Shockwave (Impulse Book 1) Page 16

  Even though they both knew she wasn’t, she didn’t argue.

  She relaxed beneath his ministrations. While she wasn’t anywhere close to being a good sub, he was a fabulous, if annoying, Dom, implacable, edged with innate gentleness and unafraid to take her to the physical and mental places she craved.

  Over the next few minutes, he smacked her buttocks, increasing the pressure, changing the location, covering a small area before moving on to a larger one. She became lost in a maelstrom of sensation, of hurt, of pleasure.

  “Your responses are the stuff of fantasies.”

  She allowed her body to relax even more as she swam inside her head, each sensation taking her deeper, somewhere between meditation and a waking dream.

  This time, he hadn’t asked her to count or express gratitude for each stroke, and she knew he was letting her surrender to the beating. She kept up an internal mantra of thanks for the bliss that enfolded her.

  He moved away from her, and she protested.

  “We’re not done yet.” In reassurance, he touched her shoulder. “Open your mouth, Alani.”

  As she did, he pushed a latex ball gag into her mouth and secured the strap behind her head. He checked the fit and said, “Show me a safe signal.”

  She pointed her thumb down.

  “No,” he said. “I might miss it. Here.”

  He closed her hand around a thin whip. “Drop it if you need to stop. Understand?”

  She nodded. Despite the fact she couldn’t swallow, she didn’t hate it, and it added a sexy new dimension to the experience.

  “Are you ready to continue?”

  She gave him a thumbs-up signal.

  He smacked her with one hand and played with her pussy with the other, pushing hard on her clit, sliding his fingers into the slick moistness.

  As much as she could, she moved against the spanking bench, enjoying the onslaught. “This. This, this, this.” Her words were a jumbled slur of ecstasy, barely enough for him to make out.

  His cock pressed against her pussy. She hadn’t been aware of him taking off his jeans or rolling on the condom. But all of a sudden, he was in her, stretching her, filling her. But he didn’t stop the stinging spanks. She was on fire, trying to push back as he surged forward. But she was helpless, pinned, trapped.

  “Don’t come yet,” he told her.

  How could she not? This kind of exquisite aching was light-years beyond anything she’d experienced…too much and not enough all at the same time.

  Startling her, he pulled out. Behind the gag, she swore, grateful he couldn’t understand the word.

  “I’ll take that as a thank you,” he said.

  Her Dom knew, always knew, when she was on the edge. Her body ached from the unfulfilled desire.

  A strange, sucking-type noise echoed around her. Lube? Seconds later, he sought entrance to her asshole.

  “Bear down,” he told her.

  Oh, God. He intended to fuck her ass in this position?

  Master Nathaniel worked a finger inside her until he was seated all the way to the knuckle.

  Tied as she was, she was powerless to prevent his manhandling.

  He removed his finger then eased back in, but this time, he stretched her wider. He must have been using two fingers. She clenched against the invasion.

  “Surrender,” his voice soothed and encouraged.

  Damn it, she did better when he wasn’t so sweet.

  She struggled against him, using her body to convey what words couldn’t. Reading what she needed, he shoved a hand into her hair and pulled back. The pain forced her to refocus. “You’ll take what I give you, subbie.” He jammed three fingers in her and added, “And be grateful.”

  She gasped. She was. Oh, so grateful for his mastery.

  “Yeah,” he said, easing his grip and forcing his fingers into her tight channel again. “You’ve had a plug up there. This is no worse.”

  Yes, it was. The plug had been unyielding, but having him flex his fingers and spread her left her open, more exposed. More submissive.

  Before she was prepared, he left her. “Stay right there.”

  His footsteps echoed off the floor, then water ran, making her curious. She schooled herself to remain calm.

  Less than a minute later, he returned. Unsure what to expect, she held her breath.

