Dark Desires (2 page)

But it was his face that caught her attention. Framed by a thick fall of inky black hair
,
it was a warrior’s face,
finely chiseled with a square jaw, startling blue eyes and lashes any woman would kill for.
The power he exuded was so strong as to be nearly visible
in the air around him
. She could only stand there mesmerized, and so aroused she needed every bit of discipline to keep herself together.

Deep inside her something unfamiliar began to unwind like a coil tightened down for too long. Something  teased at her emotions as well as her senses. Was she getting herself into something too deep here?
She wasn’t looking for more than
o
ne night of intense pleasure. Was she?

“Risa
,
” Ruelas’ voice penetrated the fog wrapped around her brain. “This is Master J.”

Her eyes drank him in even as they kept returning to the significant bulge in his pants. She could hardly wait to feel that inside her. At his pleasure, of course.

Master J, in full Dom mode, did not extend his hand. Instead, he let his gaze travel slowly over every inch of her body, so penetrating
was his stare
that she might as well have been naked.
H
e nodded at Ruelas.

“She will do
very nicely
.
”

Ruelas smiled. “You know it is always my goal to please.” He looked at Risa
.
“
I have passed along your desires to Master J and I assure you he can more than satisfy them.
Beyond that, Risa, you can trust him completely.
”

Her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could speak. Every nerve
i
n her body vibrated and her pulse throbbed in her womb.

“Thank you
, Ruelas
.
”
She lowered her eyes. “And thank you, Master J.”

“The room is prepared for you,” the owner told the Dom. “Everything is as you requested.”

“Good. Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.”

Okay, so no small talk or let’s get acquainted.

Well, this was what she’d asked for, right? A complete Dom who would take her well into the next level of BDSM play. Someone who could satisfy the very dark desires that claimed her dreams and left her shaken
when she awoke
, more often than not
,
with her hand still on her clit.
At first she’d been embarrassed to admit to herself that pain was a great aphrodisiac. But when she squeezed her nipples or her
hard
clit, cream gushed from her and her pussy flexed with spasms.

She’d tried to figure out a way to s
p
ank herself but the position was too awkward to do her any good
,
so she had to be contented with reading about it. Caning particularly appealed to her. The book she
’d
ordered online came with explicit photographs of women after they’d been caned and she ached for her ass to burn like theirs. To have hot stripes that made it difficult for her to sit
anywhere
.
Whatever surface she chose would press against the residual soreness so the sweet pain was still with her
wherever she went
.

She’d s
p
ent weeks agonizing over the decision and then decided to apply for membership at Club Fantasy
—
a new environment for her and one that had by far the best reputation in the area
as far as clientele went. She certainly hoped so, since the membership fee was steep.

But in the places where she’d belonged before
,
there was no one
with
who
m
she could see moving to another level
.
N
o one who
had
impressed her enough with his skills. Plus
,
with a new level of play
,
she wanted a new environment.
Someplace where her old self wasn’t present and where she could explore new horizons freely without previous Doms offering to help her. There weren’t any she’d played with
who connected with her enough to
earn
new experiences.

“Girl
.
” Master J’s deep voice was like a hot caress.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Follow me. Our evening is about to begin.”

The room he led her into looked much the same as others she’d been in
,
only more elaborate and luxurious.
As Master J locked the door and adjusted the lighting
,
she took t
h
e opportunity to glance around.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet except for one large square
that was polished hardwood. Risa
expected that was for subs
who
needed to be punished in a kneeling position. No soft cushioning for them. The room also contained a padded spanking bench, manacles hanging from the ceiling with matching cuffs at floor level, a St. Andrews Cross, a cupboard pen to display a number of toys and instruments, and something
she had only seen pictures of—an old-fashioned pillory.

The punishment equipment of years gone by.

The original ones had places for the head and hands to rest and hinged boards to keep them in place. The ones she’d read about, like this one
,
also had a place for a woman’s breasts to be contained. A fresh spa
t
e of cream soaked her thong as she im
agined the things that could be
done to a woman held helpless in the apparatus.

Risa stood
waiting for instructions while Master J
slowly
walked around her
.
She could
sense
the impact of his gaze
o
n her as he studied her from every angle.

“Before we begin
,
Ruelas gave me the specifics of your request,” he told her. “Look at me, Risa
.
”
H
is voice was softer now.

She raised her eyes, questioning. “Yes, Master J?”

