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Soon Cal switched to a stiffer flogger. Lily cried out at the first stinging swat of the rigid leather tongues against her sensitized skin. The leather grazed her pebbled nipples and licked down the curved plane of her tummy. She sucked in her breath and tried to pull back to avoid the incessant flicks but it was no use. The chair’s tilted back made it impossible for her to escape Cal’s flogging.
Prickly heat erupted wherever the leather ribbons touched. Cal increased the tempo of his swats and allowed the stinging fingers to fall a little harder each time. When she felt the flogger’s kiss moving lower, Lily shivered. She yelped at the first slap of leather against her bare pussy. With her ankles pinned and thighs spread wide, Cal had total access to the dewy center of her sex and apparently had no intention to spare her most tender place.
Her first instinct was to shout out their safeword but she shoved away the urge, determined to conquer this new and frightening sensation. She panted and tensed before every smack of the flogger. Her hips shifted from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape Cal’s next swat.
And then she felt it.
Behind every stinging kiss there was the most delicious ripple vibrating her clit. Lily concentrated on that wonderfully electrifying sensation. In no time at all, she’d lifted her hips to meet every downward fall of the flogger’s leather tongues. This was the place she’d learned to accept as a submissive. The sweet agony of pleasure and pain threw her senses into overdrive. Every nerve in her body flared as she hovered on the brink of explosion.
When Cal stopped unexpectedly, Lily groaned with displeasure and immediately knew she’d broken one of their established rules. During these games they played, her position was simply to accept and never to dictate. Cal clicked his teeth and shook his head. Breathing hard and trying desperately to ignore the uncomfortable pulse of her pussy, Lily warily watched her lover to see what punishment he would choose.
As if sensing her stare, Cal selected a length of black silk and applied a blindfold. Her eyesight lost, Lily waited with bated breath, her body humming nervously. Cal’s fingers drifted over her breasts. In the next second, she experienced that all too familiar bite of a clothespin. A series of the wooden torture devices followed along the plump swell of her breasts.
As she acclimated to the pinching sensation, Lily felt her bottom drop a bit. With a push of a button, Cal had removed a center strip of the seat. It noiselessly slid down into the base and presented Cal with complete access to her naughty bits. Exposed to his mercy, Lily could only wonder what might come next. Her clit was still swollen and just a few flicks away from sending her into a screaming orgasm.
She stilled as Cal drew closer, his body heat penetrating her skin. His warm breath buffeted her neck. His sandalwood scent filled her nose. She moaned hungrily as his slippery fingers glided between the lips of her cunt and slid even lower to the pucker hidden there. She surrendered to his probing, allowing his fingers to relax her ass for his inevitable intrusion. Before Cal, Lily had refused to even consider that particular sex act. It was wrong and dirty.
Cal had shown her she’d been absolutely right. Anal sex was dirty—deliciously and naughtily so. And now she couldn’t get enough.
His fingers disappeared. A moment later, the blunt tip of a dildo prodded her ass. So that’s what was hidden beneath the seat of the chair! Cal had mounted sex toys in the compartment there. She could hear the whir of a motor as the dildo rose and fell.
Lily yielded to the pressure of the nudging dildo. It slipped inside and stretched her ring with each shallow thrust. Cal’s lips were on her neck, setting her skin alight with goose bumps as the motorized dildo fucked her ass. His mouth drifted lower, skimming between her breasts and peppering a line of kisses down to her navel. His tongue circled her belly button before zigzagging right down to her dripping cunt. Hands on her inner thighs, he traced her folds with his tongue.
She was on fire. The dueling sensations of being taken by the dildo and licked by Cal threatened to send her over the edge. She tugged on her wrist cuffs, fingers itching to rake through Cal’s hair, to hold his head there, just there, as she came against his mouth. She was close; so very, very close.
