She glanced at him then quickly away. “No, Sir. Maybe if I didn’t have my hearing aid in. I’m not sure I’d ever want to play without it.”
“That will never happen,” he promised her, watching the way her shoulders relaxed slightly. “But I expect you to use your safeword if any of that changes and you start to get scared.”
“I’m a little scared of that butt plug.”
He smiled. “That’s a different sort of scared. Anything I need to know about your hearing aid? Any way it could fall out?”
“Unlikely, Sir. But I still hear out of my other ear fine. It’s just when there’s background noise that I start to have problems.”
“Any times where you have to take it out?”
“When I’m in the shower or swimming. It’s also better to take it out while sleeping.”
“Thank you for being so honest with me.”
He stood up and waited until she’d settled the eye mask over her face. “Good girl.” He’d still watch her closely.
She practically vibrated with happiness. He guessed she hadn’t had much praise before. Moving behind her once more, he spanked her ass with his free hand. He still owed her some punishment. Under other circumstances, he’d be using a paddle. But tonight, was supposed to a bit of play, nothing too intense.
When her ass was bright red, he stopped and spread her ass cheeks wide. Her back hole winked at him, and heat flooded his body. He hadn’t been lying before, he really did love ass play.
He pressed the butt plug against her hole. “All right, baby. This isn’t a big plug, but it is your first so it might burn. I’m going to go slowly. If it goes beyond your tolerance level, what do you do?”
“Say my safeword, Sir.”
“Good girl. Big breath in. That’s it. Now, out slowly.”
As she let her breath out, he pushed the plug inside her. It slid in easily once it got past that tight ring of muscle. When it was seated, he patted her ass lightly, staring down at her.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful. How you doing, little subbie?”
“As good as a woman with a bit of rubber in her hot, throbbing ass can be, Sir.”
Brat.
“Well, let’s see if we can’t make that ass throb a little more, shall we?”
She groaned. “Do we have to, Sir?”
He smacked her ass. Hard. “Yes. We do. You’re not in charge here, no matter how much you might like to try and control the situation. You knew it was a serious infraction not to fill out that contract properly, didn’t you, little one?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry.”
Poor little subbie. He couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. She was going to leave with a hot ass. Sitting would be rather painful for a while.
He grabbed the remote for the vibrating plug. With it held in his left hand, he turned his right hand to the tops of her thighs. As he smacked his hand down on her, he turned on the plug. She half-stood with a gasp then dropped back down.
“Oh. Ohhhh.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet you can feel all those little nerve endings back there coming to life.”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
Her whole body shuddered. He cupped her mound. So hot and wet she was searing him. And he wanted nothing more than to pull his cock free and bury himself deep. But that wasn’t happening right now.
He switched off the plug and she let out a deep groan. “Nooo.”
“No coming for you yet, wildcat. Maybe if you’d been a good girl you’d be allowed to find your release. But you were naughty. And naughty girls don’t get orgasms.”
“Oh my God, that’s twisted.”
He had to laugh a little. “Twisted is something Dom’s do best.”
“Is it one of those classes you take?” she asked. “How to be Twisted 101.”
“You got it, babe,” he replied.
“I bet you passed with flying colors. You’re such a good student and all.”
She had no idea.
“I was top of the class,” he reassured her. “You’re in good hands.”
“That makes me feel so much better.”
He turned on the plug again and gave her several harder slaps. He didn’t want to spank her much more, though. Her legs started to tremble and her knees buckled. He grabbed her around the waist, turning the plug off. “Easy, there, sweetheart.”
Turning her, he held her against him. He slipped the mask off and threw it away. Her breathing was harsh. Her body lightly covered in sweat. He kept her tight against him, helping her come back down. He could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest. She lightly rubbed herself against him, letting out a low moan. Yep, he should stop that. She wasn’t supposed to take any pleasure that he didn’t give to her.
He drew back, giving her a stern look.
“Damn it,” she sighed. Then gave him a bright grin. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“I can.” He pointed at the chair behind her. “Now you’re going to sit down. And while you sit on that hot ass I want you to remember why you have that red bottom.”
“Yes, Sir.” She gave him big, puppy dog eyes.
Little brat.
He shook his head and just waited. She sat with a wince. “Um, Sir, haven’t you forgotten something?”
“I don’t believe so.” Oh, he knew exactly what she was talking about. And he couldn’t wait for her to figure things out.
She narrowed her gaze. “I still have a plug inside me.”
“Yes. You do.”
“You don’t intend to take it out?”
“You’re going to wear that plug for the rest of the scene and any complaints are just going to have me reaching for a bigger plug. One that doesn’t vibrate.”
“This one is fine, Sir.”
“Just fine?”
“It’s awesome. Fantastic. I want to frame it and put it on a wall. The first plug my Dom ever gave me.”
My Dom.
Fuck, he liked the sound of that.
But it wasn’t really true. Maybe for a few weeks. But not beyond that. As though realizing what she’d said, she froze. “Um . . .”
