by Ivy Nelson
“Fuck off, Lance,” Hunter said. “Though, if I’m picking between Mark and your ugly ass I’ll go with Mark every time.”
Garrett chuckled at their good-natured ribbing. Lance was far from ugly and had recently been named one of Chicago’s hottest men by some big-time gossip magazine that covered Chicago’s elite.
He excused himself from the banter filled conversation and made his way upstairs. He wanted to set a few things up for Isabelle to enjoy later. His goal for the weekend was to see her relax and not worry about anyone else for a change.
In the room, he saw that Cassie, a former house submissive, had set up the items he requested. Bath oils, candles, a nice fluffy robe, and a face mask. He added a few of his own items to it before sitting down to get some work done.
When he opened his email, he scowled at a message from Regina. Why hadn’t she called him?
He lifted his phone to his ear.
“Regina, you should have called.”
“Sorry, Sir. You seemed adamant about not being disturbed. I figured if it were important enough you would see my email and get in touch.”
“Fair enough. What’s the new information you have?”
“We looked into the former employees fired for stealing at your Colorado Logistics facility and found something interesting. Helen Peters is dead, died a few months after she was fired when her car went off a bridge. Carmen Alvarado, as you know, is in prison, and so is Susan Arno.”
“Fuck,” Garrett swore. “Is there any reason to believe this is just a monumental coincidence?”
“That’s going to be a question for a private investigator, but my gut says no.”
“I’m talking to an investigator in the morning. Anything else?”
She hesitated. “What is it, Regina?”
“I’m sure it can wait until Monday, but I was reviewing your social calendar and you had the Colorado Small Business Gala penciled in. The problem is, I haven’t received an invitation.”
Garrett frowned. “That’s odd. I’ll give Paul a call next week and get it sorted.”
She cleared her throat.
“Jesus, Regina. I know I’m an asshole, but I also know you’re not afraid of me. Spit it out.”
“Your brother has an invitation already.”
“Maddox Oliver, or whatever last name he’s using, is going to the Colorado Small Business Gala? That doesn’t make any sense.”
Something told him it wasn’t a coincidence that he didn’t get one. “I agree, Sir.”
He let out a growl. “OK. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, but it can wait. I have things to do tonight.”
He ended the call and scrubbed a hand over his face. None of this would affect their weekend. It was time to take Isabelle to the dungeon.
Back downstairs, he found the women huddled at a corner table laughing. It was a delight to see his girl giggling with her friends as she sipped a martini. Damn Dakota. He had a feeling there was little else besides vodka in that glass.
With a half grin, he approached the table and put his hand on Isabelle’s shoulder. “Good evening, ladies. I’m here to reclaim my submissive for the night.”
“Awe we were having so much fun,” Cassie pouted as Isabelle tipped her nearly half full glass and emptied it.
“I always knew I liked her,” Dakota said with a grin.
Isabelle giggled and looked up at Garrett. “I promise I’ve only had one.”
He winked. “I trust you, Doll. Let’s go.”
When she stood, he leaned down and whispered in Austin’s ear. “I wouldn’t mind bending your ear about something tomorrow if you’re free in the morning.”
She gave him a thumbs up and he pecked her on the cheek. Now he just needed to find Jax. Turning, he took Isabelle’s hand and led her to the dungeon.
As they wandered the dungeon, they came upon a rope scene and paused to watch for a few minutes. Garrett didn’t have the patience for rope and stuck to metal or leather cuffs if he wanted to restrain a sub.
Ultimately, he preferred a girl just stayed where he put her and held whatever position he asked her to. That was the ultimate act of submission. Knowing she could get up and walk away from whatever he was doing to her, but she chose not to. Fucking hot.
He planned to test Isabelle’s ability to hold still later tonight.
As the scene in front of them continued, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “Go to the water station and get us each a glass of water, then get a clean sheet from the shelf and bring it to the last alcove on the right, please.”
She nodded and murmured, “Yes, Sir.” He stepped back and watched her walk away before turning toward the alcoves on the right side of the room.
When she brought the water, he toasted her and tipped his glass up for a long sip. After she’d drank a quarter of her water, he took the glass from her and set it on a nearby table.
“Spread the sheet over the lounger and come here. I want to undress you.”
While she did as he asked, he pulled his own shirt off, eager for skin to skin contact with her.
When the sheet covered the lounge, she came and stood in front of him almost trembling.
He slowly let his hand drift to the hem of her blouse and lifted it over her head. She willingly lifted her arms and he tossed the garment to the side. Reaching behind her, he unzipped the short black skirt she wore and pushed it down her hips, so she stood before him in only a bra and panties.
He could look at her all night just like this.
“Take your bra off,” he commanded.
When her breasts were free, he leaned against the small table and smiled. “Offer your breasts to me,” he said.
Her small hands cupped a breast in each hand, and she lifted them up as she moved closer to him. “These are for you, Sir,” she whispered.
He bent his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, causing her to gasp and stumble backward. His arm shot out and captured her at the waste as he continued to lash at the sensitive bud with his tongue.
