In His Cuffs

by Sierra Cartwright

  He adored women who embraced their softer side, but he’d never seen it so integrated in a woman he’d once suspected was a Domme. A tendril of hair had escaped its confines to tease her cheekbone. He wanted to stroke it back as he grabbed her chin and held it hostage. “She would also be frank about her expectations and what she was willing to give. She’d have to be honest with herself as well as me.” He released the ball.

  “That’s what my friend Vanessa told me. That’s why I’m here.”

  He waited, giving her time to sort it through.

  “The truth is I haven’t slept well in weeks. I think that hooking up with you will relieve some of my angst.”

  “You just caused permanent injury to my ego, Maggie.” He placed his hand over his heart in mock affront. “I was hoping you were going to flatter me, throw yourself on your knees at my feet, telling me I’m a fabulous Dom as you prettily beg for my attention.”

  She grinned. “That, too.”

  For a moment, he was silent. This was one of the rare moments of lightness between them and he appreciated it. “The last time we spoke about this, you were clear that you don’t want to feel as if I’m manipulating you. Or that you’re sleeping with the enemy.”

  She ran her thumb across a cuticle and didn’t seem to know she was doing it.

  Again he waited while she picked her words. “If we are both determined to keep our work and our private lives separate, it should work.”

  “Go on.”

  “I thought we could scene every once in a while. Get kinky. No strings. Just when it’s convenient for both of us. If it suited you, we could meet at the Den and keep it less complicated.”

  “I can understand if you need that for security.”

  “I don’t.”

  “In that case, it’s easier if we use one of our places.”

  She nodded.

  “When were you wanting to get together?”

  “I was hoping we could do it tonight,” she admitted. “So that I can sleep. I understand if—”

  “Would you like me to take you for a glass of wine first to loosen your inhibitions?”

  “I don’t need anything else from you.”

  “Any more ways you’d like to destroy my ego?”

  “You asked for honesty,” she reminded him with a charming, fake smile. “So, what do you say? You gonna spank me or not?”

  “I’ll give you a ten minute head start while I finish up a few things here. When I arrive at your place, I want you naked, lying on your back on the floor, your knees raised and held apart by your hands. Any questions?”

  “Where in the house? My bedroom?”

  “You tell me.”

  “Ah…” She shifted. “Right inside the doorway.”

  “Good answer. I’ll need your address.” He slid a piece of paper across to her.

  Maggie scooted forwards on her chair and wrote down her information.

  “I’ll be right behind you,” he reminded her.

  She looked at him. Her brown eyes were wide, unblinking, and her lips were slightly parted.

  He’d yet to touch her, but because of the things he’d said, he knew the scene was already in progress. His cock hardened as she stood and smoothed the front of her skirt, like he’d seen her do at the Den. The betrayal of her nerves was utterly feminine and enchanting.

  She paused at the door and looked back over her shoulder. He waited patiently. A few seconds passed.

  Saying nothing, she left.

  David finished his work, shut down his computer, turned off the lights and walked through the offices, giving her the allotted amount of time.

  His car was the last one in the parking lot. As he climbed behind the wheel of the German sedan, he saw the handcuffs that he had left on the console. The metal glinted in the sunlight. Before the night was out, he’d have her in them.

  He navigated out of the maze of one-way streets and merged onto the crowded interstate. Restlessness and anticipation collided. He’d be there soon enough. The more time he gave her to get ready for him, the better.

  Ever since their night together, he’d been unable to get thoughts of her out of his mind. He hoped she knew how much he, too, wanted this. It had been years since he’d had a regular playmate. He wondered if Maggie had felt the same constraints at the Den that he experienced. The pleasure that came with exploring a new woman was gratifying, but to him, getting to know a sub—figuring out her likes, catering to them, finding her limits and shattering them—was even more rewarding.

  That the sub was Maggie…

  He admired her courage in coming to him. All too well, he understood the restlessness she spoke of. Sex was the ultimate stress reliever for him, and being buried deep inside her body satisfied him in a way that jacking off never would.

  The understanding they had in place to protect their work agreement was even more freeing. And neither of them seemed interested in anything more. Sceneing together on a semi-regular basis could fit the bill nicely for both of them.

  He exited the highway on the south end of the metro area, and as he drove west, the traffic thinned out. It was a bonus that she lived in the same general direction as his house in Castle Rock.

  Her condo complex had nicely tended gardens and an inviting-looking swimming pool. As for the hot tub, the one in his backyard was much more private.

  He attached the cuffs to his belt loop and took the steps up to the second floor to find her place.

  After knocking once, he tried the knob and found it unlocked.

  He let himself in and secured the deadbolt behind him.

  As he’d instructed, she was lying on her back on the living room floor, legs spread, knees held apart. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Maggie was stunning in her nudity and compliance. His cock hardened at the sight. The weeks of waiting had been worth it.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured as he walked around her, looking at her from every angle. She’d closed the blinds and, he presumed, moved a coffee table up against a wall.

