Crack the Whip (3 page)

Sliding two fingers into her cunt, he was rewarded with hot wetness and a slight flexing of her inner muscles. Yes, she was the perfect sub for him.

Idly, he wondered if Katie liked to be flogged. If she…

God damn it! He had to stop this.

Opening a drawer in the built-in chest, he took out several of the special candles he ordered, a book of matches, and one of his favorite toys. He carried them to where India was displayed for him and held the candles up for her to see.

“Blue tonight. Your favorite color.”

She smiled at him, her brown eyes darkening to the color of rich coffee.

“Let’s decorate you, shall we?”

He set everything to the side except for one fat candle, which he kept in his hand. Striking a match he lit the wick and held the candle over one of India’s breasts. Her eyes were locked on the candle, watching as wax began to melt and drip down the side. Reece held it just above her nipple, a thick bubble of wax sliding down until it dropped onto the hardened tip. She flinched slightly, but the expression on her face wasn’t one of pain.

Reece held the candle over her, dripping enough wax to form a foundation, and then setting the candle in the melted wax, holding it until he was sure it was firmly seated. Striking another match, he did the same thing with a second candle on the other nipple. And again at her navel. Finally he held open the outer lips of her cunt, exposing her clit and pooling wax on that hot bundle of nerves. Sweat broke out on India’s body as she steeled herself to remain completely still, even as each bead of hot wax settled and hardened.

When he was satisfied each candle was firmly in place, not in danger of toppling and harming his sub, Reece reached for the large dildo he’d taken from the drawer. Sometimes, after he inserted the toy and turned it on, he amused himself by seeing how long his sub could remain still while he teased her with a feather. Then he would order her to take him in her mouth and suck him to completion. Or, if she was very good, he’d fuck her blind. It all depended on how she obeyed him.

It was all about control for him. Always.

But tonight he couldn’t bring himself to put his cock in any of India’s orifices. Not when every time he looked at her, he saw Katie Warren’s face. Katie’s body as he’d last seen it, naked and flushed. Heard Katie’s low, melodious voice. And not even the candle play could make them go away.

So tonight he’d see just how much control he could exert over his sub. Some of his women were excellent at this.

Others not so much, and he frequently wondered if they broke deliberately so he would punish them afterwards. He often questioned who was more aroused, who got the most pleasure out of the flogging or caning—he or the unrepentant sub.

India’s eyes widened as he slid the dildo into her soaked pussy. The last time he’d fucked her with a vibrator while the candles balanced on her, she’d barely been able to handle it.

But tonight he wanted to push her limits, make her bend to his will. Punish her again just a little for disobeying him earlier. Something to show he was still in control of the situation, despite the woman now greeting guests in the main part of the club and tending to everyone’s needs.

She can tend to my needs.

He ground his teeth. Enough of that shit already.

“Do not move.” He turned the base of the dildo so it began to pulsate.

The moment the vibrations shimmied through her body, her breathing hitched, became shallower as she struggled not to move. Reece stood ready to blow out the candles and snatch them from her body if she couldn’t handle it. He watched her hands clench into fists and her teeth bite down on her lower lip, but she held still under the onslaught of the vibrator.

“Do you like what I’m doing, India?” he growled.

“Y-Yes, Sir. Thank you for giving me this pleasure.”

Oh, he was giving her pleasure all right, her body strung so taut with the effort to remain immobile that it resembled the string on a finely crafted bow. Normally, he would leave the dildo at its lowest setting, prolonging this as much as possible, but suddenly he wanted to be done. The games he otherwise enjoyed gave him no pleasure tonight. His cock was so hard and swollen he wondered if it would ever go back to normal, but he knew it wasn’t what he was doing with his sub making it that way.

He reached between India’s legs to turn up the speed on the vibrator and then placed his large hands on her thighs, adding his strength to hold her in place as her body responded to the stimulation.

It didn’t take long before the orgasm erupted, India’s body shaking slightly despite her effort to hold the candles in place.

