by Riley Murphy
He wasn’t being fair. He was paying her neck some serious attention with his mouth and using both hands to stroke in just the right places to keep her off balance. “Lacy? You need to nod to let me know you understand.”
She did. It may have been stiff but she nodded.
“Very good. Now, do you want the belt locked on you with the wand attached?”
He hadn’t even gotten finished with the question when she vigorously shook her head.
“No? Then you want me to use the wand on you myself.”
When she affirmed with a nod, he caught her chin and angled until she looked him in the eyes.
“Why did you make that choice? Did you think it was a matter of the lesser of two evils?” She did, he read it in her eyes. “Oh, angel, you’d be wrong about that. Very, very wrong.”
He let go of her then, but before he went to work on the backside of her, he needed supplies. Here again, he took his time as he went to the alcove and checked through drawers. He knew exactly where everything was, he just wanted to make sure she’d know that he was getting things…for her.
He placed the various items on a steel server. The same kind of rolling cart the dinner in the library had arrived on. Only he didn’t bring it in front of her. Instead he made sure to keep it, and all the things on it, out of her line of vision.
“Lacy.” He gave her bottom a firm smack when she tried to twist around and see behind her. “Eyes straight ahead. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
He waited until she did as he told her and then he started on her back. He’d made two marks on either side of her rib cage, so he darkened those first before he took the first item off the tray and walked around to face her.
“Open up.” Gently he withdrew the metal out of her mouth and said, “Suck on this, it tastes better.”
“Wh-what is it?” She may have asked, but she didn’t wait for an answer when she let him popped it into her mouth.
“A mint. Spearmint, actually. I want you to suck it slowly and no biting it. I’d like it to take some time to dissolve.”
She nodded as he checked her arms. By his calculations, he had about another five minutes before she’d start to get restless and uncomfortable. So far she’d done well.
He looked down at the warm metal and wondered how well she’d do with it? Time to see.
“I’m going to park this right here for now,” he told her, wedging the pointed part of the plug horizontally into her crease. Slowly sliding the metal until her ass cheeks hugged it tight. “Now I’m going to darken these last two initials while you think about those positions. Ready?”
Leaning down, he blew on her skin. Right over the faint outline of his initial, smiling as she shivered. Then he straightened and picked up the wand.
“Before I do that, though, I want to introduce you to something. A toy that I think you’re going to love to hate tonight.” He plugged it in and then took his time dripping the mint lube on the sphere, making sure to coat the whole golf ball-like head before he whispered, “No belt, only me and the wand. That’s what you wanted, remember?”
Setting the control to low, he turned it on. Content to stand and hold it for a few moments while she got used to the sound. Then he reached around her and slowly brought the powerfully vibrating toy to her clit. Just as expected, she jerked and bucked. She even tried to move away from it.
“No, Lacy. Stay still.” He turned the toy off, but continued to press it against her as he nipped and bit the back of her shoulder. “I wanted you to get a taste of what you’re in for later. Right now I’ll slow things down.” And by that he meant he’d manually manipulate the thing while he darkened those initials.
Two minutes in doing that, he was pleased. She was relaxed again and even pressing forward, albeit ever so slightly, in to the hard ball of the vibrator. No doubt the mint-tinged lube had her all tingly. With that in mind, and without taking his mouth of the path of darkening those initials, he used his free hand to pick up the opened bottle of lube, waiting until he shifted to work on her left hip before he poured it. Right in the middle of the twin dimples at the base of her spine, letting the liquid run into her crease, against the metal and hopefully over the tight little ring of muscle he wanted to explore.
As expected, she squirmed. So he reached to put the mint concoction back on the tray before he took hold of the flared end of the metal. Slowly he pulled up and then back down, creating friction that was made smoother by the oil. When he was done with her left hip, he leaned back and watched the glide of the metal split her bottom cheeks apart even as he noted she wasn’t squirming now, but she would be.
He moved the plug so it was horizontal instead of vertical. Using the tip, he pushed her cheeks apart and dragged the tip down the intimate inner line of her ass. He felt the puckered skin as the metal skated over it and saw how she squirmed, but that didn’t stop him. Slow and easy. He worked the metal nearly all the way up to those dimples and back down within inches of the tops of her thighs. Over and over while he worked the ball of the toy in circles around her clit. There was no need for him to power up the wand, as his careful manipulations produced the desired response. She was so wet that the toy slid against her with an ease that had his heart hammering and his cock pulsing in time with each loop. But then when she began to push back. Arch her spine. Lift her ass in a sexy and silent bid for him to do more than slide that metal plug against her, he moved in close.
“What do you want, Lacy. Tell me.”
She pushed back again so he increased the rotations around her clit.
“Tell me. Is this what you want?” He pressed the metal intimately against her.
“Yes.” It was barely a breath of a whisper.
He pushed the metal a little firmer, not firm enough to penetrate, but hard enough to show intent. “I want the words. Tell me your ass is mine. Say it.”
