Chapter 5

Sunny couldn't muster so muchas a murmur as he draped her over the strange little padded bench. She was nearly purring as he bent her body forward to hug the smooth leather. She didn't protest the straps he sealed around her ankles or wrists. Whatever he wanted, she would do. She'd never before experienced the depth of pure pleasure he'd just given her. And she knew he was only getting started.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, kneeling naked beside her.

When she couldn't muster a response, he chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ears, waiting patiently for her answer.

She turned her head and sleepily blinked her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

"De nada. The pleasure was mine."

His smile was strained, and she could understand why. Glancing lower, she noted the angry redness of his erection, the bubble of cream poised atop his slit. "Your turn, I suppose," she said with a dreamy smile.

"Not until you are ready for more."

Her attention caught, she glanced down at her wrists. "I will need these?"

"I need them."

"It pleases you to see me helpless?"

His smile turned rueful. "If I answer you yes, you will once again wonder how damaged I must be."

"I wouldn't think that. I'm just curious."

His smile softened. "How do you feel?"

"I'm not uncomfortable."

"No, how do you feel? Other than curious."

Looking inward, she brushed past the luscious lethargy his lovemaking had induced. "I feel…free." Her lips twitched. "Strange, right?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. Restraint should never harm, and I wouldn't want you to fear it. Subs, natural ones, love them because when they surrender to restraint, they are freed of the instinctual obligation to protect themselves or return pleasure with action. It's a gift. One I offer you now."

"What about your pleasure?" she asked, staring pointedly at his turgid cock.

Mondo caressed her cheek. His eyes simmered with heat. "I'm not a boy, not a selfish man. I would ready you to experience more pleasure. I've done this long enough to know that delaying my orgasm will only increase its strength." Darting a glance downward, he gave his cock a slow stroke. "Not that the sight of you doesn't tempt me."

Her cheeks flushed. "What now?"

"I think I'll introduce you to my favorite flogger."

Her breath caught.

"This first time, there will be no real pain. Just warmth. I'll be gentle."

She shook her head. "And if I want more?"

"We'll see. Have you ever been flogged or spanked?"

Sunny cleared her throat. "Once, I asked a boyfriend to spank me. He wanted to oblige, but his taps didn't do a thing for me. I never asked again because we were both embarrassed by the experience."

Mondo grunted, likely intuiting that she'd been put off trying it again, even with someone else, because she'd thought there was something wrong with her. "There's no shame in wanting to explore, sweetheart. But you need a partner who understands what excites you."

Her nose wrinkled. "Hard to fix when I don't understand what I need."

His thumb stroked her bottom lip. "You don't have to figure it out alone."

Something inside her shifted. Relaxed. She wasn't alone, and if she read the subtext right, she didn't have to take responsibility for her own pleasure. He'd guide her. Sunny smiled. "I'm glad I came."

"So am I."

He rose and walked to the pegboard where his implements hung. He chose a flogger with red strands, the handle wrapped in black leather. Without even feeling the first stroke, her pussy moistened. When he turned, the size of his erection struck her again and made her wish he'd forego instruction in favor of letting her have a taste. She'd love the chance to return the favor, but on further thought, the idea of going down on him was intimidating. She was far from an expert, and again, she worried her inexperience would disappoint him.

When he strode behind her, she could no longer see him. Resting her cheek on cool leather, she waited, nerves tuning to the sounds he made, his bare feet shuffling on the carpet, the snap of the flogger as he flicked it against something, not her.

But then he ran the soft strands down her back and over her buttocks. They felt almost as soft as velvet. They lifted away, and the first lash landed—a gentle brush high on one buttock. The lash was followed by another gentle swish on the opposite side. And so he began brushing soft strokes that lulled her into a lazy, dreamy haze. The sensation was drugging, like having someone else brush her hair. Her eyelids dipped, and she hummed with pleasure. Left side, right side, the rhythm like the soft sway of a boat on a placid lake. Soothed into complacency, she jerked when one stroke bit into her fleshy bottom.

Sunny raised her head and tried to look back, but the next and next lashes stung as well. Wide awake, she contemplated complaining, but just as quickly as those had landed, he went back to softer strokes, and her heartbeats evened out again.

He paused, glided a large, hot palm over her skin, and traced a finger along a stinging welt. "You're doing well," he said in that deep, lightly accented voice of his that turned her on more than any vibrator she'd ever tried.

She didn't want him to stop. She wanted more praise and more biting strokes. But she didn't know what he expected of her. If she begged, would he stop? So she held still, barely breathing. Waiting.

Again, he brushed her buttocks with the flogger, left to right. This time, she didn't drift. She waited for the heavier flicks, anticipation making her so tense her thighs trembled.

A lash tapped her labia, and she groaned. She inched apart her knees, just as far as the bench and the restraints would allow, and sank again against the butter-soft leather.

