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  “Better now?”

  I nod, unable to form words quite yet.

  “Time to remove these.”

  I flinch as he flicks my right nipple, and realize I’d almost forgotten about the tight clamps gripping my hard buds. Almost, not quite.

  “I can take the clamps off quickly, which hurts a lot but is soon over with. Or slowly, which is less painful, but lasts longer. Any preference?”

  “No, Sir. You do what you think is best.”

  “Wise girl. I’ll be quick then. Hold still.”

  Despite my best intentions, I squeal as the first clamp comes off and the blood supply is suddenly restored. Expecting this and ready for me, Dan’s palm is across my mouth, not hard, but enough to muffle the sound.

  “Rosie’s asleep. We don’t want to scare anyone, do we? Okay now?”

  I nod, and he lifts his hand away.

  “Next one?”

  “Yes. Please, just do it, Sir.”

  Moments later his hand covers my mouth again as I can’t restrain my scream. This is worse, much worse than the pressure he exerted as he applied the clamps, but it is mercifully swift. Dan tosses both nipple clamps onto the bedside table before applying his clever hands to my breasts, massaging both to draw the blood flow back and relieve the pain. It feels heavenly. I arch happily under his touch.

  “You love this, don’t you, my sweet slut.”

  “I do, Sir.” No point in being coy at this stage in proceedings. Not at any stage, really. Here goes… “I’d love it even more if you’d fuck me, Sir.”

  “Great minds think alike, little sub. Roll over.”

  Or fools seldom differ, but who am I to argue?

  “What about the other thing?”

  “Other thing? Are you by some chance referring to my beautiful gold clit clip, the clit clip I bought especially for you and which is even now adorning your exquisitely hot and wet little tush? Would it be that thing you mean?”

  “It would, Sir. Gold?”

  “Yes, gold, you mercenary girl. And since you’ve asked, I want you to keep my gift on for a bit longer. Be careful you don’t dislodge it when you move. Maybe you should close your legs.”

  “Makes a change, I suppose.” I’m muttering to myself as I roll onto my side, then gingerly try to rearrange my body as instructed. I’m aching, and everything’s awkward without the use of my hands. And while not uncomfortable exactly, I’m acutely conscious of the clip gripping my clit and the little dangling beads brushing against my delicate lips.

  “Did you say something, slut?”

  “No, Sir.” My words are muffled as my cheek rests on the pillow. I’m unable to raise myself up onto all fours with my hands tied. He clearly has no intention of releasing me just yet, though he does test the restraints.

  “Still comfortable?”

  “Not really, Sir. My shoulders ache.”

  “Pity. Still, I’ll make it worth your while. Arse in the air please.”

  I comply without making any comment, my weight tilted forward onto my shoulders. Dan grabs a couple of pillows and shoves them under my stomach. It makes no real difference to my comfort but ensures I won’t be lowering my bum any time soon.

  “I intend to fuck your arse. Will you scream, do you think?”

  “I hope not, Sir.”

  “If you think you might scream, I want to know now and I’ll gag you. I do not want you waking up the whole bloody house.”

  Well maybe you shouldn’t make me scream so loud then…

  “I think the gag, Sir.” I’d hoped to avoid this. The prospect of a gag scares me. What if I need to safe word? What if I can’t breathe? I voice my fears.

  “You’ll be fine. I’ll check with you regularly.” Dan sounds relaxed and certain of himself and his ability to take care of me.

  He’s given me no cause yet to doubt that and his confidence is reassuring. Maybe. A little. He continues, “And with the gag you’ll be able to relax, you won’t have to concentrate on keeping quiet. Open your mouth please.”

  Obedient submissive that I’ve become, despite my reluctance I part my lips and he pushes a scarf between my teeth. There’s a knot in the middle, and this rests on my tongue, effectively silencing me. It doesn’t restrict my breathing, but I hate it. I turn to bury my face in the pillow beneath me.

  “Face the side please. I want to be able to see how you’re doing.”

  I do as I’m told, feeling distinctly miserable. This is awful. I just want it to be over. Dan lifts my hair from my face.

