PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (12 page)

He was already a little too hot and ready to come. She didn’t know if it was possible for him to orgasm without further manual stimulation but she decided not to take any chances. She wouldn’t put anything past a man like Jake Stone.

‘I’m going to take a little break now. So you just wait there and think about what you’ve done.’ That should be enough to keep him on the edge, she decided happily.

He was going to have to listen to her masturbate in the other room, even though she wouldn’t let him watch her do it. Personally, Cally couldn’t wait a moment longer to orgasm. She left the door ajar and went through to Jake’s bedroom and lay on his bed. She massaged her breasts for a moment before focusing attention on her nipples again. Jake’s saliva still covered and cooled them, making them easier to stimulate in a powerful enough way to make her clit sing. Her fingers rapidly found their way between her thighs. She was wet, through, as she knew she would be, with viscous moisture that flowed thickly from her hot cunny. While the fingers of one hand teased around her swollen clit, the other hand reached for the shiny pink dildo she had found earlier, with a number of his sex toys in the living room.

Cally called out to Jake. ‘I found your little stash of fuck toys, Jake. I’m so hot and horny I’m using the biggest one on me. Oh Jake,’ she panted, ‘I’m pushing it in my vagina now. Don’t you wish you could watch me?’ She paused as much to lose herself in the moment as for the effect the delay would have on Jake. ‘Mmm. It feels so good. In and out. In – and – out. Oh God. Oh yes.’

It did. Her pussy had been quietly screaming for a big hard object to be rammed inside it. It was essential after having to look at Jake’s willing cock but not be able to avail herself of its services. Hell, it was almost as much a torment to be the dominant partner as the submissive one. Almost.

Jake had been quietly listening to her noises and her words intently. She just knew he liked what he was hearing but hoped he was suffering too. He just had to know she wasn’t acting.

He called out to her. ‘Cally, don’t do that, honey.’ He sounded like a dying man whose last hopes were fading fast. ‘I can help you with what you need. A real, hot cock, ready to service you, has got to be better than cold, dead plastic, any day. I’ll fuck your pussy good, Cally. Fast and mean.’ Desperate.

Cally allowed her only response to be the loud noises she made, yipping and mewling and finally screaming as she came hard, thrusting the dildo in minute, rapid movements, between her thighs. Picturing Jake fucking her, just the way he said it. Fast and mean.

Slowly returning from the euphoria, she hoped Jake was in an agony of needing, like she had been when he was in control. Her breathing slowed, her limbs felt soft and heavy.

Cally walked to the shower, washed, and put on the silky wrap she had ordered as her choice of clothes. She tied it open across her body, exposing her breasts and groomed mound to his eager sight when she returned.

She brought back a large crystal glass full of iced water from the refrigerator, sipping it as she walked. She held the glass to Jake’s lips, parched from all the heavy breathing he’d been doing. She remembered that feeling well enough. Cally knew she looked calmly sated, the complete antithesis to Jake. His heated gaze tore across her body and his cock was as rampant as before.

‘Let me help you with your problem.’

Any hopes of true relief were dashed as she trickled icy water over his hot cock. He ground his teeth together as the torture slowly continued until the glass was empty.

‘There, isn’t that better?’ Even Cally could see it hadn’t helped much at all, but her pretence was part of the fun. ‘Aren’t you going to thank me?’ Her hand reached for the whip again. It halted as he responded, albeit ungratefully.

‘Thank you, mistress. You are ever mindful of my needs.’

‘Take care, Jake. I recognise irony when I hear it. You know you like this but I will stop playing with you, if you don’t play properly. And you know you want to fuck me too, don’t you? Real bad.’

‘Yes, mistress.’

‘Then say it.’

‘I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you real bad.’

‘This is not about what you want, Jake. However, I am not an unreasonable mistress. I might let you – if you please me enough.’ There. She had said it. She had used the same terms as he had.
Please me and then I’ll let you come
. She could see from his expression he both admired her apprenticeship and equally resented the control she exerted over him.

