Michaels, Skye - Kelly's Challenge [Le Club 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

“As I understand the dominant position in the relationship, it is my responsibility to take care of my sub, to provide whatever he needs for stimulation, pleasure, discipline, and safety, all of his emotional needs, in exchange for his unconditional obedience to my commands,” Paula said, realizing that this was a really huge responsibility if she took it seriously. “I assume your ‘hard limits’ are the same as mine, no whipping or extreme bondage?” she asked. “Answer me, sub, use the words, communicate.”

“Yes, Mistress, those are my limits as well,” he responded, eyes down.

“Look me in the eyes when you answer me, sub,” she said in a sharp voice.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said as he raised his eyes to her face.

“Get on the bed, spread-eagle position, face up,” she commanded. As he obeyed, she tied his hands and feet to the bedposts with silk scarves. She placed a blackout mask over his face as he had done to her on one memorable occasion. “How about some sensory deprivation and sensation training?” she asked sarcastically, mimicking his words to her on that first weekend. “
Next year I will be prepared with some original material
,” she said gleefully.

“Yes, please, Mistress,” he said as he felt the dreaded ice cube run down his chest and around his balls and bobbing shaft.
Oh shit! What goes around comes around!
Paula climbed onto the bed beside Trent and began to slowly run her small, soft hands over his chest and ever so slowly down and around his cock and balls. Her touch was so gentle he barely felt it, but it was extremely stimulating nonetheless.

* * * *

“Remember, sub, you cannot come until I give you permission.” She knew that was another dreaded command he had hoped not to hear.
I wonder how he likes hearing that one
, she thought. The “no coming without permission” command had been one of the harder ones to follow, she had found.
No underwear was a breeze! Literally!
Of course, she knew that he almost always gave the command to come at the last possible moment before he thought she could not hold out a second longer. He never intentionally set her up to fail. But sometimes, his timing was a little off.
This was really going to be fun,
she thought as she began to get into the scene.

Paula took his straining cock into her mouth and slowly began the in and out motion, coupled with a strong sucking action, that was guaranteed to have him moaning within seconds. She ran her tongue down the underside of his cock and back up to swirl around the glans, paying particular attention to the slit in the head and the little bead of pre-cum. “Remember, sub, hold it, no coming yet.”

* * * *

Oh fuck! This is much harder than when I was on the “giving orders” side and not the “taking orders” side of the scene.
He gritted
his teeth and strained to control his physical reaction.

Suddenly, she stopped. She took his cock out of her mouth and said, “Okay, slave, it’s time to service your Mistress.”

She’s really going to leave me hanging? Right on the edge of an orgasm!
He realized she was inexperienced as a Domme, but that was pretty mean! Of course, he conveniently forgot the numerous times he had done that to her the first weekend they spent together at Le Club.

She released the silk scarves and said, “Assume the slave position while I disrobe.” She removed the Domme outfit and changed places with him on the bed, spreading herself wide open. “Pleasure me, slave, and do a good job or I will have to discipline you.”

“Yes, my Mistress,” he gritted out as his distended cock and rock-hard balls came into contact with the rough cotton coverlet. He laid himself out on the bed between her wide-open legs, her creamy, pink pussy open and waiting.
Apparently she’s turned on by this turn of the table
. He grinned to himself. He ran his tongue through her slit from her channel to the pulsing clit at the epicenter of her pleasure. Slowly he circled around her clit and then plunged his tongue into her center over and over as she writhed on the bed, straining upward toward completion. He stopped. “Mistress, am I doing this correctly?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want to incur your wrath by doing a substandard job,” he said with a subservient whine.

“Slave, you are toying with me, and that will result in disciplinary measures if you don’t get back to work immediately.”

“Yes, my Mistress, as you will, my Mistress,” he said with a grin to himself, drawing it out as far as he could. He realized insubordinate behavior was dangerous to his hide in this situation, but he couldn’t help himself. He silently laughed to himself.
It really is true that the sub has the power!

“Now, slave! Get back to it! Or else!” She growled. He realized she was a millimeter from an orgasm and she wanted it now!

“Of course, my Mistress, anything you desire, my Mistress,” he continued, playing with disaster.

“You have one minute to finish this job, slave, or you are definitely going to feel my wrath. I’m dying to try out that brand-new crop!”

Oops! Maybe I went a little too far this time
. He diligently got back to work giving his Mistress the pleasure she demanded. He worked his tongue deeply into her channel and then delicately licked her rosy nether lips, playing with her sensitive clit at the same time he surreptitiously slipped a finger into her cute little asshole.

She was on the very edge of a massive orgasm when she said, “Now, slave, fuck me, hard and fast.” He was only too happy to comply. He rose up above her on his powerful arms, mounted her, and began the rocking strokes that she craved, hard and fast, then harder and faster until they both exploded in soaring orgasms that shot out from their centers, through their limbs, and into the universe. When he collapsed on her in a nerveless heap, out of breath, heart pounding, he said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

* * * *

“Don’t thank me yet, slave. I haven’t decided yet how I am going to discipline you for your disrespectful disobedience,” she said very seriously. “Is that too many
d
’s?” She giggled into his shoulder as she tried to keep a straight face.
This Domme stuff is pretty darn hard! But I will be so ready next year.

