The Blood of the Ocean

When they were back out on the street, Jarod's hand resumed it's place at
Parker's lower back, but this time the action was more of a caress, and his
fingers continued to stroke across the soft material of her dress as they
walked. She led the way to a small café, allowing Jarod to open the door for
her and hold her chair as they sat down at a table. When he too was seated,
Jarod studied the menu for a quick moment before signalling the waitress.

"A toasted club on rye and iced tea for my partner, a burger with fries and an
apple cider for myself," Jarod ordered, and pulled a face as the waitress left,
leaning forward to whisper, "I don't like calling you my partner, Mistress, it
makes us sound like we're cops or lawyers."

"You'll do it because I'm asking you to," Miss Parker replied evenly, and her
mouth twitched, "Consider it a novelty and a treat. I could have made you call
me 'Goddess' for the whole day."

Their food arrived quickly, and Miss Parker gazed at Jarod as they ate,
shuffling forward on the edge of her chair so her leg bumped his under the
table. As Jarod tried not to choke on his fries, she slipped off one of her
shoes and slid her foot up the inside of his ankle.

"Did you enjoy last night?" Parker asked between mouthfuls of food, and Jarod
nodded.

"Very much," he said, with a twinkle in his eye, "You *are* a goddess."
"Suck up," she said with a chuckle, and stroked her foot to the inside of his
knee.

"I've never been so completely lost in my headspace before, so completely shut
off from my surroundings," Jarod explained in a low, intimate tone that gave her
shivers.

"Had you ever done any sensory deprivation play before last night?"

"No... I mean, Marcus and I had done the usual blindfold and torment, but he
only ever used his hands... and mouth, of course," Jarod said, flushing lightly.

Parker tried to imagine his former master, Marcus Levrin, as she finished
off her sandwich. It was difficult to conjure an image of wharod rod would find
attractive in a man; tall and broad like Jarod himself? Or perhaps a smaller
man, fine and pretty? She could not see Jarod submitting to anyone who's will
was not equal to his own, could not see him submitting to anyone without great
passion for life.

That thought made her feel blessed.

"And the clamps?" Miss Parker asked, delicately wiping her mouth with a paper
napkin.

"Good," Jarod said simply, his eyes darkening with arousal, "I'm not one for
pain, not serious pain, but the clamps was just walking the line. You kept
tightening them, pushing my pain threshold, and doing such pleasurable things to
my body."

Parker could see Jarod was quite hot over the mere memory, and slid her
foot up higher, letting it rest on his groin, and feeling his hard cock twitch
underneath. She smiled at Jarod, feeling her own body beginning to warm in
response.

"Can we go back now?" Jarod asked earnestly. He drained his cider in a quick
gulp.

"No, I want to buy some more fruit before we go back," Parker said with a
chuckle.

There was a surge under her foot, and she rubbed her toes lightly across
the seam of Jarod's slacks, watching his eyes turn black and his jaw slacken
somewhat. Parker leaned forward, picking up one of his hands and turning it
palm upwards. She brought it to her mouth, and carefully licked a line down the
centre of it.

"Oh god," Jarod whispered, and she gently bit the tip of his middle finger.

After that, Jarod finished his lunch at a breakneck pace, almost dashing
to the counter to pay. Parker tormented him further by taking her time to get
to the green grocer's, forgoing her usual fast stride for a leisurely pace.
Behind her, his hand at her back, Jarod was practically dancing with impatience.

Inside the gr's, 's, Parker stood over the banks of fruit and vegetables,
holding two mangoes and considering them carefully. Jarod stood behind her,
practically pressed against her, his soft breath whispering over her bare
shoulders. A young woman holding a baby gave Miss Parker a faint smile of
amusement, which broadened when Jarod began to press delicate kisses on his
Mistress's shoulders. Parker ignored him, raising the mangoes to her face to
smell the ripest.

After selecting a wide variety of fruit and vegies to replenish the supply
they'd had over the last few days, Miss Parker decided she was finally ready to
go. She'd been keeping Jarod on a fine edge of desire all day, and the relief
on his face was evident as she led the way back to the car.

"Thankyou Mistress," he murmured as he opened the car door for her, and Miss
Parker gave him a small smile as she settled into her seat.

