Chapter Eight - Melina

The pommel horse along with the soft leather whip allowed my juices to freely flow down my thighs. My lust sensitive skin reacted in such a way that made Brent sing my praise.

My moans filled the room in a sexual symphony that mingled with the clap and bite of the whip, creating a cacophony of deafening music.

When the whip's tail licked my clit and Brent commanded my release I screamed in complete and utter abandon. The orgasm shattering my soul and fusing it back together in a split second, sending goosebumps crawling over my skin. The sound of rushing water filled the room as my breath left my lungs ending my scream.

My legs barely held my weight as my vision blurred, the grey wall receding into static.

Once my breath returned it was in short, fast gasps, raising my limp torso off the leather cushioning and plummeting back down in a thump.

My heart and sex thrummed in synchronization as I slowly floated back down.

Sometime in my haze, Brent had released me from the pommel horse and had carried me to the bed and lay me on my stomach. I winced and moaned as he applied ointment to my back and thighs. He paid special attention to the insides of my thighs and my labia. I squirmed against his hand as he lightly brushed my clit and he chuckled.

"Now, now. You're done for the day, Kitana." He lightly spanked my asscheek and rolled me onto my back.

He wiped away the tiny spot of blood on my clitoral hood and applied the same ointment.

"Come. I'll run you a cool bath. The ointment should be set into your skin by the time the tub is full." He stood and held his hand out to me.

"I should note on your file that you're a squirter." I laughed softly at his remark and took his hand, wincing as my skin stretched with my back bending.

He helped me up and dressed me in a light silk robe before leading me to the door.

He led me through the barroom and showroom, passed the door leading to the staff offices and dressing rooms and into the staff bathrooms.

The room was decorated in hues of reds and purples, resembling bruises. The entire room consisted of a seven head shower, big enough for two, a corner jet bath and a standing basin, the pillar anointed with a claw holding the bowl.

He left me to take in the room and went to the bath. The water hit fibreglass and porcelain with a loud splat, turning my body automatically toward the sound.

My mind was blank.

No thoughts about my ex.

The emotional pain that he'd inflicted.

The mental abuse of being called stupid, useless and ugly day in and day out.

Everything was silenced.

The insecurities of my own body were silent.

"How do you feel?" He asked from next to me making me jump in surprise.

"Spaced out. Thank you, Master." Even my voice sounded far away in my ears.

He placed a hand on my elbow and hip and led me to the tub where he removed the silk robe, letting it pool at my feet. He ran a hand softly over my back, feeling for stickiness from the ointment.

When no residue came off on his fingers he picked me up and placed me slowly in the water. The cool water felt like ice on my inflamed skin and I involuntarily shied away from the water.

"Too cold?" His voice was soft compared to the commanding tone he used in training. I nodded and he placed me back on my feet, opening the warm water allowing the tub to fill further.

He added a few oils for good measure. Lavender and eucalyptus filled my nostrils bringing my brain back into functioning.

He stirred the water after a few moments and asked me to test the water. I pushed my forearm into the water and sighed as it immediately calmed my skin.

He helped me into the tub and left me with instructions to gradually heat the water as I grew used to it and to head home and sleep.

Most of my punishment had come from waking him at two a.m requesting permission to touch myself.

I did as requested and reheated the tub until no hot water came from the faucet anymore, then stood and gently patted down my bruised arms and back.

As much as the rough texture of the cotton towel hurt, I was reminded of the session. I had almost screamed my safeword when he'd brought me close to orgasm and stopped but had gritted my teeth and it had been worth the wait.

***

That night I joined Mr and Mrs Anderson for dinner with Tristan and his wife and sub, Zuri. The lamb neck roast had been devine with pieces of garlic and fat laced through. The roasted potatoes covered in a butter garlic sauce had stollen the show until desert. A strawberry meringue tart covered in tall peaks of perfectly baked egg whites. A large strawberry covered in chocolate sat right on the tallest peak in the centre.

You could hear the crack of the meringue being split and the silky slide of the knife through the centre, the soft crunch as the knife slid flawlessly through the butter biscuit base.

