Woman In Chains

by Bridget Midway

  “Master Dak? Everything all right?” She asked from the bedroom.

  “Fine. I’m fine.” He scanned the closet one last time before coming out of it.

  Looking at her in his bed, she had an expectant expression on her face. If she wanted anal play, he might as well give it to her. Her next Dom or even Domme might ask this of her. That would be how he would get through this. He had to think of it all as a training session.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots.

  “Should I do that for you, Master Dak?” She looked way too happy about this.

  Inside he felt the same way. Even though he fought the feeling, he wanted a reason to touch Rebekah again, to feel her, to be inside of her.

  “No, you just relax.” He took off both of his boots and set them off to the side.

  “Is it realistic that my next Dom or Domme would ask that of me, make me relax while he or she disrobed?” Rebekah climbed off the bed as soon as he stood up.

  She pulled his shirt from his jeans and tried pulling it over his head. At his height, she couldn’t get it over his head. Dak finished what she’d started.

  She folded the item and laid it across the back of a chair in his room. When she came back to him, she started on his jeans. She pulled them down, but didn’t touch his boxers. When he stepped out of his jeans, she folded them and placed them on the chair as well.

  When she resumed her spot in front of him, she refrained from touching his boxers. “Would Master Dak like to be completely naked now?”

  Her anxiousness showed in the way she chewed her lower lip.

  “Yes, remove my boxers.”

  She hooked her fingers into the side and scratched his skin with her fingernails in the process.

  “I’m so sorry, Master Dak.” To soothe his surface wounds, she licked his skin and kissed his sides.

  He wouldn’t make it to the anal lesson if she kept that up. “Thank you.” He stepped out of the boxers and waited for her to fold them as well.

  While she did that, he put two of his pillows in the center of the bed.

  He grabbed her shoulders and had her face him. “Seriously, you need to understand that most submissives, most women, aren’t into anal play. Did you do this while you were with Blade?”

  “He couldn’t get hard, remember? And if it didn’t involve his personal pleasure, he wasn’t for it.” Rebekah’s gaze dropped, probably to look at his penis, which so far had remained flaccid.

  Thinking about war and baseball had definitely helped keep it in that state. He knew as soon as he started training her, the South would surely rise again.

  “Just remember to use your safe word here. This is just training, not actual play, so I don’t expect you to know what you’re doing or to necessarily please me. Understand?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Master Dak.”

  He directed her to the bed and how to position her pelvis on the pillows to elevate her ass. She rested her head on another pillow with her arms tucked underneath the pillow.

  “Now, some masters and mistresses are so into anal play that they demand that their subs and slaves be waxed clean down there.” Dak pulled on a couple of fine hairs around her anus. “These would have to go, and yes, it would hurt. No amount of screaming the safe word would get you out of it.”

  She peered back at him. “Are you serious?”

  “I haven’t lied to you about anything dealing with BDSM, have I?”

  She shook her head and put her head back down on the pillow. “So are you one of those Doms?”

  He rested one hand at the small of her back. “I’m not a big anal play kind of guy. For that reason, I wouldn’t make my submissive wax there.” Under his touch, he felt Rebekah’s muscles relax. Her breathing became smooth and even.

  “A good Dom or Domme would get you relaxed first.” He stared at her rounded ass. Hmm, and he hadn’t been into anal play? For her, he would be.

  “How would you do that?”

  “Kissing, caressing, using a feather or scarf.”

  She peered back at him again. “Which will you use today?”

  Not having a feather or scarf handy, Dak went with Plan B. He lowered himself to her ass cheek and kissed it softly while his hand feathered over her bulbous cheek and down her leg.

  It didn’t take long for her to start moaning. Her body writhed under him as he kissed from one cheek to the other. With each kiss, lick, and touch, his cock steadily rose.

  To get a better angle and to make sure she didn’t see or feel his hardness, he moved himself in between her legs. In that position, he spread her ass cheeks apart. Dak licked from her pussy opening all the way up to her asshole.

  That move got her to arch off of the bed. “Oh, yes!”

  As soon as she settled back down, he did it again and again. Getting a reaction like this made him change his mind about the whole act in general.

  He pushed his tongue as far as he could into her ass. For that, he got rewarded with the loudest scream he’d ever heard from her, and that included the first time he’d saved her. As he continued tonguing her tight hole, he reached for the bottle of lubricant. He hoped to God that it could still be used.

  He sat up on his haunches behind her and flipped the cap open. He spread some lubricant on her hole, then picked up the string of anal beads and lubed them down as well. As a novice in this type of play, he wouldn’t fill her with the entire string. Just maybe four or five beads at the most.

  “These are anal beads.” He held them up next to her face so that she could see them.

  She nodded and plopped her head down on the pillow again. Before inserting them inside of her, he ran the beads up and down over her hole. From the way she gripped the bars on the headboard, she must have liked the feeling.

  He stopped and pushed one bead inside. He heard her breath catch and he waited before sending in the second one. She had the same reaction.

  “It’s so cold.” She curled her toes.

  “Some Doms and Dommes like to put this in the freezer first before using it. Just warning you now.” He popped in the third bead.