Cal’s tongue disappeared abruptly. Lily cried out and pumped her hips as the dildo penetrated her bottom again and again. He’d stolen her orgasm and she hated him for it. At the same time, she wanted to beg him to return, to flick his tongue against her clit just one more time. But he’d only laugh at her and find a new way to tease. Her predicament was simultaneously infuriating and thrilling.
Shaking with need, Lily blinked wildly as the blindfold was whipped free. She focused on Cal’s face, his stony expression betraying none of the amusement and pleasure she knew he must have been experiencing at her expense. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he caressed her cheek and pressed a kiss to her mouth. He nipped at her lower lip. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” Her strangled reply filled the room. “Please.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Soon.”
And then he was backing away from her and picking up his remote control again. The dildo buried deep inside her ass paused and a new silicone phallus prodded her pussy. She wiggled until it slid into place. Double penetration was fairly new to Lily. Cal had been training her over the last few weeks to accept both his cock and a dildo. Now she understood why.
With alternating thrusts, the dildos drove into her repeatedly. When Cal added another toy to the mix, an intimidating black wand with a tennis-ball-sized vibrator mounted on top, Lily went wild. There was no controlling her reaction. The buzzing ball pressed against her clit sent vibrating waves through her belly and down into her thighs. Her body tensed, toes curling, fingers clenching as she climaxed so hard she feared blacking out.
“That’s it, love. Come for me.”
She couldn’t deny him, not now, not ever. Undulating against her bonds, Lily rode out the shocking waves of her orgasm. Every thrust of the cocks amplified the experience until it was too much. She begged Cal to stop, to take away the vibrator, but even as she pleaded for mercy, she couldn’t bring herself to utter their safeword. The primitive, sex-crazed whore lurking deep inside her, the very essence of her id, had been set free. Lily was helpless to stop it now. This was going just as far as Cal cared to take it.
Just as Lily surged into another orgasm, Cal picked up a flogger and expertly flicked the leather ribbons against the clothespins clinging to her breasts. They snapped free and clattered to the ground. Lily shrieked as intensely sharp pain mixed with the unbelievable ecstasy of her forced climax exploded in her core. The flogger slapped against her flushed skin again and again. Her mind reeled as she swung from one extreme to the other. Pain. Pleasure.
Lily’s orgasms changed from separate events to one long and unending oscillation of bliss. She barely registered the disappearance of the vibrator and dildo that had been stimulating her pussy. The rubber cock remained in her ass, its speed kicked up a few notches. Cal’s fingers replaced the other dildo. He hovered over her, his knee wedged against hers on the lip of the chair, and finger-fucked her cunt until she thought she just might die.
“You know what I want.” His fingers bumped her G-spot relentlessly. His thumb massaged tight circles around her inflamed clit.
She shook her head. Embarrassment stained her cheeks even as she hovered on the brink of coming again. “I can’t.”
“You can.” His calm tone pierced the fever pitch. “And you will.”
And she did. Like before, she found it impossible to deny Cal. She surrendered completely to the almost irritating urge his thrusting fingers evoked. Screaming like a banshee, Lily squirted all over his hand, her juices running along his wrist and forearm. Cal growled with appreciation as she skyrocketed to a new place, a place of such intense ecstasy she couldn’t think, could hardly breathe. She was simply a vessel for the most rapturous sensations imaginable.
At some point, Lily blacked out, her mind simply unable to process the overwhelming explosion of orgasmic wonder. When she came to, her wrists and ankles had been freed from their bonds. Cal knelt between her thighs and lapped languidly at her, his talented tongue gathering her slick cream and teasing her into awareness.
With a heavy sigh, Lily reached down and ran her fingers through his fine hair. In the gentle moments like this, Cal showed her just how much he truly loved her. The contrast between this Cal and the man who sometimes subjected her to painful sensual tortures was as different as night and day—just as the girl who allowed Cal to dominate her was nothing like the no-nonsense, ball-breaking Lily who lectured on feminism to a hall of half-asleep undergrads three days a week. Theirs was a complex relationship and one she wouldn’t have traded for anything in the world.
