To the Edge (Hideaway) (2 page)

She
jumped as the door opened, and there he was.

‘Keep
your eyes on the wall ahead,’ said Agent Aaron.

Master
Dan shut and locked the door behind him, and dimmed the lights. ‘Agent Jake
tells me you’ve done as I asked.’

Even
now, she fought the urge to move away as she heard him walk up behind her. She
snuck a glance out of the corner of her eye. He looked every inch of his 6’2
frame, and thrillingly intimidating with it. And he was all hers for the night.

And
she was all his.

She
forced herself to focus on his eyes, which were warm and kind. ‘Yes, Sir. I
haven’t been to the bathroom for six hours, and three hours ago I drank five
glasses of water.’

He
kissed the top of her head. ‘Good girl. I imagine you’re pretty uncomfortable
by now.’

‘Yes,
Sir.’

‘Then
I think we need to get you out of those clothes. Keep your hands on the wall.’

His
arms slid around her, gently pulling her back against him, hugging her for a
few moments. She let out a sigh of utter happiness, and felt her tension melt
away. He kissed her ear, and moved back.

His
hands dropped to the hem of her t-shirt, and pulled it up and off. Nimble
fingers worked the clasp on her bra, and that came off too. Then her sneakers.

Finally,
her jeans. He had her against the wall, assuming the position in nothing but a
diaper. She
really
shouldn’t be turned on by this. But she was. Oh, God
help her, she was. And she knew that here, now, that was totally fine. The
freedom of it was exhilarating.

And
she loved him for making that possible.

He
picked up her jeans and held out her clothes. ‘Take these,’ he said to the men
by the door. ‘Put them in a locker for Ms Reilly. Then come back and stand
guard
outside
the door.’

‘Yes,
Sir,’ said Master Aaron. The door closed and locked behind them.

‘If
you’d wanted to see me, you could’ve just asked,’ she said, careful to keep her
tone light.

‘I
could, but what’s the fun in that?’ he said.

She
began to turn to him, but he kept her as she was.

‘Stay
relaxed, keep your hands on the wall,’ he said, in a low voice.

She
nodded, and he peeled back the tabs holding her diaper closed. The soft, thick
material crinkled as he pulled it away from her and inspected it.

‘No
urine,’ he said, cocking an eyebrow, ‘but it
is
wet.’

‘Yes,
Sir.’

‘Did
you enjoy taking your medicine?’

‘Yes,
Sir. Thank you.’

‘Agent
Jake reported that you were very cooperative, except for two things.’ He
removed her hands from the wall, grasped her shoulders, and turned her to face
him.

She
tried not to grin too stupidly as she was able to see his face at last.

His
look remained stern. ‘You resisted my men when they went to strip you, in an
attempt to conceal the pacifier in your rectum. Why was that?’

‘I
was embarrassed. I’d been asleep, and they were all wearing SWAT gear, and
that’s been our thing, between you and me, and – ’ She fell silent.

‘Okay,’
he said. ‘I see. I’m glad you use the pacifier. Was it an aid to sleep, or
masturbation?’

‘Today,
just sleep, Sir. I was a little nervous about coming here, and I thought it
would help.’

‘You
were nervous?’

She
smiled, avoiding his gaze. ‘I’m always nervous before a session, Sir.’

‘Nervous
in a bad way, or a good way?’

‘A
good way, I think.’

‘Is
there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?’

‘I
don’t think so, Sir. It’s just me. But thank you for offering.’

He
nodded thoughtfully. ‘All right. I’m going to ponder on that one. Moving on,
Agent Jake told me you were resistant to wearing the diaper.’

‘Again,
a little embarrassed, Sir.’

He
nodded. ‘I understand that, but the fact remains that a Dom gave you an
instruction, and you told him ‘no’ without offering a valid reason.’ He looked
at her steadily. ‘That reflects poorly on both of us, and later you’ll be
punished. But for now, let’s give you some relief.’ He walked over to the
forbidding-looking examination table in the middle of the room. ‘Hop up here.’

Her
sex clenched in anticipation of the evening’s activities. She’d missed him so
much since that day last month when he’d shown up at her apartment.

Stepping
up to the table, her bare feet met plastic sheeting on the floor. She gave him
a questioning glance, but his expression gave nothing away.

Moving
carefully, she got up on the rubber-covered table. It was inclined to forty
five degrees, so the patient could watch what was happening. His firm, strong
hands guided her feet into the stirrups, and he turned the spotlight onto her
most private places.

The
contrast between the clinical lamp and the soft darkness in the rest of the room
lent a dreamlike quality that made it easier to set aside her inhibitions.

‘I’m
going to restrain you.’

She
nodded, her heart beginning to pound.

He
grasped each leg in turn, guiding her into the long leg rests attached to the
stirrups, and buckling padded straps around her ankles and just below each
knee.

Sam
looked down between her legs, to where he was setting out his instruments and
supplies. When he turned to her, Master Dan had a clear plastic container in
his gloved hands.

He
threw her an encouraging glance. ‘This is going to feel a little strange, but you’re
going to do exactly as you’re told.’

She
nodded, barely breathing. His fingers spread her labia wide open, and fitted
the cup snugly against her.

‘You
may relieve yourself whenever you’re ready.’

She
met his implacable gaze, her face growing hotter by the second. ‘I can’t…’

He
smiled. ‘Oh, believe me, you can. No matter what, your body’s going to win this
one, so why not put yourself out of your misery?’ He dropped a kiss on her
knee. ‘And how often do you get brownie points just for peeing?’

‘I
know, but if you want me to… can’t you just put in a catheter?’

