Indulgence (193 page)

His hands made their way up to the waistband of my panties
and began to slip inside as I stiffened. “Shit.” I said it louder than I
anticipated and I felt him still.

“What’s wrong, Cassidy?” His hands were on my waist as his
breath hit my cheek.

“I, um, well.” This was not the conversation I wanted to be
having.

“What is it, baby? I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was
calming and reassuring.

“It’s that time of the month.” I was mortified.

“Your what?”

“For God sakes, James, I’m on my period.” He grew silent. “I
should be done later today or tomorrow.”

“It’s fine. I can work around that. These can stay on, for
now.” He circled my ass with his palms through my underwear. “Now, relax.” He
started caressing my back again and the warmth seeped back into me. “Do you
know what a safe word is?”

Goose bumps washed like a wave over my body. I had
fantasized about this for so long, if only to experience it once, owning a
collection of books on my e-reader, some fiction and some not. I was completely
enraptured with kink, BDSM and the Dom/sub relationship, believing that I
myself might have had a bit of ‘sub’ in me. But how did one go about finding
those things out? I hadn’t ever considered it would have ever happened for me.
I nodded my head.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “How do you
know?” His breath hit my cheek and I couldn’t quite ascertain if he was angry
or enthralled.

Stuttering before I could properly put the words together, I
explained to him that I had a collection of books on the topic. I told him
about my curiosity and I swear I felt his lips curl into a smile against my
neck.

“Have you ever been whipped, Cassidy?” I shook my head no.
“Spanked?” I gave the same answer. “Have you ever been tied up?” Again, same
answer. “Do you fantasize about it, Cassidy? You can tell me.” This time I
hesitantly whispered my reply and nodded my head. “I’m honored to be your first
and your teacher. Are you prepared to be my student?” His hot breath was
blowing in my ear again and it sent pools of warmth between my thighs.

I trembled again as his hands sent ripples of pleasure all
over my naked flesh. “Yes, only you.”

“Good girl. Only with me. Do you have a safe word? If not, I
can give you one.” He tugged on my hair again.

“Rainbow.” My breath was coming fast as he took my ear in
his mouth.

“Only with me.”

My body felt his sudden absence and I heard him moving
around the room again. Soon the enchanting tones of Enigma were filling the air.
I wanted to laugh at his choice, but their music was quite hypnotizing. His
hands were gathering my hair as he pulled it back, braided it and tied it off
once he joined me back on the bed.

“I’ve waited for this day. I knew it since that first night
I saw you. My imagination didn’t do you justice.” He kissed my shoulder and
then he was gone again. I wasn’t quite sure what he was referring to when he
said he ‘knew it’.

My senses were in hyper drive as I worked on getting my
breathing under control. The faint click of a lighter told me he was lighting
candles and his footsteps picked up again. I heard him place some things on the
nightstand; I could only begin to imagine what those items were. My ears became
sensitive and I could hear the occasional car drive down the road and kids
giggling in the distance. I pulled my focus back to the music and was startled
back to attention when I heard a piercing ‘smack’ echo through the air. I
inhaled sharply, wondering what that smack was—a paddle, crop, or whip—I had no
idea, and in turn grasped the headboard as I felt something cool and hard run
up the insole of my foot.

“Relax. Don’t move. You must obey me in all things,
Cassidy.”

It was an order, not a request, and when my breathing slowed
the sensation continued up my calf and to my thigh. He ran it to my inner thigh
and across the center of my panties as I moaned trying to get closer.
Smack.

“Be still, Cassidy.” I felt his hot hand soothing the spot
on my thigh he had just whipped. It took every fiber of my being to hold still.
My entire thigh was tingling with pain and pleasure and the sensation was
spreading out from the point of contact. “You’re coloring is exceptional.” His
voice was husky and low and had me panting. “I want you to focus on your
breathing, understood?” I confirmed with a nod.

