Ruby lowered herself to her knees, careful not to trip herself on the hobble chain in the process. He’d unpacked more of the gear bag, the items set neatly along the bench at the end of the bed, which he’d made, if a little haphazardly.
What especially caught her eye was the bondage ball, which she recognized from the warehouse on Sunday morning, still in its original shrink-wrap. Less than a foot from stem to stern, it consisted of a steel ball the size of a golf ball at the end of a small rod that had been soldered onto the center of a curved, perpendicular bar with metal figure-eight shaped loops on either end. She couldn’t quite envision how it worked, but figured she was about to find out.
Placing her hands palms-down on her thighs, she closed her eyes. She had learned some meditation techniques in her travels, and she brought them to bear as she focused on relaxing her body and stilling her mind.
“There. I’ve taken care of the things requiring my immediate attention and managed to clear the rest of the schedule, so I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”
Ruby opened her eyes at the sound of Evan’s voice.
He rose from the chair and walked toward her. “Or rather,” he added, raking her naked body with hooded eyes, “you’re all mine.”
Coming to a stop in front of her, he placed his hand on her head. “This morning I’m in the mood for some predicament bondage. In the process, I’ll be assessing your endurance and ability to handle erotic pain.”
Like most sexual masochists, Ruby had a love/hate relationship with predicament bondage.
“I’m going to cuff you into the Total Lockdown System, and this time, we’ll add the bondage ball to keep you on your toes.” Evan grinned evilly. “We’re going to have some serious fun.”
He held out a hand, and she took it, allowing him to hoist her upright. “Do you need to use the bathroom before we get started?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Evan crouched in front of her, removing the chain between her ankles, though he left the cuffs in place. He did remove her wrist cuffs, and then said, “I’ll get things ready while you use the bathroom.”
Ruby was glad he didn’t make her pee in the tub, and even gladder that he didn’t want to watch her. While she got the control aspect of the exercise, and had articulated it as part of her fantasy, in real life it just wasn’t that sexy.
When she was done using the bathroom, she returned to the bedroom, butterflies dancing in her stomach.
Evan held the bondage ball in his hands, now unwrapped. “This goes between your legs, front to back. It’s designed so the ball is inserted inside you. Then ropes are attached to these rings. When I secure the ropes in front and in back of you to the top of the apparatus, it’ll hold the ball in place. I’m going to force you up on your toes with the rope. If you come down flat, you’ll feel the pressure increase and the ball will pull up hard inside you. Hence the predicament.”
Ruby stared at the diabolical device, her heart skittering in her chest. “That sounds pretty intense.”
“That it does,” Evan agreed, his erection visible in his jeans. “Think you can handle it?”
Ruby blew out a breath. “In theory,” she said nervously.
His eyes glittered. “We’ll find out. Before we get started, remind me of your safeword.”
“Quicksilver,” Ruby said, her stomach doing a flip-flop.
“Quicksilver,” he repeated, nodding. “Take your position on the rig.”
Ruby stood with her back to the main pole and lifted her arms to settle her wrists into the attached cuffs. Evan set down the bondage ball and moved to her. He closed the cuffs, his body close to hers as he worked. As always happened when she was bound, a shiver of raw desire worked its way through her, igniting all her nerve endings. On an impulse, she leaned forward and kissed Evan’s smooth chest as he worked. He didn’t seem to mind.
Stepping back, he picked up the bondage ball from the bench, along with a tube of lubricant. He covered the steel ball generously with the lube and then stood alongside Ruby to position the device between her legs. Slowly and carefully, he eased the ball into her body.
She sucked in a breath as it penetrated.
“You okay?” Evan asked, tugging lightly to make sure the ball was in place.
“Yeah,” she said a little breathlessly.
He retrieved the coils of black rope that had come with the toy and used a slipknot on the rings in front and back. He raised the ropes above Ruby’s body, adjusting them until he’d forced her onto her toes. Then he tied the two ends around the ring at the top of the restraint rod.
