Second Base (17 page)

‘We’ve never had to. But this will be a lesson for both of us. Punish me.’

Karen turned. Her wrists remained in place as she swivelled, shuffling with her jeans around her ankles. ‘It’s BDSM, Sir. Bondage and discipline. Dominance and submission. Sado-masochism. Masters discipline their subs.’ That determined set returned to her jaw along with a sparkle in her eyes that had nothing to do with tears but the fierce independent streak that made her such an unpredictable submissive. ‘When we began, we promised honesty and openness. I betrayed that today.’

‘You were upset.’

‘That’s no excuse,’ she snapped. ‘It’s like the woman who says ‘I was drunk, I didn’t mean to sleep with those thirty men.’ It’s bullshit. Being drunk frees you, it doesn’t make you an idiot or turn you into someone you’re not. It makes you
more
like who you are. Same with being angry. Or scared. Or upset.’ She stepped forward, shuffling her dropped jeans across the floor. ‘I stepped out behind your back and I did it knowingly. Punish me.’

Dan cupped her cheek with a trembling hand. ‘I don’t want to hurt you. I’m angry, but we can work this out.’

‘We can,’ she agreed. ‘After this.’

He stepped back. On some level she was right, he knew that. But old memories made it difficult to accept. His mouth was suddenly dry, his shoulders hunched. ‘I don’t know if I can.’

Her gaze softened. ‘I’m not Beth. I know my limits. More importantly,
you
know my limits.’

‘But—’

‘I trust you, Sir.’ That said, she turned, linked her wrists and placed them on the wall again. With a flex of her stomach she bent forward, sticking her arse out towards him until her back was parallel to the ground, arms stretched above her head.

It looked uncomfortable. And sexy.

Dan bit his lip and touched her back. She shivered, but said nothing.

‘I’ll punish you,’ he whispered. ‘And just like any good punishment, once it’s over, the matter is done. I punish you, you accept it, we move on. Understand?’

‘Yes, Sir.’ The relief in her voice gave him strength to continue.

‘Good. How many times did you kiss him?’

‘I don’t know.’

He grunted and dragged his fingernails over her back. ‘You’d better remember Kaz, because it’s going to be important.’

‘Um . . . about five?’

‘
About
five?’

‘Okay six.’

‘Good. How many times did he kiss your breasts. No,
my
breasts?’

She gasped. ‘Lots—he wouldn’t stop. He touched them and kissed them and—’

‘Fine. We’ll guess that too. How many?’

‘Ten?’

‘Let’s go with that. It’s a good, round number. ‘ He stopped stroking her skin long enough to clear his throat. When he spoke again, it was the voice he used in the bedroom, the one that demanded instant obedience and expected nothing less. ‘Wait there. Don’t move.’

‘Okay.’

‘Excuse me?’ he snarled. Part of him still screamed in terror, but if he wanted to do this at all, it had to be done right.

‘I mean, yes, Sir.’

‘Damn right. I’ll be back.’ He left her there, bent over, hands braced against the wall.

Dan aimed for the draining board as he entered the kitchen, his fingers stroking over plates, cups and dishes before finding what he wanted. Picking it up, he carried the tool back to the living room. At the door he paused, hiding out of sight of Karen’s awkward position.

She hadn’t moved. Not an inch.

Once or twice her fingers flexed. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face and vanished into the crack of her lips. He saw her tongue flick out to lap it up.

God, I hope I can do this.

Though he said nothing, he knew she could tell he was back. Her entire body stiffened, every limb singing with fresh tension as he walked around her. When in range, he touched her back again. ‘I’m going to spank you with my hand ten times. One for each of Sith’s unauthorised kisses. You will count them.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ Karen trembled beneath him. Her skin grew warm beneath his fingers while her knees quaked as she fought to hold her position.

‘Then, I’ll use this.’ As he spoke, Dan positioned himself on her left side so she could see the tool he held.

Her eyes widened. ‘Seriously?’

‘Yes, Kaz. We don’t have a crop and whips draw blood if not used carefully. I’ve not had enough practise and you’re right; I know your limits. I don’t want you to bleed, but I
do
want you to feel you’ve been punished sufficiently for what you’ve done. So I’ll use this.’

‘A wooden spoon.’ Her voice was a shadow of itself. Then she rallied. Nodded. That gleam returned to her eyes. ‘I’m ready, Sir.’

‘Count. If you lose count, we start again. Move, we start again. If we get to the spoon and you lose count, we start again. Move, we’ll start again from the beginning with my hand. Understand?’

