ShotgunRelations, page 2
“One of the pitfalls of rural living, honey. Everybody within a hundred miles has a pretty good idea about what everyone else is doing. Have you heard I’m a sexual Dominant?”
She looked over at him with those expressive dark-brown eyes. “Yes.”
“Do you know what that means?” Cupping her chin, he steadied her for a long, easy kiss. She tasted like champagne and mint and smelled of some light but incredibly erotic designer scent.
When she licked her lips after he broke the kiss, the simple gesture kicked up his arousal almost as much as if she’d bent down and sucked his dick. “I—I think so.”
“I don’t believe you do, but I’m going to tell you. Masters and Mistresses have a need to dominate, and integrated with that need is a desire to push a sub’s limits and help them discover the pleasure they can’t find as easily outside of that interaction. That’s a textbook definition, but the important part of it is that Doms are driven by the need to push their subs to discover the ultimate in sexual pleasure.” He slid his hand higher and played with her soft pubic curls. “It’s been years since I felt a furry pussy. You’d enjoy me eating you much more if you kept it shaved or waxed.”
“Really? I heard most submissives shave down there to please their Masters.”
He liked that she wasn’t afraid to dispute with him. “That too. You see, BDSM is a power exchange. The extent of the exchange is driven by limits set by the sub. You said you wouldn’t set limits with me, but honey, you’ve got to do it or I’ll eat you alive.”
She met his gaze, then smiled. “Maybe I’ve set too many limits in my life. Maybe I want to explore feelings I’ve only fantasized about.”
Alarms went off in Jack’s brain. “Tell me you’re not a virgin.”
“Of course I’m not. I’m twenty-eight years old. Why on Earth would you ask me that? Do you think I’m so undesirable nobody has ever wanted me?” She looked and sounded righteously indignant, as if he’d insulted her.
He picked up a feather and rubbed it along the column of her tanned, slender throat. “Of course not. I asked because you said you want to experience things you’ve only fantasized about. If you’ve had cocks inside your pussy, you’re not only fantasizing about them, now are you?” He put his arms around her and pulled her over onto his lap, letting the feather drift along her thigh. “Do you dream about coming over and over, until you’re so drained you can’t think, just feel? Do you fantasize about all the different ways your master might stimulate you sexually?”
She felt like putty in his hands, malleable and as desirable as any partner he’d played with in recent memory. He found he didn’t mind that she wasn’t voluptuous or a raving beauty, or even that she lacked the level of experience he usually demanded from his playmates. She got him hot and that was good. Really good.
When she sighed, her breath felt warm and damp against his chest. “I’ve dreamed about everything you just said.”
“Then let’s play. My job, as your master, will be to create a setting where we can both explore all your wildest fantasies. First you have to set limits though. Tell me what you don’t dream about, what acts I might want to commit on your body you absolutely won’t allow, and which ones you don’t think you would like but you might under special conditions.”
She pulled back a little and met his gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You’re a delightful little innocent.” He gathered her hair in a fist and tipped her head back. “You said before that you’d let me tie you up and tickle you or spank your backside. Would you give me head and shave your pussy and let me eat your cunt?”
“I—I think so.” She paused, a small frown knitting her brow. “Yes. Of course I would.”
“How about doing all those things in front of an audience?”
“I don’t know.” She hesitated again, as though considering his question pretty thoroughly. “I guess I would. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to play at the Neon Lasso.”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Reaching behind her, he found her puckered rear entrance and circled it with a finger. “Tell me, honey, would you let me fuck you here?”
“No!” She sounded horrified, which didn’t surprise him.
“Even if I told you that was one thing that gives me a lot of pleasure?” He circled the tightly closed bud again. “What if I persuaded you that having my cock inside you here would feel incredibly good to you?”
She looked doubtful. “Maybe someday.”
