“It’s all right, wildcat. I’m not going to push you past your tolerance. In fact, tonight I’m just going to apply a little bit of pressure. I just think these beauties could use some decoration.” He leaned in and, holding her breast up, took her right nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the top of it, then suckled the berry before pulling back and putting the clamp around her nipple. He tightened it slightly, watching for signs of discomfort. It didn’t take much until her eyes flared. Very sensitive. He’d have to be careful and work her up to more pressure. He wasn’t thinking in terms of this being just one night. It wasn’t going to be enough. He moved to her other nipple, gave it the same treatment then fastened the clamp. Then he stepped back, just staring down at her. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes a little glassy with arousal.
Her beautiful breasts were adorned with the metal clasps around her nipples. Her arms were still bound behind her back.
“Perfect,” he told her. “Now, let’s go for a walk and see what my little submissive would like to experience tonight.”
He took her gently by the arm, he wasn’t going to allow her to move far away from him. And he had the feeling she might just be a wanderer. Hmm, if that was the case, he might need to think about getting a collar and lead.
He leaned into her. “Ever been into puppy play?”
She made a high-pitched squeaking noise and shook her head vehemently. He had to laugh. “Now, is that a hard limit? Or just one of those things that you’d like but can’t admit to?”
Her gaze narrowed. He tapped her nose. “Remember what I said about glaring at your Dom. You’re already up to twenty. You don’t want to double that. Plus, we still have to address your punishment for not filling out the contract properly. Now that I think about it, you could look rather cute in kitten ears, a collar and a tail. You know how the tail will be secured, don’t you?” He lightly patted her ass. “Had that ass plugged before?”
He was surprised by the slow shake of her head. “No? What was that old Dom of yours thinking? Didn’t he introduce you to anything fun?”
She shrugged.
“I guess that just means there’s more exploring for the two of us to do. I, for one, can’t wait.”
8
Nerves filled her. Along with a sense of excitement.
She’d never gotten to take control of her life, not until it had turned on its ear. And then she’d found having to make all the decisions wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. Sure, she liked having her freedom in some ways. She could go for a damn walk outside whenever she liked, without having to arrange an escort. But it also came with a whole lot of crap. Like worrying about where the money was going to come from to pay the electric bill.
Yeah, real life as an adult could really suck at times. She tried to tell herself it was better than being a princess stuck in a fortified castle. Sometimes she believed that. Other times when she was living on ramen noodles, dreaming of a time when she wouldn’t have thought twice at spending a thousand dollars on a pair of shoes, not so much.
But tonight, she didn’t have to live in the real world. She didn’t have to make decisions. She’d only slept with one guy before Martin and that had been vanilla. And awkward, to say the least. She’d overthought the entire thing and ended up having to fake her orgasm. This felt right, even if Connor was pushing her more than she would have liked. Martin had never dared demand that she walk around half-naked.
Of course, Martin hadn’t actually been into her. He’d been using her. Asshole. Dickhead. She hated him. She also hoped like hell Freddy hadn’t killed him. Because she didn’t need his death on her conscience even if she’d been an unwilling pawn in the entire thing.
“You look concerned, wildcat.” Connor placed his hand around the nape of her neck, possessively. She’d never have thought she would enjoy that but as soon as he did it, she felt grounded. Settled. “Everything okay?”
He pulled the gag out and she moved her jaw around a little. He popped it into his bag. She hoped that meant she didn’t have to wear it anymore. She didn’t exactly enjoy not being able to talk.
“I’m okay, Sir.”
“Rule number four.”
Damn it. There were a lot of rules. Why did he have to be such a stickler for rules? Nerves danced around in her stomach. What would he think of her if he found out who she truly was? What would any of them think?
They’d turn away from you in disgust. Because of who your brother is.
She loved her brother. Even after all this crap he still had her loyalty. Even if she couldn’t say the same about him.
It doesn’t matter. They will never know who you are.
“Rule number four is no lying.”
What? Oh right. No lying.
She wasn’t lying, exactly. She just couldn’t tell him everything. Even if she felt guilty as hell.
“What now, Sir?”
“Now, we go for a little walk. I have the urge to dress you.”
“Dress me, Sir?”
“You ever experienced Shibari?”
Her breath hitched. “No, Sir. I’ve seen it done, but my old Dom, he’d never done it before.”
He nodded. “It’s not for everyone, but I enjoy it. A lot of subs find it calms them. Helps them shift into subspace. Would you trust me enough to wrap you up?”
Would she? Uh, yeah.
“You won’t leave me?” She had to make sure.
He grasped her chin, lifting her face up so he could stare into her eyes. “Never. I have never, nor would I ever, leave my sub when they were bound. And I always keep EMT shears close by in case I need to get you out quickly. I’ve been practicing Shibari for years. Any hint of discomfort or fear and you say yellow or red, yeah?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded. “I want to try.”
He smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling. God, he was gorgeous when he smiled. It transformed his face. It made her go a little weak in the knees.
“Come then, little sub. Let’s get you dressed.” He tugged lightly at one of the nipple clamps and she gasped. “I’ll take these off soon. I like seeing you wearing my clamps.”