She whimpered. ‘Yes. Sir.’

‘Good. Get ready.’

Dan faced outward with his hip pressed tight to hers, right arm wrapped around her waist. He used the left hand to touch her exposed cheeks, stroking each one in slow, teasing circles. Each time his hands slowed, her thighs trembled and the muscles in her stomach bunched tight as she tensed for the blow.

When he smacked her, she shrieked and bucked against his grip.

His fingers tingled. His palm numbed. He waited.

‘One. Thank you, Sir.’

The thanks was an unexpected touch, but unsurprising. If Dan hadn’t already understood this punishment was more for her than him, it might have worried him. But he knew what he had to do. This was the only way to help her move on from what she saw as an unforgivable betrayal.

And yet she hasn’t said a word about Pete. I don’t deserve this woman.

He spanked her again.

‘Two. Thank you, Sir.’

By the eighth slap, Dan could no longer feel his fingers. He saw his hand rise and fall, but aside from the sharp crack of flesh on flesh, he barely knew it was happening.

Karen sobbed openly, shaking on trembling legs.

He braced himself, ready to take her weight if she fell, simultaneously fascinated and proud that she refused to lean against him.

Smack.

‘Oh, fuck, fuck, nine! Thank you, Sir.’

He bit his lip. Guilt swelled within him. ‘You’re doing really well, Karen. Last one. Ready?’

She didn’t answer, simply whimpered and thrust out her backside, that was redder than he’d ever known her skin could go.

Smack.

‘Ten! Thank you, Sir.’

The sound of her breathing filled the room. Hard and harsh in the ringing silence following the absence of slaps.

Dan forced himself to pick up the spoon. He took several deep breaths to steady his own heart and to let her recover.

She stopped twitching. The whimpers faded. A light tap against the small of her back brought her back to attention.

‘Ready?’ he murmured.

‘Yes, Sir. Do you want me to continue counting or start from ‘one’ to honour the new tool?’

He smiled. Typical Karen.

‘Start from one.’

‘Yes, Sir.’

The words barely left her mouth before he brought the head of the spoon down on her rear. He aimed for the meatiest part he could find, but she still jerked against him and bounced on her toes.

‘Fuck, shit, fuck! Fuck! One. Thank you, Sir.’

He lifted the spoon. Brought it down.

‘Two, thank you, Sir.’ Her legs trembled. For brief instants she sagged against his grip before righting herself.

Dan’s resolve wavered. ‘Tell me your safe words.’

‘I don’t need them.’

‘Do as you’re told!’

She straightened her legs. Made fists. ‘Take a break, orange. Stop, red.’

He relaxed, but not much.

‘I’m okay, Sir. Please, let’s finish this.’

Smack. Smack. Smack.

She screamed, dancing on her toes for several seconds. ‘Three, four, five. Thank you, Sir.’

Dan’s eyes tingled. He wouldn’t cry, but he wanted to. The heat coming off Karen’s body made his own back sweat. She trembled against his side, a constant hum of motion as she fought to hold her position.

‘I can’t do it, Kaz. Look at you. I can’t.’

‘You can,’ she whispered.

Despite his own reservations, Dan knew they had to finish. It was the only way. She would never forgive herself if she failed to take her punishment. With his arm tight around her waist, his hip braced against hers, Dan felt every shiver, ever tremor, every shudder. He looked at his handy work and saw faint ridges across her cheeks where the spoon had raised flesh.

He waited. Watching her hands for a sign, listening for a safe word. Neither came.

Nodding he slammed the spoon against her arse. The crack split the air. Her shriek followed.

Dan threw the spoon across the room. He heard a crash but didn’t care where it landed.

While Karen sobbed and burbled ‘six’ over and over again, he turned and took her by the shoulders, slowly lifting her into a standing position. She shrieked again, the change in position bringing a fresh round of tears to her eyes.

He wiped them away with his thumb.

‘I’m sorry Dan, I’m sorry. I’m so, sorry. I don’t want to cheat on you, I never did—I couldn’t—’

‘I know, Kaz.’ Fighting his own tears, he gathered her into his arms and let her cry against his shoulder. ‘It’s done now. We don’t need to talk about it any more, okay?’

‘I love you.’

‘I love you, too.’

Karen faced him, eyes red and puffy, cheeks tear stained. A small bubble of saliva pooled in the corner of her mouth.

Never had Dan seen her look so beautiful.

Gripping her chin, he held her in place and pressed a kiss against those full, sweet lips. ‘You were amazing. You
are
amazing.’

