Chapter 18

Jenna didn't think she'd object to much of anything with him. Something at her core told her this was a man she could trust, a Dom whose hands she could put herself in. When she didn't say anything he began to wind the rope around her, creating one of the intricate patterns of Shibari.

"Have any of your other Masters introduced you to Shibari?" he asked.

She nodded, her body heating as she remembered the performance with Master Lex. "Yes, Master." She was stunned at how easily the honorific fell from her lips.

"And does it give you pleasure?"

"Yes." She wet her lips. "A great deal."

He looked at her, meeting her gaze, his own heating as he read the desire in her eyes. "I knew we were meant to be together. And I promise you I will never ever abuse the gift of your submission."

"Thank you. Sir."

He stroked her cheek. "But I think you need to be punished for thinking so badly of me. Don't you?"

At his words hunger gripped her like a ferocious beast, every erogenous zone thudding in response.

"Well?" he prompted.

"Yes," she breathed. "You most definitely should punish me."

He stretched out a length of the rope, trailed it across her beasts and down across the cheeks of her ass. Suddenly he pulled the rope taut between his hands and began the process of weaving a complicated pattern. She stood there, head bowed, as he bound her arms together behind her back, hands pointing straight down, shoulders back so her beasts were thrust forward.

"I think we need a few additions here." He opened the drawer of the chest where he kept many of his toys and removed two plastic clothespins. Very carefully he tugged and pinched each nipple until it beaded and swelled. When he was satisfied with their readiness he clamped one clothespin on each, then took a moment to nip each tip gently.

Hot pain sizzle through her, pain that was so arousing she could feel her cream seeping out to coat her thighs.

Dylan reached down to run his fingers between the lips of her pussy, smiling with satisfaction when he brought them to his mouth and they were dripping wet.

"You know," he said, as he continued wrapping the rope around her, "pain is considered the greatest aphrodisiac. Do you believe that?"

"Y-Yes. Yes, Master. I do."

His mouth curved in that wolfish smile again. "Then I'll do my best to give you all you can handle."

He continued to move around her, weaving the rope, caressing her skin as he covered each area of her body. The pain in her nipples had reach the point where her body craved it.

Dylan pulled the length of rope up between her thighs, taking the time to draw it through the crevice of her buttocks, making sure that there was just enough friction so that the slightest movement on her part cause it to rub against her sensitive anus.

When he was finished he stood back and survey his handiwork, tugging on a loop here and a knot there. Although her arms were bound behind her in an uncomfortable position he had left her legs free, covered with the pattern he chose from hip to ankle, so she had movement of those limbs.

Nodding his head, he reached above her and pulled down a hook showing it to her.

"You will need to be stabilized in one position for this, girl. Are you ready?"

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

He looped the ropes binding her wrists over the hook and raised it just a bit, so she was off balance, her upper body thrust forward but her lower body bent at the waist. Her legs spread apart, she balanced as best she could on the balls of her feet.

Dylan walked around in front of her again, studying her from every angle, before cupping her jaw.

"Last chance, girl[k15]. Do I go on? If I do, that means you accept me and this relationship and all that it means. The choice is yours, but once it's made, there's no going back. Can you trust me enough to take this step?"

Could she? Suddenly, despite the arousal gripping her, a sense of peace and belonging stole over her. She felt as if, somehow, in all of this, she'd found her place in life. Drawing a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she dropped to her knees, awkwardly because of her bindings, and bowed her head.

"Are you ready for your punishment, girl?"

"Yes, Master. I am." And she truly was. She wanted it, needed it, even craved it. From him, from this man alone.

"Very good."

She watched him walk over to the chest again and take out a short crop.

"I think ten strokes this first time will be enough," he said in a conversational tone. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, every nerve in her body firing as she readied for the pain.

"Very well. I like my subs to count for me, so let's begin."

"One," she said, and jerked when the hard leather bit into her buttocks.

"Excellent," he crooned, smoothing one hand over her abused skin. "Nice and red. Count."

"Two. Three."

She had a hard time concentrating after a while, her lower body aflame, her cunt throbbing with the need for her release, the clothespin pinching her nipples and adding to the pain.

He paused at the count of five and asked, "Shall I stop?"

"Go on," she whispered, the level of need so strong now she was actually shaking. Every stroke of his fingers, every knot and loop that bound and controlled her, was so erotic she was afraid she'd come just standing there, without his permission. This had never happened to her so quickly or intensely, not even in that last session with Master Lex.

Little by little she felt herself slipping into subspace, her entire being focused on the pressure of the rope and its knots and the cadence of the blows. She embraced the sensations, the desire, the need and hunger.

"Remember," he kept saying, "I have control, but you have the power. I want you on my terms, but I will never destroy you. That's my promise to you."

By the time she reached ten she was already falling deep into subspace, embracing the sharp cut of the crop.

"Good. Very good."

Dylan tossed the crop aside and stroked her pussy, rubbing her clit and tracing her pussy lips from top to bottom. When he finally slid two fingers inside her she had all she could do to keep from coming.

"Can't wait?" he teased, but there was something deep and hungry in his eyes.

"I-I want to please my Master," she stammered.

"And he wants to please you. Don't you ever forget it." He removed the rope from the hook and eased her off the balls of her feet.

Jenna was so aroused by now, so consumed by sensation, she had to bite her tongue to keep from asking him if she could just drop to her knees and give herself over to him. Not yet, not yet, not yet. Instead she lifted her eyes to his, wanting him to see the expression on her face when she spoke.

"I am yours, Master. Totally and completely."

"And I am yours." He held her head between his hands as he brought his lips down to hers in a kiss that sizzled through her entire body. His tongue swept into her mouth, gliding everywhere, sucking hard on her tongue. It was a kiss of possession as much as anything else. And she had no fear of being possessed by this man.

With a growl, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. He freed her arms but left the pattern of the ropes on her body.

"Later I'm going to take my time," he told her as he stripped off his clothes. "But I feel as if I've waited for this forever, and I can't wait any longer."

He took a moment to sheath himself with a condom and to slide two fingers into her waiting pussy, smiling when he discovered how slick and wet she was. Then he was on the bed with her, bending her legs back to open her wide for him. One last pause then he drove into her with a hard, firm stroke.

Jenna was so ready for him. The moment he entered her she wound her legs around his hips and tightened his body against hers. The orgasm slammed into her at once, powerful and draining. She felt the strain in his body as he held himself still, letting her ride out her release. She clamped down around his cock with her inner muscles, grasping and squeezing.

She had barely finished before he pulled back and drove into her again, and again, and again. Everything fell away except the two of them and their bodies, and the scorching heat between them. She had no fear of him, of a relationship with him, of what she would become. The orgasm burst through them with shocking suddenness, a cataclysmic explosion that shook them both. She didn't know whose cries were louder, his or hers, only that she never wanted it to stop.

But, finally, the intense spasms subsided to mild tremors and finally to tiny aftershocks. They were both panting, both sweaty, hearts pounding furiously. But both of them were smiling.

Dylan smiled down at her and brushed a kiss over her lips.

"Mine," he told her.

She smiled. "Yours, Master."

And indeed, she was.

End of Part One