Four Beautiful Letters: BDSM Read online

  His eyes flew open as he stumbled forward into empty space, startled and confused. Sophia had pulled her hand from his and was running along the beach ahead of him, her crazy hair flying, the musical sound of her laughter floating back to him.

  “What the hell?” he blurted, at first affronted and then amused. Laughing, he took off after her. She was fast, but he was faster. It didn’t take long to catch up to her. He tackled her from behind, causing them both to fall to the sand.

  Still laughing, he pulled her close. “Think you can escape me, huh?” he growled playfully.

  She struggled, laughing too. “Let me go, you big bully. Let me—”

  He cut off her words by covering her mouth with his. He held her close, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressed hard against his chest as he slipped his tongue past her soft lips.

  She stopped struggling as she kissed him back, her hands coming up around his neck. They kissed for a long time, she cradled on his lap as he held her in his arms.

  When he finally let her go, she rolled away and leaned back on her elbows, staring out at the water, which looked black against the blue-black, star-studded sky. “Wow,” she said, turning her head to regard him. “You’re some kisser.”

  “Yeah? So are you.” Talk about understatement. He could have kissed her forever.

  “It’s a good sign,” she continued, smiling at him. “If I don’t like how a man kisses, I can’t get past that. But you were perfect.”

  “I passed the test, huh?” he teased.

  “With flying colors,” she agreed easily. She sat up and swiveled so she was facing him. “So, what happens now? Where do we go from here?” Something sparked in her eyes. Longing? Desire?

  “What do you want to happen?” he replied, not sure if he was going for playful or serious.

  “I asked you first,” she retorted with a grin.

  He started to say something silly, but stopped himself. “Okay,” he said slowly, gathering his thoughts. “I think it’s pretty clear there’s something happening between us. Like I said earlier today, I don’t really go in for casual play. I admire your willingness and courage to give yourself over so completely. The way you let me submerge you in the water tank, and the way you reacted during the swing scene—it’s clear to me that you crave intensity of experience.”

  “Yes,” she said softly, all the playfulness gone now from her expression.

  “We have this amazing facility at our disposal. We’ve barely scratched the surface in our brief time together, but it’s enough to tell me I want more. A lot more. If you’re interested, I’d love to explore your limits. I’m on the same page as you in terms of what I’m looking for. Or rather, what I’m not looking for. I have no interest in a Master/slave connection. But I would like to connect with someone who has the courage and desire to give herself over to me for the next few days. I want to go deeper than I’ve gone before. I want to take you with me on a journey of intense sensory deprivation, and see where it takes us both. I want to challenge us both. I want to go past fun into something real—something powerful. So, what do you say? You in?”

  She didn’t say anything for several long, agonizing seconds. Nick held his breath, startled at how desperately he wanted her to say yes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared so much, or so quickly, about a woman. But Sophia wasn’t like anyone he’d ever known before.

  At last, her eyes sparkling, Sophia replied, “I’m in.”

  Chapter 3

  Sophia woke early the next morning. After a delicious breakfast out by the pool, she took a swim in the ocean.

  Nick and she had shared a nightcap at the tiki bar after their extended beach walk the night before. As they talked further, she had agreed that if things moved to a more sexual level as a result of the BDSM play, she was game to go all the way. Entrance to the island required a clean bill of sexual health, which took away that awkward bit of negotiation. When he’d asked about a condom, she demurred, explaining she was on the pill.

  They’d arranged to reconnect that morning to begin a more serious exploration of sensory deprivation coupled with bondage and erotic torture. She hadn’t seen Nick yet. He had probably been ensconced in his room making multi-million dollar deals. The thought made her smile. He was so not her typical kind of guy. She usually fell for the artistic types—the ones who didn’t have two cents to their name. The ones who wrote poetry and played the guitar and had lots of dreams but rarely the ambition to bring them to fruition.

