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She was much more compliant after the spanking. Kyle had known she would be. Sometimes you just had to show a sub who was boss and once they learned you weren’t going to back down, they were able to relax and enjoy the scene.
What surprised him more than anything was how much he was enjoying this. He’d been sure he would like it after a first glance at her picture. But there was something about this girl that took the entire experience to a whole new level for him. She was so earnest, so genuine in her protests and so utterly sincere when she finally submitted to him. It was as if none of this was a game to her—as though it was all for real instead of being a fake situation she had paid for. It had crossed his mind at first to wonder if she’d changed her mind about some of the treatment she had requested on her form but the way she responded to him soon erased that doubt.
He let her rest a little while, coming down from the orgasm and the kiss he had given her and then he bent down and lifted her in his arms once more. It was time to get on with the rest of the fantasy.
“You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know.” She had a low, musical voice that rubbed him just the right way. He knew he ought to stop on the spot and discipline her—hadn’t he specifically told her that the only words he wanted to hear out of her mouth were “Yes, Master” or her safe word? But he found he wanted to hear more of her soft, feminine tones. Did she always sound like a phone sex operator or was she just hoarse from yelling at him from behind the gag?
“Don’t you like to be carried?” he asked as he walked down the long dungeon hall leading back to the bathroom.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had much experience with it. There aren’t many guys who could do it—carry me, I mean.” She blushed, her pale skin turning pink in the most appealing way. “I’m not exactly skinny,” she added, as though she had to give a disclaimer for his benefit.
Kyle frowned. “You don’t have to apologize for not having the anatomy of a toothpick, sweetheart. After all, who wants to be with a bag of bones?”
“Are you for real?” She opened her dark eyes wide. “Where have you been living lately—in fat girl fantasyland?”
He laughed. “If there’s a land like that you can sign me up. But you’re not fat—you’ve just got some curves. Which is more than I can say for most of the popsicle sticks passing themselves as fashion models these days.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re serious? You’re not just saying that to…to play into my, uh, fantasy?”
They had reached the bathroom by now and Kyle put her down gently, standing her in front of the still-steaming tub. “Let’s get one thing straight—I don’t give false compliments. It’s true that I’m here to fulfill your fantasy, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a fantasy of mine too. I chose to be here today, the same way you did. And I chose to be here because of you.”
“But…you thought I was skinny when you saw the, uh, my picture,” she pointed out.
“Which almost made me back out of the deal,” he reminded her. “I’m glad I didn’t now.” Leaning down, he captured her soft lips with his once more. She tasted like something sweet—maybe chocolate. It made him want to devour her from the mouth down. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured into her hair after they broke the kiss. “But it’s time to stop talking. If you’re trying to stall so I won’t make you get in the bathtub you’re wasting your time. I can’t wait to see you all slick and wet and covered with bubbles.”
She blushed prettily again. “Are you getting in with me?”
The thought of getting rid of his clothes—the few he had on—and climbing into the tub with her flashed through his mind. The idea of all those soft, wet, naked curves, her vulnerable pussy opening like a flower in the hot, scented water. Opening for his fingers, his tongue, his cock…
Kyle shook his head. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I don’t know if I could trust myself not to take things too far.” He brushed his knuckles over her heated cheek and smiled down at her. “But that doesn’t mean you get to skip your bath.” He deepened his voice. “Get in the tub now and let me scrub you, baby. I think you’re a dirty girl and you need to be cleaned.”
“Yes, Master.” She said the words uncertainly, looking at him to see if her submission pleased him. Kyle gave her a slow smile and nodded to let her know it did. Then he gave her a hand into the deep marble tub filled with lavender-scented water and watched as she twisted her hair up in a loose knot at the nape of her neck.
She sank down into the heated water with a contented sigh and closed her eyes. For a moment he just studied her. Her cheeks were still flushed and the soft curves of her full breasts floated above the bubbles, her hard nipples just barely hidden by the bubbles. She was absolutely gorgeous and yet seemed not to know it. Which made her all the more appealing to Kyle. He’d been with a few beautiful women who knew they were hot and the whole prima donna act they put on got old after a while. He liked this woman’s style—her shy vulnerability, her uncertain beauty. She was fragile but there was steel hidden inside her promising that he was going to have an interesting time breaking her.
But the more extreme part of her fantasy was ahead of her. For now she needed a little break to rest and refresh herself for the night ahead. Because Kyle had already decided to keep her through the night. He wanted to sleep with her in his arms even though he knew it was coming dangerously close to breaking the rules. But as long as she didn’t say her safe word and push him away, he was going to get as close to her as he could—starting now.
Taking a creamy cake of mild goat’s milk soap from the tray of bathing implements beside the huge tub, he swished it in the water and then began to work up a lather between his large hands. His dirty girl had soaked long enough, it was time to get her clean.
“Sit up now, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear. “Time to wash you off.”
Blinking rapidly, she did as he said, sitting up so the water only reached her waist. The new position left her heavy breasts completely free and Kyle took great pleasure and palming them with his soapy hands, pinching and rubbing her nipples as he spread the foamy lather over her slippery skin.
