by Lola Rivera
“Small sips,” he urged as he held the bottle to my lips. My hands were still trembling from all that adrenaline so I happily perched on his lap while he gave me juice and then wiped away the slick wetness clinging to my inner thighs.
He pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear. "Ready to go on?"
I knew what was coming. He was going to spank me and probably take off the nipple clamps. Still, I nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." He stood and carefully set me on my feet. He watched me for a few seconds, as if concerned I would faint, and then instructed me to climb onto the chest.
Down on all fours atop the wooden chest, I finally spotted the hooks and rings hidden along the sides and back of the piece of furniture. Gage used a small chain from his collection of kinky implements to hook my handcuffs to the ring along the top edge of the chest. My ankles were quickly secured to the sides with leather cuffs and rings.
I wiggled but found there wasn't much movement left. With my ass in the air and my head down, I was totally at his mercy. Gage reached under me and pulled off my nipple clamps. "Ow!"
The bastard chuckled, and I glared at him. My poor abused nipples pulsed and ached as he twisted and tweaked them. He kissed me roughly and hard, his tongue darting between my lips and swiping the roof of my mouth. He sucked on the tip of my tongue and nibbled my lower lip. "Remember your safe word, Meg."
"Yes, Sir." I recognized his gentle warning. He was going to push me this time. Maybe too far…
He kissed me again. The tenderness of his kiss washed away my doubts. I trusted Gage implicitly. Was he going to hurt me? Yep. Was he going to harm me? No. Never.
Gage rose and walked around behind me. I couldn't see him and didn’t dare glance over my shoulder. I didn't want to see it coming. Anticipation knotted in my belly. I held my breath as I waited for that first whack.
"Oof!" I exhaled roughly as his palm cracked my butt. It smacked me twice on that side and then hopped to the other. He wasted no time warming up my backside with his big hand. "No! Oh! Ow!"
"Such a bad, bad girl," Gage murmured as he beat my ass. "Coming without her master's permission."
"Yes, Sir," I sobbed. My ass was on fire. He spanked me harder now and even faster. I lost count of the blows around twenty-five. Still, they kept falling. His hand bounced off my butt cheeks until they were hot and prickling.
I sucked in a shuddery breath as he stopped spanking me but the relief was short-lived. Something scratchy and cold rasped my sensitive ass. A hairbrush, I realized. It had natural bristles that scraped against my skin. "No! Sir, please!"
"What's wrong, Meg?” The brush swept across my blazing hot ass. "You don’t like this?"
"No!" I really, really didn’t, but I didn’t dislike it enough to use our safe word. Some part of me wanted to know what was coming next. I wanted to know what he liked and what he wanted. I wanted to know how much I could take.
"Well, maybe you'll like this better."
That split-second of warning was all I had before the leather tongues of the flogger descended on my bottom. I squealed in shock. The leather strips smacked my poor butt over and over again. Gage found a relentless rhythm that left me shaking.
"You don't like the flogger either? Then let's give this a try."
I gasped at the sight of the cane in the right side of my vision. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to scream when I felt the first playful tap against the sole of my left foot. Oh, God. Not my foot. Not my foot!
"Canes are interesting," Gage said as he tapped the cane along my arch and then shifted it to the right foot. The cold wood jumped lightly along my skin and traveled up my thighs. "It's not really the impact that hurts. It's the rush of blood back to those marked areas that really hurts."
"Oh, please, Sir." I twisted in my bonds but couldn't escape. "Not the cane, Sir. Not the cane."
"But you didn't like the flogger and you didn't like the brush. I suppose I could spank you again but that's so boring." The tip of the cane traveled between my butt cheeks. I clenched as it slid between my pussy lips. He wouldn’t dare, right?
I screamed as the cane snapped my butt. I had heard the whoosh of air before it whacked the fleshiest part of my ass. And—oh, fuck—it hurt so badly! I wiggled and squealed and tried to get free. "Please, Sir. No more. No more."
"Well, that was only swat, Meg. I think you need at least two to know if it's something you enjoy or not."
