and knew it the second he found release. She rubbed his back to
still the violent tremors and felt so much tenderness inside her
the fullness almost made her cry. He came so perfectly, like he was
made to do exactly that.

She pulled her fingers back and left
him for a moment to wash her hands.

Then she started to untie him, taking
her time to stroke his twitching muscles into stillness. He’d said
he always wanted to be touched, and she would give him that, would
provide what he needed.

“That was beautiful, sub,” she said
and kissed his soft, warm lips reverently, “but you’re not done,
little angel.”

“
Yes, Ma’am,” he sobbed, and she
admired him when he swallowed several times and got himself under
control again. He straightened slowly and looked her straight in
the eye, black lust pooling into the sparkling green of his
irises.

“
Good boy,” she whispered and saw
his face evaporate into happiness.

“So you’re pleased?” he asked
hopefully, his voice so small and sweet like a little
child’s.

“
It’s been a long time since I’ve
been this pleased, little one,” she said, smoothing her hand over
his luscious curls, “you did well.”

She petted his cock and felt him harden,
her fingers sliding through the juices he had squirted onto his
abdomen.

“
Get down on the bed,” she
commanded, “on your back, right in the middle of the
mattress.

Chapter 6

He followed her orders while she
got a warm washcloth, and he closed his eyes in delight when she
knelt down next to him
on the mattress and cleaned the semen and sweat
from his upper body.

Kissing him was so easy, she
couldn’t resist, his taste invading her senses like delicious
chocolates
.
He kissed her back so hungrily, caressing her lips with his as if
they were the most wonderful thing in the universe. His tongue
snuck out to play with hers, and she let him, allowed this charming
little sub to lure her into a tenderness she’d never showed before
in the middle of a scene. When she finally broke the kiss, she felt
as bereft as he did.

She got up and chained his still-cuffed
hands to the bedposts, leaving his ankles free before she retrieved
her toy bag from the cupboard.

“Spread your legs as far as possible,”
she said, humming in approval when he obeyed without
hesitation.

She opened her bag and took the
biggest plug it contained, lubricating it thoroughly.

“You know the routine, pet,” she
smiled “relax into the penetration and push back against the plug
when it enters you.”

She put the device against his hole and
pressed inward, and he pushed back dutifully when the butt plug
slipped inside him. His gasp of arousal was the sweetest sound for
Tara’s ears, and Aaron’s cock was instantly rock hard - exactly as
she wanted it.

His hips undulated against the mattress,
and she knew it must feel unbelievably good.

“
It’s time for your mistress to
play now, you little tease,” she whispered,
crawli
ng over
his body on all fours. “I will learn your body by heart. I will
lick it, bite it, kiss it and put my hand into every crevice that
happens to catch my attention.”

She swallowed his groan with another
sinful, languid kiss that made him squirm with pleasure. He jerked
every time the plug sent liquid fire through his nerves, and the
throbbing of his cock told her he was close.

“You won’t come before I give you
permission,” she said against his mouth.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he breathed back, his
lips trembling against hers.

Tara straightened before her mouth
descended on his nipple. She used her tongue to tease the little
nub into a firm peak, and used her teeth on it to make him cry out
before repeating the procedure with the other one. The throbbing in
his cock got stronger, she felt it against her chest, the rhythm of
his blood sharp, demanding. She smiled at him, letting her lips
slide lower, leaving a trail of moisture on his skin. His sharp
intake of breath made her shiver. Her tongue traced the perfectly
defined muscles of his abdomen, he jerked slightly when she used
her teeth on him. The sound he made was a mixture between a grunt
and a scream, greedy, desperate, a shiver running through his
frame.

Her hand on his stomach stopped
him from moving
. One look at him confirmed that his eyes were glassy, his
moist lips parted, his breath barely there.

She reveled in his strangled cry
when she pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, and he groaned
even louder when she engulfed his glans with her wet mouth, sucking
at him as if he were the most delicious of candy. And in a way he
was, his taste clean and masculine
, sweetness and salt fusing into a heady,
addictive flavor. She was glad she hadn’t used a condom, though she
should have. What was it with her disregarding the club’s rules all
of a sudden? She’d always been as by-the-book as they came. All
thoughts fled her mind when she licked the drops of pre-cum from
the slit beneath her lips and almost moaned in delight. It would
take every ounce of self-control not to suck him off right now. He
was squirming beneath her, fighting to keep still.

Tara let her tongue glide down
his shaft, trailing the sharp, protruding vein which throbbed
against her lips, and she got him wet, licking and sucking until
his whole cock glistened from her caresses. Aaron cried
out
, needy,
desperate.

She
grabbed the handle of the butt-plug
and pulled it out an inch only to push it back in, slowly fucking
him with the generously sized device. Her tongue licked over the
tip of his cock that was still oozing pre-cum, more and more of it,
and his whole body went rigid with the force of stopping his
impending release. His breath was a shallow, violent panting, and
the tension in his hands was so strong she almost thought he could
break the chains.

Aaron whimpered with the need to
come, his lower body so full, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He
fought like a warrior though
- he panted from the effort of holding back; he
wouldn’t come, even if he died from the force of his desire. But
just when he thought his heart would truly stop with arousal, he
heard her voice.