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he told her, watching her as he tugged gently on their sensitive tips. Her nipples had wide pink areolas, much bigger than silver dollars and the nipples themselves were tight and ripe in his hands.
“Thank you, Master.” She looked away, biting her bottom lip as he twisted her nipples gently and then a little more roughly. He wanted to see how much she could take—to get a feeling for the way she’d react to the more extreme elements of her fantasy.
“How does this feel?” he asked, pinching the tender pink nubs between his thumbs and fingers a little harder. “Does it hurt…or does it feel good?”
“Both.” She looked shocked at her own answer but Kyle wasn’t surprised a bit. Anyone who would ask for what she had asked for would be in to at least a little erotic pain. But it was a good idea to test the waters first—sometimes a fantasy was better left in someone’s head.
Not in this case, however. As he increased the pressure on her nipples, she moaned and writhed until the lavender-scented water slapped against the sides of the tub but not once did her safe word leave her mouth. Still, Kyle thought it might be best to be sure she was really enjoying herself and not just holding back to please him.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he ordered roughly, releasing her nipples. “It’s time to wash your pussy.”
Moaning softly, she did as he asked, spreading her long legs under the water for his seeking hands.
Kyle ran both hands up her thighs, feeling the firm, smooth skin under the warm water and enjoying every inch of her. Her naked curves all wet and glistening with moisture were the most erotic thing he’d seen in a long time—hell, in just about forever, he admitted to himself. But he wanted to be sure she was enjoying herself as much as he was.
“Have to spread those pretty pussy
lips and make sure you’re all clean inside, baby,” he whispered, slipping two fingers into her hot cleft to open her wide. She moaned and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the hot water rushed into her sensitive core.
“No, sweetheart. Open your eyes and watch me. Look at me while I touch you,” Kyle directed her in a soft but demanding voice.
Breathing hard, almost panting, she did as he ordered, opening her big, dark eyes and looking into his as he let his fingers explore her again. Her little clit was hard under the water, the hood pulled back to reveal the pearl of her desire. God, how he longed to suck it into his mouth and torture her with his tongue. But later for that. For now he slipped two long fingers inside her again, holding her eyes with his own as he checked to be sure she was enjoying herself.
“That’s right, baby,” he breathed when he found her slippery inside just as he had hoped. “Watch me finger-fuck you. Watch me wash your sweet little pussy and make you clean all over.”
She blushed again, her roseleaf complexion stained by desire and shame at the intimacy of looking him directly in the eyes while he fingered her. But she didn’t look away, even when he reached the end of her channel and thrust, making her gasp with sudden pleasure.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Kyle murmured, lost in her beautiful eyes. “Do you like to feel my fingers deep in your sweet little cunt?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice had gone high and breathy as she writhed against the fingers that were filling her. He could tell she was caught between wanting to close her legs against his invasion and wanting to open even farther, to offer him more of herself. Again he liked her indecision, the shy uncertainty he saw mixed with desire in her eyes. It was almost as if she had never done this kind of thing before, although with a fantasy like the one she had asked for, that was hard to believe.
“I think you’re clean enough now.” Kyle withdrew his fingers slowly, watching the disappointment cross her face. Good, she was beginning to crave his touch. He wanted her completely addicted to him before the night was through. Why he wanted such a thing when the rules his brother had laid down specified that he couldn’t see her again after her kidnapping and fantasy was over, he couldn’t say. He just knew that he wanted to make a lasting impression on her, the way she was making one on him.
He drew her out of the bathtub and dried her off gently with a big fluffy towel. Actually, the bathroom setup was the nicest thing out of the entire dungeon playground in his opinion. Adam had told him that it played an even bigger part in some women’s fantasies. They wanted to be kidnapped and then pampered within an inch of their lives. The idea of his little brother spending hours shampooing hair and painting toenails was amusing but Kyle guessed it was all part of the job. He was just glad that the fantasy he was fulfilling had more to do with sex and submission and less to do with pedicures and personal grooming.
When she was still a little damp from the tub he rubbed some vanilla-and-jasmine-scented oil into her skin, making sure she would feel supple and smooth for the rest of their night together. This kind of pampering Kyle didn’t mind, especially since it meant he got to caress every inch of her beautiful body with his bare hands while she blushed and bit her lower lip, obviously caught between pleasure and embarrassment.
At last he picked her up again and carried her back to the bedroom. It was time for the more extreme part of her fantasy to begin and he was interested to know whether she would use her safe word or not. He didn’t want to hurt her, although he wasn’t above supplying a little erotic pain if she wanted it. But he was willing to push her to her limits and beyond, as any good Dom would.
He laid her down on the bed, admiring how pale she looked against the dark sheets. Her skin was positively glowing from the heated bath and luxurious oil. But when he started to tie her wrists above her head with the black silk scarves, the look of contentment ran from her face and something close to panic took its place.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, encouraging her to speak her mind. “Don’t you like being restrained?”
“I-I don’t know.” She bit her lower lip uncertainly. “Is it really necessary?”
