BDSM Connections - The Complete 4 Novel Series

by Claire Thompson

  “No health issues, Sir. I guess my hard limits would be no scat play or golden showers, and no bestiality.”

  Evan nodded. “Any trigger with face slapping, anything like that?”

  Ruby, who adored the intensity of face slapping and could almost fly from that stimulation alone, shook her head. “Face slapping is a turn-on for me, Sir.”

  “What about blood play? Knives? Needles?”

  “Those are soft limits, Sir. I can handle it as long as I trust my partner.”

  “And do you trust me, Ruby?” Evan’s husky voice softened, his eyes searching hers.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Good.” He stood from the bed and pointed to the wall. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to the wall. You will stand with your back against it while I prepare your punishment.”

  Crawl? That seemed so…degrading. But was it? Or was it simply another way to indicate her complete submission to this man—this Master?

  She lowered herself to the ground and placed her palms flat on the floor. She glanced up at Evan through the veil of her hair and was electrified by the intense, smoldering expression in his eyes. I’m in charge, his look seemed to say. You’re mine to do with as it pleases me.

  To her surprise, far from being demeaned by her position on her hands and knees, she felt incredibly vibrant and sensual. She moved slowly, her hips and breasts swaying provocatively as she crawled to the wall.

  Evan followed her. He reached over her to remove the large oil painting that hung there. He set it against the desk on the opposite wall as she got to her feet. He walked to the bench and picked something up. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.”

  Ruby’s stomach swooped like an elevator suddenly dropping as Evan approached her with the metal hooks in his hand. They were the kind of hook that had an adhesive backing and could be removed without marking the wall, only they were larger than any she’d seen before.

  Following her gaze, Evan said, “These are industrial removable hooks. They each support about twenty pounds, so be mindful you don’t put too much stress on them. They should work nicely for our purposes, however. Lift your right arm overhead so I can get the hook placement right.”

  Ruby did as instructed. She watched as Evan pulled the adhesive from one of the hooks and pressed the hook firmly against the wall near her right wrist. “Okay, you can lower your arm,” he said. He held the hook in place for half a minute or so while it adhered.

  To her surprise, he placed the second hook on the wall several feet from the first. She was dying to ask why, but held her tongue.

  He returned to the bench and grabbed the cuffs and collar. He crouched in front of her and wrapped a cuff around her right ankle, buckling it into place. Ruby sighed happily as he secured the other ankle cuff and then moved to her wrists. She loved the feel of leather against her skin. Finally, he placed the collar around her neck, his hands moving beneath her heavy hair as he buckled it into place.

  Taking a step back, he eyed her with obvious appreciation and then said, “Are you familiar with a-symmetric bondage?”

  “Um, I’m not sure, Sir.”

  “Most bondage is symmetric,” Evan explained. “Like when you’re bound to a St. Andrew’s cross, for example. Your arms and feet are equidistant apart when you’re cuffed into place.”

  “Yum,” Ruby said, the image sending her to a lovely place. Too bad they were doing this slave experiment thing in a vanilla household, but at least Evan had brought a well-stocked gear bag.

  “Yum, indeed,” Evan agreed with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You would look especially lovely like that, Ruby. But in addition to its being hot and sexy, if you’re like most subs, that kind of bondage can be very relaxing, in a paradoxical way. It allows you to surrender to whatever you’re feeling, while safe in your bonds.”

  He went to the bench, this time returning with the hanks of rope. “Lift your left arm to the hook,” he instructed. He unraveled a hank and pulled one end of the rope through a ring on her wrist cuff, knotting it into place. He looped the other end of the rope over the hook above her head. Pulling the rope down behind her, he looped it again, this time though one of the rings at the back of her collar.

  As he worked, he said, “A-symmetric bondage is harder to handle. There’s no natural balance to it. Your mind processes the experience differently, even a mind hardwired to enjoy bondage.”

  The rope dangled behind her back.

  “Put your free hand behind your back,” he instructed.