“Feet back so they are against the back legs of the chairs,” he ordered before she could think of something to say. Some way of taking that back. “Arms at your side.”
He watched the way her breathing quickened. A little scared. Not too much, though.
Perfect.
Ria couldn’t believe she’d just called him her Dom. What had she been thinking? Way to make things awkward, dude.
Argh. Idiot.
He knelt at her feet and started to tie one foot to the back leg of the chair. He moved to her other foot.
He stood, and she looked down. Both feet were tied to the back legs, which meant her thighs were wide, her pussy on display. Thank God, she’d had herself lasered down there years ago.
She glanced around. The room now how a few more people in it. The sub that had been suspended earlier was gone. Someone else was using a rig to suspend their sub, this time it was a male sub, and his Dom stood behind him with a flogger. It landed on his uncovered ass and the sub groaned. She whimpered slightly.
“All right, wildcat?” Connor asked.
She glanced up at him. “Yes, Sir.” He was now wrapping the rope around her torso. Her arms became trapped to her sides. There was a focused look on his face as he moved. As though he was involved in creating some intricate piece of art.
“You don’t like the flogger?”
Trust him to notice what she was looking at. She wasn’t sure she’d ever met someone more observant.
A sharp pain caught her, and she gasped as she realized he’d twisted her right nipple
“I want you here with me, Ria,” he told her sternly. Okay, he wasn’t happy with her. Get your brain back in the game, girl.
“Sorry, Sir. Was just thinking that you notice everything.”
“Kind of my job.”
But not everyone took it that serio
usly. And she knew he was watchful all the time.
“So flogger? Hard limit?”
“No, Sir. Not a hard limit. I’m just not sure.”
“I think you might like it. Not tonight, though. But maybe another time.”
He really was going to push her. He was now wrapping the rope around her body. She glanced down to see that there were diamond patterns down her torso.
“Gaze up,” he ordered her gruffly. “No looking unless I give permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The rope went behind her back. Then she felt it come around and under her right breast and over her left. There was pressure against her breasts as the rope tightened around them.
Oh, God. Just as she started to worry the pressure was going to become too much, he drew back and looked down at her.
“Fuck, yes.”
Her heart skipped a beat at the look of satisfaction on his face. His gaze was focused on her. Nothing else. It was a heady feeling. The idea that she was all that mattered to this man. Even if it was just for this moment. It made her feel about ten feet tall to know she was his.
God, what would it be like if this was permanent?
Yeah, she just wasn’t that lucky. She knew she didn’t deserve him. She was taking this moment and as many more as he could give her because she was selfish. But this wouldn’t be forever.
“You look sad.” He frowned. “Pain? Discomfort?”
What? Other than her hot ass and the plug filling her?
“Sitting doesn’t feel that great.”
“Yes, but we both know that wasn’t what I meant. Any other pain?”
“No, Sir. I feel . . .” She took stock for a moment. She’d give him honesty in this. She pushed against her bonds. The feeling of being so confined felt oddly freeing. “Free.”
He smiled. “Good. You tell me the minute it feels any different.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stepped closer then leaned in and kissed her. It was a hard, heavy kiss guaranteed to fuck with her senses, to make her forget there was anything else in her life but him. He was all that mattered.
He pulled back and she whimpered. He kissed along the line of her jaw then he knelt and kissed down her neck, moving closer to her breasts. He licked across the tip of her nipple. Then he placed kisses in the middle of each diamond the rope created. He reached the top of her mound.
Oh, God, he wouldn’t, would he?
Yes, he would. He licked along her slit.
“Connor, no!”
He leaned back. She sucked in a breath at the look on his face. “Did you just tell me no? And did you forget how to address me?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just that you can’t do that.”
“Did you agree to be my sub for the night?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That means that I am in charge unless you say your safeword, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said miserably.
“Are you using your safeword, sub?”
Oh, God, he was so cold. “No, Sir.”
“Then do you want to tell me why you’re trying to top from the bottom?”
Oh, shit. Is that what she’d been trying to do? She hadn’t meant to.
“I’m not topping from the bottom.”
“No? Please do feel free to instruct me as to what you were doing?” His voice had grown arctic. Shit. Shit.
“I just don’t think you should do that. It’s not . . . I’m not sure . . . I’ve never had . . . oh fuck.”
He looked up at her in shock. “You telling me that no one has ever gone down on you before?”
She glanced around. She was making a complete dick of herself. There were people observing from the other side of the room. She didn’t think they could hear her but . . .
“Hey, gaze on me.” He turned her face back so she was just looking at him. “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?”
“No, Sir.”
Satisfaction filled his face. “Good. I like being your first.”
Doms. Dear Lord. Their arrogance knew no bounds. But still . . . despite the fact she kind of liked making him happy she wasn’t certain she wanted this.