He came again to stand in front of her, cupping her breasts in his hands as he dipped his head to kiss her mouth. She kissed him back hungrily, deeply excited by her restraints and by the hard ball inside her lodged snugly against her g-spot.
Letting her go, he stepped back and took something from his bag. He held up a short-handled black leather whip with only two narrow throws. They were split like a snake’s forked tongue. Evan smiled cruelly as he snapped it in the air. “I call this the Dragon Kiss. It’s one of my favorites. It delivers a sharper sting than your standard impact toy, and it leaves lovely welts. I’m going to whip your entire body with it. Your job will be to stay on your toes, unless you want a rather nasty reminder of how that bondage ball works.” He moved closer and brushed the deceptively soft leather throws over her breasts. “Are you ready to suffer for me, slave girl?”
Ruby’s mouth had gone dry, her heart beating a rapid tempo against her sternum. But at the same time, her clit throbbed and her nipples ached. Her skin tingled in anticipation of the wicked-looking lash. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
He moved behind her. The whip whistled in the split second before impact. The sting was sharp and immediate, and Ruby gasped at the sudden pain. He flicked it again and again, focusing on her ass, until she began to adjust to the steady barrage of stinging strokes.
Then, in a lightning strike of pain, the whip struck her left shoulder. Unprepared, Ruby yelped, her feet landing hard on the carpet. The sudden downward movement created nearly unbearable pressure in her cunt.
She flexed instantly back on her toes, which resulted in immediate relief, though the snapping whip behind her delivered another stinging kiss.
“That bondage ball hurts, huh?” Evan asked, moving to her front.
“It was more pressure than pain,” she gasped. “But that fucking whip stings like a bastard.” As Evan frowned, she realized her words had been something less than slave-respectful. “Uh, Sir,” she added.
Evan lifted his eyebrows, but made no comment. Stepping back, he snapped the forked whip against her left breast.
Ruby hissed her pain as she stared down at the dual red lines the whip left in its wake.
He struck her right breast. Tears sprang to her eyes. “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts,” she cried, hopping from foot to foot, still on her toes.
Taking a step back, he snapped the whip against her thighs, each stroke a line of fire on her skin. Sweat prickled under her arms and on her upper lip. It was too much. Too much.
“I can’t,” she cried, nearly overwhelmed. “I can’t stay on my toes.”
“You’re resisting me,” Evan said calmly, letting the whistling whip land on her left breast. “You need to surrender, to let go. You’re white-knuckling your way through this.”
He was right, but she was too stressed and exhausted from the effort of staying on her toes to obey. She pressed her lips together to keep from cursing or yelling her safeword. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Evan dropped the whip and reached for her cheek, wiping away the tear with his thumb. “Enough. You’ve had enough.” He reached up over her head and released the ropes that held the bondage ball in place.
With a sigh of relief, Ruby lowered her feet. Evan gently pulled the bondage ball from her body and set it on the bench. Then he released her restraints and led her to the bed.
Pulling back the quilt and sheet, he h
elped her lie down on her stomach. Sitting beside her, he smoothed soothing balm over the welts on her ass and shoulders. He rolled her gently to her back and stroked her cheek, tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear. “You okay? You took a lot.”
She nodded. “You’re right, though. I was resisting. I was afraid and I couldn’t work through the fear.”
He squeezed more Arnica on his fingers and gently smoothed it over the welts on her breasts. “This is where communication is so important, Ruby. We’re still pretty new together, and I don’t know all your unspoken cues. I can read your body up to a certain point, but I can’t read your mind. You have a safeword for a reason. I get it if you don’t want to use it and bring things to a halt, but there are ways to slow things down. You can just tell me it’s too much. Say you’re having a hard time and need to slow things down. Promise you’ll let me in going forward—that you’ll let me know when you need more or when you need less. I have to trust that you’ll let me know your limits or I’ll never be able to take you where I sense you want to go.”
Ruby lifted her head and met his gaze. “You’re right. I promise to do better.”
