Killer Among Us (7 page)

She turned slightly, ruby red lips parted to
reveal small and even white teeth and he smiled back.

“
Hi,” Sophie said shyly.
Between her legs her pussy felt heavy, full and warm. Her mouth was
dry and she could not help but notice the way Kane’s shirt
emphasized his broad chest and flat belly, the way his jeans clung
to his lean hips and long legs. The top buttons of his shirt were
undone, showing a triangle of golden skin, skin she wanted to put
her nose up against and sniff. She wanted to inhale the rich manly
scent of him.

“
I’ve converted you.” He
was hoping to sound like he was not happily surprised to see her
but he failed. A huge grin had lifted the corners of his mouth and
he knew, knew, that no matter what else happened during the night
he wanted her.

“
I...” she wasn’t sure what
to say. She was slightly afraid he would call her out as a fraud
and she didn’t want to leave so she blurted out the first thing
that came to mind, “You have a really big bag there.”

Kane laughed. If it had been any other woman
he would have known she were flirting and wanted to see what tools
he had brought with him to the club, since it was Sophie he knew
she was simply trying to make small talk. “You could say that. Are
you planning to play?”

She blinked. “Play…what?’

“
Play,” Kane said and his
hand raised, waving around the dungeon,” that’s what we call it,
play.”

“
Why play?”

“
It’s certainly not
work.”

The joke made her laugh. Her eyes went back
to the people who were tied to the crosses and the woman on her
knees, tethered to a small metal loop that resembled a croquet
wicket whose ends were buried in the concrete floor. She had placed
her head on the leg of the man who stroked her head from time to
time and her eyes were closed in what looked like utter bliss.

“
Play is just a generic
name.” Kane said. “Everyone has different ways of playing.” On one
wall a man stood nude while a woman cracked a long and scary whip
across his ass and back. “Some like it rougher than
others.”

“
What if…what if you don’t
know how you like it?”

“
You explore until you
do.”

A blush stained her cheeks and she ducked
her head, he had to strain to hear her next question, “And, how do
you know if someone is willing to play with you?”

Kane felt his breath catch in his throat.
“You simply ask them.”

She nodded. “Do you want to play with
me?”

“
I would love
to.”

The constant mistrust she felt tried to rear
its head and change her mind, but she fought back, refusing to
allow the past to prevent her from taking a step forward, a step
she wanted so badly to take. Kane saw the conflicted emotions on
her face and he found himself wondering what damage she had
suffered, what had happened to make her so afraid. He knew that
most people coming into BDSM for the first time had trust and fear
issues, hers ran deeper and it was obvious.

“
Okay,” she said
finally.

He took her hand and a small shock ran
through him at the touch of her warm skin. He hadn’t been so
excited in a long time and he could feel the envious stares aimed
at his back when he led her into one of the semi-private rooms that
lay scattered around the central room.

“
Why is everyone watching
us?” she asked in a whisper.

He had hoped she hadn’t noticed. He set the
bag down on the chair, looking around at the small massage table
and the spanking bench that occupied the room.

“
They don’t recognize you.
Many people prefer newcomers, especially new subs. They call it the
Dominant Dog Dance. They like the new ones because they don’t know
how to say no.”

“
Why would someone say
no?”

He turned to face her, “Because sometimes
you have to. If something hurts you, goes beyond your limits, or if
something feels wrong, you have the right to stop it. If someone is
doing something you didn’t agree to you have the right to stop
it.”

“
How do you do
that?”

“
Safe words. Red means
stop, period. If someone keeps doing something after you have said
red then they are not doing something you consented to anymore. You
are always in full control of what happens.”

“
I see.”

“
Tell me what you are going
to say if I do something you don’t like.”

“
Red.”

“
Good girl.” His hand
grazed her cheek and she smiled, the words had loosened something
in her.

He took a deep breath, “Would you like to
take off your dress?”

Sophie reached for the cleverly concealed
zipper then paused, feeling awkward. “Are you planning on having
sex with me?”

“
If we both think that’s a
good idea we may, but if not, then no.”

Sophie had to bite her lips shut to keep
from blurting out she had never wanted sex so much in her whole
life.

Undressing was the hardest thing she had
ever done. The dress puddled on the floor, sighing softly as it
fell onto the tops of her shoes. She bent over and picked it up,
laying it carefully across the back of the chair that sat in one
corner. Kane eyed her body with real appreciation, her high firm
breasts were capped with light pink nipples, her belly was concave
and her waist narrow. The constant walking had built muscle into
her flat lean thighs and the curve of her hips and outward thrust
of her ass were covered by a pair of boy shorts so abbreviated pale
crescent shaped slices of her ass showed below the lace bedecked
hem.

Her fingers trembled as she ran them across
the top of her panties. She swallowed hard, wondering if she should
leave them on. They were wet and sticky at the junction of her
crotch and she felt the red flush on her face as she stood there,
undecided.

Kane saw her fear, “You may leave them on if
you like.”

The words, the permission to keep them if
she needed them, allowed her to decide. She pulled them down and it
hit her halfway through the process that she had no idea of how to
do that in a sexy manner. She felt awkward and a little silly and a
small giggle escaped her, dissolving her tension.

She held the panties in her hand, weighing
the small scrap of lace and fabric for a moment. She took a deep
long breath and opened her hand, allowing them to fall to the floor
as well.

“
I want you to lie on the
table, on your back. I know you’re new to this so I want to go very
slowly.”

She lay on the table, her limbs trembled and
her breath came in hard short gasps as he fiddled around in long
metal case and then plugged a thick black electrical cord into the
wall. A glowing purple light appeared and she stared at it.

