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Yes, Sir. He stood, then leaned over and kissed the top of her head before he
strode toward the stairs.
Calliope watched him, even though she was sure he had probably meant for
her to keep her gaze down. When he disappeared into the dungeon, she looked down
at her bound hands, at the rope that hung between them. She d never experienced
anything like this before.
Henry had been her Master, yes. He d fed her by hand; bound her to their bed
at night; and given her the utmost in pleasure by providing her with the extreme
pleasures that she craved.
She d been so inexperienced when they started out, though, and she d been so
in love with him that she would have done anything he asked, no matter what. Was
that the way it was supposed to be, or was she supposed to ask questions this time?
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Ask about limits? Ask about specific events? She wasn t sure, and there really
wasn t anyone she could ask.
Except Silas. He would tell her the truth, she knew. Did she ask him now, or
did she wait until she d made a decision? If she asked him now, she could tell him
she needed his answers to help form a decision. What would happen if she asked
him later, after she d decided she wanted to stay, and he told her things she didn t
want to hear?
Fear shot through her, and she twitched. The plug inside her ass shifted, and
she groaned. The truth was she was frightened of falling for him and then losing
him. She couldn t go through what she d gone through the last year and a half
again.
She thought of Gloria, who had lost two husbands. How had she managed to
bounce back so well? Maybe Calliope needed to talk with her.
You re deep in thought. Silas stroked the back of her hair, and she turned to
look at him. She hadn t even heard him come down the stairs. Can you smell the
pizza?
She sniffed. It smells heavenly.
It will be, even if I do say so myself. It should be close to done. Let s go into
the kitchen and eat.
She was hungry, for food and for information. She felt the need to ask some
questions, but now was not the time. He helped her to stand, and she shuffled into
the kitchen, wondering if she should ask after dinner and before the whipping, or
afterward.
Don t push it. Best to just let it take its course. The right time will present itself
for your questions, and you ll know when that is.
* * *
Silas sat in a chair, watching her intently as she washed the dishes. They d
eaten a very leisurely dinner, talking quite a lot about the hotel and the upcoming
opening and how he was worried the ghost issue wouldn t be solved.
I think Stacee s going to figure it out, she said as she swirled the water
around. Do you agree, Sir?
Yes, I think she ll help. I just hope it doesn t take too long.
He still had the flogger attached to his belt, and despite the fact they d just
eaten, she wanted nothing more than to bend over the table and feel the hard bite of
leather against her skin.
There s something about watching a naked woman, with a fully-stuffed ass,
doing the dishes in my kitchen. You make me hard, treat.
Thank you, Sir Silas.
You re welcome. He undid the flogger before he sat forward and twirled it in
his hands. The strands swirled as his hands moved. You still want this?
128 Melinda Barron
Yes, Sir.
How much? Damn, her pussy was now as wet as the water her bound hands
were in.
Very much, Sir.
He continued swirling the flogger. Then hurry up.
She did as he asked, feeling as if she were a superhero as she moved around
the kitchen. Before long it was spotless. She dried her hands, then knelt before him.
My delicious treat.
Now? Should she ask him the questions that swirled in her mind? Or would
that ruin the mood?
Let s go upstairs. She trotted behind him as he walked. It was fine with her
that the game plan had changed, that he wanted to flog her rather than relax in
front of the TV.
The first thing he did when they got upstairs was bend her over a spanking
bench. He gently caressed both globes, then spread them. His deep groan let her
know how much he enjoyed seeing the plug up her ass.
He thumped on it, moved it around. Her insides tightened as he worked it out,
worked it back in. Then, after a few minutes, he took it out totally.
Stay here. She heard him walk, heard running water. And then he was back.
Up. He tapped the flogger strands against her thighs. Then he pointed it
toward the fucking machine. Climb aboard.
Calliope stared at the device. She d never used anything like it, or even seen
one used. She held out her bound hands in supplication. Are you going to untie
me?
No. He inclined his head. Go.
It was awkward, putting one leg over the bench. There was a leather cushion
on the main board. She settled herself on it, and he tapped the flogger against her
ass.
Settle your pussy at the end. She scooted down as he asked. Now lie down.