“So,” Cal said, his lips brushing her inner thigh, “what do we think of my little contraption?”
Lily gave a purr of satisfaction. With an impish smile curving her mouth, she bent down and captured his lips. “I think we should have one built for you.”
Cal’s eyes lit up at her suggestion. He grinned and nipped at her belly. “You’d have to shine a hell of a lot of boots before you’d earn enough points to take the reins over me.”
“What can I say?” She shrugged and gave him a saucy wink. “I’m turning out to be quite the glutton for punishment.”
WITHOUT EYES
 
Terri Pray
 
 
 
 
 
 
S
usan paced across the bedroom, her heart racing. He was late. He was never late, so what was going on? He always called if something went wrong and he’d been delayed, so where was he? She glanced at the clock for the tenth time in the past twenty minutes. This just wasn’t like him. Had he been in an accident?
The sound of the car pulling into the driveway silenced her fears, for now at least, and turned them into something else. Anger. If he was all right, why hadn’t he called to let her know he’d be late?
“Susan?” he called out, the door slamming shut behind him. “Where are you?”
“Up here.”
Up here steaming and about ready to explode!
No, she couldn’t tell him that. Keep calm, keep focused, and don’t let him see just how angry she was. There’d be a perfectly good explanation as to why he was late. She had to believe that.
Tom smiled as he walked into the bedroom, holding a black and green plastic bag. “I brought something home for us.”
Shopping? He’d been shopping? “Where the hell have you been, I’ve been worried sick!”
He blinked and took a step back. “Where did that come from?”
“You’re late. You always call if you’re going to be late. In five years you’ve never missed calling me. I’ve been worried out of my mind.”
He flushed, then paled, looking away, the bag shifting from one hand to the other. “I’m sorry, I just got distracted. I had this idea and well…”
“You didn’t think!” Her hands itched. She’d never felt more tempted to smack him in her entire life. “You were thoughtless and didn’t stop to think how I’d feel!”
“Hey, I said I was sorry.”
“Do you think that makes me feel any better?”
His gaze narrowed as he tossed the bag onto the bed. “I had something planned for us both, but right now it looks like you need a lesson in respect. Or have you forgotten just who is in charge of this household?”
Her heart skipped a beat and she lowered her hands to her sides. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight, sir.”
“I should put you over my knee, but I have a better idea. One that will remind you of your place, my girl.” He tapped one hand against his thigh. “Go and shower, settle your mind, and return to me.”
Susan let out a long, slow breath. She’d gotten off lightly and she knew it, but still, she’d had a reason to be angry with him and maybe he’d taken that into account. “Yes, sir, and I’m sorry. I was just worried and then angry. I’ll try to do better.”
“Yes, you will.” The warning was all too clear in his voice.
She cursed herself as she turned and walked out of the bedroom into the bathroom, turning the shower on and closing the door. This was one of the few places where she was permitted a little privacy. Now she wasn’t sure if she’d be allowed to keep the door closed after the way she’d spoken to him.
A long shower. Maybe that would help? It couldn’t hurt. At least this way she could relax and forget her tension.
Steam curled upward, seeping over the top of the shower curtain, and she dropped her clothing into the basket before stepping into the warm water. She closed her eyes before turning her head into the water, enjoying the heated massage of wet fingers that played across her face.
Less than five minutes later she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a thick, warm towel about her body. It had helped. The hot water had washed away some of her tension, and she now felt ready to face him. She only hoped he wasn’t still angry with her—not that she wouldn’t have deserved it if he was.
With the towel dropped into the laundry hamper she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and knelt at the foot of the bed, her thighs spread, hands lightly placed on her still damp legs, her gaze lowered. A soft tremble washed through her body, her nerves threatening to get the better of her. She’d lost her temper, something she’d struggled with for years. Even though she’d had good reason, she knew better. She knew how to handle it. Ask instead of demand. Ranting and raving only meant she’d failed.
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