  Her space was what he’d expected—spare, sleek, modern and conservative, a reflection of her. She had few knickknacks, and the two paintings on the walls were slashes of bold, abstract colour. “I love the way your pussy is on such perfect display for me. Since you’re so well behaved, I may go a little easier on you than planned.” That was a lie. He’d give her everything she asked for, and more. “Would you like me to start by pulling your nipples until you cry out?”

  She exhaled a shaky breath.

  He crouched next to her and kept her gaze hostage as he flicked her right nipple several times until it became a hard peak. “Hmm?”

  “Yes, please, Mr Tomlinson.”

  “That’s what you like, isn’t it, sub?”

  “Oh yes. It is.”

  He stood long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket and drape it over the back of the couch. Then he rolled back his cuffs before squatting again. Since he knew she was expecting him to play with her nipples, he stunned her by smacking her gorgeous cunt.

  Maggie arched her back and cried out.

  “Do you need a gag?” He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he loosened his tie, pulled it from around his neck then wadded it and said, “Open your mouth.”

  When she did, he shoved the material between her teeth. “That’s meant to give you a bit more freedom to scream, but your hands are free. Remove it if you need to use your slow word. Eclipse, right?” He waited for her assent before continuing. “Halt will stop the action right away. Or touch me. I’ll be watching you and your reactions, regardless. I’ll try to make sure we don’t go too far, but we haven’t played together enough for me to know your exact preferences.”

  She nodded.

  Next time, he’d arrange for her to visit his house—there were no neighbours nearby, so she could be as loud as she liked. The higher the volume, the more he’d enjoy the experience. “I want you to do your best to keep your legs apart.”

  She mumbled something that sounded
like agreement.

  “Release your knees and keep your hands flat against the floor unless you need to signal me.” He stroked her heated pussy. She held herself rigid, as if bracing for his next smack. He was more calculating than to provide what she expected. He wanted to know her every reaction, but he didn’t intend to telegraph his intentions.

  He made soothing sounds while he slid his fingers on the inside of her labia. She drew a deep breath and exhaled, allowing her body to relax. She seemed to allow the floor to take more of her weight, and her body’s response coated his fingers with moisture. “That’s it.” He continued until he knew she was almost orgasmic, then he smacked her again, hard, three times in rapid succession.

  Panting, she looked up at him.

  To her credit, she stayed in position. “Do you like that, Maggie?”

  She nodded.

  “Perfect.” It was a treat to be with a woman whose desires matched his. “I want you to orgasm from this.”

  She tightened her buttocks but didn’t protest or use a safe signal.

  He cupped his hand and slapped her damp pussy several times. She thrashed her head back and forth.

  He paused.

  When her breathing fell into a more regular pattern, he licked two of his fingers then stroked her again.

  She moaned.

  “That’s it,” he soothed. “Give me your responses.” David tormented her until she dug her heels into the floor and lifted her hips. He responded by slapping her several more times.

  Behind the makeshift gag, she screamed.

  He watched her carefully to ensure his repeated blows weren’t more torturous than enjoyable.

  Deliberately he alternated the teasing and the pain.

  She held nothing back, arching to meet his hand.

  He smacked her swollen pussy hard.

  She took a shuddering breath and lowered her buttocks to the floor. He caressed her, sliding a finger into her pussy.

  Then she lifted her pelvis again, signalling her need to continue. “Brave sub,” he said, resuming his smacks.

  Her pussy became redder.

  “Beautiful sight,” he told her. “I’m imagining it will still look like this when you’re getting ready for work tomorrow. Skip the panties,” he said.

  She met his gaze. Her eyes were wide.

  He wouldn’t know if she’d taken his suggestion. But the idea of her labia being plump and tender would distract him all day.

  With alternate tenderness and roughness, he brought her to the brink of a climax. “Show me you want it.”

  She rubbed herself against his hand, arching, seeking.

  He made sounds, encouraging her. He met her next thrust, plunging two fingers inside her to find her G-spot and push against it.

  David watched her dig her heels into the carpet and saw her legs quiver. He felt her convulse as an orgasm claimed her.

  “Ride it,” he encouraged.

  She moved her hips and groaned.

  David grinned, glad she’d come to him. This beat the hell out of a cold beer and booting up his work computer.

  When she settled again, he stood and looked at her. Her skin was covered with a fine sheen of dampness.

  Her curvy body lay open for him. She had given him the power to both give and withhold pain and pleasure as he saw fit.

  It was intoxicating what she’d done to him. Anxious to continue, he asked, “Where are your nipple clamps?”

  She inclined her head to indicate a different room.

  “Show me.” He stood and leant down to offer her a hand. As she slid her palm against his, he was struck by how small she was next to him. It was easy to forget. Her presence demanded respect.

  In her bare feet, she didn’t reach his chin. She had to tip her head back to look at him. The reminder of her trust and submissiveness humbled him and made him even more determined to please her.

  The musk of her arousal smelt sharp on the summer air. It was a good thing he was still dressed, otherwise he would have pinned her to the floor and fucked her hard. “Hands behind you.”

  Her gaze was riveted to him as she watched him detach the formidable-looking metal from his belt loop.

