Nobody's Hero (26 page)

“Not as completely as you need to be, it
seems.” He slid off her body and knelt near the bottom of the bed,
reaching for the waistband of her thong. “First, I think we need to
lose this. They’ll just be in the way of where I intend to be in a
few minutes.”

Karla’s clit throbbed at the promise in his
words. Soon. He was going to make love to her this time, totally
and completely, and in just a few minutes. She had to remind
herself to breathe. Whatever had happened to get Adam to see her as
a sexy woman, rather than too young for him, she hoped the spell
would never break. Having him making love to her was…

Adam got off the bed and returned to the
nightstand, which seemed to be equipped with everything an
adventurous Dom might need. He pulled out a silk scarf and
indicated with his hand for her to lift her head off the pillow.
Karla pleaded with him silently not to blindfold her, but within
seconds the light from the room grew dim, then black. Pleading
would only make him want to do it more. She needed to try harder to
obey. Just because he wasn’t her Master anymore didn’t mean she
wasn’t supposed to obey her Dom.

But the sound of chains left her wondering if
she was going to be able to withstand the strain of over-the-head
restraints, but she wouldn’t displease him by complaining. If she
needed to, she could safeword. She waited for him to restrain her
cuffed wrists, steeling herself for the pain to come.

Nothing.

He didn’t touch her arms, but instead took
her legs and tented them, her soles now flat on the mattress near
her butt. Maybe he was going to restrain her ankles. She heard the
chains again, but the sound came from above her head. What did he
have in mind? She turned her head, listening, as a chain scraped
against the headboard. Gee, this had looked like such a romantic
little bedroom when they’d first come in here tonight. Now it was
sounding like a torture chamber. Of course, she knew Master Adam
wouldn’t harm her. Anticipation of the orgasm and sex to come kept
her from becoming overly frightened.

He fiddled with the chains and she heard him
take a few steps away. The smell of leather permeated the room and
soon he returned and wrapped something warm, almost hot, around her
left thigh, then something similar around her right one. He must
have warmed the leather by the fire.
So considerate of you,
Sir
. The chains rattled once more and he placed his hand under
her thigh and spread her leg toward the side of the bed and up in
the air. She heard a click and he let go, but her thigh remained in
the air.

She wasn’t so sure about this. “Sir…”

“Silence. You do not have permission to speak
except to safeword or answer a direction question.”

He repeated the motions with her right thigh
and soon she was splayed open on the bed, nipples and thighs
restrained, feeling like a butterfly mounted on a specimen tray in
her freshman biology class. She heard the dreaded drawer open again
and the smell of leather. “Lift your head.” She did so, feeling a
slight pull from her strained muscles, but not groaning or showing
any sign of weakness.

Warm leather wrapped around her neck. Another
collar.

“Good girl. Lay your head back again.” She
did so and his warm fingers slipped inside the collar. “Not to
tight?”

“No, Sir.” He kneaded the tensed muscles in
her shoulders and she moaned in pleasure. “Be sure to tell me if
you get a cramp or if your muscles get too tight.”

She nodded.

“Because you don’t know if I am looking at
you, I want you to respond with a ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘No, Sir,’ when I
ask for that kind of information. Don’t just nod or shake your
head.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He took her left wrist and stretched her arm
straight out on the bed. More chains and soon she was restrained.
“Any pain?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good.” He quickly stretched her right arm
out and the snick of another clamp to a chain told her she was
fully restrained. She felt his finger slip inside each of the
cuffs. “Any pain?”

“Not yet.”

He chuckled. “Such a pessimistic answer.” He
reached out and tweaked her nipple, which apparently had relaxed a
bit while her attention was focused elsewhere.

Anticipation of the sex to come had her
confused, though. She thought men like to have women do more than
just lie there when they have sex, although he certainly hadn’t
complained when he’d taken her on his desk the other night. She
didn’t suppose this could be misconstrued as the boring missionary
position by anyone’s definition, even if she was on her back.

“Permission to speak, Sir.”

“Granted.”

“How can I participate if I’m trussed up like
this, Sir? Don’t you want me to be able to move?”

