Offside

by Bianca Sommerland

  He’d learned the ropes—literally—with Sue while the two of them had first started exploring the lifestyle, but hadn’t tried chains until he’d played with his first “boy” years later. But he couldn’t even recall how the wiry man had looked all bound up and exposed to him. All he could see was the erotic image of Becky’s body spread out. He could almost hear her sweet cries accentuated by the sharp music of the steel links as he took her . . .

  Rein it in, Pearce. He was already hard, with precum a cool smear at the tip of his dick. His jaw tensed as he forced his mind back to the task at hand.

  He removed his shirt, tossing it in his hamper before joining Becky in the gym. Naked, on her knees in the center of the room, back straight with her hands palms up on her thighs, she was the vision of a sub patiently waiting for her Master’s pleasure. Which brought him into the headspace where he could be the Master she needed. From the color of her skin to the ebb and flow of her breath, nothing about her would escape his notice. If she hadn’t been in the right place to begin, he knew many little ways to help her reach it, but she’d put herself there with the same absolute trust a tiny kitten would give before curling up in his big hand to sleep.

  He ran his hand over the velvety smooth strands of hair resting on her shoulder, smiling at the way she moved into his touch without shifting position. Her neck curved slightly when he caressed her cheek with his knuckles, but she kept her eyes forward, simply letting him do as he pleased.

  Absolutely perfect. “You would make any Master very proud, little doe. Lovely poise. Nice and calm. If I asked you to, you would stay here, like this, all day without a word of complaint.”

  A tiny twitch at the corner of her lips was the only hint that she wasn’t crazy about the idea. Her tone was soft and composed when she replied, “Yes, Sir.”

  “As always, you will tell me if you’re uncomfortable. If anything becomes too much for you to handle.” He circled her, drawing out the anticipation while he took his time drinking in how beautiful she was, with her heavy breasts thrust out, her wide hips and the generous swell of her ass a luscious temptation—he could push her forward on to her hands and knees and just worship her body for hours. But he wanted more than her body. This scene would expose all the parts of her she kept hidden. All her desires, all her fears, would be laid out to him. Bringing her to that level would take more than sex. It would require all his experience, would force him to expose own fears.

  Which meant he had to trust her as much as she was trusting him. “We’ve discussed your limits, but I would like to clarify a few things. Anal sex is a limit, but I may choose to touch your ass, use my hands, or toys, to stimulate you. You will use yellow if anything I do comes too close to that limit. Pain is also an issue for you, but I will use a certain amount to increase your pleasure. Yellow if I reach the edge of what you can take. Red at any point when you cannot take any more. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. He stopped by her side, not speaking again until she looked up at him.

  “You will always vocalize your answers, pet. We’ve discussed this.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” A light shade of pink spread over her cheeks. “I understand, Sir.”

  “Very good. Is there anything I should know about? Joint issues? Any discomfort in your muscles that would make certain positions uncomfortable?”

  “No, Sir. I think I’ll be fine in any position.” Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip. “But . . . the balls I put in are small. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold them in.”

  His lips quirked. “I believe I can help you with that. Stand up.”

  She rose gracefully, the small lines in her forehead and tension in her jaw the only evidence of her struggle to keep the balls inside her. When he patted her thighs for her to spread her legs, she let out a whisper of protest.

  “Open.” He nodded as she parted her thighs, then he cupped her pussy and covered her mouth with his to swallow her gasp. “Give them to me.”

  Blushing, she held her breath and went perfectly still. He could sense her trying to relax, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to push the balls out of her body. He kissed her cheek as he pushed two fingers into her, pulling out one ball, then the other. His fingers and the balls were slick with her juices. Erotic to him, enough to make his dick throb and his balls tighten.

  But Becky evaded his gaze as though she was embarrassed.

  “Everything about you is so fucking sexy,” he whispered, his lips close to her ear. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to have you this wet for me.”

