Woman In Chains (22 page)

He marched to her. What he held in his hand scared her more than the static device itself. A long, red scarf dangled from his hand. Her stomach ached at the idea of how he would be using it.

“You have to learn to have trust for the Dom who is playing with you, not necessarily just the Dom or Domme who owns you.” He held up the scarf. “Once you’re owned, if you go to a play party, you might get played with by someone other than your own Dom or Domme. If you can’t trust the person who owns you to not put you in harm’s way, then you won’t have a good time playing with them, and you’ll upset your Dom or Domme, understand?”

She nodded, but inside, her heart sank. Trust had to be earned. Although Dak had done some pretty wonderful things for her, she still didn’t feel ready to let her guard down completely.

When he held up both ends of the scarf to wrap around her eyes, instinct took over, and she jerked her head to the side.

He lowered his hands to his sides. A five o’clock shadow covered his rugged face. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

She sniffled and wished that her strong inhalation would also stop her impending tears. “No. I’m stronger than that.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” He brought the scarf up again.

This time Rebekah tightened every muscle in her body in order to keep her head still. Dak covered her eyes and tied the knot behind her head to not make it super tight.

“Can you see anything?”

Rebekah had her eyes closed under the blindfold; however, she sensed he passed his hand in front of her face from the light breeze she felt over her nose and mouth.

“I can’t see anything, Sir.” Spreading her legs apart, she grounded herself for whatever he had in store for her.

Right by her ear, she heard him clicking on the device again. Rebekah ducked as though he had placed a jarful of killer bees next to her head. Considering what he might do to her, she kind of wished he had bees.

The buzzing sound went away. In its place, he shocked another one of her senses. Like he did before, he trailed the gadget over her arms and shoulders. This time, though, he circled it behind her head. When it touched the base of her head, a good shiver traveled up her spine and back down again to her toes.

“The unknown is not so bad, huh?” he said right at her ear.

She gasped at his proximity, but relief came when she felt his chest pressing against hers. Moments like that, she wished she could touch him.

“Unknown good,” she replied in a stilted voice.

Rebekah felt Dak pull away from her, not only his face and body, but also the tool he’d been using to extract every bit of pleasure out of her. She heard him switching it to a different setting. Without warning, he placed it on the fleshy part of her breast.

Not wanting to do so, but unable to stop herself, she screamed. If she hadn’t been secured to the cross, she would have been face down on the floor.

The electric waves gave her the opposite effect that she thought it would. Her clit throbbed. She hoped that Dak had remembered to put a drop cloth underneath her because as sure as the sun rose in the morning, this treatment excited her.

The combination of him protecting her as he took control over her body as well as this strange new BDSM scene sent her into a new level of ecstasy. He circled one nipple, coaxing it out of its home until the hardened nub pained her in a very good way.

He dragged the metal tines underneath her breast, and the electric current forced her to stand on her tiptoes. He did the same technique to her other breast, circled that nipple, then waved the wand under her breast.

Her built-up fears over breast play started dissipating the more he played with her. He slithered the gadget down her stomach to her thighs. At the tops of her thighs, he waved it back and forth, going up one hip, crossing over her stomach and going back down the other.

“I should have used the vertical bar,” she heard him mumble. “I could have played with your entire body.”

“Master Dak wants more of me?” She chewed her lower lip as she waited for his response.

What she heard surprised her. He turned off the machine and silenced the popping and buzzing sounds. She turned her head back and forth trying to catch any sounds.

She didn’t catch the sound of his hand cutting through the air to spank her ass. Even with her body in front of the cross, he’d managed to get a good spot on her cheek.

The hit caused an explosion in her eyes. With her nerves all brought to the surface of her flesh and her need rising, his controlling gesture pushed her so close to an orgasm. Rebekah had to bite her bottom lip and keep her hands gripped on the wrist bars just to keep from going with her initial instinct.

“Feel good?” He popped her other ass cheek, giving her the same response over again.