  “Oh, wow. How many more are you going to put in there?”

  He took that to mean that he had her on the edge. “Just one more. Take one more.” He slid it in before she could refuse.

  The rest of the beads he let dangle on the outside of her ass.

  “Hold them in there for a second. I’m going to get cleaned up.” He jumped off the bed and hustled to the bathroom.

  He sanitized his mouth thoroughly before returning. He knew after all of this he would want to kiss her.

  When he returned to the room, he found Rebekah grinding herself against his pillows. Oh, yes, he had her ready. While she kept her eyes closed, he grabbed the box of condoms. He positioned himself in the same spot as before and ripped open a condom package.

  Come on. Don’t break apart on me. He rolled one down to the base and it held. He covered the condom with more lubricant, just in case.

  With the care and patience of a surgeon, he started pulling out each bead one at a time. He’d pull out one and kiss her back and ass cheek.

  “Oh! That feels incredible! Had I known it would feel that way, I would have asked you to shove more in there.”

  He refrained from laughing at her. He pulled out another bead and waited for her body to settle before pulling out a third. By this point, she pounded her fist on the mattress.

  “Sweet torture. Women don’t like this?” She tried turning her head to look at him.

  “Maybe when they play, their partners don’t do what I do.” He released the last bead and set the whole thing on a towel.

  Before her puckered hole collapsed down into a small opening again, Dak raised himself up on his knees, put the tip of his cock at her anus and pushed just it inside.

  Rebekah came off the mattress and supported her upper body on her hands.

  “If you want me to stop, say the safe word.”

  She shook h
er head. “More.”

  He pushed himself deeper inside of her until he got down to the hilt.

  “Holy shit!” they said at the same time.

  Dak had had anal sex before, but with Rebekah, she made it exciting. She wanted to do this for one reason: pleasure. The way she reacted had him thinking that he needed to do this more often.

  Yeah, on who?

  Her asshole tightened around his shaft and pulled him deep inside of her. He didn’t know how she felt, but on his end, he loved it. He kept up his thrusting, slow at first, then faster and faster.

  “So big. Hard.” She pushed herself back against him.

  To propel her orgasm, he reached in between her legs and started rubbing her clit. The feeling pushed her just enough to get her to beg to come. He let her, but didn’t stop pumping himself inside of her.

  As soon as her body settled, he pulled out and rolled off the condom and set it on the same towel along with the used anal beads. The pillows that she had underneath her body he tossed onto the floor.

  “On your back.”

  She did as instructed and spread her legs apart. He wasted no time in getting in between and thrusting his hard dick into her pussy. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t crack. He swore that he wouldn’t falter. He couldn’t resist her, and he couldn’t deny that he had fallen for a woman who refused to tell him her real name. Right now, none of that mattered.

  He hooked his arm under her leg as he moved in and out of her. Sweat poured from his body. She raked her fingernails over his slick back.

  With his face over hers, he pressed his lips on hers and snaked his tongue into her mouth. He didn’t want to come yet, and he certainly didn’t want to let her go, not now.

  After a few hard thrusts, he came. She coiled her legs and arms around him as he struggled to catch his breath.

  “So amazing.” She kissed the side of his face. “Again.”

  He laughed. “Honey, I’m older than you. I need some recharging time.”

  She danced her fingers down his back. When he stopped breathing so hard, he heard her say, “Brea.”

  He lifted his head. “What did you say?”

  She stared at him in his eyes. A serene smile covered her face. “Brea. My real name is Brea Oliphant.”

  He didn’t know how to respond. Dak did what he imagined he would do after she opened up to him. He kissed her all over her face first, then gave her the tightest hug, one that probably took her breath away, but he didn’t care. She finally trusted him enough to reveal her true self.

  “Thank you, baby. That’s all I wanted. I just want to know the real you.” He kissed her again. “From now on I want you here in my bed, not down in the damn dungeon. If I have to strap you here, I will.”

  “You got it, Master Dak. It feels good to be so open with you.” She framed his face in her hands. “And to think, we wouldn’t have done all of this if I hadn’t hidden your anal play kit.” She laughed, but the humor didn’t translate to Dak.

  He pulled out of her and stood. “You tricked me to get me in bed?”

  She must have notice how serious he got. She sat up and her eyes got wide. “I wanted you so much. I just thought this would be a good way to—”

  “You want sex so much? This is what you want? Then you got it.” He pointed to the doorway. “Go back down to your dungeon. Tonight you’ll get your wish.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rebekah’s body hadn’t stopped shaking since Dak had ordered her back down to her dungeon, as he called it, when he found out what she’d done to get him into bed. With his final words, she wondered what he had in store for her. Would he keep having sex with her until she grew tired of him?

  Impossible. Judging from that afternoon’s anal play session, the man could do no wrong in her book. He knew how to play her body like a guitarist knows how to strum the perfect chord.

  She shouldn’t have tricked him. She didn’t know how to get him to have sex with her again. Denying her felt like another punishment, worse than taking away her paints.

  Had she known that pushing him into training her for anal play would have been so explosive, in more than one way, she would have done it sooner. The feeling of the anal beads still resonated through her body. It felt like he had popped the tip of his dick in and out of her asshole eight times. When he’d finally put his real cock inside of her, she could have sworn she blanked out for a moment.