Jarod sped all the way back to the house, parking the car, helping Parker
from her seat, putting the roof up and gathering the groceries in record time.
He practically hustled her through the front door, and as soon as they were
inside, she whirled on him.

"Drop the groceries," Parker growled. Jarod dropped the bags immediately,
several oranges spilling out and rolling across theor. or. She grinned evilly,
"If you're not naked within two minutes there's going to be hell to pay."

Miss Parker pushed him up against the door, pressing her mouth to his in a
hot, wet kiss. She tugged at the buttons on his shirt, and Jarod kicked off his
shoes and hopped on one foot at a time, trying to tug off his socks. While she
pushed off his shirt and bent her head to bite at his nipples, Jarod undid his
trousers, pushing them off his hips and stepping out of them.

"Mistress..." he whispered rentrentially, dropping to his knees in front of her.
Parker ruffled his hair affectionately.

"You still have to be punished for your little rebellion this morning," she
said, and Jarod gazed up at her in sudden misery, "But first we're going for a
swim."

Miss Parker led the way through the front room, through the lounge and out
onto the deck. Jarod followed obediently, helping her to remove her dress,
lovingly stroking her ankles and calves as he helped her step out of her shoes.
As he stood, Parker placed her hand on his chest, and pushed him backwards into
the pool.

Jarod came up sputtering for air a few seconds later, and Parker dived
smoothly into the pool, surfacing beside him. She pushed wet locks of hair off
his forehead, smoothing her hand down the side of his face, chuckling.

"Laps," she instructed.

They spent the next twenty minutes doing laps up and down the length of
the pool, Jarod's powerful stroke allowing him to go much faster than his
Mistress, but she didn't mind. Eventually she stopped, allowing Jarod one more
lap before he came to stand beside her in the pool, panting lightly. Gently
Parker drew his face down for a thorough kiss, and he swept her close, his
erection pressing against her belly.

"Please Mistress," Jarod groaned, "Let me show you how much I want you. Let me
give back some of the pleasure you've given me."

"Very good, River..." she murmured, and allowed him to lead her from the pool.

Jarod disappeared inside, returning with a couple of towels. Lovingly he
patted his Mistress dry, and then quickly rubbed himself off. Miss Parker
laughed as he swung her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he
carried her inside. He sat her gently on the modular couch, kneeling in front
of her. He lifted her hands, pressing a kiss against each of her fingers.

"Very pretty, River," Parker said in amusement, "But get down to business."

d chd chuckled, rocking back on his haunches and lifting one of her feet.
As she sighed in bliss, her slave skilfully massaged each foot, kissing the
arches and sucking on a few of her toes. He gave the same treatment to her
calves, tickling the backs of her knees with his tongue, and then moving onto
her thighs. Parker made a soft noise of disappointment as he bypassed her
crotch, instead rising up onto his knees and kissing his way up her abdomen.

When he ignored her breasts, instead massaging each of her hands, Miss
Parker gave a groan of frustration. Jarod suppressed a smile, sucking on her
fingers one by one. He rubbed each of her palms with his thumbs, and then
turned her arms over and kissed up to the insides of her elbows.

By the time Jarod had massaged her shoulders and was licking and sucking
on her neck, Parker was practically boneless. She sighed as Jarod insinuated
himself between her knees, providing himself with better access so he could
caress her face and run his fingers through her still damp hair. He trailed his
fingers around her ears and down her throat, and Parker arched her back as his
questing fingers drifted across her breasts.

It was the first time that Jarod had touched her breasts, and Miss Parker
moaned as he cupped them in his hands, kissing his way down breabreastbone. He
weighed her breasts in his hands, stroking his thumbs over her nipples until
they hardened under his touch.

"Use your mouth, that's an order!" Parker growled.

Jarod obeyed, licking at her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and
gently pinching the other. Miss Parker groaned, spearing her fingers into his
wet hair. When his free hand dropped to stroke the inside of her thigh her hips
flexed with need. The suction on her nipple increased, making one long ache
draw to a point in her breast.

"You have... exquisite breasts, Mistress," Jarod said, raising his face for a
moment, before switching sides. Parker shuddered with pleasure, tossing her
head back against the couch.

