“SAUL!” She hissed at him, trying to pull his hand free.
His questing fingers found her, stroking through the silky moisture. Her head dropped back on a moan, her eyes narrowing to slits. Through her heavy-lidded gaze, she watched Mac stand by Tess’ head, his hand tangled in the red shaggy locks, and his massive erection poised at her lips.
Her body coiled in on itself, her skin heating and producing a flush. Saul took great pleasure in watching its warmth spreading over her face and down her neck, imagining it taking over her breasts.
“Do I have to do that?”
“Would you like to?” God knew he tried to keep his voice level, easy. He didn’t want to pressure her into anything she wouldn’t be comfortable with, but he’d be damned if he didn’t admit he wanted her mouth on his cock.
Entranced, she gaped as Tess willingly—no, eagerly—made love to her Dom’s cock with only her mouth. There was a look of rapture on her pretty face, a profound sense of peace as she relaxed and pleasured her man. “I’ve never…I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”
Saul’s lips twitched. He happened to think she’d be exceptional at the task if she managed to turn her busy little brain off. “I’m sure Deanna or Tess would give you some pointers. I’d certainly be open to helping you.”
Caera’s reactions to the scene in front of them were like a shot of adrenaline to his cock. Hard, thick, and throbbing, he wanted nothing more than to yank her jeans down, rip away her panties, and sink himself inside her with the mother of all thrusts.
“Private room next door,” Dee told him cheerfully.
“I wouldn’t make it that far,” he retorted, flicking a fingernail down Caera’s clit and relishing in the hiss of air between her teeth.
Mac pulled away from Tess and fisted his erection in a hand that didn’t diminish the size of his cock but emphasized it. He moved to one of the units and pulled out a bottle. Eyes direct and on Saul, he spoke in a firm, quiet tone. “Last chance you’re going to get. If she’s going to panic, go now.”
Saul chuckled and pumped two fingers inside Caera’s pussy. Liquid silk covered his hand. Copious amounts of lubrication for such a little thing, he thought in amazement, but she would make penetration so much easier. “She’s primed, Mac, and she’s curious. She won’t panic.”
“Explain it to her,” Mac ordered and turned his attention back to Tess. He parted her buttocks and drizzled lube down, using his fingers to prepare that taboo place for penetration. Once he’d completed that, he lathered his cock with more lube.
“Caera, listen to me. Are you listening?”
“What? Oh yes, I…oh, God.”
“You need to tell me if this gets too much for you. This next part could get a little rough.” Saul winced slightly as Mac notched his cock against his sub’s anus. “Tess will make a lot of noise and Mac will probably say some downright dirty shit. This is what they do. If you’re not ready for it, let me know and we’re out of here and in a room of our own.”
He turned her face toward him so he could analyze her reaction for himself. Her eyes were wide and too bright, her pupils dilated. Her skin was pale aside from the color high on her cheeks. Her breathing burst free in sharp, whimpering pants. “Are you having a panic attack on me?”
Caera shook her head, her gaze flicking back to Tess. “How is that possible?” Her hand locked onto his wrist, and he could feel the tremors running down her arm.
“Watch,” he murmured against her lips. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, baby. Mac’s going to take care of Tess. It’s what we do as Dominants. Push your limits, test your learning curve, and above all, make sure you come to no harm.”
Across the room, Tess’ cuffed hands fisted and jerked against her restraints. Soft mewling sounds echoed in the room as Mac pressed forward. His hands skimmed down her sides and grasped her hips. “Can you take me, Tess? All of me?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Can she?” Caera asked, transfixed.
“Yes.” He groaned when she shifted on his lap. Images of Caera’s ass being claimed by his cock fluttered through his mind, and he bit his tongue hard to prevent a deeper moan.