  Nick was clearly driven, and that was okay. She was driven, too, even if what got her going was finding a gorgeous Blanaid crystal vase tucked away at the bottom of a box of Depression Era juice glasses she’d picked up for twenty dollars. Nick was obviously good at what he did, but he didn’t seem to be overly-impressed with himself. She didn’t get that sense of entitlement some Wall Street types seemed to wear like a second skin.

  He was definitely dominant, but not obsessed with titles and protocol as so many players she encountered in the scene were. And he’d made her laugh, which was as important in Sophia’s book as making her fly.

  After her shower, Sophia selected a red tank top over a black sarong with a long slit up one thigh. She didn’t bother with a bra. Even so, she almost felt overdressed on this BDSM island where half the subs went around naked or nearly so.

  She arrived at the private bondage room on the second floor at the agreed upon hour of ten o’clock that morning. The door to the room was slightly ajar. Taking a deep breath, she tapped lightly and pushed it open.

  Nick was already inside, his back to her. He turned as she entered, his face lighting in a wide smile that made her smile back. “Good morning,” he said. “I was just getting a few things ready for our adventure.”

  He was shirtless, his chest smooth and broad. He wore black leather pants that accentuated his muscular legs and the rather attractive bulge at his crotch.

  “Wow,” she blurted. “You look good enough to eat.”

  “All in good time,” he replied with a sexy grin. “Come in and close the door.”

  The windowless room was softly lit by sconces set along the upper walls. The space was dominated by a bondage table on one side, a St. Andrew’s cross on the other. The back wall had a built-in counter with cabinets both above and beneath it. A recovery couch was set against a side wall next to a dorm-size refrigerator.

  Along with a few items Sophia couldn’t quite identify, Nick had set out various toys on the counter, including a vampire mitt, a sleep mask, several candles, an ice bucket and a set of rather sharp looking knives. Just the sight of the sexy toys got her nipples hard.

  “Before we get started with the sensory deprivation, I think a good, hard spanking is in order.”

  “You do, huh?” Sophia said lightly, though her cunt instantly moistened with expectation.

  “I do,” he agreed with a smile, though his gaze left lines of fire over her skin. “Get naked and come lie across my lap.”

  Nick settled himself on the recovery couch as Sophia pulled off her clothing. Approaching him, she set her things on one of the arms of the sofa. She felt slightly awkward as she draped herself over his lap. The awkwardness fell away as he took hold of her wrists and extended her arms out against the couch cushions while simultaneously trapping her legs between his.

  “Stick up your ass,” he directed. “Offer it to me.”

  His hand came down hard, the slap echoing in the room as the sting spread in welcome heat over her skin. She adored being held down as his hand crashed down against her ass. She squirmed against his leather-covered thighs, the bulge at his crotch hard beneath her. He struck her again and again, each blow sending a jolt of perfect pain through her body and a flash of raw, throbbing desire through her sex.

  When he finally stopped, she lay limp and panting on his lap, her cunt juices moistening her thighs, her heart hammering in her chest. A part of her wanted him to flip her over and rise above her on the couch. His pants would miraculously
vanish so he could thrust his hard cock inside her.

  But he clearly had other things in mind. He got to his feet, lifting her upright in the process. “Now that you’re warmed up,” he said in a low, sexy voice, “I want you to lie face-down on the bondage table. What’s your safeword?”

  “Mercy,” Sophia gasped, still breathless from the intense spanking.

  “Mercy,” he repeated. “Got it. Since you’ll be gagged for most of this session, your safe hand signal will be to open and close both fists.”

  “It takes a lot to send me over the edge.”

  Nick cocked one eyebrow. “Duly noted.”

  He helped her onto the table. Her entire body had heated up as a result of the spanking, and the leather felt cool and soothing against her skin. There was a face cradle at the front of the table. She rested her forehead against the cushioned rim and closed her eyes.