  “Tears, love?”

  I can’t answer, can’t apologize, can’t attempt to explain. And I suspect that crying while gagged will not end well. Running on sheer willpower now I suppress my aversion and bring my breathing under control.

  “Good girl. Now the fun starts. Plenty of lube, I think.”

  And he’s right. Incredibly, despite my hatred for the gag, the fun does indeed start the moment he inserts a lubricated fingertip into my anus. The muscle reacts immediately, slackening to allow entry. He pushes and his finger slides inside. He swirls it around, spreading the lube and loosening my entrance. I groan against the gag, the sound absorbed and deadened by the fabric. As if rewarding me for my cooperative response Dan reaches around me with his other hand to rub my engorged clit. The beads swing, brushing and tickling, and my clit stands to attention as he strums gently. It feels quite, quite wonderful.

  He slides two fingers into my arse, twisting and scissoring to open my entrance. A third joins them, and he thrusts slowly to ensure my readiness. The finger on my clit combined with the lubing brings me rushing back to the brink of orgasm, and he’s right about the liberating effect of the gag. I’m not able to tell him my release is close, but he knows anyway and slows his thrusting.

  “Ready now, I think. Are you okay?”

  I nod, and I mean it. I am okay.

  He withdraws his fingers, and I turn my head to watch him as he unfastens his jeans. At first I assume he’s just going to free his cock and fuck me fully dressed, but he doesn’t do that. He undresses completely, taking his time and allowing me to look my fill. Despite his leisurely approach it is only a couple of minutes later when he extracts a condom from the bedside drawer and rips the foil. Sheathing himself swiftly he positions himself behind me. He inserts two fingers again, just to make sure, then the head of his thick cock is at my entrance.

  “Slowly at first. I’ll take good care of you, girl.”

  I close my eyes, settling in. I know he will look after me, I’m safe.

  He eases his cock into my arse, inch by slow inch, his fingers caressing the delicate skin around my anus as he penetrates me. I feel cared for, adored. Loved even. Totally helpless, vulnerable, submissive. I surrender completely as his cock finally slides home. And I know, in that moment of intimate, sensual connection, I’m in love with Dan Riche.

  I’m close to orgasm, very close, and I start to come almost as soon as he enters me fully. Dan doesn’t seem to mind, heightens my response by flicking my clit again and murmuring encouragement. My pussy clenches on emptiness, but the fullness in my arse more than makes up for that. It feels wicked. The sensation is decadent and delightfully sinful, the hated gag just adding to the spice now. This orgasm is powerful, the intensity seemingly magnified by all the whistles and bells. He knows just how to play me, just what to do to coax and drag every shred of response from me. He seems to shoot past all my defenses, tossing my fears and anxieties and hang-ups aside. He sets me free.

  And I feel free, supremely and brilliantly liberated as the waves of my orgasm cascade through my body. I’m clenching, shuddering in release, all the while silenced by the gag when I would have screamed my joy in this moment. Dan thrusts long and slow and deep, his strokes even as my body stretches to accept and glory in this intrusion. As the climax passes I let my weight rest entirely on the pillows under me. I feel light-headed, boneless, more than a little stunned at the intensity of the feeling.

  Dan reaches down
to hook his hands under my shoulders and pulls me up against his chest. Still sunk deep inside me, he eases me up to straddle his knees, holding me in place with one arm across my chest while he arranges my legs on either side of his. I’m opened, available, totally his to touch, to use, to fuck. He turns on the bed, carrying me with him, to face the floor-length mirror fastened to one wall. My eyes are drawn to the tableau, the scarf he’s used to gag me a shock of crimson across my face. My nipples are still swollen and erect, almost as bright red as the gag, and I can clearly see the beads dangling from my clit. When I’m waxed, the view will be even more alluring.

  “You’re so beautiful, Summer. Everywhere. Inside and out. And so courageous you take my breath away. What can I do for you now, I wonder?”

  Who knows? Surely there’s nothing left.

  Wrong!

