Handcuffed by Her Hero

by Angel Payne

  “You ready to earn more strokes, Ray-bird?”

  “I—I think so, Sir.”

  “It’s okay to be a little scared.”

  “How about a lot scared, Sir?”

  He first answered her with a groan. “The sadistic demon on my shoulder says that’s just fine, honey.”

  “What does the angel on the other side say?”

  He chuckled. “The angels gave up on me a long time ago. The only thing on my other shoulder are the devil’s cheerleaders.”

  “Gee. Great to hear—oohhh shit!”

  Her voice flipped from sarcasm to suffering in the second it took for him to close the first clamp around her nipple. The sight of her laying there, muscles twisting as she struggled to process the vise’s bite into her sensitive flesh, caused a torment of a different kind inside his own body. Different, sure—but no less painful. He bunched his ass cheeks hard in a desperate battle to keep his dick in check. Crushing his balls again helped a little, but even they were throbbing rocks of demanding desire.

  “Breathe, subbie.” He fed it to her on a taut wire of tone. “Close your eyes and tell your body to accept it.”

  She was stunning as her eyes slipped closed for him. Three inhalations later, her breathing evened. As she released the fourth, he fastened the clamp to her other breast.

  “Ohhhh God!” She writhed again.

  “Ssshhhh, honey.” He flattened a hand on her stomach. “Breathe.”

  “With all due respect, Sir, that isn’t working!”

  He rubbed his hand a little lower, making soothing circles on her pelvis. “It wasn’t a request, Rayna,” he said. “You’ll obey what your Sir has commanded without any more protest, right now.”

  She still flashed him gritted teeth but settled back against the table, letting her breaths come more evenly.

  “Now take all that adrenalin rushing your veins, and let it float into your mind,” he instructed. “Let it take over all those synapses and neurons. You’re going to be a little dizzy from it, but I’ve got you tethered right here. You’re not going anywhere I don’t want you to. You’re safe, okay?”

  “Okay.” She released it in a tense whisper. But the cords of her neck loosened and the muscles beneath his hand relaxed, as well. She sighed, her senses clearly starting to swim in the vertigo he’d told her to expect.

  “That’s good, subbie. Really good. It’s important for you to learn processing. Just in case your Sir decides to hit you with something else unexpected.”

  He let his voice warm with humor on the last part of that—just before he gathered his four main fingers and thrust them into her vagina.

  “Dear God!” she screamed.

  No shit.

  He ripped a page out of his own book to breathe down the amazement from simply getting to finger her again. Like that did any good. It was impossible to be cavalier about the magic of touching her, of watching how she reacted to every cell of his skin against her, inside her. She held nothing back, as generous in her submission to him as she was in her friendship with him. He was rocketed to another galaxy. Humbled. Awed. And so fucking turned on.

  When he pressed his thumb into the petals of her pussy, her passion blasted him beyond the galaxy. He floated in a separate universe, lost to the force of her little mewls, her long sighs, her cream-perfect body.

  “Tell me.”

  For a moment, he couldn’t believe the words had tumbled from him. He’d never used them on any subbie beneath his rule, because he didn’t need to. In his job, retaining details meant the difference between surviving the mission or dying from a stupid mistake. It was effortless to carry the talent with him into the dungeon. One look always told him everything he needed to know about his sub’s state of mind and body.

  But with Rayna, looking wasn’t enough. He needed to hear the words in her mesmerizing alto, longed for the connection back to her through those verbal threads.

  “Tell me,” he repeated. “Give it all to me, honey. Tell me how I make you feel.”

  She let out another sexy-as-fuck whine before answering. “Incredible. Unbelievable. It’s pain but pleasure. Pissed off mixed with set free. Zeke, I never knew it could be like this. I never knew it was like this.”

  For a second, he stilled his fingers. He guessed that was typical when the rest of one’s body couldn’t move, either. Which was probably the case when the universe found its way in past the emotional space suit and wrapped its brilliance around a guy’s soul. And made him feel powerful as a star gone nova.

  He couldn’t wait to take her higher.

