Chapter Five

 

Ethan spent a long time showering and preparing his body. For three days he’d checked his cell phone like an addict, waiting for the call from the 1-800 number. He hadn’t been able to get Dani Maguire out of his mind. Oh, he knew he wasn’t supposed to know her last name. Not yet. But he’d wheedled it out of G and promised absolute secrecy. He just wished he knew more about her.

From the moment she’d walked into the club he was drawn to her. He couldn’t recall any other woman ever affecting him that way, and he’d had the privilege of being with a number of outstanding Mistresses. But she tugged at something inside him, something he always kept locked away and protected, his armor against the world. He’d seen too many situations deteriorate to put himself through that kind of emotional misery.

But Dani had chipped away a little piece of his heart. If he was smart, he’d never have agreed to another session with her. But then it seemed he was leaving all his smarts at work.

He scrubbed every inch of his body, then washed his hair. Using a razor very carefully, he trimmed away the minute growth of hair on his scrotum and his groin. He’d tried to fit in a waxing session but his regular attendant was booked and he really didn’t want to try anyone else. He figured he’d just do his own barbering the way he used to before he’d dived into the lifestyle head first.

He hadn’t been able to get the picture of her out of his head. It was damn inconvenient too, since he found himself drifting into a daydream in the middle of work. And in his line of work he couldn’t afford to be distracted. Sometimes he smiled to himself, knowing how shocked his partners and associates would be if they knew the truth about him. In his public persona he was the epitome of the alpha male. Control was essential. Perhaps that was why the role of sexual submissive was both a release and a relief for him.

G had been his first Mistress and she’d trained him well. A friend who was a Dom had invited him on a visit to Unfettered one night and he’d been stunned at what he’d seen. Standing at the bar, sipping on a drink, he’d seen so many variations of the lifestyle it made his head swim. And unlocked something inside him. G had recognized it immediately, although it had taken several visits for her to coax it out of him and break down his barriers. Now he looked forward to it, an environment where he didn’t have to be the one calling the shots. Controlling the situation.

Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to live this way permanently. To find someone he could make that kind of commitment with. But then all the negatives would pop into his head and chase it away.

Still, Dani was the first woman ever to make him even consider rethinking that decision. He’d have to be very, very careful here.

Mistress Dani had left a request regarding his attire so tonight he chose a pair of tightly fitted navy leather pants and a light blue silk shirt. No underwear. On his wrist he wore the Unfettered temporary bracelet—a male version of a collar—that would indicate to others he was taken. At least for the moment. He swept his keys and wallet from the dresser, checked himself once more in the mirror and headed for the door, an unfamiliar sense of anticipation rising quickly within him.

* * * * *

“How did your first session as a Mistress go?” Alan asked. “Did you enjoy it?”

Dani was surprised when he called her, although they had become friends even more than lovers at the end. She knew he still cared for her.

“It was…exhilarating,” she told him, turning off the tub faucets. She was just about to step into her bath. “I never realized…”

“The power of power?” he finished for her, and chuckled. “Have you scheduled another session?”

“Tonight, as a matter of fact.”

“Then I’ll let you get ready.” He paused. “Dani, I hope we can continue our friendship. I truly respect you as a person, and I want you to know I’m always here for you.”

“I’d like that too,” she told him.

“I hope that while we were together you absorbed enough from me to help you,” he said. “I really think you’ll make a great Mistress.” She could almost see him smiling. “I always sensed that need for control simmering just beneath the surface, Dani. You made a wise choice to change roles and follow your true nature.”

“Thank you, Alan. That means a lot to me. And yes, you provided excellent guidelines of how a sub should be treated. I’ll always be grateful to you for that.”

“Have fun tonight. I’ll call you soon.”

She took her time in the bath, washing meticulously and relaxing in the fragrant steam that rose from the water. When she finally stepped out onto the bathmat she felt loose and relaxed but as she went about the process of dressing, she was gripped by a bad case of nerves. She hadn’t been able to get Ethan Corelli out of her mind since she’d left Unfettered. At night when she was on the edge of sleep the image of his strong masculine face and his magnificent naked body would dance tantalizingly before her eyes and moisture would soak her pussy.

Standing in front of her open closet, she studied the dresses hanging there, finally selecting a very short white dress that closed only with a bow at the side. Alan had given it to her and often ordered her to wear it. It allowed him to use his fingers on her when they were out in public without calling attention to what he was doing. Tonight she wore it for a different reason. She deliberately left off her lingerie too. She’d been fantasizing for two days about Ethan’s mouth on her, bringing her to completion with only his lips and his tongue.

