Plaything: Volume One (5 page)

Get on the bed and wait for me.

My first real instruction. My heart stuttered in my chest as I obeyed. I positioned myself on all fours, facing away from the doorway. Any minute he’d be through, any minute he’d be climbing up on the bed at my rear and taking me, fucking me, making me his. He’d be good, I knew that much. Even Alistair had been good, before I knew better, but Robert was a different animal. The way he moved, the way he spoke, so considered.

Yet still a stranger.

I’d fucked many strangers, and in the main I’d enjoyed them. I could enjoy this one, too. If only I could forget the outside, everything but the man.

I parted my knees a little wider, making myself ready. My fingers found their way down where I needed them, circling my clit in tight motions.
Just a man. An attractive man who knows how to fuck.

I thought about how he’d feel. Would he take me hard? Growl obscenities in that perfect voice of his? Would he pull my hair and slam in deep? Would he take it slow, and tease gently?

I slipped two fingers inside myself, I’d be ready. My choice. My choice to give myself to him.

My movements increased their intensity, and I let myself dip to the pillows, the fabric soft against my cheek. My ass was in the air, knees spread wide as my fingers worked me closer and closer to the edge. I could do this… I could be ready…

My breath was ragged when the door creaked open. I tossed my hair over my shoulder to stare back at him in the doorway, expecting to see him ready with his cock in his hand. But he was nothing of the sort.

His mouth hardened in disapproval, and it made me feel strangely guilty.

“I said
wait
for me.” His voice was calm, steady.

“I’m ready for you…” I hissed. “You can take me.”

He closed the door, but took only a single step forward. “Stop,” he said. “Now.”

My surprised fingers stopped in their tracks, my eyes searching his. “I thought you…”

“Ground rules,” he said. “You will never pleasure yourself without my permission. I control your pleasure and your release. I will never find you like this again, understood?”

I nodded, mutely.

“You will not pre-empt my motivations or my desires. I give a command and you take me at face value. You do as instructed and only as instructed. I asked you to shower and wait for me. If that should happen again I expect to find you showered and waiting for me, do we have an understanding?”

“Yes,” I managed. The word
sorry
was on my tongue before I’d registered it. I choked it back. I closed my knees, embarrassed. My cheeks were burning, heart pounding, and that’s when it occurred to me. I’d wanted him to like it. I’d wanted him to lose control and bury himself inside me without restraint, just like any usual man outside of this place would have done. Just some random guy I was fucking without strings, who’d count himself lucky he’d got a shot.

“Amy, if this is going to work you will have to learn obedience. I need you to fully commit to this process. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”
I hope so.
I felt so exposed, uncomfortable. “Shall I move now?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Are you still going to fuck me?” The question sounded so childish. My face bloomed even brighter, skin prickling. I fought the urge to bury my face in the pillows out of sight.

“Yes, I’m still going to fuck you, but on my terms.” He took another step forward, and my stomach turned a somersault. “Lie on your back, please, comfortably. I want your hands above your head and your legs spread for me.”

My eyes widened, but slowly I moved into position.

The slightest smile curved his lips. “Relax, Amy. You will hide nothing from me. You have a beautiful body, I will come to know it very well.”

I shuffled the pillows until I was comfortable, my arms under my head and legs spread wide enough that my pussy was plainly in view. He approached slowly, his arms folded across his chest as his eyes soaked me in. His gaze burned, tingling my skin wherever it touched. He lingered on my breasts, and my nipples tightened as he watched. He trailed his attention down over my stomach, until he was staring at the most intimate part of me. My thighs trembled, quivering with the nervous desire to shield myself from view.

“Wider,” he said, simply.

I inched my legs apart, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach.

“That’s good,” he encouraged. “More.”

My breath turned shallow as I obeyed, spreading myself so wide I could feel the cool air of the room against the heat of my excitement.

“Good girl.”

Good girl…
his words gave me shivers, but they weren’t unpleasant.

He took a seat on the bed at my feet, but made no move to touch me. His vantage point gave him a crystal clear view of my pussy, the rise and fall of my breasts as I breathed, too. I felt so exposed, more vulnerable than I’d ever felt fighting Alistair. I’d been like a wildcat back there, ferocious and out of control. In here I was a different creature altogether, a creature I didn’t recognise.

“Are you comfortable, Amy?”

I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

“In order for me to train you, I need to know you. I need to know what makes you tick, what makes you excited, what makes you nervous…”

His voice was so smooth… hypnotic, almost.

“Will you answer my questions?”

My response came easily. So easily. It felt so good to breathe without threat. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He paused, and I found myself missing his voice until he spoke again. “You enjoyed pain, that’s why you are here, yes?”

“Yes. I had some intense BDSM relationships. I enjoyed them. Until Alistair, that is.”

“Why did you enjoy the pain?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I just did.”

“That’s not good enough. Please answer honestly.”

“I like to feel… consumed… out of control…”

“And pain offers you that?”

“Yes.”

“Does it still excite you? After everything that’s happened to you in this place?”

“I’m not sure…” And I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

“The release you crave can be found in other ways, Amy. It can be found through touch without pain, it can be found in the beauty of submission, of giving yourself over to another’s will. I’ll show you that release.”

I found myself nodding. “Yes.”

“You don’t need to break with your body, only with your mind. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” And I think I did, with him. He was a different man to the ones I’d known before. So very different.

“In this place you will learn to submit to me, to obey without question, and you will learn the pleasure that can be found through true submission.” His voice was like satin. “But not just yet.”

I raised my head. “Not yet?”