She wouldn’t be able to stop the orgasm building.

“Y-y-yes, Sir.” She swallowed. “May I please come?”

“Are you close?” His voice sounded like he had moved.

It sounded like he spoke to her from the floor, like he had dropped to his knees. She faced down before she answered, hoping to be facing him.

Rebekah nodded as an answer.

“No. You answer me verbally every time I ask you a question.”

She had been right about her suspicions. Shortly after his directive, Rebekah felt the static electrical device over her thighs. “Yes! Oh, yes.”

With the device coasting over them, she could no longer rely on her legs to support all of her weight. She gripped the bars and shifted her weight from one leg to the other, depending on where he had the device at the time.

He ran the prongs down the backs of her legs. As soon as it hit the backs of her knees she quivered, something he must have noticed.

“Put your leg on my shoulder.” He helped her by lifting her left leg and setting it directly on his bare shoulder.

He continued working on her other leg, dragging the gadget down the front of her leg and sweeping it around to the back. Had she known electrical play could be this intense, she would have begged for it from Master Blade. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have done it like Dak. Master Blade would have figured out a way he could hurt her, whereas Dak wanted to extract pleasure.

Dak pushed her limits in a different way, a loving but stern way. He still had control. He made her feel like he could see inside her, see through her. He knew her. The realization scared her more than anything. If he knew the real her, about her past, would he be this accommodating? Would he care as much? Could she be that revealing?

“Let’s get your other leg up here.”

She heard him turning off the toy. Then she felt him lifting her leg and setting it on his other shoulder. With both legs on his shoulders and her wrists bound, she left herself vulnerable.

“This looks good.”

As soon as she felt his hands reaching around her thighs and parting her nether lips, she got even wetter. Once he swiped his tongue over her clit, her body turned to jelly. When she screamed, she felt like nothing came from her mouth, like all of her energy dissipated through her body.

As though on automatic pilot, she gyrated her hips, pushing her vagina into his mouth, not that he needed help or encouragement. His skilled tongue dipped inside of her as his nose brushed against her clitoris.

She desired only to touch Dak, run her fingers through his stubbly hair, and let him know that she wanted him, God, did she want him. Master Blade had never done anything like this. He had never pleasured her with his mouth.

Dak flicked his tongue against her hardened nub. The motion boiled her blood to a level where Rebekah felt out of control.

“Master Dak, please. Please.” She couldn’t say more than that. She couldn’t muster the words to ask to come, to get that relief through her imminent orgasm.

He stopped laving her long enough to ask, “Please, what?”

Fuck, he knew how to work her body and her nerves!

“Please, Sir, may I come?”

He massaged her clit with his thumb. If he didn’t give her permission soon, she would be asking for forgiveness instead.

“Yes, Rebekah. Now!”

As soon as she heard “yes,” she let out a howl that rivaled any coyote. She continued undulating her hips as the intense climax rifled through her.

When the orgasm subsided just a little, she felt some relief, but not entirely. Her body still hummed like it needed more. The device he had used on her body had pulled out years and years of pent-up sexual frustration, and now she needed to let it all out.

He gave her one last long lick before putting her feet back on the floor.

Rebekah shook her head. “N-n-n-no.”

“Are you using your safe word?”

She heard his voice sounding closer like he now stood. “No, Sir. I-I-I can’t come down. Please.” She writhed on the pole. Even though she could have activated the panic clips, she didn’t. Frustration riddled her body more than panic. Her body craved more.

She felt him parting her thighs with both hands. He must have stood to one side of her. After getting her legs open, she felt him fisting her hair with one hand and delving his middle finger inside her with his other.

Just like with his mouth, Rebekah thrust her hips back and forth on his finger, trying to get the most out of the feeling.

Dak growled in her ear, “You’re so sexy.”

She smelled her intimate juices on his mouth. Even that excited her.

“I wish—” Before he finished his statement, he stopped.