“David…”
“It will feel so good. I promise. Say the words.” He curled down next to her ear and whispered, “Beg me.”
She lifted her ass and pressed back, but no matter how desperate she was, he held off, making sure that she wouldn’t get a taste of this kind of attention until she begged for it.
“Do I own this ass?”
“Yes…yes, you do.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, David. Please…”
“Is this what you want?” He purposely moved the vibrator around her clit. Way around it so that none of the pressure of the sphere even touched the sensitive nerves there.
“No…no.” She lifted her ass and arched her spine so beautifully his balls squeezed up tight at the sight.
“My ass is yours. You own it. Please, I want to feel the metal inside. Please…”
That’s all he needed to hear. “Very good, angel. Let’s take this slow.” He dragged the warm and well-oiled plug, in that up and down motion again, as he said, “I want you to relax all your muscles. Breathe deep and think about how well you’re pleasing me.”
Without another word, he did one last descent and instead of skating over the tight little ring, he pressed into it.
She gasped.
“Shh…relax. That’s right. Easy.” He gently pushed, letting out a pent up breath as it slide halfway into her. “Almost there.”
She groaned.
“Don’t tense up. Relax. Good. Yes…yes.” He used his thumb to press and this time the metal slide all the way into her. The only portion left exposed was the shiny flared end that looked like the prettiest button he’d ever seen.
“David.”
He knew it probably felt heavy, full and awkward for her, so he reached around and turned on the vibrator. The most important thing he’d learned about this powerful wand was that it had the ability to change a woman’s mind on things. So well, in fact, that over the years it had become the most respected toy in his Dom toolkit.
With his arms wrapped around her, the vibrator buzzing on low speed against her drenched clit and the front of him
pressed against her back, he clutched her to him.
“Oh, god! David. David!”
She shuddered, but he didn’t let up.
“David, I…I…Oh, oh…David!
This time when she came, it was more of a cry than a husky wail so he eased the vibrator off her. “Feel better?”
She shook and quivered in his arms. “N-n-no.”
He kept his one arm tightly wrapped around her as he put the wand back on the tray. “You did so well.” Speaking softly, he hugged her up close before he unbuckled the wrist restraints. “I’m going to bring your arms down to massage them.”
She nodded but then when he had both her arms down and she stepped aside to give him better access to her limbs, she gasped. Clearly she’d forgotten that the metal was still nestled inside her.
“I think you forgot something.”
He finished kneading her left arm and began working on her right, as he looked down at her. “Oh?”
She blushed so beautifully. “David.”
“Did you see the restraint table?” His distraction worked as she twisted to follow his point.
“There are extra ropes on there.”
Giving her hand one more rub he let go of it. “Those are the pink and blue lengths I mentioned in the library last night.”
“I know.” She brought her arms up and hugged herself. “But I thought we were done here.”
“Are you cold?”
She shook her head.
He didn’t think so. He’d been careful to adjust the temperature in here earlier this afternoon, so her action was probably more nerves than anything else. “As to being done here, we haven’t even begun.”
She took his hand when he offered it, before he brought her to the table. “Let me help you up.”
“Are those ropes attached to the table?”
“Yes.”
“They kind of look like bungee cords, don’t they?”
He nodded as he helped her lie back. He knew all her chatter was more of those nerves coming to the surface. He also knew once he got her tied she’d quiet down. Rope was a great pacifier. He’d yet to meet a woman they didn’t tame to silence.
“Are you going to strap me down with it?”
“No.” It probably looked that way to her because he had knotted one end of the various rope lengths to the dowels that lined the side of table. A lazy Dom could take the easiest means to the end, he supposed, and simple pull those lengths over their sub’s frame and tie them to the other side, but that wasn’t his style. He preferred the visual as much as the end results. Was she going to be held immobile and physically open to him? Absolutely, but she’d also be a beautiful work of art to be admired while he enjoyed her body. It took skill and patience, so he was glad she quieted when he began by positioning her arm and wrapping the rope around it.
Of course, if she had any idea what he was planning next she would have been wise to kick and scream. As he knotted the ropes on her limbs, spreading her in the most vulnerable manner before tying her down until she couldn’t move, he wondered how long it would take before she cried, cowbell.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Peace.
That’s all Lacy felt at the moment. She’d given up trying to figure out the method or pattern that David was using to tie her. She’d seen some fancy ways on the internet, but what he was doing beat all those images by a mile. She’d known his way was going to be different the second he’d folded her arm so her forearm pressed to biceps and then coiled the smooth rope around it. The effect was much like one of those leather arm sleeves he’d shown her. After he was done cocooning the limb, he brought it up so the backsides of her arm rested against the table and her elbow pointed toward the table edge like an arrowhead. Then he looped the slack over one of those dowels and brought the remaining length across the top of her chest. Tying it to the opposite side on one of the metal pegs there.