“Ruelas takes his requests very seriously. He wants to make sure that those he pairs t
ogether are a suitable match.” He
brushed a stay strand of
h
air back from her face.
“
For what we are about to do—especially to take you to levels you’ve never reached before—there must be complete and absolute trust. I promise you that you have nothing to fear from me. 
Y
ou can trust me only to satisfy your desires and to stretch your limits
,
but not push you beyond them if it becomes too much for you. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“I want you to tell me exactly what it is you’re seeking tonight. I want to hear it from you.”

Risa swallowed. She forced herself to keep her gaze on him while
s
he answered.

“I have discovered that I want to explore greater levels of pain, t
o
reach that point where the pain itself is a pleasure. To be helpless
,
except to do as you command me. To achieve
the
intense orgasms possible at that level.
I—I’ve discovered that pain increases my pleasure, that it takes me to a place where thing
s
could
be
ever to
o
much.
And to
p
lease you because of that.”

His lips twitched as if he was
holding back a smile. His gaze
softened but there was still
hunger
flaring
in
his irises
.
Risa’s breath caught as the
heat
of his gaze seared her, sending shivers skating over the surface of her skin.
She’d only wanted this one night
,
but suddenly she wanted much more than that. From him. With him. And the intensity of her need frightened her. She’d s
p
ent her entire life being careful not to let her emotions rule her mind
,
so how had this even happened?

“I have been a Dom for many years, Risa. I like to think I have pleased my
s
ubs, given them what they want
ed
, and that I d
id
it well. That
is the reason Ruelas selected me for this evening.
I will never, ever take a sub to a point where it would be emotionally harmful.
Give me your trust, Risa, and I will give you what yo
u need. So
I ask you now, are you ready for this evening?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then before we begin, I must have your safe word.”

She had always used stoplight, figuring the significance of the word itself would help convey her meaning. But for tonight she’d chosen something else.

“Nightbird.”

T
onight she expected to fly.

Master J. tilted up her face with one finger beneath her chin. Something like humor
momentarily
flashed in his eyes.

“Then I will make sure you fly tonight.” He released her chin. “You know the rules. You will address me as Master or Master J. You may not ask questions unless I give you permission. You will speak only when spoken to except to use your safe word, which you will use only when you are certain you want me to stop. And you will obey my every command. Understood?”

“Yes, Master J
.
”
H
is name
sensuously
rolled off her tongue.

Apparently satisfied with the atmosphere in the room, Master J took up a position in the center of the floor, legs apart, arms folded across his chest.

“Submissive pose,
g
irl,” he ordered.

Risa obediently dropped to her knees before him, eyes downcast, head bowed, hands behind her back.

“Excellent. Rise and remove your clothing, everything except your shoes.”

Risa rose to her feet
. Still keeping her gaze on the floor, she unfastened the halter-top
and dropped it beside her. Trembling with anticipation she slid down the side zipper on her micro skirt, stepped out of it and let it fall on top of the halter. She hooked her thumbs into the thin elastic straps holding the thong in place and eased it down her legs,
awkwardly
balancing herself on her stiletto heels as she stepped out of it. But when she would have added it to the other items
,
Master J took it from her hands and pressed it to his face.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled.

“Exquisite. And so wet. I’m pleased that you are already so aroused.”

Risa just stood there, hands behind her back, thrilled that her scent pleased him.

“Turn around,” he commanded. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of you.”

She had only moved partway around when he
clasped a hand around her arm and
stopped her.

“Submissive pose.”

Immediately she sank to her knees, unease fluttering in her stomach.
Had she done something to displease him already?
What could it be? Would he decide to end the session?
But when he gave the next order there was as much
of
a to
n
e of possessiveness as of domination. Something was definitely happening between them. Holding her breath
,
s
he waited for his next order.

“Touch your forehead to the floor, knees wide apart. Yes, like that. Now reach behind you and separate the cheeks of your ass. I want to see every bit of you exposed.”

If possible
,
she felt even more naked, aware that he could see every inch of her pussy and her ass. A whisper of sound told her he’d moved up behind her. In a moment
,
o
ne finger touched her,
moving slowly from her clit down the length of her pussy, stopping at her opening to probe lightly inside before finally touching her anus and
gently
rimming it. A shiver of delight skated over her skin.

“Such an enticing cunt,” he murmured. “And a delicious ass. Tonight I’ll make sure to work both of them properly.”

She heard him step away.

“On your feet,
g
irl, and walk over to the pillory
and place yourself properly
.
It’s one of my favorite instruments and a good way to begin our evening.”