Nobody's Hero (14 page)

Oh, God. Don’t puke, Kitty
.

“Close your eyes, kitten.”

Now the floggers began hitting any exposed
area that happened to come into their path—breasts, abdomen, arms,
legs, soles of her feet, and…oh God, that last lash hit her
directly on her pussy and clit. Pain!

“Oh!” Her clit zinged. Maybe not pain! But
she’d spun away again before the next blow fell on her breasts and
abdomen. The whooshing of the floggers consumed her mind. She kept
her eyes closed and surrendered to the sensations. She became
lightheaded, and time stopped as she floated. Free.

A kiss to her lips caused her eyelids to
flutter open. His hands on her tingling breasts caused her to ease
back into reality. Where had she been? She only remember a sense of
euphoria. Nothing existed but her sublime ecstasy.

“Back with me, kitten?”

“Back?”

“You were floating again. I thought I'd let
you enjoy subspace a while longer this time, now that I'm sure
that's where you're going. You've been out of it for about thirty
minutes.”

“I think I still am.” Her breathless voice
sounded like a siren’s. She giggled. Heady stuff.

“Ready for more?”

“There’s more?”

He chuckled. “Oh, yes, kitten. I have much
more planned for you.”

He disappeared from her vision for a moment
and when he stood by her again, he’d lost the floggers. Now he held
what looked like her mother’s pattern-tracing wheel, with a dozen
or more sharp, steel points. Before she could wonder what he
intended to do with it, she felt it pressing lightly against the
sole of her right foot, which was bound tightly behind her
thigh.

“No, Sir! I’m ticklish there!”

He chuckled again, sadistically, and
continued to run the wheel over her sole until more tears spilled
from her eyes. At last, he moved on to her leg, which had turned
red and looked swollen inside the bindings. Oh, that was going to
hurt when the blood rushed back in—she hoped not as badly as her
nipples.

The wheel continued up her calf, over the
bumps and knots of the ropes, then up onto her thigh.

“You still want me to touch your clit and
pussy, kitten?”

“No, Sir! I changed my mind!”

He laughed out loud this time and the wheel
moved closer and closer to her pussy. She tried to jerk away, but
he was between her legs now, not allowing the ropes to spin her
away, moving closer and closer to her thong. With his other hand,
his finger traced the outline of the waistband, over the triangular
scrap of lace, and down the crack between her legs. She shook her
head as the wheel came closer. Closer.

The wheel squeaked as it rolled onto the side
of her mons and into the valley between her thigh and pussy. The
spikes grabbed at her pubic hair and wouldn’t let go of. “Ow!”
Master Adam bent over and kissed the place where her hair had been
pulled, then leaned away and let the damned wheel rolled right over
the lace triangle, applying more pressure as he went over her
clit.

“Oh, my God!” Her clit zinged to welcome the
device of torture. What the fuck was the matter with her? How could
her body enjoy being on the edge of pain like this? Not knowing
what he might do next?

His lips brushed her right thigh between the
ropes and sent delicious tingles through her. He slowly nibbled his
way to the vee between her legs, then his teeth skimmed over her
lace-covered but now very erect clit. How was he going to get the
thong off now with her legs tied like this? He should have thought
about that earlier. Somehow, though, she was certain he’d figure
out something. Right now, all she wanted to do was lose herself in
the feel of his mouth approaching her pussy.

He stood up, and she heard the wheel hit the
floor. He seemed to be reaching into his pocket for something, and
she saw him coming at her with a pocketknife. One slight tug of the
string between her butt cheeks and then felt him tug the thong
away. Well, she guessed he’d purchased the expensive thong, so it
was his to cut away if he wanted to.

The knife went back into his leathers, and he
bent down to spread the curls on her outer lips with his thumbs.
The tip of his warm, hard tongue pressed against the side of her
clit hood, removing all thought from her mind. She felt
lightheaded, which only added to the sense of euphoria rushing
through her. “Oh, Sir! Yessss!” His finger slid down the cleft to
her pussy and entered her in one swift motion. Dripping wet. He
plunged another finger inside her and curled them around to press
that bundle of nerves she’d never known existed.