Low moans and whimpers escaped her lips, and her head moved from side to side as she rode out the climax.

Even before the last of the aftershocks had subsided, Reece blew out the candles and eased them from her body.

He placed them on the table before sliding the vibrator from her cunt. He released all the bindings holding her in place and finally applied a soothing cream to the marks the wax had left on her skin.

“You have done well, tonight,” he told her, helping her from the table and pressing the button to lower it back to the floor. “We are finished now. Stop in the main lounge and have someone bring me a drink. My usual.”

India frowned, no doubt wondering why he was changing their customary routine. Not using her to achieve his own climax. But as a good sub, she knew better than to ask questions. She simply nodded and walked to the door, heading for the dressing room where she’d left her clothes.

Another thing Reece liked was for his subs to parade naked through the club when he was finished with them so others could see his handiwork. The stripes from the flogger were still visible to admire, and when she walked through the lounge to order his drink, everyone would see them.

He placed all the toys and instruments he’d used back on the table. When he left the room, someone would collect everything he’d used, clean and sterilize them thoroughly and put them back. After a certain amount of use all of them were replaced, anyway.

His body vibrated with unreleased sexual tension, a fact that irritated him more than he wanted to admit. Maybe it was his punishment for playing sex games with India while the meeting with Katie was still so fresh in his mind. The memories she brought back were so vivid, the emotions he thought he’d buried all these years roiled to the surface, bringing back their last scene together as if it had just happened. Trying to pass it off as nothing more than a casual situation was stupid. He’d have done a lot better to lock himself in a different room and jerk off. What an ass he was.

He could hardly stand himself.

When a knock sounded on the door, he yanked it open, snatched the drink from the poor attendant and slammed the door shut again.

Fuck! How the hell had this happened to him?

One of the things Reece had ordered for his private room was a leather lounge chair he could relax in after a session with one of his subs. Usually he just kicked back, had his first drink of the night, and let the memories of the evening replay in his mind. Tonight there was no relaxing. Katie Warren’s reappearance in his life had seen to that.

He stripped off his slacks, retrieving the handkerchief from the back pocket, and kicked out of his boxers. Then he dropped naked into the chair and took a healthy swallow of his drink. He didn’t remember being this aroused since his first session at a fetish club all those years ago. A wry smile twisted his lips as he recalled the long ago evening. He’d been like a kid in a candy store, realizing for the first time in his life what a sweet tooth he had.

But tonight…

Shit.

He looked down at his cock, so swollen the soft skin around the inner steel was stretched taut and the ropy vein twisted around it pulsed visibly. The broad head was darkened, its surface glistening from the pre-cum he’d inadvertently spread over it when he yanked off his boxers.

Taking another large swallow of his drink, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and wrapped his fingers around the engorged shaft.

Ahh!

So good. The only thing better would be Katie’s slim fingers instead of his. The memory imprinted in his brain leaped to the forefront and he swore he could actually feel her soft touch on his body. He took a moment to open the handkerchief and drape it over his thighs before closing his eyes again and summoning up those old memories.

They were celebrating her last year in college, making plans for the future. The Golden Spur was thriving, even in a market where the price of beef was down. His brothers were married, living in their own houses they’d built on the vast acreage of the ranch. Now it was his turn, and it couldn’t come soon enough for him.

Reece had taken a break from working on the ranch to spend the weekend with her, and they’d barely been able to keep their hands off each other. Now the weekend was almost over, and they’d fucked so many times Reece wondered if he’d ever get it up again.

“Do you know how much I love you, Katydid?” he asked, his lips barely a hair’s breadth away from hers. That had been his personal nickname for her since the first time he met her.

“How much?” Her eyes were dark with rich emotion.

“You’re my heart, Katie. My soul. Everything there is.”

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, her hand reaching up to stroke his stubbled cheek. “As you are for me.”