  She gave him a hesitant smile. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re very welcome, pet. I don’t ever want you to feel ashamed or embarrassed when you’re with me.” He left her standing there and went to his toy bag to pull out some cleaning wipes. Leaving the balls wrapped up in one, he took out four leather cuffs and a plain leather collar, then returned to her. “The collar is new, but we’ll only use it this one time. From this point on, whenever we play, you will wear my collar. We’ll find one together that’s a little more personal, but what it means won’t change. Once it’s on your throat, you are completely under my control. Every worry, everything beyond the scene, is gone.”

  “But what if—”

  “No what ifs. Your phone is in the other room. I’ll hear it if anyone calls, and I will tell you if there’s an emergency.” When she nodded, he continued. “Let it all go. Let me take care of you.”

  “But only while the collar is on, right, Sir?”

  “Right. I think the distinction will make things easier for you. You can say or do whatever you want after I take it off.”

  Her lips curved into a wry smile. “Within reason.”

  He chuckled. The collar wasn’t on yet, so he was fine with her playfully throwing his words back at him. “Exactly.”

  As he wrapped the supple black leather around her neck, she held her breath. But then let it out with what he could only describe as relief when he locked it in place. The faraway look in her eyes told him she’d sunk even deeper into her submission.

  That she’d let herself go.

  This was what he’d wanted from her. And yet, it meant that he had to be even more aware of her body language, of her reactions, her pulse, even the way she blinked. Before long, she’d be too immersed in the sensations to really care about her limits. Or much else besides what she was feeling. Which meant he had to do it for her.

  Small beads of sweat covered his chest, which didn’t bother him, but the way Becky’s hair clung to her temples and her throat made the temperature a problem. He returned to his bag to fetch the Ben Wa balls, then went to adjust the AC. He grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge at the back of the gym while putting the glass Ben Wa balls, still wrapped up in the cleansing tissue, on a shelf inside. He brought the bottle of water to Becky, let her have a few sips, then set the bottle aside. After putting the wrist and ankle cuffs on her, he brought her over to the steel framed multi-station. Weights filled two sides of the huge cubical structure, and there was a padded bench stretching out from one side, but this area was cleared for chin-ups. And ideal for bondage. The chains wrapped around the top and bottom corners looked a little out of place, but he could tell by the way Becky’s eyes widened that she knew exactly what they were for.

  He clipped the steel fasteners at the end of the chains to the Drings on her wrist cuffs, then knelt to do the same to her ankle cuffs. A few adjustments and her entire body was spread open, the chains clinking softly as she covertly tested her restraints. He fit his body against hers, pressing his lips to her throat, smiling against the rapid pulse beating under her soft flesh. The subtle aroma of her sweet, floral perfume, mixed with the heady musk of her arousal, made his nostrils flare.

  “Close your eyes.” He backed away enough to make sure she obeyed, then brought his hands up to hers, lacing their fingers together. He kissed her closed lids, her cheeks, her lips, drawing his fingers down over her palms, along h
er inner arms. He traced the pulse of her throat with his fingertips, so very slowly, absorbing her heartbeat through his touch. The texture of her smooth, damp skin. He let her feel the scuff on his cheek against hers as he caught her ear between his teeth with just enough pressure to make her breath catch. Then he tasted her skin, salty and sweet all at once, like some kind of decadent candy he could suck on for hours.

  His chest swelled with pride as she shivered and dropped her head, her features softening as she relaxed. He could sense her letting the restraints hold her, feel her sinking deeper into that special zone where there was no resistance, nothing left to hold her back. He knew it wasn’t easy for a sub to go there with a Dom, and it would be even harder for Becky because she’d been hurt so badly in the past. That she would do it for him was precious.

  There were no words to tell her what it meant to him. But he did his best, wrapping her hair around his fist and letting his tone convey all that what he said would lack. “You’re safe with me. I can see you know that, and it means more than I can say. What you’re giving me is a wonderful gift. One more valuable than anything I’ve ever been given. I accept it. And I will keep it. Always.”