Shivering with excitement, she slipped her arms into her coat, picked up her purse and entered the garage. She couldn’t wait for tonight’s session to begin.

* * * * *

“Good evening, Mistress Dani.”

Hayden’s bald head gleamed in the reflected light of the foyer chandelier.

“Hello, Hayden. I believe I’m on the schedule for tonight.”

“You certainly are.” He consulted his book, then plucked a key card from the table next to him and handed it to her. “G has reserved the Blue Room for you again. Your sub is waiting for you in the lounge.” He grinned. “Enjoy yourself.”

“Oh I intend to.”

She trembled as she made her way to the bar, with nerves as much as excitement.

Ethan was standing by the bar, chatting with another man. She noticed two things immediately. He was wearing the temporary Unfettered bracelet that identified him as taken for the evening, and he had on the tightest pair of leather pants she’d ever seen. He’d taken her orders to heart and a tiny thrill sparked inside her. He spotted her instantly and, excusing himself, headed directly toward her. As he moved she could clearly see the flex of every muscle beneath the leather of his slacks and the obvious outline of his thick cock. Her mouth went dry but moisture flooded her pussy.

When he was barely a foot away he stopped and dipped his head slightly.

“Good evening, Mistress.”

“Good evening, Ethan.” She suppressed a grin. “I must say, those pants are outstanding on you. Please turn around so I can get the full effect.”

He turned slowly, giving her full view of the way the tight pants cupped his ass and delineated the crevice there. Dani was suddenly hit with an image of Ethan with the dildo penetrating him and the juice of her arousal trickled down her thigh. She reached out and stroked the cheeks of his butt through the fabric. Oh yes. This man had a fine, fine ass. She could think of many ways to use it.

“I am pleased,” she said, stepping back from Ethan.

She caught the barely concealed mischief gleaming in his eyes. “I’m happy that my Mistress approves. May I get you something from the bar?”

Did she want a drink? No, not tonight. She didn’t want even the tiniest bit of alcohol to dull her senses.

“Thank you, but no. I’d like to go directly to our room.”

“As you wish, of course.” He handed his glass to a passing attendant and waited for Dani to precede him.

Her hand shook slightly as she swiped the key card in the slot and opened the blue painted door. The scent of ocean breeze in the air greeted her as soon as she stepped inside. She’d requested candles with that scent and was pleased to see they’d been lit ahead of time. The rest of the room had been prepared for her also. All the lights except for the spotlight were dimmed to enhance the candle flames, and the same soft jazz drifted in from the speakers.

“Please stand under the light, Ethan,” she directed him.

Obediently he stood where she indicated, the light catching the gold of his hair.

Dani put her purse on a chair in the corner and tossed her light coat over the arm. Ethan had remained standing near the door, waiting for her commands. When she turned and he saw what she was wearing his eyes widened.

“Do you approve of this dress?” she asked.

“It’s not for me to approve or disapprove,” he answered evenly.

“I asked you a question,” she snapped, then inhaled slowly. “Ethan. When I ask you a question I expect you to answer. There is no right or wrong way. You will not be punished for your answer, only for not giving one. I should give you ten strokes for this but perhaps I hadn’t made the rules clear. Do you understand now?”

A muscle jumped in his cheek. “Yes, Mistress. Very clearly. I just don’t want to do anything to displease you.”

Dani wondered if the sudden darkening of his cheeks was an indication that he was happy to escape the punishment or disappointed that she wouldn’t be administering it. Probably the latter, since she recalled it was an activity that he enjoyed.

“Then answer my question.”

“I find you breathtaking in that dress, Mistress. I enjoy seeing you in it. It arouses me.” His eyes burned into her. “I would enjoy even more removing it.”

Dani laughed. “Perhaps if you’re very good you’ll get the chance.” She pulled back the drape of the skirt to bare herself to him. “I had my pussy waxed this week. Does that appeal to you? Would you rather I’d left some hair?”

She watched as his eyes drifted lower to her mound and his cock pulsed visibly behind the restraint of his fly.

“I like it just as it is.” His voice held the rough edge of passion. “You have a beautiful pussy, Mistress, and it would be a shame to hide it behind anything.”