“Ten inches, Tess. I want all ten inches of my cock buried inside you. Deep, deeper, all the way. Behave yourself and take me all the way in,” Mac said as he rocked his hips and the head of his erection drove inside his squirming lover. “Take every fucking inch of me, baby, and maybe I’ll ask Saul if he wants to join this little party. I’m sure he’d like to fuck a naughty, dirty girl like you.”
“Sir, please!”
Caera stared up at him with shock in her eyes. It was the first sign of doubt he’d seen. Then her hand covered his through her jeans and urged his hand to mimic Mac’s cock. “Saul, please. I need…”
There was no asking him twice. He crooked his fingers against the front wall of her vagina and felt the muscles ripple around his digits. His palm pressed against her clit, rubbing until she stiffened. Her cries drowned out his own labored breaths.
“See that?” Mac slapped Tess’ ass hard enough to make her moan. “Someone’s being a good girl for her Dom. Do you think she’s going to let him do this to her later? Fuck her so hard, so deep, she’ll still feel him inside her a day later?” The rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh grew faster, harder. “I can feel you squeezing my cock like a vice. Don’t you come, Tess. Don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you.”
“Saul, please!” Caera went rigid in his arms, her nails gouging into his forearms like a tigress on the kill.
If he had any doubts about her suitability to be a sub, about her ability to cope with the sometimes extreme aspects of BDSM, Saul realized he could set them all aside. His girl was at the least a voyeur, with the potential to be so much more.
“This turns you on?” he asked softly, slowing the thrusting of his fingers and drawing her away from the edge of orgasm. Her desperate whimper of objection was music to his ears. “Say the words, Caera. What do you want?”
“That. I want that,” she replied shakily, waving a hand toward Mac and Tess as they approached the pinnacle of their scene. “I want to feel what she’s feeling.”
Well, if that wasn’t waving a red flag in front of a raging bull, Saul didn’t know what was. “Dee, we’ll catch up with you later. Give those two my apologies, would you?”
She smirked at him, eying the puddle of woman writhing on his lap. “Picked a rare one there, Saul. She’s going to be ridiculously easy to train if you still have a mind to.”
He couldn’t stop the grin. “Only a safe word would stop me now.”
“Excellent. Now go, see to your girl before she spontaneously combusts. Pick a room with a mirror,” she added with a mischievous wink. “I may be tempted to come watch the show.”
Saul stood, forcing Caera to her feet. She swayed, her eyes locked on the copulating couple hitting climax together, and then squeaked out a protest when Saul spun her around and tossed her over his shoulder.
“No! Saul, put me down!” She wriggled like a fish on the line.
“Calm down,” he advised, striding from the room and heading down the hall. He checked each door as he passed, needing just one to be unoccupied. “You’re going to get everything you’ve asked for, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”
She quieted, hanging loose over his shoulder while the scent of her arousal sweetened the air.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, finding a door cracked open. He pushed through when he found it empty and then set her on her feet in the middle of a room filled with hedonistic pleasures. “Before we take this any further, Caera, is this what you want? This lifestyle, me, is it what you want?”
She looked bewildered, as though her arousal confused her. “Is it always like that? Like what Tess has?” When her eyes lifted to his, he saw desperate longing in the green. “I want that. That tie, the freedom of knowing no matter what happens, she has someone at her back.”
Saul lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “You have that, baby. You just need to let me in.”
“You said you love me.”
“Caera, you’re the only one I want to be with. My heart’s yours, whatever I have is yours. If sharing this lifestyle is what you want, I’m behind you all the way.” He paused and blew out a long breath. “If it’s not, I’ll still be behind you, supporting you, loving you. I love you, Caera.”
“Then I want to try.” To his shock, she dropped clumsily to her knees and obviously tried to imitate the submissive position Tess had demonstrated earlier. “Please, Sir, I want to try to be your submissive.”
“Well fuck.” Saul stared at her, unable to believe his luck. Of all the scenarios he’d envisioned, this one hadn’t come anywhere near his hopes. He blinked but she stayed in position, no figment of his imagination.
