Tuesday, April 21, 2015

No Cuffs

Hi Everyone and welcome to Wipitup Wednesday. In this excerpt, Crystal gets her first look inside the Beck-n-Call, Donaven's kinky playhouse.

 “You seem very interested in the spanking bench over there.” He smiled, averting his eyes to the bench and then back to her. “Are you wondering what it will be like to be strapped to it, getting that lovely bottom of yours spanked?”

“No,” she blurted, shaking her head. “I mean, I do like the bench and the thought of being spanked, but no cuffs. I don’t like the idea of being restrained.”

“Did you have a bad experience?” he asked, his features reflecting genuine concern.

“No. I’ve never been restrained. I just don’t like the idea of being tied up, it freaks me out.”

“You mean it would make you feel too vulnerable giving that much control over to someone else.”

She thought about that for a moment. She liked the idea of giving up control and when he made her feel vulnerable and girly. It just scared her to think of being restrained, it made her feel trapped. “I’d feel trapped and that scares me,” she said, taking another swallow of her wine cooler.

“Perhaps that will change as you learn more about your submission and where it can take you,” he put a hand over hers, causing her to look up at his face, “if you let it, Miss Harman,” he said in that delicious tone that made her heart skip a beat and her insides flutter. “Let’s start the tour, shall we?” Slipping his hand from hers, he came out from around the bar. “Bring your drink,” he said as she slid from the stool.

3 stations, as he called them, lined the wall that had previously been to her back while at the bar. The first one held a large St. Andrew’s cross, a padded sitting bench, and various implements hanging from the wall behind it. He explained its many uses, demonstrating how the device tilted and rotated and how the plank sections adjusted to allow for different degrees of how wide the recipients arms and legs could be spread. “Would you like to see how it feels, Miss Harman?” he asked, a smirk on his lips as he gestured to the device.

“No thanks,” she said, looking at the wrist restraints.

“No restraints. Just come see how it feels to lay your body against it.” Mischief played in his eyes, coaxing her. “I can see the curiosity in those sparkling blue eyes.” He smiled. “This is your weekend to explore, Miss Harman.” He took her hand, guiding her closer to the device. “To give in to your desires. Satisfy your curiosities and explore the part of yourself you’ve kept in the dark for so long.” Brushing his fingers down the side of her cheek, he looked warmly into her eyes. “Tell Crystal to go away for a while,” he whispered, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “And let Miss Harman out to play.”

The rich sound of his voice and those sexy gray eyes piercing into hers, beckoning her to put aside her inhibitions and explore her darker desires as Miss Harman, sent a spark of arousal through her. She could feel the blush on her cheeks, but ignored it. “Okay,” she said softly, feeling him slip the wine cooler from her fingers, a naughty smile playing at his lips as he turned for a moment, setting it down on the ledge of the partition. When he turned back to her, she could see the aspiration in his eyes, making her belly stir excitedly.

“Are you ready to learn more about your submission… Miss Harman?” he asked, helping her to the small wooden platform that allowed her to lean back against the padded leather while she structured herself to the X-shaped outline of the device.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice held a nervous tremor as she placed her arms, legs and feet in the appropriate places, settling her head against the padded leather rest.

He stepped up close to the device, its height allowing them to be eye level with each other. “Do you remember your colors?” he asked, gliding his fingers up each of her arms until his hands came to rest, clasping her wrists.

“Yes,” she breathed, looking at the way his hand engulfed her small wrist.
“How do you feel right now, Miss Harman?” His silky tone lingered in her ear as his tongue met with her neck, trailing soft wet kisses all the way to her clavicle.

“Green,” she whimpered.

“We’re not using the restraints, but I want you to keep your hands right where they are.” His lips were millimeters from hers. “I’m going to put the straps in your hands. You will simply hold them, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, leaning forward to make contact with his lips, but he pulled back just out of her reach.

