Not stopping there, he reached up and released the top three hooks of the corset, her full breasts popping free of the tight confines, her reddened, pinched nipples aimed right at his mouth. Wrapping his lips around one turgid peak, he dipped a finger inside her quivering pussy, swiveling a seductive dance around her engorged clit. The slow tease was at odds with his steely grip and threw her into a tailspin of escalating, explosive sensation. Nan whimpered with the assault, a torrent of pleasure building as he milked her clit with tight pinches and bit into her tender nipple. The dual stings added to the discomfort of her sore butt and she trembled, burning hot and wet with an escalating need for more, for him.
“Prove it,” Master Dan repeated, switching to torment her other nipple. “Come for me, just me, right now.” He sank his teeth into the tender bud as he plucked at her clit with tight pressure.
Finally, the pain encompassing her backside, throbbing in her nipples, morphed into a familiar sweet heat that stirred her arousal and took command of her senses as effectively as he’d taken over her body. Her pussy spasmed around his finger, a gush of cream dripping down her thighs as her hips jerked in tune with his now pummeling digits. First one, then two and now three fingers filled her sheath as he used his thumb to press harder on her clit. Writhing before him, she tossed her head back and rode his hand, relishing the burst of fiery explosions filling her vision with fireworks and embraced the encompassing ecstasy like a drowning man would a tossed life preserver.
Nan didn’t care who watched or heard her, only about achieving this goal and pleasing her Master. By the time she came shuddering down from the exalted high, she lay sprawled on Dan’s lap, gasping to catch her breath, his arms tight around her. Tears filled her eyes, and that shook her more than the orgasm. She never cried, wasn’t a sub who needed to release stress or pleasure with tears. Blinking until they dried up, she stiffened her shoulders and gazed up at him, whispering in a voice harsh with confusion and desire, “Take me to the cross, please, Master.”
Chapter 10
As pleased as Dan was with Nan’s response, he didn’t think she was ready for the cross, and what she would expect him to do to her on it. He still wondered about what happened with her lights, and the tidbits she kept tossing out about her abduction were enough to strain his control as well.
“You’re not ready for more, hon. You can’t bring up a whip beating that left scars and nightmares and expect me to use even a milder instrument,
like a flogger on you.” He slid a hand under her warm ass and squeezed one buttock. “That was just a hand spanking, and yes, I was harsher than I planned because of your response.” Which had been as embracing and wet as the last time he’d had the pleasure of her over his lap and her soft, bouncing flesh under his hand. “Don’t feel as if you need to push yourself because of one positive outcome.”
“I’m not,” she insisted, straightening and glaring down at him. “I can do this, I need to do this. If you won’t, then I’ll find someone who will.”
“Fuck that.” Dan tightened his arm around her as she struggled to rise. “You’re pushing me, and I don’t like it. You’ve never exhibited your independence with a Dom that I know of.”
Those soft lips he’d only delved past once twisted into a taunting grin. “That was then, this is now. I’m tired of waiting, wishing and wondering. Damn it, I want my life back. Maybe, if I’m successful in that, I’ll get my sanity back too.”
He saw the moment she thought she said too much. “You’re not crazy, Nan. I know you better than anyone else, except maybe your brother. Not only as a play partner here, but as a long-time friend. Even after what you’ve been through, you are the most grounded person I know, sure of what you want, and willing to go after it no matter what. Fuck, but I admire that about you.”
She narrowed those golden eyes and cocked her head. “Enough to give me what I want now?”
Stepped into that one, didn’t you, Shylock? It looked like she was going to force him to prove his point, damn it. Maybe she would surprise him again, like she just did over his lap. “Stand up.” Dan patted her soft thigh, sighing as she jumped eagerly to her feet. Her quick enthusiasm slipped a notch as he made short work of removing her corset, dropping the black leather on the seat and gripping her clammy hand. “If I put you on the cross, you know I won’t allow you to leave anything on. Like upstairs, now everyone down here will see your scars, will know you endured a horrendous ordeal.”
Ignoring her pale face, he led her to a footstool in front of a small sofa. He watched her face as he unclipped the cuffs at his waist, noting the stubborn set to her chin as he drew her hands behind her again and secured them together at the wrists. “I see you didn’t think of that.” Brushing his palm over her nipples, he asked, “Change your mind yet?”
Nan shook her head, but Dan refused to let her get away with that. With a swift drawback of his right hand, he swatted her ass hard enough to propel her against him. Clasping her upper arms, he demanded, “Answer me, Nan. You know better than to give me a non-verbal reply to a direct question.”
She didn’t turn away, but gave him a direct gaze as she replied, “No, I’m not changing my mind.” Leaning her head back with a haughty look, she added with a quiver, “Let them look.”
Dan nodded and stepped back, releasing her arms and pointing to the stool. “Kneel up. You know the position I want. Face the wall.”
There was no mistaking the flare of excitement that lit her eyes, or the tighter pucker of her nipples, but her lower lip still quivered with a noticeable touch of uncertainty before she sank her teeth into the pouty softness. Folding his arms, he didn’t offer to help her with the awkwardness of getting into position with her hands cuffed behind her. She wouldn’t expect help where he’d never given it before, not if she wanted to get back to where she’d been.
A titillating sense of satisfaction coursed through Dan as Nan settled back on her heels, her fingers brushing her ankles, her spread knees unfurling the puffy folds of her glistening labia. The damp, dark pink swath of her pussy drew his eyes and stirred his cock. He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping he wasn’t pushing himself too far. His long dry spell was biting him on the ass, and not in a good way.
“Very good.” He traced down one scar before pivoting and, spotting Leslie, crooked his finger for her to come over.
“Master Dan.” Leslie’s eyes widened as they landed on Nan’s back, but Dan placed a finger across her lips, glad to see anger over her friend’s suffering tightening her face.
“Would you ask Master Grayson for a bottled water for my sub and a beer for me, please?”
“Of course, sir. Be right back.”
Dan turned and patted Nan’s still pink buttocks as he moved in front of her. “You’re holding up well. I’m proud of you, baby.” Her tense shoulders relaxed, and a smile blossomed across her face. He held a finger up, indicating silence and then turned to see Connor and Tamara approaching with the drink order he gave Leslie.
“We offered to deliver these for Leslie,” Connor greeted him, handing over the beer.
“Thanks. I’ll take that, Tamara, thank you.” Opening the water, he held it to Nan’s lips. “Lift up enough to drink and give your shoulders and back a break.”
She accepted the drink with a grateful look, and as she finished, he leaned forward to lick the water dripping off her chin. By the time he glanced back at the other couple, both had noticed the scars and lost their amiable expressions.
“What the fucking hell?” Connor ground out in a furious whisper, his hand tight around his wife’s. Tamara’s face showed horror, her gray eyes swimming with unshed tears.
Like Leslie, Dan placed a finger over her lips, saying quietly, “New Orleans, and yes, the two of us are dealing with it.”