“We’re going in there now,” she said.
“Did you doubt your Master, sub?”
“No, but I was confused.”
“That was the right answer.” Ethan nudged her temple with his nose, compelling her to lift her head from his shoulder. “I love you. I’ll show you the access button tomorrow. Now that you know the path, never be afraid of going inside. Nothing in here can harm you. I won’t let it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Ethan leaned down and kissed her softly. “You’re welcome,” he whispered against her mouth.
Morgan barely managed to sneak her tongue out to trace his lips before he carried her through the bookcase and up the stairs. Clever track lighting lit up a soft-amber path as Ethan walked.
Overhead, more lights flickered on, again with the amber glow. Her first impression of the dungeon was brownstone bricks the same color as the façade on the outside of the house.
She admitted she expected a lot of black. But brown was less frightening than black soundproofed walls. The wooden floor was worn by age, though a few scatter rugs emphasized how gorgeous it was.
Ethan kept hold of her as he walked to the center of the room, placing her upon a black leather-bound table with silver studs and more O-rings. The table was as wide as a double bed and long enough to accommodate her long limbs.
He laid her out on it so gently that she almost wept when he made sure her head rested upon a pillow that felt as soft as a cloud. He freed her left arm, bringing it up and back and securing it with the cuffs to a ring, repeating the same process with her right hand, then her right ankle and the left, stretching her out into a great big X.
The leather top was as soft and pliable as the pillow. He finished restraining her by securing a thick leather belt across her abdomen an inch above her bellybutton. Oddly, he placed a small stress-relieving ball in her left hand.
“Honey, I want you to hold that. Squeeze it when you feel it necessary or need to tell me something and can’t speak up. If you panic and aren’t sure what to do, release it. Okay?”
“Okay, but why? Won’t a safe word be enough?”
“Sometimes a sub won’t admit that something truly scares her because she wants to prove herself to her Dom. I don’t want you to do that. Safe words are wise. When you are bound or close to flying, it may not occur to you to say it. Releasing the ball will tell me you need out of those cuffs ASAP, no questions asked.”
“Master?”
“Yes?”
“How is it this table is so comfortable?”
“Beneath the leather is memory foam. I made it.”
“I’d gathered that. You and your brothers sell this gear.”
“Do you have a problem with that? It’s a nice business and we make certain to sell to D/s couples who’ve been vetted by Phalen.”
“I’ve no problem with it as long as no one gets hurt.”
“Good. Now I’m going to let you get acquainted with our playroom. Remember, nothing you see can harm you unless you try to use something without me. Do not attempt to restrain yourself or try out something without my help.”
Morgan shook her head. “I’d never do that. Might I ask something before you leave?”
“I’m not leaving. I’ll be close. Trust me.”
“Would you let me tie you up on this table sometime? I would like nothing more than to have my way with your delectable body.”
“Get through this night as I believe you’re capable of and you may restrain me on occasion…after giving an offering first. And you’ll need to learn proper restraint techniques and fail-safe releases.”
“I’m grateful. Thank you.”
Ethan bent down until she could see his face. “You okay here? I promise I will not leave the room. One thing I’d never do is leave you alone while you are bound.”
“I’m fine. I feel safe. Is that strange?”
“Not strange,” he answered, moving in closer so he could kiss her.
Desperately wanting to hold him while they kissed, Morgan couldn’t. The cuffs and chains prevented any such thing, making her long for it more. Ethan seemed to know what she needed.
Surprisingly, he climbed up on the table, straddling her waist and settling himself right onto her. The clamps dug in a little, the bite a good bit harsher, but Morgan loved the way Ethan wrapped his arms around her as best as he could and continued to kiss her.
“I love you so much, Morgan,” he whispered between the gentlest of kisses. His tongue swept out, meeting her lips, forcing them to part for the intimate foray of tongue-to-tongue contact. “Nothing can happen to you when we’re together this way.”
“I know. I want to hold you, Ethan. That’s the hardest part.”
“How about letting me take care of you? Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got you. I won’t let you down.”
Turning her head enough to kiss him back, Morgan sought entrance into the deeper recesses of his mouth. He permitted it and she relished the opportunity to explore the textures of his teeth and the warm thickness of his tongue.
When he relaxed his guard, Morgan withdrew her tongue and caught his lower lip, clamping down on it with the same bite she was feeling on her clit and nipples.
Ethan yelped and drew back. “What the fuck was that for, sub?” He wiped his lip and came away with a streak of crimson.
“For making me lie here wanting nothing more than to fuck you and I can’t. I can’t move. I can’t even come. I can’t do anything.”
“You’ll come. But since you’ve been bad again, you’re not to come unless I grant permission.”
“Seriously?”
“Very much, remember who’s in charge.”
“Is my grizzly coming out to play?”
“There’s a good chance he’s going to eat your gorgeous pussy for dessert.”
“Get to it then, I’m dripping.”
Ethan sat up, gripping her face in one of his hands. Not once putting too much pressure on her bones, he kept her completely at his mercy. “Do not get bratty. That’s a surefire way to get a chastity belt locked around your pussy.”