Strokes landed on the backs of her thighs, the outermost curve of her buttocks. A swat laid the flanges lengthwise along her pussy. The gentle swish made her wonder what a flick would feel like there, but she didn't have long to wait. The cut edges of the flogger stung her high atop her hooded clit.

Her sex throbbed, her clit grew rigid, and moisture dribbled, cooling her cunt as the air-conditioned air wafted against it.

Something dropped to the carpet. Plastic crinkled. Latex snapped. His hands were on her bottom again, separating the globes. She buried her face against the leather the moment his breath gusted against her sex.

A long, wet lap, clit to asshole, traced the center of her. He lingered over her forbidden hole, his tongue rimming her.

She didn't dare clench, although she wanted to. God, how she wanted to. But he'd know how shocked she was and also how much she loved the sensation of his wet tongue swirling there.

Then suddenly, the rasp of Velcro broke the silence. Her legs were freed. He bent over her, his body gliding on her well-oiled skin. He released her hands and gripped her waist, drawing back and bringing her upright. He turned her, hefted her up into his arms, and stalked toward the narrow bed tucked into one corner of the room.

Sunny didn't draw a deep breath until he laid her on crisp, cool sheets. Her entire body was taut, her skin on fire from blushes and arousal. He stood looking down for a long, charged moment and then glanced over his shoulder, making a cutting motion over his throat.

She didn't have time to ponder what that meant, though, because he turned and knelt on the side of the mattress, urging her thighs apart with his strong hands, and then climbed between them.

When he lowered his body over hers, she nearly wept. The entire evening had been leading to this. One long seduction that had left her shaking and so aroused she ached.

Her clit was swollen. Pulsing. Her pussy was so wet moisture leaked to the sheets beneath her. But she didn't care. She opened her arms, accepting his weight, mewing with anxiety and desperation for the contact of his soft chest hair and heavy muscle to cover her.

Her legs opened further without any conscious thought from her. Her knees rose, cupping the sides of his lean hips.

"Do you want this, querida?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered, surrendering herself to the moment and him.

"I'm out of patience. Lo siento," he whispered back.

"Don't be sorry. Can't you tell how much I want this? Mondo, I ache."

He gave her his full weight, his elbows at either side of her shoulders, his hands framing her face. "You've enchanted me."

Her lips curved. "I'm not taking all the blame here."

"No? You entered my club. My house. You gave me everything I asked of you tonight—your sweet submission, your passion." He leaned on one elbow and ran a hand from her breast to her hip. His fingers slipped beneath her bottom, and he squeezed one buttock. "I'm holding onto my sanity by a thread."

The evidence of his desire was a thick, steely column trapped between them. She undulated her belly, grinding against it.

"Please, Master," she said, calling him the name he hadn't asked for, but that felt right. She sensed it was a trigger for him. The word certainly excited her because it elicited all kinds of naughty thoughts—of her bound and blindfolded, bent over a sawhorse with a crowd gathered around a well-lit stage. Of him taking her however he wished as a spotlight gilded his caramel skin. And although those images were only fantasies, not something she was anywhere near ready to explore, she begged again, "Please," because if he didn't take her, she felt as though she'd die. Sunny had never wanted anything or anyone as much as she did this man right now.

He shifted and lifted his hips. His cock nudged between her legs, and her patience snapped. She reached with both hands to grip his shaft and part her folds to guide him straight inside her.

His chuckle gusted against her face, but she didn't smile at him because he lifted his belly and rose on his arms, affording her a glimpse between their bodies, and she was arrested by the sight of him thrusting into her.

Her fingers slid away from his cock as he pushed inward. But she kept her folds parted, not wanting any interference with her view or his advance.

His cloaked cock was thick, veins bulging around the straight column. As the blunt, broad head forged through her tender channel, it stretched her, churning in and out with short, steady plunges.

Already, the fullness left her breathless. At last, she pulled her hand from between them, enjoying another layer of pressure as her labia stretched around him, sucking at his cock.

One last plunge and he was finally fully seated inside her. Their glances rose and locked. He lowered on his arms to rest against her.

She was panting, her breaths so shallow she gulped twice for more air. "You're here," she said inanely.

But his slow smile said he understood. His arms encircled her, and he rolled them to their sides. She straightened her legs and slid one over his hip. They eyed each other quietly.

She reveled in the joining of their bodies and hoped he did, too. Connected, she felt his heartbeats in the internal pulsing of his cock. His skin was hot against hers. His muscular arms provided a comforting embrace.

"I'll let you catch your breath," he murmured and leaned toward her to kiss her mouth.

The kiss was surprisingly tender and soft. Exploratory. He simply rubbed his lips against hers and then began to lap at them. She opened her mouth, inviting him in. When his tongue touched hers, she gave a little moan. The moment was perfection.