She couldn’t contain her screams, no matter
who might hear. “Oh, please, yessssssssssss!” His tongue stroked
both sides of her hood, teasing her clit to become more erect,
without touching it directly. When it did respond, he flicked his
tongue against the sensitive nub. So intense. Suddenly, she felt
like crying and laughing at the same time.

“Oh, Master Adam! Yessss!!!”

Karla was weightless, hanging on the egde.
She felt as if she were flying. A strange euphoria engulfed every
part of her body. She floated, literally this time, as she tumbled
over the crest. Her screams laced intermittently with panting
filled the room, and she tried to clamp her thighs around his head
to hold him closer, but, of course, she couldn’t move. Then his
head was gone. Suddenly, the world spun on its axis and went
topsy-turvy. She was hanging knees over head, staring at the bulge
in Master Adam’s leathers.

Totally at her Master’s mercy.

Totally surrendered to him.

Totally Master Adam’s.

* * *

Hearing Karla’s screams put his dick into
painful spasms, aching to get out of his leathers and have some
fun, too. She excited him more than anyone had in a very long time.
Shock and awe. But he needed to get her down out of this inverted
position now, before she blacked out. Her body shook from the
after-spasms of her orgasm. For a novice to the lifestyle, she
certainly had intense responses to submission, going into subspace
twice during the scene. He usually had to work with a sub quite
awhile to get her to trust him enough to let go, but Karla…

Trusts you completely.

Fuck
. Better than just about anything
she could have given him. What was he going to do with such a
special gift?

He adjusted the ropes to move her torso into
a horizontal position again, and lowered her carefully to the
floor. He knelt and lowered her gently into his arms, immediately
working to loosen and untie her right leg first.

“M-Master Adam?”

“Yes, kitten?”

“Th-thank you. That was…unbelievable.”

“I loved hearing you scream my name, little
one.”

Her trembling had lessened as he released the
rest of the ropes, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her
over to the loveseat where he grabbed a blanket from the basket on
the floor and wrapped her in it. He stroked her hair, loving the
feel of her body curled against him.

“I didn’t know I would be so loud, Sir.”

He chuckled. “Most men enjoy hearing a woman
in the throes of passion. I know I do.”

Her hand reached up and stroked his leather
vest, then ventured inside to his pec. “Sir?”

“Yes, kitten?”

“If I do something wrong as your slave,
you’ll tell me, won’t you?”

“Yes. It’s my responsibility to make you
aware of those things so you can correct them.”

“Am I in trouble for forgetting to call you
Sir or forgetting to get the signal to eat, Sir?”

He tilted her head back into the crook of his
arm and stroked her cheek, smiling down at her. “Karla, this is
just your first day. You’re still in training. I don’t expect
perfection. I also won’t punish unless you willfully disobey me.
That would be true, whether you are my slave or my sub. I’m just
pleased to see you trying so hard to be a good slave for me.”

Even if I don’t want you being my slave.

Why was he having such a hard time accepting
her as a slave if she wanted to be one? He’d tolerated the
arrangement to make Joni happy. It was just that being a Dom came
more naturally to him. Regardless, he missed having her challenge
him, talk back to him, even engage in conversation about things not
related to BDSM and sex. Why had she shut down that part of
herself? Because she was his slave.

Because you effectively killed it.

“Sir?”

“Yes, kitten?”

“Don’t you want to come, too?”

He smiled, pleased that she was concerned
about him. “No, hon. The experience of restraining you with ropes
and giving you that screaming orgasm is all I need to satisfy me
right now. A lot of BDSM play doesn’t involve sex.”

“But I thought…”

He waited, and when she didn’t continue, he
prompted, “You thought what?”

“Never mind, Sir.”

“Kitten.” He felt her body stiffen at his
tone.

“Well, I just thought…that was the goal. Why
do BDSM if you don’t have sex?”

“For me, BDSM is about control. When I had
you swinging from those ropes, I had total control over your body.
You couldn’t escape. I manipulated you any way I wanted and there
was nothing you could do to stop me—well, except safeword.”