“You do that, you can’t get laid.”
“I can put a head restraint and gag on you that will force you to take my cock in your mouth, with no danger of being bitten by my brat. Or I can jerk off and spray cum all over your delectable skin and leave it there until it dries. My pleasure will be had. Yours will be denied if you bite or attempt to have your way tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, having only meant to get him to do something more than make her wait and to test him a little. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Accepted,” he said, kissing her again. This time, she let him have his way and French kiss her without any danger to his lips or tongue. She was glad because the deeper and longer they kissed, the more she cherished it.
Only when he was satisfied did he climb off the table. Unable to do more than lie there listening, she heard him walk around the room behind her. Morgan took the chance to look around the dungeon.
She’d not thought to look for a secret door. Nothing about the bookcase suggested it wasn’t what it appeared, which should have clued her in. Had it been another house, she might have felt something by touching objects in the room.
Just as Ethan had the power to protect her from her psychometry when she didn’t want it to get in the way, his room and the house provided that same miracle.
Morgan heard him working. She heard the opening and closing of drawers and a closet door. She couldn’t be sure what he was doing, other than guess he was changing.
It struck her then that she was wrapped in leather and chains made from modified handcuffs and he’d worn nothing that screamed Dom. She hoped he returned to the table wearing leather.
She loved the scent of leather. Or maybe he’d be naked? That would be good. Then again, she should enjoy time to get to know the dungeon. Soon enough, she’d be too occupied to look.
As she’d
noticed when Ethan carried her through the door, the walls were made of brownstone. Amber lighting had been embedded strategically about the room to give enough light to see by, but not overwhelm the eye.
In one corner of the room was a dungeon sawhorse made of wood and leather, rings, stirrups, leather restraints and several different lengths of chains. A Master could strap his submissive to that device and spank, flog or whip her at his whim.
What made it tempting to straddle was the enormous cock poking out from a real leather saddle mounted on the back of the sawhorse. Morgan was pretty sure that cock would move or vibrate.
A coatrack stood to the right of the modified sawhorse. Hanging from each peg on the rack were various types of whips, paddles and floggers. Cuffs hung there as well, some were metal, some were plastic and some were leather.
Several trunks sat off in another corner. Morgan had no idea what was in them, but she sure could guess.
A St. Andrew’s cross was fastened to a wall across the room. But above the bondage table was the most alarming of the dungeon gear. It looked to be part crane, part cable winch and pulley system, but the series of chains, restraints, stirrups and leather harness made her realize what it was for, suspension.
Whoa, the idea of being bound several feet off the floor, completely at Ethan’s will, was stunningly, alarmingly seductive. Even as Morgan lay there on a bondage table waiting for him to fuck her mercilessly, she grew wetter simply by looking at that harness.
There might be more bondage and discipline devices about the room. But Morgan couldn’t tell. For one thing, some items were behind her and straining to see them was impossible.
For another, Ethan came into view. He wasn’t completely naked. But…wow, double wow, he wore a black Dom’s cloak that was left open at the front. His legs and chest were bare. His great big cock was contained by a thick leather codpiece and he wore kneepads.
Why the kneepads? Well, duh, to kneel on the table without crushing his kneecaps.
“Are those hockey pads?” she asked curiously.
“I played ice hockey growing up. I took a puck to the knee in the tenth grade, ended up with a cast, a couple of surgeries to repair the damage and crutches, which effectively put a halt to my dream of going pro someday.”
“I’m sorry. Does your knee still hurt?”
“When I’m feeling tired or after running a lot, yes.”
“You carry me around as if I’m a lightweight.”
“You are a lightweight.”
“I’m not exactly tiny. Maybe you should have Doc take a look at your knee just to make sure lifting me won’t hurt you further.”
“It’s not necessary. Let’s not argue about this.”
“I’m not arguing. But if something happened to you because of me, I’d never forgive myself.”
Ethan smiled to reassure her. “Morgan, sweetie, believe me when I tell you that I’m perfectly capable of carrying you wherever and whenever I want. Since I plan to be kneeling over you quite a bit tonight, I need the padding. Okay?”
Morgan nodded. Mercy, Ethan was a delicious sight. In that cloak and little else, he was one hundred percent Dom. That he’d taken the time to protect his knees simply because he intended to fuck her a lot impressed her.
“Did you like what you saw of our dungeon so far?” he asked, walking up to the table to stand by her.
“Yes, Master. Are you planning to suspend me from the ceiling?”
“Not tonight.”
“Another night?”
“Hell yes. I’m going to strap you into that harness and fuck you blind, after all the other things I intend to do to you.”
“Such as?”
“How about you find out when it happens? I’ve a particular kink for suspension and swing fucking.”
“Swing fucking? There’s a sex swing? Where?”
“It’s in a trunk across the room. When we want to use the swing, I’ll secure it to the suspension chains.”
“What do you have in mind for tonight?”
“Sensory play, discipline and sex.”
“Isn’t that all kind of the same thing?”
“All three will get you off, if that’s what you’re asking. Are you willing?”
“Definitely willing and tempted to find out exactly what you mean.”
