ROAR (60 page)

So close to coming.

So wet.

So ready.

A foil wrapper ripped open, and his penis probed against the opening of her vagina. She hadn’t expected their first time to be like this, but didn’t care. Having him inside her was all she wanted right now.

Fighting the urge to push against him for fear of further aggravating her nipples or getting out of position, she braced her hands on the floor. His cock spread her open more, inching inside—until she heard a plopping noise.

What the—?

When the vibrations began, she clenched her fists. He’d made her think he was sheathing himself with a condom when he’d only intended to stick a vibrating egg inside her?

The man loved his mindfucks. And her mind had been sufficiently blown this time, too—although he’d have to work hard to surpass the wax and ice scene.

She sighed, but the vibrations soon ramped up her excitement again. She hadn’t been given permission to come—and to avoid another rice counting consequence or worse, she’d endure the last two blows with the damned egg thrumming inside her.

The next swat came from the beer flight paddle she now loved so much. It landed over her vagina, pressing the egg against her G-spot ever so briefly. “Oh!” Her entire body felt electrified. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to count still, but once she regained her senses, she did so anyway. What number were they on?

“
Achtzehn, Herr!
Danke schön
!”

His chuckle made her smile in the hope that he would deliver the final swat with a little more force and give her that thrill again.

But his words dampened her joy. “Sorry, Sprite. That was actually number seventeen, not eighteen. You’ll have to backtrack in your numbering, and I’ll keep trying to deliver your two reward swats until I receive the appropriate responses.”

The vibration of the egg increased and took her breath away just before he delivered another swat, this time closer to her clitoris, landing in such a way as to have her clit in the center of one of the holes, accentuating the pressure and excitement.

He still hadn’t given her permission to come. Would she be able to hold on much longer?

Don’t delay!
“
Siebenzehn, Herr!
”

Slap!

The final blow landed seconds later directly against the egg again. Rather than lift the paddle off, he pressed it hard on the egg, firmly pressing and holding it against her G-spot. Her legs shook uncontrollably, the nipple clamps twisting in delicious waves of pain.

“Ah-ah-ah-
achtzehn, Herr! Ohhh!
” She screamed the last word as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. She couldn’t hold back any longer. “
Bitte
. Please, Sir! May I come, Roar,
Herr
?” Her mind fractured between the two languages, but she couldn’t form a coherent thought any longer if her life depended on it. She prepared to ride the crest of what would be an amazing orgasm.

Until the pressure stopped, along with the egg’s vibrations. Not the answer she’d hoped for. “I’ll determine when the time is right for your release, Sprite.”

Bastard
. She knew that word meant the same in both languages but gave it a German accent in her thoughts.

Roar’s hand lightly stroked her burning ass, so lightly he caused goose bumps to rise, only bringing the pain to the forefront and intensifying it. Was he trying to dampen her enthusiasm? Test how far she’d go before using her safeword? She wanted her ultimate reward—an orgasm.

The timer dinged.

“Let me help you up, maid.” He grasped her around the waist and did most of the work in bringing her upright, careful not to drag her nipples against the chaise. She swayed as dizziness overcame her, whether from the rapid change in position or her near orgasm, she wasn’t certain. He didn’t let her go until she nodded that she would be able to stand on her own.

The loss of his body heat signaled that he had walked away, but she didn’t turn or raise her gaze to see what he had in mind next. His silk tie landed on the bed, followed by his shirt, suit coat, and slacks.

He seemed to be in a hurry. Did that mean… He faced her and pressed his lips to hers. All too soon, he pulled away. “Be brave for me, Sprite.”

The moment she’d been dreading had arrived. He reached down to rub his thumb over one tortured nipple. Could she take the pain without screaming like a baby?

“You’ve handled these bamboo clamps very well for the first time. I’m proud of you, Sprite.”

The euphoric rise in emotions at his praise gave her a natural high. She still wasn’t sure if pain might be her thing, but she’d enjoyed it with him.

