Elle's Seduction (12 page)

Up to this point, it had been fun. Just a walk on the wild side, but placing her hands in those cuffs would mean something. She would have to give up control and give herself to these two men. Despite what they may think, despite her own daring, she was no sex kitten in bed. To the contrary, her sexual experience had been far from exciting. But she’d read about more...she’d dreamed about more.

She closed her eyes to the harsh light surrounding her and tried to separate herself from the heat of the two bodies, surrounding her, but they were a caress in itself making her nipples ache and reach out for something hard and masculine to rub against.

The Master’s voice deepened as she listened. All sensations boiling down into his body behind her, just touching, his hands on her wrists, strong, erotic, tempting; and her own reaction—her body swaying with need, her nipples tingling. “Yes. Relax. I want you to give in... Allow us to show you, even if only for tonight, how it can be for you. You don’t have to do anything.”

Darren moved closer and her breasts brushed against him, the clamps twitching as they snagged his shirt. She’d been attracted to him from the first. The reaction had been unexpected, but now the heat in her belly blossomed in a twittering trill up her spine to her breasts.

Darren’s groan told her he knew her reaction. “We’ll take care of you, Elle. Trust us.”

His plea broke through her haze of lust. Such longing and need in just those few words.

Elle snapped open her eyes, her spine stiffening. Better to tame a lion with sugar and molasses than bitterroot, as her mama always said. Raising her hands, she grabbed Darren’s shirt and pulled him in close. Standing on tiptoe, she whisper in his ear, rubbing her throbbing breasts right against his soft shirt. Her voice nearly purred as she whispered in his ear. “Lock me up, Darren; but you’d better be ready for the consequences.”

Darren smiled and chuckled as he grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her up straight.

The Master pulled down the handcuffs and snapped them shut one by one, the soft click echoing in the room. Lamb’s wool padding was snapped on around the metal bracelets, adding a layer of sensual softness to the cuffs. “Just in case you struggle,” Darren said.

His smile didn’t help her at all.

Once cuffed, the Master held her steady as Darren spread her legs and made her comfortable. The hum of tension in the Master’s body made her acutely aware of his breath at her back, of his heat and the hammering of her heart in her ears. She didn’t even know what he looked like, but that voice was etched in her memory, low and raspy...familiar.

When his hand slid across her stomach and slid between her spread thighs she held onto the cuffs mentally begging him to touch her, to stroke her clit and finish her. She felt his smile against her shoulder as his finger stroked her labia and slid between the puffy folds. His finger sluiced through her, barely touching her clit. “Maybe we’ll outfit your clit with one of those clamps.”

Elle shuddered as his fingers found and pinched her clit, making her hips jerk and her nerve endings scream. Her eyes rolled back as all sensation shifted to her core where he squeezed and massaged her clit. “Oh, god.”

“Hmm...” His fingers released her, allowing the blood to rush back to her clit in a sizzling burst. Her knees gave out, and for the first time she was thankful for the handcuffs which held her up even as her brain scrambled from the sensations. She nearly wept at how close she was to release. Just another second or two.

He was unrelenting though. “I don’t think God is the one you should be begging.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

Elle trembled as she pulled herself back together. Using her arms, she pulled herself up and stood tall once more. When she refused to reply, the Master raised his arm and motioned for the masked man.

“Yes, Master?”

“My whip, please. It seems we need to teach Elle her place.”

Elle jerked herself up. “No whip.”

The Master’s hands left her and he stepped away. “You’ll take what I give you or this ends.”

Elle struggled to fight the shivers racing over her. A whip? Arms shaking she stood there gripping the cuffs, swallowing her fear. If she left, she wouldn’t see him again. All of this would be over. She briefly thought of using the safe word, but she was no coward. Horseflies had bitten her; this couldn’t be much worse.

The sound of swishing leather and a snap jerked her in her chains. Fear and need warred within her, along with a strange thrill of excitement. A single tear slid down her face as she fought the conflicting emotions. What did he want from her? Darren stepped up to steady her, his lips close to her ear. “You are as much in control here as he is. You have only to say the word.”

