A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) (46 page)

When Lucy comes to drive Nicole home, the reason Cain speaks her name as if it is magic becomes clear to me when she surprises me with my daddy's locket.  I'm so relieved I am inclined to hug her, but to avoid any potential awkwardness, I thank her profusely instead.

With Nicole gone, everything is back to normal except for the fact that I am now officially living here.  I can't believe how my life has changed.  A few weeks ago, I could never have imagined that I would be saying "I love you" to any man and certainly not a man like Cain, and now I am living with him, wearing diamonds and designer clothes, and about to remodel an amazing apartment any way I want.  This is surely a dream.

With the place all to myself, I follow Cain's advice, putting the tethers, blindfold, and cuffs he gave me in a drawer in my closet with the riding crop.  As I gather these symbols together, my mind is thrust back to the dungeon. I head to the shower to be ready when the interior designer comes, consumed as I relive every perfect moment from the time Cain put the blindfold on himself last night.

"Lie on your back and wait," I had bid him at the table...

"Yes, Domina," Cain says reverently as he complies with my first command.  I'll never tire of hearing those words when he's not saying them sarcastically or indulgently, and it's hard to walk away from him as he lies there with his black leather pants pulled up but unbuttoned at the top to show a sparse, blonde pathway.

I might want that shaved,
I think to myself as I go to the armoires and the hooks on the right wall, selecting cuffs, toys, and a couple of whips.  Then music.  He already has the sound system set to play trip-hop, which is the perfect backdrop for what we do in here, but I want to start things off with a particular song - the song playing at Envy the night he practically fucked me on the dance floor - Angel.

As the first, soft notes penetrate the silence, I begin to slowly trace the lines of Cain's muscles with the tip of my riding crop.  I cuff his wrists and ankles, attaching the hooks to the eyelets along the edges of the table, and as I do, I kiss the tops of his feet and suck his fingers into my mouth, twisting my tongue around them, his reactions giving me the confidence I need to reveal my game to him.

"Do you like that?" I ask as I work his pants down over his hips.

"Yes, Domina."

"Would you like me to do that to your cock?" I ask.

"Oh, yes, Domina." 

"Show me," I say, getting my taste on my finger before I shove it in his mouth.  He moans as he complies with my order, but what he does with his tongue seems more like what he would do to me than what I would do to him.  It strikes me as funny - such a stubborn, male thing to do, and I jerk my finger away.

"We're going to play a game," I whisper.  "We're going to pretend that we're negotiating, like we did in the beginning, only this time, it will be for something we never quite carved in stone.  It's just a game, but I still want complete honestly.  Okay?"

"Yes, Domina."

"Good, because we're going to be negotiating what would happen if I were to bring another woman into our games."  Cain's breath catches, and his cock twitches.  "I need to know exactly what you want." 

"I want anything you want, Domina."

"I didn't ask what you think I want to hear," I growl at him, swatting his leg with the riding crop.  He gasps, startled by it, pleasantly reminding me that he's never been in a submissive position before.  I ask again, but it seems Cain Ballantyne, who thinks of everything down to the finest detail, cannot answer this simple question.  Amused, I release his cuffs from the clips and tell him to lose the pants before I guide him to his knees and use short tethers to crisscross his hands behind his back, binding them to the opposite sides of the table.  Gathering up my gorgeous, yet cumbersome dress, I climb on the table facing him.

"Now, tell me what you want to happen," I demand.  He opens his mouth to speak, but he says nothing.  "What's the matter, Playboy?  Cat got your tongue?"

"Alright, but just remember, Domina, you asked for it," Cain finally says, that smug grin spreading across his face.  "First, I want to see you kiss her."

"Like this?" I ask, my lips barely touching his.

"Like this," he breathes the words into me, pulling at his tethers to get closer as he assaults my mouth, and feeling his cock jerk against my belly, I want this dress gone.  I unsnap the eye flaps on his blindfold, turn around, and reach behind me to place the ribbon that laces up the back of the gown between his teeth, and he pulls back, undoing the bow.  He kisses and bites me, starting between my shoulder blades and working downward until he has pulled the ribbon entirely free with his teeth and tongue, and
God, how I love the things his tongue can do!

I turn around to face him, peeling the sides of the dress down to release my breasts as I peer into his eyes, deep blue in the low light, and I ask him what comes next, giving him no real choice now that my tits are exposed before him.

"Come closer, Domina," Cain beckons, and with the dress surrounding me from the waist down, I carefully inch forward on my knees.

"I want to see her do this," he says, taking one nipple into his mouth, teasing it, biting it as waves of pleasure roll outward, the way he uses his teeth pure ecstasy to me.

"And what about her?" I ask.  "What if I don't want to do the same to her?" 

...because I don't.

"I could do it," he offers.

"But what if I don't want to see your mouth on another woman's tits?  It hardly seems fair to her."

"It's your dungeon, Domina.  It doesn't have to be fair."