“Okay. That’s an example of a soft limit. You won’t do it now, but you might consider it under the right circumstances. What I want you to know is that if you’re sexually aroused, all kinds of stimulation can enhance that arousal, even things you might think of as being painful, such as flogging and serious restraint and sensual deprivation—blindfolding and muffling your hearing.”
“Is there anything that ought to be a hard limit?” She sounded thoughtful—and the friction of her slender thigh against his dick and balls had him eager to be done with the talking and on to the play.
“Anything that’s likely to cause you permanent injury or death. Anything that seems crazy. Most important, anything you absolutely don’t want to do becomes a hard limit. BDSM is consensual. No sane Dom will force a sub to do anything that exceeds his or her limits. I like to believe I’m sane.”
For a long minute she seemed to consider what he’d said. Then, when she met his gaze, her soft, submissive expression made her look truly beautiful in his eyes. “I trust you, Jack. I’d like for you to be my master.”
“It will be my pleasure. And yours.”
* * * * *
Half an hour later, Liz lay on Jack’s queen-sized bed, her legs spread while he sucked and licked honey off her inner thighs, nibbling every now and then on her clit and probing her cunt with his tongue.
She stroked the sides and back of his head, fascinated by the softness and warmth beneath her fingers. The shadow of dark hair under his taut skin made it look as though his hair had been closely clipped a little shorter than the almost-black stubble on top, when in fact it was clean-shaven. She loved the smooth feel of his scalp against her fingers and knew then why she’d always thought the Marines on the recruiting posters looked so sexy. She’d fantasized about touching one of them this way, but the reality of exploring Jack was so much hotter.
She wished he’d take off his kimono, but he seemed in no hurry to uncover himself, even when he moved up her naked body and massaged fragrant, strawberry-scented oil into her nipples, pinching them until they hardened and elongated.
“Your nipples are incredibly sensitive. Maybe I’ll have these pierced,” he said, almost as though he was making a mental note. “Feel good?”
The oil heated her flesh practically to burning. It felt different but terribly arousing, especially when he licked it off her nipples and massaged it into her breasts with strong, agile fingers. “Oh yes.”
“Yes, Master.” The gruff reminder came with a hard pinch to first one nipple, then the other.
“Y-yes, Master.” When he lowered his head she noticed a good-sized silver hoop dangling from his left earlobe. She’d never seen him wear an earring before. “I didn’t know your ear was pierced. Master.”
“You didn’t notice because I never wear an earring out in the vanilla world.” He lifted a hand to his earring. “My first BDSM lover gave me this thirteen years ago, when I was just eighteen. I don’t think I’d impress potential clients, much less juries and judges, if I wore it out in public.”
He straddled her then and drew her hand beneath his kimono. She cupped his smooth, full scrotum, weighing the firm, twin orbs inside as they shifted against her palm and enjoying the hot sensations that were beginning to course through her body. When she explored further, she realized he had on something hard, warm and metal that bit harshly into the base not only of his scrotum but also of his rigid, fully erect penis. “More jewelry?” she asked.
“It’s a cock ring. Haven’t you ever seen a man wear one before?”
“No. Doesn’t it hurt?”
He shifted enough to untie his kimono and spread the silk apart. “I’m used to it. I’ve worn one so often for so long that I like the way it feels. Not only that, it keeps me from shooting off too fast when I’m pleasuring a lover.”
He had a beautiful cock, long and thick with bulging veins and a purplish head that glistened with a pearly drop of lubrication. His scrotum was bright pink, plump and almost heart-shaped. Both cock and balls looked as though they were straining to get free from the ring that dug into the taut flesh. She couldn’t help noticing that his entire groin felt as baby-soft as the sides of his head. “Oh!” she exclaimed when she saw his tattoo.
“Like it?”
It was a small, highly detailed, red-and-gold dagger etched into the flesh above his cock. Its point disappeared beneath the cock ring. Liz had never seen a tattoo up close before, and she couldn’t resist tracing it with her forefinger. “Its texture is just the same as the rest of your skin. I always wondered if a tattoo would feel…different.”