  “I’ve kept them in the car for you.” He moved around to secure them at the small of her back. He checked the position of her shoulders. “Comfortable enough?”

  After she nodded, he ratcheted the cuffs one notch tighter. “Turn your thumbs down if you need to signal me. I will be watching you.” The sight of the unyielding metal against her creamy skin appealed to him on every carnal level. “You were meant for these, Maggie.”

  The tie kept her from responding. That was probably a good thing for both of them. Absently he wondered if he could gag her at the office. It would make his life much more pleasant. But, he had to admit, less productive, as well. He’d spent a lot of days fantasising about filling her mouth with other things. “After you,” he said.

  She hesitated, so he pinched her right buttock, urging her forwards. He followed a couple of steps behind, admiring the way her body swayed seductively as she walked. Her gait was much more feminine than it was at work, as if being naked, cuffed and gagged changed not only her frame of mind but also how she moved her body.

  This woman was a natural submissive.

  And for now, his submissive.

  Inside the bedroom, she stopped.

  He appreciated that the room was large and uncluttered. There was an en-suite bathroom, and he took a moment to close the blinds and turn on the overhead fan.

  She led him towards a small dresser in the closet.

  All of her items were well organised. Work clothing was on the far left, grouped by colour. Next she had casual clothing. Then the sexy stuff. He tried not to be distracted by the short skirts, skimpy V-necked blouses and… Jesus. A corset.

  He reminded himself to focus. There’d be plenty of time to see her in that garment. He looked forward to cinching her into it.

  The first drawer he opened contained her lingerie. He picked up a lacy shelf bra and held it as he looked over his shoulder at her. “Is this what you wear to work?”

  She nodded.

  “And this?” he asked, scooping up a garter belt.

  Even with the tie in her mouth, she managed a grin.

  “Every day?” When she nodded, he slammed the drawer closed, knowing he’d never again concentrate at the office. His fingers would be itching to trace the seductive straps that attached to her silky hose. Now that he’d discovered this secret, keeping their work and private lives separate was going to be far more difficult than he’d imagined, especially once he factored in her reddened pussy and soon-to-be tormented buttocks. “I’m going to buy you some granny panties,” he said. “And all-day support bras. There’s nothing wrong with cotton.”

  She drew her eyebrows together.

  “Maybe a chastity belt.”

  He found her toys in the next drawer down. As he now expected, everything was in perfect order. She had an organiser to separate each item. Clamps were in one place. Two floggers were laid length-wise across the back. Beneath them was a paddle with holes in it. She also had a hairbrush and a tawse stamped with an eagle. “A Master Marcus creation, if I’m not mistaken?”

  Her response was muffled.

  “You do like your spankings,” he said.

  She also had a selection of butt plugs, vibrators and dildos. “Good God, woman.” Her treasure trove rivalled his. It would take days to explore how she liked each used. “We’re spending the weekend together.” He didn’t ask if she had plans. If she did, she’d be rescheduling them.

  David tested a set of clamps on his smallest finger. “Too lightweight,” he surmised, glancing at her.

  Her nod confirmed his guess.

  The second set was a bit more intense. “You have them laid out by pressure?”

  She glanced away as if embarrassed.

  “Smart,” he said. “Makes it easier to find exactly what you want. Do you want the h
ardest ones?”

  She wrinkled her nose.

  As much as he liked having her gagged, they needed to be able to communicate. He removed the tie from her mouth, but he laid it on her shoulder for easy access.

  She licked her lips and he was gripped by the image of that tongue pressed against his dick.

  With determination, he focused on her.

  “I almost never play with the hardest ones,” she told him. “I have to work up to them or be really deep into a scene.”

  “Understood.” He selected those and the pair next to them. “These?”

  “My favourites,” she said.

  He tried the pressure. To him, the bite felt vicious. Then he recalled he’d added weights when he’d clamped her at the Den. “Do you need anything before we continue? A drink of water? To stretch your muscles?”

  She waited a moment. He expected her to ask for another orgasm or to get on with the spanking, but her silence made it clear she was going to let him set the pace.

  “No, Mr Tomlinson. I’m fine. Thank you.”

  He didn’t wait any longer. He picked up the tie and guided her back into the middle of the bedroom.

  After depositing the clamps and tie on the nightstand, he captured her right breast and held it while he teased her nipple with his tongue. When it started to lengthen and thicken, he sucked on it.

  Maggie moaned and leaned in towards him. Again he was struck by the lack of inhibition in her reactions. Here, she didn’t try to hide anything from him. Her little sounds drove him on.

  He moved to her left breast and coaxed the same response from her body before pulling back to look at her pretty pink nipples. He adored the way both stood so erect, waiting for his further attention. David pulled on each in turn, elongating them and holding them distended while he placed the clamps.

  For a moment, she kept her eyes closed, but when she opened them, she looked at him and said, “Thank you.”

  Her words sounded heartfelt.

  She seemed like a puzzle, each piece unique and complex. To him, she was no longer a woman who worked with him, alternately helpful and confounding, or a sub he enjoyed playing with. She was much more complicated.