To the Edge (Hideaway) (7 page)

‘Yes,
go on,’ he said.

‘I…
Where was I?’

He
laughed. ‘You knew it would be comforting, and you wanted to…’

‘I
wanted to show him, and everybody, that I was sorry for being difficult back
when they came to my apartment, and that I could be a good sub.’ She hesitated,
ruefully adding, ‘Sometimes, anyway.’

He
leaned forward, and kissed her between her shoulderblades. ‘You accomplished
that, sweetheart.’ Smoothly, he withdrew the thermometer, and she gave a
whimper of protest that he ignored.

‘Ninety
nine point six,’ he read. ‘Perfect. Just like you.’

‘Thank
you.’ She closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of relief as her skin ceased
its throbbing.

‘You’re
welcome. But I hope you remember that pain, the next time you think of
resisting a direct order from a Dom.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Especially
me
.
Because I warned you, didn’t I, that if you gave my men any trouble, there
would be consequences.’

‘You
did. I’m sorry, Sir.’

He
smiled. You took your punishment with courage and grace, and all of us forgive
you. In fact,’ he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and walked over to
the dresser. ‘I have a present for you. We’re going to use it now, but you can
take it home with you.’

She
sat up, intrigued.

He
handed her a long black box with a green bow around it. She looked at him, and
he grinned. He unbuckled his Harley boots and kicked them off, then popped the
buttons on his jeans and pushed them down over his hips, and on down his
well-muscled thighs, until he could kick them off.

He
stood before her gloriously naked, and semi-erect.

Wow.

He
laughed. ‘You’re looking at me like I’m Christmas dinner. Open your present.’

She
untied the bow, and undid the clasps. Inside was what she realized had to be
some sort of vibrating dildo, only in addition to the main, phallic-shaped
section, there was an attachment. It was molded from latex to be shaped like a very
long, thick finger, and there were no prizes for guessing where it would go. In
addition to
that
, a black rubber bulb the size of a fist was attached by
a long cord that snaked to the base of both the phallus and the finger.

It
was incredibly obscene, obviously very expensive, and she couldn’t wait to try
it.

‘I’m
guessing you like it?’ he said.

‘I
like it,’ she admitted. ‘I think this may be my new best friend.’

He
laughed. ‘And here I thought
I
was.’

‘You
were, until you gave me this.
He
doesn’t order me around, or spank me,
or...’

He
growled, slung an extremely well-muscled arm across her stomach, and took her
right nipple into his mouth.

‘Oh!’
She arched up, but he held her down for the delicious torment. She laughed,
even as her sex dampened in readiness.

He
took his time, swirling, sucking, and teasing. Occasionally he’d make a hungry
noise, as though he was actually feeding from her, and she’d almost come right
then.

He
pushed himself up on his arms, and lifted himself over her. Now he lay on her
other side, cupping her left breast while she cradled his head, and the fingers
of her free hand traced the hard, masculine contours of his shoulder and upper
arm.

He
suckled her for as long as they both needed it. She closed her eyes, and simply
enjoyed his attention, his skill, and their deepening intimacy. She encouraged
him with words and the tensing and easing of her body.

Her
soft cries urged him on, and his hand slid down her stomach, over her hips,
until he gently insinuated a questing finger into her sex.

And
immediately pulled it out again.

‘No,’
she whimpered, her fingernails digging into his shoulder.

He
moved so that he was sitting between her legs Indian style, with her legs
splayed open, draped over his knees. His penis thickened and lengthened as she
watched. She reached behind her to grab a couple of pillows, the better to
watch. He smiled, fisted his cock, and gave himself a couple of firm strokes,
just for her viewing pleasure.

‘Thank
you, Sir,’ she grinned.

He
smiled, and opened the black box. ‘This bad boy is washed and ready for you,’
he said. ‘I’m just going to add some lubricant to make it a little easier,’ he
smiled, ‘and a little noisier.’

She
moaned, and undulated her hips impatiently.

‘It
needs to be lubed,’ he said, pumping his hand up and down the thick shaft with
maddening slowness, ‘because it really is quite the formidable purveyor of solo
orgasms, and I do believe your eyes are bigger than your…’ he broke off, and
grinned evilly. ‘Well.’

When
he finished, she all but snatched it from his hand. He jerked it out of reach.

‘What
do you say?’

‘Please,
Sir.’

‘Please,
Sir,
what?
’

She
sighed. ‘Please, Sir, may I have the toy?’

He
looked thoughtful. ‘And what do you propose to do if I choose to let you have
it?’

She
looked him dead in the eye, and said, ‘I propose to masturbate myself to an
incredible orgasm for your pleasure, Sir.’

Apparently,
that was the correct answer, because he handed it over. It was heavy, but well
balanced.

‘I’ll
keep control of this,’ he said, showing her the fat black bulb in his hand,
with the cord snaking down to the toy.

She
would have agreed to anything at that moment. Thankfully, as the instrument was
a marvel of kinky engineering, the controls were simple and well-placed.

‘Ergonomic,’
she remarked, and he laughed.

‘Wouldn’t
want you getting a sprained wrist,’ he said.

She
composed herself for a moment, then positioned the glistening toy at her
entrance, and pressed inwards.

Nothing
happened.

‘It
is
large,’ he said. ‘Just relax, take a few breaths, and give it a nice,
firm push.’

She
willed herself to relax, and his hand closed over hers. Oh God. This was so
sexy, but she was a little tentative, in case it really was too big.

‘Shh,’
he said. ‘Nice and easy.’ He slipped a finger in to massage her clit.

‘So
good,’ she said, putting her hand on his wrist, stroking it.