She was real. She was his.
*
Damn, her knees throbbed. Caera cursed herself for the awkward fall onto the floor. She’d hoped the move would be alluring, sexy, but all Saul had done in the last five minutes was stare at her. Truth be told, she was starting to feel uncomfortable and unsure of herself.
The pump of her heart echoed in her ears; it was all she could hear.
“Caera, on your feet.”
Time stopped. Disappointment and rejection surged like poison through her veins, threatening to wipe out everything good in her system. She felt tears rise behind her eyes and despised herself for the weakness.
“Caera. I gave you an order. On your feet.”
Caera trembled in relief. Saul’s Dom voice. The one that made her wet and could make the strongest part of herself bow in respect. Slowly, she managed to push to her unsteady feet.
“Look at me.”
She obeyed, meeting his stormy eyes and falling into the dark depths. Glints of silver in them sparked with his growing lust. Hypnotized, she let herself fall headlong under his spell, willing to surrender whatever he demanded, so long as he kept looking back at her just that way.
“You realize what you’re giving up in order to be my submissive?” His voice held a dark edge, a mirror of his eyes, and she could listen to him forever.
“No,” she said calmly and saw unease twist his features. “I know what I’m giving to you to be your submissive.” She shivered at the word. “I also know what you’ll be giving me as compensation. And it’s worth it, every damn bit of it, if I get to belong to you.”
Approval settled on his face. His hand cupped her face, and he stroked the pad of his thumb lightly over her bottom lip. On impulse, she closed her teeth on it and sucked it farther into her mouth to imitate an act she’d never done. She blushed warmly when he moaned, deep and utterly sexual.
“Whatever did I do to deserve you?”
She pouted when he drew his thumb free, and then she found herself gathered against him, his hands on her ass as he lifted her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. The bulge and heat of his erection pressed in just the right place.
Saul’s mouth seared her like a brand, tender and passionate. But even through her inexperience, she could taste the territorial marking. If this was the way a Dom marked his sub as his, who was she to complain?
“I’m going to spank you,” he murmured against her lips, his eyes almost feral with desire. “I’m going to turn your ass pink. When you’re warm and pliant, and you can’t take any more, I’ll bind your hands and have you on your knees while you suck my cock.” He nibbled a path up her jaw as she trembled. “If you’re a really good girl, I’ll let you come in whatever way you choose.”
Now that sounded like a reward, she thought with an internal giggle. The pain in her bruised knees was forgotten; her entire body throbbed from her toenails to her hair follicles. The only way she could think of to describe it was electrifying. Tingles radiated from her pussy—tiny little thrills of expectation.
The most unusual sound emanated from her throat. “Oh, God, please, Sir.”
He kissed her once more before he set her on the floor. “Strip for me, Caera. I’d like everything off and folded neatly on top of that cupboard.”
Caera watched where he gestured to and then began undressing, tidily folding each item and setting them in a pile by her feet. When she was naked, exposed, she bent and gathered the heap, set them where he’d directed, and then turned and gasped in shock as she actually took a moment to look at the room.
“W-where are we?”
“The room isn’t your concern, Caera,” Saul admonished gently.
She would beg to differ. Her eyes widened in shock. “Is that a swing?”
Saul snapped his fingers in front of her face, drawing her attention back to him and off the implements placed around the room. “A sex swing, yes. Off topic, baby.” He took her hand and led her to a cupboard similar to the one in the other room. “Hold out your hands.”
Sex swing? Caera felt her insides turn to mush as she imagined herself in the contraption, legs spread wide, waiting for Saul to come set her in motion. Lost in the fantasy, she held her hands out and watched as he clasped fur-lined cuffs around her wrists. They felt snug against her skin and soft. There was just enough room for Saul to slip his fingers between the two to check the tightness.
She studied the gleaming silver D-rings on the outside of the cuffs and wondered what they did.
