Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,33
have been, whether or not they scened this evening.
He turned on some music. The bass thundered, reverberating through her, drowning the sounds of their breathing and making it impossible for her to know where he was in the room.
Sensory deprivation and overload rolled together, leaving her mindless.
He touched her pussy, and she screamed from the shock. But before she could try to draw her legs together, he moved.
She sagged against her bonds.
“Five.”
“Sir?”
He rubbed the backs of her thighs, then vigorously massaged her ass cheeks. She knew he did it so she wouldn’t bruise.
Then he stunned her with the paddle on the back of her leg, directly above her right knee. This was nothing like what she’d experienced with Master Simon. Though it was a dull pain compared to the flogger, it went deep, completing her. It was everything she’d fantasized about after she’d seen the BDSM movie.
He landed another on the opposite leg.
She exhaled, forcing away the pain.
Masterfully, he played with her pussy, inserting a finger, driving her to the edge.
Then…nothing.
He pulled away his hand.
All she knew was thunderous music, darkness and the kind of arousal that she’d never before experienced.
With the edge of the paddle, he tapped her nipple hard before squeezing it and releasing one of the clamps. She squealed.
“Nice?” he asked her.
She pursed her lips. Nice? Awful. Debilitating. Wonderful.
He landed another.
Was that three? Did him hitting the nipple clamp count as one of the five strokes?
The unclamped breast ached, but the other burned from the metal’s grip. The backs of her legs stung, and her pussy throbbed.
She’d never experienced anything so commandingly powerful. She wanted more. “Yes.”
He released the other clamp, then as blood surged back in, he put it back in place. She screamed. Then she became aware that the sound of her pain mixed with his diabolical chuckle in an erotic sensation that filled her senses.
The weight of the dangling chain and clamp made her eyes tear.
The next two strokes landed on her buttocks, square, but not as painful because of the amount of flesh he covered.
But did she have one more coming? Or were they done?
She waited, unsure whether to be on guard or to relax completely and wait for him to release her bonds.
Long seconds hung, then passed.
Sure it was over, she exhaled and allowed her head to loll to one side, ready for the nasty clover to be removed.
He caught her then with a shocking stripe, beneath her buttocks, lifting her heels from the floor.
It stunned and thrilled.
He shoved three fingers deep inside her pussy, and she orgasmed.
She was hardly aware of him unfastening the cuffs, and she kept her eyes closed for a while after he removed the blindfold. With his reassuring strength, he guided her toward the bench then pulled her into his lap and held her close.
“I still need to remove the other clamp.”
She nodded.
He took it off, then he toyed with her nipple until she sagged against his chest.
“How was it?”
“Unbelievable.” She breathed in his scent. It seemed the more experience she gained, the more she blossomed. The hesitant woman who’d walked down into the basement yesterday bore little resemblance to the sub she was becoming.
He cleaned up the area, turned off the music, then gathered the bag and told her to head to the bedroom.
“Are we done?”
“We’re only beginning. After you.”
She walked up the stairs ahead of him, aware of his heated gaze on her. At one time, it might have made her nervous. Now she pulled back her shoulders and lightly gripped the handrail on the way up.
Once they were in the bedroom, he put a bottle of lube on the nightstand and instructed, “Undress me.”
“My pleasure, Sir.”
Something hot flared in his eyes.
She started with his shirt, baring his strong, broad chest. After folding his shirt, she unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather from the loops, remembering how sexy it had felt on her backside yesterday. And if he were serious about them having a future together, maybe she’d feel it again.
The thought gave her goosebumps.
She looked up at him to see him staring at her, noting her every movement.
Moving faster, wanting connection, she bent to help him remove his boots and socks then knelt to unzip his jeans. He plucked a condom from his pocket and tossed it on the bed.
Her mouth dried.
Even though she’d known he’d be commando, seeing his cock, so thick and erect just inches from her face turned her on. Wanting him, she leaned toward him and took him in