The Silken Edge (Silken Edge 1) (6 page)

He made sure the feather traveled over every part of her exposed skin. When he trailed it between her legs, she let out a quiet moan. “Do you like that, little one?” he whispered against her ear
.

She pressed her legs together and purred.

He rewarded her with another pass of the feather, with the same result.

“Do not press your legs together this time,” he ordered. He could see her muscles twitching and once the feather went between her legs, she slammed them together and giggled.

“You disobeyed a direct order.” He grabbed her ankle and strapped it in a cuff attached to the leg rest on the chair, then secured her second ankle in the same manner. “You disobey and now you pay, little one.”

Her body froze and the giggling ceased.

Putting the feather down, he picked up a Wartenburg wheel. He pressed the small, spiked wheel against the swell of her breast and rolled it with a slight amount of pressure, and she moaned.

“Color?” he asked
.

“Green, Sir.”

He trailed it around her body where the feather had just been.

The device prompted her to whimper and groan when he placed it between her thighs and traced around the outline of her panties. Wetness seeped through.

“Ah, little one, are you wet?” He then trailed over the fabric of her bra where her nipples hardened.

“Oh, yes Master. This feels sooo good. Harder please.”

His dick was painfully engorged and wanted nothing more than to thrust inside her. Hearing her beg, he pressed harder with the instrument and she winced.

“Color?”

“Yellow, but don’t stop.” The words left her in a breathless rush.

He was merciless with the wheel. He left trails of little pale welts all over her body. The contrast of her flawless skin and the marks he left on her almost made him come. He put the wheel down and picked up a swath of smooth silk. He touched it to her reddened skin and she sucked in a breath.

As he ran the cloth over her rosy trails, she began to tremble and moan. Her body tensed as the cloth slowly and teasingly neared her panty line. Her body gave all the signs that she was working up to an orgasm. He couldn’t just let her walk out in that condition. Hell, his balls were tightening at her pleasure, and it was painful. One of them needed a release, and it couldn’t be him. He had to be professional. He put the silky material aside.

Reaching down to her legs he ran his bare hand up to the apex of her thighs and stroked her skin. She groaned and wriggled her hips as much as the chair would allow. Taking that as an invitation, he ran his fingers gently along her lace covered pussy. Her mouth hung open and her heavy breathing hitched. She licked her lips and swallowed. He made another pass over the lace, but this time he hovered over her clit and rubbed a little harder.

She whimpered and her body began to quake. “That’s it little one, come for me. Now!” She shivered letting out a small release as his fingers worked her nub. He chuckled at how responsive she was to him.

“Wh-what?” She asked groggily.

“Nothing little one. Do you want more?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Very well.” He released her from the ankle cuffs and helped her up. He undid the rope around her wrists and rubbed them tenderly. “Do your arms hurt?”

“No, Sir. I forgot I had arms.”

He laughed out loud.

Keeping the blindfold on her, he walked her to a spanking bench where he planned to test her limits, he knew she couldn’t deny she was into kink now, why not take it farther? He helped her kneel onto a padded shelf at the base of a table, and then bent her over at a ninety degree angle. Turning her head to the right, he placed her cheek against the vinyl surface. Stretching her arms out to the sides, he locked her wrists into cuffs. “How does that feel?”

“A little scary, Sir.”

“Color?”

“Green, maybe a little yellow.” He stood and looked at her, wishing he could drop his pants and shove into her from behind. A throaty groan escaped his mouth.

***

Kneeling and strapped to a strange apparatus she couldn’t see, insecure feelings swept through her being bent over a table with her ass sticking out. Then she thought about how sexy this pose would be if she were completely naked, and that made her nub twitch causing a delicious feeling on her already sensitive clit.

Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad. Master Jay had made her feel good up to this point. Hell, he brought her to an orgasm without normal foreplay. Something about the tickle of the feather, to the sharp sensations, and then the soft fabric he rubbed on her, she got lost in herself. So yeah, she trusted him and decided to relax, and to take whatever he had to offer.

“My little one, you’re on a spanking bench. How do you feel?”

“Okay, I guess, Sir.”

“You guess or you know?” he growled.

“I know, Sir. Please spank me,” she breathed.
Where the hell had that come from?
She was frightened at the thought of being spanked, but when he spoke to her that way she knew deep down inside she wanted it, and wanted it bad.
Holy shit.

Nothing happened for a long time. She wiggled her ass, and shortly after, the feel of restraints being wrapped around her thighs startled her. “I didn’t say you could move, did I?” Master asked in a quiet, menacing tone.

“No, Sir.” She disappointed him, and now she was strapped in so tight she couldn’t move. Her breathing picked up and her feelings were mixed with arousal and fear.

“Color?”

“Yellow, Sir.”

“Why?”

“I can’t move I feel trapped, and I’m afraid it will hurt.” Her voice shook.

He ran his hand over her back in a soothing manner and spoke softly. “Know I will
never
hurt you, and remember all you have to do is say 'red' and I will stop the scene immediately, remove the restraints, and you will be free to go. No one is holding you here against your will, little one. You are in control.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Master Jay.”

“You’re welcome.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her head against her hair, and then he lingered there for a moment. Pulling away he trailed his fingers along the exposed skin on her back. “Will you be all right? I need to step out for a moment. I want you to think about how good you felt before, and then you should be ready for me when I return.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She heard him walk to the door, open it, and close it. She lay there helpless, afraid, and turned on, all at the same time. She didn’t know if her heart could take the rapid beat for long. It felt like it would pound out of her chest violently. She slowed her breathing and thought about how Master Jay made her feel up to that point.