  A single tear spilled down her cheek. “I love you so much, Sir.”

  He dried the tear with his thumb and kissed her. “I love you too. Now be still. I’ll be right back.”

  She hissed in a breath through her teeth as he moved away from her. He listened to her letting it out slowly as he went to his toy bag. He hadn’t taken out everything he would need because, while anticipation was good, the element of surprise added an edge to pleasure. An edge the fear a sub felt when they set eyes on certain toys wouldn’t always serve. He brought the toys over to lay them at Becky’s feet. Curved his hand around her hip to let her feel his presence. Then brought her heavy breast up to his mouth to suck a hard, thick nipple between his lips.

  “Deep breath, baby.” He dried her nipple while rolling it between his finger and thumb. Opened the small, metal tweezer clamps and closed the rubber padded tips on the rosy nipple. Becky’s whole body jerked, and she shuddered as the clamps pinched her flesh. “Give me a color, little doe.”

  “Yellow, Sir. I hate these things.” Her bottom lips trembled. “They hurt so bad!”

  He frowned. He hadn’t even tightened it yet. “Is it really that bad, Becky? I haven’t added any pressure. Have you used these before?”

  “I have, but the teeth dig in and . . .” She swallowed, her brow furrowing. “There’s no teeth. No cutting.”

  Fucking Christ. If he ever found the Dom who’d abused her trust and forced her to experience . . . but no. There was no point in dwelling on that now. He gave her a moment to absorb what she was experiencing with him. Mild pain, if that.

  “There’s a bit of pressure, but . . .” She exhaled roughly. “Not yellow. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Don’t be sorry.” He moved the tiny circle to add a bit more pressure. “Tell me when it reaches the point of actual pain.”

  She bit her bottom lip. Then gasped. “Oh! Enough! No more, please!”

  “Good girl.” He put the other clamp on, circling both nipples with his thumbs as she adjusted to the sensations. “So pretty. Your breasts are nice and heavy. You should feel them more with the clamps on.”

  “I do, Sir.” Her hair was clinging to her temples again, but this time, it wasn’t because of the heat. She gave him a grateful look when he smoothed it back. “I’ve never been the type of woman to get much out of a man playing with my breasts, but . . .”

  “This is different.” He smiled when she nodded. Good. Very good. He wanted everything about their scene to be different from the half-assed scenes in her past. “You do know they hurt more coming off?”

  “I know.” She giggled, a light, happy sound that made his cock strain against the zipper of his jeans. “But I think I can take it.”

  “Good. Eyes closed.” He reminded her. She shut her eyes obediently, and he picked up the flogger at his feet. From this point on, he would do everything in his power to make every memory she had of all the toys a Dom could use pleasant. “Don’t forget it is me touching you. Toying with you.”

  “I won’t forget, Sir. I’m here for you. I just hope all the talking isn’t ruining things.”

  “It isn’t, but I think you need to be silent for a while. Find the place where you were before. Stay there. Let me do the thinking for you.”

  “Is it enough for you, Sir?” She tensed as he ran the strands of the flogger up her inner thigh. “I need to know that I’m giving you something too. I can’t . . . I don’t feel right just taking.”

  The way she held on to that tender, generous nature, through it all, was precious. But he wouldn’t be satisfied until he helped her let it all go. He flicked the flogger lightly against her flesh. Not hard enough to sting. Just enough to get her ready for what would come. “You’re giving me—” He took a step back, flicking the flogger again. Harder this time. “—everything I need.”

  The tension in her body kept his strikes light at first, just hard enough for a slight sting. But as the tension eased away, he let her feel the leather strands wrap around her inner thighs, over her belly, her breasts. The chains clinked noisily as she arched toward him, silently begging for more. Stark red welts marked her flesh as he let the flogger strike her with a bit more force. Enough that she’d feel it for days. He hit the rosy flesh around her nipples, slowing his pace as the muscles in her thighs tightened. She wasn’t a masochist, but her arousal, mixed with the endorphins each bite of the flogger sent pulsing through her veins, brought her closer and closer to her release.