  He slid a hand beneath her to tease her clit. She moaned, happy, enflamed as he trailed light touches across her back and played with her pussy. Forgetting everything, she gave herself over to the sensations. Until he pressed his cockhead to her tightest entrance.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass, Alani.”

  She wriggled and squirmed in a futile effort to escape.

  “Fight all you want. But I’m requesting that you do this for me, knowing how much I appreciate it.”

  Alani stilled. When he used that tone, raw with the honesty of what he needed, she could refuse him nothing.

  She clenched the whip in her hand, determined.

  “That’s it.”

  After sucking in a deep breath, she expelled it, compelling her body to relax.

  “God…damn…Alani.” He eased in. “You’re so perfect.”

  He drew back, then forward again.

  Her Dom set a slow, comfortable rhythm, allowing her to get accustomed to the intrusion. It was too, too much. And not enough. She wanted his complete possession.

  Against the gag, she screamed her assent and begged for more.

  He grabbed her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into her. “Yes, Alani.” His voice was jagged. “Fuck. Little subbie, I’m going to come in your ass.”

  She nodded. Tears filled her eyes and seeped out below the blindfold. He’d made her cry, something she never did. This hurt, and it hurt beautifully.

  “Don’t come yet.”

  She’d doubted she could climax at all while he had her up the rear.

  But she’d underestimated her Dom.

  He moved one hand to play with her pussy, and the friction proved too much. The pressure made an orgasm clench at her.

  “It will be worth the wait.”

  It already was.

  With a shake of her head, she harnessed her thoughts, concentrating on pleasing Master Nathaniel rather than herself. Alani sucked in brief, shallow breaths, and his cock thickened as his climax built. She was sweating and panting as she fought to hold off her response.

  “Take all of me, sub.”

  He kept her imprisoned, surging into her with an urgency she didn’t understand, as if he couldn’t get enough.

  He withdrew completely then filled her again and again with fast and hard strokes.

  She held her body stiff. The sensations were too much, overwhelming. She was going to come, soon.

  “Yes.”

  His word, permission and command in one syllable, tossed her off the cliff. She cried and sobbed as she orgasmed, clenching his cock, shattering from the inside out.

  Only after she’d ridden it out did he stop playing with her clit.

  She was still somewhat disconnected from her own mind as he began to move again. Now that she’d come, she was aware of how much she ached, from the punishment and the soul-stirring sex.

  He gripped her hipbones, holding her helpless as he filled her ass again and again. This man owned her responses, and he’d burrowed beneath her defenses more surely than anyone ever had. Overwhelmed, Alani tossed her head, desperate for relief and connection.

  Finally, with a few short strokes then a guttural groan, he ejaculated. “You amaze me.”

  He trailed his fingers across her back, over her shoulders. It seemed to take forever for his shaft to return to normal, even longer for his breathing to settle.

  By slow measures, he released her, and she hoped she’d have some small bruises to remember the union. She’d taken what he’d given, and she’d pleased him.

  When he touched her again, he asked, “Are you doing okay?”

  Though her body had a cram
p, she held onto the whip.

  “Give me a second to get rid of this condom.”

  She appreciated that he realized she didn’t want to be alone and took the time to let her know.

  “Let’s get you a little more comfortable,” he said when he returned. He trailed his fingertips down the tender spots on her buttocks.

  With deft movements, Master Nathaniel unfastened the gag’s strap. “Open your mouth.”

  Since her jaw ached, that was a bit difficult.

  He worked the silicone ball free. The mess from her saliva was humiliating, but before she could apologize or swallow, he wiped her mouth with a towel. “That is so hot. Fuck.”

  All traces of embarrassment fled.

  He crouched in front of her to remove the blindfold and dry her tears. His eyes were bright with emotion. Ice had been replaced by the heat of his approval. It was so heady she could mainline it.

  She realized how deliberate he’d been with his actions. He’d bound her, silenced her and taken away her sight in order to give her the freedom to get out of her own way so she could surrender to him completely. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you, Alani. The gift of your submission is something I cherish.”