  Two fingers plunging into my pussy quickly rekindle my interest. With his customary unerring accuracy Dan finds and caresses my G-spot. I can’t manage to keep my eyes open as the sensation builds and grasps me once more. I’d thought I was spent, nothing left. I was wrong. I rest my head against his shoulder, unable to stop myself gyrating and writhing on his cock. Dan allows it, permits me to increase the friction enough to climax again, less powerfully this time but all the sweeter for the intimacy of our connection. This is for me, all for me. Dan is demanding, totally dominant, sometimes intimidating. But he’s generous too, gentle when he needs to be, and completely focused on my pleasure right now.

  I drink it in, savor his gift as my release overwhelms me again, before sliding away like a liquid caress. I’m warm, soft and pliable, his to fuck as he likes, my surrender total.

  Dan lowers me back until my shoulders are resting on the bed again, my knees still bent and my bum still lifted for his pleasure. And now it’s his turn. He withdraws until only the head of his cock is still inside me before thrusting deep again. This time he plunges hard and fast, but I’m so ready for him it doesn’t hurt me. He drives his cock in and out of my arse easily, each stroke filling me delightfully. I squeeze around him as his increasingly fevered moans tell me he’s close. With a shout of “holy fuck” he’s there. His final thrust is hard and sharp, then he holds still deep inside as his semen spurts to fill the condom. It occurs to me that he’s not been exactly silent himself, but on reflection I have no complaints.

  * * * *

  “Am I forgiven? For the gag?”

  I’m lying across Dan’s chest, his arms around me as we snuggle together in his bed. The crimson scarf is on the floor, the clit clip safely deposited in a small tray on the bedside table. Nine karat gold. Wow!

  “Ask me in the morning. I’m too tired to think right now.”

  “I’m asking you now. You can start by telling me you’re okay. I want to know.”

  “Yes, I’m okay. Very okay.” I try to burrow deeper into his chest.

  “And the gag? How do you feel about that?”

  It seems I’m not going to sleep any time soon. Dan’s tone has developed that firm edge I recognize, that timbre that tells me I will be answering his questions. And I’ll be giving him his answers now, no matter how sleepy I am. I take a moment or two to rake my scattered thoughts and impressions into something resembling coherence.

  “I hated it at first. But when we got started, I sort of forgot it was there.”

  “Why did you hate it?”

  “Mostly because it scared me. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe.”

  “I was watching you the whole time, making sure you were safe. I’ll never put you in danger, or harm you. But I will scare you. Again and again. Are you still up for that?” His palm circles my back, between my shoulder blades. His touch is soothing despite his hardening tone.

  “I know you won’t harm me. I do, really…”

  “Don’t hedge, Summer. Answer my question.” The palm ceases its calming caress as he lifts his hand to tangle in my hair.

  He gently tilts my head back so I’m looking up at him. His eyes are dark, intense and serious. And he’s waiting for my answer.

  “Yes, I am up for it. Sir.” My voice is soft, little more than a whisper.

  He smiles at me, his expression softening, reassuring me despite the threat implied in his words.

  “I’m glad. I appreciate that you’re inexperienced, but you’re learning fast and I intend to push you hard. Even harder than I have up to now. And the best orgasms come after you’ve been scared. Don’t you agree?

  Well, I can’t really argue with that. “I do, Sir, but the gag was still difficult to accept.”

  He nods slightly, quirking one eyebrow. “You did accept it, though. Eventually.”

  “You have a way of distracting me. And you were right about the screaming thing. I didn’t have to concentrate on being quiet. That was good.”

  His grin widens as he leans down to kiss my forehead. “Mmm, you’re not bad yourself. So would you let me gag you again?”

  “Yes, of course. Anything.” I’m surprised he’s even asking, especially as I’ve just more or less given him carte blanche to do whatever he likes to me. He normally just produces whatever he intends to use and orders me to assume the required position.

  “I’ll remind you of that next time you get the wobbles.” He kisses my hair, and the conversation seems to be over.

  He’s disturbed me now though. I’m thoroughly awake and I have another question.

