“Michael?” She faced him from the foot of the bed, salivating as he set his bag on the corner of the bed. He removed his shirt, sliding into his white coat, which set off his deep tan. Her fingers tingled, wanting to touch him.
“Yes.”
“How did you get started in this? Even if you always knew you were dominant? Is there like a school for this?”
He grinned, grabbing something white that looked like canvas out of his bag. “You know I grew up in Kansas. There was a club there, a BDSM club, called The Library. Two guys I went to school with opened it, twins actually, Chris and Jared. I learned a lot there from the other people in the lifestyle.” He stood in front of her, caressing the outer curve of one breast, thumbing her nipple until it stood tall and rigid for him.
Victoria swallowed, touching the lapel of his doctor coat. Her thumb brushed his chest hair and she wanted to sink to her knees. “Did you find another club here? To belong to, I mean. One that was kinky?”
“No. I’ve been really busy, haven’t had enough time, even though the Kennedy brothers know all the top-rated clubs in the U.S. and they could give me a recommendation. I honestly didn’t have any impetus to find a new one. Didn’t have anyone to take with me and wasn’t really looking to hook up with someone at a club. But now?” He looked up into her eyes, staring inside her. “I’m hoping you might be interested to do a bit of experimenting with me. Maybe find a local club to play at. Think you might be interested?”
“What about my identity? I can’t have the university finding out—”
“Most club members have the same concerns. Everyone signs nondisclosure agreements. We’d be selective in what we did in public and with whom in attendance.”
Exhibitionism hadn’t been something she was interested in. Maybe she just needed the right prescription to get naughty.
“I’m interested, Dr. Hottie.”
He took a step away, and she started to sweat, thinking she’d said something wrong. One look at his face and she knew she’d said something very right.
The aura around him changed, grew dark. What she’d glimpsed in him in his office before, she was pretty sure he just let it out to play.
“Arms out straight in front of you, palms down.”
She complied. “Are you going to tie me up?”
“Not exactly.” He released the balled-up canvas, buckles clanged against each other, and he shoved the long sleeves of a jacket over her arms.
A straitjacket.
He twisted her, propelling her onto her stomach, kicking her legs out from under her so she had no traction to get away.
She huffed. “You’re joking, right? You can’t possibly mean to have sex with me while in a straitjacket.”
“Guess you’ll be waiting to catch my drift then.” He buckled the straps on her back, her waist and her shoulders, tugging and pulling this way and that.
Her outrage would have been more believable if her pussy weren’t swollen with need, getting wetter by the minute.
“I had this jacket custom-made for me. This will be its first scene.”
Being the first at anything with him made her giddy. “What’s special about it?”
He lifted her up by the straps on the back like she was a suitcase. “Wrap your arms in front of your chest like you would normally. You might be here awhile.”
After following his instructions, he laid her back down on her arms, jerking the sleeves, strapping her arms behind her.
“Why is it special?” she asked again, but it didn’t sound like her at all. It was breathy, sexy and a little bit scared.
“The crotch strap.” He grabbed the strap beneath her body, lining it up perfectly to her clit, buckling it behind her somewhere. “It’s made for penetration while you can’t escape.”
She thought a strap would completely cover her clit, but only for a second before his fingers touched her. He petted her, enticing her to wiggle on the bed beneath him.
“That’s…uhh…convenient, Sir.”
“More so than you think.” He grazed her asshole, which was just as vulnerable as her soft-pink girly parts.
“Mmm,” filled the space around them.
For once she wanted more but he teased her, snagging a couple black straps out of his bag.
One at a time, he folded her legs in half at the knee, using the strap to bind her leg around her thigh and ankle. He strapped the first one down good and tight, making her curse.
“These will leave a mark for several hours. If you’re a good girl I’ll lick them all better later.”
A happy sigh flitted all around her. She felt like an angel or a fairy. Even though she wasn’t flying she felt weightless.
He strapped the other leg, completely immobilizing her.
She didn’t feel trussed up, she felt beautiful.
Something touched her asshole, shocking her out of her revelry. She blinked, trying to focus, straining to look behind her. “It’s a plug. Like you took in my office, but a bit bigger. I want in that ass tonight and I’m a hell of a lot bigger than the plug you took the other day. Relax, breathe. The sight of your tiny ass opening for me. Fucking sexy.”
He pushed the plug in, retreating when she twitched. He added more lube, rubbing his slick fingers around her ass where the plug was still exposed.
It burned, but she liked it.
Inch by ever-widening inch, he filled her.
She held her breath, fighting it, shaking in the thin thigh cuffs, finally understanding why he put them on her, because she’d have kicked him several times.
“It’s too much,” she blurted out, panting on the pain.
“You know the word I have to hear to stop. If you don’t say it, you can take it. So instead of telling me it’s too much, I’d like a thank you, Sir.”
“Huh? You want me to thank you for—”
Fire exploded across her ass cheek from the palm of his hand descending on it. Several more blows shot straight to her clit.
Her arms jerked, wanting to touch her clit and come, but she’d forgotten she was completely at his mercy.
That thought alone made her clit pulse again. “Thank you, Sir,” she wheezed out.