She arched again when Jarod's hand slipped from her thigh to her crotch,
his warm fingers delving into her moist folds. Two fingers pushed slowly into
her in shallow strokes, his thumb lifting to drift over Parker's clitoris. At
the same time, Jarod bit on her nipple, pinching the other between thumb and
forefinger.

"Oh god!" Parker cried, bucking her hips into his caress.

Jarod released her breast suddenly, leaving a trail of wet kisses across
her abdomen and stopping when he reached her pelvic bone. Miss Parker panted
with arousal as he sat back on his heels. He took his hand away from her crotch
and lifted one of her legs, placing it over his shoulder. He gripped her hips
and slid them forward, so her butt was on the edge of the couch and her knee
settled on his shoulder.

"You are so beautiful, Mistress," Jarod said, before lowering his mouth to her
wetness.

Parker cried out as he thrust two fingers inside her again, his tongue
lapping at her clit. After the day's teasing and Jarod's erotic massage she was
wound tight already, and knew she wouldn't need much to push her over the edge.
Jarod's talented tongue and fingers made her squirm, the pleasure so fine it
bordered on pain.

"Harder... harder..." Miss Parker panted.

Jarod sped up his motions, working another finger inside her, so Parker
was panting and tossing her head. Just when she thought she couldn't bear it
any longer, Jarod surrounded her clitoris with his lips and sucked hard, sending
a piercing pleasure through her so bright that she let out a hoarse yell, her
body jack-knifing off the couch. Jarod didn't stop thrusting his fingers into
her, and Parker hunched over him, sobbing as wave after wave of merciless
thrills chased through her body.

When she had stopped shuddering, and gained some of her breath back, Jarod
stopped his movements, slowly withdrawing his hand and raising his face. Parker
rested her forehead on his shoulder, sliding off the couch to sit in his lap.
She realised he was painfully hard, his cock weeping against her belly, but he
didn't say anything, simply wrapping one arm around her and stroking her flanks
in a soothing manner.

"Thankyou Mistress," Jarod whispered, and when Parker looked up in surprise he
continued, "Thankyou Mistress, for letting me do that for you. You're so very
beautiful."

Parker gazed into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and adoration there,
aware of his hands pressing against her naked skin. She had a fleeting moment
of panic, wondering what the hell she was doing, diving into a BDSM relationship
with Jarod, letting him give her the most explosive orgasm she'd ever had. Her
breath caught in her throat, and she had to force herself to breathe slowly,
closing her eyes and kissing him soundly. Here they weren't Jarod and Miss
Parker, hunted and hunter, they were River and his Mistress, escaping into a
world of sexual delight. It was just about sex, Miss Parker reminded herself,
but couldn't deny the loving way Jarod held and kissed her.

She broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Jarod gasping and looking cond. d.
She lay a finger across his lips when he opened his mouth to speak.

"From now on I want you deeply immersed in your submission. You will prepare
dinner, and you will meditate on what we discussed this morning while you do it.
I still have to punish you for that..." Miss Parker said, and Jarod's expression
became troubled. She traced her finger across his lower lip, smiling a little
at his pout, "However, you behaved very well today, so I've decided to combine ur pur punishment with your reward. Understand?"

"No Mistress," Jarod said, confused again.

"Good," she said, and stood up somewhat shakily, still boneless from the
incredible feel of Jarod's mouth on her.

While he went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner, Parker headed
upstairs to clean up. Standing in the bathroom, she stared at the reflection of
herself in the mirror. The woman that looked back at her was far from the
consummate professional she usually saw every morning. Her hair had dried in
loose curls around her face, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes seemed
unnaturally large and bright in her face and her lips were swollen with kisses.
Her lithe body all but glowed, her breasts sitting high and firm on her chest,
her nipples rosy and hard. There was a slight slickness on her thighs, and a
faint rash from Jarod's stubble on her skin. In short, she looked like a well-
fucked and eminently sated woman.

Miss Parker cleaned herself up quickly, heading back into the bedroom to
prepare for the night's entertainment. She dressed herself carefully, selecting
some tight leather pants, a black corset that pushed her breasts together and
up, and a pair of black stilettos sharp enough to poke holes in the floor. A
final touch to the outfit was a thin leather collar, and two leather wrist
cuffs.