  Ruby obeyed, the position slightly uncomfortable with her other arm extended taut against the wall.

  Evan looped the rope through the O-ring on her right wrist cuff, pulling at it until her bent arm was forced upward, tying it off at an O-ring on her collar. He took a step back, his smile suddenly cruel.

  “Now, for the fun part.” Crouching in front of her again, he looped the end of the second hank of rope through an O-ring on her right ankle cuff, tying it tight. Getting to his feet, he pulled the rope, forcing her to lift her leg until it was straight out along the wall beside her, perpendicular to her body. He tied the other end of the rope onto the second hook.

  Ruby jumped in place a few times on her left leg as she struggled to find her equilibrium in this awkward position.

  “See what I mean?” Evan said. “A-symmetric bondage can be uncomfortable. It’s definitely harder to endure than symmetric bondage. That’s what makes it so good for punishment.”

  He moved closer, placing his hand on her mons. He cupped it, rubbing his palm sexily against her clit. While the bondage was unusual, and she did indeed feel off-balance, it was also exciting, especially with his hand moving with such perfect friction against her. The heady combination of erotic discomfort and the rising pleasure of an impending orgasm made her moan aloud.

  Abruptly, Evan pulled his hand away.

  “Oh, don’t stop,” Ruby blurted, on fire with lust.

  “Oh, dear,” Evan said. “Did you forget the rules again? No worries. I have the perfect remedy.” He moved to the bench and grabbed the ball gag, returning to her with it held at the ready. “Open wide,” he ordered.

  With a sigh, Ruby opened her mouth.

  Evan pressed the squishy rubber ball between her teeth, wedging it securely before buckling it around her head.

  Ruby immediately began to drool. She hated ball gags, much preferring the sensuality of a satin sash. Her cunt continued to throb, and she was already finding it difficult to maintain her position without pulling over-hard on the temporary wall hooks. She hopped on her grounded foot, trying to get better purchase.

  What would he do to her? Whip her with a single tail? Clamp her nipples? Fuck her standing up? She waited in anxious, excited anticipation.

  But Evan did none of those things. Instead, he returned to the bed. He pulled off his shirt and then reached into his jeans pocket to pull out his phone. He lay down on the bed and began to play with his phone. Without looking up at her, he said, “There. I set the timer. You’ll stay against the wall like that for fifteen minutes. I’ll be right here with you.”

  Wait. What?

  He looked down at his phone, his thumbs flying, apparently absorbed in whatever he was doing. Shit, the bastard was completely ignoring her. Ruby hated to be ignored, especially when she was bound and primed for play.

  As the minutes ticked slowly by, Ruby focused at first on the physical sensations. She’d managed to balance herself in such a way against the wall that she no longer needed to hop about on her foot. Bound as she was, she definitely wasn’t going to fall, even if she’d wanted to.

  The rope was tight, but not uncomfortably so. She was quite limber from years of yoga, and having her leg extended along the wall wasn’t difficult, though it did feel strange. The arm tied behind her back was mildly uncomfortable, but nothing she couldn’t handle, for a little while at least.

  Fifteen minutes seemed like an awfully long time to be left in
this contorted position. Was it safe?

  You can trust him, she told herself. He had proved every step of the way that he knew what he was doing when it came to BDSM play. If only she hadn’t fucked things up right out of the gate…

  If only she could wipe the damn drool off her chin.

  She was keenly aware of her bare, spread pussy. Her clit still pulsed from his touch, engorged and sensitive to the slight draft of air that wafted over her naked, bound body. Her nipples ached for the feel of his tongue and lips, or the twist of his fingers. Maybe he could fuck her standing up, though it would be a little awkward with her leg raised as it was. But it would feel so good to have him slide his big, hard cock into her…

  Ruby opened her eyes, the fantasy slipping away as she shifted in an effort to get more comfortable.

  Why was he ignoring her?

  Then she got it.

  That was the point.

  That was the real punishment.

