BDSM Connections - The Complete 4 Novel Series

by Claire Thompson

  “Because I was a brat, Sir.” A ghost of a smile hovered over her lips. “I wasn’t ready to stop when you told me to stop. I put my needs, or rather, my desires, over your direct command.”

  Satisfied, Liam smiled. “That’s correct. Don’t let it happen again.” He extended his hand. When she took it, he helped pull her to her feet. “To reinforce the lesson, I’m going to take you down to my dungeon. Leave the coat but put the heels back on. I think a little discipline is in order to really bring the lesson home.”

  “Oooh,” Allie said softly, a sound he recognized from their FaceTime conversations as one of eager anticipation with a delicious overlay of fear. He couldn’t wait to turn that hot ass of hers dark red.

  As he turned toward the hallway that led to the basement stairs, he froze with sudden, painful indecision. He glanced at his cane, which lay several feet away on the floor, an ugly reminder of the weakness he’d somehow managed to forget for the first time since the accident. Did he leave the cane where it lay? He could walk without it, but that made his limp so much more pronounced as he hauled his leg forward in an ungainly, graceless way.

  Biting his lip so hard he nearly drew blood, he half-hopped, half-loped toward the cane. He bent quickly, grabbing it by the wrist strap and pulling it upright. He placed his right hand on the grip and turned toward Allie, avoiding her eyes in case there might be pity, or worse, there.

  “Let’s go,” he said more harshly than he’d meant to. He turned and moved down the hallway toward the basement stairs, certain he could feel the burn of her eyes on his back, on his cane, on his limp, as she silently followed.

  At the head of the stairs, he gestured for Allie to go in front of him so she wouldn’t watch him descend. When she was almost at the bottom, he tucked his cane under his arm and, gripping the banisters, hopped quickly down the stairs on his right leg, using his arms to propel him forward.

  Allie was staring around the space with open-mouthed wonder. “Oooh, it’s fabulous,” she breathed, the awe evident in her voice. “I can’t believe you have all this amazing gear. You could open a club down here.”

  Liam came up beside her, looking around the room through her eyes. He hadn’t been down here in months, the memories of his time with Lila too painful. At that moment, however, he could barely recall his ex-lover’s face.

  He looked around the room with immense satisfaction. He was quite proud of his collection of BDSM furniture, including the high-gloss wooden St. Andrew’s cross with its inlay of steel along the inside of the X and the adjustable leather straps to fasten and immobilize the wrists, ankles and waist. He also had a leather-padded bondage horse, a wooden, adjustable pussy punishment beam suspended on either end from sturdy rope, an iron sleeping cage and a woven leather sling complete with stirrups in its own four-point aluminum stand.

  “If you decide to stay with me, sub Allie, you’ll be spending quite a lot of time down here, I promise. It’s one thing to fantasize about complete erotic submission, and another to actually live it. Are you prepared to submit to whatever discipline, bondage and sadistic torture it pleases me to inflict upon you? Are you ready to suffer for me, not as a game on FaceTime, but for real?”

  Allie moved closer to him, pressing her shoulder against his arm as if he could protect her from the precise thing he was offering. Instinctively, he put his arm around her and she leaned closer into his side. “Yes, Sir Liam. Yes, please, Sir. I need that. I want that. I’ve been waiting all my life for this.”

  Keeping Allie to his left so she wouldn’t focus on the cane in his right hand, Liam walked her to the back of the dungeon, pride and excitement filling him as they stopped in front of a two-foot high, eight-foot long Plexiglas water submersion tub. He’d had this section of the basement covered in bathroom tile to protect the rest of the dungeon during water play. A long shower hose topped with an adjustable spray nozzle was neatly coiled on a large hook set into the wall.

  Liam had never had a chance to use the tub and, until this moment, hadn’t thought he ever would. He glanced at Allie, who was staring at the setup with open-mouthed, wide-eyed awe. “Do you know what this is, sub Allie?”

  “I think so, Sir. It’s for water bondage?” Her voice trembled slightly.