“Behave, Missy. This is on my terms now.” A coy smile curled his lips as he released her wrists, putting the soft leather straps in her palms. “I’m going to lower you back now. Don’t be alarmed.” 
Crystal’s heart thumped wildly in her chest as the device tilted back. Flat on her back, staring up at the big log rafters of the high ceiling, she heard it lock into place.

“Let’s remove the sneakers, shall we?” he asked rhetorically, already busying himself with the task.

“Why?” she asked nervously, lifting her head to the best of her abilities while keeping her arms outstretched on the planks. It seemed he wanted her socks off too.

“So I can see your cute little pink toenails.” He gave her a wink as he pulled her other sock off, tossing it to the floor near the other. “How do you feel right now, Miss Harman?” he asked, a semi-grin on his face, standing near her waist, his big hand resting heavily on her hip.

“Um… green… mostly,” she said, her voice a bit unsteady as she watched his lips curl into a devious smile, his eyes clouding, giving them that sexy smoky appearance.

“We’re going to play a little game. It will help you relax and teach you about trust.” His fingers slowly began to move, stroking lazily the exposed skin just above her jeans. He’d told her to wear a tight T so she’d chosen a one-size-too-small baby blue T with a deep V-cut neckline that would accentuate her cleavage and apparently a bit of her belly when she raised her arms. “I’m going to blindfold you. I want you to simply feel what I do to your body. If you keep your hands place, you’ll be rewarded. If you move them or let go of the cuffs, you’ll be reprimanded with a swat from my crop.” Two warm fingers moved gracefully up her belly over her T. “What do you say, Miss Harman, do you trust me?” His fingers now softly caressing the underside of her breast, making her heart race faster as her nipples tightened beneath the stretched cotton.

“Yes, sir,” she rasped as his fingers moved along the edge of her breast with the lightest of touch, sending the most electrifying tingles straight to her clit. Watching him reach into the back pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a silky looking black blindfold, showing it to her as he repositioned himself near her head.

“Have you worn a blindfold before?” he asked, helping to lift her head as he put the elastic band over her head, slipping it down until the mask covered her eyes.

“No,” she whispered as he adjusted it, laying her head back down.
“Are you scared?”

“A little,” she admitted, flinching as she felt his fingers brush along her jaw-line.

“A little is good,” he whispered. She could feel his breath on her lips, the warm masculine scent of his body drifting into her nose. “It tells me that you feel vulnerable.” His lips traced the same path as his fingers had along the edge of her jaw and then he was gone.

The thud of his boot let her know he’d stepped off the platform. She could hear him toying with the instruments along the wall behind her head, mumbling something to himself that she couldn’t make out.
When he came back, he repositioned the arm planks, moving her hands closer together, which in turn made her shirt ride up at least another inch.

“Mmmm, I like this,” he said in a low silky voice, trailing something she couldn’t quite identify over her warm exposed flesh making her belly quiver.
“What is that?” she asked, squirming as he continued to drag it over her skin.

“It’s a flogger, it has very little bite.”

“Bite?” she asked nervously, picturing it. The stringy leather tails slapping down on her breasts.

“Don’t worry, little one. I am only introducing you to some of my tools, I don’t intend to use them to their full potential.” His lips fluttered against her cheek as he spoke, his voice tender. “Relax and enjoy where this takes you. If you’re a good girl, at the end of the tour I’ll spank that gorgeous ass of yours over the spanking bench you had your eye on.”

At the end of the tour? Surely he didn’t intend… “You’re not going to have me trying all out all the stations are you?”

“No,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers, sending a tingle down the back of her neck that slowly triggered its way down her spine as he took her mouth in a soft sensual kiss. A large palm landed on her breast, making her moan into his mouth as he squeezed gently, tracing her pert, straining, nipple.

“That’s one, Miss Harman,” he said, her hand sliding from the back of his neck as he pulled from the kiss.

“One what?” It hit her as soon as she said it. Her hand, she moved it. But she hadn’t meant to or even realized she had. “I didn’t mean to,” she sputtered. “It was an accident. My hand acted purely by instinct, I swear.”

