"Trust me."
Gods how she wanted to, but he was asking too much this time. To step into the darkness, embrace the fear she had shared with him. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she sat perched on the edge of the bed. She felt that familiar clenching deep inside her a response to the glow within his gaze, the hint of delights to come should she be able to trust him, trust him more than she had ever dared.
Soft candles lit the bedroom, the familiar padded leather cuffs in place, a covered tray by the side of the bed. Everything laid out just as she had known it would be before he'd led her into the room. So many sources of pain, pleasure, submission and control existed within this room. Some she had tasted, others she had held back from but now he wanted more than she had ever given him before.
"I want to but..."
"You're afraid to, I know. Fear can be a delicious treat, if entrusted with the right hands. We've been together long enough to know that I won't hurt you, I won't push you further than you're ready to go." He reached out, tracing a line across her cheek, brushing over her chin down to the slender silver choker she wore in place of a collar. "I know you Love; know if you don't do this you'll always wonder what it might have been like."
For a moment she leaned into his touch, shivering at his words, the images her mind was all too ready to create for her. Darkness, light, danger, sensuality. He could offer it all to her if she just trusted him that far. Soft voice, dark eyes, he had the ability to lull her into a sense of calm most nights. Not this time. This time her stomach knotted, thighs clenched tight as she sat on the edge of the bed, fear that tore her apart, but left her sex rippling deep within her body.
How could she fear this and need it at the same time?
"You submitted to me."
"That's unfair." She growled, snatching back from his hand. "I never thought you'd want to do this."
"Now you're lying to yourself. You wouldn't have put it on the play sheet if you didn't have an interest in it, if you didn't want me to push just a little, to test those boundaries within you." His gaze hardened, that look that left her wanting to slip to the floor, move to her belly and press her lips against his feet as she begged for forgiveness. How did he do this to her? "You want this, my slut; all you have to do is admit it to yourself. Until you do I won't push you. It can wait until you're ready."
Damnit, he knew her better than she knew herself.
He'd wait, she understood that. If she said no, that she really wasn't ready he'd hold off, watching for whatever invisible signs he was able to read in her that would have him prepare the tray again.
"We... I mean we wouldn't jump right into it, would we?"
"No, of course not, my pet. We take small steps, a build up, then waiting until I see the glaze, that soft wondrous glaze in your eyes before we push it that far." His gaze had eased, loosing the tight harsh edge to it. Out of all of the Dominants she had come to know over the years he alone seemed able to read her moods. Perhaps it helped that she was nude most of the time they were together like this. Naked but for the silver choker. Gods, how hard that had been to get used to. Shy, she'd been so shy back then, blushing every time she stripped off, now she could sit on the edge of the bed without a stitch on and not feel strange about it. Well, most of the time at least. "Give the word my girl and we'll either begin or put the tray away."
She glanced back towards the covered tray, half wanting to know what lay hidden beneath the cloth, afraid of what she would see. "I want to do this, Master."
He nodded, tangling his fingers into her hair, tugging her close as she fought to still the soft shake threatening to take control of her body. She trusted him, she knew that, but her own reactions, the fears gaining life in the pit of her being, those she didn't trust. She couldn't be sure what she would do, endure, or baulk at the first touch.
Silently he drew her across his lap, fingers brushing over the taut bare skin of her ass. "A gentle start to ease you into the darkness."
She tensed, letting out a soft whimper with the first crack against her upturned ass. Pain, heat, just the warning of more to come washed over her buttocks, caressing a path between her thighs with the promise of impending pleasure. Nipples tightened with that first light, delightful touch of control, fear eased, need arose, her ass raising towards his hand before she realized what she was doing. Her body knew this part, knew and needed it.
"Ah, eager little pet, little pain slut." He murmured, two swift sharp cracks resounded, leaving her squirming over his lap. "You've grown to love this over the past year, these moments of pain, of humiliation across my lap hmmm?" His hand rested on her bare ass, free hand still tangled in her hair. "A little more I think."
She wanted to cry yes, please, more my Master but her throat tightened, ass raised towards his touch in the only answer she trusted herself to give.