“Necessary? No. But I highly recommend it. Unless you think you can hold still for the rest of your fantasy without being tied down. Most people can’t,” Kyle told her seriously.
Her pale face got even paler. “You’re not going to cut me or anything are you?”
He frowned. “Why would you ask me something like that? You know I’m not going to cut you—there’s nothing like that in your fantasy. And besides, there’s a no-bleeding policy clearly stated in the contract you signed in order to be kidnapped in the first place. Didn’t you read it?”
She fidgeted uneasily. “Of course I read it. It would have been really irresponsible of me not to read something so important when I was, uh, ordering my, uh, personal kidnapping.”
“Good, then you know you don’t have to worry.” Kyle smiled at her and stroked the long, dark strands of her hair away from her flushed cheeks. “So just relax and let me take you where you want to go. And remember—if at any time you want me to stop, all you have to do is say your safe word. All right?”
For some reason his reassurance didn’t seem to make her feel that much better. But finally she nodded and held up her arms for the scarves.
“No, let me hear you say it.” Kyle gave her a stern look. “I need to know you want me to do this as much as I want to do it. I need to know you’re all right with this. Are you?”
Licking her lips, she nodded. “Yes, Master,” she whispered in that low, feminine growl that he found so attractive. “I’m willing to go through whatever you want to do to me.”
Her choice of words bothered him a little—after all, this was her fantasy in the first place. She had made it up, written it out and attached it to the order form for her personal kidnapping. Maybe she had thought at the time that she wouldn’t really be taken seriously. But to Kyle, playing a scene correctly was the most serious thing in the world. She had asked certain things of him and he was determined to do them, even if it made her uncomfortable. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to do them. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable lying there tied to the enormous bed. He wanted to see her reach her limits, wanted to push her until she gave herself up to him completely. In his experience, the sweetest kind of submission was only reached after a sub was pushed to the limits and beyond. And that was exactly where he intended to take her.
“All right,” he said softly, reaching out to stroke her pink cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m going to go get the candles now.”
Chapter Five
Jillian couldn’t believe her ears. Had he actually said he was going to get some candles? Earlier she had asked herself sarcastically if she was going to have to deal with something so outlandish but she’d never actually believed it could happen. Was he really going to drip hot wax on her naked body? The thought made her cringe in fear. How much would it hurt? And how could Sabrina be so irresponsible and ridiculously kinky as to ask for something like this in the first place? If and when she got out of this she was going to give her little sister a piece of her mind.
She tugged experimentally at the black silk scarves that were holding her to the bed. They were soft but very strong—no getting out of them by yanking. Besides, if she did manage to free herself, how would she explain it to her master? Stop it, Jillian, I can’t believe you’re actually calling him that, the little voice in her head scolded. But she couldn’t seem to help herself. She didn’t know her kidnapper’s real name and besides, he was so very masterful and sure of himself the title really did seem to fit him. She shivered as she remembered the feel of his hands on her, washing her in the scented bath, soaping and rinsing her and thrusting his big fingers inside her hot pussy. Even though she had already come once, she could feel her entire body throbbing for more, ready for the next orgasm.
Well, you’re never going to get that next orgasm is you ‘fess up an
d leave, the little voice pointed out. Jillian knew it was true. When he had said he was getting candles, her real name and a confession about the case of mistaken identity that had happened was on the tip of her tongue. What had held her back, what was still holding her back, was the fact that she was becoming more and more addicted to the erotic play unfolding around her. This man, whoever he was, seemed to know exactly what to do to her to push her buttons even though she had never seen him before. He held her effortlessly in the palm of his hand and obviously knew exactly what he was doing.
More than anything, she wanted to spend more time with him, wanted to know what was going on behind those deep, gorgeous brown eyes of his. She had an idea there was probably a policy against any of the kidnappers getting to know their kidnappees personally but she didn’t care—she wanted to know her master. Wanted to know his true name, his likes and dislikes, if he had pets, where he grew up… In short, she wanted to know all about him. But if she gave the game away now, she never would.
Yes, but if you don’t give the game away, you’re going to have to go through whatever kinky and possibly painful scenario Sabrina dreamed up with no respite, the little voice reminded her. Very true—she was going to be stuck. She would have to trust this man, her master, completely to get her through whatever her ditzy little sister had thought up because she had no idea what her safe word was supposed to be. With any other man, Jillian would have been long gone. But there was something about him, her master, that made her trust him. That made her want to let him do whatever he wanted to her, to put herself in his hands and take pain or pleasure alike.
After all, who could have guessed that she would be turned-on by a spanking? And yet, the way he had handled her had made her hotter than anything she had ever felt in her life. Jillian wanted more of that feeling. It was part vulnerability and part trust—she supposed the right word for it was submission. She wanted to submit to this man even though she had never seen him before this morning. Wanted to submit completely and open herself to whatever he wanted. Just the thought of it had her shivering with fearful anticipation and feeling more alive than she had in years. Nothing she had ever experienced with Boring Barry came anywhere near the feelings she had when she was with her master.