“Good girl. I’m going to let you come as soon as I get the plug in.” He swiped a thumb across her clit, making her arch to take more of the plug and his diabolical touch.
“Please, Sir…”
“Please what?” He thrust the plug in, forcing it in farther, holding it longer, stretching her.
“Please put the plug in. I want to come. I need to come. Please.”
“I love hearing you beg. So sexy coming from you.”
He leaned against the plug, forcing it inside. No almost came out but he shoved a couple fingers in her pussy, thumbing her clit. Getting off became her only goal.
Then all of a sudden he was gone. “I’m so close…”
“Then come.” He yanked her to the edge of the bed by the straps on the straitjacket, sinking inside her in one smooth thrust.
“Yes!” she screamed. That was all it took. It wasn’t just being unable to walk away. It wasn’t about the feel of him sliding in, yanking on the strap to fuck her deeper. It was him forcing his way in past the plug, which minimized the amount of space for him. He was rough, unyielding and she couldn’t have liked it any better.
She came so hard she bucked beneath him, riding the bed, dragging her clit against it. He flipped her over onto her back, throwing her legs wide. The tips of her breasts were exposed through holes in the straitjacket she hadn’t noticed while on her stomach.
Her crossed arms plumped them toward the middle, making her nipples accessible to him.
The sight of him leaned over, digging in his bag, wearing nothing but his doctor coat? Hot as hell.
“I want to lick you, Sir. Taste you.”
He looked down at her, leaning in close. His neck right at her lips.
She didn’t need an engraved invitation.
Licking up the side of his ne
ck reminded her of an ice cream treat. But he was hot, the tiniest bit salty. He smelled of expensive cologne she wanted a bottle of to douse her bed in at night to remember him. She made another swipe, wanting nothing more than to drown in his scent.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She settled on the mattress, savoring his taste, eyeing him as he hovered over her again. Two tiny nipple clamps fell from his hand onto the straitjacket. “Let’s see how you handle pain.”
“Umm…”
He dug between her biceps, plumping the mound of one tit before sucking her nipple into his mouth.
“Sir,” came out like a prayer.
His teeth scraped it, biting it roughly until she huffed out several quick exhales. It was painful, but a good kind of hurt.
The clamp dug into her skin but it was nothing like his teeth. It was sadistic, biting her flesh. She tossed her head back and forth, fighting the tears prickling her eyelids.
He licked her other nipple, sucking her tit into his mouth so hard, the tip touched the roof of his mouth. He bit more than just the tight point, and he bit it hard enough she might even bruise later.
Bruises.
They’d never been sexy before, but from him? From him she’d wear them as a rite of passage. A badge of honor of what she could take.
Her tit popped out of his mouth and he licked her nipple one more time.
“Take it.” He released the second clamp.
“Oh God,” she panted, clenching her teeth, as the clamp dug into her sensitive nipple. She ground her molars, trapping the impulse to tell him no. The straps binding each of her folded legs bit into her shin, making her thighs burn beneath the strain.
Jumper cables could have been connected from her tits to the plug in her ass. She contracted on it, her muscles flaring to life. Warmth stained her cheeks because she liked it.
The pain.
He grabbed the base of the plug, watching her face as he steadily removed it. She opened her mouth, sucking in a sharp breath, moaning when her ass relaxed enough to release it.
His eyes flared along with her ass as he pulled the plug free.
In the next beat of her heart she found herself face-to-face with him, balancing all of her weight on her kneecaps, and the hold he had on two straps attached to the front of the straitjacket. She flexed her feet, making the straps dig in even more.
He was damn sexy up close. “Sir?”
He kissed her. A simple gesture of lips against hers. The gentleness caught her off guard. She licked his bottom lip, making him suck in air, chilling the moisture left behind by her tongue.
“Suck my dick. Get it good and wet. You can thank me later, when your mouth isn’t full.”
Before she could utter any protests, he bent her forward at the waist. He held her up by her hair, most of her body hanging off the foot of the bed. His cock tickled her lips and she sucked him inside.
Defying him never occurred to her. Telling him no wouldn’t happen.
She wanted him, trusted him to keep her safe while giving her pain. With her body, mind and soul, she submitted to him.
He didn’t idly sit by and let her lick the head of his dick. He fucked her face, working his shaft past her teeth and tongue, into her throat. She gagged but he didn’t stop. She fought to breathe when he paused, adrenaline racing through her system like an out-of-control freight train.
“So pretty.”
He withdrew and she sucked in air like it would be her last chance. He shoved his cock into her throat again and again, each time staying longer.
Drool pooled in her mouth, coating him just like he wanted.
“Good girl.” He tossed her back on the bed. She bounced, fighting to breathe. He shoved a huge latex gag in her mouth before she’d caught her breath, flipping her roughly onto her stomach to buckle the gag behind her head. “I want in that ass.”
His primal words did something to her. They freed something deep inside she didn’t know was trapped. She was his to use, his to pleasure, his to hurt. Nothing had ever felt so special, so right.
She moaned as he grabbed part of her jacket, fisted her hair and dragged her back to the edge of the bed. The clamps on her nipples scraping across the fabric made her whimper around the ball holding her jaw wide-open. The tight tips throbbed with each staccato beat of her heart.