“You sure you’re good with spending your life on the ranch? With me? You’ll have your shiny new degree. The world is full of opportunities, you know.”

She smiled, a burst of sunshine bathing him in its warmth.

“But there’s only one you. It’s what we’ve always wanted.”

She frowned. “You aren’t changing your mind, are you?”

He laughed. “Hell, no. Just making sure this is what you want.”

“I want
you
,” she told him. “There are plenty of jobs in Austin or San Antonio.”

“You could always put your degree to work running the business of the ranch.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? Your brothers would go for it?”

“Hell, yes. They like keeping things in the family.”

“Me, too.” She wriggled against him.

“I love your body,” he told her, idly running his fingers over her smooth skin.

“I hope so.” She smiled. “You certainly spend enough time looking at it.”

“And why not? You’re a feast I can’t get enough of.” He cupped one full breast in his palm. “Your breasts are so firm and warm. I love holding them.” A thumb brushed over a swollen nipple. “And your nipples. I think I could suck on them forever.”

Putting actions to words, he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the nipple, pulling it into his mouth. He loved the feel of it as he swirled his tongue around it. When he gently closed his teeth over it, Katie moaned and arched into him. Her hands threaded into his hair and pulled his head closer to her. Moving his mouth to the other nipple, he rested his palm on her thigh and rubbed his thumb along the crease of her hip. Katie shifted under his touch, silently urging him to move his hand to the place she needed it most.

Reece chuckled against her breast. “Anxious, are we? I’m beginning to think I might never satisfy you.”

“Then I guess you’d better try harder,” she said breathlessly.

“I could suck your nipples endlessly,” he told her. “Firm little pebbles I love to roll around on my tongue and nip with my teeth. You like it when I bite them, sugar?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I do.”

I wonder what else you’d like, you little minx.

His first trip to a fetish club flashed through his brain. A lark. A night out with an old college friend, his former roommate. He hadn’t participated in the actions, just watched, astounded at how aroused he became at the things he’d seen. And felt somewhere in the back of his mind he was betraying Katie and their relationship. But a month later he’d let himself be convinced into going again. And again he was just an observer, but now he was becoming almost obsessed with the whole BDSM scene and wondering if he could talk Katie into a club visit.

At home he surfed the Internet, searching for BDSM sites, looking for answers to the questions racing around in his brain. Masturbating while he imagined Katie with him in the activities he’d seen and the ones he researched. He was sure restraining a sub, administering proper punishment, then fucking her senseless, both anally and vaginally, would drive him wild. Knowing he was at all times in control and the sub he was with received her pleasure from his control drove him even wilder.

No, not a sub, Katie. Just Katie.

He’d love to fill Katie’s sweet ass with a proper butt plug then slide his cock into her compressed pussy, feeling her wet flesh drag along the length of his cock. Maybe pull her to her knees and bind her hands behind her while he…

He clamped down on his daydreams. She’d probably shoot him.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees,” he told her in a husky voice. “Let me see your beautiful cunt.”

She loved it when he talked dirty to her. Would she let him do anything else?

Obediently Katie widened her legs, bent her knees and placed her feet on the mattress. Reece shifted so he was kneeling between them, his eyes fixed on her glistening folds.

Lazily he drew one fingertip the length of her slit, down and back. Katie hitched her hips at him, but he shook his head.

“Don’t move. I want to play and I want you to keep perfectly still.”

“But—”

He looked up at her. “Can you do that for me, Katie? Lie perfectly still? I promise you it’ll be worth it.”

“I-I’ll try,” she breathed.

“Good girl.”

Okay, she responded to his order. How far could he push it?

“I love to run my fingers over your pussy, sugar. It feels so slick and wet. And your hot little clit just peeking out at me. Jesus, Katie. It’s beautiful.”

He rasped a fingertip over her clit. When she jerked in response, he shook his head.

“Uh uh. Remember. Perfectly still.”

“B-But—”

“No movement.” His voice was commanding. “Remember?”