Carefully she laid out what she would need from the toys' cupboards,
leaving them in plain view for Jarod to see. She managed to drag out a folded
massage table she had spotted earlier, and set it up in the centre of the room.
When she was satisfied with her preparations, she headed back into the bathroom.
Leaving her hair loose and tangled, Miss Parker applied some thick, dark, eye
makeup, and dusted her skin with a fine gold powder, so she shimmered under the
lights. Deciding her cheeks were flushed enough, she swiped on a layer of deep
repstipstick on, and then stared at the image she had created especially for
Jarod.

"Damn," Parker muttered, "I'm turning myself on."

As one last element to the mind fuck, she picked up a fine riding crop and
carried it downstairs with her. When she entered the kitchen, Jarod was serving
up some antipasto, cheese, fruit and bread. He turned around, a platter of
cheese in his hand, and almost dropped it as he caught sight of his Mistress.
Slack-jawed, he placed it on the table.

"Mistress looks... hot!" he said.

"No speaking," Parker snapped, and flicked the crop to give him a gentle tap on
his thigh, "Eyes down, slave, remember your place."

She sat down at the table, and Jarod hurried to pour her a glass of iced
tea, and then knelt beside her chair. She took her time over the meal, knowing
Jarod was wound tight with tension and anticipation for the evening ahead.
Parker fed him as she fed herself, occasionally giving him sips from her glass.
Jarod remained quiet, appearing serene at first glance, but as Parker watched
him he clenched and unclenched his hand. He wanted to fidget, she could tell.

When they'd finished eating, Parker pushed Jarod up the stairs ahead of
her, swatting his ass with the crop for every step they took. She took care to
ensure that they were nothing but the lightest of taps, designed to warm his
butt, but not inflict any real pain. She recalled Marcus Levrin's warning about
Jarod's aversion to any pain that was not purely erotic in nature, and hoped
what she had planned as Jarod's punishment would merely push that line, and not
cross it.

"Light the candles, River," Parker instructed, and Jarod lit the candles around
the room, giving light to the dark room. He was halfway back to his Mistress
when he saw the items she had laid out, and stopped dead.

"Mistress?" he said nervously, his eyes flicking over each individual item.

"Come lie down on the table, River, face up," Miss Parker instructed.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jarod kept moving forward. He climbed
slowly up on the table and lay down on his back, turning his head to look
beseechingly at her. Parker ignored him, picking up a pair of padded handcuffs.

"Raise your hands above your head."

"Please, Mistress, I'm sorry for this morning..." Jarod whispered, but his hands
rose to lie above his head. Miss Parker cuffed them together, and then attached
a length of thin chain from the cuffs to one of the supporting rungs on the
table. She gave it a swift tug, checking its durability.

"Mistress, please, this morning was an aberration that will *never* happen
again," Jarod said miserably. His erection had wilted completely, and Parker
had to steel her resolve.

"Quiet, River, and submit," she said sharply.

She attached a single padded cuff to each of his ankles, and Jarod
blanched as she picked up a spreader bar. It was approximately two feet in
length, and she pushed Jarod's feet apart and attached each end to one of the
cuffs, so his feet were close to the edge of the table and he couldn't close his
legs if he wanted to.

"Please!" Jarod rasped harshly, and Parker gave him a dark look.

"There are several perfectly useful ball gags in the cupboard," she snapped,
"Don't make me use one."

Miss Parker looped another chain around the spreader bar, tugging on it
until Jarod had to wriggle towards her. When she was satisfied he had no slack
in his arms, she attached it to another rung on the table. Jarod flexed his arm
uselessly, unable to gain any leeway.

Jarod almost sobbed as she picked up a wide leather belt, doing his best
to hinder her efforts as she tried to thread it under his abdomen. Irritated,
she gave him a quick pinch, pushing the belt under him when he gave a yelp of
surprise and arched off the table. Parker fastened it securely, checking it
wasn't too tight. She then took two more lengths of chain, looping one on
either side of his body, pulling them tight and fastening them to the table.
Jarod tested his new bonds by trying to arch his back, but the chains tightened,
and he was unable to lift his body or roll from side to side more than a couple
of centimetres. Nor could he lift his legs, close them or move his arms. He
rolled his head to look at his Mistress unhappily.