Ethan reached out, the cloak falling back over his shoulders. She hadn’t seen them until then. On each wrist, he wore studded gauntlets.
Hello! Those studs looked sharp.
For that matter, the erection held in check by the codpiece was straining against the leather. She knew exactly how big of a package awaited her.
“Let me suck you off, Master,” she requested, wishing her hands were free so she could ease that codpiece off and lick him all over.
“Maybe later,” he answered, denying her the very thing she wanted.
Pouting, Morgan tried to catch his eye. Ethan wasn’t buying it. In fact, he opened a drawer located under the table, rummaging around in it for something.
A match was struck. The scent of flint was momentarily strong until cinnamon overcame it. Ethan shifted around and set a blood-red candle into a black wrought iron candelabrum that was at least five feet tall. One by one, he filled the holder with more red candles.
When he was done, there were seven candles burning and the aroma of cinnamon filled the air. It was enticing, spicy and sensual. The candles quickly dripped with molten wax, reminding her of tears.
“You have a choice to make, sub,” he said after he stepped back to the table. “Do you wish to be blindfolded or see tonight?”
The fact that she had the choice was enlightening. If she couldn’t see, her senses would take over. If she could see, she’d learn more about her enigmatic Master.
“No blindfold, Master. Thank you for the choice.”
Ethan reached out to stroke her face slightly. The calluses on his fingertips scratched slightly, but she liked the abrasion along her skin.
“You’re very welcome, my love.”
“I am yours, aren’t I?”
“In all things, in all ways,” he stated.
“You’re so kind to me.”
“Have you any idea the things I can do to you when you’re at my mercy? Kindness is the last thing on my mind.”
“What’s on your mind now?”
Ethan didn’t answer right away. He reached into his drawer of tricks and pulled something out. “Pleasure, yours, mine, ours,” he told her when he was ready.
He revealed what he’d gotten from the drawer by holding it out for her to see. Morgan had no idea what it was. It looked to be the same size as a round package of birth-control pills.
“What is that?”
Ethan grinned devilishly. “It’s for your pussy,” he told her, which didn’t explain much.
Morgan watched while he drew the thing from the package. It reminded her of a Native American dreamcatcher, was about the same width as a diaphragm for birth control and flexible. It also had four tiny…were they clamps?
“Oh no, no,” she muttered, beginning to understand what was about to happen. “Ethan! Please don’t hurt me.”
“Never. I made this myself, modifying it so that it fits perfectly to the metal cuff centered at your pussy. The cuff already spreads you some, but this will be even better.”
“Why would you do that? Spreaders can be like ten inches wide.”
“How is it you know that?” Ethan demanded.
“Cassie pointed me to some websites and information on the internet. She didn’t want me to get hurt once I got over my temper tantrum and accepted you.”
“Cassie was right to do that for you. This will open your pretty cunt wide, leaving me to do what I must to teach you a lesson. It won’t be terribly painful, but it will pinch the way the clamps are doing to your tits and clit.”
“I’ve learned my lesson, Master. I won’t disobey you again.”
“Sweet, sweet submissive, yes, you will test me again. It is pa
rt of your nature to push me so that I continue to prove my mettle. Isn’t that what you want?”
“I want you.”
“I know you do. Do I continue or do you back down?”
“I’m not backing down from anything.” Morgan tossed her head, pretending bravery when she was very nervous.
Her clit and nipples were already throbbing with need. She had no idea what would happen if Ethan put that pussy spreader on her. Knowing that Ethan created his own smaller and less frightening version of a spreader touched her heart, calming her down.
She trusted Ethan. She was in the most vulnerable of positions. To do otherwise could cause unnecessary pain or injury.
With little ado, he walked to the end of the table. Morgan lifted her head enough to watch as he drew up a barstool and took a seat, his eyes centered on her pussy.
“Have you any idea how much I want to fuck you?” he asked.
“Probably as much as I want you to fuck me.”
“Then you know how much. You’re all swollen and open and soaking wet. I’m salivating with the need to lick you up.”
“I’m not objecting.”
Sadly, he didn’t tongue her slit. He set aside his delicate torture device and propped himself on his elbow. He stayed just like that, studying her, learning her.
“Why did you shave, sub?”
“To please you, Master.”
“As much as I like how you look, I didn’t ask this of you.”
“Are you not pleased?”
“It doesn’t matter. Had you asked, I would have shaven your pubic area for you or used depilatory cream to avoid razor burn.”
Razor burn, oh no, she hadn’t even thought of that. She’d used an aloe cream combination in her toiletries after she’d shaved and rinsed herself clean.
“Fortunately, there’s no redness or nicks from my razor blade. That is what you used, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Ethan ran his finger up and down her swollen, throbbing clit, intentionally tugging on the clamp. Intense pleasure rocketed through her pussy, forcing her to cry out in lust.
“Oh hell yeah,” she cried out again, his continued sensual assault ratcheting up her desire so fast, she was sure he’d let her orgasm.
He didn’t. He drew his finger down, spearing her entrance. The cuff placed precisely around that spot seemed to grow more solid, thicker and harder while Ethan slowly finger-fucked her pussy.
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