1st (Love For Sale) (8 page)

“You’ll come to love this room.” He chuckled softly at my horrified expression and walked over to grab my hand.  “This is where many of your sexual fantasies will come to life, kitten.”

Strange tables with fixtures on them that were easily discernible for use, filled my view, along with furniture that made no sense.  “Um.  I think you might have mistaken fantasies for torture.” Whips, canes, paddles, along with other things I had no clue about lined a far back wall.

“It only seems that way because I haven’t introduced you yet.  This is part of the trust thing I spoke of earlier.”  He stopped in front of what looked like a bed you’d find in a physician’s office.  “Climb on.”  He patted the dark leather, his face breaking into a wide grin.

“Um.  I like the view from here just fine.”  The table even had stirrups and what he had in mind using those wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

“I don’t want your first time here to be used for punishment, Caitlin, so don’t deny me again.” His expression turned stern and my heart raced painfully.

I knew I was going to regret this, but I climbed up on the table.  I didn’t want to find out what his punishment entailed, either, especially not in this room where he had so many implements at hand.  I began shaking and crossed my arms over my chest, to calm my terrified mind.

“Don’t look so worried.  Just lay back and I promise nothing bad will happen here.”

Just lay back.  How easy it was for him to say that when I could see all the things in here that had to have some horrible use.  Why I did as he asked, I have no idea because I was absolutely terrified.  The towel opened, leaving me exposed, and I gathered it in my hands to put it back together.  Resting back on that cool leather, may have very well been the scariest thing I’d ever done.

Seth moved to stand above me, and the smile on his face wasn’t filled with ego, instead it was warm.  “I’m not going to hurt you, kitten, promise.” His hand stroked down my arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake, then he captured my wrist.  I looked at him in confusion as he pulled it above my head, and wrapped it in cool leather.

I yanked down on my hand and realized I couldn’t move it, then I understood he’d cuffed me to the table.  I whimpered, positive I didn’t like this at all, then struggled against the restraint.  He walked around to the other side of the table and gathered my other wrist, imprisoning it, as well.

“Seth?” My breath left on a frightened whisper, the situation making me feel helpless with both my hands pulled taught over my head.  Tears filled my eyes as I struggled against the confinement, to no avail.  He could do whatever he wanted to me now!

“Kitten, relax.  I promised not to hurt you.” The towel was splayed open during my struggle, and his hands cupped my breasts.  “This is how I want to see you, beautiful and open to my touch.”  He kneaded the fullness of my breasts, taking my mind off the restraints.

When his mouth captured a nipple and suckled it deeply, my hands fisted as my back arched up, offering him better access.  His free hand caressed down my stomach and found my sex, and I tensed.  My mind couldn’t separate the pleasure of his touch from the inability to move my hands, it was almost too much.  My nipple popped free of his mouth, and I wanted to cry out for him to love me that way again.

“The things I’ll do to you here.”

His soft growl might have made me worry again, had his hand not moved between my legs, caressing those folds that had no problem with whatever he chose to do.  Those fingers were magical, and had the ability to take my mind off everything except the pleasure they gave.  They rubbed over my clit, knowing just where to touch, and how much pressure to apply. 

Again, he had me almost on the edge, when cruelly he moved away, his hand instead caressing down my leg until it reached my ankle.  I lifted my head from the table to watch as he encased it in a leather cuff, strapped to the end.  Moving over to my other leg, he spread my legs wide before enclosing that ankle as well.  I was completely spread eagle and helpless, the now familiar sense of panic setting in.

Seth’s eyes roamed over my body sensually, and I knew from his look he enjoyed the sight, but I felt so damn exposed.  It wasn’t that I hated my body, I’d just never had any man see me like this and it made me completely vulnerable.  I closed my eyes tightly, not sure how I felt about any of this.  My heart slammed painfully against my ribs and even in my fear, I have to admit I was still positively turned on.