~*~
Evan stripped off his jeans and boxers and lay down beside Ruby. He’d never known anyone like her. She was such a delicious combination of sexual masochist and sassy, kickass woman. Being around her made him feel vital and alive, and more turned on than he could remember being in his life. But how did this new “slave girl Ruby” fit into things? Was he supposed to quash those sassy impulses—to admonish her for behavior unbecoming to a slave?
He put his arm around her and pulled her close, trying to still the turmoil in his mind.
She snuggled against him. “Um…” She drew out the word, but didn’t continue the sentence.
Evan looked down at her face. “What? What is it?”
She smiled nervously and ducked her head, not meeting his eyes. “It’s just that I haven’t had an orgasm since last night, you know? I mean, you started out your morning with one, and then you teased the crap out of me when you were grooming me, but I haven’t… I mean, I took a pretty good whipping, Sir. Do you think maybe I’ve earned an orgasm?”
Evan burst out laughing. “You are a piece of work, Ruby Beckett. A proper slave doesn’t ask for orgasms. She doesn’t inform her Master that she’s earned an orgasm. You wait until your Master decides.”
Ruby’s face twisted into an adorable pout. “I know, but—”
“But nothing,” Evan said, pulling his arm from beneath her and lifting himself upright on his elbows. “But you are reminding me that it’s time to begin our orgasm control work.” He rolled from the bed and got to his feet. “We’ll make it interesting,” he continued as he retrieved her wrist cuffs from the bench, along with four short hanks of rope. “I’m going to tie you down and alternate between sexual stimulation and erotic torture. Your job is to handle the pain with grace and to hold off your orgasm until I give you specific permission to come.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
He returned to the bed. “Lie flat on your back,” he instructed. He clipped the leather cuffs onto her wrists. The ankle cuffs were still in place. Taking a pillow, he said, “Lift your hips so I can slide this under you. I want easy access to that beautiful cunt.”
She did as instructed, and he pushed the pillow under her ass, forcing her to tilt her hips, giving him an excellent view of her shaven sex. He attached rope to the O-ring in each of the four cuffs, and secured the other ends around the bedposts, pulling her arms and legs taut.
Excitement and power buzzed along Evan’s nerve endings, along with the heightened awareness of his sub’s feelings and reactions that always kicked in when a scene was right. He loved her willingness, her trust, her vulnerability, and the rush of power taking erotic control always engendered in him.
Ruby lifted her head as much as she was able in her spread eagle position, watching as he selected his toys from the gear bag. He chose a curved, purple g-spot stimulator and a pair of clover nipple clamps and set them on the bed beside Ruby.
He reached for the clamps. “You have sensitive nipples. How do you do with clover clamps?”
“I hate them, Sir. Oh, and I love them, Sir,” she added with a laugh.
“The masochist’s dilemma,” he agreed with a smile.
He reached for her left nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It engorged quickly. He pulled it taut, while pushing open one of the clamps with his free hand. Carefully, he placed the round metal pads on either side of the base of her nipple and then released the clamp.
“Ah,” she cried softly, squeezing her eyes closed and wrinkling her nose as she struggled to adjust to the pain.
He did the same with the second nipple. His cock hardened at the sight of her compressed nipples, the black chain between the clamps resting against her lovely olive skin.
To distract her as she adjusted to the tension of the clamps, he put his hand between her legs. He rubbed her sex, finding the hard marble of her clit amidst the folds.
The moment she sighed with pleasure, he removed his hand. Slowly and surely, touch by touch, moment by moment, he planned to ratchet up the sexual pleasure and the erotic pain until there was no longer a distinction between the two.
Picking up the g-spot stimulator, he slipped it out of its sterilized wrapper. Positioning it between her legs, he nudged it against her slick entrance and pushed the fat bulb slowly inside her. In her position, with hips raised, the dildo should stay in place. He twisted the base, and the dildo vibrated to life.