  And it was time to give it to her.

  “Now, little doe.” He stood close to her, flattening her breasts with his chest, filling her with two fingers, slapping her outer thigh with the flogger. Again. And again. “Let me hear you scream!”

  Her pussy gripped his fingers convulsively. She threw her head back and let out a scream that sliced straight down the length of his rock-hard cock and speared his balls. He dropped the flogger and withdrew his fingers. She was still clenching, still shuddering from her climax.

  The next one would be even harder.

  He went to the fridge and took out the Ben Wa balls. While they were still nice and cold, he pushed them inside her, savoring the lovely contrast of the cold glass entering her blazing hot body. Tiny goose bumps covered her flesh as he dropped to his knees, rubbing his cheek along her inner thigh before bringing his tongue up to her slick pussy. He held on to her thighs as he licked her, groaning as he pushed his tongue into her snug cunt, pushing it past the muscles fighting to keep those little balls inside.

  “Don’t let them go.” Breathing hard, he pressed his forehead to her stomach, feeling his grip on control falter. She was so far gone she didn’t answer him. Simply dropped her head back and thrust her pussy closer to his face. “Stay with me, Becky. I’m going to take you now.”

  “Ah!” She trembled as he pressed one last kiss on the plump flesh of her pussy lips. “Zach!”

  He stood and undid his belt. Folded it and slapped the length along one if her quivering thighs. Then the other. After unclipping her wrist and ankle cuffs from the chains, he steadied her with an arm around her waist, then turned her to face away from him. He clipped her wrist cuffs above her once again, then drew her thighs together and cinched them with his belt. It would be a tight fit, but it would also make it easier for her to hold the glass balls inside. There was a condom on the floor with his toys. He unzipped his jeans, then tore the wrapped of the condom, peeling it over his feverishly hot dick.

  Fisting his dick in his hand, one arm around her waist, he pushed between her thighs, into her wet slit, shoving hard until he was in as far as he could go. He pulled her flush against him. The little balls shifted around the head of his cock and the sensation made him shudder. He drew out, then slammed in hard. The chains sang along with her rough cries.

  * * * *

  Bec
ky’s gasps had hurt her raw throat as the cold glass balls had filled her. She’d been so sure they would slip out, but then Zach had used his tongue on her, bound her thighs together, and filled her up with his dick. For some reason, those tiny balls made her even more moist than usual. And the way they massaged her inner walls, gliding around, stimulating new places within, kept her balancing endlessly on the verge of yet another orgasm.

  Everything had passed in quick, erotic flashes, numbing her brain. Her skin sizzled everywhere that the flogger had hit her. Zach’s broad chest pressed against her back. He moved around her, and she let out a scream as the tight pinch on her nipples from the clamps disappeared and blood rushed back into the puckered flesh. Pain swelled out through her breasts, making them sore and sensitive as they swayed. She felt his dick between her clenched thighs, driving into her cunt hard, making those little balls move faster, slipping and sliding until the noises coming from her kept time with their every shift.

  Control was lost. Belonged to him. All of her belonged to him. Everything except for her mind and her heart. But even the wall protecting them crumbled as she screamed, coming again and again. The tight confines of her pussy were breached mercilessly, and she couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to stop it. She dropped her head, shaking as his dick dragged in and out, so slowly that she could feel the silken flesh moving over his steel length. Feel the throbbing of his pulse as he swelled, as he slammed into her and let out a growl of release.

  He didn’t pull out right away, and she wasn’t sure whether it was more for his benefit or hers, but when he finally eased out she realized all her bones had disintegrated. Her body wouldn’t do anything she wanted it to. She couldn’t stand up straight, couldn’t move her arms—her arms, still up over her head with her wrist cuffs attached to chains. Zach unclipped the cuffs one-handed, holding her against him with one arm bracing her back. He carefully placed her arms around his neck. She tried to straighten her legs, but they were stuck together.