“
It’s a violet wand. Just
relax.” Kane ordered.

She did, the words were an order despite
being couched in a soft tone and for some reason her body responded
to that by doing as he said. Her stiff muscles loosened and her
crotch grew damper.

A buzzing sound made her jerk sideways. Kane
made a soft soothing sound and then lowered the wand to her
shoulders, running it slowly down along her arms to her hands.

The low charge made her skin tingle, she
gasped as her nerve endings responded to the tool. Kane switched to
the body contact, electrifying his entire body so that wherever he
touched her a low tingle followed.

He cupped her breasts, flicking his fingers
across her nipples. They tightened until they were almost painful.
When the wand touched her crotch she shrieked, then burst into
giggles. Kane switched attachments, using a large glass comb to
rake through her hair, sending odd and exciting prickles through
her scalp.

When the light from the wand shut off she
was instantly bereft but Kane leaned close to her ear and asked,
“Are you okay?”

“
Yes.” She wriggled against
the hard surface of the table. “I liked that very much.”

He chuckled, “The violet wand is terrific.
Would you like to try something a little more intense?”

“
Yes.”

“
Turn over.”

She did. Her face lay against the table, her
stomach tightened with anticipation as his hands ran down her back,
her ass and legs. His nails scratched lightly at her should blades
then he kneaded her ass cheeks. The massage was heavy, almost
brutal. His hands were powerful and she lay there torn between
pleasure and pain, low whimpers escaping her throat.

The first slap took her by surprise and she
screamed; a short sharp burst of sound. A second slap landed on the
opposite ass cheek, leaving a warming and burning sensation behind
that made slippery fluids pour out of her pussy.

Confusion swirled in, did she really like
being hit? She had hated it when her foster father had done it but
right then it felt good, she wasn’t sure why. She was not even sure
that she wanted to know why.

She arched her ass upward, silently pleading
for more and Kane smiled. He used the palm of his hand, varying the
strikes so that he was hitting different areas, reddening the peach
like halves of her ass.

He could see the delicate seam of her
asshole, the glistening threads of come that had slid down her
inner thighs and the pink flesh that peeked at him from under the
neatly trimmed thatch of coarse black curls. He wanted to run his
fingers along that space, to feel that dampness and the heated
flesh there but he wanted to know she wanted that first.

Sophie was lost in a sea of endorphins and
lust. Her hips bucked and jerked, her nipples scraped against the
surface of the table and her ass quivered and jiggled under the
blows. Small moans came from her mouth, a counterpoint to the
sounds of flesh hitting flesh. A pulsing friction had begun in her
walls, she did not know what it was but she wanted more of it.

“
I want to touch
you.”

The ragged pant made her realize that he was
feeling the same things she was and she whispered, “I want you to
touch me, too.”

“
Ask me for it.”

She could not form the words for a few
moments, asking for sex, wanting to ask for sex, was beyond her
comprehension. When she could get the words to leave her tongue
they were strangled and almost inaudible, “Will you touch me
please?”

Kane knew that was a major triumph and did
not push her. He slid his fingers up, stroking the sensitive area
between her ass and pussy, making her grind her mound against the
table.

“
Turn over.”

She did, not even thinking. He rubbed his
fingers against the hardened bud of her clit, enjoying the
expression of ecstasy on her face. “Is that all you want?”

“
No. I …I want…” She
couldn’t finish the sentence and she didn’t have to. Kane pulled
her body lower and then he knelt between her legs. He parted the
delicate flesh of her labia, opening her so that his tongue and
fingers could pleasure her.

He gently sucked on her clit, the slight
pressure making sensation explode inside of her. His fingers
stroked at the entrance to her tunnel, teasing her until she
begged. Her voice cracked and broke as she pleaded with him to
touch her, to put his fingers inside of her.

He slid one into her walls, not surprised at
the tightness of them. He had known she was not very experienced.
He thrust gently into her, loosening her slightly as his tongue
worked faster and harder. The rhythm became faster, her legs
strained and ached, the muscles in her neck corded and sweat ran
down her face.

“
Oh please, please,
please,” she moaned, not sure what it was she was asking for, only
that she needed it.

“
Come for me right now.”
Kane could feel his own lust reaching a nearly unbearable peak. His
prick strained at the zipper of his jeans and he had to resist the
urge to stroke that hardness.

Thick white come spurted from her coral
folds, filling his mouth with salty sweetness. His fingers were
gripped and released as she contracted and relaxed in the throes of
her orgasm.

He moved up, holding her close, dampening
his desire in order to ensure that she was okay. Long moments
passed, Sophie lay there in a golden languor, her face buried in
his neck. The scent of his cologne and a richer, muskier scent
filled her nostrils and she sighed contentedly.

Eventually she became aware of the feeling
of his cock pressed against her. She had never liked that weight,
that stiffness but she liked his. She wriggled her hips closer
experimentally and he growled out, “I’m human, if you keep doing
that I am going to fuck you.”

“
Good.” The boldness of
that one word shocked and excited her. “I want you to.”

She watched as he stripped off his clothes.
She let her eyes wander over his strong shoulders and muscled arms,
flat belly and the thin strip of black hair that ran from his navel
into the waistband of his jeans. When he tugged the zipper down his
hard dick sprang forth, the head already swollen and purple.

Kane watched her as he stroked the shaft
with his fingers, he knew he was longer and wider than most men and
he wondered if he would be able to penetrate her without hurting
her.

He climbed up on the table with her, using
his hand to guide his hot cock to her slit. He rubbed the head in
the thick oils there, lubricating himself, the silkiness of her
fluids made pleasure course through his body, he unrolled a condom
onto his organ and then carefully slid a bare inch inside of
her.