“So sweet,” he murmured as he pulled away.
“Onto the bed with you,” he said, pushing her in the lounger's direction. “I want you on your back with your arms above your head resting against the back.”
She hurried to comply with his order, laying so she was slightly propped up by the back of the lounge. Her long slender arms stretched above her, pulling her tits nice and high. The things he wanted to do to them, he thought as he watched her.
“Spread your legs for me, Doll. I should be able to see all of you right now. Nothing hidden.”
Her face brightened in a blush as she let her legs fall open.
“Much better.”
He crossed the small space to stand at her side and stare down at her.
“Tonight, you saw some delightful bondage, but we’re going to play a different kind of bondage game.”
She kept her eyes trained on him as he spoke. “We’re going to play with what I like to call mental bondage.”
“Mental bondage? I’m not sure I’ve heard that term.”
“Instead of me physically tying you down, I’m going to tell you where I want you and you’re going to be a good girl and not move. Even if you can, you’re going to stay right where I put you just as if you were bound there because you want to please me. Stay still and things will be mostly pleasurable for you. Move out of position, and I’ve got some creative ways to punish you, but mostly, you’ll just know that if you move, I’ll be disappointed.”
Her eyes went wide, but she nodded. “Yes Sir. I do want to please you, so I’ll do my best to keep still.”
“Good girl. This will involve a bit of pain, but not a lot. I promise if you just lay there and let me have my way, you’re going to be coming before long. The more I have to ask you to get back into place, though, the harder you’re going to have to work for an orgasm, understood?”
She nodded and he grinned. “Good girl. For now, I want you exactly the way you
are. I’ll tell you if I want you to move.”
He watched her breathing slow as she took in deep breaths. An attempt to calm her nerves.
He tugged his toy bag closer to the chase and dropped onto a stool next to it, so he had easier access to her body.
Leaning down, he tugged nipple clamps out of the bag and laid them on Isabelle’s chest between her breasts.
He pinched a nipple lightly between his finger and thumb. Not hard enough to hurt, just a little pressure. Slowly, he increased the pressure until he saw her mouth twist in discomfort. Watching her face gave him an idea of how much he could tighten the clamps he was about to use.
Picking up the clamps, he put the first one in place on the loosest setting before repeating the process on her other nipple.
She remained still, not squirming, just breathing deeply. He twisted the tightening screw on each clamp until he saw the hints of pain in her face. Just enough pressure to be slightly uncomfortable. That discomfort would go away when he focused her attention elsewhere.
He dragged a finger down her abdomen, and she bucked against the chair at his touch.
“Easy, Doll. We’re just getting started,” he murmured.
His hand lingered above her pubic bone but didn’t dip further. A glance between her legs told him she was glistening and ready for his touch. That would be coming soon enough.
He leaned down and pulled another item out of the bag. A spiky pinwheel that if used a certain way could draw blood, but used gently, it would provide an interesting sensation.
She gasped as the spikes touched her upper thigh and her leg twitched. He dragged the wheel up her thigh until it hit the junction of her hip and thigh. She squealed as he tickled her with the device.
He dragged it from her hip across her pubic bone, stopping directly in the middle. He felt her tense as he slowly dragged down instead of across until he came to rest just above her clit. He knew she was waiting for him to drag it across her clit, but he wasn’t going to give her that pleasure just yet. She would have to earn her pleasure tonight.
He pivoted and ran it down the side of her pussy, careful not to put too much pressure and careful not the rub against her clit. She whimpered as he pulled his hand and the device away.
Then he brought it to rest under one breast and this time, put enough pressure that it would sting just a bit but still not break the skin. She gasped and bucked away from him, so he gave the chain between the nipple clamps a sharp tug. “Be still, Isabelle,” he commanded as he dragged it under the underside of her breast.
He let his free hand trail from her knee to her upper thigh, causing her to shudder. The pinwheel moved to the top of her other breast, coming perilously close to her clamped nipple. He continued to torture her with the spikey wheel for several minutes as she tried her best not to writhe beneath his touch. When he was satisfied with the way he’d awakened her body, he stood, pulling something from his bag as he did.
It was a leather flogger with unbelievably soft falls that could pack a punch or feel like a gentle massage. He would aim for somewhere in between the two, focusing on her breasts and thighs.
Her eyes went wide when she saw the flogger. Impact play was not a hard limit for Isabelle, but she’d expressed reservations. The plan was to introduce her to the sensual side of it.
“Just relax and trust me, Doll. I’m going to make you feel good. Close your eyes if it helps.”
She nodded and let her eyes drift shut as he raised the flogger and let it fall gently over her breasts. It would feel more intense because of the nipple clamps pinching at her.
He brought his arm over his head again and swung down, controlling the strike with his other arm. The falls trailed down her abdomen, tickling until they came between her legs. She tried not to squirm as he let the strands of the flogger dangle across her slick folds, just barely tickling her. Without warning, he brought the flogger back up and popped it down on her thighs, harder than he’d done on her breasts.
