His arm flattened on my back, squashing me. I felt him wrap some new leather about my elbows then came the distinctive sound of a belt being cinched in and fastened. He clipped together the wrist cuffs. Last of all, he leaned over me and did up the ankle cuffs, and pulled my legs in so he could shut the door. After working a gag between my teeth and buckling it, he turned me over.
Tears ran down my cheek. Whether from the pain of the slap or from shock, I couldn’t tell. Fear had mastered me, as had the unknown. Why was he doing this?
“Welcome back.” The rasp in his voice betrayed his passion. I trembled, confused, and overwhelmed. With his fingers, he roughly combed my loosened fringe away from my eyes. “Welcome back, toy. I decided we should keep you after all.”
Then he frowned—that tiny corrugation of his forehead I knew so well. He brushed away my tears with the back of one finger. “Hey. Shh. It’s okay. I was just getting you to be still. Stay there while I drive back up to the house. Lucky for me the Dysons are away on holiday.”
The quiet patter of his words in his steady voice helped me to calm down. He was doing this deliberately. He knew the effect it had on me. My breathing slowed and I looked up into his eyes, searching for something in the gray-green depths.
He stared at me for a while longer, as if memorizing my face before he started the engine and drove the SUV back up the hill.
My head was in his lap. When the vehicle went over bumps, the hard denim of the crotch of his jeans rubbed my face. I could smell him. Familiar. A man who’d had his hands on me, in me, many times. Now I was at his mercy again. Oh god, I’m sick. This was arousing me.
Chapter 26
Klaus
I’d crossed the line here and I knew it deep in my guts. As I hauled her out of the car and kicked shut the door, I knew it. As I walked down the stairs with her over my arms, I did more than know, I exhilarated.
I could have taken her here at the house before she set off down the road, except Jodie had a thing for car abductions and her eyes had glittered at the possibility of Steph being picked up this way. It had certainly added to the excitement and the risk. But, some risk seemed fair considering what I was doing and planning—my last bit of fair play to Steph. Now, the gloves were off.
Methodically, despite her wrists and ankles being linked, I ripped off, or cut off, or unbuttoned, her shirt and tiny black shorts and underwear. When I strapped her against the wall, using the wall anchor points, I figured an observer would notice my eyes burning bright.
Jodie had known that this was crossing the line, but she’d begged me to do it, then she’d hugged me with tears streaming down her face as I left her for the plane flight back. We both knew we were being bad, but we also both had a craving to make this woman ours for good.
As a result, I was so jet lagged my brain was possibly in another state or time dimension, but I still comprehended there was no way I would qualify as Dom anymore due to the small misdemeanor of abducting Steph. Consent was nowhere in sight. If Moghul found out, he’d be the first to condemn me.
I surveyed my gorgeous nude woman pinned to the wall. I wasn’t Luke Skywalker with right on my side. I’d turned to the dark side. Apparently, they didn’t have cookies like someone had once told me, but they did have hot women.
“Let me guess, you have some questions for me?” I undid the ball gag from her mouth and tossed the thing aside so it bounced across the floor.
With her hands fastened to the O-ring above her, with one thick leather strap beneath her beautiful breasts and another above, as well as various other straps designed to keep her in place while I did my work—she was exquisite. Her glossy, night-black hair hung in delicious tendrils about her shoulders, with one strand long enough to curl across her nipple.
“Let me get that,” I said, roughly, and I tucked the offending strand of hair behind her shoulder. I pressed a kiss on her luscious mouth, and another on that nipple then I played with it with one fingertip until it popped upward.
I noticed her reactions in detail—the huff of breath after I kissed her, then the licking of her lips and the flutter of eyelids, even the slightest tremble of her body.
With my arm laid on the wall above her head, I leaned in to admire her. “You must have questions, my toy.”
She blinked and pushed against the leather before answering, making her breasts bulge out even more. “Why have you done this? I was…I was free.” The last word trailed away.
I caressed her cheek, feeling wetness. “More tears? You need to accept what you need. For the last few days I’ve had reports about you from Chris. I flew out of the country with Jodie but I left him with instructions to report to me. When he told me how you were crying at night and calling for us, and for Jodie especially, that made me wonder. I wondered if I should do what I’ve been wanting to since I first saw you. And I listened to Jodie. She wants you back. She’s been begging me. It’s hard to say no to the woman you love.”
Love. Shit. I’d never said that before. But maybe I do.
Vigorously, she shook her head. “No. No. You made this up to get what you wanted. I never did that.”
“You think?”
“I’d never cry out your name. I didn’t want you back.”
I stroked the underside of her breast. So soft. So giving yet heavy. “Untrue.”
“Fuck no. I did not.” She sucked at her lip.
“Don’t swear at me.” I hardened my eyes. She froze. “The rules are back. Take care.”
Steph swallowed a few times. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Now you’re uneven. Not teasing your other nipple would be unforgiveable, though here is beautiful too.” I traced around the intricate shapes and whorls of her ear while she watched from the corner of her eye. “You’re breathing harder, girl.” I smiled as her tongue tip flicked out and back in. Worried. I liked that. “Why do you think I’ve strapped you up here like this?”