“Oh, I expect your full participation,
kitten. Your screams will let me know you are fully engaged in the
scene.”

Her heart thudded against her chest and came
to a stop for a moment. “Screams, Sir? Wait! I don’t think…”

“Exactly. You don’t need to be thinking
anymore. You just need to focus on feeling all the things I’m about
to do to your beautifully submissive body.”

Oh, dear Lord.

Was he going to beat her like this? Have sex
with her? Hell, he could do anything he wanted to, couldn’t he?
Fear mixed with excitement. She’d never had a pain fetish. Still,
she felt more excited than fearful, perhaps because she trusted
Adam completely. Pain was just a part of his scene, wasn’t it,
along with rough sex? Her biggest worry was how she would respond
to pain. What if she disappointed him by not being a good
submissive?

Opened so fully to him, she felt the mattress
dip as he joined her on the bed again. When he sat on the mattress,
the nipple nooses stretched and pulled her nips.

“What’s wrong, kitten?”

She didn’t want to give voice to her
concerns.

“I asked a direct question. Are your arms
sore? Are you in any pain?”

“No, Sir.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “I
just…don’t want to disappoint you, Sir.” She ended on a whisper,
afraid to speak the words too loudly.

He stretched out over her, his warm breath
against her cheek, and whispered, “Why do you think you’re going to
disappoint me, kitten?”

“I’m not sure I like pain, Sir.”

“Who said anything about pain?”

“You said I’d be screaming, Sir.”

“Oh, make no mistake, kitten. You’ll be
screaming. Just not from pain.”

With that, he crawled back down the bed,
between her open legs, and pressed his lips against her inner knee.
Oh, no!
Karla tried to clamp her legs together, but, of
course, they didn’t move.

“No, Sir. Not that.” The other night, she’d
taken a shower just before their Shibari session. But she hadn’t
taken a shower since this morning.

“What did you say to me?”

“Sir, please, it’s just that I don’t want you
to…”

“It doesn’t matter what you want right now,
Karla.” Oh, no. He was upset with her. “You do not have permission
to speak unless I ask you a question. Do not give me any more
orders, and, most definitely, do not tell me to stop anything I’m
doing, unless you want to safeword. Is that clear?”

Tears pricked the backs of her eyelids. How
was this different from being a slave? She still wanted to please
him—and she’d failed yet again.

His lips pressed against her thigh and moved
upward, the stubble of his beard abrading her sensitive skin,
causing the opening of her pussy to clench and release in
anticipation. What a traitor her body was. She didn’t want him to
kiss her
there
and yet her pussy was ready to roll out the
welcome mat.

“I…um…, Sir, please. I need to wash myself
first.”

He sighed. “Don’t force me use a ball gag on
you, brat. That would make me unable to hear your delightful
screams.”

Her pussy clenched again. She remembered how
loud she’d gotten during the rope suspension. She hoped no one was
wandering around the house tonight.

“Stop worrying and give in to the explosion
that’s about to hit your senses, kitten. I, on the other hand,
intend to delight in the taste of your pussy.”

“No, Sir!” She needed to stop him before she
grossed him out. She pulled against the wrist cuffs, hardly
rattling the chains on her thighs and wrists. No use. She couldn’t
move.

Adam growled. “Did you just tell your Dom no
again?”

“No. I mean, yes, I did, but I really, really
don’t want you to do this, Sir.”

“Now you’re in no position to disagree with
me, are you?”

With herself splayed open and bound so
tightly, she certainly wasn’t.

“Women worry too much about how they smell
there. I assure you, I love to taste a woman’s primal essence on my
tongue.”

Something melted inside her. He liked it?
“Really? You’re not just being polite, are you, Sir?”

“No, kitten, when it comes to sex, I don’t
have a polite bone in my body. Now, I have a very hungry beast that
needs to be fed—by devouring your sweet, sexy pussy. But make no
mistake, you will be punished later for being so willfully
argumentative.”

Punishedt? She remembered the pain of the
nipple clamps and wondered if he had something similar in mind. But
he was torturing her nipples already—not nearly as much as they’d
feel tortured when he removed the nooses, though. Would the pain be
worse if associated with discipline?

