Igniting Dearie (3 page)

Dearie shivered in his arms, watching the
woman’s body arch as she climax
ed on her partner’s hand
.
H
er hips thrusting until she finally hung there limply, sagging against her lover when he released her bonds and cradled her against him while the crowd clapped and praised her.

“I’ve never done anythin
g like this Slate. It feels so…
dirty.” Dearie was surprised she admitted that to him
,
but it was true. Her parents would be mortified if they knew she just watched a woman orgasm in front of a crowd of at least thirty people. They would be even more
ashamed
if they knew their daughter was so turned on by it that she wished she was the one in chain
s with bright pink skin and cum
dripping down her inner thighs.

“There isn’t a thing wrong with enjoying sex
,
Dearie. There isn’t a thing wrong with enjoying watching others have intimate moments either. It is arousing though isn’t it? Knowing that so many believe it’s taboo…” He growled when her hips shifted and bumped back against his burgeoning arousal.

“Very arousing.” She licked her dry lips, flus
hing even more after feeling his
thick
ness
against her behind.

“And very dirty
,
” Slate chuckled and slid his hand over her hip, pulling her back against him again.

“I want…” H
er voice trailed off as she watched Belle and Devlin go into one of the curtained rooms.

“Tell me what you want
,
Dearie. Tell me what you need.” His voice was thick with desire.

“I need…” S
he wanted to simply say “you” but she couldn’t seem to get the words out.

He quickly turned her in his arms and swatted her lush bottom, speaking low but firmly. “Tell me. Say it Dearie.”

Dearie yelped from the surprising swat but looked up at him with desire in her eyes. “I want you, Slate.”

She reached back and rubbed her stinging bottom, biting her lip as she lowered her eyes. “I want to learn more, experience new things. I’m tired of being plain, boring
,
Dearie.”

He gave her bottom a soft rub as he tilted her chin up so her eyes met his again. “There is nothing plain or boring about you
,
Dearie.” He took her hand in his and led her to his personal space. There would be no putting her on display tonight. Another night
—
yes. But tonight, he wasn’t sharing her. He wanted to make her as comfortable as possible while they got to know one another more intimately.

Her eyes darted around the room,
taking in the king size bed
that had restraints hanging from the bedposts
,
and nearly running when she saw the St. Andrews Cross that filled
another
corner of the room. To her right was a leather covered bench that looked like the spanking bench that Belle had described to her
, which
her Master was so fond of. Along one wall was a rack that held an assortment of varying paddles, floggers, whips and bondage devices. By the time she was done surveying the room her breath was coming in short pants and she was starting to feel dizzy. Slate must have sensed how overwhelmed she was because he was there, wrapping his comforting arms around her and kissing the side of her neck.

“Slow your breathing sweetheart. Deep breaths now. We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with tonight. Your safe word is
red
. Once you speak that word, the scene will stop and we’ll talk about it. Nothing will happen that you don’t consent to.”

She nodded her head and focused on slowing her breathing, leaning back against him, letting his strength and warmth soothe her nerves. “I’m not sure how much of this I’m ready for
,
Slate. I’ve never even had good sex before, let alone tried anything kinky.”

He chuckled and nipped her shoulder with his teeth, kissing the bite and whispering decadently in her ear. “Then I think we should start with great sex and move slowly into the kink when you’re ready. How does that sound?”

Dearie couldn’t help but whim
per when he bit her tender skin.
“Yes…please…”

“Mmm, such a sweet girl. Already begging…” His tongue traced her collar bone, sending licks of fire straight to her sex. As if he could read her mind, Slate wedged his muscled thigh between hers and pulled her hips, forcing her to ride his thigh while his teeth scraped her neck. Her hips picked up the rhythm and she ground her needy flesh against him, lifting her leg enough to wrap her thigh over his. Her panties were soaked
.
S
he knew her wetness was seeping through
to
his pants where she rode him to her hearts content
,
but she decided she no longer cared that she was behaving like a whore. It felt too good to feel guilty for it and he certainly didn’t seem to mind.

Slate tugged the hem of her tight dress over her hips, growling when he saw her creamy thigh encased in black silky hose and garter with lacy panties covering her moist mound. He kept pulling her dress up until she raised her arms and let him remove it completely. “Fuck baby, look at how perfect you are.” Slate turned her towards the full length mirror, cupping her black lace covered breasts in his palms.

She looked at the reflection they presented. Her long red waves in a disarray over his muscled forearms. Her pale, freckled skin
was a contrast
against his rich
,
caramel hue
.
H
is midnight black hair
was
falling over her shoulder as he nuzzled her neck, her breasts spilling from the palms of his hands. Never in her life had she felt as sexy as she did right now
,
wrapped up against her tall, dark and handsome man. Her skin was flushed with desire and a hint of a blush. After all, when she normally looked in the mirror she was always pointing out her negatives, yet here Slate was, appreciating her lush figure.

