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Authors: Amy Valenti
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“
You think I’m gonna give you what you need here, in this dungeon?” I spoke only loud enough for her, stimulating her skin with vibrations. Alex whimpered, shifting slightly in her bonds.
“
Do you think you deserve that, after the way you walked out on me?”
Alex lowered her head in defeat.
“No, Sir. I don’t.”
I had no intention of leaving her wanting here. There was no fucking way I was passing up this chance to claim what was mine in public. But she didn
’t need to know that, not for sure. “Good girl.”
Resting the tip of the vibrating crop over the peg clamping her left nipple, I murmured,
“I’m going to enjoy this.”
Alex shuddered as I teased her with vibrations around the pegs, keeping her eyes shut. She was open to anything I wanted to give her with perfect trust, perfect need.
I silenced the whispering of the paranoid voice in the back of my mind. All it took was reliving the moment she’d walked out on me. I was more afraid of it happening again than of anything else.
Returning the crop to her thighs, I delivered several short, sharp taps to the inside of one, then the other. Alex smiled at the sting.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“
Are you quite sure I want you to enjoy this, pretty painslut?”
She opened her eyes and I attempted to stare her down, but whatever she saw in my expression made her smile even wider.
“Pretty sure, Sir.”
I had to admit, she had me there. I
’d have to try that one again when the novelty of scening with her had worn off.
Without any warning, I yanked on the bottom of the string that I
’d set in place. The displacement of the string dislodged the clothespins, which snapped away from her skin and left beautiful red, angry marks in their places.
Alex yelped, her lips parted, her eyes widening, then closing as the pain hit her. I drank in her shaky breaths, the way her hair fell into her face.
“You’re pure evil, Sir.”
“
Just be glad there wasn’t one on your clit,” I advised. “Do I need to gag you, or will you stop giving me damn commentary?”
Alex
closed her mouth obediently, laughter and lust in her eyes.
“
Good. You’re learning.”
Now I had the pins out of the way, I could use the crop harder, in more places. I turned off the vibration function for the time being and hit the upper curves of her breasts that peeked from the top of her bra, then the outsides of her thighs, then her biceps, striking where the mood took me, never hitting the
exact same place twice, until she was rosy red and her breathing had hitched. Then, setting down the crop, I rummaged for the Wartenberg pinwheel I’d seen. After a quick check that it was sterile using one of the wipes in the toy bag, I advanced on her again.
“
Wha—?” She realised at the last minute that she was under an order of silence and shut up, but from the expression on her face she knew she was in trouble. I ran the pinwheel over the tops of her breasts first, agitating the soft skin with a myriad of little pinpricks. She caught her breath in a way that made me bite back a grin, and pushed her torso out in a wordless invitation to continue.
I went harder, aiming to make her gasp, to leave indentations in her skin
—almost enough to break it, but not quite. “Stay still, pretty painslut.”
Alex
The torture device Spencer was holding left tiny pockmarks on my breast, the already warm skin now stinging gloriously. I tried not to press up against the instrument and just enjoyed it, but when he trailed it down my ribs on one side, then the other, I hissed through my teeth, trying not to wriggle. It hurt less, but kind of tickled, and my ticklish streak wasn’t something I particularly wanted my sadistic partner to know.
From the look on Spencer
’s face, he’d noticed and was taking note of it for next time, though he had other things on his mind for now. I mentally cursed and wondered if I could get feathers and tickling fingers onto my limits list somewhere…
The spiky wheel scratched-bit-tickled across my hip, across the edge of my panties, then down my outer thigh, back onto the skin he
’d treated with his crop. I gasped at the change in sensation, the pain pooling into pleasure between my thighs. I’d been wet before he’d even got to the club, just from watching all the naughty goings-on, but since Spencer had tied me to the X-frame my panties had been practically dripping.
And he
’d barely done anything compared to his last scene. Was it that I liked being watched by other people? Maybe that was part of it.
After a few minutes more with the spiked wheel, which he mercifully kept away from my
pussy, he picked up the vibrating crop and switched it back on. “You tell me when you get close, understand?”
Oh, G
od.
This was gonna be torture. I could see it in the gleam of his eyes.
He pressed the vibrating section of the toy right against my clit, and my body flooded with need, my toes curling, my muscles taut within just a few seconds. My breathing fast and light, I bucked against the crop, attempting to control the rhythm and intensity of the vibrations.
“Look at me,” Spencer commanded, and the imperative in his voice just sent me closer to the edge.
I gazed into his intense brown eyes and tried to pull myself away from the climax for long enough to whisper,
“I’m so close, Sir…”
For a couple more moments, he watched me suffering and quivering against the crop, enjoying my tormented state.