  “Perfect,” he assured her. “Really perfect. Thank you, subbie.”

  With slow reluctance, he withdrew his fingers from her. Though she didn’t say a word, her chest vibrated on a quivering breath, as if she knew what was in store for her next.

  “Breathe again for me.” He directed it with the conviction that filled him from being totally connected to her. The way she’d processed the pain from the clamps gave him another notch of justification for picking up the flogger and making sure that the paddle was nearby, too. “Here we go, honey.”

  He watched her chest rise and fall, the chain between the clamps dancing in the light as she obeyed his instruction. Her whole body gleamed with a sheen of nervous perspiration. He trailed the flogger falls over every stunning, golden curve from her collar bones to her ankles, exulting in her tremors, soaking up every note of her anticipating, anxious whimpers.

  In the thousands of miles and dozens of countries life had taken him to, he’d seen some breathtaking sights.

  He couldn’t remember a single one of them as he gazed at the bound, beautiful submissive before him now.

  “Breathe.” He commanded it again as he started circling the flogger over her thighs, warming up her skin with gentle thwacks of the leather.

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  Her eyes fell shut. Her muscles coiled and retracted, processing the new sensations he gave her.

  And her pussy glimmered with new drops of aroused honey.

  Z’s senses soared. “Your skin blushes so perfectly for me, subbie.” He didn’t break the figure eight motion of the flogger, allowing him to hit her thighs with equal impact. “Damn. So pretty.”

  Rayna didn’t reply with anything but a tight sigh. That was okay. Her body spoke everything for her. Her quads and derriere clenched from each impact, making it impossible for her pussy not to be stimulated. With each constriction, the muscles in her sex got to be better friends, turning her into a fusion of stings, stimulation, agony and ecstasy.

  Z kept up the pace. And steadily increased the power behind each stroke.

  After several minutes, Rayna’s husky gasps turned into agonized cries. “Zeke!” she finally screamed. “Sir! I don’t know how much more I can—”

  “A lot,” Zeke interjected. Though he tossed aside the flogger, he delivered a pair of sharp slaps to her inner thighs. While he pressed her flesh to distribute the heat, he intently studied her body and face. Rivulets of sweat trickled along her torso. Her carotid thundered. But most telling was the soaked flower at her core. “You can take a lot more, Ray-bird, and you will. For me. I’m not going to stop until your thighs are as crimson as your sweet, hot cunt. And you’re going to love it. You’re going to fly. And when you do, I’ll keep you tethered and safe with my cock, buried deep and hot inside you.”

  She audibly gulped. Then shakily nodded. “Okay. Yes, Sir.”

  He gave in to the craving to slap her pussy again. His action enflamed the juicy tissues, making them red as a juicy pomegranate. “Not good enough.” He growled.

  “Wh-what do you mean?”

  “Say it to me, Rayna. Give me the words. Tell me you can take more. Tell me you want more.”

  To encourage her, he slicked a thumb into the center of her sweet fruit, aiming for the nub that would give her the pleasure to counterbalance her pain.

  “Ohhhh shit!” She bucked against him like the kickback from an RPG. “
Sir! That’s—oh God, that’s so—please don’t stop!”

  “The words,” he prompted. “What do you want, honey? Tell me.”

  “Yes. Ohhh, yes. I want more. I can take more. Hurt me. Redden me. Give it all to me. Take me higher. Please!”

  Higher. Dear fuck, yes.

  His senses spun with the brain bender on which she sent him. Never in his life had a submissive’s words shot such power to him. Never in his life did he feel so euphoric, so wild, so free.

  He needed to give it all back to her.

  It was the only goal in his mind and body as he snatched up the paddle.

  The dark rose flesh of both her thighs called to him.

  “Get comfy, honey.” It curled out of him as dark, savoring smoke. “And for God sake, you’ll need to breathe.”

  He was gentle about the first few swats.

  Then she moaned.

  He kept himself in check during the next three or four strokes.

  Then she screamed.

  What a perfect harmony it made to the brutal smacks he released on her beautiful red skin.

  After no more than a minute, her shrieks turned into high gasps. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her head lolled to one side.