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Owww!" The cane kissed my ass again, the hard snap so bright and painful I started to sob. "Please, Sir. Blue. Blue."
My safe word spoken, Gage dropped the cane. His big, warm hand settled on my lower back as he crouched down beside me. He nuzzled my cheek. "Are you all right?"
I sniffled and nodded. "Yes. It was just—"
"Intense?" he guessed.
"Yes."
"Do you want to stop playing? It's fine if you do." He kissed my cheek and caressed my neck. His thumbs wiped away the tears running down my face. "Don't worry. The cane isn't coming out again tonight. I think your sweet little ass had enough."
Assured that we were finished with that experiment, I nodded. "I want to play." My gaze shifted to the swing. Certain I was about to break his rule about topping from the bottom, I said, "I want to try that."
He laughed softly. “What did I tell you about topping from the bottom?” He smiled and kissed my temple. "It’s a good thing you’ve got me wrapped around that little finger of yours. I’m not even going to punish you for that."
I relaxed as Gage stood and moved behind me. I expected him to uncuff me but instead he started to kiss my bruised bottom. He was careful with the placement of his hands, keeping them on my thighs or my waist, but his mouth skimmed the stripes the cane had left behind.
When his tongue dipped into my pussy, I sighed and fell forward against the chest. All the tension left my muscles. He lapped at me and swirled his tongue over my clit. He sucked that pink bud between his lips and fluttered his tongue over it. I trembled inside as he started to get me really hot with that talented tongue of his.
"We're going to try something new, Meg. I think you'll like it."
I had an idea of what he hand in mind. I had seen the small butt plug and the lube on the bed. We had discussed training my ass. Apparently tonight was the night we were getting started on that project.
Gage spurted a dollop of lube on my anus. I shivered at the cold touch of the gel. He smeared it around my pucker and gently worked a finger inside me. The thumb of his other hand strummed my clit, keeping me aroused and teaching me that anal play could feel good—really good.
After spearing me with two fingers for a while, he picked up the small plug and pressed it against my virgin hole. I tensed instinctively but he patted my thigh. "Relax, sugar. Let me in your ass."
I blew out a noisy breath and willed my body to accept the invading toy. The tapered end entered me. Very slowly, Gage pushed it forward. His thumb continued to rub my clit as the widest part of the plug slid inside me. Fully seated in my ass, the plug stretched me. I wiggled and wasn't sure I liked it very much.
Gage caressed my lower back. “How does it feel?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that. Choosing honesty, I said, "Weird, Sir."
"But not painful?"
I shook my head. "No, Sir. Just weird."
He patted my hip. "Let me know if it's uncomfortable or starts to hurt."
"Yes, Sir."
Gage walked around to the front of the chest and unzipped his jeans. He freed his cock and stroked the impressive length. "Suck me, Meg. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your wet cunt."
Hearing him speak so roughly sent a shiver of something erotic and dark right through me. "Yes, Sir."
Down on all fours and bound to the chest, I experienced the thrill of submission. I wrapped my lips around his cock and lavished him with oral attention. My tongue fluttered over the head of his dick and then painted his stiff length with my saliva. He shifted a litt
le so I could swipe my tongue across his balls. I sucked them gently, just the way he liked.
He moaned softly and pumped his hips when I started to bob on his cock. I had to stretch to take him deeper. The awkwardness of being restrained left me less than graceful. He stepped closer, easing the strain on my neck.
With his cock buried in my mouth, I smiled up at him, silently thanking him. He stroked my cheek and thrust his cock even deeper in my throat. Even as I experienced that shudder of panic, I couldn't help but be amused. Gage showed me such tenderness one second and then gave me nothing but roughness a moment later.
Gage fucked my mouth hard enough to make my cuffs rattle. Every jolt caused by his dick sliding deep in my throat made my clit pulse. White-hot flames sparked in my belly. I started to get really excited. Moaning, I sucked his cock with enthusiasm.