  With all of that, the way he’d protected her and cared for her, and the passion he’d exuded, she couldn’t help but to lower her guard and reveal her real name.

  With Dak, she didn’t feel like she had to keep herself guarded or to change herself for him. From the way he looked so disappointed after she revealed that she had tricked him, she knew she had messed up. Honesty ruled him, and if she had any plans of capturing his heart, then she had to be straight up with him from now on, if she even had any more time with him.

  Perhaps his punishment would be to send her off to some sex slave den where she would be one of the offerings. Master Blade had always threatened to drop her off at a place like that. Just because she and Master Blade had never had sex, it didn’t mean she wanted to be passed around like a plaything. Going to a sex den wouldn’t appeal to her. Dak wouldn’t do that, would he?

  In Dak’s company, she would continue to think of herself as Rebekah, not Brea Oliphant. Brea no longer existed. She had removed her from her body the many, many times she had cut herself in secret. Those scars had healed, but her horrible memories wouldn’t leave her that easily.

  She heard what sounded like the front door. Since her cell door remained open, she couldn’t close it after she got back to the dungeon. She ran to the center of the room and dropped down to her knees as soon as she heard Dak’s heavy footfall.

  His overwhelming presence took up the doorway. From her crouched position, Rebekah couldn’t help but think of herself as that helpless girl living with a rough father and feeling like she had no options. She made her way out of that situation. With Dak, she couldn’t crumble. If her father couldn’t break her, Dak would fail at his attempt.

  Dak’s large hand gripped the straps of the black bag he’d brought with him each time he’d played with her. The past few times he’d used the contents, Rebekah didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to see what other tricks he held in his secret sack. Seeing the bag this time caused Rebekah to swallow hard. She balled her hands into fists, then released them when she noticed Dak’s gaze dropping down to them.

  She lowered her stare to the floor, to his booted feet, now afraid to make eye contact with him. Rebekah clasped her hands together and rested them on her lap. Since she didn’t know if Dak had planned on kicking her out of his home, she didn’t bother stripping out of her sweatpants and T-shirt. She wished she had at least removed her pants. Heat from the furnace kept her sweat glands working overtime. The anticipation of the punishment continued her meltdown.

  Instead of barking out a command, Dak snapped his fingers at her. When Rebekah peered up, he jutted his thumb in the air, signaling for her to stand.

  Great. Now Dak wouldn’t talk to her. Rebekah would take comfort in his silence. Her father used to yell at her throughout her punishments, telling her what a disappointment she had been. Master Blade must have taken a page from her father. He did the same thing, calling her a loser and worthless as he punished her. For both, Rebekah kept quiet and took the discipline. The less she said, the faster the harsh treatment went.

  Not wanting to provoke Dak any more than she already had, Rebekah rose to her feet. Dak scanned her body. He replaced his normal heavy-lidded gaze with a menacing glare, one so full of disgust that it turned her stomach. Rebekah shouldn’t have cared. Dak, through his actions, had changed her. Her need to be intimate with him came as a result of him treating her like she mattered.

  Dak tugged on her shirt, then stared at her. He took a deep breath and damn near snorted as he waited for her to react.

  Rebekah took his
gesture as his nonverbal way of asking her to remove her clothing. Without him talking to her or touching her, she felt a creeping sensation moving down her back. Rebekah shivered before she took off a piece of clothing. If she misread his signals, she figured he would tell her, or pantomime her, to stop.

  As she stripped off her shirt, she heard a loud thump behind her. Although Rebekah didn’t want to, she yelped and jumped. When she turned to check the noise, she saw Dak unzipping his black bag. She figured he must have slammed the bag on the nightstand next to her bed to punctuate his anger.

  Rebekah placed her shirt on the bed then pulled down her pants. Standing next to him completely nude, she stared at him. At first she connected her gaze to his so that he could see her regret. She wished she hadn’t tricked him into sex. She missed hearing him talk, even if “Yes, Sir” summed up her responses.

  After she disrobed, Dak pointed to the center of the room. Without a word, he managed to exude power. Rebekah couldn’t help but obey.

  “You’re not going to say anything to me?” Rebekah asked before moving.

  Dak regarded her for a moment before diving back into his bag to retrieve his toys or torture devices...or both.

  “I mean, Sir, will you talk to me, please?”

  Dak kept his back to her. Instead of tempting the beast, Rebekah padded to the spot in the middle of her cell underneath the horizontal bar held up by the hoist. Again, she swallowed down her constricted throat. If Dak could offer her some words of comfort, she wouldn’t have felt so alone.

  Dak marched by her to a switch outside of the cell and activated the hoist. The whirring sound offered a welcome break in the uncomfortable silence. Rebekah peered up and saw the bar about two feet above her head.

  No charades this time. Dak grabbed Rebekah’s hand, a motion that made her gasp. His touch, though harsh, calmed her. She hadn’t touched him since they had sex. Rebekah found that her body craved his hold, his control. She even turned her face toward his as he secured her wrist to the overhead bar, this time without panic clips.