  He hadn’t just given her the impact play she needed, he’d dominated her.

  “I’ll take that whip now.” He tapped her wrist, and she released her grip. “Ready for more?”

  “We’re not done, Sir?”

  “Unless you want to be?”

  She shivered from anticipation—and from the surprise. With most of her Doms, scenes had ended with their ejaculation. “No, Sir.”

  “Anything hurt? Too uncomfortable?”

  The bench offered plenty of support, and none of the bonds were tight. Now that her jaw no longer ached, things were perfect. “I’m fine.”

  “In that case, we’ll start with a flogger.” He paused. “No comment?”

  For a moment, she thought about it. He knew she preferred something more severe. But he’d proven effective with the flogger. The rubber strop loomed like a promise and a threat. He’d proven himself capable of exploiting a beating for her, physically and emotionally. She’d never experienced anything like it. “If that’s your choice, Sir, that’s fine.”

  “Your trust will be rewarded.”

  She turned her head to watch him hang up the whip, but she couldn’t see what he’d taken down in its place. When he faced her, he placed the implement behind his back.

  “Your ass looks good when it’s all red.”

  “Perhaps you should keep it that way, then, Sir.”

  When he stood in front of her, he brought around his hand. He held a flogger unlike any she’d ever seen.

  “Horsehair. Are you familiar with it?”

  She shivered from anticipation. “I’ve heard of it. But I’ve never experienced it.”

  “It can sting like a son of a bitch.”

  She preferred thuddy toys, but she was anxious to try this. It wasn’t a beginner toy. And she’d never been with a Dom she had a deep enough relationship with to try something this intense.

  He trailed strands across her back, down her butt and thighs, then across her calves and feet. Nerve endings ignited.

  “Ready?”

  Alani compelled her muscles to relax. “Yes, Sir.”

  The impact seared, a thousand pinpricks of sensation.

  “It can tease and tantalize, or it can be used with enough force to cause microcuts.”

  Excitement made her catch her breath.

  “The pain recedes in a matter of hours, unless the sub is sitting. I won’t give you that much this time. Just warning you that you’ll receive more sensation than you’re accustomed to from a leather flogger.”

  He’d told her before that she was perfect. The truth was, he was perfect. He wanted to please her, and that made her all the more determined to please him.

  “Talk to me. Because this is new, feel free to ask for what you want without having to use your safe word.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He warmed her up with several gentle hits. His technique was sensuous, and she allowed herself to enjoy it rather than succumbing to her normal impatience.

  He trailed the flogger across her flanks before striking her again.

  She sighed as she sank into the pain.

  “Shall I continue?”

  This was awful, and it was bliss. She wanted this more than she’d ever wanted anything else. “Yes, please. Please flog me, Sir.”

  He did, alternating the force of his impact from bites to caresses then back again. The numerous strands of horsehair covered a large area, and it seemed as if he hit her everywhere at once. He flogged her shoulders, her back, her sides. He caught the fullness of her breasts, and he flicked his wrist in order to sear her nipples. He landed hits on her thighs, her butt, even her feet.

  She screamed and soared and remembered to mumble her thanks.

  He continued on as she tried to escape while begging for more.

  Even though her eyes were closed, she saw stars. Then, by measures, things brightened. He found a rhythm that took away the past and the future. Nothing existed except his blows and the unwanted space between them.

  When he increased the force, she was lost.

  Her world spiraled, her thoughts, the light. She wanted to stay there forever. Her body jerked, responding to his lash. From somewhere and nowhere, Master Nathaniel’s voice soothed and encouraged.

  With the inexorable force of his will, he’d slipped past her mental reserves. He was an expert with the blistering horsehair. Pain blasted her and the resulting pleasure made her world spin.

  “Alani?”

  Vaguely she was aware he’d stopped the beating.

  “Alani. Talk to me. Let me know you’re with me.”