‘Open
up for me, sweetheart. That’s it. Here we go, now. Deep breath.’

Her
body yielded, and the bulbous, rubbery head made its way inside, stretching her.
A cool trickle of lube ran down her crack.

She
pushed again, this time with no assistance from him, and the shaft intruded a
couple more delicious inches. Something wet poked at her lower down, and she
remembered the anal probe.

‘Oh
my Lord, that’s a beautiful sight,’ he said, quietly. A fat bead of pre-cum
emerged from the tip of his penis.

She
moaned, her breaths coming fast and deep.

He
stilled her hand.

‘Just
a moment, sweetheart.’ His highly-qualified fingers pressed carefully around
the area where the toy disappeared into her body, examining her. He gave a short
nod, satisfied. ‘Carry on.’

‘I…
I think I might need your help with the other…’

He
followed where her fingers were pointing. Without hesitation, he parted her
buttocks and gently inserted the anal probe attachment. His penis loosed a
small spurt of pre-cum. He gave a soft moan, and wrapped his fingers around the
base of his cock.

‘Oh,
Sir.’ There wasn’t much time. Sam bore down a little, and brought the toy all
the way into her body, filling both passages completely.

It
was heaven.

She
withdrew it slightly, and pushed it back in. He had one hand on her hip,
steadying her, while the other pressed between her legs, one finger busily
working her clit.

She
pressed the ‘On’ button, and the toy came to buzzing, pulsating life.

Her
orgasm hit her like a freight train.

‘Sam,
look at me!’

Her
Dom’s fist clamped down on the black rubber bulb attached to her toy. Hard,
pulsating jets of warm water filled her vagina and rectum. Ecstasy exploded
throughout her body and mind. A scream tore out of her. She saw his penis jerk,
and moment later he gave a hoarse cry, and spewed out a violent, hands-free
ejaculation that went on and on.

Watching
his release sent her over the edge a second time.

*

‘Don’t
move, sweetheart.’

Still
reeling, she lay still as he gently withdrew the toy, and got up off the bed.
He disappeared into the medical room, and then came back out to walk through
the bedroom, and out into the living room.

She
closed her eyes, and drifted.

A
few minutes later, he covered her with a light blanket.

The
bed dipped, and he settled himself beside her. A straw touched her lips. ‘Drink.’

She
did; she hadn’t realized how thirsty she’d been.

‘So,
you like your present?’ he said.

She
laughed. ‘Oh, yeah. And every time I use it, I’ll think of you. A lot.’

It
was his turn to laugh. ‘I’m very glad to hear it.’ He leaned over and kissed her
deeply.

‘But
as filthy and amazing as it is, it doesn’t compare to how you feel inside me,’
she said.

That
earned her another kiss.

‘Good.
Hate to think I’d made myself obsolete.’

‘At
least you don’t need batteries.’

‘True.’
He rolled onto his stomach, giving her a lovely view of the graceful curve of
his well-muscled back, and, under the blanket, his sculpted buttocks. She
smiled.

He
looked puzzled for a moment, and then realization dawned. ‘Really? So soon?’ he
said.

She
laughed. ‘Just appreciating you, Sir.’

‘Mmm.’

He
slipped an arm beneath her head, and she cuddled into him. That was okay now.
He pulled her closer, kissed her forehead, and brushed the hair out of her
eyes. She hummed contentedly, and they lay peacefully for a while.

‘Sam?’
he said, quietly.

‘Mmm.’

‘Do
you still want to be whipped?’

And
just like that, she was tense again. But still – God help her – still intrigued
by the idea.

‘Yes.’

‘But
you’re scared,’ he said.

‘I
will admit that the prospect of a large man whipping me is just a little
intimidating, yes.’

‘The
image of whipping in the media doesn’t really sell it, does it?’

‘No.’

‘Can
you tell me what you’re afraid of, exactly?’

‘The
pain.’

‘Is
that all?’ he said, his fingers soothing her temples.

‘I’m…
I guess I’m scared of
liking
it. What that would say about me.’

‘So…
you’re afraid of learning something about yourself that might disturb you,’ he
said.

‘I
guess that’s the bottom line.’

He
nodded. ‘I think most intelligent people worry about that,’ he said. ‘What
we’re doing is simply enjoying ourselves in our own particular ways, in
private. It’s a release of tension, hurts no one, and no one’s judging you,
sweetheart. We’re all wired differently, we all like different things, and the
honest to God truth is, a lot of people spend their whole lives wishing they
were brave enough to truly satisfy their desires as you’ve done.’ He tipped her
chin up to look her in the eye. ‘You’ve got serious guts, Sam Reilly.’

She
flushed. ‘I’m not sure that’s always a good thing.’

‘You
may not like everything we try out, but at least you have the courage to
try
,’
he said. ‘And there’s a peace of mind that comes from that, and from knowing
yourself, and what satisfies you. If you know that, and you trust your partner
enough to share it with them, it can lead to a wonderful intimacy.’

‘Until
you,’ she said, ‘I’ve never been lucky enough to know someone I would dare go
into this with. Whenever I’ve suggested anything kinky, I’ve always ended up
regretting it.’

He
hugged her closer. ‘It’s their loss, sweetheart.’ She felt him smile. ‘I’m
honored that you chose to trust me after having those bad experiences with
other people. I promise I’ll never make you regret it.’

‘Thank
you, Dan.’ It felt right to say his name like that, but still she braced
herself in case she was wrong to do so.

He
chuckled, and rolled them so that she was pinned beneath his big, warm body.
Then he dipped his head, and kissed her.

When
they came up for air, she was puzzled by his searching look.

‘What
is it?’ she said.