Riding the Storm (27 page)

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She lubed the plug with a sterile packet, but before
shooting the last of the sterile lube into his urethra, she worked him with her
mouth about thirty seconds, until he was rock hard again.

Eric sucked his breath in and held it as the plug slid into
his cock, but didn’t say anything. She smelled adrenaline and arousal, with a
hint of fear — exactly what she wanted. When it was about two inches in,
he said, “Oh. God.” His voice was ten octaves lower than normal, his cock an
iron rod in her hand, and the spicy scent of his arousal filled the room. Her
clit throbbed with her need, but she ignored her own arousal. There would be
time to satisfy her own needs later.

“It’s two thirds of the way in Eric, you can do it. You’re
pleasing me so much, you wouldn’t believe how hot this is making me.”

When the flared tip finally rested on the head of his cock,
Eric’s breathing went erratic and his heart sounded as if it were trying to
escape his chest as he tried to assimilate everything he felt.

She didn’t smell pain — only arousal and conflict,
which meant he hated he was so hard from submitting, and from literally having
his dick plugged… he didn’t want to enjoy it, but couldn’t deny he wanted it.
His cock was granite hard, the pulse at his groin so loud her mouth watered.

Kendra couldn’t wait to fuck him, to sit on his beautiful
cock and take him into her, then ride him into sexual oblivion. However, for
this first scene — and possibly the only scene with her Topping him
— it was important she make more of a
Mistress
impact than she
had. She intuitively realized she needed to assert her dominance with some
pain, not just sensations. But first, she loved watching a man trying to take
something into his cock, especially when he didn’t think he could. She thrived
on their groans as she insisted they accept something most men felt so
unnatural
.
If he let her keep topping him, eventually she’d build him up until he could
take larger sounds and plugs, and she’d bring him to the point where he could
wear a penis plug for an extended period. But for now, he needed to learn to
handle the small stuff.

“It’s okay if you like it,” she told him as she massaged the
base of his cock. “You don’t have to hate this, Eric. In fact, I love how much
you’re responding, your moans and your scent. The little micro-movements your
hips are making. It means it’s time for something bigger.”

“I don’t think I can take anything bigger, oh
God
,
Kendra,
Ma’am
, I don’t think I can.”

“Let’s try. If you can’t then there are other fun things I
can do to your cock, but let’s give it a try.”

He sat statue-still as she pulled the plug out, and Kendra
groaned at the arousal pheromones wafting out of his pores as Eric tried not to
show how much this turned him on. She chose a plug two sizes larger, knowing he
could take it. She was tempted to go three, but didn’t want to push too much
and risk hurting him.

She lubed everything and began inserting oh-so-slowly. This
one would look like jewelry, with a pretty little gemstone flower sitting at
the top of his cock once it was all the way in. He was still hard as a rock
despite his discomfort, and she kept an even closer eye on his face, his
shoulders, his fingers and toes. He curled the latter in when in pain, she’d
discovered.

At about an inch and a half in, she gently caressed his
balls, and slid her fingers to the base of his cock as she slowly let gravity
do its thing up above. His groans were music to her soul, his little breathy
whimpers sent heat straight to her groin, and the blood pulsing into his cock
as the plug settled farther and farther into his urethra — all had her
wanting him, loving him, needing him as her clit throbbed in time to his
heartbeat.

He held his breath as she let the last inch slide in faster,
and as soon as the tip settled against his cockhead, she jacked him off,
sliding her hand up and down the lower half of his cock until he was
millimeters away from an orgasm, and she stopped and stepped away. He gave an
agonized growl, his eyes squeezed closed, his hands in fists, the muscles of
his thighs beautiful in their tension, and his abs were a work of fucking
art
as he tried to use his breath to regain some modicum of control.

Kendra retrieved the gentlest flogger in the playroom, made
for sensation instead of pain. She wanted him to learn to relax under the
flogger, and this was the perfect way to begin his lessons.