“Are they comfortable?”
“Yes.” She yelped when his hand cracked lightly against her bare thigh. God, she was messing this up already. “Yes, Sir.”
“Clever girl, better. Come with me.” He moved away, settling on a long padded bench. He patted his thighs gently, beckoning her to come to him. “I won’t hurt you, Caera. Come here to me.”
As though she wore a string around her waist and Saul reeled it in, Caera felt herself drawn to him. She allowed him to pull her down and drape her torso over his lap so her bottom remained exposed. Unnerved by the vulnerable position, she couldn’t help but squirm a little.
“Ssssh, baby. There are two kinds of spanking. Do you know what they are?” Saul’s hand rubbed her lower back and moved down to massage her buttocks.
Caera moaned. She felt his hands part her, the caress of his eyes over that very private place, and cringed inwardly. “No, Sir.”
“There’s punishment spanking.” His palm smoothed over the curve of her left cheek and gave it a sharp testing slap. She jumped and squeaked and then heard him chuckle. “That’s no fun for either you or me, so we’re going to avoid earning one, aren’t we?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“An excellent response.” The dark tone crept back into his voice as his fingers slipped between her legs, tracing the silken line of her pussy. “Then we have a pleasurable spanking, for your benefit and mine. That’s what we’re going to try today. We just need to pick your safe word.”
Safe word. Right. The magic word that stopped everything in its tracks. It felt like a life-or-death decision, choosing the one word to save her in an emergency. One word she could remember if she panicked.
“Have a good think, choose your word carefully. When you have it, tell me. Until then”—he rubbed circles over the cushiony flesh of her ass—“if you need me to stop, you say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Tell me the word.”
“Red.” She rocked on his knee, her hands braced against the floor.
“Again.”
“Red, Sir.”
Caera flinched as his hand came down lightly on her behind, the blows gentle and almost non-existent. They moved over her flesh, little patters that lulled her with their tenderness. Her skin began to tingle and warm, the sensation growing with every connection of hand on cheek.
“Okay?” Saul asked gently.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” The next volley of spanking came a little harder, faster, and drew an orgasmic cry to her lips. “Ah-ah, no coming until I say so.” Fingers delved into her pussy and pushed deep. “Would you like more, baby?”
She was on the verge of weeping, begging, pleading. Muscles tightened, nerve endings throbbed in time with her heartbeat. “Please.”
“Ten more. Count them for me,” he ordered and brought his hand down with a crack onto overstimulated flesh.
“One.” It burst from her on a yelp. Fire erupted across her ass, followed swiftly by another blast of heat from a second strike. “Two!”
Tears ran freely by the time she screamed ten. Her hands gripped the bottom of Saul’s trouser leg, her knuckles white. His voice crooned over her, praising her, but nothing mattered except the heat raging through her blood.
“Jesus, Caera,” Saul murmured in awe. “Spanking really gets you worked up. What a clever little sub you are.” Once again, his fingers thrust inside her, through the liquid silk of her arousal. “Would you like to come now?”
“I’ll do anything,” she wept.
“All I want you to do is relax,” he soothed. Without warning, he eased a solitary finger into her rear, aided by her own natural lubricant. “Just relax.”
Caera struggled and tried to sit up but couldn’t push herself up from the position she was in. Fuck, it burned. Sounds of discomfort grunted free, harsh oomphs as he worked his way deeper into unknown territory. “Saul! Saul, please!”
His free hand snuck beneath her, manipulating her clit in his skillful grasp, even as he added another finger to her ass. She squeaked, legs kicking, body bucking. Grunts turned to cries, cries devolved into keening mewls as an orgasm sped along her nervous system, lighting up her pleasure center as brightly as an exploding star.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she sensed her vision dim and waver as the climax stole her breath. There was no indication of how much time she lost, but when she regained conscious thought, her body was empty and cradled in Saul’s arms like a precious doll.
