Both their eyes traveled to Amy's head poking up between the shelves. "I don't know." Brad wasn't too sure he liked that idea. "I don't know that we can trust Amy to keep this quiet if Kali bends her over a spanking bench."
Eric nodded, but he drew a line. "You do realize Amy lives with me and we share everything. I haven't kept anything from her and I don't intend to start now. You may be my closest friend but…"
"For now let's keep it between us and Ted, okay?" Brad lifted an eyebrow at his best friend. “Please?”
"Alright. I'll keep it between us for as long as I can." With that, Eric picked up another stack of books and headed off to shelve them.
Chapter Two
He heard the cell phone in the other room give the familiar ding that reminded him of appointments. He looked at the azure numbers on the dungeons digital clock. He had three hours before he had to meet with the PI, Ted Agares. Turning his attention back to her he mused at how he had Kali in a most vulnerable position.
The silk ropes held her thighs firmly apart, keeping her restrained. He smiled knowing that she could squirm all she wanted, but the flesh between her legs was his now and he could do whatever he pleased to her and she would be helpless to stop him. He wanted to take his time and enjoy her. Blindfolded and gagged, her arms were secured over her head to the wrought iron headboard of the bed.
He gently caressed her side, watching her body quiver and enjoying the sound of her muffled whimper. His hand continued up her body to her breasts and he slowly drew his finger, ever so lightly, over her left breast and around the nipple, then to the other. Her nipples stiffened in response and she struggled to draw her thighs together. Ever so slowly he dragged his fingers down her soft belly to just above her mound. Inspecting the flesh between her thighs he saw the hood of her clit was swollen and peeking out from her swollen labia. He ran his hands gently over her inner thighs, watching her quiver and knowing that her muscles were contracting in her need to feel something solid and penetrating inside her. The evidence of her arousal glistened around the opening of her pussy. Fighting the urge to probe her hole with a finger, he caressed her inner thighs again, loving the muffled sound of her soft moans.
She lifted her hips toward him in offering. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her. Lowering himself between her thighs he examined her shaved mound and the folds of flesh waiting for him. Lightly, he slid his tongue over each lip, careful not to get too close to her clit. She writhed beneath him, no doubt trying to position herself where his tongue was where she wanted it. But he was careful to move with her, maintaining the control. He pulled apart her lips, dragging his tongue over the flesh between her hole and clit. She whimpered in frustration.
There was nothing like slowly teasing a sub. Brad looked up at her. “Where are we my love?”
He looked at her right hand. She gave him the sign for green. Again, she lifted her pelvis toward him in offering.
Chuckling, he smacked her inner thigh. “That will be enough of that, unless you want me to strap you down so you can’t lift those hips. Keep them in contact with the mattress, is that understood?”
She nodded. He imagined if she weren’t blindfolded her eyes would be pleading with him.
Lowering his head between her legs he stiffened his tongue and probed her depths, tasting her desire. She was slightly sweet and musky. Sliding his tongue upward he ran it over the swollen nub of her clit, then around it in probing circles. Then he licked the hood again, and then went back to circling it. Kali fought furiously to keep her hips on the mattress.
Brad almost started laughing, and then realized how sadistic that probably made him. He loved torturing her. He kept going until he was sure she was close to orgasm and then he abruptly stopped. Looking at the clock he sat up, leaned forward and undid the gag.
Kali sucked in the fresh air and took several deep breaths.
“How about we play a little game?” It was his last chance to get her to come clean with him before he went to see the private investigator.
She didn’t say anything at first, but then ventured, “Yes, Sir?”
“You want me to get you off, but I have questions. You answer the questions to my satisfaction and I’ll make you come like you’ve never come before. You don’t, then all you’ll get is a caning and then you’ll be put to bed for the rest of the day and night in restraints. Sound fair?” He looked down on her, watching her lips and thinking how good they would feel wrapped around his cock.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He ran a hand up her thigh and her lips quivered. “So, my little Kali, where are you from originally? You’ve told me California, but California is a big state.”
Her body visibly stiffened and she took a deep breath. Clearly she was no longer impressed with the game if she ever had been. With a terse tone she said, “Los Angeles.”
He noticed she wasn’t smiling, nor was she in the same place he’d left her – on the verge of orgasm, open to him and willing to please him. Evidently he was treading on shaky ground. Despite this, he asked the next question. “And that’s where you went to high school? Were you nerdy in high school, or one of the popular girls?
“God damn it, Brad. That’s three questions.” She let out an exasperated sigh, a sure sign she was done with his game.
He set his hands gently on her thighs. “I just want to get to know you, like normal couples do.”
That actually made her laugh. “I don’t think normal couples have these conversations in a home dungeon while one partner is blindfolded and bound with rope.”
“Good point.” He scooted up next to her and removed the blindfold, looking in to her deep green eyes. “Is this better?”
She wiggled her hands. “Still bound,” she said in a sing-song voice.