"Do you trust me River?" Miss Parker asked, playing with his hair. Jarod nodded
slowly, his eyes flicking back to the last item that she had yet to use.

"I trust you Mistress, but I-"

"Shh," she soothed, bending to kiss his lips, "I told you I would reward you for
your good behaviour today, so this will be both punishment and pleasure."

"I don't see how," Jarod muttered mutinously, but Parker continued as if he
hadn't spoken.

"Now, I'm going to give you some time to adjust to your bondage. I will never,
*ever* leave you while you are bound, River, so if you are in any real distress
you need simply to use your word and I will release you. you you remember your
word?"

"Refuge," Jarod whispered weakly.

"Very good. Once again, the use of your word does not ensure your immediate
release; I will simply check that you are not hurt, and that your breathing is
still okay. Why do you think we're doing this, River?"

"Because Mistress is evil," he grumbled.

"Wrong. We're doing this because you showed a reluctance to trust me this
morning, River. I want you to think of this while you lie here, bound by your
Mistress because She chooses to do so. You will accept whatever I choose to
inflict upon you, whether it be pleasurepainpain, because you have given
yourself freely to me, and it pleases me to do so. I'll now give you time to
reflect on this."

Over the next half an hour, Parker sat on the bed and watched Jarod. At
first he fought his bonds, trying to find some escape or leverage. Gradually
his shifting restlessness slowed, then stopped altogether, ae lae lay still.
Eventually all the tension drained out of his body, and he relaxed into his
bindings. It was then that Miss Parker approached him again, smoothing his hair
off his head and kissing his brow.

"Who do you belong to?" she asked.

"You Mistress," Jarod said, his voice soft and complacent. Parker smiled,
knowing how a session of bondage could drive one deeply into a pleasant
headspace.

"And why are we doing this?" she asked, raining kisses on his cheeks.

"To show that I trust you Mistress," Jarod said, then hesitated a moment before
continuing, "And because it pleases you, Mistress."

"Very good," Miss Parker crooned, and kissed him in earnest. She slid her hands
down his chest and tugged on his nipples, but he didn't squirm. The only sign
he even noticed what she was doing was a slight stirring in his groin.

Parker proceeded to skilfully arouse her slave, licking and biting his
nipples, scratching her nails along his skin, gently palming his balls, and then
finally stroking his hardening cock. When he was moaning with need she gave him
one last kiss and stepped away from him, picking up the final item she had laid
out; the cause of Jarod's misery. A shadow of fear returned to his eyes as she
approached the table with it.

"Please don't whip me, Mistress," Jarod said. His tone was calm, not pleading,
and she shook her head.

Parker didn't say anything, simply flicking the small, fine suede whip in
her hand. It had many tiny braided tails, which were barely thirty centimetres
in length, and was extremely lightweight. She had found a cock whip to be very
effective for both extreme pleasure and extreme pain, and intended to find a
reasonable balance between the two for Jarod.

She positioned herself next to the table, and Jarod closed his eyes,
breathing deeply. Jarod's cock had wilted slightly at the sight of the whip,
and she stroked it again to renew his arousal. Parker then laid her hand next
to his groin, so she would feel the intensity of every strike on the back of her
hand. Jarod turned his head away from her in a gesture of denial. She noticed
he was trembling slightly.

"It's all right," Parker whispered affectionately.

Raising the whip, she rained the first, gentle lash, making sure only the
tips of each tail hit his cock, so there would be no wrap effect. Jarod jerked
his head to look at her in surprise, and his cock surged with renewed life.

"Not so bad, huh?" she said in amusement, and Jarod shook his head.

"It's kind of... nice, very nice," he said, sounding bemused.

Parker laughed, and continued to flick her wrist so that the whip was in
perpetual motion, the tails lightly stroking Jarod's cock with every lash. He
groaned, flexing against his bonds again. Miss Parker increased the pace, so
every touch of the whip flicked her hand with just a tiny nip of pain, and Jarod
jerked again.

"Oh god..." he panted, a sweat breaking out on his skin. She thought he had
never looked so beautiful, tied and aroused.

"Why are we doing this, River?" she asked, and Jarod tried to focus on her.

"Because... because you are my Mistress, and I must show trust in my
Mistress..." he panted. He thrust his hips as much as he could, and Parker
increased the pressure just a fraction.