The sweetness of the meringue complimented the tartness of the strawberry centre, the texture added from the biscuit creating a delightfully delicate crunch in the silkiness of the meringue and filling.

Tristan and Zuri made some conversation with me, but mostly little things regarding the club. Giving nothing away to Tristan's parents.

After dinner, the elder Anderson's excused themselves and retired to their apartment at the back of the house. A few minutes passed in silence as Zuri and Tristan whispered between them before looking at me.

"Brent sent you home early today." Zuri started and I nodded.

"Yes. I, uh, kinda couldn't slip back into, well, me." I said awkwardly, looking at her. A small smile graced her lips and she nodded in understanding.

"How long did he deny you? He requested a note be made that you're a squirter." Her voice was all business.

I mentally did a calculation.

"Twenty-three hours. Since yesterday afternoon around one p.m until eleven a.m" I told her keeping my voice at the same level of professionalism. Tristan chuckled and placed his hand on Zuri's. She looked at him briefly and nodded slightly.

"Are you okay with coming into my office tomorrow afternoon? When you're done training, of course." Her face gave nothing away.

"Yes. As soon as the session is done I'll stop by. Master Tristan requested I send you a copy of one of my books that I've written, I have done so." He started visibly at the mention of his name falling from my lips and he shot me a heated look.

Zuri barely contained her smile as she nodded in acknowledgement of my statement.

The conversation played along the lines of work and how it could benefit my hobby.

An hour later Tristan surprised both myself and Zuri with his question.

"You don't have switching Doms on any of your lists. Can the possibility be explored?" I gaped at him before mentally shaking myself. Zuri was taken aback as well, but her face soon softened into a knowing expression.

"Yes, it can. However, I would have terms regarding the Dom or the Dom/sub pair." I answered him honestly. He tilted his head and looked toward the door through which his parents had disappeared an hour and a half before.

"Get on your knees." He told me, his tone switching from conversational to dominating. I gasp at the sudden order but slips off my chair into my knees.

"Oh, she's an obedient one," Tristan told Zuri with a smirk in his voice. I could hear the degradation coming in his voice.

Zuri giggled softly and met my eyes with a small nod and encouraging smile.

"Crawl, whore." I felt a wave of the liquid crash between my legs at his words and I immediately obeyed, wanting the reward that came in the end.

I crawled to him in my hands and knees, keeping my back straight and pushing my breasts down to the floor. Swaying my hips and rolling my shoulds.

In the time it took me to cover the distance between where I sat to him, he'd turned his chair to face the dining room door and opened his legs, a clear indication where he wanted me to stop.

I shot Zuri a concerned look and she mentioned for me to continue. I stopped between his legs and he brought both hands to my face, cupping my cheeks and turning my head so that I looked him in the eye.

"Let's see if you can handle me. If you can, you should be fine with Cole." He said softly, his breath carrying the remaining scent of roast lamb and gravy. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded as much as his grip allowed.

"Your words have meaning, Kitana." He whispered close to my face. He'd used my head to raise me into my knees, my feet digging into the rug below me for grip.

"Whatever you wish, Master Tristan." He hissed in a breath at my words.

"You're a quick study, Kitana." He breathed against my cheek. I met Zuri's eyes and she watched me with barely restrained lust.

My sex was drenched by now and I needed to be filled. His praise at my behaviour and words filled me with a sense of pride, warming me from the inside.

"Unzip me." He commanded dropping me painfully onto my knees. I did as he commanded and his cock sprang free from his pants. This man goes commando.

He looked at me with hunger in his eyes and nodded toward his cock bouncing in front of my chin.

The silent command was obeyed instantly as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

He groaned and I heard a soft feminine moan come from Zuri. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was watching my lips move up and down her husband's cock like it was a goddamn lollipop.

I twirled my tongue around the head of hick cock, drawing another groan from him. I watched him and Cole's face flickered in front of his. I put everything I had into sucking the cock that was subtly starting to fuck my mouth.