He smiled at the Domme turned sub who was, at one point, one of the most sought after Dommes, by other women of course, in all of Massachusetts. He reached up and removed her wrist restraints and then moved to remove the ropes from her thighs. Then he laid back down with her, keeping his eyes on her. “So we were discussing you in high school.”
“No, you were discussing me in high school.” She said nothing else.
“What’s wrong with discussing high school?” He shrugged. After all, he’d told her everything. How he’d been on the football team, in the top ten of his class, and when he graduated he enlisted in the military and did two tours in Iraq. It was when he got home that he opened the bookstore with Eric, invested in the club, and began taking night classes at one of the local colleges to get his business degree. She knew all of this about him, but everything he knew about her was vague.
Finally she said, “I was a loner in high school. A misfit. I kept to myself, I had no friends, I was a C student, and I went to community college in L.A. and got my associates degree in Advertising. There you are - my exciting life before I moved here.” She gave him a forced smile, but she didn’t look him in the eye; a sure sign she was probably lying or holding something back.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
She groaned. “Why do you always think people are keeping things from you?”
“Because you won’t look me in the eye,” he said.
Sighing again, she made it a point to look him straight in the eye. “I had a very boring, vanilla life back in Los Angeles. It was so dull and mundane that I moved all the way across the country to escape the boredom.”
Kali had a tell, however. She blinked furiously when she lied. It was something Brad had picked up on early on in their friendship, not too long after they met, in fact. “Fair enough. One final question then.”
She tipped her head a little as if to say let’s get it over with.
“You’re not really a Domme when it comes to men and you’ve never been a real Domme with a man. Why the façade?”
That’s when he saw it, the brief moment of fear that flashed in those beautiful eyes. “I, uh, I’m a switch,” she stammered. He was pretty sure sh
e realized she was stammering, but it was too late. “I just like dominating other women. Is that a crime?”
While that may have been true since he’d never seen her actually go home with a male, he still felt uncertain. He knew she wasn’t telling the complete truth and all his training in interrogation told him so.
“Switches aren’t nearly as well trained. I don’t think you were always a Domme. Someone trained you to be a very obedient sub and I want to know about that part of your life and why you are lying to me right now,” he pressed, knowing he was risking their relationship doing it. But he had to know.
She swallowed, hard. Her jaw clenched. “There have been other Doms in my life, but that is the past, this is now, and I don’t want to discuss it.” She sat up and started toward the bathroom. “I have to go; Amy and I were going to go out to a movie this afternoon.”
He’d really done it this time. Getting up, he followed her. “Kali, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I just wanted us to get to know each other better.”
She paused at the bathroom door and clicked on the light, then looked at him, “I am not one of those people who lives in the past. I live in the present and look forward to the future. Can’t we just be who we are now and get to know each other now? I’m no longer that plain girl no one noticed in high school any more than you are still the jock, the nerd, or the soldier you once were.”
Kali had a point. Whether he agreed was something else entirely. After all, the fact that he was the jock, the nerd, and the soldier made him the man he was today. He nodded. “Fair enough. The present it is.”
She started into the bathroom.
“Kal,” he said, causing her to pause and look over her shoulder at him, “I don’t find you plain or boring at all.”
With a beautiful smile, she closed the bathroom door.
Defeated again, Brad retreated to the master bath to get ready for his appointment with Ted, Eric’s private investigator friend. If Kali would have just cooperated and engaged in more discussion with him about his past and her own, she would have quickly learned that Brad had never been one to leave well enough alone.
***
Kali shut the door feeling her shoulders sag forward. She wanted to give in completely to Brad and immerse herself in his world, but he wanted her entire past to follow and that was one place it could never go. If she could, she would have excised her past from herself like it was a cancerous tumor. A tinge of self-loathing rose up from deep inside her. Why had she let him get to her like that? Because he’s a Dom, that’s what he does, pushes buttons and limits, she told herself. Shaking her head she looked at herself in the mirror and pushed back her auburn locks of hair. “Kali, get a grip,” she told herself, willing her self-anger to subside.
Her eyes traveled to the vibrator sitting on the counter. A slow smile spread across her lips as she forced her past from her mind and formulated her plan to be a disobedient sub. Brad wasn’t too keen on disobedience. Was she being bad? After all, he hadn’t really said anything about her taking care of herself, but most Doms hated that. She was counting on him not liking it.
Since she couldn’t find a reason not to, she turned the faucet to hot, let the water run until it was steaming, then ran the vibrator through the stream of water. Drying it off, she pressed the button and felt the vibrator come to life. She held it in her hands for a few seconds, feeling the strong pulsation in the shaft. Thinking of how it felt to have Brad’s tongue between her thighs, she closed her eyes and pressed the vibrator to her swelling clit. Then she remembered the first time Brad had taken her over his knee and spanked her. She loved it when he spanked her. His hands were big and firm. She loved the sting each time his open palm met her soft flesh. It was a sharp pain followed by an exquisite sensation of pleasure and wanting.
“Mm, Brad,” she whispered, rubbing herself harder and harder with the vibrator. It felt so good to be bad. She was almost there, to that point of climax. When the door opened she didn’t stop. She simply spread her legs even wider and rubbed herself with the vibrator more vigorously.