Strange thing was, she kind of liked it too.
Connor kept his hand on the nape of her neck, guiding her towards the suspension room. He watched the way she looked around her. Upon entering, they saw a couple already playing. The sub was suspended several feet in the air, her Dom had positioned her so she lay on her back, the ropes around her waist, hips, and under her arms. Her wrists were bound and her head tilted down. The Dom had his pants down around his ankles and was feeding her his cock. From the sounds she made, she was thoroughly enjoying sucking him off.
Connor stilled so they could watch. He noted the way Ria’s face flushed, her eyes growing glassy. He knew if he checked, her pussy would be glistening with dew.
Perfect. One day he’d suspend her. Although he might position her differently. He’d want her legs spread wide, her pussy on display.
He steered her over to the far corner. There were club ropes he could use but he liked to use his own. For this type of bondage, he preferred a cotton rope he’d found that had a dense braid. It would be gentle on her delicate skin and, because it was thicker, the knots were easier to undo if she started to grow uncomfortable. Of course if she panicked, he’d have his EMT shears on hand.
“Turn around,” he ordered her. She turned and he untied her shirt then placed it on one of the chairs that was next to the wall. “Take the rest of your clothes off and place them there. When you’re naked, you may kneel on that mat and wait. I’m not sure what you were taught in the past, but I would like you to sit with your butt resting on your feet. Your knees should be far apart and your arms clasped behind your back. And I want your eyes to the ground, understand?”
She nodded her head, her eyes wide.
“Words from now on, wildcat. And I can’t believe I have to say that considering I just had to gag you for talking too much.”
“Yes,
Sir. But, Sir . . .”
“Yes?”
“Do I have to be naked?”
Right. He got that she had some issues with her body. Ridiculous, as far as he was concerned. But this was about what was going on inside her head. Still, he couldn’t have her thinking he would let her hide her body. Not when he thought she was perfect. He wanted to show her off.
“Look at me, baby.”
She raised her worried gaze to his.
“Why don’t you want to be naked?”
“Well, um, I thought I explained this already.”
His gaze narrowed. She needed to learn that when he asked a question like this, he wanted an answer.
“Did something happen to you? Someone hurt you?”
Her eyes widened. “What? No, Sir. I just . . . I told you I’m not that thin. My tummy isn’t flat. My thighs aren’t as thin as they could be. I have a round ass. I’ve tried exercises and different diets, but none of them make any difference. This is just the size I am.”
“Yeah, thank God for that.”
“What?”
“You think I don’t know what you look like? You think I haven’t sat in that bar night after night and stripped you naked in my mind? Baby, if you didn’t have those curves, that butt, and those thighs, we probably wouldn’t be here right now. You are exactly the body type I like. And all I care about is that you’re healthy.” He studied her thoughtfully. “Have you been starving yourself? That why you hadn’t eaten since breakfast?”
“I hadn’t eaten since breakfast because I was so busy,” she countered. She stared up at him. “You really mean all that?”
“You’re beautiful, Ria. My dick went rock-hard the minute I saw you and has been that way every time you’ve been in my sight. Ain’t nothing about that going to change when you get the rest of those clothes off. Which you have exactly thirty seconds to do before you start earning punishment.”
He turned away, as though he didn’t expect her to do anything else. But he did feel a spark of relief when he turned back a few minutes later to find her in position. She knelt beautifully. Her back straight, her gaze lowered, her hands behind her back so her breasts were thrust out. Her legs were spread, allowing him a delightful glimpse of her pussy.
“Are you wet, wildcat?” he asked.
Her head moved slightly, but she didn’t look up. Good girl. “Yes, Sir.”
He was a little surprised by her quick reply. And her honesty. But then, that was something he admired about her. She said things like they were. There was little subterfuge. There were obviously things she didn’t feel comfortable saying. But for the most part, she was straight up. Unlike that bitch, Greta.
“Look up at me.”
He wanted her to see his face when he told her this next part.
She raised her hazel eyes to his.
“You are so beautiful. And I am so glad you agreed to play with me tonight.”
She sucked in a breath. Then she slowly smiled. Yeah, she was fucking beautiful all right.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He held out his hand. “Stand.”
She clasped her hand in his and he helped her up, steadying her against him when she faltered a little.
“Sorry, Sir. I’m a little nervous.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. You need to lean on me at any time you go right ahead.”
“You mean that?”
“I do,” he told her firmly. “Even if you decide not to sign a contract with me, I want you to know I’m here for you, Ria.”
He worried for a moment he was coming on a bit strong. But there was wonder in her face. And he certainly did mean every word.
“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that.”
He leaned in and kissed her. He ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth, stealing a taste of her before pulling back. He had to hold her steady again as she swayed.
“I like knowing I affect you so strongly that your legs go weak.”
She grinned. “So do I, Sir. Although I’d rather not fall over while I’m nekkid.”
“Nekkid?” He laughed.
Red flushed her cheeks.
“You’re cute when you blush. Going to have to make you do that more often.”
“Pretty sure it’s what I’ve been doing all night, Sir.”