  A rush of sadistic lust spurted like a drug into Liam’s bloodstream, his pulse quickening, his balls tightening. “Yes. It’s a submersion tub. There are so many things I could do to you. Bondage is just a part of it.” He could sense Allie’s coiled tension and excitement. His arm still around her, he pulled her closer.

  “Imagine lying naked in the warm water, your wrists tied, your eyes blindfolded, your ears plugged, your legs spread wide. Your entire focus would be on the water; on what I’m going to do to you. I might spray your cunt with the hose until you were begging for me to let you come. To earn the privilege, you might be required to fully submerge, staying under until your Master decided to let you come up for air. You would be completely under my control, your very life in my hands.”

  Pulling away to gauge Allie’s reaction to his words, he saw her pupils were dilated, her lips parted, her breath rapid with excitement. When she turned to face him, he saw the raw fear in her eyes, but also the desire.

  “Does that excite you, sub girl?” Liam asked softly, though he knew the answer. “Does it make you wet?”

  “Oh my fucking god, yes, Sir,” Allie whispered. Her gaze shifted back to the tub, a small, sensual shudder moving through her frame.

  Liam moved to stand behind her, so close they were nearly touching. Reaching around her body with his free hand, he cupped her mons and slipped one finger inside her heat, his cock pulsing hard in his jeans. She was soaking wet, her vaginal muscles gripping his finger with hot promise. Again he resisted the urge to throw her, then and there, onto the ground and thrust himself into her, rutting until he exploded.

  Wantonly, she pressed her sex against his hand, a sweet, soft moan escaping her lips. Liam chuckled and made himself pull away. “Not yet, slut girl,” he teased.

  Placing a hand on her shoulder, he turned Allie from the tub toward the recovery couch set on the adjacent wall. “We have business to attend to first, young lady. A punishment is in order for your indiscretion upstairs.”

  Liam gripped the cane and swung his leg forward. It took everything he had to keep thoughts of his disability from throwing him out of the moment. He moved more quickly, outpacing Allie, desperate to get to the couch, striving to keep his expression neutral. Stay focused, he admonished desperately. Put her needs above yours. Project the strength a submissive deserves from her Dom. Don’t give in to your own weakness and fear.

  How easy to say; how hard to do.

  Quickly he sank down in the center of the couch and set the cane behind his feet, pushing it under the couch with his heel. Once again in control, he focused on the lovely, trusting, naked girl who stood facing him in her sexy high heels.

  “Get over here, sub girl. Take what’s coming to you.”

  ~*~

  Allie stood rooted to the spot a few feet away from Liam, suddenly hyper-aware of herself, of her naked body, of her too-high heels, of the fact she was actually in the dungeon of the man she’d thought about virtually nonstop since they’d found each other on BDSMConnections a few weeks before.

  For a strange moment, she felt as if this were a dream, just another in a series of endless fantasies as she lay alone in her bed at night, her fingers moving between her legs. But, no. This was real. She was here. And Sir Liam was watching her like a lion stalking his prey.

  “Sub Allie, why are you just standing there? That’s another infraction.”

  Sir Liam’s words snapped Allie out of her reverie. She focused on his face, startled to see the sudden flash of—what was it—fear? Pain? In a moment it was gone, replaced by raised eyebrows and a downturned mouth as he drummed his fingers impatiently on the couch cushion beside him.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” Allie moved quickly toward him, her heels clicking on t
he tiled floor. She draped herself somewhat awkwardly over his lap. He repositioned her as easily as if he were handling a rag doll, settling her so her cheek rested on the cushions to his left, her legs extended to his right.

  She could feel the hard press of his cock beneath her and, unable to resist, she ground her pelvis against it, aching to feel its girth inside her.

  “Stay still, sub girl.” Sir Liam’s tone was firm, but his cock twitched in involuntary response. “I want you to relax,” he continued, his tone gentler now. His hands began to move over her shoulders and back, his fingers gently easing muscles she hadn’t realized she’d been tensing. As he stroked her, Allie did relax, though her pussy still throbbed with unfulfilled need, and the excess of adrenaline from the huge risk she’d taken in appearing as she had, uninvited, still lingered in her bloodstream.

