Completely Mine: Bliss Series, Book Four

by Hall, Deanndra

  Can’t wait to see the reaction to this. “Today, we play.”

  “Good. ‘Bout damn time,” she says. That was not what I was expecting.

  “But first, we’ve got to iron everything out. Our roles, our limits, everything. I’d say we start with breakfast and go from there.”

  “Yeah,” she says, and she lifts her head just enough to nip one of my nipples with her teeth. “Iron it out.”

  Breakfast takes about thirty minutes, and I insist that we talk about benign things, like the weather or TV. We wind up talking about movies.

  When we’re finished and everything’s cleaned up and put away, she asks, “So we’re going to do this now?”

  “Yes. Go sit on the sofa,” I say and point. “And before you sit down, take everything off.”

  “All I’ve got on is my robe and gown.”

  “Take them off.” I watch as she drops the robe, then shucks the gown over her head and drops it on the floor. “Sit down, legs apart.” Those beautiful legs spread and I can see everything. “Clasp your hands behind your head.” That lets her thrust her tits forward, which is exactly the effect I was going for. “Good. That’s good. When we’re playing, if we’re negotiating or talking about a scene we’ve done after we’ve finished, this is how you’re to sit. And now it’s appropriate to call me sir.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says, never blinking.

  “Okay, let’s get started. We’ve got a lot of territory to cover. I’m a bondage guy. I love it. I love hogtied women, I love bindings, I love shibari, I love spreader bars and restraint systems. I love it all. Is that something you enjoy?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. I’m also into orgasm denial followed by orgasm torture. Is this something you enjoy?”

  I watch as she clenches the muscles in her inner thighs. “Yes, sir.”

  “I also like suspension. Again, do you enjoy that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I like clamps of all kinds, especially nipple clamps, and I’m prone to using some vicious ones. Again, something you enjoy?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you like anal play?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you know how to do prostate stimulation while sucking cock?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you like double penetration?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “What about airtight parties?”

  “Very much, sir.”

  “Do you like women?”

  “Not my favorite thing, sir, but if it turns you on, then yes. I’m perfectly okay with having sex with a woman.”

  “Are you okay with me having sex with another woman?”

  Her eyes narrow a little. “Alone or while I watch?”

  “While you watch and participate?”

  “Yes. While I’m there, but not when I’m not. How do you feel about the same for me with another man?”

  I don’t hesitate. “Yes if I’m there. No if I’m not.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Is there any sex implement you object to?”

  She sits there for a full minute, thinking, before she finally says, “Can’t think of one, sir.”

  “What about flogging, bullwhip, caning, things like that?”

  “Fine, sir, except for my feet. I don’t like having my feet touched.”

  I lift my eyebrows in passivity. “Okay. Fair enough. It’s not a big thing for me anyway.”

  “Sir?”

  “Yes?”

  She hesitates a little before she asks, “How do you feel about being videotaped during sex?”

  Well, there’s a new one. “Honestly, I’ve never thought about it. Why? Is that something you like?”

  “Oh, yes, sir. I really do. And I like to watch it afterward, or sometimes while I’m alone. I like to watch myself getting fucked, and I like to watch my partner from an angle I can’t see while I’m being fucked.”

  Now there’s an idea I’d never thought about. “But don’t you worry about something like that falling into the wrong hands?”

  She rolls her eyes like the brat she is and asks, “Sir, do you know what’s in the back of your linen closet?”

  “What?”

  “The back of your linen closet. Do you know what’s in there?”

  “Towels?”

  She rolls her eyes again and snickers. “Sir, there’s a safe in the back of your linen closet.”

  I’m shocked. “You’re shitting me.”

  “No, sir. There’s a safe in the back of your linen closet, and I asked if we could have the combination changed to something that was of your making. Instead, he said―”

  “‘He’? Who’s ‘he’?” I ask.

  “The building super. He said it’s biometric. You can have the company that installed it come out and change it to your fingerprints.”

  “And why were you interested in that?” I have no idea how this came up in the middle of this particular discussion.

  “Because you load the videos on a thumb drive and put it in the safe. And no one can get it out but you, so you know it’s secure.”

  Aha. She thinks of everything, this one. “I see. Well, I’ll think about that. I’ve never given thought to having myself videotaped having sex.”

  “You should, sir. You’re quite the stud. I bet the videos would be hot,” she says, which makes my ego puff up like my dick already is.

  “Thank you. Okay, so, back to our original conversation,” I say, trying to steer things back on track. “If this works out and we know we’re compatible, I’d be willing to offer you a contract in three weeks.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Is that agreeable to you?”

  “Very much so, sir. Would I be collared?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sir?”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you collar instead of being engaged?”

  “What?”

  “If you collar a submissive, is that the end of the line? Is marriage still a possibility, or does that preclude marriage? I mean, is the collaring ceremony your version of a proposal? Is being collared the equivalent of being engaged? I mean, I just want to be clear on all of this. I don’t want to read more into something than what is there.”

  “No. For me, that’s two very different things. I’ve been in long-term D/s relationships that I knew would never end in marriage. I’ve been in relationships where I was engaged and there was no possibility of a D/s relationship.”