‘I didn’t do anything.’

He shook his head. ‘Let’s go sort out those welts.’

After she kicked off her jeans and knickers, Dan swept her into his arms. Though gentle, he sensed her discomfort and took her straight to the bedroom. ‘Lie on your stomach. I’ll run the bath.’

He filled the tub with lavender bath oil and a handful of salts. Thinking about it more, he grabbed a handful of candles and shut off the light. When he returned to the bedroom Karen lifted a bleary eye toward him. ‘What are you doing?’

He sat beside her. ‘I’m your Master. It’s my job to take care of you.’

‘I know. Thanks. The bath smells wonderful.’

‘Not just that.’ He checked her rear cheeks for broken skin as he spoke. ‘I’m talking about
all
your needs. Even the ones I don’t like.’

She sucked in a sharp breath.

‘I made a mistake tonight. I thought Pete would be the answer. He’s a man, he’s our friend, he’s safe. But he’s not what you want. And after tonight I don’t want you to want him. He loves you too, Kaz. I can’t believe I didn’t see that before, but he does. And I’m sorry I put you through that.’

‘It’s okay.’

He gave her a steady look.

‘Fine, it’s not, but you were trying.’

‘I need to try harder. No more half measures.’ Before she could question the comment he pressed on. ‘Tomorrow I want you to call Sith and invite him over.’

Karen flipped on to her back. It must have hurt like a bitch, but she didn’t even flinch. ‘Seriously?’

‘Yes. I want to talk to him. If that’s who you want, fine, but I want to meet him first.’

‘You don’t have to do this.’

‘I know. But I choose to. I want you to have everything you need. I want us both to be happy.’

Once more she looked ready to argue. Then an expression of peace and calm crossed her face. ‘Thank you.’

‘We need to talk about your dad too. You should call him.’

She stiffened. ‘I thought the punishment was over?’

‘I’m serious. He came here looking for you. I think he really wants to make things right. For your mum.’

Karen stared at the opposite wall for a moment. Sighed. ‘I’ll call him in the morning.’

‘Good girl.’ Smiling, Dan took her hand and helped her off the bed. When she stumbled against him, Dan picked her up once more and carried her into the bathroom.

Karen bit into another slice of toast and relished the soft ooze of butter through her teeth. She grinned and thumbed a drop off the end of her chin. ‘This is nice.’

Dan looked up from his laptop. ‘Good.’

‘Now I know why
you
like it so much.’

He glanced at her feet, then back up again. Grinned. ‘Don’t get any ideas.’

‘I won’t. Believe me, I’m happy like this. Are
you
happy?’ She directed the question at the figure on the ground. The hands against her instep paused their motions. ‘I didn’t say stop.’

The massage resumed. Slow. Sensual. Teasing every nerve ending until her entire body tingled with pleasure. It shot through every limb, every scrap of skin. She moaned, long and low.

Sith lowered his head before he spoke, careful not to look above knee height. ‘I’m very happy, Ma’am.’

Karen bent low enough to tuck a butter-greasy finger beneath his chin. When he met her gaze, she smiled at him. ‘Glad to hear it.’

He grinned. ‘How are your feet, Ma’am?’

‘Wonderful.’ Another flex of her legs and a cat-like stretch. ‘Are you sure you’re a barrister? More like a masseuse.’

‘I did six months of training in homoeopathy when I finished university.’

‘Man of many talents, aren’t you? Care you show me what else you can do with those hands?’ She groaned as he tucked one long finger between her toes.

‘Hell yes! I mean, yes please, Ma’am.’

Karen laughed. Tugging her feet free, she leaned down and dropped a gentle kiss on his forehead. ‘Never hide your enthusiasm, Sith. Ever. I want to know how excited you are. It makes me so wet you’d never believe me until I showed you.’

From behind his laptop, Dan cleared his throat.

‘Sir, I’m taking Sith upstairs now. Is that okay?’

‘Yes. Now tell me the rules.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘No coming unless you’re there to watch.’

He arched an eyebrow.

‘Fine,
I’m
not allowed to come unless you’re there to watch.
He’s
not allowed to come until
you
say so.’

‘Good. Sith, you may come.
If
she lets you.’

‘Thank you, Sir.’ Sith scrabbled to his feet, stumbling when the chains linking his ankles drew taunt and shortened his stride. ‘Thank you.’

Dan gave a dismissive flap of his hand. ‘Yeah, yeah. Go on. I’ll be there in a few minutes.’