“What would you like to do with it if I offered you your choice?” Her senses were being so stimulated by their conversation she was having trouble keeping herself together.

“If my Mistress would permit me, I would lap every inch of it with my tongue, suck her clit with my lips and thrust my tongue inside her to taste her juices, which I’m sure are better than even the finest aged brandy.” As if to illustrate he very slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip.

Dani was wet, her cunt throbbing, the inner muscles quivering at the thought of that tongue inside her.

“Perhaps we’ll get to that. But first I want to undress you. Taste you. Feel you with my hands.”

“As my Mistress wishes.”

When she placed her hands flat against his chest she felt fine tremors racing beneath his hot skin. So. He was just as affected as she was. As a young sub she’d been taught that language could be as stimulating as actions, and could also be an indication of a connection between people that went beyond the sexual. If you could seduce someone with your voice, or be seduced by them, it took the relationship to a whole new level. She’d never really found it to any extent with her Masters, but with Ethan it seemed to be there right from the beginning.

She wanted to do so many, many things with this man. Bend him to her will in so many ways. But only if it gave him as much pleasure as she received. And somehow with him she believed that was possible.

Very slowly she opened his shirt, one button at a time, easing the tails out of his trousers and sliding the smooth fabric down his arms until she could toss the garment to the corner. When she ran her hands over his chest, beneath the soft curls of blond hair and the hard wall of muscle she felt the hard beat of his heart. Oh yes. He was definitely affected.

Brushing her hands lightly over his skin, she found his nipples and pinched them lightly. His breathing barely increased but his skin grew even warmer. Impulsively she closed her lips over one nipple and sucked. Hard. And was rewarded by a hissing intake of breath. She licked the little bud, relishing the hitch in his breathing, and turned her attention to the other one.

When he raised his hands to hold her head she lifted her mouth. “Keep your hands at your sides, sub. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, and it pleases me for you to stand absolutely still while I…pleasure myself.”

“And me,” he told her in a strangled voice.

She was pressed up against him, hard enough to feel his cock swell and push against the restraint of the leather. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to see its magnificence again. Dropping to her knees, she slipped her hands down his taut skin to the button at the top of his fly. She opened it very slowly and slid the zipper down one notch at a time. He wore no underwear, as she’d required, so the opening of the zipper released his erection. The moment his cock was free his essence teased at her nostrils and she knelt and leaned her face against it to more fully inhale him. Tension rode his body, vibrating in every inch of him as he waited to see what she’d do next.

The leather pants were buttery soft, so even as tight as they were she had little trouble easing them down his thighs. She drew them down only as far as his knees, reaching between his thighs to cup his balls and roll them in her fingers. Again Ethan made that hissing sound but otherwise he held completely still.

Dani looked up. “I want you to stand completely still, Ethan. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He ground out the words.

“No matter what I do.”

“No matter what you do,” he assured her, although his voice was tight with his effort at restraint.

“Excellent. Give me a moment here.”

She rose, opened the cabinet on the wall and slid out one of the drawers. Ah, there it was. The cock ring G had shown her the other night. Turning back to Ethan, she dropped to her knees again.

“I know you’ve worn one of these before.” She showed it to him. “I understand it is a favorite with many Dommes.”

“That’s correct,” he acknowledged.

With the spotlight illuminating his body she threaded his cock through the two small straps and buckled them, then fastened the longer one around his sac. He grunted when she tightened it.

“Am I causing you pain?” she asked. “You must tell me if it’s the wrong kind.” When he didn’t say a word, she tugged on the apparatus, enough to make him jump. “Damn it, Ethan, I told you I always want the truth.”

His hands tightened into fists. “It is…a little tight, Mistress.”

“Can you bear it?” She looked up at him.

He gave a sharp, brief nod.

“Good then. You tell me when the pain becomes too much. I want this tight enough so that no matter what I do you will not come until I release you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I haven’t forgotten that you desire the whip to begin each session.” She trailed her fingertips over the taut muscles of his ass. “Yes, I’ll enjoying striping this fine ass again.” She paused. “But you must ask me for it.”

“I beg my Mistress to whip my ass so I may be properly stimulated to receive whatever she wishes to do with me.”

Dani swallowed a smile. “Very good. I will give you your wish. Take that small bench beside you and bring it around so it’s under the spotlight with you.” She waited while he moved it, putting it precisely where she told him. “Now. On your knees and bend over the bench.”