  Her eyes go wide. “Really, sir?”

  “Yeah. Just one of many reasons that it didn’t last. I’m a Dominant first and a sadist second. I make no bones about that, and she didn’t want it. I tried to work around it, but I couldn’t, so it just didn’t work.”

  “I see.” She sits there thinking, then asks, “So am I required to do particular things? Be undressed at all times in the house? Kneel beside the sofa in the evenings? Suck your cock at particular times each day?”

  “No. None of those things. When we’re working within protocol, I’ll make that clear to you. Otherwise, we look vanilla. We act vanilla. The only difference will be whatever I give you as a symbol of a collar, and how we behave within the community. Is that okay?”

  “Would it be okay if I were nude in the house?”

  I just laugh. “Okay? That would be a dream come true!”

  “Just checking,” she says with a wink. Lord, she’s a tease.

  “Any questions?”

  “Do I need permission to get up out of bed to go to the bathroom? Get up in the morning? Go out? Shower? All those things?”

  “I’m not interested in controlling your whole life, Cirilla. Just where it pertains to sex. That’s my territory.”

  She nods. “Gotcha.”

  “Okay. So the question now is, do you want a taste of my proclivities?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You do understand―creating pain is what I do. It’s what I crave. It’s not about hurting you. It’s about creati
ng hurt. The submissive is my canvas, and creating pain is what makes me feel like myself.”

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

  “Good. Go shower and meet me back out here when you’re finished. Be sure to do your prep.” Oh, this is gonna be too much fun.

  I shower quickly, remembering to trim up my fur. I’m not the hairiest guy in the world, but nobody wants that in their teeth. When I’m finished, I wrap a towel around my waist and saunter out into the living room.

  Ten minutes later, she’s stepping out of the bedroom. “Don’t sit down,” I say, rising. “Just keep walking. Straight into my room.” Boy, is she going to get a surprise.

  There’s a bondage bench there, one with a long knee and elbow rest down each side. “Kneel on that rest right there,” I tell her. When she’s kneeling, I add, “Drape yourself over it. Make sure your tits are hanging down the sides.”

  The first thing I do is secure her ankles to her thighs, not tightly, but with only about a fist’s width between the back of her thigh and her heel. Then I bind her elbows to the rests on that side. When I’m finished with that, I braid a piece of rope into her hair and let it drop. That’s going to come in handy.

  “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wear a ball gag when we play in the apartment. I can’t have you screaming and bringing in the neighbors.”

  “I won’t scream, sir, I promise.”

  I let out a sigh. “Okay. We’ll try it. It’ll make it easier for me to take advantage of your mouth anyway.” I could swear she purrs at that comment.

  I pull out a new high-powered vibrator and click it on. It hums and so does she. Next, I find the big glass dildo I love so much and lay it out. I get out a flogger, a blindfold, and a fur glove. And last but not least?

  The locking pliers. God, I love those things.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes?”

  “How many women have you used these implements on?”

  “None. They’re all brand new. I don’t recycle implements.”

  “Thank you, sir, for that respect.”

  “You’re absolutely welcome.” I wouldn’t dream of using a dildo I’d used on one woman on another. That’s just … No. Can’t do that. “What’s your safe word, submissive?”

  “Red, sir. Always. Traffic light colors.”

  “Good. That’s simple enough. Did you clean yourself out in the bathroom?”

  “Yes, sir. Two enemas, sir.”

  “Good. Okay, then, I think we’re ready to proceed. From this point on, you will do as you’re told. You will not come unless I expressly give you permission. You will accept my orders and enjoy them. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Then the scene begins.” I slip the blindfold on her and wait, but she says nothing, so I grab the pliers and clamp the jaws of one set over one nipple. As I start to crank it down, she gasps a little, but she settles right into it. Then the other goes on, and I’m careful to match the tension in the jaws of each to the other. Soon, they’re tight enough that they won’t just fall off. “Submissive, this will be extremely painful, and I will be increasing the pain as we go along. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Okay.” I take four turns on one of the pliers and she gasps, then four on the other. By the time I’m finished, her nipples are white and I know they hurt. “Submissive, do you like that?”

  “Yes, sir,” she pants.

  “I guess that means they’re not tight enough.” There’s a little groan from her before I start tightening them again. After another eight turns, she’s visibly stressed. “Painful enough for you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I take two more turns and she finally lets out a cry, but it’s not enough of a cry. I want them to be seriously painful, like I-can’t-take-it-anymore/yes-you-can painful. Two more turns and I get an, “Oh, god.”

  “Hurts?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Hurts good?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Then they’re obviously not tight enough.” That gets a small mewling sound from her, and I tighten them each three more turns and listen to her gasp and whine. “How’s that?”

  “Oh, god, sir,” she whispers.

  “Hurts good?”

  “No, sir. Hurts.”

  “Okay. Two more turns and I’ll let you decide.”

  “Oh, sir, please …” I take two more turns on each and I hear her say, “Oh, god, fuck.”

  I’m not going to ask. That’s the effect I was going for. I check her pussy―yep, soaking wet. “It appears your pussy likes that pain, submissive.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says in small, panting gasps.