When Gage pulled free from my mouth, his cock throbbed in time with his pulse. I licked my lips and waited to see what he would do. Gage made quick work of uncuffing my wrists and ankles. He picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder like a Neanderthal and carried me to the swing.
My belly flip-flopped when he tossed me into the strange leather contraption. I hissed as my red-hot ass touched the cold, padded seat. The quick movement made the swing sway. I gripped the closest straps and held on for dear life.
"Easy, baby," Gage said and laughed. He picked up the big wand vibrator and switched its cord to the closest plug. "This swing will hold three hundred plus pounds. I promise you. Your skinny little ass is safe."
I glared at him. "Thanks for the reassurance, Sir."
He snorted and tweaked my nipple. "Behave, Meg, or I might decide not to give you that reward."
Duly chastised, I nodded. "Yes, Sir."
He helped me slide my arms and legs into place. The leather and chain contraption had stirrups for my feet and places for my hands to grip. He made a quick adjustment on the legs, shortening the length of chain so my feet rested comfortably. I couldn't help but wonder what taller woman had been in this swing before me.
It really bummed me out to think of Gage with some other woman, someone more sophisticated, mature, confident and educated in her sexuality. Someone who could give him things I couldn't or didn’t even know I should offer.
"What's wrong, sugar?" Gage tilted my chin. His concerned expression made me feel a little guilty. "You seem to have gone somewhere else."
Not wanting to admit how twisted I was thinking about him with other women, I shrugged. "It's nothing, Sir. I'm fine."
He narrowed his gaze. "What was one of the first lessons I taught you, Meg? We always tell the truth in here. It's the only way this arrangement works. It's the only way we can play and keep it safe and consensual."
I dropped my gaze, suddenly embarrassed to admit how insecure I felt. "When you adjusted the swing, I started to wonder about the woman who sat in it before me."
"Hell," Gage swore. "Meg, I'm with you now. That's all that matters. We both have histories. Mine's just a little longer and more involved than yours."
He had a point. He didn’t go around interrogating me about all the guys I had dated in high school or back at SMU. He didn’t care because I had chosen to be with him now. "All right."
"And, Meg?" He tipped my chin and forced me to meet his adoring gaze. "Your backside is the only one that's ever touched this leather. I had to adjust it because it's never been used."
"But this room—"
"Was designed for my pleasure, yes." He inhaled slowly and shrugged. "I just hadn't found the right woman to bring back here to explore it with me. I preferred to keep things in the clubs or private parties. It was less complicated that way. You know how I like to keep things simple. If I had sex, even just plain vanilla sex, it was always at my date's house. I didn't bring women back here."
I reeled at his confession. I glanced at the bed where he had taken my virginity and shown me such exquisite pleasure. "Only me?"
He smiled and caressed my neck. Lowering his head, he touched his lips to mine. "Only you, Meg."
Our lips met in a shockingly sweet kiss. Considering how trussed up I was in the leather swing, it was a rather odd juxtaposition of kink and innocence. Of course, Gage quickly took control again and all that sweetness and innocence fled. His punishing kisses left me breathless and shaky. His rough palms roamed my naked skin. The dull ache of my bruised ass was forgotten as his hands stoked the flames of my lust.
When his cock nudged my opening and finally entered me, I gasped with surprise. The plug firmly seated in my ass made it an even tighter fit than usual. He soothingly patted my inner thigh. "You okay?"
I wiggled my hips. "Yes, Sir."
"Feeling a bit stretched?" he guessed.
"Uh-huh. Sir," I quickly added to avoid another punishment.
His lips twitched with amusement at my quick recovery. He pushed his cock deep inside me and lifted the vibrator to my clit. When he flicked it on, I groaned and tightly gripped the leather straps. "You were such a good girl tonight, Meg. I want you to come as many times as you'd like. You come until you pass out, sugar."
I dropped my head back against the leather webbing and hoped to hell he was joking about the passing out thing. I figured that would be the most embarrassing way to end up in the emergency room. I could just imagine telling the triage nurse my tale of almost-death by orgasm.