His jaw tightened but the dark flush on his cheeks told her the anticipation of what was to come was arousing him further. He knelt so his ass was in the air, his chest on the padded seat of the bench and his arms hanging forward. There were manacles attached to each leg of the bench and Dani locked two of them around his wrists. Her mouth watered as she stood behind him, admiring his gorgeous ass. With her foot she nudged his legs farther apart, so she could see his cock and his sac between his thighs. When she bent and stroked her hand over them he jumped slightly.

“These are mine to touch,” she reminded him. “Tell me that.”

“Yes. Those are yours to touch.”

“What are mine, sub?”

“My cock and my balls. They are yours to do with as you please.”

“Very good. You have earned your punishment.”

She took the same whip she’d used the night before, feathered it over his buttocks and drew it through the tight crevice between his cheeks. Teasing him with its light touch. Then without further warning she snaked the whip and cracked its thin tongue across his skin, leaving a satisfactory red stripe. His breathing hitched slightly, the only sign he allowed that he was affected.

“Count for me, Ethan.”

And he did, all the way to ten, his deep voice getting edgier and tighter with each thwack of the whip.

Dani stood back, admiring the crisscross pattern she’d created. Dropping the whip, she moved around in front of him and lowered herself to the floor so she could reach his cock, straining at its bindings. Taking him in her fingers, she carefully licked the broad flat head, letting the tip of her tongue ride the slit, teasing him with just the tip before closing her lips around the hot, pulsing shaft. From the corner of one eye she saw his fists tighten and the muscles in his thighs tensed, but he held his position.

Dani sucked lightly, then hard, then lightly again, all the while stroking his balls with the slim fingers of her other hand. His cock was so hot and delicious. She loved the way it stretched her lips and pressed against the roof of her mouth. Setting up a steady rhythm, she stroked her lips up and down, each time taking him deeper inside. When his balls tightened she knew he was near his climax and eased back. She wanted to make this last.

The dance took on a pattern of its own. She licked him, his length, his balls, the flat crown of his head. Whenever she felt that tensing in his sac she’d back off, dragging her fingernails down his length, then begin again. It gave her an incredible sense of power to know she was controlling his release this way, and she understood more than she had the first night how sexually arousing it had been for her Masters to treat her that way.

But she was also tormenting herself and she had plans for that. Rising to her feet, she pushed the slacks the rest of the way down his legs. She helped him lift first one foot and then the other from the material and shoved the leather pants along with his shoes to the side.

“I am not ready yet for you to come,” she told him. “First I want to feel your tongue inside me, your mouth on me. I want to see how talented you are in that particular area.”

“I assure you I will not displease.” There it was again, just the faint edge of cockiness in his voice.

Dani wondered what this man did in his everyday life. Obviously something where he was in complete control. He couldn’t quite shed the mantle of it in a sub situation. So what made him enjoy the life of a sub? What was it that took him one hundred and eighty degrees in the other direction sexually? Would he tell her if she asked? If they went to a third session she’d put it at the top of her list.

“Very well.” Carefully she removed the manacles, freeing him from his position on the bench. “Kneel before me, sub.”

He dropped to his knees, his movements more graceful than any other man she’d ever been with, somewhat difficult to accomplish with the complicated cock ring binding his swollen, protesting erection.

“Place your hands behind you.”

He clasped his hands behind him, face upturned, his hot eyes burning into her. She wondered for a brief moment what he’d be like if she let him off the invisible leash. No. That would change the dynamics for both of them. And the pleasure. But it exhilarated her that this sub had that kind of fire burning inside him. It made taming him all the more exhilarating.

“Let me see how talented you are, sub. I want you to bring me just to the edge of orgasm with your beautiful mouth. But first you have to find my pussy. I will not help you.”

“I will do my best to serve you.”

Ethan moved forward just slightly on his knees, bent his head and did exactly what she’d hoped when she put on this dress earlier. With his teeth he carefully untied the bow and used his head to nudge apart the fabric of the dress. It fell apart as it was meant to, leaving her all but naked. As a reward Dani shrugged and let the dress fall to the floor.

“Does my Mistress permit me to tell her how glad I am she chose not to wear anything under her dress tonight?”

Impudent bastard!

“I am always happy to receive signs of your pleasure.” She smiled at him. “Now show me how much you appreciate it.”

