Slapping Leather (7 page)

With the first blow from the paddle, Liz had
tumbled into the familiar embrace of subspace, confident that Alex would not
abuse the trust she gave him. Her entire ass was on fire, the heat radiating
into her pussy, her thighs, and her very swollen clit. Oh, god, when he rubbed
her clit the way he did, she had to bite down hard on her lip not to lose
control. Alex Wright knew exactly how to administer discipline, to create the
right level of pain for maximum arousal.

Her nipples were like hard diamonds and her pussy
throbbed, cream wetting her thighs. She wanted his cock inside her so badly she
was ready to beg for it.

Please fuck me, please fuck
me, please fuck me.

But she knew that the wait would be worth it. And
the discipline only increased the anticipation.

When she felt the hard length of the crop skating
over her skin, her entire body clenched.

Yes.

Alex Wright was apparently a master at
punishment, administering just the right amount of pain for the maximum amount
of pleasure. It had been so long. So long since she’d been in this erotic no
man’s land of total bliss. The remembered caress of the pain, the throbbing of
every pulse point in response…

Yes. This is what she’d missed.

The hard length of the crop came down on her ass
with a sharp bite, and a corresponding gush of arousal flooded her pussy. The
next stroke and the next. One burning cheek, then the other. There was no
rhythm, no cadence, so she couldn’t even anticipate when the next one might
fall.

And over it all, the insistent pulsing waves in
her cunt.

“Ten strokes,” he announced again. “Two more to
go.”

Whack! Whack!

Oh, god, she was on fire everywhere.

His mouth touched her ass, scorching her as he
trailed kisses over the tormented flesh. Then his tongue, a soothing swipe on
one side then the other. His hands slid across her buttocks, up her back, and
down her outstretched arms.

“Real good, Elizabeth,” he murmured, his breath
warm against her ear. “I think I’ll give you a little reward.”

Oh, yes, thank you, thank you.
Anything.

He released the cuffs on her wrists and massaged
each arm slowly before turning her over and lifting her so she was sitting on
the edge of the bed. His gaze raked over her body.

“You have the most gorgeous breasts.” Lust
thickened his voice.

He cupped the mounds in his hands, bent his head,
and pulled one nipple deep into his mouth. Liz had to fight against the wave of
desire that surged through her. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick
hair, but he hadn’t given her permission to do anything but sit the way he’d
placed her, so she balanced on her palms and prayed for control.

He took a long time with her nipples, first one
then the other. When at last he lifted his head, he slid his hands over her
hips to her ass and pinched the still burning cheeks.

“Red’s a good color for you,” he teased. Then he
stepped back and began to remove his clothes. “Don’t move. Stay just like that.
And look directly at my eyes.”

When he stood before her naked, she couldn’t stop
herself from dropping her gaze to take him in. His magnificent cock rose thick
and straight from his body, the heavy sac of his balls hanging below it against
his thighs.

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes locked
with mine. Bad, bad sub. Do you need another punishment session?”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just…” She clenched her
fists.

His smile was sensuous, and a wicked gleam shone
in his eyes. “I’ll forgive you this time. But only because you’re so good for
my ego.” He stepped forward and moved her slightly back on the bed. “For the
last forty-eight hours, all I could think about was how your mouth felt on my
cock. It pushed everything else from my mind.”

He stood between her legs, holding his shaft,
lightly stroking up and down.

“Th-thank you, Sir.”

“I want you to do it again, Elizabeth. But
tonight I don’t want to come in your mouth. Tonight I’m going to fuck your
cunt. But because you took your discipline so well I’m going to let you come
twice.” He stroked her cheek gently, rubbed his thumb across her lower lip,
then spread her thighs wide. “Sit just like that.”

She watched as he stepped to the table, studied
the items on it, and returned with a dildo in one hand and a set of clamps in
the other.

“These will look great on your nipples,” he
purred, placing the dildo beside her. He pulled each nipple in turn, rolling
and tugging before tightening the little gold vises on each one.

Liz bit her lip as the first streaks of pain shot
through her breasts, then sighed as the pleasure overrode it.

He nudged her onto her back, picked up the dildo,
and eased it into her very drenched pussy. She sucked in a breath at the
sensation, glad to have something, anything, filling her.

“Here’s how it goes,” he said, pulling her
upright again. “I’m going to turn this on, and while it does its work, you’re
going to suck my cock. But when you’re about to climax pull back. I will let
you come and then I’m going to fuck you and make you come again.”

He reached between her legs and pressed the
bottom of the dildo. The moment the vibrations began to rocket through her, she
knew it wouldn’t take long for her to crest. Alex put a hand on the back of her
head and urged it toward him. She took his erection in her hand and licked it,
swiping her tongue up one side and down the other before taking the length of
him into her mouth.

His hand kept her head in place, giving her no
chance to do anything but work him as hard as she could. An exercise in
discipline because the vibrator was driving her to a point of no return. She
felt every sensation throughout her body, even to her very sore ass. The desire
in her swirled and twisted. The more intense it grew, the harder she sucked his
cock.

Her entire body shivered delicately as pleasure
ripped through her, the walls of her pussy clutching and clamping at the
vibrating dildo. Sensations racked her from head to toe, and still his hand was
firm on her head, his cock filling her mouth. She tried to monitor herself so
she pulled back at the right moment, and when she felt ready to explode she
cried out around the thickness in her mouth.

