by Tori Carson
She was beet red. Her face and the tips of her ears were blazing hot, but she enjoyed bantering with him. He was fun. Not at all like the men she worked with or normally dated. Meri turned around and placed her rear against the table. Before she could use her arms to lift her, Ted—Master Ted—picked her up and placed her in the center on the padding.
“Lie down flat, Meri.”
Scary, scary, scary. She closed her eyes and lay back against the table. Oh, dear Lord. Her breasts had always been on the larger side and never had the perky ‘stay where they belonged’ quality she’d wished they’d had. With her lying on her back, they tried to slide over to the side and pop out of a badly placed slash in the material. Meri squeezed her eyes even tighter closed.
Okay, this wasn’t going to work. She couldn’t do this. She felt too vulnerable. Using her arms and tummy muscles, she pushed into a seating position—or tried to. Ted’s hand pressed firmly between her breasts. “I didn’t give you permission to sit up. You were told to lie down flat. Do not disobey me again.”
With one hand on her chest and his other at the back of her neck, she allowed him to guide her back down to the table. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Good thing she’d ditched her panties or they’d have spontaneously combusted about now.
“What’s upsetting you, Meri?”
Her heart was hammering, he had to feel it. His hand was burning a hole through her dress.
“I’m fine,” she answered quickly.
“Good to know. Now answer my question, pet.”
Pet? She wasn’t fond of that term, but her body’s reaction to him was intense. “This dress wasn’t a good choice.” For once in her life, she stopped there and didn’t expound on the topic. She crossed her arms under her boobs and brought them back to the front and center.
“I think you look sexy as hell, but feel free to remove it, if you’d be more comfortable.”
“Nope, I’m good,” she lied through her teeth. Naked and comfortable had never gone together for her.
“So glad to hear it.” Ted’s hand ran down her arm. He circled her wrist and drew it toward the corner of the table. “I’m going to assume you’ve been through our new member’s orientation and know the house safeword is ‘crisis’. While here at the club, you’re fairly safe being restrained, but I still caution you to know the Dom well. We have several Dungeon Masters on duty at all times, but on party nights we can be spread a bit thin.”
“Yes, they were quite clear on that. Thank you for going over it again.” It was kind of him to make sure she was safe. She liked Ted and her instincts told her she could trust him. Of course, he was only the third Dom she’d ever met in person and one of them had been recently married.
Ted pulled a manacle from over the side and laid the chain across her palm. “We’re going to use honor bondage. You’re going to hold on to this and not let go until I give you permission. If you disobey me, there will be a consequence. Do you understand?”
Consequence…is that the same as a punishment? She looked at the whip coiled at his hip and decided it was best not to take any chances. “Yes, Sir. Don’t let go. Got it.”
Meri shivered as Ted ran his finger the length of her arm, down her side and leg to grasp her ankle.
“Open,” he commanded.
Her breathing quickened at his possessive touch. If she moved her legs apart, anyone at the end of the table would have a view of her pussy. Crap. This was not what she had envisioned for the evening. She considered explaining, but doubted he’d be sympathetic. Screw it, the lighting was subdued and her skirt covered enough—she hoped.
Slowly, reluctantly, she spread her legs until her foot was lined up with the corner.
“I’m going to place the manacle around your ankle. I won’t latch it, pet. You are to remain still. If you remove your leg, I will be disappointed.”
“Yes, Sir. I won’t move.”
“You look so beautiful, Meri. I wish you were completely bared to me.” Once her ankle was encased in the steel cuff, Ted ran his finger up the sole of her foot. Involuntarily, she jumped and the chains rattled. Ted raised one eyebrow, “That was a close call, Meri. There’s no excuse for not following my commands.”
Her pussy clenched at his admonishment. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You must learn to control your body. Pleasing your Dom”—he met her gaze—“within your limits, should be your primary focus.”
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About the Author
Tori lives in the beautiful Sonoran Desert with her loving husband of almost thirty years. She wakes up each morning to the howls of coyotes and the barking of her family dogs wanting to join the fray.
When Tori isn’t writing, she’s either spending time with her two, wonderful adult children, or creating stained glass art.
She likes her love stories scorching hot. She tries to infuse a fire and passion between her characters that rivals the blazing summer sun that Arizona is known for. Tori encourages you to bask in the heat between the covers of a Dominant/submissive, happily-ever-after, bondage romance.
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