He covered her hand. “So do you like it? Would you like to lick it with your tongue, to make sure it’s really smooth?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t resist bending and sampling that intriguing, colorful tattoo that pointed to his impressive erection, or making a detour and tasting the drop of lubrication that glistened in his slit. “It is. Between this and your head and face, you must spend a lot of time shaving, Master.”
He laughed. “A little. I’m used to it though. I’ve been doing it for over thirteen years, ever since that first lover marked me. Until I started my law practice, I shaved my entire head every day as well. The bald look didn’t go with my professional persona any more than this earring, so I decided to go with the shortest hair I could get away with and still look professional for my job. I have the barber clean up my haircut twice a week now, since it’s hard to clip the top myself. It’s hell, having dark hair that grows as fast as mine.”
“Would you shave me, Master?” As she played with his velvety cock and traced the dagger tattoo over and over, the idea of him getting rid of her pubic hair had her clit aching. Her cunt clenched at the prospect of feeling his slick, agile tongue on her highly sensitive flesh.
“You want me to shave your head?” Grinning, he lifted her hair off her neck and used his fingers to mimic the blades of scissors. “Somehow I don’t think that would give you pleasure. Besides, I like having your hair to hold on to when you’re giving me head.”
“My pussy, Master. I’d like to feel you lick honey off me there.” Her cheeks felt so hot she knew they must be beet-red. “Please.”
“I’ll shave you this one time, but we’ll do it in a scene. From now on though, I expect you to keep your pussy as smooth as silk and ready for your master, any time and any place. If you forget, I’ll punish you by taking you to the Neon Lasso. I’ll put you in cuffs and leg restraints and shave your cunt in front of everybody who’s there, and then I’ll pour honey—the real sticky stuff, not the honey-flavored lubricant I’ve got in the honey bear—all over you and let my fellow members lick it off.”
Alarms went off in Liz’s head, but along with the terror she experienced a weird sort of anticipation. “I won’t forget, Master,” she said, knowing that maybe one day she’d get brave and invite his punishment.
“See that you don’t.” When Jack got up and shed his kimono, she saw the other tattoo, a larger replica of the one above his cock. This one began just above his left elbow and pointed upward almost to his shoulder. “Now you see why I always wear long-sleeved shirts.”
“I like it. It’s like a secret not everybody knows about you.” It was as if Jack had shed his outer skin just for her, revealing a totally different man than the conventional, intellectual attorney she’d known slightly for almost two years—since he’d come to Caden to take over Dan Merriman’s law practice. She wondered but didn’t feel right asking about the lover who’d marked him so long ago, or what the daggers meant. “Soon you’ll know a secret about me too.”
“You don’t plan to let all your friends know you’ve got a bald cunt? That’s hardly a worthy secret, honey. I plan to learn lots of secrets about you. Some you don’t even know about yourself. We’ll discover them together.” Bending over the bed, he positioned her and used the neckties she’d noticed on the tray to bind her limbs to each of the four sturdy bedposts. “I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Two
She had the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen now that he’d scraped away her pubic bush. Her bare skin was pale pink and felt satiny-smooth against his fingers when he checked to be sure he hadn’t missed a single hair, from her mound to the incredibly soft crack of her ass. Jack’s dick swelled painfully against his cock ring as he bent and flailed her clit with his tongue. She wanted him to lick honey off her cunt, so he ignored the insistent throbbing between his legs and did what she’d said would please her.
That’s what a good Dom does, Duval. Whatever will make his slave happy.
“Here comes the sweet stuff. Not that you need it. Your cunt tastes sweet enough without any enhancement.” Squeezing the honey bear, Jack drizzled a line of the slick lubricant from low on her mound, over her clit and along the delightful valley between her plump labia that led to her cunt and asshole.