After what felt like an eternity, she heard the door open and footsteps heading her way.

“So little one, have you had time to think and feel?”

“I have, Sir, and I’m ready.”

His hand massaged her ass, and then he smoothed his palm over it softly. Without warning he slapped her right cheek. She screeched at the suddenness of it, but it didn’t hurt.

“Color?”

“Green, Sir. Very green.” She was surprised at the rush of excitement coursing through her veins.

He slapped her left cheek, rubbed them both gently, and then repeated the process. “Now I’m going to slap you ten times. I will not stop unless you safeword.” Without a pause he began to slap her ass cheeks hard, alternating between the two, one after another in different spots. It stung but felt incredibly erotic at the same time. Her clit pulsed anticipating each blow, and tingled every time his hand made contact.

The biting sting was almost unbearable. Almost. But she knew it would end, and she had her safeword. The last two hits were the hardest. She blew out a breath and whimpered when he stopped.

“Color?”

“Yellow. I need a break, Sir.”

“There will be no more spanking.”

Had she done this wrong? Why did he stop? A firm hand touched her lower back and the feel of a cool silken material met her skin again. The soft cloth on her stinging ass cheeks felt wonderful, but not as good as the fingers that danced on her clit. A sudden hard orgasm rocked through her middle making her toes curl, and her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her pussy clenched and a trickle of wetness ran down her legs.

“Ohhh.” She moaned. “What the hell?”

Master Jay didn’t respond. After he undid her restraints, he cleaned her with a warm washcloth, and applied a lotion to sooth her pink bottom. He carried her to another room, and sat with her, removing the blindfold.

Pulling her back up against his chest, he wrapped them together in a soft, warm blanket. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of candles burning, and the scent of vanilla jasmine incense wafted in the air. Speaking to the back of her head, Master Jay used soft hushed tones telling her she did well and to relax. Her body shivered and she couldn’t be sure if this was the comedown after her experience or something else.

As if in tune with her mind, he said, “I need to be sure you’re okay before I send you off. It’s all a part of aftercare. What you are feeling now is a drop in your endorphins. Do you have any questions or concerns?” He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her side.

“No.” She sighed.

***

Startled by a noise she jumped up and realized she’d fallen asleep. Turning around she saw the wide-eyed Dom who she’d been with for the evening still in his leathers and hood. “It’s okay little one, you dozed off. Between the stress of our session and your nerves, you were exhausted.”

The cool air stung her skin. She looked around the room frantically for her dress recalling her session and the things they did. Her cheeks grew warm and she wanted to run out, but she couldn’t. Still in her bra and panties she had no idea which way was out anyway.

Master Jay stood and walked to her slowly with his hands out. “Come,” he demanded, and her body gravitated toward him. How dare her body defy her? He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Her cheek pressed against his chest and she closed her eyes as his chin rested in her hair. “You’re wonderful, and you gave me an amazing gift tonight; it was an honor to be your first experience. Thank you.”

Her emotions played on her and she began to cry. “Master, am I a freak?” She could feel the tears rolling down her reddened cheeks.

He pulled away from her. “No, my little one. Why do you ask such a thing?” He wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

“Because I came after you did…
things
to me. Things that weren’t normal.” She looked away from him. “And what’s worse is, I liked them.” More tears rolled off her lower lid.

“That’s where you’re wrong. It was sane, safe and consensual. You felt good, enjoyed the things we did, and you responded to them beautifully. That’s all that matters.” He tucked some hair behind her ear and she nuzzled toward his hand. He cupped her cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed or feel ashamed. You are a sexual, curious being.” He pulled her back into an embrace and she shivered. “Wait here. I’ll get your clothing.”

He left the aftercare room leaving her standing there deep in thought. Speaking aloud, she said, “I still don’t know what to think.”

Master Jay cleared his throat and walked to her with her dress and sandals in hand. He dropped her shoes to the floor and she stepped into them. Then he raised her dress and slipped it over her head. Raising her arms she shimmied into the straps and let the fabric drop down around her body. Dressed and ready to go, she didn’t know what to do or say.

They stood in an awkward silence. “I guess this is goodbye.” She kept her gaze away from his. Safe, she thought. She felt attached to him somehow, and if she looked at him she’d want to run into his arms and cry at the thought of never seeing him again. “Would you have me back, Master?”

“In a heartbeat, little one. You know where to find me, contact Stan and he can set it up.” He stepped into her personal space and ran his hands down her arms. Raising the hood up off his mouth only, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth. She felt his warm firm lips and wanted more. She opened her mouth but he pulled away too soon.

“Have you ever had a deep tissue massage?” he asked, and she nodded. “They hurt yet they’re good, right?” She stared at his mouth and then lifted her gaze into his trusting eyes, but then back down to his mouth again. “Physical therapy or going to the dentist for a cleaning can also hurt yet feel good at the same time. Spanking is similar, it hurts good. When you’re sexually aroused it does things to your body. You have to learn what pleases you and how your body reacts. You’ll never know if you don’t try. And to do that, sometimes you have to push your limits. A good Dom can read your body and usually figure it out. Just remember, if you go to another, make sure they have rules and use safewords.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” She never considered going elsewhere, but the thought of it pulled at her heart a little and made her sad.

“Your friend is upstairs, better not keep her waiting any longer; it’s been a long night. You’ve been down here for hours.”