  Chapter 9

  As the minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness, Evan found it surprisingly hard to leave Ruby tied up in that awkward position. As he stole glances at her, his cock hardened in his jeans. What would it be like to fuck her in that position?

  Stop it, he ordered himself. She’s being punished right now. This is not about you.

  He glanced at his cell. Nine minutes to go. Had he made the time too long? Was the rope too tight? Could he get her out quickly enough in the event of an emergency?

  Had he gone overboard, punishing her right off the bat?

  Then her words came back to him. He whips me daily and trains me to be his perfect, obedient submissive sex slave. He punishes me harshly when I misstep and owns me completely.

  She wanted this. She needed it. If he was going to make this real for her, he had to stand firm and enforce the rules they had agreed on. He was determined to give her the experience she craved.

  All at once, he glanced sharply at her. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back against the wall. She didn’t appear to be in distress, but damn it, he’d forgotten to give her a safe signal.

  Of course, there was the universal sign of distress common in BDSM dungeons of closing and opening one’s hand. With all her dungeon experience, she would know that, surely. But what if she didn’t?

  He didn’t want to disrupt the punishment, but he would rather err on the side of caution. He rose from the bed and moved quickly to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and returned to the bedroom, approaching the awkwardly bound girl.

  “That’s enough with the ball gag,” he informed her as he reached behind her head to unbuckle it. He pulled it free and then gently wiped away the drool from her chin and breasts.

  “Phew,” Ruby said, working her jaw. “Thank you, Sir. I hate that thing.”

  “You’re welcome. How you doing? Circulation okay?”

  She hopped a little on her free foot and made a comical face. “This isn’t exactly a comfortable position, Sir.”

  “It’s not supposed to be,” he reminded her, not quite managing to suppress his smile. “You’re being punished.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  He waited a beat, half expecting her to beg him to let her down, but she said nothing further. If she had begged him, what would he have done? He honestly wasn’t sure. All he knew was this Master/slave gig was going to be harder than he’d anticipated.

  This is what she wants, he reminded himself.

  He returned to the bed with renewed determination. Picking up his phone, he pretended to ignore her.

  Finally, the timer dinged. Evan leaped from the bed and hurried over to her. He released her raised leg first, and then quickly undid the ropes that bound her arms.

  As she swayed toward him, he scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bed and lay her gently down. Stripping off his jeans and boxers, he climbed onto the bed beside her.

  “You okay?” he asked softly as he massaged the life back into her cold limbs.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She didn’t seem angry or in the least upset by what he’d done. On the contrary, her eyes were shining as she stared up at him.

  Something painful bloomed in his chest, as if the thick layers of scar tissue were being torn away. He pushed away the feeling, not ready to examine it.

  “Punishment is over,” he said. “You start with a clean slate.”

  “Works for me,” she said, adding only belatedly, her face twisted into a wry smile, “Master.”

  Would a proper Master have punished her for that sass? Maybe so, but he didn’t care. Her sass was part of her charm.

  He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, gently at first, and then with increasing passion. He draped his body over hers. Her thighs fell open in invitation as he nestled his erect cock between them.

  She was deliciously wet and ready for him. Apparently the punishment hadn’t been too traumatizing. He stopped thinking as her strong vaginal muscles clamped around his shaft. He put his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly as he thrust even deeper.

  “Yes,” she cried breathlessly. “Just like that. Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop.”

  She hadn’t said “Sir” but Evan didn’t give a fuck. He swiveled inside her, excited by her breathy cries and trembling body.

  She has to ask to come, a voice in his head suddenly reminded him. “Ask permission,” he grunted, trying to hold back his own orgasm.

  “Please,” she cried breathlessly. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

  “Yes,” he hissed, slamming into her as an avalanche of orgasmic pleasure rocked through his body. She trembled and moaned beneath him, her cunt spasming around his cock.