  He placed a firm hand on her lower back. “I’m going to start slowly, to assess your tolerance. I am well aware that a spanking is not a punishment for a girl like you. My goal right now isn’t to punish, per se, but to help you remember that when I give you a specific command, you are to obey it instantly, without hesitation and without attitude. While I’m spanking you, I’m going to ask you to do certain things. You will show me that you are obedient and willing by obeying, to the letter, whatever I ask. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir Liam.” Allie’s stomach swooped with nervous excitement. She did love a good spanking, especially draped over a sexy man’s lap.

  He started slowly, expertly patting, smacking and stroking her ass, the escalation of erotic pain subtle and easily tolerated. The first hard smack snapped her out of her erotic lethargy. She jerked and yelped at the sudden, sharp sting.

  “Stay completely still and silent until I tell you otherwise,” Sir Liam commanded, pressing his other hand firmly against her lower back. His touch soothed her, and she stilled. When the next hard smack came, she remained motionless, using breath control to process the pain without flinching.

  Again and again his hand crashed with the force of a paddle over her ass, alternating cheeks in no discernable pattern, each blow harder than the last. As the pain mounted, Allie struggled to remain still, her body rigid with the effort, her breath yanked from her in rapid, staccato bursts.

  “Slow your breathing,” she heard Sir Liam say, though his voice seemed distant, obscured by the roar of blood pounding in her ears. He continued to hit her hard. Despite herself, she began to whimper, her body now trembling with the effort to remain still. She’d had hard spankings before, but never such a steady, forceful, unyielding beating.

  She had just opened her mouth to beg, to plead for him to stop, when he said, “Lift your ass. I’m not going to stop. You are going to play with yourself while I strike you. Keep your focus on your cunt. Bring yourself to the edge of orgasm. Do not come. Is this clear?”

  “Please, I can’t do this,” she begged breathlessly, squirming on his lap. “It hurts too much. It’s—”

  “You can do this.” He kept her in place with his strong hand. “You asked me for this”—he delivered another stinging smack—”for exactly this, don’t you remember?” Smack.

  He was right. She had told him this precise fantasy in one of their many, long conversations late at night. She’d dreamed of being held down and spanked by a strong man until she dissolved into tears, and even then, he wouldn’t stop, because he would know she needed this, even as she feared it. He would take her where she needed to go, no matter how much she resisted or protested along the way.

  “I thought I wanted it,” she gasped, “but—”

  “Don’t let fear override need, sub Allie,” he interrupted. “You need this.” Sir Liam continued to spank her, hard and steady, each stroke crashing and reverberating through her body. “You can do this,” he repeated, his voice suddenly gentle, his tone encouraging. “You’ve just been waiting for the right man to show you your own strength, to tap into the courage I know you possess.”

  The spanking still hurt every bit as much as it had a moment before, but somehow his words penetrated her resistance, her fear. Yes, she could do this, and, more than that, she wanted to.

  “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” she cried, no longer trying to stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She pushed through the pain, rallying her submissive courage as she lifted her ass to meet Sir Liam’s hard hand. She reached beneath herself and cupped her pussy. Not only her labia, but even her inner thighs were drenched with her juices. She began to stroke herself, rubbing in time to each unyielding smack.

  Oh god, oh yes, the pain, the pleasure, the arousal, the sting—it was perfect, just right, so good. She rubbed harder, faster, pleasure twisting and curling around the hot, erotic sting of his insistent, merciless palm.

  Maybe this time…?

  “Remove your hand and lie flat.”

  Wait.

  What?

  She was close, so close, she was sure of it. Closer than she’d ever been.

  “Remove your hand. Now.”

  Sir Liam’s firm tone caused the rising wave of orgasmic pleasure to recede. Frustrated, Allie pulled her hand away and slumped against Sir Liam’s lap.

  Her ass was on fire, every inch of flesh throbbing. Her clit pulsed and ached with unrequited release. A whimper of sheer frustration escaped her lips. She lay limp and exhausted as Sir Liam continued to smack her bottom.