He drew back and kissed the tip of her nose and then her cheek. "Ready?"

Before she nodded, he began gliding, short thrusts that stoked the fire already burning inside her. But their position also frustrated because their movement was restricted.

She thought she'd hidden her grimace, but he smiled and tapped her nose. "Complaining already?"

"I'd never do that." After all, she'd given him the lead.

They rolled again. He withdrew. She was on her back for all of a second before he turned her, urging her onto her belly. He lifted her hips, reached for the pillow, and pushed it beneath her. "Let me do the work," he said, a smile in his voice.

Since her legs were Jell-O anyway, she didn't offer a word of protest. Instead, she let him arrange her body for his pleasure, her rump raised, her knees spread far apart, her chest against the sheets.

A hand cupped her sex. He inserted a finger, then two. She sighed when he licked her, tonguing her clit, content as a well-fed kitten to let him play.

Soon enough, he shifted behind her. His broad tip pushed against her and slid deep. Reflexively, her lips cinched around him, squeezing to hold him inside.

A clap landed on one cheek, and she pushed up on her arms and aimed a mock glare over her shoulder. What she saw started her heart thudding hard inside her chest.

He withdrew and held up a black rubber object in his hand. One she recognized because it had been described in loving detail in a book she'd just read. A plug. In the other hand, he dangled a tube of lubricant.

"Where were you hiding those?"

"They were in a drawer beneath the bed. I like to keep them handy. This one's very small. It shouldn't cause you too much discomfort."

Her jaw dropped, and she whipped her head forward. He'd said he wanted to play there, but she'd thought he meant in some future encounter. A slick of gel was laid against her hole. A finger spread it, circling.

This time, she didn't even try to stop the instinctive clench.

He tsked behind her and pushed the tip of a finger against the tight little ring, entering her.

The sensation was foreign. Lurid. But she couldn't say a word. Her breath caught and held as he stroked that thick digit into her ass. The sensitive ring cinched tightly around him, trying to eject him.

"Breathe, querida. Deep breaths. Relax your pretty puckered hole for me."

"Don't talk about it," she blurted, relieved he couldn't see the heat spreading across her cheeks.

More goo was pushed inside her. Fingers pinched her open. A cool, lubed tip pressed against her opening.

"Relax. I'll put it inside, and then I'll see to your next orgasm."

"You haven't had your first," she said in a rush as the slender plug was pushed deeper.

"Not your worry. This is pleasurable for me."

"How?" Irritation mixed with anxiety freed her tongue. "It's not like it's your…dick…inside me."

"I enjoy your gasps. Your quivers. They excite me because I know you're growing excited by this."

"Probably not the same kind of excitement," she said, hissing the last word as the plug widened, stretching her past comfort.

At last, the plug narrowed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But it was snugly lodged where things weren't supposed to be lodged. And he was no doubt looking right at it.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Sunny groaned and dropped her head to the bedding.

Chuckles sounded, but her embarrassment was forgotten when he slid his cock into her pussy again. Now stretched in two places, there was a definite burning sensation there between her legs. Not completely unpleasant, but she knew she'd be sore the next day.

Slow, deep glides followed. He squeezed her hips, guiding her forward and back. The motions were not the least like a boat on a placid lake because now she knew a storm was approaching.

On his next inward plunge, her pussy constricted around him. Inside her, rippling convulsions began, tightening her engorged walls around him and making her excruciatingly aware of the thickness lodged in her rear hole.

Her ass burned. Her inner channel was hot with friction despite the fresh wash of her arousal coating it and him. The sounds he made, entering her, drawing away, were lusciously wet. His strokes gained strength and speed, rocking her body, and her nipples scraped on the sheets as he shoved her forward and back.

Slowly, her mind was consumed with the sensations, layers of texture, of heat. The thick cock burrowing inside her was so pleasurable, so firm and strong, she wished the motions would never stop.

And then he shoved deeper and ground against her. He slid a hand around her belly and dove between her legs. Wet fingers circled her clit and plucked at it. He squeezed his fingers around the bud and then shifted his grip to the base. Her erect little clit throbbed, grew impossibly engorged, and suddenly, her arousal wound like a spring inside her, tighter and tighter.

"Mondo…God," she gasped.

"Not yet, chica. Wait."

He continued to manipulate her clit, the press of his fingers rhythmic, as though he was milking it, while he continued to rock shallowly, tunneling into her cunt.

"God, fuck, I can't," she said, rolling her cheeks on the cool bedding. "I can't, oh please." She mewled and groaned, then jammed her hips backward against his. "Please, please, please."

He released her clit and slid soaked fingers over the swollen nubbin, circling, circling. "Now, querida. Now."