I felt strangely bereft without his touch. Taking deep breaths to calm my nerves, I opened my eyes.  For a brief moment I completely panicked, because he was no longer standing over me.  Glancing around the room I saw him standing in a back corner, gathering things.  I don’t know why but just knowing he hadn’t left me alone gave me a little more confidence.  That lasted until he returned with an armful of items.

He placed all those items on a table beside me that I hadn’t even noticed before, and arranged them meticulously.  Shaving cream, a razor, a small bowl, bottled water, washcloth, and a tiny unmarked bottle?  I’d just shaved this morning so my legs were definitely not in need, so I looked up at him confused.

His sexy smirk was back, as he continued setting up, and he didn’t offer me an explanation as he stood back, seemingly happy with the arrangement.  Wetting the cloth, then squeezing it out, he squirted shaving cream on one hand, then lathered my sex.  I gasped as his intentions became clear.  He was going to shave me there!  As if I didn’t already feel vulnerable enough on this table splayed out like a human sacrifice.

“Don’t move at all, Caitlin.”  His eyes met mine before lifting the razor in his hand. 

I swallowed deeply, moving not even a consideration in my mind, as the last thing I wanted was to get cut.  I couldn’t believe he was doing this, or that I was allowing it, if I even had a choice in the matter considering my current position. 

He worked with ease, and I had to wonder how many times he’d done this with other women.  The thought sent a wave of jealously through me that had no right to be there.  Each gentle scrape of the blade against my sensitive flesh made me very aware of my body, and I felt more than a little embarrassed that this was actually making me wet.

“You’re so responsive.” Seth chuckled softly as he continued shaving me intimately. 

My face flamed at the realization that he knew what I felt.  How was I supposed to feel about this? I’d basically agreed to belong to him, and if this was what it meant to be his, it wasn’t the most horrible thing in the world.

It felt strange to have him running the wet cloth over my now smooth sex.  I’d always kept myself trimmed down there, but I hadn’t been bare since before puberty.  That didn’t matter when he pulled the cloth over my sensitive folds, massaging me more than cleaning up the aftermath of the shaving cream.  The soft moan that escaped my lips, I didn’t even recognize as my own until he stopped doing it.

“Now you’ll be even more sensitive to my touch, kitten.” He reached over to the table and picked up the unmarked bottle.  It was about the size of eye drops.  I had no idea what it was but when he opened it and placed a few drops on my clit, instantly it was on fire.

I cried out with a gasp at the sensation of heat, and before I could even catch my breath, his tongue splayed over my clit, suckling it deeply.  The heat from the liquid melded into the cooling swipe of his tongue, and I was burning in a different way.  He lapped against my flesh with gusto, and any hint of the strange potion he’d used vanished to be replaced by pure ecstasy.

My hips arched off the table, straining against his mouth, the cuffs on my ankles keeping my legs spread wide as he pleasured me.  Then he stopped, lifting his head, and I wanted to scream in frustration.  With my body feeling like a quivering mass of sensation, throbbing in need, the cool air was almost painful as it brushed over my exposed flesh.  I bit my lip hard to stop a whimper from escaping.

“What should I do to you next kitten, hmm?” He stood up, tapping his lip, then looked around the wide expanse of his dungeon. 

Instead of fearing his next move, my body was on fire, hoping he would hurry up and make a decision.  There’s something incredibly erotic about being completely exposed and waiting on your lover’s touch.  He walked away, and I wanted to scream at him to finish what he started.  That towel he’d worn around his waist had slipped off during his ministrations toward me, and I was rewarded with a nice look at his gorgeous ass.  Seth definitely had a sexy body, and in the state I was in, I really appreciated the view.

He rambled through a drawer and came back to me with what looked like a small phallus and tube of lubricant.  Even in my inexperience, I knew the name of the brand, and a little of my common sense returned.

“What are you going to do with that?” The tiny phallus was no bigger than two of my fingers with two handles protruding from it, so I wasn’t really afraid, more curious.