“Ooh,” she moaned as it teased her from the inside out. Moving closer, he rubbed his fingers in a circle around her clit. She sighed and arched her hips toward his hand, her fingers curling around the ropes above her cuffs.
When her eyes fluttered closed, he lifted his other hand and slapped her cheek, the sound reverberating over her breathy sighs. She gasped, her eyes flying open.
He slapped the other cheek.
Her mouth fell open, her chest heaving.
He continued to stroke her sex as the g-spot dildo vibrated inside her tight tunnel.
She moaned.
“Focus,” he said, slapping her again. He had slipped effortlessly into Dom-space. It was as if he could feel the sting on his own face each time his palm struck her. His breath quickened along with hers as the entwining pleasure and pain edged toward sensory overload.
It was up to him to keep her grounded so she could get through the tumultuous intensity to the vast, serene and deeply fulfilling submissive acceptance he knew she craved.
“You’re nearly there, my love,” he breathed, watching her intently.
Her pupils were dilated, her breath a pant. He slapped her over and over, whipping her head from side to side. All the while, he stroked her clit, which was hard and slippery beneath his fingers.
“Breathe,” he reminded her. “Take in the pleasure and the pain. Let it lift you.”
She drew in a long, shuddering breath and let it slowly out. His lungs emptied along with hers, their hearts beating in tandem. He stared into her dark eyes, sensing her longing as if it were his own.
She whispered something.
“What?” he asked, leaning closer to hear her.
“Again,” she breathed. “Again, Sir.”
“Yes,” he agreed, understanding her need. Cupping his palm, he slapped her again—once, twice, three times in succession.
She groaned, her cheeks red, her breath ragged, but her eyes remained fixed on his, fever-bright.
He rubbed her sweet cunt, his fingers flying as the vibrator thrummed inside her.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she chanted, and he felt the rise of her impending orgasm.
“Don’t you dare,” he snapped, aware of his promise to be her Master. He slapped her to bring her back from the brink. “Not until I say so.”
She groaned, attempting to shift her hips away from his touch.
“Stay st
ill,” he commanded, his cock throbbing in sympathy, his balls tight with need. “Take what I’m giving you.” His fingers flew over her sticky sex. He slapped her again, making the chain between the clamps fly.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she wailed, her hips lifting from the pillow.
“Now,” he commanded, slapping her yet again as he rubbed her wet pussy. “Come for me now, slave girl.”
She thrashed as the dildo vibrated relentlessly inside her. “Oh, god, oh god,” she cried, her body convulsing in a long orgasmic shudder.
When she stilled, he gently eased the dildo from her body and turned it off. He reached for the slipknots that held her spread eagle and plucked them loose. Leaning over her, he stroked back the wild tangle of her hair from her face.
Tenderness threatened to consume him, the feeling nearly overwhelming him. He wanted to climb over her and sink his cock into her sweet heat. He longed to lose himself completely in her loveliness, but he remained mindful of his duty as her Master, and forced himself to maintain control.
“Ruby,” he said softly.
She opened her eyes slowly, her gaze unfocused, her expression bleary with post-orgasmic bliss.
He placed his fingers on either side of the clamps, which still held her nipples captive in their grip. He shook his head and said with mock sorrow, “You know what they say, my love. With the pleasure must come the pain.”
Then he squeezed, releasing the clamps.
He covered her yelps with kisses and then lowered his head to suckle and lick each tortured nipple until her whimpers turned to moans of lust. Giving in at last to his own desperate need, he draped himself over her warm, yielding body, his cock hard against her thigh.
She shifted, her legs falling open. “Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she begged sweetly, her hands cupping his neck as she arched her hips upward to receive him.
With a groan of pent-up longing and desire, Evan complied.
~*~
Ruby made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Evan had once again hobbled her, telling her the chain and the cuffs on her wrists and ankles would remind her of her status as his slave. While it was sexy as a fantasy, she found the hobble chain annoying while she moved around the kitchen, stirring sauce, boiling water for the pasta and cutting vegetables for the salad.
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