Her eyes flew open as the sting sank in. It wouldn’t have been too much pain, but it was shocking, nonetheless. When he flashed her a wicked grin and let the flogger fly again, she moaned as the strands hit her sensitive flesh.
He moved his aim slightly for the third strike so the falls of the flogger would brush against her slick pussy as they fell. Her writhing threatened to close her legs, so he reached down and tugged sharply on her nipple clamp chain.
“Keep those legs open, Doll. Your only mission is to keep your pussy nice and visible for me and to stay still and drink in every sensation I want you to feel.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered as he struck her thighs once more.
He spent a good five minutes warming her skin with the flogger, alternating between her breasts and thighs with the occasional strike between the legs.
Later he would turn her over and warm her ass in much the same way.
For now, though, it was time to reward her with a bit of pleasure, as frustrating as it might turn out to be for her.
He let the flogger clatter to the ground, causing her to jump before he bent and picked up a toy some called a magic wand. It was a vibrator with a large head. Flipping it on low, he pressed it against her pussy, purposely avoiding direct clitoral contact. She wasn’t going to get an orgasm that easily.
When she lifted her head with a moan, he immediately stopped the vibrations and brought a hand down firmly on her pussy. The smack would have stung. She cried out and he put the vibrator back in place chiding her to be still once again.
“You’re doing good, Isabelle. Be still.”
She moaned as the vibrator worked her to a frenzy.
“Tell me when you’re close. You can’t come until I say so, understood?”
She nodded and whimpered.
“Yes, Sir.”
He flipped the switch and pressed it onto her clit. She cried out.
“I’m close, Sir. Please let me come.”
He chuckled and pulled the vibrator away. “Not so fast, Doll. I hope you didn’t think it was going to be that easy.”
She stuck her lip out in an adorable pout. Her reward was another firm smack on her pussy.
“Hmmm,” he murmured. “I like the color my hand is turning your wet little cunt. Maybe I’ll use my mini paddle on it and see if we can get it to stay nice and red for a while. What do you think, Doll? Should I spank your pussy like I spank your naughty bottom?”
She whimpered but rallied with the right answer. “If it pleases you, Sir.”
He grinned. “Such a good girl. As a reward, I’ll only give you five pussy smacks with the paddle.”
Her pouty lip returned, and he bent to drop a kiss to her lips.
The swats to her pussy were not harsh. Just enough for her to feel them on her overly sensitive skin. As soon as the fifth one landed, he pressed the vibrating wand to her pussy. She cried out and squirmed. However, she managed to keep her legs spread.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured as he watched her body become flush with the need to orgasm. “You’ll come soon, little one.”
When she was on the brink, he pulled the wand away again and stood.
“You’re going to be released to move soon and I’m going to give you a position to get into. Get it wrong and you don’t get to come until I’ve fucked you. Get it right and I’ll reward you. First, though, we need to take the clamps off.”
She whimpered and shook her head, but he just laughed and bent over her, pressing the release on both clamps at the same time. Her body jerked and she moaned as he knew pain was shooting to her nipples, but she didn’t move out of her position. It made him harder than he already was, and he needed to be inside of her.
“OK Doll. Present,” he said when she had calmed down.
He kicked the stool he’d sat on toward the end of the lounge so he would have a full view of her delectable backside and pussy when she was in position.
By the time he dropped down onto the stool again, she was already scra
mbling into position. He gave her a few seconds to adjust herself.
“Very good, Doll. Enjoy your reward.”
He leaned forward and pressed the wand to her cunt. She bucked her hips against the vibrator and cried out as the sensations overtook her.
“Come whenever you need to,” he encouraged.
The orgasm shot through her and he watched her convulse beneath the vibrator’s sensation. He kept it in place until a second orgasm rolled through her.
When she was pleading for him to stop, he pulled the toy away and set it on the nearby table.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I like watching you come for me.”
He stood and unzipped his jeans, lowering them enough to free his thick erection. He tore open a condom and rolled it on then positioned himself at her opening.
With his hands gripping her hips, he thrust himself into her, not taking the time to go slow. He needed her. Now. She groaned and pushed her hips backward to meet his thrust and soon he was pounding himself into her, their bodies slamming together hard and fast. It wouldn’t be long before he found his own release, and he wanted Isabelle to go with him.
“I want you to come again. Can you make it happen or do you need some help?” he asked, ready to hand her the vibrator.
Her fingers slid between her legs and found her clit. “I can do it, Sir,” she cried as he fucked her.
When she was on the brink, he let himself go, biting out a command for her to come with him.
She did, and together they sailed over the brink of pleasure, letting the torrents of bliss carry them all the way down.
He shifted her so he could collapse onto the lounger behind her and together they lay recovering as their breathing returned to a normal pace.
Slowly they floated back to reality, and he eased away from her to clean up. Someone else would want this play space soon, and it had to be sanitized.
Isabelle stood and started to gather the sheet and pick up the toys.
“Kneel,” he said as he snapped his fingers.
She immediately dropped the sheet and lowered herself to the ground, her head held high as instructed.