  With a growl of dark triumph, he tossed aside the paddle.

  “Yeah, subbie,” he crooned. “Take a nice long flight in that cloud. You earned it.”

  He stepped back between her legs, lowering a hand to each thigh. With every inch of blushing flesh he rubbed, a blast of possessive fire overcame him. The flames licked their way through his body, sizzling every nerve, burning up every muscle…definitely not missing the length at the center of his thighs. Even after clenching his jaw and swallowing hard, the fire got worse. As a heavy drop of pre-cum discharged from his pulsing bulb, he knew even going at his balls with vise grips wasn’t going to help this time.

  He slid his hands back. The globes of her ass fit perfectly in his grip. The lips of her sex teased mercilessly at his dick.

  “Christ,” he grated. “Ray-bird, I don’t know how much longer—”

  “Fuck me.”

  Her whispered plea whipped his stare to her face. She gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her breaths coming fast through parted, glistening lips. “Please fuck me, Sir. Now.”

  With a feral growl, he was all too ready to punch in her requisition.

  She moaned. He shuddered. Her vagina was a furnace, cranking up the heat in his cock by fifty degrees from the first thrust. Still he dragged her body tighter and harder against him, ramming her onto his erection over and over. When the pressure in his sac tightened to an unbearable degree, he released her ass in order to lean over and drive horizontally into her.

  His gaze fixed into hers again. She gave him a tentative, sweet smile. He returned one of gleeful, sadistic intent. With a deft twist, he pulled on the chain connecting her nipple clamps.

  “Shit!” she screamed. “Zeke, what the—”

  He silenced the rest of it with a harsh smash of his mouth. He kept his lips sealed to hers while releasing one clamp then the other. As blood rushed back into her breasts, another yell exploded out of her and right into him.

  It was the most arousing thing he’d ever felt.

  “Fuck, yes.” He snarled it against her skin before soothing the pain in one nipple with the flat of his tongue. As he tasted the other in the same way, the tip surged against his tongue. The taste of her consumed his mouth. The heat of her surrounded his sex. The pounding of her beautiful, submissive heart spoke to the deepest core of his spirit.

  “Sir,” she cried. “I can’t hold it back. I…can’t…”

  “Don’t you dare,” he ordered. “Let it come, honey. Come for me, sweet subbie.”

  “N-no. You, too. C-come with me. Please?”

  Her tight, broken words and her shaking, drenched body spoke right to all the triggers in his. The burn in his buttocks and the clench of his balls gave him the DEFCON warning about the explosion about to decimate his cock.

  “I can’t, honey.” He brushed the hair off her forehead. She was so goddamn beautiful. He longed to stay buried like this for hours more. “I’m in here bareback, and—”

  “It’s okay.”

  “It’s not okay. There’s no way I’m pulling a pump and dump here, honey. If you think I’m the kind of guy who—”

  “Zeke, I haven’t had a period in five months.”

  “Huh?”

  She actually rolled her eyes. “Can we not go into it right now? Captivity. Stress. My body. Not a great match, okay? They’re trying to fix it, but I haven’t taken those damn pills in a week now, so—” As she quivered again beneath him, her head jackknifed back. “Goddamnit, Zeke, I need to come! And I need your hard, huge cock inside me when I do. Please…please!”

  If the shock of her health confession didn’t grab him, her deliberately dirty language sure as hell did. He lowered his mouth to her tits again, this time to bite into them as he let the blood surge his shaft, pushing at her wet, tight walls.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He suckled at her with hot greed. “Every inch of you is so perfect. So golden and perfect.”

  She sighed, trying to lift her head and kiss him back. “You, too.” She squirmed with delectable frustration. “Zeke—Sir—let me touch you, too. I need to get my hands on you.”

  He gave her a wicked smile. “Request denied, subbie. You took all the pain in bondage. Now you’ll take the pleasure, too—just like you’re taking every inch of my dick in your sweet, hot cunt.” He gave her a twisting kiss before settling himself fully against her spread, slick body. “Now tell me you understand.”