  “I know you wanted to come, sub Allie,” Sir Liam said above her, his hand still crashing down on her flesh. “But you haven’t earned it yet. Pleasure comes from the sheer act of submission, without expectation. Right now you’re fighting through the pain, but the goal is to embrace it, to accept it, to rejoice in it. That’s what I want you to try to do. Don’t worry if it doesn’t happen right away, but try to let go. Stop fighting. Stop white-knuckling your way through this. Uncurl your fingers; let the tension flow away. Give yourself fully to me. Surrender your control.”

  Allie opened fists she’d hadn’t realized she’d made. She let out a slow, long breath and drew it in again, focusing on her breathing.

  “Yes, better,” Sir Liam said, his stroke lighter now against her tender, aching bottom.

  A deep, sensual peace began to move through her body and spirit. She was a feather, drifting lazily through the air, gently buffeted in the spring breeze. Allie sighed against the couch cushion, unable to move a muscle.

  “That’s it. That’s where I want you,” Sir Liam crooned softly. He began to stroke her tortured flesh with a soft, soothing touch. “Perfect,” he whispered, as Allie drifted in a warm, safe place deep inside herself.

  She opened her eyes when she felt herself being lifted and then set gently back down on the sofa, still on her stomach.

  “Just stay where you are,” Sir Liam said from somewhere over her head. “Don’t move a muscle.”

  That command was easy to obey, as she couldn’t have moved if she tried. Her eyes closed again of their own accord and she sighed in deep contentment. She heard him moving away and then returning to her, but still she didn’t move, too wrapped in the warm cocoon of submissive headspace to react.

  Sir Liam placed both his hands on her ass, cupping the cheeks gently. Something cool and soothing spread over her skin as he moved his hands.

  “Ah,” she sighed as he gently soothed away much of the sting.

  “Are you all right, Allie?” her new lover asked softly. “Can you turn over?”

  Allie could have easily drifted into a blissful sleep, but that wouldn’t be fair. She rolled onto her back and opened her eyes, trying to focus on Sir Liam, who stood smiling down at her.

  “Hey,” he said gently. “I’m not done with you yet, sub girl.”

  Bending toward her, he slipped his hands beneath her body and stood, lifting her in his arms. “You did very well, sub Allie. In my dungeon, if punishment is handled with grace, there is always reward.”

  As he carried her across the room, his gait was uneven, his left shoulder held higher than his right,
a spasm of pain moving over his face as he held her in his arms. He needed his walking cane. She wanted to wriggle out of his arms, to say, “I can see this is hurting you. Let me down. I’ll walk on my own.” But she understood instinctively that her protest would not be welcome.

  She forgot his limp and everything else when he set her into the large sling. The soft leather seat hugged her body as the swing swayed, its lightly oiled scent filling her nostrils like an aphrodisiac. The air felt cool against the hot skin of her well-spanked ass. The sensual lethargy induced by the intense spanking had completely burned away in the face of her renewed lust.

  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Please, please, please fuck me, she silently begged.

  Echoing her thoughts, Sir Liam growled, “I can’t wait another second. I have to have you now. Grip the chains behind your head and don’t let go,” he commanded.

  Allie eagerly obeyed, watching as he placed her feet, one at a time, into the swing’s stirrups and strapped her ankles into place with Velcro fasteners.

  Stepping back, his eyes sweeping her naked body, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His shoulders and chest bulged with muscle, his abs neatly arranged in a classic, hard six-pack. His chest hair was dark and curly, a tantalizing line tapering down his flat stomach to below the waist of his jeans.

  He moved between her legs, forced wide by her position, and reached for his jeans, pulling the fly open with a single yank of his hand. She watched hungrily as he lowered his jeans and underwear, eager to see him naked. She was disappointed when, as he’d done upstairs, he stopped at mid-thigh, revealing only enough of himself to get the job done.

  She forgot her disappointment as he moved closer, guiding his cock to her entrance. He knew already from their many conversations and emails that she was disease-free and on the pill, and she knew he, too, was clean. She was glad he trusted her, and didn’t try to whip out a condom at such a moment, a real buzzkill in her book.

  He leaned over her and kissed her mouth, his hard, lovely body covering hers. The head of his cock nudged against her and she arched forward as best she could in her tethered position. She groaned with pleasure as he entered her in one long, insistent push.