Eric’s eyes followed her across the room as she returned,
and her own arousal climbed at the raw submission in his eyes. So beautiful,
bound and at her mercy, with a pretty plug in his dick and so horny he’d likely
do just about anything for her touch. She leaned down and let her kiss show him
how much he’d turned her on, how much she wanted him, how much she treasured
his submission.

As he was processing the kiss, absorbing the difference in
kissing and in
being
kissed, she pulled the pretty jewelry out all at
once, with no warning. He half screamed into her mouth, not in pain, but in
surprise, and then his breathing was so fast she felt the need to talk him
through a few deep breaths as she cleaned the excess lube off his cock with
another warm baby wipe.

When he was clean and his breathing was under control, she
trailed the flogger at his hands so he could feel the soft strands as she told
him, “You know enough about floggers to know this one’s mostly for show and not
pain. I’m going to whip your cock with it, but my aim is sensation and sensory
input. When I’m done with this one, I’ll give you five lashes with a regular
cock whip — if you can take those five lashes and stay hard then I’ll
fuck you. There are bars behind you at the perfect height for my feet and hands
so I can mount you here without moving you. You can stop things without taking
those five lashes. However, if you end the scene I’ll untie you and hold you
and give you lots of TLC, but there’ll be no fucking, and no orgasm by my hand
or
my body. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He flinched for the first few strikes, expecting pain, but
once he realized it didn’t hurt, he relaxed. She kept at it until he was used
to it and even seemed to be enjoying it.

This was the beginnings of trust — she’d told him it
wouldn’t hurt, and even though he thought it would, and his reflexes had been
certain of it, he’d realized she was right and relaxed as he
believed
.
The trust aspect was such a huge part of the turn on for her, and Eric’s faith
in her was a gift — one she intended to repay when it was her turn to
submit.

When she felt he was to the point of wanting more than the
sensations of the soft flogger, she reached for the cock whip. Her voice soft,
she told him, “Five strikes, Eric. Then I fuck you. Take it for me. Take the
pain.”

At the first strike he sucked in a breath, at the second he
gasped, but his adrenaline levels spiked and she knew he wasn’t going to
safeword. The third had his eyes watering and she stopped for twenty seconds to
give him a chance to compose himself before warning, “Two more,” and proceeded
to give them in rapid succession, each strike twice as hard as the first three
had been. She tossed the flogger, grabbed the bar behind his head and swung her
feet to the one behind his lower back, settling her boots on the bar so the
heels acted as a fulcrum.

She balanced herself, and then let go with one hand to hold
his cock as she sat on it, taking his hard length inside her. Kendra’s groans
mixed with his as she sank lower and lower, until her bottom touched his lap,
and she froze until she was used to his width and length, savoring the feel of
being filled with him, having him inside of her, part of her, joined to her.

Their gazes met and she let herself get lost in his eyes as
she slowly lifted herself and then let gravity take her back down. His cock
pulsed inside her, and her own arousal took over.

She rode him for all she was worth, slow enough to keep from
hurting him, but likely faster than he’d ever been ridden by a human. When he
was close, she stopped again, and reached for the nipple clamps draped over the
bar behind his shoulders.

She sat a little heavier in his lap as she let go with her
hands, and let him see the clamps. He hopelessly tried to pull his chest back,
and she looked in his eyes as she attached first one and then the other. These
weren’t terribly cruel, but enough for a touch of pain, more than mere
discomfort.

He sucked in his breath and she smelled his pain as she
lifted and lowered herself. “Do you see storm clouds Eric? Do you want the
scene to end?”

“No, Ma’am. No storm clouds, but those
really
hurt.”

The sound of his voice, straining to take the pain, almost
made her orgasm on the spot, but she held onto it and said, “I know.”

Kendra started moving again, once more riding him as fast as
she dared, since he was human. “You don’t have permission to orgasm until I’ve
come twice, and then you may find release whenever you wish, but those clamps
won’t come off your nipples until you come inside me.” Or until he safeworded,
but she didn’t have to keep reminding him — he knew.

