Capturing Callie (10 page)

When he stepped back from her and told her once again to strip, she didn’t even think about the fact that they were outside. She quickly removed the string bikini she’d been wearing, and when she handed it to Ian, she noticed he was holding a blindfold. “I’m going to cover your eyes because I want you to concentrate on my voice and the words I’m speaking to you. I don’t want you distracted by what you see. You need to focus on what you are feeling.” He paused for long seconds before continuing. “And for the record, your sister is going to make this up to you. I promise you that. Jace will be traveling to Miami later to deal with her. Mitch Grayson, along with a few more of our friends in Colorado, weren’t at all happy that they were left out of what they had set up as a lottery to see who got to go. Seems you make loyal friends pretty quickly, my beautiful pet.” He’d been running his fingers through her hair, beginning with soft massaging strokes to her scalp, and she’d quickly found herself almost hypnotized by his voice.

After securing the blindfold, he’d run his fingers through folds of her pussy, and she knew exactly what he’d found. She’d felt herself creaming from the time they’d stood up and she’d known the scene was officially starting.

“Oh, pet, you are so wonderfully wet for me. That pleases me more than I can tell you. Now, I’m going to show you two more poses. The first is what I will refer to as the slave pose.” He’d helped her to her knees and shown her how he wanted her forehead to touch the ground with her arms stretched out in front of her and her ass displayed high in the air. She didn’t even want to think about how that had to look from the house.
Geez, Callie, nothing like flashing your who-ha for all to see.

“
Carlin
, the only person you need to worry about is me. Remember, your job is to place yourself into my care…it’s all about trust, don’t forget that.” He chuckled just a bit and then added, “And yes, you did indeed say that out loud.” He had kept a hand on her at all times, and that was all that kept her from being frightened, but his touch and his words kept her tethered to the reality of placing herself into his care, and it was oddly liberating.

As if he’d read her thoughts, he’d leaned down and whispered, “It’s freeing isn’t it, pet? You don’t have to worry about anything except doing as I command you. You don’t have to be concerned with any of the details that usually plague women. No need to wonder if you’re doing too much or too little—if you should initiate a kiss or take my hand.” She felt a shiver snake up her spine as his fingers moved from her ass to the nape of her neck.

“Not all Doms use the same names for this pose, but it is one of the poses I’ll use with you quite a bit so I want you to memorize exactly how it feels.” He left her like that for several minutes, but never stopped touching her. When she felt her muscles start to relax into the position, he leaned close to her ear and she felt his warm breath brush over her skin like a soft breeze. His voice was pure seduction when he said, “Good girl. Now, up you go.” After she’d gotten back up on her feet, he smiled at her when she weaved slightly as blood rushed from her head. “Easy, pet. This is one of the reasons a good Dom keeps his hands on his sub at all times. There are a lot of times when you may be unsteady for a variety of reasons, but it is also important for you to know I am always close. One of the cardinal rules of D/s play is that a sub is
never
left alone during a scene, particularly if the sub is bound in any way. I am a fan of the Japanese art of rope bondage known as Kinbaku. I enjoy both Shinju, or breast bondage, and Karada, which encompasses the entire body, and suspension that offers erotic stimulation with the slightest movement is something I look forward to introducing you to when the time is right. But we’ll be working on trust for a long while before I will take you to the erotic plane that the people of the Orient were enjoying for centuries before the rest of us had a clue.”

Callie could hear his respect for the art clearly in his voice, and she’d seen a few pictures of rope play but hadn’t understood the attraction until she heard the reverence in Ian’s voice. She found herself leaning in to his touch, and when he gripped her arms, she realized she had been close to collapsing on to him. His words warmed her and assured her that she wasn’t in trouble for her lapse in attention. “You are so fucking beautiful and more responsive than I could ever have hoped.” He continued stroking up and down her arms for several seconds. His touch allowed her to focus on how his hands felt against her skin as the sun warmed her. She could smell the water of the bay and hear the waves as they slowly lapped at the beach’s edge. The mournful sound of a boat’s horn in the distance and the breeze as it cooled her warm skin all added to the ambiance of the moment. She could hear the soft sounds of a waterfall somewhere in the distance, and it soothed her. “Good girl. You finally let yourself just float in the moment, and it felt wonderful to know that I was caring for you in all ways, didn’t it?”

“Yes, Master. It did.” She felt Ian go still at her answer, and she was afraid she’d said something wrong. “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” She started to reach for the blindfold, she needed to be able to see his face, but he grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

“No, quite the opposite actually, but you surprised me, and that doesn’t happen very often, I assure you. Your words were a huge gift that you will understand later. But right now I want to teach you the punishment pose. You aren’t being punished, I just want you to understand how to assume this position should you be instructed to do so. And I will caution you, if Jace or I instruct you to do this, it had better be immediate, because your punishment will be increased significantly for any hesitation or delay.”

After he’d shown her how far apart he wanted her legs and how to bend at the waist, she knew that both her ass and her pussy were wide open for anything he’d want to do, and she was shocked at how much the idea turned her on. While she was in this position, she heard the snick of what sounded like a bottle and quickly felt cool, slick lube being dribbled over her back entrance. His finger started rimming her ass, and then he slowly started pushing past the ring of resistance. She heard herself moan and knew she was getting lost in the feel of the heat as her muscles stretched to accommodate his invasion. She’d been so caught up in feeling how the pain changed into pleasure she hadn’t even realized he’d withdrawn his fingers until she felt the plug as he started slow thrusts and retreats.

“Tell me how it feels, pet. I want to hear your words.” She was almost as caught up in his voice as she was the feelings racing through her body like a runaway train.

