“It is not punishment, Orchid, or discipline, but most definitely pleasure, my pet. Yours and mine.”
Taylor cursed her racing heart and reprimanded her eager breasts for being such nymphomaniacs as her nipples tightened into tight stones. Every inch of her skin sizzled in anticipation at the warm promise in his eyes. Heat exploded inside her as Zeke looked her over with a devilish smile.
“Already so excited before we even start, Orchid. That’s what I love to see.” His fingers hooked into the top of the loose shirt she wore over a pair of chinos. “Strip down to your lingerie, please.”
“I don’t want to,” she mumbled with a pleading flutter of eyelids. His lips compressed in warning.
“Now, sub.”
The look in his eyes was warning enough and spelled the words in the air between them; I already warned you about this. I’m not going to repeat it. He wasn’t moved by her hesitation but he allowed her time to gather her frayed senses. The dark look on his face spurred her to action and she unbuttoned the top while she kicked off her sneakers.
“I hate this, Master Dragon.” Her voice was coated in hues of vulnerability.
“Stop procrastinating, Orchid. You’re wasting everyone’s time.” The sigh that slithered to the rafters dragged out of her like the slow descent of a sinking ship as she realized he wasn’t going to budge. “That’s better.” He took her clothes and handed them to Dom Evans who put them on a sofa against the wall. “Hands.”
Within moments, he cuffed her wrists and secured them to a chain that hung from the rafters. Her eyes drifted upward. Her tongue did a tentative foray over her suddenly dry lips.
“Why am I chained like this? Everyone else is standing at a spanking bench.”
“Because it’s a demonstration, my pet. I want them to witness your elevation into subspace. See every expression, every nuance of sensation flash across your face as you slip higher and higher.”
“I’m not so sure it’s going to happen, Master Dragon. In all the years I’ve never reached such a level.”
She exhaled slowly as he pressed his warm chest against her back. A deep moan crawled from her chest as he nibbled the soft skin of her throat. “You’ve never had a scene like this with me, Orchid. I promise you; you’re going to soar.”
She felt bereft and cold as he stepped back and walked around to face her. His eyes flicked over her body in a heated caress.
“And I’m going to do it with you blindfolded.”
Taylor stiffened and blinked at him. “Why? I hate being blindfolded.”
Zeke took one step closer; the roughness of his jeans scratched her soft stomach as he cupped her chin. He watched her with a stern expression. His voice lowered.
“Trust me in this, little one. I don’t want you to be concerned with what others see. All that matters is for you to concentrate on the sensations and embrace them as pleasure surges through you.” He ran his finger over her lips. “Forget about everyone, love. Fill your mind only with me and what I make you feel. I promise I’ll be with you every second of the way and I won’t take you further than you can endure.”
Taylor was lost to the powerful essence of the man in him, the confidence that oozed from every pore in his body and the driving desire to give him what her body urged her to do. To offer him her unconditional and complete submission. To do with as he wished, to mold to her desires and to unleash the wild woman inside her that yearned to come out and play.
“Always remember, my pet, you have a safeword if it becomes too much, and make no mistake, Orchid, I’ll know if you push yourself beyond your endurance. You will use it if it’s necessary, is that clear?”
“Yes, Master Dragon.”
Zeke watched her as he took a black padded blindfold out of his pocket and secured it snugly around her face.
“Easy, love,” he crooned as she tensed when she was engulfed in a black void. His slow caress down her spine calmed her as much as his lips nibbling her throat and his fingers caressing the softness of her buttocks unlocked a warm arousal to slither through her veins. The next moment he stood behind her and wrapped his large hands around her hips. His breath brushed warmly against her ear.
“Remember, Orchid, I have control over your body. It belongs to me. I decide what your body needs, what you need and how and when to pleasure or punish it.” His voice dipped darkly. “All your begging will fall on deaf ears this time. I’m after one thing from you, and I won’t stop until I get it.”
He fisted his hand in a tuft of silky tresses and angled her head sideways. The warmth of his breath against her lips was the only warning she had before his mouth caught hers in a rough and demanding kiss, leaving her with no doubt that he was the one in control. Her breath puffed from her lips as he lifted his head. Her soft moan followed his large hands running seductively down the length of her legs.
She stiffened at the sound of rattling chains.
“Spread your legs, Orchid.” He purred a pleased sound as she obeyed without hesitation but whimpered as he locked cuffs around her ankles and secured her legs wide apart. She shivered at the draft of air she felt against her naked skin.
Taylor trembled as Zeke’s lips grazed the back of her knees while his hands caressed her thighs, slowly inching to the hot center of her. She gasped as he pushed aside the triangle of lace and traced the length of her slit. Her cheeks heated as he murmured at the pleasure of already finding her hot and wet. An erotic flogging always ended in a hard fuck.
Her mind froze at the thought of him fucking her in full view of the entire group.
“I expect you to stay with me, Orchid, the entire time. Your mind does not stray. Is that clear?” He brushed his finger directly over her hardening clit. Just like that, he yanked her back to the present, cleared her mind of all thought as sensations sizzled over her nerve endings. Her hips tilted forward on her moan.
“Good girl.” He tapped her clit teasingly as he nipped her ass cheeks. She shrieked as a flash of pain shocked through her when he bit into a rounded cheek—hard and painfully.
To her shocked surprise, her arousal skyrocketed.
Taylor was overcome by the confusion of conflicting sensations. Pleasure and pain played and teased like a cat and mouse game. Expecting, anticipating with no way of knowing what came next. She squirmed in his hands and moaned as with a chuckle he straightened to press his hard body against her back.
“A Dom will always ensure his sub is in the scene with him, especially if the intent is to push her into subspace. If her attention strays, she won’t reach that relaxed state and a Dom might be fooled into believing she has and she could be hurt.”
He circled her waist and cupped her breasts, jiggling them playfully, fully aware of the red blush staining her cheeks.
“What are the two most important things to remember in an intense scene, trainees?”
“Honesty and trust,” one of them cried out.
“Hear that, Orchid?”
“Yes, Master Dragon.”
“That’s what I expect from you from this point forward. You will be honest and tell me when you’re at your breaking point. At the same time, you’ll trust in me to give you what you need.”
“Yes, Master Dragon.” She sounded out of breath but how could she be anything else with him teasing her nipples, softly rolling, tweaking, and pinching them. He increased the pressure around the hard nubs until she gasped as pain seared through her mind.