He chuckled. “It doesn’t matter. You disobeyed after agreeing you could keep your hands in place.” She flinched, feeling something small and cool on her exposed cleavage. “This is a crop,” he said, trailing the smooth leathery tip over the swell of one breast, repeating the action on the other, making her breath stutter with anticipation. She felt him move it to her bare midriff, dragging the soft tip, back and forth. It tickled, making her want to brush it away, but she remembered her hands this time and kept them wrapped around the leather straps, tugging on them as she tried not to wriggle around too much. Feeling his mouth on her nipple, she gasped, arching her back as his warm breath seeped through the thin fabric, the crop now dragging lazily down the inside of one of her thighs. He took it between his lips, even through the material, swiping his tongue over the tight tip, leaving a wet-spot on her T-shirt that he blew against after pulling his mouth away, causing her to shudder from the contrast.

The crop, making its way up the inside of her other thigh, stopped and she felt him put it down next to her leg. “This shirt isn't working out,” he mumbled, lifting the hem, tugging the material up until it rested below her chin. “Gorgeous!” She could almost hear the smile in his voice. “You have the most perfect nipples.” He traced the one he’d had in his mouth with his finger while his smooth lips took up purchase with the one he’d neglected, swirling his tongue over it several times before pulling it into his mouth, a delighted moan leaving her lips. Altering back to the first, he consumed it hungrily, while his hand slipped down her torso, straight to the apex of her thighs, cupping her sex possessively, causing them both to groan simultaneously when she bucked her hips up into his hand.

Using a fingernail, he scratched along the seam of her jeans, making her clit yearn for direct contact as his lips moved to her neck, nudging her to turn her head, giving him better access to lick and nip his way to the bottom of her ear. “Do you like this?” he whispered, moving away from her neck.

“Very much,” she said hoarsely, striving to match the beat of the finger strumming her clit through her jeans, but suddenly his fingers left her entirely, making her whimper in protest, still rocking her hips.

“Patience, little one.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” she asked.

“Because you’re so new to all of this.” The crop touched her belly, making a steady beeline for her breasts where he patted and teased a nipple. “And because in comparison to me, you are rather little.” Oh god, is that where he intended to slap her? “Aside from last nights ice breaker past your inhibitions, this will be your first lesson in submission, Miss Harman.” The crop switched to her other nipple, repeating the pattern of circling her areola twice before tapping the tip. “Have you ever been teased unmercifully and told not to come without permission?”

“No,” she gasped, feeling his fingers on the button of her jeans.

“You will be tonight.” He worked her zipper down with grace. “And if you come before I give permission,” his hand slipped into the front of her jeans, his fingers inching through her curls, “you’ll wear the wrist cuffs while on the spanking bench.”

“Nooo,” she cried, clenching her fists just as his fingers parted her lips and eagerly started to encircle her clit.

“It wasn’t a question.” A pert slap from the crop landed on her left nipple.

Uh-oh. You think she's going to make folks? Come back next week to find out.
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  1. Tell Crystal to go away for a while,” he whispered, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “And let Miss Harman out to play.” - what a fabulous line!!! Intesne and hot scene :-)

    1. Thanks so much, Daryl. Happy you enjoyed. Oh and for the record, I'll be secretly bashing on Frankie today. Inconsiderate imp that he is. LOL. I love a good antagonist and Frankie fits the bill expertly. ;-)

  2. I so hope she comes before given express permission... I'd think I'd like to see 'Miss Harman' in her wrist restraints. Call me evil. OK - I'm evil. I'm also entertained with the ways in which she describes her colours... keep it up, Melody - Donoven's kinky playhouse is awesome! :D

  3. Thanks much, Christina. If you like the way Crystal uses her colours, you'll be tickled with next weeks excerpt.

  4. There is no way she is going to not explode, not this time. :)

    1. Thanks so much, Jennifer. I'm with you... not this time! ☺