What did he want? Did he want her to stay? Did he want to own her? Did he wish he had never captured her and brought her to his home?

“Come when you need to.” To pull out the orgasm, he slipped in a second finger.

Now with that thickness, it felt like his cock. She mewled and could barely catch her breath before a powerful climax hit her.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, just fuck me. Fuck me!”

He removed his fingers from inside of her. She heard him undo his jeans. Rebekah licked her lips waiting for him.

Before she knew it, he brought her legs around his body, and he plunged himself inside her. He pounded her, giving her exactly what her body needed. His hands cupped her ass, holding her up as he continued his assault.

“Please kiss me.” She couldn’t see him to see his reaction to this request.

He waited a beat before pressing his lips full of her juice and cum on her lips. The briny flavor didn’t bother her. She loved that they shared her essence, both savoring it at the same time.

She coiled her legs around his hips.

“Come on, baby. Do it!” He squeezed her ass.

The feeling of his shaft rubbing against her walls and his hands possessing her body, she couldn’t help but to release another toe-curling orgasm. As she wailed, he kissed the side of her neck. His chest pressed against hers. Still she needed more.

“Master Dak, I—”

He cut her off before she could make her request. As he continued holding himself inside, he undid her wrist restraints. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”

As soon as he freed one hand, she wasted no time in wrapping her arm around his shoulder and clawing his skin. He released the other hand, and she wrapped herself around him. He surprised her by not taking her to the bed. Instead, he turned around, dropped to the floor, and continued thrusting.

He stripped off her blindfold. It took her a second to adjust her eyes to the lighting. When she did, she caught the wildness in his eyes. He pushed himself deeper as she went into sensory overload.

Needing to feel that same force she’d received from the static electricity device, she rubbed her hands over his head, letting the stubble tickle her hands. Then she rubbed her face over his cheek to experience that sandpaper grit. Her legs moved up and down his hard backside. She pressed her breasts against his chest, and even that felt good.

Dak pounded into her hard and fast. He curved his hips and hit her G-spot just right again. Damn, Dak had her head spinning and her body humming.

“Yes! Yes! Thank you, Master Dak! Thank you!” Rebekah’s body tensed, and for a moment she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, and couldn’t see.

She relaxed her body on the floor, but he had other plans for her. He pulled out of her, rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her by her waist. In a strong move, he placed her chest down on her bed, with her ass facing him.

He held her waist with one hand and guided himself to her hot center with the other. Without much fanfare, he shoved himself inside. God, this sex machine planned to wear her out. To go from a man who could barely get it up, to one who seemed like he could go for hours, defined night and day.

She felt his sweat falling onto her back and ass. She had to grip her blankets in her hands when she felt that familiar stirring inside again.

“Great ass.” Punctuating his compliment, he smacked her cheek. “Beautiful body.” His hand roamed her back up to her hair.

As soon as he grabbed it again, she knew another climax would be coming. He leaned down, pressing his chest to her back, then snaked his hand under her to massage her breast. What a lover. And what a Dom.

She felt his body shaking. That telling sign prompted her body’s response. She pushed her ass back against him. He squeezed her cheek again.

“Christ!” He came, bathing her insides with his hot cum.

As soon as he came, she followed suit, wailing along with his growling. He laid his body on top of hers and brushed her hair from her face.

She raised her head to kiss him, but he backed away. He stood and pulled up his jeans. Her body felt cold until he lifted her off the floor and held her in his arms like a baby.

He headed to the cell door opening. “I want you in my bed.”

Her eyes widened, and she wriggled out of his grip. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she ran back to her bed and climbed inside.

“No.” She shook her head vigorously. “I don’t want to leave here.”

He rushed back to her. He didn’t sit on her bed. Instead he loomed over her. “Don’t you understand? I trust you enough to release you from this prison I’ve made for you. You don’t have to stay in here. You’re not a woman bound to this confined space. Come upstairs. Stay with me in my bed.”