He said it so casually that Karen nearly missed his meaning. Sith froze beside her and stared, mouth hanging slightly open. Karen swallowed and licked her abruptly dry lips. ‘You’ll what?’

‘You heard me. I’m joining you today.’

‘But you’ve never . . .’

‘I know. It’s about time I did.’ Dan leaned back, tipping his chair to balance on the rear legs. ‘I should be used to the idea by now.’

Sith gave a cry somewhere between a shriek and a whimper of joy. ‘What are you going to do?’

‘No idea. I’ll figure it out later. But first, these reports.’

Karen gave a cry of her own, lust mingled with excitement and terror. ‘Dan, I—’

He cleared his throat again.

‘Sir, I know I’ve been talking about it, but you don’t have to.’

‘Ha,’ he let the chair thump back into place. ‘It’s not about you, Kaz. Maybe I want to see how well we double team you.’

Oh, fuck . . .

Her body responded with a flush of heat that billowed down and flooded the junction between her legs. ‘Double team?’

A smirk. ‘Go on, Sith. Warm her up for me.’

‘Yes, Sir!’ He scrambled off his knees, adjusting himself within a tiny, lacy thong.

Spying his discomfort, Karen touched his cheek. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll get that off you as soon as we’re upstairs. If I knew you’d like it so much I would have made you wear it longer.’

He flushed. ‘I don’t normally wear women’s underwear. But it’s yours—and you already made it so wet—’

‘I understand. Come on.’ She clipped a lead to the big loop protruding from the plain, black collar around his neck. She led him up the stairs, moving slow to make sure he didn’t trip on the chains.

In the bedroom with the lights dimmed and the door closed, an unnatural twilight fell on the room.

‘Strip me.’ Though she tried to make the demand authoritative, Karen couldn’t keep the giddy glee from her voice. It never got old. Even after three weeks.

Sith moved closer, his body a dark smudge in the dim light. As her eyes adjusted, she saw the gleam of silver about his ankles and the soft, tartan slippers he wore to ward off the chill of the laminate floor.

Slippers and chains. What an excellent combination.

Sith’s hands trembled when they touched her. She held her breath.

He handled her as though she were a delicate sculpture of spun glass, one that might crack or splinter if used too roughly. First the corset, unlacing the ribbons at the back while breathing softly into her ear.

‘Tell me what you’re thinking,’ she murmured.

‘I’m thinking about how lucky I am, Ma’am. That I can’t believe I’m here with you. This is the most incredible—’

‘No. What are you
thinking
.’

He paused. ‘I want to feel your tits. I want to touch your nipples and wet them with my tongue. I want to see your body as I unwrap it like a present. I want to fuck you.’ His breathing quickened. ‘I want to feel your hot cunt juice all over my face and taste it as you ride my mouth.’

She gasped, grinding her thighs together. ‘That’s more like it.’

The corset loosened. She stretched and exhaled deeper than she had for the past two hours. The leather slid away from her body and her skin prickled in the cool air. Her nipples stood to immediate attention.

Sith groaned.

‘Touch them,’ she ordered.

He did, at once, gripping her breasts with both hands and squeezing so tight it ached. When she pushed back against him, the thong he wore did nothing to hide his erection. He pressed against her rear. Hot and so, so ready.

‘Good. Now the skirt.’

His hands lingered on her breasts before beginning the journey down. His strong hands skimmed her ribs, hips, then caught on the waistband of her skirt. He eased it down slow enough to tease them both. As the fabric inched over her thighs, Karen became aware of the slippery dampness between them.

The skirt hit the floor with a soft ‘whumph.’

She faced him.

His eyes widened as he saw her thighs. ‘Sweet Jesus. How long have you been wearing that?’

‘Since before you arrived. Why do you think the thong was so wet?’

As if on cue, Karen jerked forward with a low moan. The bullet wedged inside her gave a long, throbbing hum, vibrating at an intensity high enough to make the protruding antennae tremble between her thighs.

Sith caught her by the arms and held her steady. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s on. He turned it on.’

‘Dan did? It’s remote controlled?’

Karen managed a sly smile while fighting rising waves of pleasure. ‘You’re
my
sub, Sith, but I’m
his
. He’s always going to be in charge.’

Laughing, Sith clapped his hands together and raised them towards the ceiling, faking a gesture of prayer. ‘I love being part of your life, Karen.’

She gave him a two handed shove, giggling as he peddled his arms to save himself. The chains wouldn’t let him and he tumbled back onto the bed.

‘Wait a second—’

But she didn’t wait. She leapt onto his chest and sat there, pinning his arms with her knees.  ‘Now . . . what was it you called me?’