The caress from his tool of choice began again. He started
at the insole of my other foot and worked his way up my leg till he was rubbing
my lips through my panties. I was convinced he must be able to see me pulsing
through them. Moaning impatiently, he moved and began circling my buttocks
before moving up my spine. It was sweet torture and I knew it had only just
begun. His weight shifted, his hand cupping my chin, pulling up and back. My
cheek was placed against the warmth of his abdomen and I was aware of his
erection just below before feeling the cool tip of his device slide over the
top of my breasts. I shivered in response and heard his growl above me as my
nipples puckered.

The
smack
that came to the back of my thigh was
welcome misery. I groaned, reveling in the wonderful sensations it sent
vibrating through me. “Does it feel good, Cassidy?”

“Yes.” My voice was barely audible.

“I know it does. Spread your legs wider.”

I did his bidding and felt the burn begin in my thighs from
kneeling in that position. The light caress of a feather started its torturous
journey across my abdomen. I wanted nothing more than to clamp my legs
together. The feather began gliding along my inner thighs and the drumming in
my core was more intense. His hot breath weaved its way from below my ear, down
and across my shoulder and then he repeated the action on my other shoulder.
Then it was with cool breath he played his game and then again with his flaming
tongue. He was driving me mad, the feather still between my thighs and grazing
my panties.

His torture was sweet and masterful as I began to shake. My
body was tensing and relaxing over and over as my impending orgasm rose on the
horizon. Just from touch, I had never experienced anything so intense like
that. His fingers were tip-toeing their way up my spine to the base of my neck
before he wrapped my braid around his hand and pulled me back again. My scalp
was tingling, and the warmth emanating from him along with his scent was
intoxicating.

It was then he removed my blindfold and I was greeted by
almost complete darkness, the room lit by a single candle. I had trouble
focusing and felt tipsy, like I had one too many drinks. I closed my eyes in
hopes it would help me to regain my bearings. James was on his knees behind me
and I felt him bend lower. The distinct feel of his erection between my legs
nearly sent me over the edge. He was thrusting against my satin and lace
covered mound with ease. “Oh, God.” My head went slack against his shoulder.

He groaned before purring in my ear, “You’re doing very well
for your first time. You’re close, aren’t you?” Before I could respond he
removed himself from behind me, and if not for my bound arms, I would have
fallen to the bed below me.

“Stand up.” By some miracle, I managed to stand and turned
my head to look at him. He was in all his glory; naked and fisting his erect
penis and I wanted to kneel at his feet. His eyes were boring a hole into me,
“Do you like what you see?”

My eyes traveled the expanse of his body again as I replied,
“Yes.”

The candlelight danced over his skin. His hair was tied back
and that was the only thing that disappointed me. He released his shaft and
climbed the bed to stand behind me. He untied my wrists and then began rubbing
them. Turning me to face him our bodies were barely touching. His face neared
mine and I was hungry to taste him.

“James?” I was desperate, but he put his index finger on my
lips and shook his head.

“Back on your knees.”

He held my hands to steady me as I knelt before him, his
erection taunting me. I looked up to him and his eyes gave nothing away. We
stood this way for what felt like hours.

Finally he rewarded me with speech, “Good girl,” as he
cupped my cheek. “Your control and obedience are exceptional.” I half smiled,
wondering what he would do next. Grabbing his penis once again, “Keep your
hands on your knees.” He ran the silky tip of his erection across my lips once
and did it again as I let my tongue slip out. He inhaled sharply. “Cassidy!”

I pulled my tongue back in my mouth as our gazes met again.
“Sorry.” But I wasn’t sorry, not one bit, and he knew it.

“Open up.” As I opened my mouth, he placed the head of his
cock between my lips. “Suck me.” I was more than eager to oblige, taking him in
as far as I could without gagging, and started circling my tongue round and
round while sucking. “Jesus, woman.” He was fisting the base when I felt the
bed jump. I averted my eyes to see his other hand was bracing the headboard
behind me. His eyes were closed and he looked to be in agony, sweet agony.
Pulling my lips back to his tip I dove onto his length over and over again as
his hips gently rocked in unison with my motions. Feeling brave, I took a
chance and gently grazed him with my teeth. I could feel him pulse against my
tongue and I moaned. “You’ll be my undoing, woman.” I wasn’t sure if he was
talking
to
me or
at
me.