  “When do you leave? Tomorrow I mean.”

  “Not early. I’ll see you off to Leeds, then I’ll be away.”

  “I’ll miss you.” I bury my nose against his shoulder, trying to imagine Black Combe without Dan here.

  “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll be back soon. Ten days at the most I should think. And you’ll be busy. New job and all that.”

  But will he be? I need to ask him something else. For my own peace of mind, I need to know.

  “When you’re at home again, will you go to the club do you think?”

  He stiffens. I feel the shift in his muscles, the slight tightening of his arms around my back. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, but I’m entitled to know. Surely. Especially now.

  He doesn’t reply immediately, but I know he heard me and I don’t repeat my question.

  “No, I won’t be going to the club.” At last, he speaks.

  Thank God! “Good. I mean, I won’t be… I won’t… Well, I won’t either.”

  “Somehow I’d never imagined you would.” He leans down to drop another kiss on my hair.

  “Well, right. But I wanted you to know. And I wondered, well…” This is difficult to put into words.

  “I think I know what you wondered, what’s behind all this. You want to know if this, you and me, is an exclusive arrangement. Am I right?” As usual, Dan helps me out.

  He doesn’t sound aggrieved, doesn’t seem to have taken my question amiss. I’m squirming though. I’ve never been especially at ease around men, well, not before now. Even James was always something of a mystery to me, more a means to an end I now see. But Dan’s different. Dan is more, so much more. I love him, so it’s simple really. And I need to know.

  “Yes, Sir. That’s right.”

  “Well, we are. At least, as far as I’m concerned we are. I don’t object, in principle, to sharing subs as long as everyone’s happy with the arrangement. But I’ve no intention of sharing you.”

  Thank God for that too. “I don’t share either.” No harm in trying for a little assertiveness, even now.

  “Fair enough. We’re agreed then?”

  Wow! Easy as that. “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome. And, thank you, Summer, for raising the issue. I get the impression it wasn’t easy.”

  “No, Sir. I was afraid you’d think I was being pushy. Too demanding. Possessive.”

  “You’re none of those things, Summer. And just in case you have any remaining doubts about this, never be afraid to ask me anything. I may not choose to answer every time, but you are enti
tled to ask your questions. Always. I’m a Dom, but that doesn’t make me aloof or an arrogant bastard. Well, not that arrogant anyway. I won’t be offended, I’m not moody, and I won’t punish you just for being curious or unsure. Talk to me, whenever you need to. Say whatever you need to say.”

  I hesitate for a few moments, taking in what he’s telling me. I have a strong sense of our relationship solidifying around me, around us. A deal has been struck, promises exchanged. At last, I respond. “I see. Thank you, Sir.

  “I think you do. I’m glad. Again, you’re welcome. So, sleep now, little sub?”

  “Mmm.” I snuggle in, one seriously happy and well-fucked submissive. Ten days isn’t really so long.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dan wakes first, but instead of seducing me into another bout of frenzied fucking, which would after all have been so easy, he takes pity on my soreness and settles for licking my clit until I come. Then he does it again, just for good measure, before ambling off downstairs in just his jeans to rustle up coffee and breakfast. He returns with two steaming mugs and a plate of toasted crumpets, dripping with butter. We eat in companionable silence, listening to the house waking up around us. Rapid footsteps on the landing outside signal that Rosie is up and about and hurtling downstairs to be fed. The lighter tread a couple of minutes later is Eva, probably carrying baby Isabella. Dan said that Nathan and Grace were already down in the kitchen when he launched his raid. So that just leaves us languishing in bed.

  I love the quiet intimacy of this breakfast in bed together, the feeling that I’m cared about, and safe. My future seems secure, and I’m happy. Genuinely happy, untroubled. All I need to do now, to complete my sense of well-being, is to somehow get my sisters to come and live here with me. I really have no idea how my mother will react to that proposal. I suppose I’ll have to phone her, go and talk to her even. I don’t relish that prospect, and I just know that this could get ugly. I’m determined to have my way, though, and I’ll fight as dirty as I have to.