  Her heart tapped against his as they lay tangled together in a post-orgasmic heap. After a while, he mustered the strength to lift himself from her and roll away. He turned his head to see how she was doing.

  She lay on her back, arms and legs spread out, a dreamy expression on her face. As if feeling his eyes on her, she turned her head, a smile ghosting the edges of her mouth. “Hi,” she said softly, the smile revealing itself more fully. “Can I do something more to serve you, Sir?”

  “Hmm,” he said, pretending to consider. “You can go down to the kitchen and make me a chocolate milkshake.”

  She actually started to lift herself into an upright position. “I could check if the Martins—”

  “Hey, I’m just kidding,” he interrupted with a laugh. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms. “You can serve me by curling into me and laying your head on my chest. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

  “Now you’ve got me thinking about milkshakes,” she replied, but then she yawned and curled like a cat around his body.

  ~*~

  Ruby was roused by something nudging at her lips. She opened her eyes, surprised to find the pale light of a new dawn filling the room. Her last memory was of placing her head on Evan’s firm chest and closing her eyes.

  She was on her back on the high bed, but positioned sideways across the mattress, her head right at the edge. The cuffs were no longer on her wrists or ankles, and the collar wasn’t around her neck. It was hard to believe she’d slept through all that, but she had no memory of his removing them.

  He stood at her head, his erect cock in his hand. Fully awake and aroused by what he was doing, she parted her lips. As he slid his shaft into her mouth, he pulled her by the shoulders so that her head now hung off the mattress.

  She gagged on the thick, hard shaft as it lodged deep in her throat. A small, jagged edge of panic rose in her gut when she became aware she couldn’t breathe.

  “Relax,” Evan said. “You will serve your Master by worshipping my cock.” He pulled back to allow her to draw in some air and then pressed again into her throat.

  Ruby’s body kicked into full arousal mode, her nipples stiffening, her sex moistening. Without thinking what she was doing, she put her hand between her legs to massage her throbbing clit.

  Leaning o
ver her, Evan slapped away her hand, startling her. “Don’t touch my property without permission, slave,” he said, his voice hard.

  A thrill of raw desire, edged with just a hint of fear, hurtled through her body and soul.

  “Pull up your knees and put your feet flat on the mattress,” he directed in the same hard, sexy voice. He continued to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, choking her each time she tensed her throat muscles. “Spread your legs wide and lift up your pelvis so I have access to your cunt.”

  Ruby eagerly did as she was told, more than ready to feel the stroke of his sexy fingers on her sex as he fucked her mouth.

  A sudden, sharp sting exploded over her vulva. She slammed her legs together in shock, her gasp of pain muffled against his shaft. It took her a second to realize Evan had slapped her pussy with the flat of his hard palm.

  “Open your legs this instant,” he commanded. “I didn’t tell you to close them. Reassume your position, slave.”

  Her heart jumping like a jackrabbit, Ruby did as he said, her labia still stinging. He slapped her again, just as hard as before, while keeping his cock lodged in her throat.

  Tears sprang to Ruby’s eyes, but somehow she found the wherewithal not to close her legs or twist away.

  “That cunt is mine,” Evan said sternly. He slapped her again as his cock moved in and out of her open mouth. “If you touch it again without permission, your punishment will be much more severe than a mere slap.”

  He pumped in and out of her mouth, slamming into her throat with choking thrusts. Ruby struggled to open herself to the onslaught. A sweet, dark sense of surrender spread inside her like ink blooming in water. As she gave in, her mind stilled and her body relaxed.

  Evan continued to pummel her mouth, his hands now on either side of her head, holding her in place. After several minutes, he groaned, his body stiffening. Then he spurted, the jism sliding hotly down her throat. He stayed that way a moment or two before finally pulling back, his cock falling away from her open mouth.

  “Ah,” he breathed, smiling down at her. He sat beside her on the bed and pulled her head up and into his lap. “That was awesome, sexy girl.” He ran his thumb softly down her cheek. “Now it’s time to get up. We have a busy day.”