“Do you have any idea how fucking proud I am of you right now? There are no words,” Saul spoke quietly, but the depth of his emotion tainted his speech. “If this is you submissive, untrained, you’re going to be phenomenal with practice.”
She managed to smile and then dropped her head onto his shoulder, exhausted. She had a thought that she’d finally found what she’d been looking for—safety, security, love, and acceptance. All in one man, one master, one Dominant.
“Ready for the next step?” Amusement written all over his face, Saul tilted her head up to his and claimed her mouth with infinite passion.
Next step? Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, she struggled to remember what the next step entailed. Her eyes popped wide, suddenly awake and very aware, when his words floated through her blissed-out brain.
Bound hands. Blowjob.
Oh, boy.
Caera blinked and stared at the cuffs on her wrists. The D-rings made sense all of a sudden and she nearly laughed aloud at her own naivety. But of course, he’d attach something to those pretty little rings and her hands would be useless.
Well, she’d made it this far without freaking out and shouting a safe word. At least, not her own. Expanding her horizons was harder than she’d thought but also came with better rewards than she’d imagined. She wanted an orgasm like that every time. To feel that blindingly brilliant euphoric high, short-circuiting her system like water in a fuse box.
So she searched for the answer inside herself.
“I want to please you, Sir. Whatever I have to do to make you happy.”
When he frowned, she mirrored his expression. Had she done something wrong? Said the wrong thing? She hung her head, ashamed she’d managed to mess up yet again.
“Is that the truth, Caera, or is it what you think I want to hear?”
Now that was a question she hadn’t expected. “Rule number one.”
“Hmmm. Very well. Look at me,” he ordered and waited until her eyes met his. “I need to get something from the drawers over there. I’d like you to present yourself again, as best as you can remember.”
Caera blew out a breath and nodded her assent. She slipped silently to the floor, more graceful than the first time, and tried to recall how her body had placed itself. She needed to sit back on her heels with her thighs spread wide and her hands on top. Head down, eyes on the floor.
Saul’s footsteps padded away. The sound of rattling and thumping came clear, and then there was silence. She sucked in a noisy breath, her nerves trying to get the better of her. A little tap-tap-tap at the door made her jump, and she heard it open. Heard the rumble of Saul’s voice and the higher pitch of the visitor’s without catching the words.
“Sir?”
“Quiet, Caera,” came the response with no malice.
She obeyed, thoughts running rampant through her mind. Who was at the door? Why? What did they want? Was Saul expecting them? Could they see her, naked and exposed?
Fingertips dragged lightly over the soft skin of her shoulders from one to the other. She flinched, shivered hard, and tried not to move. A chill seeped into her bones.
“You think extremely loud,” Saul told her with a chuckle. “Deafening.”
Dutifully, Caera held her tongue.
“Your basic position is good but there’s a lot of room for improvement. Here, your shoulders,” he said as he took hold of them, “need to be pushed back. Your spine should be straight. Knees wider apart,” he ordered and nudged them open with his foot. “Hands palms down on your thighs. Better, much better.”
She quivered at his praise, a young pup so excited to have pleased her master with good behavior.
She heard the rasp of a zipper and the slide of fabric falling to the floor before he stepped out of his fallen pants. And then Saul’s body heat warmed her as he settled himself back in front of her. “Eyes on mine, baby.”
Was this a trick? She kept her eyes down.
“Caera, eyes on mine.” His tone firmed, carrying an edge she hadn’t heard from him before.
She swallowed hard and managed to lift her face from the position that was coming far too naturally to her after too short a time. Her eyes tracked along his thick calf muscles and the curve of his knees that led to the long lines of his thighs and the…oh shit.
It’s rude to stare, she told herself. So rude to stare, but sweet baby Jesus, she couldn’t help it. There was no way that had been inside her. Long and thick, the head was an almost violent shade of red and wet with his own secretions.