His fingers traveled over her hips, tickling
up
her sides briefly as he reached for the clasp of her bra. A quick snapping motion had her free from the restraint
,
her hands quickly covered her milky white globes from his view. Slate growled at her, placing his hands over hers and drawing her hands to her side, pressing them there firmly. He reached for her then, cupping and squeezing her breasts in his rough palms, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were plump points of desire. Dearie was clenching and unclenching her hands, unable to take her eyes off the reflection of them in the mirror. Her breathing had hitched and her hips shifted slightly from side to side so she could feel the sensation of her thighs rubbing together
,
giving her the sweet friction she desired.

Slate released her breasts from his teasing touch and sharply brought his hand down on her bottom. “Did I tell you that you could rub your thighs together needy girl?” His breath was hot on her ear, sharp teeth biting her soft lobe as he rubbed her freshly smacked ass.

“No sir. I…I didn’t know what to expect, what to do
,
” Dearie stuttered, doing her best to stay still.

“I instructed you to look at how perfect you are. See yourself as I see you
,
Dearie. You
r
skin is flawless, so smooth and soft. You
r
breasts are full, heavy and lush with such pale pink nipples that are ripe for sucking.” She quivered as he massaged her breasts in his big, dark hands. Deft fingers were plucking her pointy nipples until she was moaning with each tug. He moved in front of her and lowered his head to her breast, drawing her taut nipple between his lips and lapping at it, sucking it hard and dragging his teeth over it. He pulled his mouth off her and moved to her other breast, flicking it with his tongue, nipping it with sharp teeth and sucking it so hard her hips thrust forward and rolled against him. Without letting go of her nipple he drew his hand back and popped her on the ass harder this time.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry I moved…it felt so good I forgot…” She was back to keeping her hands at her sides and her hips still
,
but she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to do that
.
H
e was now kneeling in front of her and licking down her stomach, taking the band of her panties between his teeth, his hands moving down her sides again so he could hook his t
hu
mbs in the black scrap of lace
, pulling them over her hips and down her
legs
to her ankles.

“If you want something, ask—unless you’re gagged or forbidden to speak.” His tongue slithered up her inner thigh, lapping at the slickness there, proof that he had her under his spell. Slate growled at her, “So fucking sweet.” His teeth marked her inner thighs, one after the other as he licked up every bit of her sweetness. It seemed he purposely was avoiding her slick folds just to make her beg.

It was too much. All of it. From the bites and licks to the mention of being gagged
,
and the way he was avoiding touching her where she needed it most. She had to let her walls down and trust him to take care of her. Her voice was soft and slightly shaky when she finally spoke.

“Slate…”

He looked up at her and pressed a kiss on the soft tuft of strawberry hair that framed her precious pearl. His lips were still shiny from attending the wetness on her thighs. When he spoke to her his voice was husky with desire. “Yes Dearie?”

“I would like to be free to touch you.”

He smiled and brushed his hands down her thighs. “As you wish.” He took her hands in his and placing one on his shoulder while kissing the palm of her other hand. Once he let go she slid it through his hair and gripped the nape of his neck, massaging her fingers into his skin.

“Please put your mouth on me
,
Slate
,
”
s
he said breathlessly,
opening
her thighs further apart as she stood in front of him.

Taking her at the bend of her knee and raising her leg to rest on his shoulder
,
he gave her the most wicked of grins. “My pleasure
,
sweetheart. Just tell me where you want my mouth specifically and I’ll gladly taste you there.”

“You know where
,
”
s
he said rebelliously. Her fingers tangled in his hair
as
her hips rolled forward, inviting him to taste her nectar.

He smacked her bottom, both cheeks this time, with such force she wobbled, nearly toppling over in surprise. “Last chance to answer me
,
Dearie
,
”
h
e said gruffly.

“Here, between my thighs.” Her hand slid over her mound, parting her wet sex with delicate fingers, revealing her slick pearl as it poked out from its hood. Her bottom tingled, not painfully so, but with a wild heat that honestly had her wanting more.

Slate growled in frustration, quickly moving her leg off his shoulder, standing, and griping her hair at the base of her neck, jerking her head back sharp enough to make her yelp. “From now on when I tell you to be specific, be fucking specific. This isn’t a show and tell. Your shyness has no place here.” Her face was stricken with something akin to fear laced with arousal. His own hard on was making it difficult to not toss her on the bed and fuck her until she screamed for him. But she had a lesson to learn.

“I’m sorry sir
,
”
s
he whimpered out in a voice that could barely be heard. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears.

Leading her to his bed and bending her over with her face pressed to the mattress, nudging her legs apart with his knee, he started speaking in a softer tone as he pressed down against her. “Perhaps I should have
gone
in
to
more detail, although telling you to
‘
tell me specifically
’
should have been enough. When you are with me, I want you to learn to not be shy about your body or what happens between us. I want you to feel comfortable with me, but not so comfortable you forget to obey and do as you’re told. I, in turn, will give you everything you need
,
Dearie. Things you never even dreamed of my luscious little princess.”

Chapter 3

“Thank you
,
sir. I promise I’ll do better.” The way he covered her, pinning her to the bed with his arousal firm and thick against her tender bottom was driving her crazy with desire. She could feel her wetness slicking down her thighs again but she was no longer embarrassed or ashamed. She was needy. Hungry for everything he said he would give her.