‘I know you want it, Jake, but I think it’s time I punished you for thinking you could control what happens. How dare you call out to me when I am pleasuring myself? If I choose plastic to pleasure myself with, instead of your subservient cock, it is not for you to question.’

Cally recovered one of the items she had returned with, dropping them discreetly behind him. ‘Such a little cache of fuck toys you have in your apartment, Jake. Now I wonder who you use them on. But I’m going to use them on you. I’m going to start by punishing your nipples. You know what that feels like, don’t you? No? Let me enlighten you.’

Cally brought a set of nipple clamps forward and held them out in front of her. She liked to tell him what she was about to do, remembering, herself, the mind-fuck of anticipation.

She squeezed the first spring-loaded clamp to open its savage jaws and grazed the teeth down his chest over his nipple. His pectoral muscles were so tight and bulging and his nipple such a hard little core that she knew she would have to press the clamp deep into his flesh to gain purchase. Jake gave a satisfying hiss of discomfort as she let the strong spring mechanism clamp shut. It held on to his pink tip with a terrier’s bite.

‘There, wasn’t that nice of me, Jake, to give you such firm stimulation?’

When he didn’t immediately respond, Cally gave the clamp a brief twist. She knew already what that would feel like.

‘Very nice of you, Mistress Cally,’ Jake ground out between his teeth.

‘As you appreciate my attentions so very much, I will attach the other side to this poor neglected little nipple.’ Cally stroked her fingertips softly over his hard nub, then replaced them with her mouth for a moment to lick and suck, wetting his flesh well.

‘OhCally,’ Jake groaned.

She whipped up her head. ‘How dare you speak to me in that over-familiar manner?’

She snapped the clamp on his remaining nipple as roughly as she could. It was obvious to her that he noted the difference between one action and another. The clamps had a good, tight hold on his body, so Cally tugged firmly on the chain between them, pulling his nipples forward. Jake followed them to the limits of his restraints, an expression of torment crossing his features.

Strangely, Cally felt an echoing thrill through her own nipples, in memory of her time under the harsh treatment of similar instruments of torture.

‘Thank me for correcting your errant ways,’ she commanded, tweaking the chain intermittently.

Jake was breathing through the pain, easing through the pleasure it brought him. She doubted his cock had been so hard, for so long, without him being able to do anything about it. Welcome to the world you created for me, Jake Stone.

‘Thank you, mistress.’

Cally gave that throbbing cock a firm stroke inside her closed fist. She knelt down to tease the tip and ridge with her tongue, until he demonstrated he was enjoying it too much. She had no intention of letting him come so soon. She wanted to use it to pleasure her first, somehow. Standing back she admired the tableau she had created. He was one attractive man. A real stud. Cally found herself wishing he was really her sex slave. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of playing around with him, or of letting him play with her.

Despite her earlier masturbation, Cally was feeling horny enough again to want to come. Now she could see the game from Jake’s former perspective. No wonder the poor bastard had to keep yanking his pole. It was hard not to get stimulated and aroused when you got to do anything you wanted to someone who could not deny you. She felt her pussy creaming at the thought.

For a moment she wondered if she could release one of his hands and command him to use it to pleasure her pussy. But she thought, maybe, it wouldn’t be such a good idea. She might lose the control she had gained, and she didn’t think he would let her do this to him twice. She would have to make the most of it. And then what?

Then, she’d probably better run. He would so make her pay for this.

Cally no longer found the prospect as frightening as she did exciting. She knew he wasn’t going to really hurt her.

‘Now, do I think you need another beating, Jake?’ Cally wondered aloud, as she wandered around him. ‘Or perhaps I can think of other things that you need for your sex slave education.’ Her eyes lit on the anal plug. Her own hole twinged in memory of the tight insertion he had made her endure and the butt-fucking, as he called it, which succeeded it. Her cheeks grew warm and she was glad she was standing behind him. He might just see how much she enjoyed it.