"Yes, more indeed." His fingers eased between her thighs, parting them wider, swift smacks slapped from side to side against the tender skin of her inner thighs. Cool air wafted upwards to brush her lower lips, a soft caress in time to the sharp pain that sent a tight rock through her hips. "You could surprise us all in a year or so my one." His voice enfolded her like a warm blanket.
"Please." She squirmed on his lap, fighting to hold her thighs apart. So little and she was ready for more. Needing that push into the darkness that he had promised this night.
"What my pet?" His fingers brushed for a moment against her lips, little more than the kiss of a butterfly's wings. "Ah, such heat, need, I can taste you on the air."
Heat claimed her cheeks, rushing down across her breasts and back as one.
"And still a hint of the shy one I collared. You'll never lose all of that, nor will you understand how much I desire that side of you." A low growl of a voice, the struggle for control in himself clear as she pressed against the growing outline of his cock. He wanted her, wanted to toss her onto the bed, forget the promise play and take her there, then, just thrust within her clenching depths and enjoy the moment. But he wouldn't, with a shudder his control was back in place, fingers tightly curled into her hair.
One, two, three, four swift cracks resounded between her thighs, pulling a soft cry of pain and delight from parted lips. She could feel it, that knot of desire within her core, a slick heat that rose to answer the blows she craved. Sick, others might say she was sick for needing this but she didn't care.
His hand pulled away, leaving her tense, trembling as she waited for the next strike, that next touch of pain that would leave her whimpering across his lap.
Silence. Neither a touch, nor word. Just silence as she caught her breath, squirming against the outline of his hard, throbbing cock. He needed her; she could feel it, sense it in each deep breath he took. Control of himself, of her body, that shudder in between breaths when she wriggled a little more on his lap. Would he lose control, throw her onto the bed, or roll her on to her hands and knees, forcing her thighs apart with a wild cry as he drove his cock deep into her needful cunt?
Gods please.
"On to the bed my slut." A guttural sound ruled his voice. "On your back, arms and ankles apart. You know the position."
"Master, please." She whimpered, slipping from his lap as she crawled onto the bed. "I want you, need you."
"I know." His words were wrapped in a soft, low chuckle. "Soon my slut, very soon."
Not soon enough.
She moved onto her back, slipping her hands and ankles against the awaiting restraints. In a moment she was secure, the firm, padded leather cuffs locked about her limbs, restraints tightened, a pillow beneath her ass lifting her sex up for his pleasure. He loved this, loved to look on her spread body helpless for his touch. He wasn't done, a soft band of cloth secured over her eyes, stealing her sight.
Her skin tingled, ass and inner thighs warm from the brief spanking he had graced her with. She squirmed on the bed, barely able to move with the bounds that held her tight against the soft sheets. She could hear him, sense where he moved in the room, but even if she tried to see him the blindfold would prevent that.
Fingertips slapped against one firm breast, a gasp for air followed by a second slap until each breasts quivered against her chest. More shock, pain as she lay against the bed, hands clenching in time to the soft ripples within her cunt. His fingers closed on her nipples, pulling them, tugging hard, forcing them into sharp points.
"Delicious little morsel." He leaned close, lips brushing against one nipple, tongue slipping out to circle about the hard and throbbing nub. "It would be so easy just to feast on you now. A bite here." His teeth sank into her breast, lips surrounding the trapped nipple. Sharp, burning bright pain. A moment that left her shuddering, thighs clenching with the need to close about his hips before he spoke again. "A nip there." A light nip pulled a gasp from her already parted lips, a new mark blossoming on her shoulder. "Or I could lick every soft drop of seduction that now glistens on your skin." He licked slowly over her lips, teasing her with the hint of a kiss that never came.
"Tease," she whimpered, trying to press into his touch.
"It's a part of the job of being your Master. Teasing you, letting you know that the pleasure, the pain, the delight, will all only come when I wish it to and not before. You're my pet, my toy, my slut. Anything I desire to try will be a part of this night." His breath eased over her lips, caressing her throat, a soft scrape of teeth against delicate skin. "Such a pretty little thing."
Little, she'd never been little. He didn't care, he didn't see her with the same eyes that others did. "Yours, Master. Always yours." Gods she ached, needed more than the light, teasing touches he tormented her body with now.