She shook her head the tiniest amount.
“Why do you think I need these to stay in place?” I brushed my palm over each breast, circling over each nipple until they were both taut, then I moved my hand onto her belly, over her belly button, watching her contract her stomach muscles as she gasped.
Her clit was poking out enough for me to find it unerringly with my forefinger. I toyed with the tiny button, then I caressed from low down between her legs where her labia had swollen out nicely. Her moisture came along with my finger as I traced a warm wet path from her entrance, up her cleft, to her clitoris again.
She hadn’t answered, but I guess I’d distracted her, judging by her closed eyes and the way her pelvis bowed outward seeking my finger.
“Why, little toy? Why would I want your breasts still? Can’t remember?”
“Hmm?” She moaned as I increased the pressure on her clit, making ever smaller circles on top of it.
I chuckled. “Never mind.”
I pushed off the wall and brought over the little table that held what I needed. “I’m going to move us all to another part of Australia, perhaps Western Australia.” I raised an eyebrow. “Somewhere no one is likely to identify you. After being on Rat Island I can see that we need to let you out to see the world now and then. Once you can behave, you can do that.”
I picked up the long metal piercer with the hollow stem.
Her gaze focused on the instruments and her brow wrinkled. “You never meant to let me go.”
“I did. I struggled with this. I did intend to leave you be.”
I’d sat up late arguing my way out of this, only to have Jodie and Chris show me that the alternative was possible. “Chris has found a way to stop Kat chasing us.” That had been the key. With her off my back, we could stay in Australia.
“What is that?” She licked her lips, staring at what I held.
“It’s a special piercing needle. Don’t you remember my vow to use metal to claim you? I’m going to pierce your nipples and put bars in them.”
“No,” she whispered. “U
h-uh. I don’t want that.”
“You have no choice. This is what I’m doing.”
Precisely this—almost putting a needle through Jodie’s nipple—had been what made me doubt myself and my sanity once before. I’d never have pierced Jodie without her consent, but with Steph, it called to me in a way that connected straight to my balls. The need to pierce and claim her was overpowering. It was my right. I owned her. She was my property to do with as I chose.
I ignored the rest of her protests. I placed the clamp on her nipple to hold it utterly still and she stiffened and keened quietly. After swabbing with antiseptic, I assessed how I should do this again. The long fat needle needed to go right to left just outside the center of each nipple. I settled the tip in the correct spot.
“Take a deep breath.”
That hesitation of hers said in bold letters how much this scared her.
“Now, girl.”
She inhaled, expanding her chest outward. A half second later, I sent the angled tip of the needle a fraction of an inch into her nipple. Her gasp turned into a tiny scream as I squeezed the needle further into the flesh, watching her skin swallow then embrace the metal. Her little ragged whimpers enthralled me. As if by magic, the point came out the other side.
The weird joy I extracted from causing pain was at its utmost. Seeing that piece of metal projecting either side and knowing I’d just tunneled it through her nipple. Seeing the rise and fall of her breast as she inhaled and exhaled with her flesh embracing my metal.
Sexual possession, sadism, power—all rolled into one. I think my gaze was as sharp as the point on the needle. I had to count backward to ten before I could go on.
“No blood. Pity.” I kept the timbre of my voice low as I stroked her shoulder, admiring her minutely as she huffed out a series of shallow breaths to control the pain. I was struck by a need to both reassure her and to do this again. “Good toy. You’re behaving beautifully. I’ll be quick.”
Then I did the other nipple. I was quick, but I still couldn’t help being absorbed in that moment as it slid through her. The penetration of her with a needle seemed to echo the intimate pleasures of sex.
I was breathing harder at the end too. Two pieces of metal in her. I checked her face but every few seconds I was drawn back to look at those embedded needles. Just for the pure sensation of holding her, I cupped my hand under one breast.
“How do they feel?”
“It. Ssss.” She sucked in a gasp. “It hurts! They’re throbbing. What do you think!”
I smiled as I carefully inserted the short bars through the hollows then withdrew the needles and screwed on the bulbs that kept the bars from falling out. “I think you’re brave. And…” I leaned down and kissed the top of each nipple once. “I think you’re ours now, whether you want to be or not.”
She summoned courage from somewhere though her reply was squeaky. “No. Never. I’m not.”
“Oh?” That was defiance if anything was. Deliberately, slowly, I unstrapped her from the wall. I watched her fidget as if wondering what to do with her hands. I kept my voice low. “You’re going to show Jodie and me how good you are. You’re going to give us a gift to show that you are hers and mine. What do you think you should do?”
Then I took two slow steps back, folded my arms, and I waited.
Eyes dark and wide, she stared.
Strange, after all that had been said and done, this moment had become everything. If she refused, I would doubt my convictions. If she refused I found I had abruptly grown a ludicrous need to let her go. Though I wanted her to be mine, I needed to see evidence she had some tiny inkling of that same desire within her. A desire for submission. A desire to be mine. Though it might be colored by fear, I needed that. Right now, I needed to see.
