Repeat Offender (Hideaway) (4 page)

Master
Dan nodded. “Sometimes it’s difficult to articulate our wants and needs in the
bedroom, and if your partner doesn’t understand, well...” He sighed. “We’ve all
been there.”

She
winced at the memory. “It was humiliating... Horrible.”

He
nodded. “And unlikely to encourage you to make yourself vulnerable in that way
again.”

She
nodded.

“No
one here will have any problems restraining you,” he smiled.

“I
noticed that.”

“Or
taking you here,” he crooked his finger inside her, making her squirm.

He
smiled. “No judgments, just pleasure, okay, Sam? Everyone here understands.
They may or may not share your kinks, but you can be damn sure they have their
own.”

She
nodded, her eyes suddenly brimming with tears. She quickly wiped them away.

“It’s
okay,” he said, comfortingly.

He
stroked his fingers along the sensitive wall separating her passages for a
couple of minutes, and pressed the fingers of his free hand firmly over her
bladder. She winced, as it was brought home to her just how much she had to
pee.

He
looked at her. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“Yes,
Sir.” There was no point in denying it; he’d only force a catheter into her. To
her amazement, all he did was nod.

“Can
you wait a little?”

“I
think so, Sir.”

He
nodded again, and withdrew his fingers. “Now, the rectal. You’re doing great,
Sam.”

He
pushed his thick middle finger back into her ass and probed expertly, then
twisted it counter clockwise, gently feeling her inside as he went, then
reaching up to press firmly on her lower belly. “Any discomfort when I do
this?” he said.

“No,
Sir,” she managed.

He
smiled. “You’re incredibly wet, sweetheart, and your clit is swollen and erect.
I’m going to fuck you hard when this is finished.”

She
swallowed, and her inner muscles clamped down on his finger in anticipation.
“Thank you, Sir.”

His
finger withdrew, and he picked up a smaller speculum. This one was shaped like
a shoehorn. He coated it generously with lube, and notched it against her anus.
“Push out.”

She
watched in the mirror as her body received the long, smooth instrument. She
loved watching it disappearing inside her, even as she felt her body swallowing
it.

Master
Dan moved the speculum around, sliding it in and out, and using it to pull her
open while he examined her with two wet fingers.

She
moaned, her hips bucking.

He
held her down. “Don’t, you could be injured.” He palpated her deep inside. “How’s
that?”

“You
could do it all day, Sir,” she said, and grinned.

He
barked out a laugh. “That’s the truth, sweetheart, but there’s something else I
want to do right now. Just stay still while I slip this out of you.”

She
did, revelling in the wet smoothness of it as the instrument was carefully
withdrawn. When it was out, she released a sigh.

Master
Dan turned off the lamp and moved it to the side of the room. He put the
instruments away, and went to wash his hands. When he returned, he stood at the
side of the bed, looking down at Sam. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a perfectly
sculpted torso. He folded the shirt neatly, and put it on a chair. He unbuckled
his Harley boots and toed them off. Slowly, he opened his black leather jeans,
and drew out his rigid cock. Evidently he had enjoyed her examination as well.
He pushed his jeans down his well-muscled legs, and they joined his shirt on
the chair.

He
took the pillows from behind Sam’s back, and piled a couple of them in the
middle of the bed. He stood back and opened a condom wrapper. “Present yourself
on hands and knees, put the pillows under you.”

            Sam
put her hips down over the soft pillows. Her need for the bathroom was more
urgent now, but there was no way she was going to stop this.

The
mattress dipped as Master Dan joined her on the bed. Sam immediately spread her
knees as wide as she could, more than ready to take whatever he was going to
give.

“Good
girl,” was all he said as his fingers parted her, and he slid in hard and deep.
His weight bore her down on top of the pillows so that she was angled up enough
for him to thrust, but still able to let the bed and his arms take most of the
strain.

She
gasped as he bumped against her tender cervix, and began to stroke in and out,
slowly and gently at first, but soon increasing in force until his thrusts
became rough.

Suddenly
he spanked her, hard. Shocked, she involuntarily clamped down on his cock, and
they both groaned.

“I
warned you earlier that you’d be punished for speaking out of turn and for
lying,” he said. Consider this far less than you deserve.” He spanked her
again, and seized her wrist to keep her from wiggling away. His cock fell out
of her. She cried out at the loss, and he told her to be quiet, which only
excited her more.

He
spanked her again, and again, and again, until she was panting and crying,
pleading for him to put himself back in. He gently rubbed her ass, and gave her
what she needed. She sobbed in relief as he pushed deep and resumed thrusting.

She
revelled in the power of him, in his thickness and length rubbing her just
right, and when he gasped out the beginning of his orgasm, he slipped a finger
into her anus and she caught up with him, bucking wildly as he held her in
place to be fucked.

