Shadows in the Dark (Dark Lotus #1)

22. Brynn

The need to climax nearly overwhelmed me. I knew from Blair’s diary entries, though, that coming without permission from your Dom was a huge no-no. Not only would it change the dynamic between the two of you, potentially permanently, but the disappointment one would feel at letting him down would be difficult to overcome.

His fingers were relentless, working in and out of my drenched channel, while his thumb attacked my clit. Since I was bound to the wooden apparatus, I could do little more than buck my hips. Trying to push him away or to get closer, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that it was taking everything in me to hold on to my control and my body was shaking from exertion.

“Open your eyes, Karma,” he rumbled low. His face was so close, I could feel his breath on my face.

Forcing my eyelids open, I focused on his features and whatever he could see in my gaze seemed to please him. I saw a ghost of a smile flirt with the corner of his mouth just before he adjusted his stance and changed the angle of his hand. My mouth fell open on a shuddering breath. My fingers curled inward toward my palms, my nails digging into my flesh. The bite of pain gave me something else to think about beyond my impending orgasm.

“Sir… p-please… I… please!”

He’d been so confident that he’d make me beg, I should have known better than to think he was boasting.

“Talk to me, Karma. Tell me what you feel. You can speak freely.”

How would I be able to make my tongue move to say anything, much less articulate how and what I was feeling? Not to mention, my brain was about to shut off.

“I… can’t think, Sir. Nothing wants to work right. I just… feel so much. It’s too much and it’s not enough. I want to move away, but I… oh god!... I want to get closer. I want… I want, Sir.”

He lowered his head, biting down on first one nipple, then the other. I heard him swear and I wondered if I was still bleeding. Was that a thing? It had to be a thing. Blair had briefly referenced that Sadists marked a submissive to the point of breaking skin.

He began to scissor his long digits inside my pussy, making me whimper.

“Fuck, I love the noises you make,” he said, lifting his head for just a second before going back to bite my breasts, this time using even more pressure to clamp his teeth harder.

“Keep talking, Karma, I know that busy brain of yours has more in it. Tell me what you want.”

“Y-you, Sir. I want you,” I breathed, releasing a deep, guttural moan when he curled his fingers to make a ‘come here’ motion inside me. My body arched violently, nearly pushing him off and causing me to protest. I felt rather than heard him chuckle but was too far gone attempting to not come without his permission.

“And I want you, Karma. First, I want you to come hard for me. Now.”

It seemed all I needed was that one tiny word to set off a variety of explosions within my body. I screamed over and over again, my climax washing over me like a tidal wave. I rode that wave up to its peak, down to its valley and back up again.

I felt like the air had been squeezed out of my lungs and stars began to swim before my eyes. Never before had I experienced an orgasm like this with a sexual partner. It was like my body had a mind of its own and all I could do was follow it until it came to rest.

I was proud of myself. I had kept my eyes open the entire time, even when I’d been tempted to close them in ecstasy. His fingers were still moving within me, but the pace had slowed, so it was more of a come down than a buildup. Gradually, he stopped, but left his hand right where it was. The edge of his palm was up against my clit, abrading the overly sensitive bud enough to make me wince.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, finally pulling his hand back. I felt bereft… and slightly cold. Goose bumps rose all over my skin and my nipples puckered even more.

Surprising me, he swooped down, laying his tongue flat against my slit and dragging it upward. I felt it once and then it was gone. He straightened upright, his eyes nearly black with desire.

“Even better than I had imagined,” he said, taking two full steps backward so he was no longer close to me.

“Sir?” I questioned.

Was that it? Was the scene over?

My features must have displayed my thoughts. He shook his head, dropping a hand to his erect shaft and stroking it roughly a few times. I could see pre-cum beading at the tip and was desperate to taste it. I even licked my lips imagining that his essence was salty and a bit earthy. He continued to stroke himself, raising the other hand to cup the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, wanting that Dom/sub connection I had read so much about in Blair’s words.

I had the feeling this type of physical touch wasn’t something he normally did, though I had no idea why that impression was so strong in my head.

“You’ve done well, Karma. You please me. Let’s see how well you do for the next round.”

“N-next round, Sir?”

The smile he gave me was practically feral. I began to feel like a rabbit caught in a snare and he was the big bad wolf going to gobble me up.

“Surely you didn’t think that was it? I have plans for you, Karma. Oh, such plans.”

My eyes drifted back down to his cock and I wanted it to be my hand that was encircling his rigid flesh.

“Do you think you deserve this dick, Karma?”

His question startled and confused me. I frowned. “Deserve, Sir?”

“Yes. Do you think you deserve having my dick fuck you so deep that you’ll feel me hit your spine?”

Oh, god. The visuals that just raced through my head. “No. No, Sir. I don’t deserve that dick.”

He nodded, commenting under his breath that I was a fast learner.

“What do you think you need to do to deserve this dick, Karma?”

Fuck. Was this a trick question? Was there a correct answer? Blair didn’t have an entry about this… at least, not one I had run across yet. I had just started the second journal.

“I need to keep pleasing you, Sir?”

“Very good. While I don’t foresee that changing, I will simply remind you of your caution and safe words.”

“Yes, Sir.” What was he going to do now? My eyes darted around the room and I took in the different pieces of furniture, as well as what Blair had referred to a ‘toys’. He had a hell of a lot of toys in this room and it wasn’t hard to believe he had used every single one on his partners. Which one… oh. Oh, no.

He walked to a table where various items had been placed within easy reach. EREBUS69 picked up a wicked looking cane, smacking it against his palm so firmly, the loud noise made me jump. The cuffs around my ankles and wrists strained with my actions, but I was surprised to feel oddly comforted by the sensation.

The cane itself was a natural color, not quite three feet in length and from the sound of cane hitting skin, it would deliver a mighty sting.

“I have a lot of canes, Karma. Each one has a specific purpose. I can either deliver pain or pleasure. Sometimes the pain turns into pleasure, which I suspect is what will happen in your case.” He smacked it a few more times, allowing me to get used to the noise so it was no longer so jarring.

“Do I need to count for you, Sir?”

He shook his head, placing the cane tip against my left calf and slowly moving it upward until he rubbed my clit. When he slid the cane between my lower lips and began to rub back and forth, my head fell backward, bumping against the wooden frame. Already, I was fighting against another orgasm.

I was by no means a virgin, but all of this was so foreign to me. My past lovers had barely been able to get me to one orgasm, much less two and headed toward more. I could feel moisture beginning to run down my inner thigh. He spotted it, inhaling deeply while keeping my gaze hostage.

“I can smell how aroused you are, Karma. I’ll get you to go even higher.”

With that, he made the first strike just above my left knee. The shock of the firm contact bloomed into warmth which spread upward until it settled between my legs. The next strike was on the right side. He worked back and forth up my legs until his eyes fell at the apex of my thighs. When the rattan hit the engorged bud, my knees buckled and I struggled to get back upright.