"Tell me how it feels," she said. Jarod groaned again.

"It feels... good. Hot, and... ah... just so much sensation..." he mumbled.

Parker sped up, each lash just a little harder than the last, feeling
intensely satisfied as she watched Jarod thrash his head back and forth. To
her, the licks of the whip gave only a tiny sting, but to Jarod it must feel
like his cock was on fire, she imagined.

"Please, please... let me come..." he begged.

"Don't come until I say so!" Miss Parker barked.

"It feels so... *god*... It's so intense... I can't... it stings but oh..."
Jarod cried. He gave a choked off cry, rocking the table as he strained at his
bonds.

Miss Parker gave him a few more quick lashes, tossing the whip aside and
lowering her mouth to take Jarod's cock as far as she could into her mouth.
Jarod gave a bellow of surprise, his hips lig ang and his body shuddering
uncontrollably. Parker hollowed out her cheeks, sucking hard, and Jarod came an
instant later, spilling his seed into her waiting mouth.

Swallowing quickly, Parker gave him one last lick before raising her head,
gazing down into her slave's stunned eyes. She smiled coyly, setting about
removing the belt, spreader, cuffs and chains that held him captive. Even after
he was released, Jarod lay limply, merely lowering his arms and closing his
legs.

"Everything all right, River?" she asked, and Jarod nodded dumbly.

Parker helped him to sit up, and he buried his face in her shoulder, his
hands slipping around her waist. After a few minutes he raised his face,
kissing her urgently, and squeezing her tightly against him.

"It's okay..." Miss Parker said, beginning to get worried. Jarod gazed at her
solemnly for a moment, then his face broke out in a radiant smile.

"That was amazing Mistress, thankyou," he said huskily, and she let out a sigh
of relief.

"Not too much?" she said, fondling Jarod's now flaccid, slightly red penis. He
winced, and shook his head.

"No... good, wonderfully good," he said dreamily.

Parker led the way into the bathroom, starting the shower for them both.
Jarod took great delight in removing her classic dominatrix outfit, kissing each
new section of skin he revealed. She wiped off her makeup quickly, then they
both stepped under the shower's hot spray; Jarod yelping as the hot water hit
his groin.

They washed each other quickly, Miss Parker amused by Jarod's endorphin-
high happiness. She was feeling a buzz herself, knowing it was a scene that had
gone even better than she had expected, and delighted that Jarod hadn't reacted
with any negativity to the gentle whipping. Turning off the water and stepping
out, they quickly dried off. Back in the bedroom, Parker blew out all the
candles, pulling Jarod into bed with her. He kissed her sweetly, nuzzling
against her.

"Thankyou Mistress," he whispered dreamily, before they both drifted off.

Miss Parker was awoken sometime in the night by Jarod's soft cries. She
shook him gently, murmuring soothing words, and he awoke with a gasp. He held
her tightly, his shoulders shaking, and she stroked his back gently.

"It's okay, I have you," Parker murmured.

As Jarod slowly settled, she felt his erection growing against her thigh.
Very slowly, he lifted his head and kissed her, long and deep. Sleepily, Parker
returned the kiss, sighing as his hands ran over her breasts, gently cupping and
kneading them. When Jarod nudged her thighs with his knee she parted them,
moaning as he slid between them. A moment later she felt his long fingers
probing her readiness, and she lifted her hips in invitation.

Jarod slid inside of her in one smooth motion, supporting his weight on
his elbows. Parker gasped, wrapping her legs high around his waist. She slid
her fingers into his hair, watching him in contentment as he began to thrust.

They rocked slowly together for a long time; the only sounds their soft
cries of pleasure. Pleasure wound around Parker from the inside out, and she
clung to Jarod's shoulders. He took one of her hands, guiding it down between
them, and she took the hint, gently stroking her clit in time to his thrusts.
They kissed again, and not long after Miss Parker came to a shuddering orgasm,
waves of sensation sliding over her. Jarod kissed her neck, gasping into her
skin as he reached his own climax. He collapsed onto her, breathing hard for a
moment before he rolled to the side, taking her with him. Parker settled into
his arms, completely sated.

"I love you..." Jarod sighed, but she was too tired to say anything, and
snuggled down and went to sleep.