  “Let’s see how much it likes the pain, shall we?” I run two fingers into her wetness and she gasps again. “I think you need more. Am I right?”

  “As you please, sir,” she answers. Oh, shit, that’s the right fucking answer, my dick tells me.

  “You’re right. It is as I please.” Lubing up my hand, I fold my fingers duck-like and begin to press them into her pussy. I hear her mumble something. “What’s that, submissive?”

  “Oh, god, fist me, sir, please?”

  “I’ll see what I can do.” I’m not going to fist her, but I am going to run them in as far as I can just short of that. I get to the meaty part of my thumb and my hand stops. “Oh, subbie, your pussy is beautiful. Tits still hurting?”

  “Yes, sir,” she almost howls. I hope I don’t have to drag out that gag.

  “Good. Let’s see if I can keep turning up the heat.” With the fingers of my free hand, I start to stroke her clit, and I hear her cry out just a little. “What’s wrong, sub?”

  “My tits, sir. The clamps are dangling.”

  “Do you like that?”

  “If it pleases you, sir,” she answers, and I almost come undone.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Like a motherfucker, sir.”

  “Good, good. Let’s see if we can get them to dangle a little more.” I start stroking her again and she’s wiggling and squirming, my hand shoved halfway into her pussy. But I stop just as I see she’s headed toward an orgasm, then walk around in front of her, grab the pliers, and give them a tug.

  “Owww! Oh, god, sir!”

  “That’s what I was looking for!” I take a look at her nipples. They’re stark white from the pressure, and I turn the knobs on the handles two more times.

  “Owwwwwwww, oh my god. Oh, god. Oh, the pain, sir. I’m not sure I can take it.”

  “You can and you will. I’ll give you more. It’s coming. You’ll love it.” The vibrator is lying within reach and I grab it and turn it on, then slip it under the bench and press it to her clit.

  She jumps like she’s been shocked and the pliers dangle. “Ohhhhh, oh, sir, it hurts.” The minute the words leave her lips, I grab one of the pliers and yank. “Eeek! Oh, god! Oh, shit, shit, shit.” I yank the other. “Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh god, please, sir. Oh, god.”

  “You’re going to come and those things are going to bang on the side of this bench. And you’re going to love it because it’s going to get me off. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she pants out. I yank one of them again. “Oh, oh, god, oh. Oh, sir.” Then I yank the other one again. “Oh, holy fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The vibrator is still buzzing away and I leave her tits alone for a minute or two and concentrate on that. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna come, sir. I’m gonna―”

  “You’d better not. If you do, there’ll be more pain.”

  “Ohhhhh, yes, sir. Ohhh, god, oh, I can’t, oh, god,” she’s huffing out, barely able to speak. “I’m, I’m, oh, no. I can’t, oh, god …” And I pull the vibrator away. “Oh, god, sir. Please?”

  “Please what?”

  “Please let me come?”

  “You realize that when you come, these things are going to bang on the bench, remember?”

  She lets out a little sob. “Yes, sir.”

  “And you still want to come?”


  “Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

  “We’ll see.” The vibrator starts again and I press it to her clit, then watch her jerk.

  “Oh, god, my nipples.”

  “I told you. It’ll be much worse when you come.”

  “Oh, god,” she whines and I just go on. When she’s almost there, I stop it again. “Oh, shit, sir, please?”

  “Really? You want that, really?”

  “Yes, sir. I do, sir. Please let me come?”

  “I dunno.” This time I decide I’m going to let her have it, but then I won’t stop. That’ll do her in.

  She’s moving straight toward a climax, so I yank one of the pliers. “Fuck, sir! Oh, god!” She’s gotta know I’m going to yank the other one, and I do. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, shit, sir, that hurts!”

  “I’m sure it does. Do you still want to come?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I pull the two pairs of pliers together with their handles in one hand and tell her, “Okay. I’ll tell you when you can come. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

  “Get ready. Almost there.”

  She whines out, “Please, sir? Please?”

  “Okay. You can come.” As soon as I see her belly tighten, I yank both pairs of pliers, then let them fall. The shriek she releases has to be loud enough for the neighbors to hear it, and the they bang on the side of the bench as she shudders and convulses.

  And I don’t move the vibrator away. God, I love torturing women’s pussies and clits and nipples, especially hers. “Please, sir, stop.”

  “Nope. You’re going to come again and again until I decide you’re finished.”

  “Oh, god, please, sir? Please stop!”

  “You want me to stop, you’ll have to safeword.”

  Her body’s still shaking and spasming, the pliers banging on the bench, and she says, “No, sir. I won’t, sir. I’ll take it because you want me to, sir.” There are tears pouring down her face, and I love every minute of it.

  “That’s a good little sub.” She’s honest to god crying now, and that’s making me so hard I can barely breathe, but I realize she’s probably at her limit, so I draw the vibrator away.

  “Oh, god, thank you, sir.”

  “Don’t thank me. I’m not finished with you yet.” I put down the vibrator and pull off her blindfold. “Submissive, look down at your tits.”