‘No.
This is about you trusting me. It’s about deepening our intimacy, not about my
forcing you to do something you’re resistant to doing. I want us both to find
out whether you enjoy this kind of play, and I want you to be able to relax and
trust me enough to do it without fear that I’ll react negatively. We won’t be
able to determine any of that if I simply put a tube in your bladder and drain
it for you. I know this is difficult for you; that’s why I ensured you really
needed to go before we got started.’

Okay.
Fine. ‘I’ll try, Sir.’

He
smiled, and squeezed her knee. ‘That’s all I ask. This is an experiment, nothing
more, so just try to relax and go for it.’

She
did need to go. Desperately. To the point where a fine sheen of sweat had
formed under her eyes and on her upper lip. She could do this. She could do
anything
,
with him. She closed her eyes, and tried to relax her muscles.

Nothing.

‘What
if I can’t?’ she said, quietly.

‘You
can,’ he said.

‘I
have to
go
,’ she snapped, her frustration igniting into anger that he
wouldn’t back down despite her desperation.

‘I
know, sweetheart. Just do it.’

‘What
will you do if I can’t?’

He
sighed, and smiled with what might, or might not, have been sympathy. ‘You
can
.
You just
won’t
. There’s a big difference. If you were anyone else, I’d
do one of two things. I might force you to relieve yourself via medical means.’
At her look of alarm, he went on, ‘
Or
, if I accepted that it really was
an impossible situation, I’d insert a catheter to put you out of your misery
for now. But as it’s you…’ he shrugged, and smiled. ‘I think we’ll just wait it
out.’

She
dropped her head back, and keened out her extreme discomfort.

‘That’s
right Sam. I’m so hard just watching you struggle to submit, sweetheart. Just relax
and enjoy the release.’

She
didn’t know how much time had passed, but finally she was emptying herself into
the container he held between her legs. She had almost no time to revel in the
victory, though; moments later, a gloved finger slid all the way into her
vagina. Frantically, she tried to stop the flow.

‘Don’t
you dare, do that, Samantha.
Keep going
.’

She’d
never been able to really stop in the first place. ‘What – ’ Her question
became a sharp intake of breath as a second finger joined the first.

It
was too much to process. His fingers were inside her and she was peeing over
his gloved hand. The very idea of it was so kinky, and dirty, and
weird
,
but she couldn’t deny her body’s response.

And
then he rubbed her just
there.

‘Oh!’
Her
hips jerked, but the stream showed no signs of stopping as his practised
fingers probed, thrust, and withdrew. He unbuttoned his black jeans, revealing
a huge, beautiful, straining erection. He roughly sheathed himself.

‘Stop
the flow.’ He gripped her knee. ‘Stop
now!
’

It
took a moment to come out of her concentration and hear what he was saying. ‘But
I’m… I’m not…’

‘I
know. Hold onto the sides of the table. Don’t let go.’

She
put her hands down and found handles in just the right place to grip.

The
container between her legs disappeared. A moment later, his latex-covered penis
shoved all the way in, and he was thrusting hard and fast while she emptied
herself over and around him.

‘Oooooh,
God!’
Only fragments of thoughts reached her
consciousness; this was
so
hot and
so
… what? Filthy? Humiliating?
No, he’d chosen to do this, so it had to be okay. Concentrate.

‘Come
on, Sam. Let it all go.’

Each
of his powerful thrusts made a loud, wet slap of skin on skin in the dim room.
She couldn’t believe they were doing this. She couldn’t believe how turned on
she was, how relieved she felt to be able to do this with him, how good it
felt.

She
went rigid with the force and rawness of her orgasm, and still he impaled her
with long, deep strokes, each one more overwhelming than the last. Bright
ecstasy ended all conscious thought. Liquid gushed out of her, not urine now,
but something else. Her surrender and release were so complete that it felt
almost spiritual as well as sexual. His rough words brought her back to
herself.

‘Oh,
yeah, that’s it, you squirt for me, sweetheart.’ He made a loud growl of
pleasure, his body shuddering as he pulsed inside her, filling the condom.

That
made her come again, uttering a thin, spent wail as he pushed in and pulled out
until the aftershocks died away.

She
closed her eyes, and breathed.

When
she opened them again, he was still standing between her restrained legs, his hips
pressed against her, his penis still inside her.

But
it was the look on his face that made her grin.

‘I’ve
missed you,’ he said.

*

He’d
taken her into the shower and washed her tenderly, then allowed her to return
the favor. She’d taken her time, reveling in the license to explore his
powerful body with her hands, and occasionally her lips and tongue.

He
exited the shower before her, and when she was done and opened the steamy
shower door, she found several items sitting on the counter by the sink: a
steampunk-style black and red leather corset with shiny buckles, a matching
short black leather skirt, and – she had to smile – a pair of red silk panties.
On the floor was a pair of heavily buckled black leather boots with platform
heels. She had to admit, they did look striking, and as an excellent bonus,
they’d put her at less of a height disadvantage.

‘Everything
okay in there?’ said Master Dan.

‘These
are pretty rad,’ she said, wincing as she showed her age. Then comforted
herself with the thought that he was in his early to mid forties, for sure.

‘Come
out here,’ he said. ‘Completely naked. Bring the clothes.’

She
finished towelling off, gave her hair a quick blast of the dryer, and did as
she was told. He took the clothes from her with a grin.

‘I’ve
been thinking about seeing you in these for a long time.’

‘You
have?’

‘Yep.
Since I saw those steampunk romances on your bookcase. Figured you might like
to try them on, see how they feel.’ He put down the bundle, and picked up the
red silk. ‘I gather I owe you some expensive panties, but I do have another
pair to give you before you go.’ His mouth curled into a smile. ‘In case
anything happens to these.’