“Light pain only, I’m good with any bondage and the standard color codes for safewords,” she rambled off, as if she wanted to hurry this along. He had news for her; he wasn’t the hurry sort.
Yanking her up against him, the rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, her startled gasp changing to a sigh as he covered her mouth with his. Kurt meant to go slow, to savor those soft lips and her quivering body aligned with his. But she parted her mouth without urging, accepted the thrust and exploration of his tongue with welcoming enthusiasm and shivered with a low, vibrating moan when he nipped her plump, lower lip. Crushing his mouth on hers, he filled his hands with her malleable buttocks and brought her pelvis tight against his, her soft pubis a nice cushion for his hard cock. By the time he pulled back, he was more than ready to move this along.
“Come on.” Grasping her hand, he led her toward the chain stations along the back wall. Halfway across the spacious loft, he paused at the wooden A-frame and turned to ask if she’d ever tried the newest addition to the bondage equipment. Instead, he caught her gazing at Grayson’s tender expression as he released Avery from the St. Andrew’s cross, the fleeting look of longing crossing her face sending a shock wave of instant recognition through Kurt. There was no mistaking that expression, or where he’d seen it before.
What were the odds of the same Leslie he’d rescued from a mugging and then ended up in her bed being a submissive member of The Barn? Maybe not such a longshot as he recalled her willing compliance to his commands that night and that this was the closest club to Billings. Since he assumed she recognized him, he wondered what game she was playing and refused to let her get away with keeping her true identity from him. After that night, she should know she could trust him, and it didn’t sit well that she didn’t.
With a determined yank on her hand, he strolled over to the nearest dangling chain. “Know why I like this option best?” he asked, flicking the cuffs attached to the end of the metal links.
“No, why?” She bit her lip as he removed the fancy gold belt around her waist, tossing it on a bench against the wall.
“It gives me unfettered access to your whole body.” With his eyes on hers, gauging her every reaction, Kurt tugged the ties at her shoulders and the white garment dropped to her feet. “Very pretty.” He brushed his knuckles over her turgid nipples, enjoying the way they puckered tighter, proving his memory was spot on from their previous night together. Running the tips of his fingers down her abdomen to hook into the skinny straps of her thong, he asked, “On or off?”
She clutched his upper arms, her nails digging into his skin as she said, “I’m good with taking it off.”
That answered one question, Kurt mused as he slid the satin scrap of material down her long smooth legs. Alcohol wasn’t responsible for her boldness and uninhibitedness with him the last time he got her naked. It appeared that enticing trait came naturally to her. Bending to scoop up the dress and thong put his face right in front of her puffy, denuded folds, the dampness coating her slit a hard-to-resist temptation that drew him forward. One slow lick up her seam was enough to remember the taste of her, one lap over her smooth labia enough to reacquaint himself with the shape and softness of her flesh. Her hands clutched on his shoulders, where she kept them as he straightened and flung her clothes on top of the belt. He left the fancy headdress and arm bands on, liking the naked pagan goddess look of her as he gripped her wrists and attached the cuffs.
“I like how agreeable you are, how you don’t shy away from what you’re comfortable with. You remind me of someone else I met not long ago.” It was difficult not to smile as her hands jerked in his before he pulled the chain up, enjoying toying with her.
“I’d rather you think of me instead of someone else right now,” she returned tartly. “Sir.”
“Well, I admit it’s not becoming to mention someone else but rest assured, sweetheart, you have my full attention and my thoughts are of no one else but you. I need to get a few things from the prop cabinet.”
Kurt could feel her eyes on him as he retrieved a spreader bar from the items available for everyone to use. He started to shut the cabinet door when he spotted the spiked five-wheel pinwheel and remembering her responses to his butt slaps and nipple pinches, he decided to add something extra to his hands and mouth this time around.
She gave the pinwheel a wary look when he returned. “Uh, I’m not sure…”
“Give me a color,” he snapped, refusing to let her slide on that issue.
Jerking from his hard tone, Leslie stuttered, “Oh, um, yellow.”
Tucking the pinwheel handle into his back pocket, he nudged her feet apart with one booted foot. “What are you unsure about? This?” Kurt held up the bar and she frowned in annoyance. He shouldn’t find that look amusing, but given the circumstances, he did.
“No. I’ve used those before,” she huffed. “But not that spiky thing.”
“Then save yellow for when that comes into play, or anything else you’re not sure of.” Squatting down, he cuffed her ankles to the bar then trailed his palms up the inside of her legs as he rose. Stopping at her upper thighs, he dug his fingers into the muscles and dipped his thumbs between her labia. Warm, slick wetness coated the pads of his thumbs as her hips jutted forward.
“Tell me, just so I’m clear,” he murmured, running his lips up the side of her neck as he inched further inside her pussy, “you said anything except harsh pain, correct?”
“Yes, yes… please,” she gasped, thrusting her pelvis into his hands again.
“So, sex with a virtual stranger isn’t a problem?” he taunted, circling her clit with one thumb while stroking the soft tissues lining her inner muscles with the other. He almost chuckled as she jerked with a harsh, indrawn breath. Was she wondering if he suspected her true identity, or just remembering the last time he had her naked and writhing?
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Leslie speculated about pleading a case of lust induced insanity to rationalize why she’d accepted Master Kurt’s invitation without telling him who she was. Did that last question mean he recognized her, or was it just a teasing innuendo, like it sounded? Either way, she needed to decide fast – say red or answer him. As he pulled his hands away from her, the loss of his touch left her desperate for more, settling the decision.
“This is a safe club, and you wouldn’t be a Master here if I couldn’t trust you.”
“That is true, so how about we get to know each other better by testing your boundaries? Close your eyes and keep them shut.”
Leslie noticed Master Grayson taking over as monitor as Master Kurt reached into his back pocket for the spiked pinwheel that had sent a ripple of unease crawling under her skin upon first seeing it. Obeying his order, she lowered her lids and found a measure of comfort in shutting off her vision. She enjoyed the heat and discomfort from a spanking and the sting from the snap of a flogger, but had never experienced the sharp, needle-like pricks from one of the medical instruments some liked to play with. Holding her breath, she braced for that deeper pain but he surprised her by lightly rolling the pointed wheel down the ticklish underside of her raised right arm. Instead of pressing the sharp spikes into her skin, the slow glide scraped just enough to titillate and arouse an ache for more.
“Not so bad, is it?” he asked, his breath warm against her neck as he switched to her other arm.
“No, at least not yet.” He was a Dom, so, while she trusted him with her safety, she wasn’t foolish enough to think those light caresses were all he had in mind for her. His amused voice confirmed her suspicions.
“Smart girl, at least in some areas.” Cupping her breast with his free hand, he brushed a thumb across her nipple.
Leslie could sense his black eyes on her as Master Kurt scraped the pinwheel over the fleshy underside of her other breast next, applying more pressure as his nail scratched across he