“Brace yourself.”

Before she could even catch her breath, first one pair of skewers then the other was simultaneously released. Oddly enough, there was no pain at first. “Sir, please…” She had no idea if she wanted to beg him to stop or to do something more, but when the blood rushed back into her nipples all at once, she screamed despite her best intentions.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Did I just say fuck in front of Roar?
A burning sensation blazed through her chest and into her shoulders before moving down into her genitals.

“That’s it. Take the pain for me, Sprite,” he coaxed, gently rubbing her sore nipples.

Suddenly, something snapped in her head in a moment of total clarity. “I will gladly take the pain from you, Sir.” Her words made no sense, and yet accurately described this feeling.

He tilted his head and furrowed his brows, but continued to play with her nipples until the pain was replaced by excitement. Before she could analyze anything further, Roar sheathed himself in the condom he must have opened a moment ago.

He pressed her body backward, easing her onto the length of the chaise lounge. The scratchy crinoline grated against her sore butt in a delicious way.

“I promise our next time will be slower, but I need to be inside you, Sprite. Spread yourself open for me.”

Yes! Finally!

She smiled up at him. The last thing she wanted right now was a slow hand—or cock, for that matter—after waiting so long for this moment. As she drew up her knees, he pulled out the egg and let it drop to the floor. Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his cock against her opening. This time she knew it was him and not something else.

“Eyes on me, Sprite.” She opened them and stared directly into his. “Don’t ever forget that I love you. This is right and we’re right where we’re supposed to be.”

She nodded. “Always.”

His delicious weight came down on her. Her nipples stung at the friction with his chest hairs. When he drove himself into her in one fluid movement, she gasped. Her well-spanked butt rubbed against the crinolines, adding to her state of frenzy.

So full. Even better than she’d imagined.

“You feel so good wrapped around me. Hang on, Sprite. I am about to send you over the edge. But do
not
come until I say you can.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He withdrew almost to the tip and rammed himself inside her again. Soon, they found a pace that left them both breathing hard and kept her on the edge of exploding. But she waited.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” The position tilted her pelvis, and he slipped his finger between their bodies to rub her clit.

“Come for me, Sprite.”

He began pumping in and out of her again. In a perfect storm of sensations, the combination of his cock pressed against her G-spot and his finger against her clit made her world explode. “I’m coming!” She actually saw stars! “Oh, God! Don’t stop! Come inside me, Sir!”

She realized she was topping him—
literally
from the bottom this time—but perhaps the infraction would be forgiven in the heat of the moment. Caught up in his thrusts again, she heard him utter what could only be described as a roar as he came inside her. His orgasm seemed unending as he continued to thrust and withdraw then thrust again. Her sensitive clit protested, but she wouldn’t ask him to stop. He needed this release.

When the world ceased its spinning, a million emotions bombarded her, and she began to shake—arms, legs, her very core. He withdrew from her.

Tears swam in her eyes.

“Satisfied tears, I hope,” he said.

She nodded her head. She’d just had an amazing orgasm following the most intense, mind-blowing scene with Roar. “Very satisfied.”

He kissed her. “That was incredible for me, too. I need to dispose of the condom. Are you okay? Do you need to go to the bathroom first?” She shook her head and watched him walk away, his tight buttocks a beauty to behold. He ought to be a model in the anatomy class at The Denver Academy.

Then again, no. I don’t want to share him.

He returned and helped her to her feet before slowly undressing her before scooping her into his arms to carrying her to the bed. “We’re going to have aftercare in bed tonight.” He pulled the sheet and duvet up to her shoulders.

Pamela closed her eyes and smiled, waiting for him to join her. He crawled into bed and pulled her against his rock-hard chest. His arms around her upper body wrapped her in a cocoon of sated bliss.

When he didn’t speak, she opened her eyes and turned toward him. The smile on his face warmed her heart.

“‘Thank you’ are probably the two lamest words right now, but that was amazing,” she said.