She picked up the rubber bung and the bottle of oil. She let him watch her smother it until it was glossy and ready. His eyes were fixed on it, his mind no doubt working out the rest. Moving around him again, Cally let her oily fingers slide between his buttocks, searching out his anal entrance and paying lots of attention to making it ready. Cally knew she wasn’t as strong as Jake. She remembered the pressure he had exerted to force the plug into her own tight bottom and wondered if she would be able to do the same to him. She wasn’t certain when she regarded the powerful muscles of his buttocks.

The soothing slick of her fingers had relaxed him for now and she pushed an exploratory finger inside his butt-hole. His resistance was only initial and minimal. He liked it. She could tell from the sounds in his throat, his intermittent breathing and the gentle twitching of his hips. She withdrew her finger, locked two together solidly and re-entered with both digits. She pushed them hard and far into his anus and let her other hand drift around his hip to squeeze his cock, hard. He liked that even more.

Jake gave a quiet moan demonstrating his enjoyment of her violation.

‘Don’t enjoy this, or I might find I have to stop,’ Cally reminded him. ‘We are not here for your pleasure, but mine, remember?’

If the little jerk of his cockin her hand was anything to go by, her words were completely in vain. He got plenty of pleasure from it. ‘Do I have to stop and beat you, Jake?’ she enquired.

‘No, mistress. I’m sorry.’

That was the first time he had apologised without her prompting. The horny bastard liked her delving around in his arse and didn’t want her to stop her probing. She could get mileage out of the knowledge. ‘If you show me any sign of pleasure again, then I will stop and leave you to cool off for an hour or two. Am I clear?’

‘Yes, mistress.’

Cally could see the concentration he was exerting to try and prevent his body signalling its enjoyment. His teeth were clamped together to avert any moan of delight escaping. God, she got such a buzz out of controlling the great beast. As much as she got out of being dominated by him.

She picked up the anal plug and worked it between the great muscles until it rested against his sphincter. She twisted it around to deliver the oil where it would be most effective. With supreme concentration she screwed and drove it in, until the smallest part rested firmly in place, unaided. She left it without further stimulation while she walked around and massaged his balls with her oily hands, as a reward. Cally made sure not to touch his surging cock, as she thought he was too near the point of no return.

She purred a couple of words of encouragement before returning to her task. ‘I want you to take more than that, Jake.’

Feeling the power of her initial victory, Cally again rotated the object, pushing firmly, stretching his anus until a further segment slipped inside. She heard a grunt come from between Jake’s lips but ignored it. She remembered the acute feeling of pressure and fullness she had got when he had inserted an anal plug into her. There was a fear and a thrill and, over-riding everything, an exquisite sensation of sexual tension that blurred the focus at the usual centres of orgasmic delight, even while it heightened it.

Her last effort was the hardest. It took all her concentration and muscular power to impel the anal plug further in. This one, she knew, made Jake really appreciate the feeling of being butt-fucked. His sounds were of pleasure overshot with a frisson of discomfort. Good. Let him stay like that.

Cally knew that if she so much as breathed on his turgid cock, he would come like Vesuvius erupting. So that ruled out her little fantasy of climbing like a pole-dancer over his body and impaling herself on his unyielding cock. She had pictured riding his pole up and down until she came, then leaving him bereft and unsatisfied, the way he had done with her. Some things still weren’t equal between the sexes.

She felt quite angry. Ready to make him suffer. To let him stay there, for an hour or two, with his tantalizing anal plug inserted, his nipple clamps surging electric shocks every time he stirred and his hands tied well up out of harm’s way. A smile of satisfaction crept over her features. She would go and watch some TV and maybe even bring herself to orgasm again, all the while knowing Jake was horny as hell and unable to do a damn thing about it. Finally, she would get some revenge.

That thought reminded her of why she was here in the first place. Hell, she’d quite forgotten all of that, in the delicious fantasies she had been indulging in.

She’d already searched the apartment and the office and found nothing but the photographs of naked, bound women. Was she missing something? Some vital clue to what the hell was going on around here? Perhaps the only way to find what she sought was to torture Jake Stone in earnest, until he revealed everything she wanted to know. She would have to think about that one later.

First, she had to tell Jake what he had in store over the next few cold, lonely hours. Abandonment. The delirium of wanting but not getting. Poor sucker.