  Her eyes flashed with rebellious fire but she replied, “I understand, Sir.”

  “Tell me you want my cock to fuck you deep.”

  An adorable smile tugged at her lips. “I do,” she whispered. “I want your cock to fuck me deep.”

  “Tell me the pain was worth it.”

  “The pain was perfect. Yes. Very much worth it.”

  He started rolling his hips with each thrust. Primal triumph struck when he saw the effect it had on her. Somewhere far beyond the room, he heard the growl of thunder and the patter of rain. It was part of another world. His universe became the sighs from the back of her throat. His solar system was now comprised of the pulses from deep in her body. His world was now the magic of pleasuring her.

  “Now tell me you’re coming for me, bird.”

  She shook her head. “Not unless you’re with me.”

  “I’m right here. I’m with you. My cum is yours, Rayna. And your climax is mine.”

  “Yes,” she sighed. “Yes!”

  “Now,” he bellowed. “Now!”

  Her tunnel shuddered and exploded around him. Zeke filled it with the blinding flood of his orgasm, his body torn from its moorings, his mind robbed of its sanity. For a brilliant second, the heaven to which he’d sent her was the same nirvana in which his senses danced. It consumed him. Amazed him.

  Terrified him.

  The trepidation curled itself into thick silence as he rocked inside her for many long minutes. Rayna’s wordlessness scared him even more, until he pulled up to look at her again.

  He couldn’t remember when he’d seen her features at such peace.

  He realized, with blazing clarity, the answer to that was never.

  He reached up and unbuckled her wrists from both the cuffs. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he did. Finally he murmured, “You okay?”

  As she lifted her hands to his shoulders, she smiled like a kid who’d just gotten away with inhaling a chocolate bar. “Better than okay.”

  His first instinct was to kiss her senseless.

  He coughed nervously and looked away, instead.

  Three words. She’d unraveled him again with just three words.

  They weren’t even those three words, but something deep in his gut told him that the vocabulary was beyond the point. The warm serenity in her voice, the summer grass beauty in
her eyes, the soft strokes she gave his shoulders along with it…they all conveyed her true meaning. That the other three words were bubbling, waiting for their turn.

  And when they did brim to her lips…what then?

  He didn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. Even thinking of it made the sweat on his back turn cold and the high from his orgasm fade into panic.

  He mumbled an excuse about getting her legs free as an excuse to pull out and back from her. But he could’ve auditioned for a Star Wars walk-on as a maintenance droid for all the grace or thought he gave the motions. After he helped Rayna gain her feet, he sent her upstairs and told her to get warm in bed. He’d be up in a few minutes, he said. Maybe they’d pick out a movie from the online queue and—

  “Liar.”

  He spat it beneath his breath as she reached the top of the stairs and he got to the kitchen. Anger swooped into his chest in backlash to the reprimand.

  Yeah, yeah. Fine. You lied. So what? She was untied and standing; you weren’t officially her Dom anymore, anyhow. Besides, it was only a little white one.

  And a hell of a lot better than the nasty-ass big one.

  Not that he was in danger of letting those three words slip out, even by accident. Not as a dumb mistake. Not as a casual second thought. Not as a drunken blunder. Not ever.

  Because you know damn well what happens when you allow those words into your life, asshole. Life turns them into a fun little game of Craps, doesn’t it?

  And when life’s at the table, the house always wins.

  He found dozens of ways to turn “a few minutes” into a solid hour. By the time he got upstairs, Rayna was tangled in the blankets, fast asleep—as he’d hoped.

  As soon as he walked over and gazed down at her, his decision for the delay was re-validated. She was as delectable as a naked little fairy, her brilliant hair fanned across the pillow and one hand curled against her neck. One breast peeked from beneath the covers, beckoning to him like a ripe berry.

  He yearned to climb in next to her. To wrap himself around her and feel that smooth porcelain skin against his again. To smell the spices in her hair mixed with the musk he’d left behind on her. To crush her close to him and not give a damn that he was stepping closer to the door of that alluring Craps game. To hope that this time, maybe life was too busy screwing over some other poor sap and he’d actually win the gamble.