He pulled his fingers away, withdrew his cock, and then slammed back into her, the force causing her breath to gust. Again and again, he gave her those strong, targeted thrusts, and at last, she sailed right over the edge.

"Yes, oh, yes," she chanted, gripping the sheet. The pressure inside her exploded, and goose bumps prickled her skin as a wash of release swept over her, stiffening her from her pussy outward and making her legs and torso shiver.

One long, keening moan leaked slowly from her throat as the orgasm spasmed inside her, robbing her of her mind.

How long they rocked together, she didn't know. She hadn't heard his shout but rather felt it. Still erect, his cock continued to rock inside her, but he was slowing, the motions comforting now.

When he ground to a halt and pulled away, his cock fell from inside her. Immediately, she missed the fullness, even though her tender tissues inside were rubbed raw. Settling against the pillow beneath her hips, her thighs still splayed, she didn't care how she looked. She was boneless. Replete.

The bed shifted. He padded away. The sound of water running came from across the room, but she couldn't muster the curiosity to see what he was up to.

When he touched her with a wet terry cloth between her legs, she was too enervated to be embarrassed about the fact he was cleaning her up.

Not until she felt the tug on the anal plug did she stir. It hurt coming out. She hissed a breath.

A moment later, a warm cloth cleansed her, and Sunny groaned. Tears pricked her eyes because the extreme intimacy had been bearable while she'd been aroused, but not now. Now, she needed privacy. To be away from his charismatic aura. He made nasty, invasive things seem so normal, but she feared once she was home and had time to think about everything that had happened, she'd burn with humiliation. No matter how tender he was with her now.

Had her loneliness pushed her to this extreme? She was no longer sure she wanted this.

Mondo finished with the cloth and rubbed a cooling ointment against her tender orifice.

Again, she hissed, but the ointment soothed and numbed.

"I'll give you this tube to take home," he said. And then he let out a sigh. His hands left her. "You're so quiet. Are you feeling regret?"

Sunny blew a breath between her lips and blinked away the moisture from her eyes. Then she slowly turned, pulling at the sheet to cover herself as she sat. "I think I'm just tired," she said, thinking it was a lie to put off admitting how accurately he'd guessed but realizing it was true. She was bone-weary.

Slowly, she raised her face to look at his. His expression was carefully neutral. His eyes shuttered. He gave her a slight nod. "I'll leave you to get dressed, and then I'll take you home."

She shook her head. "I drove here in my own car. No need."

His jaw firmed. "You're not driving. I'll have Pansy take you."

Because she hadn't the energy to argue, she nodded.

Mondo straightened his shoulders. He gave her a crooked smile. "We'll talk another time."

He gathered clothing from a cupboard and left. She pushed back the sheet and lowered her feet to the carpet, wincing when she stood. Every muscle in her body felt strained. She'd never been fucked so thoroughly. Internally, she still burned, and her clit and labia were swollen. Just the action of walking made her hyper-aware of the swelling between her legs.

She relieved herself in a toilet behind a moveable blind and then dressed. As she pulled on her black blouse, the door opened behind her. She glanced back to find Pansy there, fully dressed and with a soft smile on her face. She held up a set of car keys and a purse—Sunny's. Although how she'd retrieved them from the locker where Sunny had secured them, she didn't want to know.

Although curiosity gleamed in the other woman's eyes, Sunny ignored the urge to confide. Instead, she held out her hand for her purse, removed a tube of lip gloss, and applied it to her ravaged mouth.

"Mondo's concerned about you," Pansy said, her tone tentative.

Sunny drew a breath and met her gaze. "I need a little alone time."

Pansy nodded. "It's a lot to take in. The club. Mondo. He's an intense kind of guy. A little overwhelming."

Sunny gave a soft snort. "I asked for everything he gave me, but I don't know how I'll face him again. I've never…" She shook her head, feeling tears well again. "I don't know why I feel this way."

"What way is that?"

"I'm not sure. He…I… I let go. Gave myself over to him. And now, I feel…different, somehow. But it's not real, is it? I shouldn't read too much into what he did or said, should I? It's just a role he plays."

Pansy's eyebrows furrowed. "Mondo likes you. The fact he took you here when you haven't any training whatsoever shocked the crap out of most of the people out there who know how he operates. And by the look of him just now…" Pansy bit her lip. "I shouldn't tell you. It feels like I'm invading his privacy, and he's a friend—a good friend—but he looked…shattered."

Sunny swayed on her feet. The word described exactly how she felt. "Well, I have to go home."

"Sure." Pansy's easy smile returned. "Would you like to avoid the salon? I'll take you out the back."

Grateful her new friend seemed to understand her need for privacy, Sunny gave her an answering smile. "Please. And Pansy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Thank you for…this."

Pansy grunted. "Tell me that tomorrow. Over coffee. After you've slept and don't feel quite so weepy. I'll believe you then."