“Curious little kitten, aren’t you?  Since you’re new I’ll tell you, though.  I’m going to stretch that sweet little ass of yours.” He put the items down on the table and my legs tensed, unable to draw them together it was my only option.

It was one thing to think of him sliding that in my other entrance, because he was much bigger, but my ass?  There was no way that thing was fitting inside me there.  “It’s going to hurt.” I wasn’t into pain, and the thought of being stretched by that object wasn’t sitting well with me at all.

“Not if you relax.” He winked at me, like it was supposed to make me feel better, then moved to the end of the table.  With a few adjustment, he dropped the partition leaving my ass hanging over the edge slightly. 

What the hell?  I scooted back, not liking the idea of hanging off the table, but he quickly stilled me.  “I would never let you fall, now be still.”

I was a little surprised when he undid my ankles from the leather cuffs, and even more so when he put my legs up in the stirrups then strapped me down again.  I only thought I was exposed before.  “Seth, please.” The stirrups really did a number on my emotions, and I was having a hard time breathing again.

“Kitten, you need to be taught to trust me.” He moved to the top of the table, leaned over and caught my lips.  With a deep kiss, he silenced my protests, and to be honest I forgot what I was even afraid of.  When he broke that kiss I was breathless for a different reason. 

That lasted until he moved away, covered the tiny phallus liberally with gel, and moved it back to my small opening.  I tensed, pushing against the intrusion, my fear winning against the earlier taste of his lips. 

“Caitlin, if you don’t stop fighting me, I’m going to punish you.” His words were no longer sensual, instead they were harsh and it gave me pause. 

Did I really want to be in this vulnerable position knowing he could do something that might hurt me?  Obviously not. I forced my body to relax.  There was no way I could stop the tremors that moved through me.

“Breathe, kitten, this really won’t hurt.” His tone had relaxed into that sensual vibrato again, and it helped me not to panic.  “You have so much to learn.” With patience, he pressed the phallus in, widening me. I was shocked it didn’t hurt as badly as I’d thought it would

The sensation was a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t deal with.  The lubricant helped the slide, and I was almost stunned when he stood up, knowing it was completely embedded inside.  I felt full and stretched, but not in the horrible way I expected.

“Trust.”  He worked his hands deftly removing the straps from legs, lowering them from the stirrups.  Then my hands were released, and I felt a huge relief in being free in my movements again.  I looked up at him, not sure what he wanted from me now, and dealing with the sensation of the thing inside me.  “It’s called a butt plug, and we’ll move up to bigger ones until you can take me in that beautiful ass of yours.”

He held out his hands, and I put mine in his.  “I want you to get used to wearing it.” He helped me sit up and there was no way I wasn’t aware of the object embedded inside me.  I made a face, because it wasn’t that comfortable.  “You’ll get over it.” He helped me stand, and my mind was completely focused on the intruding plug.

The object didn’t move when he took my hand to lead me around the room.  It was like a permanent reminder that my ass belonged to him.  He looked down at his watch, and then back at me.  “We’ll try this out for an hour, to see if you can handle it.  Let me know it becomes painful, okay, kitten?”

I nodded, acutely aware now that I was nude and impaled, my eyes met my feet.  I wasn’t normally a shy person, but this situation wasn’t exactly the norm.

“Words.  Do you understand?” He wasn’t angry this time, in fact, he looked more than a little pleased with himself.

“I understand.” Standing still made the object seem more prevalent, so I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

“Let’s get you a little more accustomed to my playroom.” He walked me back over to the table he’d had me strapped to only moments ago, and I gazed longingly at the towel on the floor.  “Another thing you’ll get used to.  When we’re in this room I want you fully undressed.”

Giving me no time to let that information sink in, he took my hand and guided me over to some strange piece of equipment.  It reminded me a little of one of the seats a person would get their shoes shined on in older movies, except it was covered with leather, and angled in a strange way.