"Mine." He pinched one ripe nipple, twisting it until she cried out in delight. "So much to show you tonight. Trust me?"
"Always," she whimpered, his nails still dug into her nipple.
He shifted, moving away from the bed if only for a moment, then he was back, the bed rippling under his weight as he sat on the edge of it. With one finger he traced down from her collar, over her breasts, avoiding the pulsating need in her nipples. Nothing more than a soft, light touch across her skin. "You look so beautiful there."
She didn't have the words, just a knot, the weight of emotion that caught in the back of her throat and wouldn't let go. His touch moved down between her breasts, over her stomach, down between her spread thighs, cupping against warm, moist skin. She groaned, pressing down against his hand, wanting more than a passing touch now, needing so much more than she had the right to demand from him.
"Patience," his hand pulled away, leaving her craving.
Patience, she knew the word, hated it, needed the strength from him that pushed her to wait even when she didn't want to, when it was the last thing on her mind. Her heart raced, beating against her rib cage loud enough that she could have sworn he could hear it himself. Her thighs clenched, hips half lifting from the bed, aching for his touch yet he'd said wait, be patient and she knew disobedience would only bring punishment. Instead all she could do was hope he would take pity on her soon.
A low moan tore from her being, hands clenching tight, pulling on the bounds as it touched between her breasts. Cold, hard, unyielding. Her mind screamed in fear and need. A blade, he was taking her to that edge, had heard her mental need for it, even though she had not dared to give it full verbal life. Now she shook, fearful of the slip, the mistake that would part her skin beneath the edge of the steel, leaving her crying as blood trickled across her skin.
Heat rippled between her thighs, an invisible hand that brushed at her exposed sex, cupping with the touch of steel across her body. Silently he traced the blade over the curve of her breast, her core tightening with each new touch of danger.
How could he do this to her?
She wanted to scream, deny him, instead a low cry of need stole her voice, her hips jolted, pressing towards him. He could cut her, ruin her body yet she craved more, arching to him with each new breath.
"Danger, the ultimate delight." He whispered in her ear. "Can you feel it, the rush of blood through your veins? Your need growing beyond control? You want to taste it, the heat, fear, need, danger, knowing your life is in my hands. You know I won't hurt you yet a part of you craves it."
Her core pulsed, slick, heated, desire heavy in the air.
The point pressed against her nipple, dimpling the skin, a threat of parting the layers that lingered for long heartbeats.
"Just a little nick, a tiny cut, my initials perhaps?" The blade slid down between her breasts, over her stomach, moving lower with each moment. His voice little more than a low purr, seductive, lulling her further into the warmth that pulsed within her body. "Inner thigh? No it would bleed too much. Over your mound? It would take such a short time. Ah, but you're not ready for it are you?"
Would he cut her, mark her as his property for the rest of her life? No, no he couldn't, wouldn't. So why did a part of her desire that?
"GODS!" Cold, unyielding, it slid between her lower lips brushing across sensitive skin. Hips jolted, rocking deep, thighs tensing as they fought to close on his hand, the blade, his touch, anything. "Master!"
No more, she couldn't take anymore.
Tap. The flat of the blade snapped lightly against her clit.
No. Oh please not that, not made to cum by steel alone.
Quick, light, cold steel tapped rapidly against the exposed bud of her clit, a demanding pace, giving her no time to fight. Wrong, this was wrong.
Her body didn't believe her mind. It wanted more, needed, rocked to meet the snap, the moment of pain and pleasure mixing. Shame, heat, wanton energy built in her core, grasping deep within, sending her higher, lips parting in deep gulps for air, whimpers of denial, cries for more.
More.
Please more.
"Ready, yes so very ready for this aren't you?"
Yes, she wanted to scream yes, but all that escaped was the soft gulp, a pleading whimper as she surrendered into his control.
"Cum for me."
She arched, bonds taut, hips lifted from the cushion, delight soaking into the fabric beneath her body. Reason fled, waves of pain, warmth, pleasure that pushed her to the edge of sanity. Colors and noise blended into a cascade of sensation. No words, nothing but his command, her body and his steel...
Originally published December 2005 - "Naughty or Nice"