“It feels…so hot and naughty and amazing. I know that you are touching me in a place that no one else gets to see. The burning changes to need, and I don’t understand it, but I know you do, so I am just enjoying the power of the feeling.”

“Fucking perfect. Pet, you are going to wear this plug until either Master Jace or I remove it. Now, I want you to stand up slowly.” As she brought her head up, she felt herself sway and was grateful for his support. When she shifted slightly, the plug in her ass moved and she felt her knees go out from under her. He chuckled as he grabbed her around the waist. “Tell me how it feels with that plug inside your ass, pet. Does it make you feel wanton?”

“Oh God, I feel…oh, I just feel like I want to…” She couldn’t focus or get the words to come out in any sort of reasonable order.

Suddenly she felt a sharp swat to her ass, and everything shifted again. “Answer the question, pet, or I’ll bend you right back over and administer a few swats that will more than center your attention.”

It took her a couple of seconds, but she finally answered in a hesitant and halting voice that, even to her own ears, sounded nearly breathless. “It makes me feel an incredible need to be fucked, Sir.”

“Aww, see that wasn’t so hard, now was it? And just so you know, pet, you answer was perfect. We are right where I wanted us to be. Now, there are some rules I want you to know about before we go to the club tonight. Pay attention, these will keep you from getting into trouble once we enter the first of the two areas I’m going to show you tonight. There are three zones at Club Isola, but you’ll only be visiting two for your first several visits. I want to make sure you are properly prepared before taking you in to the Inferno Room. That is where the most extreme play takes place. I don’t play there often, but it is a popular area and I’ll want you to understand what happens there.”
I’m not sure that is a place I’ll ever be ready to see. It sounds much too extreme for my comfort.

He was running his fingers through her folds and circling around her clit but never giving her the touch she was craving, and she was starting to move just enough to get his fingers to slide over the little bundle of nerves that she knew would put her over the edge. “Please…” She heard her voice, but didn’t remember speaking.

“Not yet, pet. Don’t you dare come until I give you permission, if you do, I’ll punish you, right out here for the men on the boat passing by to see. They are standing on the deck admiring you. They want what is mine, but I’ll not share your lovely cunt with anyone but Jace. And when he and I fuck you together, we’re going to give you so much pleasure, you’ll think you are being given a glimpse of heaven.” He had leaned forward so that his words were spoken directly into her ear and just as he ended he bit down on her earlobe and said, “Come for me, pet.”

The only thing Callie remembered was hearing a scream and then feeling as if her entire body had exploded. She fell against Ian and felt her cream rush toward his waiting fingers. It took her several deep breaths to bring herself back from what had been an amazing voyage into a colorful supernova. When she finally started to settle, she realized she was sitting in his lap and he was speaking to her tenderly, telling her how proud he was of her and those words alone brought tears to her eyes.

When he slowly rose to his feet, she realized that he was carrying her into the water. “As I explain more of the rules, I’m going to be securing you to a new device I’m developing. If it works as I expect it to, you’re going to really enjoy it.” As he set her on what felt like a large pillow, he began talking to her about how she would not be allowed to wear panties or shoes at any time while inside Club Isola. He explained how she would be expected to keep her gaze lowered unless a she was specifically instructed to raise it. He also told her that he would be securing a temporary collar around her neck in order to protect her from the unwanted advances she would most certainly be getting without that mark of his ownership and protection.

She was listening and hearing the words, but she didn’t know how much of the meaning she really comprehended when she was so lost in all the sensations. He’d secured her arms above her head and her feet to some kind of extensions that kept her legs spread wide apart. The feeling of the sun’s warmth and the water’s sensuous caress on her bared pussy was strangely erotic.

“I am introducing you to the BDSM lifestyle with every move, every word, every caress, and every press of my body against yours. Remember that even the deepest ocean begins at the beach. How deep you venture depends on your own level of comfort.” She’d heard his words, and their meaning had seemed particularly poignant even though she didn’t understand exactly why.

As Ian secured Callie to the floating cross, he found himself staring at the woman lying open to his every pleasure and wondering if it was possible that he’d been wrong all these years when he’d been so certain he was incapable of truly loving anyone again. Nolyn McGregor, now Nolyn Bieberle, had been the embodiment of every horrible cliché ever written about stepmothers, with a dash of pedophile added in for good measure. She’d invaded his bed when he’d been too young to understand the significance of the darkness she was exposing him to. Nolyn’s need for pain had fueled his fantasies and introduced him to elements of the lifestyle that had become the center of his sexual identity from the first time she’d shown him how Domination could open up what was locked deep inside of him.

Years of what he now recognized as sexual abuse at her hand had not only thrust him into
The Land of Kink
at a ridiculously young age but had also built a high wall between Ian and his father that had taken years to breach. That wall had only started to truly crumble just before his father had died too young and Ian had been forced to assume the role of CEO for a company that was on the very cusp of financial collapse.

Ian had been grateful that Nolyn had been well and truly out of the picture when his father passed so he hadn’t had to deal with her as far as the estate had been concerned, but it had been surprisingly difficult to see her at the memorial service. Despite everything that had occurred, he had loved her in his own twisted and naive way. He’d been devastated to learn she hadn’t ever planned to leave his father for him and that he wasn’t the only rich “boy toy” she’d play with. He had vowed he would never trust another woman with his heart, and he’d held tightly to that promise ever since. But in the deepest part of his consciousness, something told him that Callie Reece might well be his kryptonite.

Moving his hands over her body in what she would perceive as random patterns, Ian was actually slowly focusing all of her energy on her sex. By the time she understood what the sensuous massage had been about, she was so caught up in the sensations he was creating she was helpless to put up any barriers. “Tell me, pet, what does it feel like to know that you are completely open to my perusal just as you are to the warming rays of the sun and the lapping waters of the bay?”