The pulsing of his cock increased against my tongue, telling
me he was close. Just when I thought he would reward me with his release, he
pulled out of my mouth and dropped to his knees. Instead, he grabbed my face
and rewarded me with a brutal, all-consuming kiss as my nails dug into my
thighs. Moaning, our tongues were dueling, our lips sucking and our teeth were
nipping.

“More.”

I wasn’t sure what I was asking for more
of
but I
felt him smile against my lips. He abruptly pulled away from me again and left
the bed. I looked to my new nightstand and noticed it had three large drawers.
On top was a large white feather with a silver handle, a black and red riding
crop and the blindfold. My nipples hardened as I gazed knowingly on the tools
he had used on me.

“Come here.” Standing at the end of the bed, he motioned me
toward him. I scooted down to join him. When I placed my feet on the floor to
stand, my legs were like rubber and gave way under my weight. He braced me
before I fell and got on his knees in front of me and began rubbing my legs
vigorously while I held onto his shoulders. “Take some deep breaths. We just
need to get the blood flowing through them again.”

“Mmmm, that feels good.” My head fell to the side and rested
against one of the bed posts as I closed my eyes to savor his touch.

“Better?” Opening my eyes and smiling, I nodded at him.
“You’re exquisite.”

Once he stood, he kissed my forehead while I inhaled his
intoxicating male scent deeply. His hands circled my waist before he spun me
around, looping his arms around my chest. He was sending my nerve endings into
overdrive as he caressed my rib cage, which we had both learned was an extremely
sensitive pleasure point for me. I twitched and moaned against him as waves of
pleasure teased me.

“I love what my touch does to you.” He started biting the
tender flesh between my neck and shoulder.

“Only your touch.” I was out of breath and my brain was
hazy.

“Yes, only my touch.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it to
the post closest to us. “Hold on and don’t let go.” Positioning me with my back
to him, he spread my legs and pulled my hips back before rubbing my ass.
SMACK!
I inhaled sharply as the burn spread out over my flesh. I watched as he walked
to the nightstand and grabbed the crop and feather. He smiled wickedly before
he disappeared behind me. “Don’t move.”

Taking a calming breath I felt the feather moving down my
spine, and in the same instant the sting of the crop met my skin. Soon the
feather was smoothing over where the crop had stamped its mark on my delicate
flesh. The cycle repeated over and over until I lost count, never imagining I
could get pleasure from this activity, but I did.

He trailed the crop over my panties again. “James…oh, God.”

I was on the cusp and didn’t know how much more I could
take. I was startled by his speed; he’d plastered his chest to my back and
surrounded me. One hand massaged my breasts while the other was circling over
my lips, through my panties. He growled in my ear, “Come for me.” His pelvis
was grinding against me and I could feel his erection against my inner thigh as
I pushed back against it, as he pressed my clit though my panties.

A moment later I welcomed the tidal wave that breached my
shores. I was crying out and convulsing uncontrollably as he showed me no
mercy, pinching my nipples and grinding against me. When the shudders finally
started to subside, I was swept into his arms, my entire body was numb except
for the faint throb of my sex; sound and sight had left me. All I could feel
was his warmth against me as he laid us in the bed and cradled me against his
chest. Sleep easily took me.

Closer

~ JAMES ~

Her legs were tangled with mine and her breathing was slow
and steady. She was everything and more and she did better than any other sub I
had ever attempted to teach. She was a natural and I couldn’t get rid of the
nagging feeling that she belonged with me. I didn’t think I would ever be able
to let her go. I fell into a deep sleep wrapped around her.

~ CASSIDY ~

Memory flooded me as I began to wake, stretching out looking
for him. James was gone. I suspected that I should get used to it. Why did he
leave? I rolled to my back and let out a disappointed sigh.

“You ok?” I almost jumped off the bed at the sound of his
voice as I heard his chuckle coming from the doorway.