Brad seemed a bit surprised, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood in the doorway with his belt in one hand and a shirt in the other and watched.
She continued working the vibrator against the aroused nub of flesh between her thighs, feeling the pressure build inside her.
Finally he said, “Stop.”
She couldn’t. She was almost there. So close.
“Kali, stop,” he repeated firmly, this time his hand slipped over hers and pulled the vibrator away from her. “Did I say you could masturbate?”
“No, Sir,” she whimpered. That’s when she noticed he was no longer holding his shirt, but he was still holding his belt. This was going to hurt. In response to the thought of him bringing the leather belt across her ass, she felt herself on the brink of orgasm.
“Spread your legs and lean over on the counter,” he said.
She could see a hint of playful lust in his eyes. Without question she did as she was told, leaning over the counter so he had full access to her.
He gently rubbed his hand over her ass, pulled back, and brought the belt square across both cheeks causing her to yelp and jump forward. He ran three fingers between her legs and then pushed them inside her, penetrating her sex.
She cried out, pushing down on his hand as if that would make his fingers delve deeper.
“Put that vibrator back on your clit and hold it there. Shoulders to the counter.” She saw him smile at her in the mirror.
Leaning forward, she found the vibrator on the counter with her right hand and turned it on, then placed it just where she liked it, right below her swollen clit. The toy throbbed ferociously. She rested her head on the counter and leaned into the vibrator, concentrating on the sensation of his fingers inside her and the pulsating plastic against her clitoris.
He pulled his fingers out and slapped her ass with an open hand, then brought the belt across her rear end again.
It was when the leather met her flesh that she felt that small explosion of pleasure from deep in her belly and she came, riding the sensation until it finished permeating her body. Finally, she pulled the vibrator from between her legs, turned it off and remained resting against the counter, panting.
“Since you clearly can’t be left to your own devices without being a brat, first you can suck my cock and then I think I’ll be putting you in restraints for the day.”
“But I,” she started to complain. After all, she had things she wanted to do. She and Amy had afternoon plans.
He lifted an eyebrow.
She decided to shut up. Getting down on her knees, she gave him a bratty grin.
Brad laughed. “You really are determined to test my patience today.”
He pulled his swollen penis from his pants and presented it to her. She opened her mouth, eager to take him in until his shaft found its way to back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex. Fighting the reflex she tightened her lips around him while he thrust in and out. When he finally came, she swallowed without hesitation, and thankfully relaxed her mouth. After pulling his cock from her mouth and putting it back in his pants, he held out his hand to her to help her up.
She took his hand willingly, wondering what her punishment would be. What, exactly, did being left in restraints for the day mean? With Victor it had meant being left on the St. Andrews cross for several hours, or the coffin boxes. Brad doesn’t keep coffin boxes, she quickly reminded herself. Not that she knew of anyway. Besides, that was on her firm limit list along with anything else that could trigger claustrophobia.
Surprisingly, Brad led her from the dungeon and took her to the bedroom. “Use the toilet and grab a sip of water if you need to because you’re not going to be able to go for the next few hours.”
She did as she was told and when she emerged from the bathroom relieved and hydrated she found him holding a pair of leather wrist cuffs and some rope.
“On the bed on your h
ands and knees, head toward the headboard,” he instructed.
She climbed onto the bed, still nude.
Gently he put on the wrist cuffs, drew them together with the rope, and threaded the rope through a D ring in the headboard.
She fought back a giggle. She could easily get out of this. It wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when he told her that he was going to leave her in restraints.
As if reading her mind he said, “If there’s a fire, I want you to be able to get out of this. I’ll leave a robe by the side of the bed for you. But you better stay here and if I find you out of your restraints when I get back, I will put you in the stockade in the basement for a few hours and take a whip to your ass.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, hoping her amusement wasn’t showing. That would surely be taken as impertinence and lead to a few hours in the stockade. This alleged stockade was not something she’d ever seen and honestly, she wondered if it even existed. He’d only threatened her with it a few times, and to date he’d never made good on that threat. Then again, she hadn’t pushed that boundary either. Stockade in the basement wasn’t a phrase that necessarily inspired disobedience. Especially since she was pretty sure Brad never went into his basement, which likely meant it was full of webs and spiders. Stuck in a stockade, nude, with spiders, oh hell no, she thought.
***
Brad felt uncomfortable leaving Kali tied up at home while he wasn’t there, but he really had to make this appointment. Her amusement at his escapable restraints hadn’t gone unnoticed, but he didn’t have time for that. He’d deal with her bratty behavior when he got home. In the meantime, he threw on a shirt and his belt, locked up the house and headed to Agares’ office.
Ted Agares’ office was small and nestled between an insurance agent and a chiropractor in one of those nondescript strip malls across from a grocery store. It seemed an unlikely place for a detective’s office. Brad wasn’t expecting much, but he had the file with him. In it was every tiny bit of information he knew about Kali, including a picture of her.
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