I added my hand to the mix, twisting the hard flesh slightly and angling him into the back of my throat.

I relaxed my gag-reflex and took him to the hilt.

My nose was now buried in his pelvis.

His hips punched upward and Zuri moaned again, her eyes fixed on me. She was sitting in her chair, frozen, her eyes never leaving mine.

I pulled back popping the swollen member from my lips and wrapped both hands around his shaft.

I wrapped my lips back around the head, licking and sucking, pressing my tongue to the most sensitive part of his shaft.

He groaned and reached behind him, grabbing a handful of Zuri's dress and pulling her toward him. He pulled her down roughly, kissing her as though his life depended on it.

His hips ground against my hands and mouth as I alternated, bringing him closer to climax.

I returned to my room after Tristan came in my mouth. Zuri had come forward and pressed a kiss to my lips, drawing her husbands semen into her mouth and swallowed the load.

He had been rewarding enough to tell me that, if I wanted, I could take care of myself. Once.

I took him up on the offer.

I stripped my clothes from my body and fell into bed. The polyester blend scratching my skin slightly, sending tingled to my sex.

I pulled the top sheet over my naked body and kept one hand outside while slipping the other through the valley of my breasts, down my stomach and onto my epilated mound.

I dipped two fingers into my wetness and brought them up to my clit.

Even though my clit was small enough to use my forefinger, I preferred the extra pressure of another.

I moaned softly as I circled my clit, pinching the bundle of nerves between the sides of my fingers.

My free hand moved to my breasts and pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The scratchy material heightening my pleasure. I needed something more.

I reached into my nightstand drawer, my hand leaving my nipple, searching for a specific toy.

I found the thick, long and veiny dildo and grinned in anticipation of being stretched to the point of excruciating pain.

The fingers on my clit paused for a moment as I slid the dildo under the sheet and switching it on. The soft buzz on my abdomen made me shudder as I slid it further down, enjoying the soft skin-like feel of the toy as it rolled over my smooth mound.

I bit my lip on a moan as I swept the dildo up and down my slit, gathering my juices on the silicone. I pressed the head against my entrance and slowly pushed it inside.

My fingers circled my clit once, twice before pushing it a few centimetres further inside.

I felt myself stretching as it slipped further into my channel and I whimpered.

The silicone dildo was now buried halfway inside and I was panting, the pleasure-pain of being stretched to the max stealing the space in my lungs.

I took another deep breath and pushed the dildo deeper, my whimpers becoming mewls of pain as my fingers worked my swollen clit.

My juices flowed from my sex around the dildo, sliding into my ass and onto the bed. I moaned as my inner muscles pulled the dildo in further.

Three quarters.

Three quarters of a thirty centimetre long and tapered from a lovely five-centimetre head to a whopping twelve-centimetre thick base dildo was now buried inside me.

My breaths came fast and hard as my fingers circled and pressed my clit.

I gave an experimental clench of my inner muscles and moaned as I felt my opening tear slightly. The dildo didn't move.

I brought my hand back up and over the sheet and pinched my tight nipples.

I felt pressure building deep inside and my hand left my clit to pump the dildo in and out. I cried out as the pressure coiled tighter, a burning sensation covering the coil like a blanket.

My hips lifted and descended of their own accord in rhythm to my hand pumping the dildo.

The boiling coil started to burn its way down from my abdomen down into my womb. I was moaning loudly between gasps of air as I angled the dildo to hit my g spot.

I used my chest and stomach as a scratching post as I dragged my nails down the sheet.

The sheet stuck to my now clammy body as I held on to the coil burning in my cervix.

I could feel my g spot expand and pressed the dildo into me as far as the slick silicone could go and vigorously rubbed my clit.

My short nails bit into the swollen lips of my sex as I circled and applied pressure. I groaned and grunted in the effort of holding back the orgasm that wanted to burst through me.

My hips slid back and forth on the wet sheets below me as blue eyes filled my vision.

I came in a burst of fluid around the dildo laying between my legs. The force of my orgasm had pushed it out of me entirely.