Soon enough, I realized he was being serious. My exclamations of pure bliss ricocheted off the ceiling and walls. That vibrator blasted my clit with such strong tremors. It was futile to fight the building sensations. Gage was in control again. All I could do was surrender and feel and enjoy.
So I did.
Gage fucked me like some wild beast. His big shaft impaled me again and again, each stroke more deliciously perfect than the last. The vibrator drove me crazy. I came with a strangled groan, my pussy clenching his dick and my slick cum coating his cock.
The swing jangled noisily as it swayed back and forth. Because he didn’t have to support his weight or mine, Gage could take me as fast and deep as he liked. When my first orgasm started to dip, he started taking me with long, slow thrusts. He moved the vibrator side to side over my swollen clit and coaxed another orgasm out of me.
And then another and another and another until I lost track. I became a shaking, pulsing ball of absolute bliss. I sobbed and clutched at him as he fucked me senseless. I couldn’t tell where one climax ended and the next began. It was simply wave after undulating wave of pure pleasure.
Gage thrust so deep I was nearly jolted out of the swing. His cock jerked inside me and flooded my pussy with his searing cum. I held tight to his thick, corded arms and welcomed the weight of him when he fell forward against me. I cradled his head against my shoulder and kissed his cheek. We both huffed and panted and slowly regained our ability to breathe normally.
It was Gage who laughed first, the sound so rich and throaty it infected me. I giggled madly as the wildness of our mating overwhelmed me.
"Oh, Gage," I said, still breathless. "That was amazing."
"I can't feel my toes, Meg." He laughed even harder and kissed my breast. "I don’t think I've ever come that hard."
I ran my hand over his shaved head and kissed him. "Well—there's always next time."
He chuckled against my breath. "Woman, if the sex keeps getting better, you're going to kill me."
"It's a good way to go, right?"
"Can't think of a better one." He flicked off the vibrator and placed it on the closest shelf of the entertainment center. "What do you say we shower and head downstairs for a bite to eat?"
"Works for me."
Gage carefully lifted me out of the swing and set me on my feet. I swayed against him. He slid an arm around my waist to steady me. "You okay?"
I leaned my cheek against his chest and grinned happily. "Never been better."
Chapter Eight
"Will you quit squirming?"
I glared at Gage from the front passenger seat o
f his SUV. "I can't! This thing you shoved in my bottom is driving me crazy."
Gage glanced at me as we barreled down the highway. "If you had finished packing last night, you wouldn't be wearing that plug right now, would you?"
I frowned and crossed my arms. "No," I admitted grudgingly.
"I told you the consequences before I left for work yesterday. You broke the rules. I punished you. End of story."
“Whatever,” I grumbled and looked out the window.
So.
Okay.
Yes.
He was right.
Yes, he had warned me about screwing around and not getting my overnight bag packed for our trip home for Thanksgiving. And, okay, sure I did choose to go out with my friends for dinner and drinks and sort of forgot to pack until this morning—when I woke up half an hour late and hungover.
Still…making me wear this stupid plug in my ass was just too mean. It was obscene. It was embarrassing. It was exactly the kind of thing I expected from the big, mean Dom version of Gage.
"Quit pouting."
I turned toward him and grinned as big and bright as I could manage. "Is this better, Sir?"
"Keep pushing me, Meg. There are plenty of rest areas between here and home where I can pull over and turn that fine little ass of yours cherry red."
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me.” After warning me not to keep pushing, he yawned and rubbed the back of his neck. Suddenly, I felt like a jackass. While I had been out having fun with my friends, he had been on a crazy, dangerous SWAT call with a lunatic monster who had barricaded himself in his house with two toddlers. The guy had threatened to kill the two kids. Like held knives to their necks and gun against their heads while screaming at the police through a window. The whole awful thing had played out on live television. There were grainy cell phone videos all over social media too.
Thankfully, Gage’s team had managed to talk the guy down and get those kids to safety. Gage hadn’t been forced to take one life to save two of them. He had been able to come home to me without the added guilt and remorse that came from doing his duty.