The bench wasn t that wide, and it wasn t very comfortable. Her trepidation
lessened as he stroked her behind. Her nerves shot back up when he secured the
ropes she wore to the floor, locking her in place.
Her legs were spread wide, and her breasts hung down on either side of the
seat, which was wider at the bottom than it was at the top. She could hear him
working behind her, adjusting things.
The flogger appeared in front of her lips. She kissed it before he asked, and he
patted her head as if in reward.
Then she felt the cold tip of a dildo at the opening to her pussy. She closed her
eyes, letting the pleasure of it seep into her as he worked it inside her. Then it
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started to move. Fast. The sound of the machine whirling filled the room, and
Calliope bit back a groan.
It felt wonderful.
Make noise for me, treat. He trailed the strands of the flogger up and down
her back. I want to hear the moans of pleasure, and the cries of your pain as the
leather bites into your ass. I want to know you re enjoying it.
Calliope started to groan and writhe against the artificial cock in her pussy.
Silas was gently slapping the flogger against her ass, the strands kissing her more
than biting. She wiggled and moved.
And then he struck. The first slap of the leather was hard. The second hard.
Calliope cried out as the sting spread through her. He slapped the leather against
her ass again. And again. And again.
So good. So good. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to float as the
flogging grew more intense, the strikes coming down faster, harder.
She could hear Silas, praising her for making so much noise, commanding her
to move her hips more. The dildo inside her began to move faster, and Calliope felt
the beginnings of a powerful orgasm build.
Sir Silas, may I come?
You may not.
Sir, please! She screamed out as the leather hit her harder than ever.
I said no.
Pinpricks of painful pleasure roared through her. She had to come. She thrust
back as far as her bonds would allow, and the flogger struck over and over. The air
seemed to grow thinner as Calliope floated. She screamed and moaned as she
moved. Damn, it felt so fucking good and
Come. She heard his command, let herself go. Her body tightened as the
climax took over every inch of her body. She quivered from head to toe. The strands
struck her ass, her lower back, and her thighs.
Then they slowed gentle leather kisses replacing the hard strikes.
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Yes, Sir. He stood, then leaned over and kissed the top of her head before he
strode toward the stairs.
Calliope watched him, even though she was sure he had probably meant for
her to keep her gaze down. When he disappeared into the dungeon, she looked down
at her bound hands, at the rope that hung between them. She d never experienced
anything like this before.
Henry had been her Master, yes. He d fed her by hand; bound her to their bed
at night; and given her the utmost in pleasure by providing her with the extreme
pleasures that she craved.
She d been so inexperienced when they started out, though, and she d been so
in love with him that she would have done anything he asked, no matter what. Was
that the way it was supposed to be, or was she supposed to ask questions this time?
Master of the Sun 127
Ask about limits? Ask about specific events? She wasn t sure, and there really
wasn t anyone she could ask.
Except Silas. He would tell her the truth, she knew. Did she ask him now, or
did she wait until she d made a decision? If she asked him now, she could tell him
she needed his answers to help form a decision. What would happen if she asked
him later, after she d decided she wanted to stay, and he told her things she didn t
want to hear?
Fear shot through her, and she twitched. The plug inside her ass shifted, and
she groaned. The truth was she was frightened of falling for him and then losing
him. She couldn t go through what she d gone through the last year and a half
again.
She thought of Gloria, who had lost two husbands. How had she managed to
bounce back so well? Maybe Calliope needed to talk with her.
You re deep in thought. Silas stroked the back of her hair, and she turned to
look at him. She hadn t even heard him come down the stairs. Can you smell the
pizza?
She sniffed. It smells heavenly.
It will be, even if I do say so myself. It should be close to done. Let s go into
the kitchen and eat.
She was hungry, for food and for information. She felt the need to ask some
questions, but now was not the time. He helped her to stand, and she shuffled into
the kitchen, wondering if she should ask after dinner and before the whipping, or
afterward.
Don t push it. Best to just let it take its course. The right time will present itself
for your questions, and you ll know when that is.
* * *
Silas sat in a chair, watching her intently as she washed the dishes. They d
eaten a very leisurely dinner, talking quite a lot about the hotel and the upcoming
opening and how he was worried the ghost issue wouldn t be solved.