He finally caught on. ‘Sorry, I meant, Ma’am. Ma’am!’

‘Too late.’ Snatching a crop from the bed, she reached back and started swatting his thighs and shins.

He yelped and squealed and jerked around, but she leaned into him, squeezing his arms in place. The whole time her slit rubbed against his chest, slicking him up, while the vibrating bullet wedged inside her buzzed its pleasure song.

‘Please, Ma’am, please, please.’

She paused. ‘Yes?’

‘Let me make it up to you.’

‘You’re such a good boy. Go on then.’

Karen picked up a square packet of red foil and tore it with her teeth. The little sheet of latex flopped out and she pressed it against her pussy before wriggling her way up his body, shuffling up until her slit hovered above his open mouth. He licked his lips. Put out his tongue.

‘Make it good, Sith.’

Within minutes Karen found herself battling to hold off one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Sith’s tongue danced around her swollen lips, back and forth, up and down. First soft, then hard, fast, then slow. He teased her, never once settling on a rhythm that might let her work toward a true orgasm. Each time her thighs shuddered around his head, he pulled back, puffing air on her damp flesh until the dual sensations of hot and cold made her curse.

She reached back again with the crop, studding his thighs and crotch with light strokes. Each time the heart shaped head struck the front of those lacy knickers he groaned and thrust his tongue into her creamy core.

The bullet stopped buzzing.

Karen jerked her head up, dazed. In the half dark, she glimpsed the outline of Sith’s stunned features before a voice from behind sent a shudder racing up and down her spine.

‘Having fun, Kaz?’

She hadn’t even heard him come in.

Dan stood near the door, the remote for the bullet held at hip height. With deliberate, slow motions, he raised his thumb, then lowered it, pushing a button near the top of the remote. The bullet picked up with a slow, rolling ebb of vibrations, enough to be noticed but not much more.

‘I asked you a question, Kaz.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ The words stuck to her tongue. She had to swallow twice to get them out. ‘I’m having fun.’

‘Good. Then stop.’

Though she knew it was coming, the rush of disappointment was so strong she almost cried. Though she took as long as she dared, Karen raised her slit from Sith’s mouth and pulled the dental dam away.

Sith looked like he’d lost his favourite present.

She stood near the side of the bed, folding the square of latex into a small bundle that she dropped into the bin near the chest of drawers.

‘Good girl.’

Dan’s praise made the loss worth while.

She stared at his face, and even in the dim light, Karen found pride there. Love. Raw, animal lust.

‘Come here.’

Dignity and pride had no place. Karen ran to him, bobbing to her knees when in range. At this height the bulge in his trousers was clear. ‘May I suck you, Sir?’ she whispered.

‘God no,’ he laughed. ‘I’m so horny I’d burst through your throat. I’m going to fuck you.’

A thrill of pleasure burst in her belly and fanned outward, lighting every limb with the flame of lust. ‘What shall I—I mean how—’

He saved her from finding a way to ask the awkward question by putting out his hand. She took it and stood. ‘Sith, off the bed.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ The other man moved for Dan’s command in a way he never quite managed for hers.

Karen couldn’t help but notice the way his erection continued to fight for freedom, not at all daunted by the third party. If anything, he looked delighted to see Dan there. She shared the sentiment. Dan’s involvement was more than she ever hoped for and she shivered, overcome. Her hands fluttered as excitement got the better of her. ‘Sir?’

He raised a hand to silence her. Looked at Sith. ‘Sit on the floor at the end of the bed, legs out, hands behind your head.’

When Sith looked her way, Karen was ready for it. She pointed. ‘You heard him. Hop to it.’

He smiled, sat on the floor, laced his fingers and put them behind his head.

‘Good boy,’ she murmured, squeezing her thighs together. Dan’s hand against her hip reminded her of his presence. ‘And me, Sir?’

‘Stand with your feet on either side of his knees. Bend forward and brace your hands against the end of the bed.’

When she took the position described, Sith craned his head back to gaze at her, eyes wide and round. She kissed his forehead, grinning when his hands twitched. He wanted to touch her; his need burned hot and bright in his eyes.

‘Keep your hands where they are,’ she said. ‘Master didn’t say anything about touching.’

He groaned, long and deep from the back of his throat. One knee twitched to press against her foot.

His submission thrilled her. Gave her a sense of control and authority. She could do anything. Ask for anything. Say anything. Her mouth opened. She planned to tease him, to order that he watch but not touch. Then Dan arrived behind her and blotted out everything else.