When she started to say something he gave a hard pinch to her rigid, swollen clit. “First lesson in submission—don’t talk unless your master gives you permission. I’d hate to have to gag you.”
No he wouldn’t. The fact that she was helpless, bound to his will, apparently made her as hot as it did him. She’d been so wet he’d had to use scissors instead of the electric clippers to trim her pubic curls in preparation for the razor. “Would you like the gag? Or maybe a blindfold? I want you to concentrate on how it feels to have my face buried between your legs, my tongue lapping up your honey.”
She shook her head, apparently afraid to risk letting him gag her.
“Second lesson. You don’t come until I say so.”
Sweet, sticky honey coated her from mound to ass when he traced it with a finger. He couldn’t resist rimming her anus, or rejoicing at her unmistakable reaction to him touching her where she’d said he couldn’t go. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Deliberately, he worked the tip of one finger past her anal sphincter before moving forward to finger-fuck her pussy.
When she moaned and strained against her bonds, he lay facedown against her mound and licked away the honey-flavored lube before settling between her thighs and burrowing his face between her outer labia. The sensation of warmth from her silky thighs against the shaved sides of his head made him ravenous. Ravenous to claim her not only with his mouth and hands but with his aching cock.
She raised her hips as far as she could, straining against her restraints. He thrust his tongue as deep as it would go into her cunt while he kept stimulating her rear hole with his fingers and nudging her clit with his nose.
She was fucking hot. His control shredded, he rotated his body over hers, stretching so that his dick nudged at her lips until she opened and let him in. “Suck my cock,” he ordered, knowing his words were muffled against her hot, wet cunt. Good thing she had some height or this wouldn’t work.
Her damp breath tickled his balls when she took him deep down her throat and swallowed convulsively. She lapped his dick with her tongue. That felt so damn good he thought the cock ring might split open, it was cutting so hard into his distended flesh. He tongue-fucked her faster as he worked another finger up her incredibly tight ass. The vibration of a moan deep in her throat had him desperate…desperate to fuck her until they were both screaming with satisfaction.
He never lost this much control over his body. Hadn’t for years, since he’d first got into dominance and submission when he hadn’t been much more than a kid. Calling on years of iron-willed control, he concentrated on giving Liz pleasure.
When she moaned, the vibrations coursed down his body. He began to move his fingers in and out of her ass, slowly at first then faster and deeper when she didn’t protest.
No wine and roses. No declarations of undying love or even mindless lust. But Jack had allowed her no inhibitions either. When he had tied her to the bed he’d set her free.
That doesn’t make sense. But it’s true.
Liz lay there helpless, his cock down her throat, his arresting face buried in her shaved, incredibly sensitive pussy. Her nipples tingled where he kept grazing them with his lightly furred, muscular abs.
Her cunt clenched around his agile tongue. Pressure built inside her. She wanted to come. She didn’t dare. Not until he gave her permission.
She concentrated on feeling his slick, pulsating shaft moving against her tongue. The slightly salty taste of his flesh and his lubrication bathed the back of her throat as he fucked her mouth. His smooth ball sac tickled her nose each time he forced her to deep-throat him.
She couldn’t think of what he was doing with his tongue between her legs. If she did, she’d come, and he’d told her not to until he gave her permission. She made herself stop straining against her bonds and raising her hips to intensify the contact there. If she could, she’d have closed her ears against the slurping sound of him thrusting his tongue in and out of her sopping cunt.
Her arousal intensified so much that she began to like the feeling of his fingers at her rear hole. She’d told him he couldn’t fuck her ass but when he started moving his fingers inside her and sliding them slowly back and forth, she wondered how having his cock there would feel.
He enjoys anal sex. He said so. She could imagine someday letting him take her that way. She could even imagine enjoying it. What he was doing now felt good, not painful as she’d imagined it would be.
When he raised his hips and pulled his cock out of her mouth she felt abandoned, but not as fully as when he slid his fingers out of her ass and lifted his face from her pussy.