She hadn’t thought it possible that he could stimulate her so intensely without using his fingers at all, but Ethan Corelli was very well trained. He probed her folds with the tip of his tongue, first finding the bundle of nerves just peeping out from its protective hood and stroking it before dragging his tongue the length of her slit. Dani widened her stance, standing there clad only in the wicked heels she’d worn, and hoped she could maintain her balance the way Ethan had. Not that she hadn’t been in this position before. All her Masters had loved eating her pussy while she stood in front of them, unable to balance herself, unable to do anything except take the torment they dealt out, knowing if she came without being instructed to do so or lost control and fell there would be punishment to follow. She was grateful for that training now, and aroused by the fact that now it was her choice.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Ethan’s tongue as he lapped at her cunt, stroking the slit, flicking her clit, then somehow managing to thrust his tongue inside her without even using his fingers to open her. Heat surged through her and lust coiled up from her belly dark and hard. She hadn’t actually planned to fuck him tonight. For Dani that would mean acknowledging the invisible connection she’d been fighting since the moment she met this man, a connection that frightened her. But oh god, she had to feel that cock inside her. She’d wrestle with her emotions later.

She heard her own breathing speed up and felt her heartbeat increase, every pulse hammering away at her as Ethan lapped and sucked and drove her toward completion.

“Stop.” She nearly shouted the word. “I order you to stop.”

He looked up at her, the liquid of her arousal glistening on his lips and chin, his eyes puzzled.

“Am I displeasing my Mistress?”

“No. Not at all. But I wish to come with you inside me. Rise, so I can release the cock ring.”

Ethan stood, hands still clasped behind his back, and watched as she unfastened straps and opened buckles before tossing the apparatus aside. Pulling a foil envelope from the cabinet, she tore it open. A long, thick, fluffy pad lay rolled up in one corner. Dani pointed toward it.

“Bring that here and lay it flat,” she ordered. “I want you to be comfortable.”

As soon as it was in place, she had Ethan stretch out full length on his back and she lowered herself to straddle him. She bent her head and licked the length of his cock before rolling the condom onto it.

It was suddenly important to her to have absolute control over his orgasm. To have him climax inside her with nothing moving but the automatic pulsing of his cock. No thrusting of hips. No hitching of his body. No touching or holding with his hands.

“Do not move,” she told him. “At all. Just watch my eyes. I’ll know when we’re both ready to come and I will move for both of us.”

His jaw clenched but he nodded in agreement.

Very carefully Dani lowered herself onto his shaft. It was long and thick and she had to ease herself down, grateful that her pussy was so drenched that she had sufficient lubrication. By the time she had taken in every inch of him she felt stretched almost beyond capacity. She closed her eyes for a moment to allow her body to adjust to the feel of him, then opened them and looked directly into his. She saw fire burning in there, need hot and greedy.

“Clasp your hands behind your head,” she directed.

Ethan did so, never taking his eyes from hers.

And then she moved, slowly at first, up and down, rocking slightly each time, letting her pussy adapt to the feel of him. But her body soon grew impatient, her nerves firing randomly, her pulse racing faster and harder, the muscles in her belly clenching with a demanding greed. She increased her pace, faster, faster, faster. She could tell by watching his face the effort it was costing Ethan to keep still and not move with her. She stared into his eyes, watching for the sign that he was ready. Waiting. Waiting.

Her orgasm exploded without warning, hot cream pouring from her, her pussy clamping around him like a fist and milking him. His release was barely a second behind hers. He did as she’d ordered and kept his body still, although the effort to do so was unmistakable. And inside her that magnificent shaft pulsed and throbbed and spurted hot semen into the thin latex sheath.

Dani’s entire body pulsed with her climax, tremors pounding through her, emanating from her clasping pussy. A climax more intense than any she’d ever experienced with any of her Masters, even when they’d used every device and method to draw out her arousal and make her wait interminably to come. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear, couldn’t do anything except throb and throb and drench Ethan’s cock and balls with her fluid.

At last, spent, she collapsed on his chest.

“You may put your arms around me,” she gasped, dragging air into her lungs.

But when he did, an emotion so strong it made her panic swept over her. What the hell was going on? Calling up her last bit of strength, she rose from Ethan’s prone body. Using the wipes and cloth in the cabinet, she removed the condom and carefully cleaned her sub. She was almost afraid to look at him again, wondering if the intensity of what she was feeling would be reflected in his eyes. Hoping it would, yet at the same time panicked.

“I think we’re done for the night,” she said with as much dignity as she could muster.

Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get out of there.