Kendra came almost immediately, as she’d been on the edge of
one for a while, holding back as long as she could. As she approached her
second orgasm about five minutes later, she could feel him straining against
the straps, unable to thrust his hips because of his restraints. His muscles
writhed as he fought the restraints, and she could practically taste his
frustration, excitement, and the torture of being held still when he wanted to
lose control and fuck her like a wildman.

His tortured arousal shot her into the most wondrous
ecstasy, and she shouted her bliss as her body spasmed and jerked around and on
his, and then shot into the stratosphere as she felt him coming inside her. His
growls and shouts harmonized with hers, and their auras mixed and swirled until
it felt as if they were one being with the same experience — both captive
and captor, with no way to tell where one stopped and the other began.

She removed the nipple clamps, let her legs down and braced
her feet on the floor, released his wrists, and rested her head on his
shoulder. His arms came around her, rested on her back, and the two lay
together for several long moments.

When she finally sat up, she casually gave him permission to
rub his nipples if he wished, and she released the rest of his restraints.

Eric groaned as he rubbed around his nipples without touching
them, and she kissed his forehead before lifting him and carrying him like a
baby to the large padded bondage table. She finally removed the wrist and ankle
cuffs, and then crawled up beside him, leaned across his chest, put her mouth
to his ear, and whispered, “I’m hungry, Eric. Let me give you one more orgasm.”

He didn’t open his eyes, just lazily moved his head to give
her access as he said, “Yes, Ma’am. I’m apparently yours.”

She sank her teeth into his neck, injected the right
cocktail, and he came all over his stomach and chest as she drank from him.

Kendra felt their auras mixing again, his life force
languorously blending with hers, and she drank slowly, letting their auras
mingle until it felt as if their souls were dancing.

Their auras didn’t completely merge into one, but Kendra
knew it wasn’t far off — she’d never felt this close to someone so soon.

When she was done feeding, she cleaned him up with warm baby
wipes again, tenderly covered him with a flannel sheet so her cold body
wouldn’t steal his warmth, and snuggled against him over the sheet until he
dozed.

When he was in a deep sleep, she used the bleach mixture to
clean the equipment, gathered the things they’d used, and then pulled the robes
she’d brought earlier from the hooks on the back of the door. She put hers on,
and then roused him enough to stand so she could help him into his. She walked
him back to her room, mostly supporting his weight, put him into her bed, and
lay on top of the blankets to cuddle with him until he was asleep.

When he awakened two hours later, she was sitting beside him
in bed, working on her laptop. She’d heard his stomach growling for ten
minutes, and figured he’d awaken soon, but had let his body pull him from sleep
naturally.

He opened his arms to her when she set her laptop to the
side and scooted down to lay with him.

“I have sandwich stuff in my mini-fridge. You want me to
make you something?”

“I can, and I won’t ask how you knew I was hungry.”

“Lay still,” she told him as she stood. “You gave me so much
earlier — feeding you a three a.m. snack is the least I can do.”

She worked quickly, and within a minute was sliding back
into bed with a sandwich and sports drink for him.

She let him get enough calories in his system to abate the
worst of his hunger, and asked, “Are you ready to talk about it?”

“Not yet. I need to process it some, I think.” He met her
gaze. “I thought you’d bite me to get me hard and keep me aroused. I hadn’t
expected you to get me to stay hard without biting me while... while dominating
me so completely. You seem to’ve found a part of me I didn’t realize existed.”

“You aren’t going to talk yourself out of it, are you?”

“No, I think I’d look pretty silly if I tried to pretend it
did nothing for me after... after
that
.”

“So, are we a switch couple then?”

“If you ever submit to me again, then yeah, I guess we are.”

“Would a relationship really work for us long term if I
never submitted to you again?”

“It would last a while, but... you’re right, long term,
probably not. I’m still wired to Dom, even if I’m apparently wired to submit
every once in a while, too.”

Kendra reached into the drawer of her night table and pulled
out a stack of paper, already stapled together. “Here’s my completed BDSM
checklist. Tell me when and where, and I’m all yours.”