“All right, Elizabeth.” He released her head. “Now.”

He tipped her back on the bed, her legs spread
even wider. He bent over her, watching her face, one hand massaging her clit.

Oh, oh, oh!

“Keep your eyes open, Elizabeth.”

She wanted to close them, but she didn’t dare, instead
keeping them locked on his face, flushed with erotic desire. His eyes hot and
demanding. Cresting the wave she crashed, spinning and whirling, her entire
body shaking. She tried again to squeeze her legs together, but Alex would have
none of it.

“Wide open, Elizabeth.” He stroked her clit over
and over while the dildo did its work. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”

She was still shivering with aftershocks when he
pulled the dildo from her, sheathed himself in a condom and, still standing,
plunged into her.

Oh, oh, oh!

He was so big. So thick. So enormous. She was
glad he’d made her come before entering her or she might have had trouble
taking him. But she was wet and soft and her pussy molded around him.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. “And grab
my shoulders.”

When she did, he pushed into her even deeper, his
hands gripping her tender ass. Her internal walls were still pulsing from her
unfinished orgasm, and he was pushing her toward the peak again.

“Get ready,” he whispered.

Using his strength to hold her against him, he
pounded into her, thrust after trust, riding her like a stallion with a mare in
heat. Her nipples cried out from the clamps, and his fingers tormented her
burning buttocks. But every part of her focused on his cock inside her and the
intense pleasure building and building and building. He seemed to know exactly
when she reached that point again.

“I’m there, sugar. Come with me.”

As if she could hold herself back. He drove into
her once, twice, his body stiffened and this time they spun out together. She
could feel the hot gush of his semen through the thin latex as he erupted, and
she was right there with him, drenching him with her own liquid.

She lost all sense of where she was. Of self. Of
anything except the powerful spasms gripping and shaking her until she thought
she would fly apart. Everything faded to black except this man, his cock inside
her, and the uncontrolled riot of sensations that plucked at every nerve and
muscle.

Alex held her to him, her body riding his, until
the last of the spasms had died away from both of them. Then he eased her back
down on the bed, slid carefully from her body, and went to dispose of the
condom.

When he removed the nipple clamps, he soothed
each tortured bud with his mouth through the first surge of pain. Then he lay
down on the bed, curling her against his chest while her heartbeat returned to
something like normal and her breathing evened out. He caressed her back, her
very sore buttocks, and her arm with incredible tenderness.

Then he cupped her chin, tilted her face to his,
and kissed her so thoroughly she felt it clear to her toes.

“I think I’ll have to buy the Hallidays a case of
their favorite wine,” he told her.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“If they’d never brought you here the other night,
none of this would have happened and I’d be missing something very special.”
His face sobered. “Do you trust me, Liz?”

Liz. Ah. They were out of D/s roles now. “Of
course. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t. Why?”

“Because I’d really like to see you outside of
Rawhide, but I sense something’s preventing you. Can you trust me enough to
step outside these walls and allow us to be just Liz and Alex?”

Put herself out there again? Be an idiot once
more? Uh-uh. No way.

When she didn’t say anything, he sighed, but then
he smiled. “We’ll just take it one night at a time. If I asked you to come back
here tomorrow night, would it be too soon?”

Three nights this week? Two weekend nights out?
Things were moving so fast here. And what if her staff was keeping tabs on her
comings and goings?

Alex brushed his mouth against hers and traced
her eyebrows with a fingertip.

“Don’t over think it, okay? Please?” He put his
mouth closed to her ear. “Besides, tomorrow night I want to fuck you with that
plug in your ass. And maybe have another treat or two for you.”

No, she couldn’t do it. Even though she wanted
to. But she didn’t want him to find someone else, either.

His arms tightened around her. “All right, Liz. I
won’t push it. I don’t want this to end before we really get started. But I
want to see you here next Tuesday. Nine o’clock.”

The Dom voice was back.

She sighed and swallowed a smile. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter
Six

It was early evening. Liz had showered away the
dirt of the day and put on her boxers and T-shirt she slept in. She was sipping
a glass of wine and wondering if it was wise for her to meet Alex again
tomorrow night when the phone rang.

“I’m just the messenger here,” Katie began, “so
don’t shoot me.”

Liz frowned to herself. “About what?”

“Alex asked Reece to ask me to call you and plead
his case.” She laughed. “God, are we in high school here? So anyway, here I am.”

“About what?” she asked again.

“First of all, let me assure you this has nothing
to do with whatever does or does not go on between you and Alex at Rawhide. So
let’s get that out of the way.”

“Katie, wait-”

But Katie rolled along as if Liz hadn’t said a
word. “He has not discussed any details of whatever’s going on between the two
of you, nor would he. If Reece didn’t check the sign-in sheets once a week, he’d
never even have known you went back to the club.”

Liz felt the knot in her stomach unclench. She’d
been worried about how to handle this part of her life when the place she went
to conduct it was owned by friends. So far no problems, and she and Alex had
been meeting three times a week for almost a month. She’d gotten to where she
anticipated these meetings more than she’d expected and was having to work very
hard to compartmentalize. Alex Wright was like a drug working its way through
her system, and she’d already been in that rehab once, thank you very much.

She caught some of her employees looking at her
with mild curiosity. After all, this was the first time she’d gone out in the
evenings since John died and she became the owner of the Lucky L, but she
pointedly ignored their silent speculation.