Then he switched the damn thing off and pulled it away from my clit.
“
No!”
I was pretty sure several of the other players turned to look at me, the plea had been so loud. I blushed despite myself.
“What was that, pretty girl?” Spencer inclined his head closer to mine, his eyes dancing. “I don’t think anyone heard you.”
I bit back the desire to call him a million nasty names and tried looking forlorn and helpless instead.
“Please, Sir, get me off? I want you so much…”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me into a kiss, pressing me back against the X-frame, letting me feel the hardness of his cock against my clit. I would have done anything
for the chance to come, but he didn’t even give me the opportunity to grind against him before he stepped back.
“
I’m not done with you yet.”
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the thudding of my pulse between my thighs, the way my
pussy squeezed around nothing every time he hurt me. This was what I’d been craving for weeks. Instead of willing my orgasm to crest, I resolved to enjoy his cruel denial instead.
Something tapped back and forth between my spread legs, hitting one thigh, then bouncing back to hit the other, repeating several times fast and hard. The pain
didn’t even register until a couple of seconds in, but then it hit me like a wave of syrup, hitting and clinging like a sticky residue, refusing to subside.
My shocked cries made Spencer laugh, and that was just even hotter. I stared down at the thin black rod he
’d used to hit me.
“
Acrylic cane, pretty painslut. Just thin and springy enough to do the job.” Spencer ran it backwards and forwards over the seam between my legs, my thong clinging to my skin while the cane rubbed the sensitive area in between.
“
Sir,” I whispered, begging him with my eyes and voice alike while he kept applying that delicious friction…
“
I’m not sure you deserve to come tonight.”
My breath whooshed out in a sob. I
’d die if I didn’t come soon—I was too desperate to last. I was shaking, my knees weak, my body primed.
He took the cane away a second before I would have gone over the edge.
And hit me on the inner thighs again—three agonising taps on each side.
I might have screamed. I definitely came when Spencer slipped his fingers into my panties and pressed down hard on my aching clit.
My knees gave out and I sagged in my restraints, my wrists chafed by the rope around them, Spencer’s strong arms holding me up, spasms of pleasure radiating from my pussy out to every tiny cell in my extremities. He laughed against my neck, nuzzling, kissing, then nipping hard as he plunged his fingers into me—two, then three.
“
Ah, fuck!” I called out to the ceiling, my second climax arching my back, stretching me more effectively than a session of yoga.
“
Who do you belong to?” He didn’t stop fucking me or pressing on my clit, forcing a third orgasm out of me just when I thought I was through.
“
You, Sir, you, you!”
He growled his approval into my ear.
“Damn right. You have one damn Dom, and I’m it.”
I
slumped against the St. Andrew’s cross, quivering with aftershocks as he pulled his fingers free of my satisfied pussy. “Taste,” he ordered, pressing his fingertips against my lower lip.
Obediently, I sucked his fingers clean, recovering enough to make it into a tease, looking into his eyes and flicking my tongue against his skin. His hard-on pulsed against my thigh but he didn
’t take me, to my disappointment.
Instead, he untied the ropes around my wrists and made sure I was steady on my feet before he
undid my ankles. Then he lifted me over his shoulder as if he were a fireman rescuing me from a blazing inferno, striding out of the dungeon through an entrance on the opposite side.
I vaguely wondered what would happen to the equipment he
’d used on me, but I was too busy trying to figure out which way was up to think about it for long.
The room we entered was dimly lit, atmospheric and
filled with soft furnishings—chairs and chaise longues and couches. Spencer lifted me down to the floor, then pulled me onto his lap in an armchair.
“
I got you, pretty girl.” He tucked a blanket around me. “Just relax for a while.”
I didn
’t think I could do anything
but
relax—my bones seemed to have liquefied. “Sir,” I murmured in response, enjoying his nearness, his heartbeat, his breathing. “My Sir.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Spencer
Sometimes bad stuff happens in scenes that you can’t predict. What matters is how you deal with it.
Kristin’s words returned to me. I got the sense I’d be recalling them often.
Alex
was exhausted from the orgasms I’d wrung from her, the pain I’d inflicted upon her. Having the scene in a public arena, and after such an emotional night, was probably taking its toll as well.
The submissive guy I
’d signalled brought a couple of bottles of water over and retreated again. I nodded to his departing back and reached for one of them.
Alex shifted at my change in position, looking slightly groggy.
“Hmmm?”
“
Here, pretty girl. Drink this.”
Her throat must have been parched from the gasping and moaning and pleading. She took the bottle eagerly and drank
from it so fast I was surprised she didn’t choke. “Needed that, huh?”