He did the same with her other arm, and by the time he moved to work on her legs, she’d given up concentrating on what he was doing. As long as she relaxed and surrendered to the moment a profound peace settled around her. In her. And soon she felt as if she were outside her body, looking down. Enjoying the feel and texture of her restraints. Loving how confident and sure David was as he worked them. Yes. This was heaven, as she felt free to let go. To not think. There was no point. She couldn’t move. All she could do was sink deeper into herself and embrace that peace. That wonderful, beautiful peace. Until?
Buzz
Her eyes snapped open and she whispered, “What’s that?”
David leaned over her and brushed his lips against hers. “I’m giving you exactly what you asked me for.”
She was trying to clear the fog as she searched his face. “I…I asked you for something?”
That’s when he lifted the vibrator so she could see it and said, “You made the choice, remember? No belt. Just me.”
“But that’s…it’s too intense.” Just the thought of it had her trying to move.
“No. Don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself. You’re going to have to trust me.” He curled down and whispered in her ear. “I want you to trust me, but if you get scared or you can’t take it anymore, use your out. Understand?”
The warmth of his breath combined with the softness of his voice calmed her. Reassured her. She could do this. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.”
He dragged the thrumming vibrator from her collar bone to her breasts, lifting it over the ropes as he brought it to one nipple and then the other. He didn’t stop as he made a decided path down the center of her. By the sheer and direct speed he travelled, she knew he wasn’t interested in any part of her but her center. And when he landed there, her whole world exploded in extreme sensations that took her breath, her choice and her will away.
How could she have the will to do something when she wasn’t given the chance to do it? Her body responded to the vibrations on a primal level, giving her brain, which was trying to process the experience, the big “fuck you” middle finger. There was no processing this. Once the first orgasm was forced out of her, the rest seemed to follow in a series of off-kilter adrenaline rises that crashed with a disjointed finish only to start all over again.
Through it all, the only voice she heard was David’s, as he repeatedly whispered, or was he ordering? “Fall for me, angel.”
Over and over she heard his voice. Her lifeline. Her anchor as she tried to ride the heady waves. Each time she feared that she’d drown, she heard his voice and floated to safe harbor.
“Fall for me, angel...fall for me…fall for me…”
“That’s right. Very good.” It wasn’t until his lips brushed her ear as he spoke to her, that she realized she’d been chanting those words. That she could feel again. That the vibrations transcended the physical and touched a part of her she wanted him to have. To own. To keep and cherish.
“I’ll fall for you…I will…only you.”
Silence.
Once the buzzing stopping she kept her eyes closed, but a new noise was heard. Where those her teeth chattering?
“D-D-D-avi-d?”
“I’m here. Let me get this.” She felt the metal ease out of her before his hand held her ankle while he took off her shoes. “Stay still, honey. I’m going to untie you. I’m right here. Relax.”
Lacy thought she was relaxing. At least she tried, but then he had her legs untied and she couldn’t stop trembling. When he brought them together they knocked, before he massaged them.
“I…I’m sorry.”
“You’re perfect. Beautiful. I was so—”
David was going to tell her how proud he was of her. She’d managed to do something some experienced subs couldn’t quite master. Being able to utterly and totally let go, but before he could, she snapped. All he’d done was grasp her upper arm and try to move her head to the side to get at knot when she’d lost it. Somewhere in the back of his mind it came to him that she’d reacted when he touched her
this way before. Several times before, but he’d discounted the action. Damn.
“Lacy. Lacy. No don’t pull. Don’t, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Get me out. Get away from me. Don’t touch me like that. Get me out. Get me out. Please! Pleeeeese!”
She tried to arch against the ropes, and if she didn’t stop struggling immediately she’d injure her arms, as they were coiled in rope-like sleeves. Leaning over her, he pressed his body weight gently into her so she couldn’t move. Making sure to keep his hands away from her face, but he did grab hold of her braid to keep her head from bashing against the table. In the softest voice he could muster, he spoke slowly, yet firmly.
“Lacy, stop.”
“I. Can’t! Let me up. I need to get up! Please. Please.”
David’s heart cracked a little at the look she gave him. It was steeped in pain and something else. Something that caused that crack to widen further. Because he recognized that look, hadn’t he seen it in himself a thousand times before? Someone Lacy loved had let her down.
“I can’t let you go right now, but if you pay attention to what I tell you. If you listen to me and do as I say, I promise I’ll help you up, okay?”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
“Good, now take a deep breath.” He waited until she did before he said, “And another. I’m untying these ropes—breathe. Good. And when I have them undone, I’m going to help you sit up. Not too fast. Breathe. We’ll go very, very slowly.”
The second he had the last of the ties undone, he took his time and eased off her. He helped her up, happy when she didn’t rush or panic, but his relief was short lived as he realized she was still stuck in a heavy and highly emotional state. She wasn’t moving, and the way she sat at the edge of the table had him worried.
He didn’t think twice. He gathered her up and brought her into his bedroom. Once he was seated in the green leather chair with her tightly curled on his lap, he stroked her, rocking slightly as he spoke.
“Did someone hurt you, angel?”