“Then I’m doing my job well.”
“Oh, you’re very good, Sir.”
He cupped her breasts. “We’re going to have to remove these clamps now. And then deal with your punishment.”
Oh, God, removing the nipple clamps were going to hurt, she just knew it. As if he sensed her fear, he pulled her closer and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss. Soft. “Remain very still, wildcat.”
Fuck. Fuck.
He lifted her right breast and licked the flat of his tongue across the tip of her nipple. She gasped at how sensitive it was. He moved to her other nipple and did the same.
Holy shit.
Then he suddenly undid the left clamp, removing it. She cried out as blood rushed back into the compressed nipple. Oh fuck! That hurt. He immediately sucked on the abused nub. The pain morphed into something else. Something hot and demanding that had her making soft whimpering noises.
“That’s a good girl. I know that hurt. But I’m going to make it all better. Sh. Hush, now.”
She clamped her lips together to stop any more noises from escaping her lips. Trouble was, she knew what was coming next.
He undid the next clamp and she let out a cry. Oh, God. Oh, God. He suckled gently, running his tongue over the nipple. Her legs started to buckle, and he grabbed her around the waist, holding her steady.
“Easy now. You’re okay.” He held her against him, rubbing her back until she’d calmed. Then he drew back to look down at her. “All right now?”
All right? No, she wouldn’t say that. Horny and wanting him? Yes, definitely.
“As okay as I can be, Sir.”
He kissed her lightly. “Thank you for your honesty.” He sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to punish you now. Not that I won’t enjoy spanking that ass. But I know how uncomfortable you’re going to be sitting while I tie you up.”
“We could just forget about it,” she suggested. “No one has to know. Just a secret between you and me. I’m good at keeping secrets.”
He gave her a stern look. “No, we most certainly can’t just forget about it. What would happen if we all just let the rules slide when we felt like it.”
“We’d have a good time?”
“It would be chaos.”
Damn it.
“And besides, not only would I know, but Joe would too. You don’t think he’ll be checking to make sure I punished you for not filling in the contract properly?”
Oh, hell. She hadn’t even thought about it, to be honest.
“I wouldn’t be much of a Dom if I just let things slide.”
She let out an overly dramatic sigh. “Fine. If you have to punish me I suppose I’ll suffer through.”
She was talking a brave talk. Truth was, she was nervous as hell. Martin had never really punished her for anything. Sure, he’d tied her up and spanked her ass. But she’d liked that. She had a feeling she might not like this. Connor was such a stickler for following the rules, she’d bet anything he took punishments just as seriously.
But what could he do? Tonight was supposed to be about testing the waters. And she had her safewords. All right, she could do this.
He walked away and grabbed one of the chairs from beside the wall. It was like a dining room chair, wooden with a flat, solid bottom.
“Rest the palms of your hands on the seat. Then spread your legs nice and wide. As wide as you can get them without falling over.”
Oh, fuck. She kind of thought he’d put her over his knee to spank her. This somehow, felt a lot worse. Not only would she have to hold herself in position but anyone walking past would get a good view of her huge ass.
Fuck.
Well, she was no coward. Yeah, she had a f
ew hang-ups, but no one could ever accuse her of being that. She moved into position, resting her hands on the seat of the chair, her legs spread out. Connor placed his hand on the small of her back and she jumped. He rubbed his hand up and down.
“Easy, baby,” he soothed. “Remember, you have your safewords if it gets too much. However, this is a punishment. And it’s a serious one. You should never omit things from your contract or lie to your Dom about things that could affect any scenes you do together. Most Doms tend to be overprotective. The idea of hurting you, emotionally or physically, of hitting a trigger unintentionally would make me feel like absolute shit. I’ve been with subs who have held things back because they’ve been embarrassed or they didn’t think it mattered and that stuff always comes out. And then the Dom ends up feeling like he failed or he’s filled with guilt over causing the sub any pain or harm. So a contract isn’t there just for your protection. We have feelings too, you know. Most of the time we don’t admit it, but we do.”
Oh, fuck. Now she felt like the biggest heel in the world. The idea of him feeling guilty because she omitted something . . . crap. She couldn’t tell him everything, but there was something he needed to know. Much as she didn’t want to tell him.
“I have something to tell you, Sir.”
And she really didn’t want to do it in this position.
“Yes?” he asked cautiously.
“May I stand, Sir?”
“Yes.”
She stood and swayed a little as the blood rushed from her head. He immediately held her around the waist.
“Can’t leave you too long in that position,” he muttered to himself.
“I’m all right, Sir.” She brushed that off. She needed to get this out. Quickly. “I’m deaf, Sir.”
He stared at her in shock for a moment. “Sorry?”
“Um, okay, it’s like this.” She hadn’t really expected him to look so dumbfounded. Was this going to be a problem? Because it had been during school. Which is why she’d been taken out and tutored at home until she’d turned thirteen, when she’d begged to go back to school. By then she’d had a hearing aid that was so small no one had even known she wore one. Except for Archie. She’d made the mistake of telling that fucker. After he’d taken her virginity.
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