“Did you give your body to me? For tonight?” he added almost as an afterthought.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And is me using my mouth on your pussy going to cause you extreme discomfort, pain, or emotional harm?”
When he said it like that, it kind of sounded stupid.
“No, Sir.”
“Then you are going to remain quiet and let me do what I wish to do.”
It wasn’t a question. More a declaration. She sighed. What was she really protesting about? If he wanted to do it then who was she to tell him no?
“You have the prettiest pussy. So plump and moist. I’ve been dying to taste you all night and nothing is going to stop me.” He parted her lower lips and groaned. “Yep, a fucking work of art.”
He lowered his face towards her mound and took a deep sniff, shocking her. “Christ, you smell so good. What are you going to taste like? Will you be salty? Sweet? Fuck, I need to know."
He took a long lick, from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, ending with him lapping the flat of his tongue over her clit. She whimpered and clenched down around the plug. He’d been right, the feeling of something in her ass made everything more sensual. Sharper.
Fuck. Fuck.
He continued to lap at her. At first his movements were light and slow. Then he dug in deep. He explored her. There wasn’t an inch of her pussy he didn’t cover with his tongue. She’d kind of thought he might just tap her clit until she came.
But not Connor. Nope. He covered every inch of her. He used his fingers to keep her spread wide. There wasn’t a part of her hidden to him. Her whole body lit up. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples ached. Her ass was filled and yet wanting. And she needed to come so badly she came close to screaming her demand to the entire room.
Only that would likely get her the opposite effect. So she bit her lip and kept her demands to herself.
Didn’t that just suck?
His thumb circled her clit. The vibrations in her ass started up again right as he struck, pressing his tongue deep inside her. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Her whole body tightened. Being restrained had always put her in a good mindspace, allowed her to let go of those worries and fears that plagued her. And yet this was above and beyond anything she’d felt before. The pleasure surged, making her scream as his thumb pressed down hard against her clit, and she came. Her ass clenched down on the plug and his tongue continued to fuck her relentlessly as tremble after tremble rocked her bound body.
She slumped back against the chair, her body limp, shudders still rocking her body as he lightly drew away from her pussy, giving her one last, lingering kiss on her tender clit.
The vibrator in her ass turned off and she whimpered slightly.
“That’s my good girl. Such a sweet little subbie. So obedient to come so hard for your Dom.” His soft words penetrated the haze in her mind and they filled her with a pleasure deep inside—where the part of her that felt rejected and unwanted resided. It was like a soothing balm to that place she tried so hard to keep buried.
She felt some tugging and realized he was taking off her bindings. She wanted to protest. She wanted to stay there forever. Bound by him. Under his protection. Because she knew while Connor was around he wouldn’t let anything hurt her.
He could hurt you.
She didn’t want to listen to that voice. She was a negative Nelly. Always pissing on her parade. She pushed the voice to one side. Sure, he could hurt her if she allowed herself to drop her shields and let him in. But that wasn’t happening
Right. Like your shields aren’t down now.
Back off, bitch.
All right, now she was arguing with her herself. And it wasn’t pretty. A shrink would, no doubt, have a field day with her. Probably just as well she didn’t have the money to pay for
one.
A blanket was wrapped around her and she felt herself being lifted. She thought about protesting that she was too heavy then she remembered her hot ass and the rules. Damn man loved his rules, such a stickler for following them.
Would he hate her if he ever learned who she really was?
She stiffened at that thought and he leaned in, kissing the top of her head. “Easy now, baby. We’re just moving to the aftercare area, then I’ll take care of you.”
He was already taking care of her. It was more than anyone had done for her for a long time. And she wasn’t going to ruin it with her past. Or her fears.
“Thank you, Sir,” she told him. She wanted to give back to him. He hadn’t come. He’d told her there wouldn’t be any sex, but maybe she should be offering to take care of him. For now, she could give him her softer side. The submissive that lived inside her.
“For your orgasm?” There was amusement in his voice.
“For all of it,” she replied. “I haven’t felt that free in a long time. Now I feel exhausted but in a good way. As though I could actually sleep.”
“You don’t sleep?”
“Not much.”
“Why not?”
She yawned. She should probably work on building those shields back up. “Don’t like to be on my own. I feel more helpless. And I get cold.”
Her bed was uncomfortable. The air-HVAC system never worked in her apartment. Most of the time she was hot as hell, but, then, at night she got so cold. It was kind of weird.
His arms tightened around her then he sat and held her on his lap. She leaned back against his arm. She should sit up, move her weight from his legs. No doubt she was squashing him.
“You’re used to sleeping with someone?”
Not with someone. “Butch was always like an electric blanket. Snored a lot though.”
“Did he? Butch, you say? A friend?”
“My best friend.”
“How long was Butch in your bed for?”
“All his life.”
Until she’d had to leave. Poor Butch, he hadn’t understood why he couldn’t come. But she knew he’d be better off with Freddy. For all his faults, her brother would never harm Butch. And she could barely take care of herself, let alone him.
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