French Kiss (Decadence Nights Book 2) (11 page)

The twin sensations, along with the thought of his lash or perhaps even his leather belt crisply striking her skin, excited her more than she wanted to show, but she failed in suppressing her groan, so her “Yes, sir” this time was nearly incoherent.

“Tsk tsk,” he chided with a grin. “Threats of a strapping make you moan in anticipation. It appears I’ll have to come up with a less appealing and more creative brand of punishment, won’t I?”

“Your lash will be sufficiently dire, I’m sure, sir.”

“Doubtful.” He chuckled. “Up on the bed with you now.”

After climbing on top of the burgundy and gold brocade spread, she knelt. With her hot cheeks resting on her heels, she clasped her hands low behind her back watching intently as he crossed the room to a heavy, burnished mahogany armoire with ironwork hinges and hand carved embellishments.

“French gothic,” he murmured in approval as he paused in front of the gorgeous piece. “The detail of this room is amazing.”

“Decadence is the perfect name, sir.”

“Good girl. You remembered.” He glanced and caught her peeking. Instead of closing her eyes and pretending she’d obeyed, she froze, staring at the easy smile that played at the corners of his mouth and the sensual flame that sparked in his eyes as his gaze swept down her naked body. “Yet, you continue to be rather disobedient. Is this the norm for you?”

“Um, no, not usually. But as you say, I’m out of practice and the scenes I usually do are in the main room. They happen fast, I’m restrained, usually flogged, and then, well…” She shrugged, too mortified to disclose she was such a quick, easy lay.

“How utterly disappointing for you. Good thing you have me now. Even with punishment, you’ll never get a drive-by spank-and-fuck from me.” He shook his head in disgust and muttered something in rapid French that ended with something like
imbéciles.

“
Pardon
,
ma chérie,
but these so-called doms you’ve been associating with are nothing short of ham-handed, precipitous fools. I’m about to change all of that.” When his eyes met hers once again, he raised his forefinger and rotated it slowly. “I told you to close your eyes for a reason.” He waited with a dark brow arched until she had turned to face the headboard, perched on her knees, with hands behind her again, before continuing. “I don’t want to reveal all of my evil plans for you just yet.”

His veiled threat had Mari shivering with anticipation.

“Prone, I believe,” he ordered further, “with that rosy red derriere up in the air.”

Stretched out flat on her stomach, her hips flexed to elevate her bottom, she almost turned at the sounds of doors creaking and drawers sliding in and out. Mari squinched her eyes shut, vowing to obey. He had been patient so far, but she didn’t know him well enough to predict when that would end or how creative Master Arturo could be with consequences beyond a spanking. The image of him wielding his bullwhip came to mind and sent of flood of wetness between her thighs.

Several moments passed with more creaking and crackling of plastic wrapping. Next there was a brief silence, before the bed shifted. The warmth of his fingers brushed her skin, followed by something cool wrapping around her arm, wrist to bicep. The other arm received the same treatment before he moved them both to the center of her back. What followed was a series of jerks and tugs in progression from top to bottom as he laced her into what could only be an arm binder. She’d never worn one before, but had seen them in a bondage catalog that Derek used to get.

Derek...

Shaking off the random memory, she warned herself not to go there.

When the yanking and tugging stopped, her arms were completely immobilized. Arturo leaned forward, placed a kiss on her shoulder, then promptly flipped her up and over, and laid her on her back. The binder forced her spine to arch, which pushed her full breasts upward to point lewdly at the canopy.

“
Magnifique
!” he murmured as his hands curled around each breast and pushed them together, plumping them up further. His mouth opened wide over first one nipple, then the other, sucking hungrily. Before he released each one, she felt the rasp of his teeth dragging over the sensitive, pliant flesh, until he reached the tip. Then he clamped down, enough to cause a sharp nip of pain that lasted for the briefest moment before his tongue laved away the residual sting.

She groaned. So good. Rough enough to set her heart pumping, yet so sensual it caused a rush of liquid heat to her needy pussy. Mari took a shuddering breath, never wanting the sweet torment to end, but all too soon he raised his head. His eyes lingered on the hard, wetness of her nipples a moment, before he rocked forward and took her mouth as ravenously. The next instant he was moving off and around the end of the bed.

Strong fingers clasped her ankles and flipped her again, then proceeded to drag her slowly down the bed, her tender nipples feeling every inch of the textured, brocade bedspread. When her feet came to the end, he separated her legs about two feet apart and guided her ankles into some kind of rigid frame.

“You may look now.”

Tipping her chin and twisting her neck, she glanced at her feet, her mouth gaping wide as he lowered the upper half of the two-piece footboard, locking her ankles in two of the four holes carved into the wood. No wonder she hadn’t seen the stocks and other torture devices; they were built into the bed.

“A unique sort of pillory, don’t you agree?” answering her unvoiced question. “For use either lying on the bed as you are, or standing at the foot. The latter for a much more recalcitrant slave, one who has displeased her dom and is in need of a sound beating, perhaps. Or maybe solely because the master is in the mood to give a good thrashing.” As he explained, he once again moved onto the bed. “I have an even more unconventional use for it in mind.”

Kneeling at her side, he slid one arm beneath her, supporting her just below her breasts. With his other hand at the back of her neck, he drew her up to her knees, her lower legs and feet trapped in position by the pillory. He then proceeded to bend her backward over her restrained legs until she was folded like a human taco shell, looking up into his watchful face. With her arms restrained, she was at his mercy, the extreme position immobilizing her. But he wasn’t done. Cradling her at the neck and shoulders, he reached up and pulled a chain down from the overhead bed frame. Attached to it was a thickly padded sling that he slipped over her head and behind her neck.

