In His Cuffs(38)

"The truth is, if you get into what we're doing, I get off." She paused  and sighed, as if either trying to figure it out for herself or find  words to explain what she meant to him. "The energy builds on itself."  Her blue eyes lightened, radiating her inner enthusiasm. "I can scene  with almost anyone and enjoy it as long as they do, too. I love my work  at the Den."                       
       
           



       

Niles had underestimated her earlier. He'd figured Damien continued to  have her at his events because she pleased his guests and didn't stand  out, but she was more complex than that. Early in his business career,  Niles had learnt that any employee with a genuine desire to please  should be rewarded and retained. Damien had apparently reached the same  conclusion, after all, even during times of economic hardship, the Den's  membership had continued to grow, despite some hefty membership fees.  "I'd be delighted to redden your cunt," he told her.

"Thank you, Sir."

Even though the answer was rote, her tone conveyed gratitude. He left  her long enough to grab a pair of cuffs and to lower the hook. Without  being told, she extended her arms. As he fastened the soft fabric around  her wrists, he asked, "Do you want to use anything other than the  club's safe word?"

"Halt is fine, Sir."

"Any slow word?"

"I can't imagine one will be necessary, Sir."

Niles was adept at pushing subs to the utmost limits. After all, that  created the most compelling of all videos. But he also knew how to read a  sub's non-verbal clues. He knew, oftentimes before they did, when  they'd had enough. "Do you have any conditions or limits I need to be  aware of?"

"I have no medical concerns. As far as limits, nothing that will leave a permanent scar."

He nodded and affixed the cuffs to the metal hook. "If at any time you're too uncomfortable, let me know," he said.

"Of course, Sir."

"Do you need a spreader bar for your legs?"

"That won't be necessary, Master Niles."

He knew she'd do anything he commanded, but he wanted her to be able to  let go and surrender to his lash. "Would it make the experience more  pleasant?"

"Yes, Sir."

Already he was learning to look at her eyes for an answer. The depths  were expressive and revealed more than her words and tone together. He  saw her gratitude and anticipation. She was looking forward to this. He  wondered if she often had the chance to just let go and enjoy herself.  Since this was her job, it was her obligation to ensure the Den's guests  had their needs met. Tonight, he wanted more than that for her. He was  glad she'd approached him, rather than wait for another Dom to claim  her.

Niles fetched a metal bar. As he knelt, she widened her stance to allow him to attach the straps to her ankles.

This close to her, he inhaled the unmistakable, sharp scent of female  arousal. Unable to resist, he parted her labia. "You're already damp,  pretty sub."

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

He slipped a finger inside her hot pussy. She locked her knees. "It's okay to respond. In fact, I'd like it."

He pressed his thumb to her clit then pulled back.

"Nice, Sir."

He alternated between applying intense pressure and a glancing touch,  keeping her off guard. She swayed in time to his fingering and the way  he teased her clit.

"I'm getting wetter, Sir."

He backed off a bit. "Are you close to coming?"

"Yes, Master Niles."

Nothing surprised him. He'd been with women who could orgasm from the  lightest of touches. Others were capable of multiple orgasms. There were  some who required so much stimulation that he was grateful for the  assistance of an electric vibrator. Each sub was unique, and he enjoyed  finding the right combination of touches that would make her respond.  "Should I get you off?"

"It's your choice, Sir."

"Of course it is." He slid his finger deeper before pulling out. With a  rhythmic, rocking motion, he increased the frequency of his thrusts.

She whimpered.

So, damn hot. Her pussy tightened around his finger and she moved as  much as the bar permitted, encouraging him to put more pressure on her  clit. Wanting to please her, he followed her lead.

"I'd like to come, Sir."

"I'm sure you would," he said in soothing tones at odds with the way he stimulated her.

Her whimpers became groans.

"Sir, I'm going to come."

"Not yet, you're not."

"Master Niles, I'm begging you to either let me come, or stop now, Sir.  At least"-she dragged in a couple of rapid breaths-"slow down."

Ignoring her, he continued the relentless torment.

"Damn, Sir … "

Her beautiful walls all but convulsed around his finger. How was it he'd never scened with her before?

"This is a taste of what's to come, sub," he warned. He moved his hand to sting her pussy with a quick, vicious slap.                       
       
           



       

She called out his name and jerked her hips as she came.

He reached to put one hand behind her and another on her abdomen,  steadying her. She was so far gone, trembling and moaning, that he  wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her balance otherwise. He hadn't  pulled the hook taut, so it offered little support.

Niles smiled. "You're so perfect, Brandy." He looked up at her. A fine  sheen of perspiration dotted her chest, and she took a deep breath.

When she appeared to have herself under control she said, "I came without permission, Sir."

Like she had earlier, she tilted her head to one side. Rather than  drawing her eyebrows together when she was puzzled, she angled her head.  How long would it be until he knew all her responses? "Now I have a  reason to punish you when I see you again," he said.

"Punish?" she echoed. "You're a fiend, Sir."

"Let's add disrespect to the list, shall we?" he mused.

"But, Sir-"

"Along with arguing."

"I … " She closed her mouth.

"Good choice."

Her head was still tilted, and he doubted he'd ever seen anything more  charming. And he wasn't finished with her yet. "Your pussy is bright  red," he said.

"It feels as if it's on fire, Sir. And that was from a single smack."

She sounded as if she were looking forward to more.

"Did you like it?"

"Mmm."

"I've heard that sound when women eat chocolate cake."

"That, Sir, was better than cake. Even though I wasn't supposed to come-"

"Oh, I meant for that to happen, I assure you."

She was silent a moment before adding, "Thank you, Sir."

He placed his hands so that both were on her rear then moved his face between her legs. "Fuck my face, pretty sub."

Brandy was too well trained to question him or hesitate.

Instead she moved her hips.

He parted her buttocks and pressed his thumbs against her anal whorl, all the while keeping her from moving backwards.

"Dear God, Master Niles … "

He liked the high pitch to her voice, as if her vocal cords were rubbed  raw by desire. After easing one thumb a bit deeper in her ass, he sucked  her clit into his mouth then released her to cover her pussy with long  sweeps of his tongue. He liked the musky taste of her and the urgency of  her responses. If she wasn't restrained, he had no doubt she'd dig her  hands in his hair and hold his head prisoner. As it was, she had to  count on him to support her weight as she ground her cunt against his  mouth.

Her heat covered his face.

"Do me," she demanded.

Fuck. This woman was hot.

It had been so long since he'd felt this alive, this engaged, that he'd go a long way to please her.

He used his tongue as she moved her hips. She bent her knees to change  the angle as much as possible and give him greater access. He slid his  tongue into her dampness and she screamed.

"I can't hold off, Sir!"

In response, he forced his thumb all the way inside her tightest hole.  She continued to press her pelvis forward, and he dug the fingers of his  left hand into the soft flesh of her buttocks.

Without another warning, her body went rigid before she moved again in  short, desperate little motions as she fought for her orgasm.

With his mouth, his touch, he helped her along.

She raised herself onto her tiptoes, and the slight shift forced his tongue deeper.

One of her heels slammed onto the floor, a sound of satisfaction if he'd ever heard one.

"That was sensational," she whispered as he drew away. "Thank you, again."

An intense flare of lust gnawed at his insides. Making subs shatter was  his passion. But it was nothing more than a job. He never engaged.  Instead, he held himself and his emotions at a distance. He used a  critical and artistic eye to make the scene sizzle. This time, though,  his focus was solely on the curvaceous blonde. "I think that's enough of  an appetiser."