"Oh, I like that," I purr, closing the flaps so I can get down and squirm out of this dress.  I release his wrists from the tethers and remove his ankle cuffs before climbing back onto the table.

"So what else do you want?" I ask, and Cain leans toward me, finding my face with his, nuzzling against me until his mouth is right by my ear, still graceful even blind.

"I want to see her pretty face buried in your pussy," he whispers, his words tearing through me like high voltage.  It's wrong, and I'm ashamed, but suddenly all I can think about is getting him to do that to me - do what those three little words I won't say succinctly describe.  I slip the ankle cuffs on myself and clip his wrists to my ankles, and though I don't even know if I could come again like this so soon, I'm sure as hell going to try.

"Show me," I say tentatively, and Cain grabs my feet in his hands, forcing me onto my back.  He pushes until my knees bend and my legs are spread wide, leaving only his mouth to worship at my altar, and at the first delicate stroke, I feel myself as desperate to come as I was the first time tonight.  He teases, his smooth shaven chin gliding over me until he does just what he said he wanted to see, burying his beautiful face in me, steadily mounting the pressure as his exquisite tongue moves faster and faster, guiding me to a swift, miraculous end.

"Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Oh, my God!" I scream, and he burrows into me, his tongue pressed flat against me in a slow, circular motion. I ride out the aftershocks until I can't take the slightest touch. 

"God, you're so fucking good," I breathe, the words spilling out on their own as I collapse on the table, and though I know I'm supposed to be in charge here, I feel utterly incapacitated.

"Fuck me," I order him, hoping he doesn't notice my weakness as I fumble to disconnect our cuffs, but he notices.  Cain doesn't miss a thing.

"Oh, no, no, no," he says.  "That's not how it works...
Domina
."  And his taunt strikes a chord, angering me, reviving me.  I grab the ankle cuffs, ripping the velcro apart to get them off, and
I stand on my knees, facing him, reaching around to bring my hand down hard on his ass.  When he flinches, I sting him again before I clip his wrist cuffs together behind his back, the ankle cuffs still dangling from them.  With one more smack of my right, I grab his hair in my left, pulling his head roughly backward.

"Fuck.  Me." I growl, biting his neck, my mouth savage as I slowly let his flesh slip from between my teeth.

"That's more like it," he says as I turn to bend over, and even without the use of his hands, Cain's cock finds me effortlessly, thrusting in suddenly and deeply as I push myself hard against him.  His rhythm and his cock are perfect, and it takes only seconds to make me come, screaming his name.  My head back thrown back, my hair whips against him like the tiny tendrils of a silken cat-o-nine-tails as I feel myself throbbing around his beautiful, merciless cock, trembling from the intensity of the orgasm.  Now I want nothing more than to devote my full attention to making him come.

I slide off the table, releasing his cuffs from each other and ordering him to lie on his back, and I tether his wrists so his hands can't reach down to feel the toy I'm about to use on him.  In the Toy Box, I found a prosthetic sleeve meant to simulate a vagina, and though I can't imagine why it was in there, it's exactly what I need to finish this game.  I'm going to give him something I know he would love if I had another woman here under my command.

Settling between his spread legs with the sleeve and a bottle of flavorless lube, I start slow, enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling over the smooth, taut flesh.  After all the teasing he's taken tonight, just quickening my pace slightly brings him to the threshold...the first time.  I slow down, teasing him with my fingernails until he's calmed enough to begin my onslaught again, bringing him back to the brink.  Not ready for my debut to be over, I do it a third time and a fourth, pushing his limits, torturing him like he has never been tortured, and each time I stop, instead of disappointment, his tone says "hell, yeah!" 

When I'm finally ready to take him all the way, I smooth the lube over his cock and carefully slide him inside the tight, soft sleeve.  He tenses immediately, unsure of what he's feeling, but as I move it up and down his shaft, he relaxes.  With my left hand working the sleeve and my wet, right thumb teasing him beneath, I begin taking his balls into my mouth, one at a time, then both, pushing him until I'm rewarded with near-constant auditory feedback.  It's a divine sound that grows with my intensity until he's stridently chanting my name, his hips thrust forward into the sleeve as I hold my position, letting my right thumb slip a little lower now that he's too far gone to be ashamed, and instantly, he explodes, roaring my name as his come shoots out of small hole in the tip of the sleeve.

"Oh, Evan!  Oh, God, Evan!" he cries, and when his body falls to the table, spent, I'm disgracefully pleased with myself, knowing I've exceed his expectations and my own.

 

"What was that?" Cain asks as I unclip his cuffs.  When I show him the sleeve laying at the end of the table, he looks surprised and a little uncomfortable, and it makes me feel powerful to be the one who is not squeamish for a change.

"Where did you get that?" he asks.

"It was in the Toy Box."

"Lucy."  He shakes his head.

"I thought you picked out everything in here," I complain, drawing my lips into a pout.

"So did I," Cain says, laughing.  "So did I."