  Nick slipped leather cuffs around her wrists and clipped them to attachment bolts on either side of the table. He did the same with her ankles. Then he slid a pillow under her hips so her ass was raised, her cunt bared between her forcibly spread legs.

  “I like you like that,” Nick said from above her. “Naked, bound and on display. You can’t move. You can’t get away. You are indeed at my mercy, Sophia.”

  In spite of the fact that she trusted him, his words and the vulnerability of her position sent a tremor of delicious fear through her body.

  “Do you have any issues with pump gags?”

  A shot of adrenaline spurted through Sophia’s veins. She lifted her head to see what he was holding. “I’m not entirely sure,” she said honestly as she eyed the rubber contraption. It was similar to a ball gag, but instead of a silicone ball set into the leather strap, it had a small bulb-shaped head attached to a tube with a pump at its end. “I’ve seen them used, but I’ve never personally experienced one.”

  “This part goes in your mouth,” Nick explained, holding the gag up for her to see. “Then I’ll pump it until it’s about the size of a small apple. Are you okay with that?”

  Sophia swallowed hard as she stared at the ominous device. But this was what she had wanted, wasn’t it? Intensity of experience with a Dom who knew what he was doing. If she was going to do this thing, she might as well go all in.

  Wordlessly, she nodded.

  “Excellent. Remember, if you start to freak out, just use your hand signal. Open and close both hands. There’s no shame in that, no judgment. We’re still exploring your limits right now.”

  His words calmed her. “Okay, yeah. I’m ready.”

  She allowed him to position the small rubber bulb between her teeth. He buckled the strap in place around her head and then used the pump to inflate the bulb until it filled her mouth. “Can you still swallow?” Nick asked. “I don’t want to overinflate it. You need to be able to swallow.”

  Though her tongue was pressed back in her mouth, Sophia was able to swallow. The contraption was much nicer than a hard ball gag. She nodded.

  “Good. Now, try to make a sound.”

  Sophia managed a mewling squeak, but not much more.

  Nick’s smile was at once cruel and sensual. “Perfect,” he purred, his eyes sparking with sadistic pleasure. He detached the pump tube from the mask and set it on the counter.

  Turning back to her, he held up a padded sleep mask. “Next, we take away your sight.” He slipped the mask over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She resettled her head in the face cradle, her heart pumping hard.

  “Now, your hearing.”

  Sophia felt the press of earplugs, which he adjusted until all she could hear was the whooshing beat of her own heart. She was truly helpless—gagged, bound, blinded and shrouded in silence. Her skin prickled with anticipation, all her nerve endings on high alert. She felt like a little kid on Christmas morning getting her first look at all the brightly wrapped packages under the tree. At the same time, it was as if she stood at the edge of a cliff, and the slightest push would send her flying…

  A tickling whisper of something soft moved over her ass, startling her and causing her to jerk in her restraints. It fluttered down her thighs and flicked against her labia. It moved lightly over her back and brushed the sides of her breasts.

  A feather?

  A moment later, the sharp graze of dozens of tiny pinpricks moved over her skin. They scraped along her ass and the backs of her thighs just hard enough to get her full attention. Must be the vampire glove.

  Then…nothing. For several long seconds she was left alone in the silence, her skin tingling, her cunt throbbing. She held herself rigid, tensing for whatever was coming next.

  She startled at the sudden, thuddy crash of what could only be a flogger’s tresses between her shoulders. The leather stung along her back and crashed against her already tender ass. She gurgled in pain against the gag, jerking in her restraints when the stinging tips of leather kissed her spread cunt.

  The flogger was replaced by cool hands moving lightly over her skin. Nick cupped her flaming ass cheeks. She gasped against the inflated ball in her mouth as his fingers moved in a slow, sensual swirl over her cunt. She shuddered with pleasure as they slid inside of her.

  All at once, his wonderful hands were withdrawn. She was alone again for several seconds in the silence and the dark.