She turned to him, another tear leaking out. She let the stark need show on her face, letting him know just how much she wanted this.

He brushed the tears away; a wicked smile curving his lips. “Make him work for it, Elle.”

The first lick of the whip slithered across her butt like a lovers caress. Elle was surprised by the softness. He’d chosen a softer driver’s whip. This one barely flicked at her— more a tickle.

Another barely there tap had her tilting her buttocks into the texture, the soft brush close to the crack in her ass.

A quick slash hit next, just a flickering tickle of pain, gone faster than it lasted.

The devilish flickering increased, creeping down her cheeks, closer and closer to her clit. She imagined it as a delicious barbed tongue that zinged along her nerves, waking them up, sensitizing them. With no words, she squirmed, raising her ass in the air, begging for that wicked tongue to move closer.

When the whip receded, she groaned and swayed in Darren’s grip.

The Master’s next swing landed the whip’s flexible core on her ass. The sting brought her knees out from under her. Her breasts jerked, sending pain shooting to her throbbing clit. With no chance to catch her breath, she jerked with each of the next swats, her breasts jiggling in time to the hits.

Hands ran over her ass, rubbing the sore spots, making her moan at the light touch against her sensitized skin. “I think you liked that.” The Masters jerked her against him, pulling her tight in her chains, making sure her breasts stretched with her bindings, the exquisite pleasure hitting her. His fingers wrapped around her hip and slid between her thighs. “Oh, yes. I think you liked that very much. I think you’d like something else even more though, something that would take you over the edge.”

Darren stepped away and came back with a round, glass rod.

The Masters fingers worked her, sliding her slick juices around her clit. Elle shook with the need building in her, her body bending under the assault. Caught up in the sensations, she pushed against the Master’s body, his erection firm and hard against the crack of her buttocks.

She wanted that, wanted him sliding in and out of her, pounding into her. Wanted to make him loose control, to take her and ram himself into her. She fought the bonds and thrust herself harder against his fingers, imagining his cock inside her, sliding against her clit and filling her.

Darren knelt in front of her and took over for the Master, his thick fingers rougher, assuaging her need and building it higher. While the Master’s touch had put her on edge, Darren’s was determined and insistent, demanding her response. Elle moaned at the difference.

She barely registered the cool glass sliding up her knee to her thigh until it slid hard and unyielding against her clit. “Oh, god.”

The Master rubbed her buttocks with strong hands before stepping away. “Before I’m done with you, you’ll be thanking me.”

The glass slid just inside her opening, teasing her. Her hips tilted.

The tip never fully entered, rimming her, stretching her. Raised as she was, she couldn’t slide onto it. Frustration drove her to thrust against him.

A flick of the whip sent her against Darren’s steadying grip. She gasped as the next strike drove the dildo inside, just barely relieving the ache. Before she could slide down on the dildo it was gone, slicking her juices around her clit to come back.

The next slice of the whip shuddered through her as the dildo impaled itself deeper. Another hit and she was lost in the sensation. Soon she was lost in the pressure of the dildo going in and out and the small stings of the whip at her backside.

Each strike hammered her against the dildo, making her insides clench and grasp at the hard cock. Liquid need coated her thighs making the small tether at the end of the whip wet. The sting sent her bucking against the alternating pain of the whip and the pleasure of the dildo.

Lost in her need, she begged for release but Darren never fully penetrated, his firm grip never wavering in its purpose. Tears streamed down her face as she worked for completion.

The dark voice behind her took on a punishing edge. “Tell me what you want, Elle.”

“Please.”

“Ask me nicely, Elle, and you can have exactly what you want.”

The Master slid his hand over her ass, massaging and alleviating the pain. Elle panted as she struggled to slide down the dildo, her nether lips weeping, begging for an end. But Darren wouldn’t relent.

“Please what, Elle?”

Elle shook her head, fighting the building need in her. “No. If I’m saying it, it’s not going to be for some piece of glass.”

The dildo stopped mid-thrust, sliding out of her.

The Master’s hands stopped. “What do you want?”

Elle turned her head. She wanted to see him, wanted to face him. Much to her dismay, he continued to hide in the shadows. Would she ever know his face? “I want your cock. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it for real. Your cock or Darren’s.”