Once it was in place, his hands left her and he moved away leaving her in a semi-suspended position. Too afraid to so much as breathe in her precarious pose, let alone turn her head, she watched from the corner of her eye as he stood beside the bed, his arms folded over his chest, studying her with a devilish smile gracing his extremely handsome face. For a long time, he stood stock-still, only his eyes moving in a slow body scan, touching upon every exposed inch of her, clearly admiring his handiwork.

She was completely at his mercy, her breasts up thrust and there for the taking. Her belly, hips and thighs quivering and vulnerable to a lash or the whips he liked to employ, and with her knees in the wide spread position, she could do nothing to prevent whatever he wanted to do to her.

Taking a deep breath to calm her rapidly building excitement, the minimal rise and fall of her rib cage caused her to sway. A subtle movement overhead caught her attention.

Above her, a woman stared down at her. The realization that is was her own reflection the next second made her gasp. How had she missed the huge mirror mounted above the bed? As she blinked up at her image the answer came to her—when the harsh lights dimmed, thanks to Arturo.

Although the face was familiar, it was hard to believe that it was her naked body twisted into the odd, human pretzel pose. And that she was blatantly aroused as was evident from the way her juices glistened on her splayed pussy lips and inner thighs. Further, the hard points of her nipples, still red from his attention, strained toward the ceiling, seeming to reach for their own reflection. The picture was intensely provocative, the bondage severe and the carnality of it all stirred her immensely.

“Comfortable?” Master Arturo inquired softly.

The question was ridiculous, really, particularly since he had been the one to bind her in one of the most contorted positions she’d ever been twisted into in her life.

Her eyes shifted to his. “You’re joking, right?”

He leaned down, replacing the fascinating yet disturbing display with his handsome face, his lips hovering a half inch over hers. “Let me rephrase. Is anything hurting you, Mari?”

She considered that a moment. Her knees and shoulders were bent to their limit, but not beyond. “No, sir.”

“Are you afraid?”

Another pause. “A little, sir.”

“Just a little?”

“Okay, a lot.” Then she reconsidered. “No. It’s more like apprehension, than fear.”

“Which adds to the experience, but don’t ever be truly afraid of me,
petite
. I plan on taking excellent care of you.”

Not allowing time for a response, his lips descended, his tongue delving inside and beginning a scintillating exploration of every nook and cranny of her mouth. When she was breathless and responding with trembling eagerness beneath him, he lifted his head.

“You told me you enjoyed bondage, spanking and moderate pain. I’m going to test you, Mari, as any good dom would. You have your safewords, but I want you to trust me to keep you from falling, just as you did on the dance floor. If you do, great pleasure awaits us both, and in the end, although our journey is a bit different than most, that’s all this is about.
Oui
?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice squeaked a bit in reply.

This brought about a flash of Arturo’s white teeth and a glint of stunning green as his eyes crinkled. “
T
rès
bien
. Then let the games begin,
ma belle soumise
.”

Puzzled, and more than a little bit nervous, her brows gathered in question.

“My beautiful submissive,” he explained before easing back a bit and angling his chin as he surveyed her naked body.

Vulnerable and open to his exploration, he ran a finger down her midline. Beginning at her chin, he moved along her throat and across her breastbone. He smiled as her belly twitched and goosebumps erupted along her skin, brought on by the slow run of his fingertips as he circled and dipped gently inside her navel. He continued downward, over the slight roundness of her lower belly and beyond, to the soft tuft of curls which he combed through and tugged gently before gliding along the seam between her thighs. At the end of the road, he changed the angle and dipped between her pussy lips, grinning at her as she wiggled and squirmed, swaying as the chain clinked softly above her.

“A few more restraints, I think.”

More! She bit back her cry. It wasn’t in protest but more out of surprise, she was already fully under his control and feeling dazed from being powerless. It was truly wonderful and she didn’t know how much more she could take before coming apart.

He held up his hands where she could easily see. Immediately, her nipples hardened at the sight of the stainless steel barrel clamps dangling from his fingers. They stood taut and at attention, practically begging for the rubber tipped vises. Breathing fast, she followed his every movement, as he pinched and rolled each point to readiness. As he opened the first clamp and bracketed the tip, waves shot down her belly to her pussy at the snug hold, it was quite nice until he turned the barrel, once, twice, on the third turn she hissed as the bite tested her limit. But like the sadist he was, it wasn’t enough for the evil dom, who gave it another half turn making her squeal.

“Too tight,” she exclaimed, her back bowing further in reaction to the sharp, unrelenting pressure.

“Breathe through the pain, Mari.”

As she took deep gulping breaths, the harsh pinch soon leveled out to a steady ache that became bearable.

“It’s been a very long time, sir,” she panted.

“As I suspected. It’s why you aren’t wearing the Japanese clovers right now, which are my preference.” His finger rubbed gently over the compressed skin. “A thank you for my consideration would be appropriate.”

The arrogance of the man amazed her, but she dutifully replied, “Thank you for going easy on me, sir.”

A deep rolling rumble of laughter arose from his chest. “I wouldn’t go as far as that,
minou
.” Giving the clamp a little flick of his fingers, he grinned at the subsequent shudder and quickly indrawn breath before he moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite agonizing process. “So beautiful, they are already deepening to a lovely, deep
rouge
.”

Pinched, restrained, bent double and halfway suspended, even then he wasn’t done, bringing more of the mini suspension system overhead into play. Pulling down two straps, he deftly clipped the hooks onto the O-rings on the end of each barrel. He then reached up and the straps slowly tightened as if by a winch of some kind, pulling her breasts up by the nipples, not stopping until they tingled and ached. With the brush of his hand, he encircled the base of each elongated breast and squeezed, jiggling them enough to make her moan.