She nodded, resting her head back against my arm and gazing up into my face.
“You didn’t get off, Sir.”
Oh, I fucking knew that. It had been difficult to end the scene without taking her, but I wasn
’t sure I would have managed to carry her out if I had. She’d needed to rest. “Later.”
“
Not too much later, I hope?” She raised an eyebrow at me.
“
If this weren’t the aftercare room, I’d fuck you right here,” I told her quietly, mindful of other couples around the room.
“
Do we have to stay?” she asked. “I want to take care of you, Sir.”
She wanted to take care of
me
? Perfect little submissive…
I smoothed her hair back from her face, shaking my head.
“Ten minutes more here, and then we’ll see about moving.”
Alex nodded, opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. I nudged her, concerned.
“What is it?”
“
It can wait until we’re alone, Sir.”
I nodded and kissed her forehead. With a sigh, she snuggled into me.
Getting organised to go home didn’t take too long. As Jay and I had arranged beforehand, he or Owen had gone in to pick up the toys and Alex’s clothing. I made her stand in the middle of the social area in her underwear while we talked, which made her self-conscious—despite there being fully naked submissives nearby—and kept her in a submissive mindset. I only allowed her clothing because we were heading outside to my car and I didn’t want random people on the street—or the paparazzi—getting an eyeful of her pinched, striped, pockmarked body.
We’d have to come back tomorrow for her car, but there was no way she was driving home alone tonight.
She was quiet on the drive to my place, and I kept glancing across to make sure she was okay. She was always watching me, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. I had a very happy submissive right now.
She made a small, disappointed noise when I guided her up the first couple of steps, past the dungeon door. I couldn
’t help but grin. “Not right now, pretty painslut. I know you have places I haven’t marked yet, but I can take care of them just as well in the bedroom, and it’s more comfortable up there.”
Once
I’d stripped Alex off and we were laid down in bed together, she slipped her hand down my abs. “You need me to help you out here, Sir?”
I was already getting hard again, but I took her hand and held it in mine first.
“Let me decide when to give you my cock, pretty girl. I haven’t decided where I want it yet.”
Her smile widened even as she looked down
, faking a demure attitude. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
I
brushed my lips against hers, keeping hold of her hand. She moved closer, drinking in my kisses as though they were some kind of elixir.
“
I didn’t think you’d come for me,” she whispered against my lips.
I sat up, leaning over her and tucking a finger between her collar and her neck.
“I would have been tailing you the whole way to the club, but something came up.”
Did I really wan
t to go into it now? No, but it was probably important that I did.
“
What happened?” A small frown creased her brow as she searched my face for answers.
I sighed.
“Kristin. She came over here.”
Alex
’s eyes widened. “She came back here? Where was she all this time?”
“
Back in Mississippi. Her guilt finally got stronger than her fear of my disapproval, so she came back.” I shook my head. If there was anything I was pissed at Kristin for, it was for the last six months of silence while Alex had suffered.
Many women would have demanded to know if anything had
‘happened’ between me and my ex, jumping to the wrong conclusion. Alex wasn’t like that. “About fucking time. Did she tell you it wasn’t your fault?”
I nodded.
“Do you believe her?”
Again, I nodded.
“She’s moved on. Got a new Dom, and she’s playing again.”
Alex looked sympathetic.
“I’m sorry.”
I shook my head.
“I don’t care. She can do what she wants. I’m over her.”
She smiled.
“So you’re feeling better about the whole thing?”
“
Better. Still got some stuff to work out in my head, but I needed closure. She gave me that. I might still need to ease back into some things, but I’m better than I was.”
“
Good.” Alex reached up to touch my face. “So that’s why you came after me?”
“
Pretty girl, I would have come after you no matter fucking what. I knew before Kristin walked in that I wasn’t gonna let you go. I wasn’t sure what I’d do, but I’d have tried to work out some kind of compromise for you. Watching you walk away scared the shit out of me.”
“
And now?” she asked softly.
“
Now we just need to agree that if anything goes wrong during a scene, we talk about it. You don’t get to push me away. Ever. Understand me, pretty girl?”
“
I never would have, Sir. But I promise.” She smiled up at me. “Hard limit.”
Maybe I was a fool, but I believed her.
“So are you gonna finish making me yours, Sir?”
I sat up and pulled off my shirt.
“Damn right. I’ve only claimed one of your holes so far. I still have two to work on.”
Alex sat up too, and pulled her knees under her so she was kneeling on the mattress.
“Anything you want.”
“
I could get used to hearing that.” I stripped off my jeans so I didn’t have to worry so much about my cock killing me as I teased her. “Get up on all fours on the bed.”