Darren stood a look of shock on his face. “A submissive doesn’t negotiate.”

Elle pulled herself to her full 5 foot 3 inch height, her shoulders pulled back. “If you want me to call you master, you take me with a real cock or forget it.”

The Master ran his fingers through her hair, jerking her head back. “You break the rules, sub.”

Elle closed her eyes. Behind her she heard the sound of a zipper sliding down.

“Darren, drop her down.”

Chains rattled as the cuffs lowered just enough for her to bend forward and still grip something.

Darren returned with a condom. Whispers went back and forth behind her.

They left her to tremble, the chains rumbling, her ass waving in the air.

Darren stepped in front of her and raised her up. “Stand.”

With a quick flick of both hands, he released her breasts from the clamps, even as the Master grabbed her hips. Sensation burned through her nipples, shocking a cry of pain from her just as the Master pulled her ass against him and slid against her. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

His hands were in her hair once again jerking her back. “Feel this, imagine it inside you. Every night, dream of this.”

Back and forth he slid, the large head of his penis just pushing against her opening, hitting the sensitive entry, making her thrust back onto him. He never penetrated though. “When you know you’re place, you’ll get it. Until then, you get nothing.”

With a final thrust, he released her into Darren’s arms and walked away.

Elle stood there, arms around Darren’s neck, panting with need, breasts aching and completely unfulfilled...and angry as hell.

Tears pricked her eyes as she fought to stand on her own, even as Darren set her to rights. She’d gambled and lost this round; her need for control pushing her to fight for more than the Master was willing to give.

Darren ignored her and motioned for her clothes, a coldness entering his gaze.

Elle stood alone and bereft as he unchained her and gave her clothes.

He never said a word, never offered her relief.

In the end, she sat alone in the limo, aching and needy with no one to blame but herself for being home at eleven o’clock on a weekend when she could have had the night of her life.

***

Monday couldn’t come soon enough. Another day stuck in her drab apartment reliving those moments at The Den. She’d never regretted moving to the city with the excitement and bright lights, and most of all, the theater. But she’d fervently wished for the busy life on a farm.

As it was, she’d scrubbed every surface of her apartment with Lysol, bleaching the bathroom and kitchen floors with a brush. Unable to help herself, she’d even evicted Garfield for a short while to clean and scrub his apartment. Next weekend, she planned to rent a carpet cleaner and drag it up the six flights to finish the job.

Her desk was worlds away from The Den, which suited her just fine. Walking in she was relieved to see Darren was nowhere in sight.

At her desk, Luke bumped into her. “Thank God, you’re here.”

“What’s up?”

A prisoner facing execution would look happier. “Elle, Fred’s in trouble.”

In the conference room where Darren had setup shop, folders and files were piled neatly in stacks everywhere. In the middle of it, Darren and Maxwell faced off with Fred. Darren glanced her way, his eyes iced over. The heat she remembered from Friday long gone. But Maxwell was in charge, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine, conjuring hot hands and forbidden pleasures.

Shocked, she began to put two and two together. The deep voice from the corridor, tempting her and shocking her, was the same one she heard now dressing Fred down. “Where’d you put the order?”

Elle imagined he was holding back his fury by the skin of his teeth. “Maxwell—”

Maxwell held up his hand. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you. Fred can answer.”

Fred straightened and tried to stare down Maxwell. While Fred might intimidate a mouse, there was no comparing himself to the taller, more muscular figure of Maxwell. Beyond that, there was an indefinable air of authority that surrounded Maxwell, making most men and women stand back. Fred never had a chance.

Maxwell wouldn’t let up. “Please tell me that you didn’t cancel that order of plastic?”

Fred never answered. He simply stared straight ahead and kept his mouth closed.

Luke nudged her forward but Elle simply couldn’t intervene, too shocked by her revelation to interfere. God, she’d made a fool of herself.

With barely a second glance, she turned and fled the room. Better to let Maxwell and Darren get it out with Fred, because she might die of embarrassment if she had to face Maxwell knowing that he was the man from the dark. Knowing that he was the Master.