She
felt him grabbing at her, spurting inside her, filling the condom as he finally
gave them what they’d both been waiting for.

When
it was over, he slowly pulled his finger from her ass and his cock from her
sex. She groaned. He dragged the pillows out from under her, so that she could
collapse to the mattress while he got up to dispose of the condom and take a
small white tube from the black bag. He tossed it onto the bed.

“Stay
on your front, sweetheart.”

She
had no problem obeying that order. He went into the bathroom, and she heard him
moving things around. A minute later he returned, and took her hand.

“Come
with me. We’ll get you bathed and deal with all that
stickiness,
” he
smiled. “Afterwards, I’ll put some nice, soothing salve on your lovely
backside.”

Couldn’t
argue with that.

He
led her to the five-star bathroom, and lifted the toilet lid. He looked at her
expectantly, and she looked back, stubbornly.

“I
thought you needed to go,” he said.

“I
do, but...”

“But?”

“I’d
like some privacy this time, Sir.”

“That’s
unfortunate, because I want to see you urinating, to make sure that you’re
comfortable.”

“I’m
not using it, Sir.”

He
looked down at her, every inch the dom. He nodded slowly, ominously. “Well,
I
need to go, and I want you to help me.”

She
blinked.

He
stepped in front of the bowl and took her hand, gently but firmly guiding it to
his penis. He was still sticky from the condom. He wrapped an arm around her
shoulders, partly to reassure her, partly to restrain her, then closed her
fingers around his shaft. She took a breath, lifted it, and aimed.

A
few moments later, a steady stream was released into the bowl.

“Nice,”
he said. “See how easy that is? No big deal.”

When
he finished, he looked at her, and she realized he expected her to wipe him.
She did. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you.” He gave her
sore ass a swat that made her hiss, and she shot him a reproachful look. He
laughed.

“Oh,
no. If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to start obeying me,
sweetheart. If you refuse to relieve yourself in the toilet, you can go in the
shower.” He slid the shower door open. The stall was bigger than her entire
bathroom at home. There was a drain in the center.

“Stand
with your feet either side of the drain, and go. Don’t worry, I’ll wash you as
soon as you’re finished.”

She
looked at him in horror. “In the
shower?
No, I – ”

He
stepped forward, cupped her face in his hands, and silenced her with a kiss. He
was an incredible kisser, and, of course, a dominant one. He kissed her deeply,
and with a tenderness she wasn’t expecting. Finally, he let her come up for
air. He looked into her eyes, and laughed at her expression. “Sam, are you all
right?”

She
had to grin, even as her mind reeled. “Yes, Sir. I just wasn’t expecting...” To
feel like that. To wonder if he did too.

He
nodded. “You’ll stand here till you urinate, sweetheart.” His eyes twinkled.
“I’ll suckle you, if that’ll help.”

She
shook her head. “No, Sir. I’ll do it.” It was important that she show him that
she could do this for him.

He
nodded and rubbed her shoulder, then stepped away.

It
took an agonizingly long time, but finally a warm trickle down her leg became a
splashing on the floor. When she was done, he turned on the shower and stepped
under the jets with her. He pressed his forehead to hers and rocked her gently
in his embrace.

“Thank
you. I could see how hard that was for you.”

She
stood obediently, holding onto Master Dan for support as he washed her gently
but very thoroughly, washed himself, then turned off the shower and wrapped her
in a big, warm, fluffy towel. He dried himself quickly, and put his jeans back
on, but left his chest and feet bare.

He
ushered her out of the steamy bathroom, and into the sitting area of the suite.
“Sit on your knees in front of the couch. Hands resting on your thighs, head
bowed, eyes on the floor. That’s a respectful position to wait for your dom.”

Her
dom?
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” She moved to obey immediately.

He
took a comb and a hairdryer from a cupboard and plugged it into a strip beside
the couch. She remained still as he dried and brushed her hair, and put the
things away. He was doing something over by the bed, but she kept her eyes on
the floor.

“Very
good, sweetheart. Now come over here.”

She
rose as gracefully as she could, and walked over to the bed. He was propped up
against the headboard with several pillows behind him.

“Time
to take your temperature. Give me the towel.”

She
handed it over, and stood naked before him. He smiled. “Lovely.” He took hold of
her wrist and pulled her onto the comfortable bed so that she lay across his
lap, but was supported by the mattress. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as she’d
expected. He put a pillow under her shins, and another under her chest. The
support was good.

“Sam,
as this procedure is a particular favorite of yours, I want you to tell me
exactly what it is about it that you enjoy. We’re going to take it slow, so you
can think about each step. Now, I have you naked across my lap. What do you
like about that?”