“No, I didn’t even think about safewording.
Even in the pain, there was…”

“Finish the thought.”

“Pleasure. And I was so relaxed. But when you
suspended me in the air, I felt like I could fly. Then you tilted
me upside down after I came and…all I could think about was falling
at first, but…”

“Kitten, stop making me coax the words out of
you.”

“I’m sorry. I…I just trusted you not to harm
me.”

Yeah, I know you did.
Those words
should make him feel elated. She trusted him not to do physical
harm, but there also was emotional harm. He could inflict great
damage there, as he’d done with Joni, hadn't he? Joni hadn't said
so in so many words but…

He needed to get Karla to fucking safeword
before it was too late.

“Karla, tomorrow I want you to take Cassie
home.”

“Slaves can drive, Sir?”

“Slaves do anything their Masters tell them
to do. Many of them hold jobs, some of them in pretty high-powered
management and executive positions.”

Really?
She had no idea.

“You’ll take Cassie home and be back here in
six and a half hours from when you leave. Stop for a quick lunch
before you head home. Nothing else.”

He was putting her on a time limit? She’d
always enjoyed visiting with Cassie at the cabin for hours, but he
was only giving her a thirty-minute window outside driving time,
which included time to stop and eat? Well, she could skip lunch and
drive a little faster…

“You will obey the speed limit, and you will
eat because if you disobey me, kitten, you will suffer the
consequences when you get home.” Had he just read her mind, or had
he just come to know her so well—finally? She shivered.

Why did his telling her what to do outside
the house bother her so much? She’d been independent since college.
Maybe his hiring her, giving her a place to live, and taking care
of most of her living expenses had given him the idea he owned her.
However, she’d loved submitting to him a short while ago. He had
commanded her every move and she had never had such an emotional
and physical connection to anyone before.

But that was different. Could she really let
him control everything about her, the way he wanted to? Could she
even think about saying no, when he was holding her like this,
focusing on her alone? Of course not.

“Yes, Sir.”

Karla heard footsteps behind her but was too
tired to lift her head to see who had arrived. She wished she could
have Master Adam all to herself.

“Sorry, sir.” Damián. He sounded drained. “I
didn’t see you here. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll come back
later.”

Adam’s arms around her grew tense. “What’s
wrong?”

“Nothing. Bad day. I just stopped by to work
out some...tension.”

“Wait for me in the kitchen.”

Karla began to sit up, but Master Adam held
her firmly in his arms. “This is our special time, kitten.
Aftercare. Damián will wait.”

Our special time.

For him to choose her needs over Damián’s was
sweet, but Damián didn’t sound very good. He needed Master Adam,
too. Karla hated to let go, because she felt a little fragile right
now, but Adam needed to be with his son.

“I’m fine, Sir.” She pulled away from him
and, this time, he let her go. He took her chin and turned her
toward him, searching each eye in turn. She smiled.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded, unable to speak past the knot in
her throat. He helped her up and walked across the room to retrieve
her clothing, helping her dress. She felt cherished and nurtured.
If only they could have more special time together. She liked
that.

* * *

As the hour approached midnight, Karla
started down the hall to Cassie’s door. She was naked under Master
Adam’s terry-cloth robe, which nearly came to her ankles. She
should have asked his permission to use the hot tub, but most
likely, he wouldn’t even know they’d been out there.

When they had gone into the kitchen earlier
this evening, Damián had looked as if the demons of hell were on
his heels. He’d headed home without talking, but her Master had
insisted on following him to check on Damián. He told her that, on
nights like these, the two of them usually talked things over for
hours on end. She assumed it was about the war, which he wouldn’t
talk with her about. He’d told her not to wait up for him, so he
probably wouldn’t be back for hours.

Karla blushed to think Damián might have been
in the house when she was screaming as Master Adam brought her to
the most explosive orgasm of her life. There was no privacy in this
house, but he’d told her she had free run of the house when she’d
first arrived. She’d just avoided his bedroom, until after he’d
returned home from the hospital over a week ago. Surely Master Adam
wouldn’t object to her wanting to make use of his hot tub.