Radiant Surrender (CSA Case Files Book 6) (23 page)

It didn’t escape her notice that the more she moved, the more she desired to be out in the bedroom with Gavin and have him touch her in any way. Every nerve seemed to be gaining an electrical charge from the plug inside of her. Her clit felt twice the size it normally did and she wondered if that was just a result of the sensation from the plug or if the bundle of nerves was really that swollen. Either way, she needed to feel Gavin’s hands on her to make this pent-up desire ease so she could think straight.

She left her hair up, not knowing exactly what he had planned but not wanting it to get in the way. She placed a trembling hand to her stomach, almost wishing she were back in the navy blue panties and bra. Would he find her beautiful? She took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. Twisting it, she slowly opened the door to find that dusk had fallen. Inside the bedroom were lit candles, a turned down bed, and Gavin Crest standing there with his hands in his pockets waiting for her just like he’d appeared from one of her nightly dreams. His shirt was unbuttoned and open, revealing his contoured chest as well as an abdomen that a younger man would only wish he could have.

“Come to me.”

A flurry was felt in her heart as Jessie crossed the room, trying hard not to look outside the window. Did he realize that the darker it became outside, the more likely it was to be able to see inside the bedroom? Of course he did. Jessie wasn’t sure how she felt about that, so she kept moving until she was standing directly in front of him.

“Kneel with your knees spread.”

Chapter Twenty-One

C
rest watched as the beautiful woman before him lowered her eyes and knelt without hesitation. Jessica was stunning in her nudity and he was pleased to see that she’d positioned her knees open as she was instructed. She’d been to the club enough to know the standard positions and when she linked her hands behind her, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face in gratification. He walked slowly around her, taking his time appreciating what she thought she was offering him…it would frighten her to know it wasn’t close to what he would have by the end of the night.

There was nothing like the start of a scene…technically, he and the women he normally involved himself with were always in a scene. He didn’t like being confined to the space of the bedroom or a specific time frame. He handled Jessie a little bit differently because she was special…an anomaly that he was just beginning to understand. He didn’t take that as a flawed quality. Her independence was part and parcel of this woman he admired.

Catching sight of the candlelight reflected off of the large emerald that was now firmly in her crevice, he smiled and could only imagine why she’d taken so long in the bathroom inserting the little toy. It was small in comparison to the ones he had lined up for future use. He would have her keep it inside of her the remainder of the evening until she’d had numerous releases, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of having something inside of that region.

“Very nice, Jessica,” Crest murmured as he finished walking around her. He was pleased to see that her eyes were on his, per his earlier instructions. He would give her the choice of one implement this evening and then the rest was for him to decide what she could or could not handle. “You may rise and then walk to the left of the fireplace. You’ll find some drawers there…open only the top one and choose your initial implement for this evening.”

Jessie glanced behind him before rising gracefully, although he did catch the slight wince. He smiled and pondered how she would feel in the morning. Crest would take absolute delight in seeing the light red markings that would be left by his hand. From this point on there was no need for her to wear clothes. They were here alone, with no guests arriving to interrupt their time together. The gates were locked and armed against intrusion.

Crest used the time that Jessie took to pick an instrument and removed his shirt. He had nothing on but his dress pants and that’s the way it would stay until he had her in his bed. He laid his shirt gently over the chair next to the window, watching her reflection. Her hand went to an item and then came back as if it were a snake ready to bite. There were multiple floggers and crops to choose from. The real whips were actually hanging up in his closet, but those would be used at another time. It would be interesting to see what she presented him with. A flogger would mean she was too afraid for anything more biting. A crop would mean she wanted to please him. Either one could be as soft or as hard as he wanted it. It was merely a vehicle to deliver her to the place where he would take her this evening.

While Jessie continued to deliberate over her choice, Crest stayed standing facing the window and cocked his head to the side to enjoy the view. Her petite frame had just enough curves that it enticed him. Her breasts were a firm C, while her workouts maintained a fit and svelte body. Her thighs were taut with muscle and he had no doubt that her young body could take the rigorous workout of a scene.

When Jessie chose something and then closed the drawer, Crest finally turned to see her holding a riding crop. It had strips of woven black lambskin along its length, forming a diamond pattern surrounding a highly responsive graphite shaft. The keeper may have been softer than most, but the snap of the shaft would prove little respite from the dragon’s bite of graphite. It spoke to him that she would select something most subs of her inexperience would shy away from. It showed her ability to extend past herself and want to please him. What she didn’t know was that the flexible tress only provided insulation from the end of the shaft of the cane or rod. A stiffer leather tongue would have provided better protection for her milky white cheeks. She also knew him well enough that he wasn’t the type to hold back. If it was her choice, then he’d be obliged to use it properly.

“Stand in the middle of the window, facing out toward the lake.” Crest turned and placed the crop on the chair, but not before he caught her surprised look. Her lips had parted as if she was going to say something, but she thought better of it. “Now, Jessica.”

Crest knew what was weighing heavily on Jessie’s mind, but he wasn’t going to reassure her. She trusted him to do what was right by her and when she positioned herself the way he’d asked, he was very gratified with her actions. He saw her shoulders rise as she breathed deeply, almost fortifying herself for what she thought was occurring. He wouldn’t ease her concerns or tell her that the window was now polarized. Although no one was this far out, the property his house was built on extended beyond the lake and encompassed four entire sections of land that was four square miles of fences and posted areas. Most of the property was impassable backwaters and old growth hardwood forest, all of which had been enclosed in security fencing with controlled access points that were covered by multiple sensors. He would never be lax on security. As for her body and the things he was about to do to her…that was his and his alone to enjoy.