He took her into his arms and settled her against his chest. “Just remember, Cinderella, the clock is running down. When midnight strikes, your ass is mine!” They fell into an exhausted sleep, thoroughly content.

Chapter Ten

In the Southern Plantation Suite, Jason and Calleigh were curled up in the massive four-poster bed with her back nestled against his broad chest as he slowly and gently rubbed her little belly.

“It’s good to have Justin here. We were really close in college, but you know how people drift apart. I think he and Kelly make a good couple. From what he told Trent and me, his last relationship was really intense.”

“I think so, too. Kelly came to the pool today for the first time ever that I know about. I think she just needs to loosen up a bit, but she’s a really nice girl. I think Paula and I relieved her mind a little about BDSM. Oh, and I told Paula about the baby. She’s very excited about being an ‘Auntie’.”

“I foresee trouble there.” Jason chuckled. “In the nature of ‘extremely spoiled baby’ syndrome.”

“It will be our responsibility as good parents to rein her in!” Calleigh agreed with a grin. Becoming serious, Calleigh turned slowly into Jason’s arms and ran her lips down the tanned column of his throat and over his broad, muscled chest. “Wanna play?” she asked coquettishly. Since they had found out she was pregnant, Jason had been exhibiting a reticence to make love that was very unlike him.
What is it with this man? He’s an unstoppable sex machine, and I can’t interest him in playing around
. Calleigh was wearing the hammered, white gold slave collar with the pink diamond pave heart, worn in the inverted position which signified her eagerness to make love. Jason had given it to her that first weekend at Le Club. It was a nearly sacred symbol to them both, nearly as important as their wedding rings.

Jason smiled to himself and got up from the bed. He walked to the armoire. When he turned back to Calleigh she could see he had moved into “Dom” mode. A tingle of excitement ran down her spine. “Only on my terms with my rules, sub,” he said with the thread of steel she loved in his voice.

“Yes, Master. Anything you wish, Master,” she replied as the little thrill arrowed down to her pussy leaving her drenched and wanting. All she needed to be ready and willing was to hear that Master voice. Besides that, she had never been hornier in her life than since she had become pregnant.
It must be those crazy pregnancy hormones.
Aren’t they great? Maybe I can bottle them!
She assumed the slave position on her knees at the foot of the bed waiting for her Master’s command.

Jason pulled out four of the extra pillows stored in the armoire and placed them on the bed, forming a hollow nest to protect her barely-there belly. He threw a soft quilt over the mound of pillows. Calleigh sighed to herself.
If this will make him happy and make him feel more relaxed about having sex, fine! The doctor told me there was no medical reason not to have responsible sex
.

“Strip, slave. On your knees on the bed, belly in the pillows. I would protect the heir to my dynasty you carry in your belly,” he said menacingly.

She hurried to obey his command, inwardly grinning like a fool.
Perfect! We both get to play!
“Yes, Master.”

She positioned herself over the mound of pillows, her famously rounded bottom in the air. She spread her legs and wiggled her butt in invitation. She was surprised when she felt a light but stinging slap on her butt.

“You forget yourself, slave,” he said menacingly. “Who is in charge here?”

“You are, Master!” she replied with a gasp. She had not been expecting the smack given Jason’s recent mood!
Oh boy! Let the games begin.
Calleigh was delighted.

* * * *

Jason laid himself along her body facing in the opposite direction, and slowly trailed a feather he had retrieved from the cabinet down her spine and over her butt. “If you stay still I will not bind you, slave. If you move, I will tie you to the bed,” he threatened.

“I’ll be still, Master,” she responded on a whispered breath as the tickle of the feather tormented her. He played with the feather, brushing it down her back, around the sides of her breasts and over her wet pussy as she struggled to remain still. “Oh please, Master, don’t torture me with unfulfilled pleasure,” she begged.

“I have only begun to torture you, slave,” he said with a sinister leer in his voice. “Arch your back, spread your legs wide, and raise your bottom,” he directed sternly. When she complied, he ran his hand down her long, elegant back and over her gorgeous bottom. God, he loved her bottom, the jiggle made him crazy! That “J.Lo ass” had been the first thing he’d noticed about her when they met. He slid his finger through the lips of her wet pussy, and, spreading them wide, blew gently on her exposed center. He spread the cream over her pulsing, aching clit, teasing it with maddeningly light, almost-there strokes when what she craved was hard and fast. He plunged a finger and then two into her aching channel, exploring the cavern of pleasure as her body began to buck.

“Be still!” he said as he administered another light slap that zinged directly to her pussy. She struggled to remain stationary but was finding it nearly impossible. But still he continued the torturous, light touch. Then he switched to torturing her with his tongue. He swirled it around and around her clit, applying more pressure, then less, never allowing her to catch the rhythm and ride it to completion. He repeatedly plunged his tongue into the channel vacated by his busy fingers. With an orgasm just out of reach she arched her back higher trying to reach for what she needed. She began to pump her bottom with a desperation she couldn’t control.

“Please, Master,” she begged. “Please fuck me, hard and fast.”

“Slave, you overstep your bounds again. As punishment, I will only fuck you long and slow, until you scream and beg.” He mounted her from behind, bearing his weight on his powerful arms, and began to stroke his engorged cock slowly in and more slowly out.