“Baby,” Saul growled. “I’m up here.”
“Uh-huh,” was her absentminded response. All she could see was how Tess had taken Mac’s not-dissimilar cock into her mouth, the way she moved and caressed him with just tongue and lips. Caera wanted to emulate that, to bring the same look of pleasure to Saul’s face.
His hand tapped gently across her cheek, snapping her back into reality. She looked at him with a question in her eyes she didn’t know how to voice; maybe he knew the answer anyway by the expression on her face. “Pay attention, Caera.”
“Yes, Sir.” God, how much of a pervert was she? She had to make a conscious effort not to let her eyes drop to the twitching erection. Was this how men felt when faced with an impressive—no, scratch that—any pair of breasts?
Saul’s deft fingers fastened a thick black strap around each of his thighs just above the knee. Each had a D-ring to match the ones on her wrist cuffs. He attached a double-ended clip to his leg strap and then affixed the other end to her wrist. While he did the same to the opposite side, Caera tested the restraint.
“Comfortable?”
No. She choked on an inhale and tugged uselessly on her ties. Her body thrilled at the implications of what would come. Her brain, however, struggled to grasp the concept of relinquishing control. She couldn’t discern between freedom of movement and being strapped down.
“Relax,” Saul said pointedly. With a quick flick of his fingers, the strap burst free. “Nothing to it, Caera. You say your safe word and these are gone, just as easy as that. What’s your safe word?”
Caera sucked in a breath. Her unease peaked distressingly high and then smoothed out and faded back to compliance. “Red.”
“If you can’t physically say the word, snap your fingers. Can you do that? Good.” He all but purred the word, let it stroke over her sensitive skin like a tender caress, when she demonstrated her incredible finger-snapping skills. “When you want to touch me, all you have to do is ask.”
Her teeth pressed hard into her bottom lip. She stared at the rigid column of hard flesh with longing. Her fingers itched to wrap around him, to glide up and down his length. After that, she didn’t really know what she’d do with him. “May I touch you, Sir?”
“You may,” he murmured and slid his fingers through her hair, cupping her head gently. “Go at your own pace and work within your limits, Caera. Just watch the teeth, okay?”
How did one start a blowjob? Caera cocked her head and studied the penis in all its male glory, wondering if she was supposed to just take it all in her mouth or whether he’d prefer her to lick it a bit first.
Cautiously, she leaned forward and ran her nose along the raised vein starting at the base of his cock. He smelled clean and fresh but with an undertone of musky maleness. Testosterone, she decided, that subtle edge that set him on a higher level.
Her tongue darted out to explore, the tip tracing patterns over the velvet-soft skin, pressing against the strong pulse, tasting the slippery excretions. She moaned at the unusual taste and lapped at the source for more.
Her blood throbbed when she heard Saul’s answering groan.
“Fast learner,” he choked out, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me. Take me in your mouth, baby. That’s it. Fuck, that’s it, Caera.” He grunted when she took the head of his cock between her teeth and used her tongue to caress the opening. “For your first time, you’re a fucking pro, baby.”
Pride welled inside her, giving her the confidence she sadly lacked. Trying to remember what Tess had done, Caera bobbed her mouth up and down his length in a rhythmic motion. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock, her taste buds singing happily with the tang of microbursts of precum.
Saul’s hips bucked up and his hands held her head down. He thrust lightly, his cock nudging the back of her throat and making her gag. “Relax, Caera. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
This was beyond her imagination. For a moment, she gave serious thought to snapping her fingers and breaking his spell over her. But she knew, in the darkest corners of her heart, being here like this, with him, wasn’t any spell but just what she was.
As she kneeled between his spread thighs, naked and bound, her mind reveled in the wickedness, in the lewdness and the sheer thrill of accepting her submissive nature. Rejoiced in the feeling of completion, as though submitting to Saul squirted expanding foam into the missing piece of her soul.