pinched the second nipple. “In short, your body is attempting to make itself happy again, and it’s working. You’re even more receptive than I’d hoped.”
“But I don’t—”
The remaining nipple was gripped in an identical set of small teeth, and she couldn’t help the wave of fear that washed over her, eclipsing the pleasure. “Stop!”
“I can’t do that.”
“I don’t like it!”
“You will.”
He seemed so arrogant, so confident. Anger joined the jumble of confusing feelings, making her want to do what came naturally — push back. “Let me go!”
“No.”
“I mean it, Blaze,” she growled. “Let me go, now!”
“No. Use your safe word, and it ends. We quit. Is that what you want? What you need?”
“I…” She grappled with the word.
“Emma? Do you want to use your safe word?”
“N-no,” she admitted quietly. The anger drained, and her body went lax in the restraints, stopped fighting.
“All right.” He kissed her temple. “We’ll continue. And when I’m finished with this scene, I’ll have to punish you. Do you know why?”
Her heart stuttered, and her mind scrambled to think what she’d done wrong. “Oh. I called you by name instead of ‘sir.’ I’m sorry — it won’t happen again.”
“Apology accepted, but it won’t get you out of taking your consequences.” His voice held a trace of humor. “I’m not easily manipulated.”
“I wasn’t trying to do that, sir!” She wasn’t. Was she?
“Perhaps not, but the lesson must be taught, or I’ll fail you. And failing you isn’t an option. Now take another deep breath, and exhale slowly.” He waited while she complied. “That’s it, relax. You really are doing well for your first time. Just feel.”
The praise warmed her, and she settled down with renewed confidence. A tinkle of something small and metal reached her ears, and she felt a tug on each nipple, right before the object was released. It was a chain, she realized, with some sort of weight dangling in the middle, which tugged the hardened points without mercy.
Moaning, she wriggled against the delicious assault, but it was no use.
“Beautiful. And think how much more so when we get them pierced.”
“Oh, God.” She knew better than to think he was kidding. He owned her body now, and unless she exercised her one out, he’d do whatever he wished with it. Few acts were as intimate as marking another person’s flesh, and he’d no doubt planned this as a challenge.
By submitting to him in this, in so many new things, perhaps they both won. The epiphany was astounding, but she didn’t have time to mull it over.
His fingers brushed between her thighs, rubbed her slit. “So pretty. You’re wet and ready for more, aren’t you?”
She was beginning to recognize his tones, and knew he required an answer. “Yes, sir.”
As she struggled to get used to the wonderful, strange sensations, her master moved behind her, murmuring words of soft encouragement. His hand smoothed over her rear and her ass cheeks were parted. Cool liquid dribbled on her hole. So exposed, letting him toy with a place she’d never allowed anyone to see before, and yet she wasn’t afraid anymore. She floated, knowing that all she had to do was utter her safe word and he’d stop.
She didn’t want him to stop, and he’d known that all along.
A broad finger slowly pushed into the tiny entrance, allowing no resistance. Stretching, preparing. The burn was a completely new feeling, uncomfortable but not unbearable. He seemed to know when she’d gotten used to it and added another finger, pumping her ass, gradually morphing the weirdness to
She might’ve moaned those sentiments aloud but wasn’t sure of anything except his fingers disappearing and her whimper of protest. Then something round and hard replaced his fingers. Began to push inside. A dildo? If so, it was a damned big one roughly the size of a baseball bat.
“Oh, God!” she yelled as the monster pushed inside.
Showing no mercy, he held her flank to steady her while he worked the rod in and out of her ass faster and harder until she was mindless. Her entire being consisted of nothing except her ass, clit, and nipples. She was owned, yet freed.
“Oh, yes, yes!”
“Come for me, baby,” he growled.
Her orgasm exploded, shattering her into a million pieces and bringing her back together again, leaving her more whole than she’d ever been. Her body twitched in the aftermath, coming down in increments, leveling off into a state of euphoric bliss.
The object was removed from her rear, and immediately the bulbous head of his cock parted her slick labia. Pushed inside, inch by inch, until he seated himself fully with a tortured groan.
“What you do to me… You’re mine now.”
“Ooh, yes. I’m yours. Love you inside me.”
He began to thrust, big palms gripping her hips, spearing her deep. A second orgasm built with surprising speed, rising as he pounded himself into her channel. Took her by storm, propelling them higher and higher. Over the edge.
“Fuck, yes!” With a shout, he stiffened and emptied himself into her, filling her with heat. She joined him, vibrating until she hung limp, thoroughly exhausted.
Through the haze, she was vaguely aware of her ankles being released, then her wrists, and the blindfold was gone as well. She melted into her master, was boneless when he lifted her into his arms and issued a quiet, loving command.
“Sleep, my sweetheart. There will be plenty of time for punishment later.”
Helpless to do anything else, she fell headlong into the void.
Nine
Blaze hid a smile as he grasped Emma’s arm, escorting her into his local haunt. The same one in which she’d witnessed his scene with Ryan and Caitlin several months earlier, and fled. His friends who weren’t into the D/s scene and didn’t get it would likely say that he was cruel to bring her here for her debut in the lifestyle, but they’d be absolutely wrong.
The only way to get past what had happened was to meet it head-on and move forward. He refused to spend the next few years tiptoeing around the evidence of his life pre-Emma, shielding her from upset. And he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t appreciate being coddled.
No, they’d lance this festering wound once and for all. Then she’d be free to embrace everything he had to teach her.
He had a specific plan, too. One that would show her how a D/s master worked without plunging her into too heavy a scene for her first public outing.
“You okay?” he asked, tugging her to a stop just outside the entrance. “You’re not too sore?” Just because he’d stood by his rules and administered a paddling as her punishment didn’t mean he had to be a bastard about it. He’d warmed her ass, and she’d gotten the point. And he’d immediately stopped when her bottom lip had quivered and real tears had formed in her big blue eyes.