He fit his cock to her ass, shoving it inside, forcing her to take all of him in one thrust. Her eyes watered with pain and pleasure. Her mind ground to a halt. Everything else floated away. He was her every thought and need as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her clit.
“Ahh, ahh…” The only noise she could make punctuated each thrust of his cock.
On each thrust he rammed his cock in, her clit pulsed with need. He pulled out each time, dragging her sensitive nubbin against the blanket beneath her.
Sensation piled up, like waves breaking against a sea wall. Her orgasm pulsed through her groin. The gag was too big, she couldn’t ask him to come. Her brain wouldn’t even form the words she needed.
He withdrew, slapping her pussy hard, ruining her orgasm. Her eyes flew open, and she cried out in frustration.
”Not without permission. You don’t get to come yet, you little ass whore.” He shoved back in her ass, forcing her right back to the brink of orgasm again. She struggled in his grasp, fighting not to come, but she couldn’t help it.
It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
He withdrew again, trapping her clit between his fingers, disabling her ability to hump the bed. “No,” he reprimanded.
She bit down on the gag, her sore jaw reminding her every piece of her belonged to him.
“Mine,” tickled her ears, freezing every muscle in her tight body except her hands. They clenched on nothing inside the straitjacket, trying to hold on to her sanity. Hoping she wouldn’t lose herself before he let her come.
He flipped her over onto her back, shoving his cock back in, pushing until her knees folded beside her. He stared down at her, towering over her, dominating every piece of her.
His eyes.
Fuck.
They would live inside her dreams ’til the day she died.
He fucked her onto the bed. He went with her, putting his weight on her crossed arms. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move.
He stared at her. Inside her, and he saw everything she’d ever tried to hide. All the desires she’d kept buried were laid bare for him. Everything she’d ever thought about sex faded into nothing.
She lay broken beneath him. Tears flowed from her eyes, wetting her face.
He smiled, releasing the vicious nipple clamps one right after another. “Come.”
She closed her eyes and screamed, jack-knifing on the bed, bucking against him as he rode her hard. She cried for him. He came as she struggled beneath him, forcing her through an orgasm she would never survive.
He was beautiful as he orgasmed inside her. He couldn’t get close enough.
She never wanted it to end.
“Open your eyes,” he grunted through gritted teeth as he pumped inside her, filling the condom he wore. She complied, wanting nothing more than to bathe in his cum.
He gave her everything in that moment. A piece of him fell inside her, wrapping tightly around her soul. No matter what happened, in that moment she knew perfection.
Every cell in her body exploded in pleasure, forcing her body to contain a hurricane of the sweetest pain, wracking her with wave after wave of delicious agony. He pinched one of her nipples—hard.
She begged. “Heez,” came out around the gag.
He released her nipple, then squeezed her clit between his fingers. He whispered in her ear, “Again. Give me one more. Come. For me.”
His command, his fingers, his cock shallowly pumping inside her, threw her over the edge. She bawled against his shoulder, coming undone all around him. Bliss. It sucked her under, holding her close, stroking the flames of desire even higher until she tho
ught she touched the sun.
“You couldn’t come before, not because you were broken, but because you were trapped. Tied by what you should be. Bound by who you were told to be.” He gathered her close and held her while she sobbed beneath him. “Liberty found.”
No other words were needed.
He climbed off, slipping from the tight clasp of her deliciously sore ass. She whimpered, not wanting him to go.
She heard him in the bathroom, running water, doing…something, but her eyelids were too heavy to see what it was. Sleep called to her as tremors of remembrance plagued her body.
She flicked her eyes open when he leaned over her lax body. The washrag he used on her had warm water on it. That set off another round of tears. Emotion welled up and over, her tiny frame unable to contain her joy.
“Beautiful,” he praised as he used his thumb to wipe them away.
He rolled her over, releasing all the buckles on the straitjacket. The tie on the gag came next, then the straps on her legs. “It’ll pass.”
She swallowed, licking at her dried lips. “What will? Fuck…” she whimpered as he straightened her legs out. Blood rushed back to her legs, and adrenaline dumped into her system again. He rubbed her legs, increasing the reaction tenfold.
“I never remember if rubbing it makes it better or worse. Hmm… Oh well.”
She couldn’t decide if she loved it or hated it. Panting her way through it, gripping his shoulders, was all she could do. His merriment at her predicament lit a warm glow inside her chest.
It took a few minutes before the pain peaked and the surprising glow expanded into every inch of her. A giggle slipped out. She would have covered her mouth, but her arms were too heavy.
Dr. Hottie lay beside her, dragging her entire body on top of him. Any other time she would have protested, but her strength failed her. She snuggled him as he petted her back. She giggled again, reveling in him.
“Subspace,” he said.
“What?”
“You asked what was happening to you. The answer is subspace. Pretty nice, huh?”
She tried to put her thoughts together, order them in some way so she could communicate. The best she could do was grin, sighing as she rubbed her cheek against his chest.
“That’s how sex is supposed to be, huh?” She whispered it, touching his lips as he answered her.
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