Seconds ticked past. I made myself be still even though mentally I was willing her to submit with every atom of my being.
When Steph bent her head for a while, then inch by inch shuffled to her knees, put her hands on those knees and raised her head to look up at me, my balls tightened and inside my head a roar blanketed all thoughts. Yes. My god, yes.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
Though she winced at the pull on her breasts, she did so, lifting her tits perfectly.
Hell, yeah. Mine. She’d also gifted me with an especially rigid erection. “Thank you.” I nodded as if this were entirely as I’d expected. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of her with her breasts outthrust showing off her new piercings. “Now cup them with your hands.”
This time she did it straight away. I took another picture. The longer I examined her the more her face softened, the less focused her gaze became, and the more dilated her pupils. My quietly stated, good girl, resulted in her eyelids fluttering down for a second, as soft and amazing as a petal falling in slow motion.
Beautiful. Everything…I saw everything there that enthralled me—serenity, acceptance, a willingness to give, but also a willingness to take whatever was given her. I inhaled raggedly. Submission, deep, deep submission.
I let Steph see the photo before I sent it, and also let her see Jodie’s text reply of, Thank you, pet. You look beautiful. I’m going to be home tomorrow to kiss you. Stay safe. Trust Klaus.
Moisture glistened on her lower lids and she clutched my thigh as I patted her head. My next act came so naturally it surprised me. I went to one knee, cradled her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. Then I whispered to her as I looked into her eyes. “We own you now, but you are also our most precious possession.”
She blinked slowly then nodded.
I rose to my feet.
“Wait there, pet.” I sighed looking down at her, feeling a surge of that protection Jodie had told me to make sure to use. This had been hard on her and for the first time I truly understood Jodie’s use of pet. I figured I’d be using it a lot.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. Don’t leave me. Please, don’t leave me. I’ll be good now, always.”
Damn. I stared down at her, wishing I could put aside everything on the instant and do more to her, but I only ruffled her hair. “I’m not going to leave you. Be good. I have to ring Chris.”
This was the last of it. I prayed he’d done what he said he could.
He answered on the second ring. “Hi. How did it go?” I kept petting Steph, deriving as much comfort from the feel of her hair under my palm and her arms wrapped around my leg as she probably was from my caresses.
“Good.” Chris sounded a little breathless. “All’s good. You don’t have to worry about Kat anymore. I have her phone with that photo. I doubt she made copies after Moghul and I told her not to throw accusations about without being one hundred percent certain.”
“Thank you.” I closed the phone and stood with my eyes shut and my head bowed for a minute.
May whatever deity might be up there in the heavens please forgive me for what I just may have done.
Epilogue
Chris
I slipped the phone back into my pocket and swiveled on my shoes to look again at what I’d wrought. This was something new for me. At least it was in real life. For a long, long time, I’d wanted to do this. The craving had become so excruciating that seeing the result was close to orgasmic. Hands on hips, I stared down at her.
Helpless. No safeword. No friends. Just me and her, and each day from now on, whatever struck me as a good thing to do to her, I could do.
I pulled out her phone and had another peek at the offending photo. Taken from a boat off shore, like she’d said. Only it was so fuzzy I had no idea to how she’d used it to decide anything. Three people, yes. Klaus and Jodie, maybe, but the third was only vaguely identifiable as female. I put the phone away.
Kat lay on her side curled backward with the zip ties fastening her wrists and ankles behind her. One lady who abso-fucking-lutely wasn’t getting loose until I cut those ties. She still growled at me despite the huge gag. Her glare wasn’t stoppable with a gag.
That needed something else. I dragged the duct tape from my pocket.
I stepped up to her and went to one knee, yanked the back of her head toward her nape by a handful of her bright red hair, so she was compelled to look at me. I tapped her nose with the hand holding the tape. “I need to cover those pretty eyes of yours.”
Her look would have melted the sun, but I only grasped her throat.
“I’d kiss you and knock some of that fire out of you here and now, Kat, but the gag is a bit of an obstacle.” I thumbed the hard ball sitting between her teeth while she breathed moistly and scowled. “You need to think about where you are, woman. I’m going to make you beg and cry and fucking crawl. When I’m done, I’ll be your oxygen, and the very blood in your veins, because I’m going to get into your head right there.” I pressed my finger in the center of her forehead. “Where you can never ever get me out. You hear me?”
She shook her head angrily and growled.
I chuckled. “You think you’re a tiger? Maybe. Maybe you were. Not now. You’ve haunted me forever, woman. You’ve been so unreachable, so sure you can’t be tamed. But I like challenges, and you are my ultimate one. Here’s how it starts.”
I took out the duct tape, settled a couple of pads over each eye, then I wrapped the tape round and round her head, covering her eyes, while I talked quietly. “You’re going to be blind for a few days. When I take this off, you’ll be somewhere far from civilization. There will be no one who can help you. There will only be me.”
The End
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