She
steeled herself. “I like being helpless, knowing you’re taking care of me whether
I want you to or not.” She paused. “I like not being able to hide anything from
you. Not
wanting
to hide anything from you. I’ve never felt that before.”

His
hand came down warmly on her back. “That’s excellent, sweetheart. That tells me
quite a bit, right there.” He snapped on a pair of latex gloves, and she squirmed.
“You like it when I put the gloves on. Why is that?”

“I
don’t know. That one’s harder. I guess it’s clinical, and that feeds into the
medical kink, and it’s a signal that you’re about to do something invasive to
me, which is a little scary, but exciting, because I know it’s probably going
to feel good.”

“Very
nice. And yes, it
will
feel good.” A cap popped open, and after a few
seconds it closed again. His big hand spread her buttocks and he touched the
cool, wet bulb to her anus. Reflexively, her muscles clamped down, and then
relaxed.

“Tell
me how you’re feeling now,” he said.

“Excited.”

“Because?”

“Because
it’s going to feel so good when the thermometer slides in, and I know you won’t
let me push it out.”

“Damn
right, I won’t. And if you resist, I won’t hesitate to call for backup to hold
you down while I take your temperature, because it needs to be done. Anything
else?”

How
was she supposed to think straight at all right now, let alone be articulate? “I
love that you’re paying attention to me. That doesn’t happen much in real life;
not without a fight, anyway. And a lot of my job requires me to suppress my own
identity in order to be objective about the story I’m working on. Here, I can
be
me
in a way that I can’t be anywhere else.
With
anyone else.”

He
was silent, and she began to worry. She’d revealed too much, and felt the
tension creeping into the back of her shoulders.

“Sam,
look at me.”

She
turned as much as she could, and looked him in the eye.

“When
you and I are playing together, I’m your dom. I will always give you my
complete attention, and ensure no harm comes to you. Do you understand?”

Her
heart skipped a beat. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“And
what will you do for me?” he said.

“I’ll...
trust you.”

The
corner of his mouth quirked up. “Sounds like we need to work on those trust
issues, sweetheart.”

“And
I’ll try to obey you.”

“You’ll
do better than try. You
will
obey me, or take the consequences.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Keep
still, now. Just enjoy this.”

She
tried to be good, to close her eyes and concentrate on how blissful it felt as
he pressed the cool bulb of the thermometer inside her. The rest of the
slippery glass rod followed, slow and deep.

            She
whimpered, and he laughed.

            “You
know you love this, so why do you whimper when I do it?”

            She
considered. “It’s better...
easier
, when you force me.”

            “Listen
to me, sweetheart, No shame, no judgements, only pleasure. Taking your
temperature makes me hard as a rock, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I love
the way you’ve submitted to me, or made me force your submission. I love the
feel of you, warm and soft across my lap. I love examining and exploring your
body and getting to know you. I love fucking you, trying to give you more
pleasure than anyone else ever has, and I can do that because you’ve been
honest enough to tell me what it is you really want.”

            She
really didn’t know what to say to that. “Thank you, Sir.”

            There
was a low buzz, and Master Dan leaned over to open the drawer on the
nightstand. He pulled out his phone and said, “Come in.”

            Before
Sam could even turn to shoot him a questioning look, there was a knock on the
door, and Master Jake came in.

            Panicked,
Sam tried to grab the thermometer, to pull it out before their visitor saw, but
Master Dan seized her wrists and held them behind her back.

            “You
will stop that this instant,” he growled. “In here, Jake.”

            The
other dom sauntered in. “Well, well. Don’t let me interrupt.”

            “Sam’s
feeling a little self-conscious,” said Master Dan. “I’m sure we can help her
get over it, though.”

            Master
Jake walked around to the other side of the bed. He was wearing black leather
jeans, a cowboy hat, and nothing else. He crouched down to Sam’s eye level.

            “Naked,
restrained, and penetrated,” he grinned. “Triple threat. That’s nice for you,
Sam.”

            “Sam’s
face is pretty flushed,” said Master Dan. “I think we may need a second
reading. There’s a vaginal thermometer in the bag. Why don’t you go get it.”

            Master
Jake wasted no time. A minute later, his hand was pushing Sam’s thighs apart,
and she felt another, thicker glass bulb touch her entrance.

            “Deep
breaths, darlin’”, he said, and pushed the instrument all the way in. “Nice and
slick.”

            Sam
moaned, and thrust her hips a little against Master Dan’s thighs.

            The
two doms held her down for several minutes, until the slippery probe in her
rectum was withdrawn, and then the one in her vagina. She sighed contentedly.

            “Good,
Sam,” said Master Dan. “Now you’re going to suck Master Jake. I want you to
make him good and hard, but you are
not
to let him come.”