“Pamela, I’d hoped to make love with you the first time in this bed and a lot slower. The intensity of your surrender and trust blew me away.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me, Sir. I think we were both ready and to wait another instant wouldn’t have been us living in the moment as we’re striving to do.”

“Nice try, Sprite, but there will be times when you’re very much in the moment and wanting to come when I’ll delay your orgasm.”

She groaned inside, not sure she could have held out much longer tonight.

“Even before the sex, Sprite, you were taking everything to a new level, open to anything I wanted to try. Thank you.”

She grinned. “I think that was a big part of my reaching the eye-opening moment.”

“Which moment is that?”

She still had no words to describe it, but wanted to reveal what had happened in a flash of an instant. “After you removed the clamps, when you asked me to take the pain for you, something was branded across my brain. Not that I was simply taking the pain of the bamboo clamps, but that…” She chewed on her lower lip.

“You knew you were safe with me, Sprite, which helped you let go like that.”

“I suppose, but…” What had she been on the edge of realizing before her world exploded? “Maybe I…”
Oh! What
was
it?
The self-realization lay just beyond the reach of her mind.

“Maybe what?”

She groaned. “I don’t know! My mind is mush. It’s right on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t formulate the words.”

He leaned forward, kissed her, and then pulled her head into the crook of his shoulder. They lay in silence for an undetermined time, his hand playing with her sore nipples.

“I know I can become the best submissive I can be under your guidance and sure hand.”

“You’re already the best you can be, but I know over the years we’ll be able to—”

“It started out like any other scene, but ended so…differently.”

“Well, we did have sex for the first time.”

“Even before that. It happened right after you removed the clamps. I’m having trouble putting it into words,” she admitted with frustration.

“Could it have anything to do with this?” He lifted her left hand and indicated the bracelet he’d placed there earlier this evening.

Had his profession of love been the thing to take her trust to a whole new level?
Yes!
In her heart, she knew that had to be the difference.

“I think it could be.”

“Go back to the scene in your mind. At that point, what were you thinking? Feeling?”

She thought back. “I was elated that the nipple clamps were about to come off.”

He chuckled. “Then what?”

“You asked if I could take the pain for you and—” She bolted upright in the bed and faced him. “My God! That’s it!”

He looked puzzled. “Explain.”

“Everything about tonight was different. I focused better—still not perfectly, but better. I trusted you completely. I surrendered my entire self to you!”

He smiled. “That you did. I could see it in your demeanor and body language.”

“Before I met you, I’d only been playacting at BDSM. But the level of trust I’ve felt for you from the beginning, from that reassuring nod during the anatomy class to the way you took me on for training with the sole purpose of meeting my needs, assured me you wouldn’t harm me.” The happiness in his eyes warmed her heart.

“But this time, Sir, the pain was different, too. Even though I didn’t really enjoy the crop, you wanted me to experience it and I did. Only I didn’t just take the pain
for
you, I took it
from
you as well.”

He eased himself onto his elbow and propped his head in the palm of his hand. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“It’s so hard to explain. It was the strangest sensation, but in that instant right after the clamps were removed—when an intense wave of pain coursed through my body as if on an electrical current—I visualized me drawing
your
pain away from you and into me. The years of pain, of loss, of loneliness.
All
your suffering coursing through me.”

She lay down again and scooted closer, lifting her hand to cup his cheek. “Kristoffer, no one who has never been in your shoes can ever know what you’ve been through, but if what I felt was even a tenth of what it must have been for you, I—”

Tears welled in his eyes. She wasn’t sure she understood it still, but couldn’t go on. She’d made him cry, not her intention at all.

“Sprite, saying that you surrendered yourself to me as a receptacle for my misery, draining my body of those emotions, well, that’s just about the most incredible thing a submissive can do for her Dom—or a woman for her man.”

She stroked his face from temple to jaw. This man meant more to her than life itself. “I’ve hated seeing you aching, Sir, and being unable to comfort you.”