“Not until your body knows mine well enough to relax with me.”

I flinched at the warmth of his hand on my ankle, a simple contact that sent tingles right through me. His touch was gentle, yet firm, his fingers trailing up my calf to my knee.

“Relax, Amy, you’re going to enjoy this.” Slowly he moved, positioning himself up on the bed. “Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told. I gasped at the touch of his warm lips against my skin, just above the knee. “Do you orgasm through sex, Amy? Genuinely?”

“Sometimes,” I whispered.

“Do you enjoy a man’s mouth on your pussy?”

“Yes…”

“Can you orgasm that way, without the inhibition of self-consciousness?”

His breath on the inside of my thigh, so hot. “Um, yes… yes, I can…”

Another gasp at the pressure of his hands on my thighs, easing them apart. Wider, so much wider. I could feel his breath roving higher, until the warmth tickled my pussy lips. I waited for his mouth, my breath trapped in my throat in anticipation, but it didn’t come.

“I’m going to make you come in ways you’ve never felt before. Before our time here is up, you will have given yourself to me. Body, mind and spirit.”

I felt his position shift again but kept my eyes closed. I could hear him undressing, and fought the urge to look at him. When he finally lowered his body onto mine it jolted like electricity, the heat of skin on skin sparking like flames. He took my wrists, pinning them both above my head with just one hand. I murmured as his lips grazed my neck.

I felt his cock against my stomach. He was hard, and he was big, too. I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, shifting under him to position myself, but he held me firm.

“No. I decide when,” he whispered. “Only me.”

His free hand tilted my face, and so softly his lips were against mine. It was me who opened my mouth for him, me who sought out the dance with his tongue. His kiss was deep and controlled, like the rest of him. He consumed me, possessed me, showing more dominance in that one intimate gesture than a string of lovers before him had shown with all of their canes, and crops and whips combined. His tongue was fierce against mine, a hot and heady kiss that made me buck under him, desperate for more. He nipped my bottom lip as he pulled away, just enough to make me gasp, and it broke through my quiet obedience. My eyes flew open, straight into his, and there was a flash of fire beneath his controlled exterior. Lust. He wanted me.

And I wanted him.

As crazy as my predicament was, in this twisted, horrible place, I wanted him. In his eyes was a purity, an honesty, a flame of decency and passion I’d never seen in another. It knocked my breath.

“Close your eyes,” he reminded me.

This time I
wanted
to do as I was told.

His lips traced a beautiful pattern down my neck, across my collarbones, and down slowly, torturously slowly, until I was arching my back and aching for his touch on my breasts. When his lips closed around my nipple I let out a moan. I felt him smile against my skin, and he sucked at me with perfect pressure. The tiniest nip, a short sharp shock, and his satin words were spinning through my brain.

“The smallest touch of pain, Amy, is more than enough in the right hands.”

“Please…” I whimpered, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

He did. He seemed to know exactly. He loosed my wrists, and solid hands palmed my breasts, gripping and teasing. His touch was exquisite, perfect, leaving waves of tingles as he made his way down across my stomach. He wrapped his toned arms around my thighs and held them firm.

“You are beautifully wet for me,” he groaned. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you, so very much.”

I jumped as his tongue teased my pussy lips. He found my clit in a heartbeat, but kept me wanting, skirting just close enough to drive me wild. My hands gripped the pillows under my head, and I bit my lip to stop myself crying out.

“Be still,” he said. “Remember your place, Amy.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Yes what?”

And the answer was so obvious, so perfectly obvious. “Yes, sir…”

“Good girl. You can come now.” He gave me what I needed, gripping my clit between his lips and sucking me tight until I lost my mind. I wheezed and rasped and fisted the sheets, but the man didn’t lose his concentration. He played me like an instrument, sliding two fingers inside me at just the right moment. He curled them forwards, the perfect fucking spot.
Jesus
.

I don’t know what I said when I came, what crazy string of hissed words spilled from my mouth, but by the time my orgasm subsided I was a panting wreck. I managed a smile at the ceiling, the insanity of the situation fading into oblivion under his touch, and for that moment we were just two people, two lovers. It felt nice.

He climbed back up until we were face to face, and his eyes were serious. This time he didn’t ask me to close mine, and I didn’t want to. My arms wrapped around him, fingers tracing his spine and exploring the muscular plains of his back. He was an amazing specimen of a man, with quite a cock to match, I noted as I felt him push against me. His first thrust was slow but deep, his forehead pressed to mine as he eased all the way in. My ankles hooked around his thighs, urging him on, but he kept his own pace, slow and deliciously steady, savouring every single movement.

“It could feel so good, this experience,” he whispered. “I’ll make it feel so good for you, if you’ll just trust me.”

I’d be insane to trust anyone in this place, and yet I did. I hardly knew him, and once this was over I knew I’d be scared of him, and this crazy experience all over again, but right then he had me. Right then I trusted him. In that moment Robert was the lifeline I needed, and I held onto him with everything I had.

“Yes…” I hissed. “Please… fuck me… I want to feel you come…”

“No,” he growled. “
My
rules.”

Oh the torture, his teasing rhythm, his absolute self-control. I unraveled all around him, but he remained unmoved, taking his time and his pleasure in my body however he deemed fit. It was a long while before his movements became more frantic, and I felt his muscles tense, his skin hot and sheened with sweat. His mouth clamped over mine, and I kissed him hard, desperate to feel him lose control. When he came he came hard, slamming his cock in deep and pinning me tight. I loved the feel of him, loved the low growls from his throat.