I think Stacee s going to figure it out, she said as she swirled the water
around. Do you agree, Sir?
Yes, I think she ll help. I just hope it doesn t take too long.
He still had the flogger attached to his belt, and despite the fact they d just
eaten, she wanted nothing more than to bend over the table and feel the hard bite of
leather against her skin.
There s something about watching a naked woman, with a fully-stuffed ass,
doing the dishes in my kitchen. You make me hard, treat.
Thank you, Sir Silas.
You re welcome. He undid the flogger before he sat forward and twirled it in
his hands. The strands swirled as his hands moved. You still want this?
128 Melinda Barron
Yes, Sir.
How much? Damn, her pussy was now as wet as the water her bound hands
were in.
Very much, Sir.
He continued swirling the flogger. Then hurry up.
She did as he asked, feeling as if she were a superhero as she moved around
the kitchen. Before long it was spotless. She dried her hands, then knelt before him.
My delicious treat.
Now? Should she ask him the questions that swirled in her mind? Or would
that ruin the mood?
Let s go upstairs. She trotted behind him as he walked. It was fine with her
that the game plan had changed, that he wanted to flog her rather than relax in
front of the TV.
The first thing he did when they got upstairs was bend her over a spanking
bench. He gently caressed both globes, then spread them. His deep groan let her
know how much he enjoyed seeing the plug up her ass.
He thumped on it, moved it around. Her insides tightened as he worked it out,
worked it back in. Then, after a few minutes, he took it out totally.
Stay here. She heard him walk, heard running water. And then he was back.
Up. He tapped the flogger strands against her thighs. Then he pointed it
toward the fucking machine. Climb aboard.
Calliope stared at the device. She d never used anything like it, or even seen
one used. She held out her bound hands in supplication. Are you going to untie
me?
No. He inclined his head. Go.
It was awkward, putting one leg over the bench. There was a leather cushion
on the main board. She settled herself on it, and he tapped the flogger against her
ass.
Settle your pussy at the end. She scooted down as he asked. Now lie down.
The bench wasn t that wide, and it wasn t very comfortable. Her trepidation
lessened as he stroked her behind. Her nerves shot back up when he secured the
ropes she wore to the floor, locking her in place.
Her legs were spread wide, and her breasts hung down on either side of the
seat, which was wider at the bottom than it was at the top. She could hear him
working behind her, adjusting things.
The flogger appeared in front of her lips. She kissed it before he asked, and he
patted her head as if in reward.
Then she felt the cold tip of a dildo at the opening to her pussy. She closed her
eyes, letting the pleasure of it seep into her as he worked it inside her. Then it
Master of the Sun 129
started to move. Fast. The sound of the machine whirling filled the room, and
Calliope bit back a groan.
It felt wonderful.
Make noise for me, treat. He trailed the strands of the flogger up and down
her back. I want to hear the moans of pleasure, and the cries of your pain as the
leather bites into your ass. I want to know you re enjoying it.
Calliope started to groan and writhe against the artificial cock in her pussy.
Silas was gently slapping the flogger against her ass, the strands kissing her more
than biting. She wiggled and moved.
And then he struck. The first slap of the leather was hard. The second hard.
Calliope cried out as the sting spread through her. He slapped the leather against
her ass again. And again. And again.
So good. So good. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to float as the
flogging grew more intense, the strikes coming down faster, harder.
She could hear Silas, praising her for making so much noise, commanding her
to move her hips more. The dildo inside her began to move faster, and Calliope felt
the beginnings of a powerful orgasm build.
Sir Silas, may I come?
You may not.
Sir, please! She screamed out as the leather hit her harder than ever.
I said no.
Pinpricks of painful pleasure roared through her. She had to come. She thrust
back as far as her bonds would allow, and the flogger struck over and over. The air
seemed to grow thinner as Calliope floated. She screamed and moaned as she
moved. Damn, it felt so fucking good and
Come. She heard his command, let herself go. Her body tightened as the
climax took over every inch of her body. She quivered from head to toe. The strands
struck her ass, her lower back, and her thighs.
Then they slowed gentle leather kisses replacing the hard strikes.
Don t stop, she whispered. More, please. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]