His lips pressed against her thigh again and
she felt his teeth nip the tender skin as he continued to move ever
closer and closer. Karla held her breath and steeled herself for
the onslaught of sensations to come, still worried about his
reaction. He nipped her skin again and again. Closer and closer.
What if he bit her clit? Oh, surely he wouldn’t. She felt dizzy,
then realized she hadn’t drawn a breath in awhile. She sucked a
huge amount of air into her lungs. Her nipples grew taut, causing
the ropes to tighten around the swollen buds. She let her head fall
back onto the pillow and willed her body to relax into the
mattress.

Feel. Give in to the explosion.

Her clit throbbed, aching for some kind of
contact, but he didn’t provide the stimulation she craved. Instead,
his fingers spread her labia open and his tongue pressed
insistently against the opening of her pussy, then stabbed inside
her.

“Ohhh!” She couldn’t move her hips very well,
but used her vaginal muscles to strangle his tongue, eliciting a
tortured groan from him.

He pulled away. “You are determined to make
me come undone, aren’t you, little minx?”

She gasped for air, then panted like the pet
she was. “Payback, Sir, for torturing me like this.”

“Oh, kitten, I haven’t even begun to torture
you. But I think that would be appropriate, in due time.”

Adam was teasing her? She nearly let out a
giggle, before the threat of torture registered. His mouth
descended once more. At least, she hoped he was teasing about the
torture part, too. He pressed the backs of his hands against the
juncture of her thighs, then used his thumbs to spread open her
outer pussy lips. The cool air from the room, coupled with his
breath against her exposed vulva, caused her clit to tighten,
seeking in vain the warmth it had known within its sheltered hood.
But his mouth soon spread warmth from her pussy to her clit when
his flattened tongue licked her as if she were a melting ice-cream
cone.

“Oh, God!” The chains clanged as Karla fought
against the restraints. Thank God he’d used the restraints, because
she knew she’d have tried to escape him otherwise, or closed
herself off to his mouth. He’d taken away the ability for her to
deny him access to her most private self. He’d removed her need for
modesty or shyness.

Karla prepared for her personal
explosion.

Rather than grant her the explosive release
she sought, though, the tip of his tongue teased along one side of
her clit hood, flicking lightly over her mini erection, then teased
the other side of the hood. He nipped the inner flesh of her larger
labia, and his teeth nibbled at her inner lips.

“Oh, my God!”

The intense sensation caused her to struggle
against her restraints again, but whether to get away from him or
to position herself where he could finally give her clit the
attention it deserved, she wasn’t sure.

“I can’t last much longer, Sir. Please!”

His mouth left her pussy.
Shit
. She’s
spoken again. Was he making a list of all her naughty
transgressions? What kind of punishment would he devise? She
waited, but he didn’t reprimand her again.

“Give you what, kitten?”

Direct question. Okay to answer
. “You
know what I need, Sir.”

“Yes, but I want to hear you beg for it. Tell
me what you need.”

Beg? He’d reduced her to a quivering mass of
raw nerves and now he wanted her to beg for more? Oh, sure. She
could do that. Not a problem.

“Please, Sir. I need your fingers inside me,
your hot tongue on my clit devouring your kitten’s pussy, and then
I need you to drive your penis inside me over and over until you
have taken total and complete control of your subbie’s body and
mind.”

Adam’s breathing became labored. Had she gone
too far? Well, he’d asked her to beg for what she needed—and that
was exactly what she needed.

He didn’t say a word but she felt him move
and, this time, when his lips encircled her clit, he drew it into
his molten mouth. His teeth grazed the ultra-sensitive nubbin. Two
fingers plunged deep inside her.

“Oh, God, yes, Adam! I mean, Sir Adam.” Karla
fought to escape the restraints as her body tried to jettison off
the bed. “Please take me. Please make me come. I need you inside
me. Now!”

His fingers plunged in and out of her vagina,
then entered her more deeply and curled toward her pubic bone until
he touched a bundle of nerves that had been her undoing in the
Shibari suspension scene. “Sweet Jesus, yes! I can’t take anymore.
Oh, please, Sir! Oh, God, please! I need…”