Alex
“
This is something I’ve been meaning to fuck for a while,” he told me, pressing just firmly enough that I thought he was going to breach me, but not actually going any farther.
I pushed back against his fingers, wordlessly asking for it.
He slapped my ass hard enough to sting, then ordered me to remain where I was. I stayed there, my hair falling in my face, while he left the room. I thought he might even have gone downstairs to the dungeon, but I wasn’t quite sure.
Waiting, I swayed lightly from one side to the other, making sure my arms and legs didn
’t cramp up. My thighs pulsed with the heat of the cane’s welts, and I knew that if I touched any of the places he’d used a clothespin on me, the skin would be sore. The knowledge made me smile.
Spencer returned.
“You good, pretty girl?”
“
Yes, Sir.”
He bit one of my ass cheeks lightly, then the other, each sharp pain making me catch my breath.
“Whose ass is this?”
I grinned.
“Yours, Sir. Metaphorically speaking, I mean. If it were physically your ass, that would be—ow!”
He
’d slapped one of my welts, the most efficient place he could have hurt me at that moment.
“
Don’t make me gag you, pretty girl.”
I nodded, the smile still on my face.
Spencer rubbed lubricant-coated fingers from my clit all the way back to my asshole, gathering extra wetness from my wet pussy on the way. I resisted the need to beg for more stimulation—I was his to play with as he saw fit, and I needed to work on my patience. When he got to my tight hole he began to play, massaging it, then slipping the tips of his fingers inside, then going deeper.
I
’d done this kind of thing before, but it had been a while. I’d forgotten how invasive it could feel—and how pleasurable.
“
Good girl,” Spencer said quietly. “Now take this for me.”
Something pressed against my ass, and it definitely wasn
’t his cock, though it seemed huge. Some kind of plug? I’d never had a toy up there before, and a slight tremor of nervousness hit me as he began to insert whatever it was.
“
That’s it. Nearly there.” He pulled it almost all the way out, then pushed it back in again, deeper. Then again. I gave a soft grunt as the plug slipped into place and stayed there.
“
How’s that?”
I wriggled my ass experimentally. It wasn
’t really all that pleasurable, but it wasn’t bad either. “I’m good, Sir.”
He lay on the bed beside me, cleaning off his fingers with a wet wipe.
“Move over. I want you over me.”
W
hen had he taken off all his clothes? His cock was just inches away from my aching pussy, and if I could only… “Can I…?”
He shook his head, eyes boring into mine.
“Keep your hands on the mattress and your cunt in the air.”
I nodded reluctantly, desperate for him.
Spencer reached up and trailed his fingers through my folds, making a soft noise of satisfaction as he collected my juices. “I want to play with you for a while.”
I didn
’t know what he meant until he began to ease his fingers inside my pussy, mindful of the plug stretching my ass. It was a more intense feeling to have both holes penetrated at once, and I made some kind of animal groan as he buried two fingers the whole way inside me.
“
Sir… I want…”
He pulled them almost all the way out, moving excruciatingly slowly, then back in again, building the pace of his thrusts so gradually I thought I
’d go insane.
“
Oh, please…”
“
You’re my girl. This is mine to play with. And you don’t get to tell me how.” His voice held an edge of sternness.
I closed my eyes in acquiescence and tried not to scream with frustration. I wanted his cock, not his fingers, and he was right there! How could he be holding off this way when he hadn
’t even had one orgasm yet?
He rested the thumb of his other hand on my clit.
“Ride my fingers, pretty girl. Give yourself pleasure.”
At least I didn
’t have to hold still! With a breathy moan, I tilted my hips against his touches, driving his fingers deep, pushing against his thumb, rising up to bring him out of me—oh, God, that spot just felt so fucking amazing…
“
More,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
He added a third finger to my wet pussy, filling me even further.
I bounced on his fingers, gazing down into his face, eating up the lustful attention I saw there.
“
Please, Sir, may I come?”
I knew before he opened his mouth what the answer was.
“Not yet, pretty girl. I still haven’t claimed you. Stop moving.”
Stop moving? Did I even know how to do that, when the friction and heat my movements
generated were so delicious?
“
Stop.”
His voice was sharp and I froze, unable to disobey that tone of command.
Spencer smiled while I bit back a whimper. “Sit back on your heels between my legs. No squirming.”
I hardly remembered how to move, my body one huge
tangle of orgasmic tension desperate for release. Somehow I managed it, the warmth of Spencer’s thighs on either side of my knees almost setting me off.
“
Now put your hands behind your back, lean forward and suck my dick.”
His cock was harder than steel against my lips, and I licked it teasingly.
If my orgasm was on hold, I could at least make sure his stayed out of reach for a while.