  She jumped at the sudden icy cold sensation moving over her ass and down between her legs. It took her brain a moment to catch up with her body and label the object as ice. He ran it along her labia and moved it in a frozen circle around her distended clit. Then he slipped the cube inside her, where it instantly began to melt in her heat.

  She cried out against the gag when the icy chill against her skin was suddenly replaced with the sear of fire. Melted wax! It landed in scalding droplets over her skin, splashing on her ass and thighs. Then came the bite of a single tail where the wax had cooled, snapping it away in bursts of searing leather.

  She didn’t want to give up—to give in. She wanted to take whatever he meted out, but the sensations were piling atop one another, each new pleasure and pain adding to the wild, rising tide of feeling inside her. She was trembling, sweat slicking her body against the leather table, her heart racing as she struggled to breathe, nostrils flaring.

  As the whip flicked, relentless against her skin, she tried to rein in her strong reaction. If she’d been able to move—to hear or speak or see—it would have been easier to handle. But held down as she was, the sensations were overwhelming. It was too much—she was going to have to use her safe signal. Panic washed over her like a bucket of icy water.

  She jerked at her restraints, her hands about to make fists of their own accord when the restraints at her wrists were suddenly freed. The pillow was gently pulled from underneath her and her ankles, too, were released.

  Strong arms lifted her, settling her on the table, this time on her back. But instead of removing the gag, blindfold and earplugs, Nick again restrained her, re-cuffing her wrists and ankles to the table so her arms and legs were spread wide.

  Something cold and hard dragged along her throat and pricked lightly at the hollow where her clavicles met.

  A knife!

  What if he cut her, accidentally or on purpose? While she knew on some level that Nick would keep her safe, her body reacted on autopilot, the tremble rising from deep inside, her teeth actually chattering with fear.

  One of the plugs was pulled from her ear. Nick’s warm breath tickled her skin as he spoke, his lips brushing her earlobe. She relaxed at once, though her heart continued to race.

  “Shh,” he soothed, his hand cupping her cheek. “Calm down, Sophia. You’re safe with me. I promise. All you have to do is remain very, very still. Give yourself over to the experience. Surrender to the blade. Surrender to me, Sophia.”

  As he spoke, he stroked her cheek and then moved his hand down her throat and onto her chest. He pressed his palm gently but firmly against her pounding heart. “I’ll stop if you need me to. Just make the han
d gesture.”

  His touch was soothing, his voice low and even.

  She kept her hands still.

  “Good girl,” he said softly. “I’m proud of my brave girl. I know you want to feel the tip of the knife dragging along your skin. To know that with just a flick, I could draw blood. Eventually, we will go to that place, but not today. For now, I just want to play, Sophia. I just want to give you the promise of erotic pain—a taste of the freedom that comes from complete surrender…”

  His words and soothing touch calmed her further, resettling her in a good place—a deeply submissive, receptive place. She wanted what he offered—all of it.

  “That’s it,” he cooed. “You’re mine, Sophia. Mine to control, to use, to torture, to adore…”

  The plug was replaced, enveloping her once more in a vacuum of silence, save for the rush of blood pulsing in her ears. The blade slid again over her skin, its point drawing circles around first one nipple and then the other. It moved in a scraping line down her body. She stiffened, tensing as the cold metal made contact with her spread cunt. But it was only the flat of the blade that pressed between her legs. Still, just the proximity of that sharp knife moving over her most delicate parts made her tremble, her heart skittering and careening like a trapped animal against her rib cage.

  Then the knife was replaced by something soft, wet and warm. It took her a moment to understand it was Nick’s mouth against her sex. His tongue darted and licked. Already wildly aroused from the onslaught of sensation, she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Just when she was about to come, his perfect mouth fell away.

  She was left alone in the silence for several agonizing seconds, her body thrumming with the thwarted need for release. Then she felt his weight as he joined her on the table, his warm, strong body over hers. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance. Her cunt spasmed, sucking him inside as she groaned against the inflated gag in her mouth.