“Spread your legs.”

“Yes, Gavin.”

Crest felt the rumble of the beast in his chest as Jessie said his name aloud. There was more gratification in his name than any title could ever provide. He knelt and tapped the inside of her ankle. When he said he wanted her legs spread, he wanted them as wide as she could make them. Jessie placed her hands on the glass in front of her, helping her maintain her balance. Fastening a fur-lined ankle cuff around her right ankle, he ensured there was room enough for his two fingers so that her circulation wasn’t compromised during the scene. He did the same with her left ankle and then he brushed a finger up the inside of her leg as he stood. She was wet for him already.

“Hold your right arm out,” Crest whispered in her ear, having melded his chest with her back. Her skin was hot, but then so was his. He felt a shiver of anticipation run through her and he couldn’t wait to see how she responded to his ministrations. He brushed his lips down her arm and shifted his body until he was able to reach for the cuff dangling from the ceiling. It was angled so that it appeared as if she were on a very, very wide St. Andrew’s cross. Now that she was balanced, that left a foot between her body and the window. “One thing that I will make very clear. There are no games here. This isn’t a club where colors rule the outcome. Pick one word that will stop this path we are on…you may use it in or out of a scene. Once it’s verbalized, there is no hedging or turning back.”

“DEFCON.”

Crest was glad he was turned away reaching for the other cuff when Jessie had replied. Damn if she didn’t keep him on his toes. The highest DEFCON level was during the Cuban Missile Crisis and that was only a two. He had no doubt that she thought if she were to say her safeword, they would personally be at a DEFCON level one. He did admire her spunk and as he finally secured her left wrist, he couldn’t wait to see how far he could push her past her natural defenses.

“DEFCON it is.” Crest walked back to the drawers where Jessie had retrieved the crop and opened the second drawer down. He always had these drawers well stocked, regardless that he’d yet to bring a woman here. It had been built for that purpose, but he’d found too much peace to share this space with anyone until Jessie. He pushed aside any doubts, for there couldn’t be any now. They were set in the direction of the straight and narrow…unless she chose to safeword out. “Have you ever experienced nipple clamps?”

Crest stared at the array of choices in front of him as he waited to hear her answer. He already knew she had, as well as the type and how long they’d been on her nipples. There wasn’t anything she’d done at Masters that he didn’t know about. She was never nude and only ever played frivolously.

“Yes,” Jessie replied rather breathlessly. It was enough that he looked over at her reflection, where her eyes were trained on him. The position alone had aroused her, along with the gorgeous emerald plug in her ass. One touch of her clit and she would no doubt explode. “Tweezer clamps, Gavin.”

“Did you enjoy them?”

Crest chose the silver ornately etched Japanese clover clamps from hearing her desire-laced tone. She was a natural submissive with that edge of naughty that instinctively got her in trouble. He would enjoy handing out the punishments when the time came because he would always use them as an excuse to push her boundaries.

“Yes, Gavin, very much.”

Crest waited until he was in front of her, the coolness of the window at his back while her heat warmed his front. Jessie’s eyes immediately connected with his and he could see her arousal rising with each passing moment. Just how far could he push her this evening?

“I want you to thank me after I place each heavy silver clover clamp on your nipple.”

Seeing no need to waste time, Gavin ran his fingers along the length of the solid silver connecting chain and pressed the scissored gleaming metal ends of the clamp so that the rubber tabbed jaws opened widely. There was no need to play with her peak as it was already swollen and begging for his touch. He positioned the round rubber coated tabs on either side of her nub and slowly released the pressure of his grasp. He looked into her eyes as he continued to let go and was mesmerized by how beautiful she was in her indecisiveness of whether she could handle what he was giving her. Her lips had parted, whether in a silent scream or to obtain more oxygen he couldn’t be sure. He waited patiently while holding the other beautifully harsh clamp in his fingers.

“T-thank you, G-gavin.”

There it was—that slight apprehension Gavin loved to see on his submissive’s face and he took a moment to appreciate it. He could see she was struggling not to say anything when he put the second heavy clover clamp up next to her other nipple. She would take what he gave for now because she didn’t want this to end. As long as she was willing to extend enough trust to him to know her peak threshold, he’d be able to take her to a place she’d never before seen—the land of discovery.

“Lovely,” Crest murmured as he slowly released his hold to allow the rubber ends to close over her other nipple. When he was done, he took a moment to study her face, which now exhibited some pain and fear. His blood rushed to his already hardened cock and he came back around her, bending enough to avoid her raised arm. “Very nice, Jessica. We shall see how you fare with a clit clamp at some point, but your breasts will do for now. I will add several bejeweled, heavy silver weighted balls to the lovely chain in between your nipples once I’ve worked you over. I think you’ll find that you’ll come to crave the pressure.”

“I-It—”

“Hurts,” Crest finished her sentence, not willing to take them off. She’d done well and she could take more. “I know. But soon you’ll turn that into pleasure and I’ll be the one to teach you how. Did you thank me properly for the second clamp, Jessieca?”

Crest was now behind her with his hands stroking her sides, but he made sure to drive his point home when he reached around her and lightly tugged on the chain. She emitted a groan that had more to do with pain than pleasure and once again appeared to want to beg him to take them off. She would learn to accept both sensations and combine them.