  Her body tingled as if electrified. “I’m with you. Yes… But… I’m not there…” She didn’t finish her sentence, couldn’t. Alani hoped, prayed, that Master Nathaniel knew what she meant because she wasn’t able to define it. It was as if she dangled from a precipice. She wanted to jump, but she needed a push. Her body pulsated with a lack of fulfillment.

  “I’m going to finish you off with the rubber strop.”

  “Something,” she whispered. “Anything.” Her clit throbbed. And she was still aware of the abuse her ass had taken from his thick cock. By ending the flogging, he’d made her into a ball of need and tension. “Let me come, Master.”

  “Stick your ass up as high as you can. I want to make each stroke precise.”

  She shifted, and he helped position her slightly, moving her knees and tilting her pelvis. He stroked her clit with the stiff rubbery tip, and she almost came instantly.

  “Three,” he told her, pulling away. “Take them for me.”

  “Sir. I will.”

  He laid the first stripe against her exposed pussy.

  She screamed. “Fuck me!” She’d never experienced anything like that. The blaze of pain numbed her.

  “You meant to say thank you.”

  She gasped and fought for breath. “Thank you, Sir.”

  The second hit made her pussy swell with fury. She screamed again. Damn. She’d been afraid she’d never meet anyone capable of giving her this.

  He fucking undid her.

  It took long, endless moments for the pain to begin to dissipate. When it did, a glow of satisfaction remained. “Thank you,” she whispered, and she meant it. Not just for the beating but for recognizing who she was.

  Master Nathaniel soothed her with his mouth, and he made her hyperaware of her building orgasm. She prayed he wouldn’t ask her to delay it again. A climax might be the only thing that could save her.

  “Last one, my brave girl. Can you take it?”

  “I want it,” she said.

  He was merciless.

  Pain stripped her raw, and a red haze consumed her.

  “Come.”

  Master Nathaniel reached inside her vagina, found her G-spo
t, and simultaneously squeezed her abused clit. She came in a heated, convulsing rush.

  “That’s my sub.”

  He stroked her back and placed a kiss on her left shoulder.

  She gulped, trying to swallow the lump of pain and joy lodged in her throat. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t catch her breath.

  Somewhere inside her, she heard his voice. She couldn’t understand the words, but they were her lifeline.

  After unfastening her ankles and knees, he released her wrists.

  “Don’t try to stand, just stretch a little.”

  When she opened her eyes, he was crouched next to her, and he smoothed her hair behind her ears. He ran the pad of his thumb across her forehead. “You really are amazing.”

  The fierce possessiveness in his tone took her aback, yet she could think of nothing she wanted more than to be under his control.

  He stood then helped her off the bench.

  She tried to take a step, but her knees wobbled. She locked them to try to stay upright. Her Dom was there with an arm around her waist to support her.

  “I’ve got you.”

  “I’m supposed to crawl.” The realization and her fuck-up chilled her.

  “Right now, you’re supposed to not fight me.”

  “But—”

  “Being a good sub means you follow my orders without question. Now do me a favor and be a good sub.”

  Despite his gentle words, his tone brooked no compromise. She liked his discipline—she’d learned to hate his punishments.

  Even if the rules changed constantly, she needed to learn not to protest.

  He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the master bedroom. He laid her on the bed. “Stay on your back,” he told her, “for just a minute.”

  He returned with a cool damp cloth. After patting her pussy, he lifted her legs and cleaned the rest of her. After everything they’d done, even that was no longer embarrassing.

  “Now you can turn over.”

  She lay there while he used a different cloth to wipe off the slight sheen of perspiration. He dried her then applied cream in gentle, circular strokes. Alani had always scoffed at the idea of aftercare. But now, all she wanted to do was enjoy it.

  He climbed into the bed with her and pulled her back against him. He maneuvered their positions so his half-hard cock was between her ass cheeks. Thankfully he wasn’t pressing into her tender anus.