Chapter 8
Wriggling on the spanking bench, Angel found herself feeling both claustrophobic and excited. She knew that people could see her and she was more on display than ever. But the restraints also made her feel enclosed, constrained - which was what they were supposed to do but she'd forgotten how much she hated not being able to move her legs. Still, she was determined to show Master Adam that she could do this. She hated how he looked at her like he thought she couldn't handle anything he was dishing out.
And, even if they were making her claustrophobic, she was excited by the restraints. It definitely made being naked easier since it's not like she had a choice now. Taking off her clothes had been much harder than lying on this bench, even if she was showing off all her goodies to anyone who walked behind her.
Now that she was all tied up, she really had to trust Master Adam not to actually give her more than what she wanted. Obviously he'd read her survey and she just had to believe that he would stick to that and that he would take care of her. Unless she said her safeword of course, but even that was an exercise in trust because she had to believe that he would stop. There were Dungeon Monitors, but how much could go wrong before they arrived?
Angel's livelihood came from helping women to know what a dangerous situation was and how to avoid them. She’d thought that she would feel safe, but bent over and restrained she didn’t feel so safe anymore, but instead of screaming and struggling she just wanted to moan with how hot and horny she felt.
Movement approached and Angel turned her head to see dark leather pants and dress shoes before Master Adam was crouching down beside her and studying her face.
"How are you doing, Angel?"
"Green, Sir. Very green." If she was any greener she'd already be begging him to touch her. It was shameless that he could make her so hot and wet when he hadn't even really done anything yet.
He held something up in between them. "Do you know what these are?"
It took her a moment to focus her eyes on the small silver, rubber tipped toys he was holding.
"Nipple clamps. Sir."
"Have you ever tried them before?"
Heat rose in her face and she knew she was blushing again. "I've tried them on myself before, Sir."
"Good, then no need for explanations."
Angel moaned as he cupped the breast that was hanging down on that side of the bench; she couldn't help it. His hand was warm, large, and it felt really darn good cupping her flesh. A smug little smile traveled over his lips and she couldn't even hate him for it, she just wanted him to keep touching her.
Pain flared in her nipple and her back arched. Oh fuck that felt good. The sensations burst and popped in her breast, her pussy clenching as she panted through the initial sharp bite. She was barely aware of him moving around to her other side until the hot pinch flared on that side as well.
Making a mewling sound, she rubbed her lower body against the bench as best she could. Her body knew that nipple clamps were usually followed by an orgasm. She only wore them when she was going to be playing with herself and she was feeling rough. They left her nipples sore and aching afterwards but it was always worth it.
Having someone else put them on her was so incredibly erotically different that she almost couldn't believe it. That loss of control, knowing that she'd given herself over to him, added an entirely new element that she'd never experienced before. And the fact that a man she'd fantasized about doing very similar things with, ever since her visit to Chained, was the one making her feel this way only intensified everything.
"Angel, how are you?"
"Green... oh so very green."
The deep chuckle seemed to shiver up her spine and her pussy clenched again. Yes, this was what she wanted. What she'd been missing. Her fingers spasmed and curled around the hand holds. A smacking sound erupted in her ears before she even felt the pain in her bottom.
"Green what, sub?"
"Green, Sir."
"Good girl."
That same hand smoothed over the cheek he'd just spanked and Angel moaned again.
"That feels nice, Sir," she murmured, rocking her hips again.
The hand stilled on her bottom, no longer caressing and Angel wriggled enticingly, earning herself another smack.
"Stay still."
******
The little moan of protest had his cock throbbing, especially when she immediately stilled under his hand. She seemed so open and honest in her reactions, it was becoming harder and harder for him to remember that she'd faked being a Domme only a few weeks ago. Successfully enough to fool everyone that she'd interacted with.
Gripping her cheek tighter, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh and elicited another moan as she shivered and panted. Angel liked having her ass played with. Damn.
As if he wasn't already having enough issues with how attracted he was to her.
"I'm going to plug you, Angel. And then I'm going to give you the spanking you so richly deserve."
Unlike some scenes, that last part wasn't just to help her get into the role. Both of them knew that she really did deserve a spanking. Knowing that he was going to get to work out some of the frustrations he felt was immensely satisfying.
All she did was moan again as his finger slid down the soft mound of her bottom and circled around the roseate of her anus. Sometimes it could be a little awkward touching a woman he'd just met this intimately, even if they were attracted to each other. With Angel he was having trouble keeping himself from doing even more.
Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from her before he lost even more control. She made a little mew of protest and wriggled a bit but otherwise stayed in position, so he didn't say anything as he coated a thin layer of lube on the plug he'd gotten. Since she'd done some anal play before he'd chosen a medium sized one. If she'd lied about that then she deserved the extra stretching and discomfort that would come with having to accommodate the plug.
But when he placed it against that small, pinkish-brown rosebud, all she did was moan and lift her hips as he began to slide it in. Carefully he worked it back and forth as he reached the wider part, watching her body. Everything said that she was loving every single thing that he was doing to her. It took all he had not to reach down and rub his cock as the plug slid snugly into its new home, much easier than it would have if she wasn't used to some kind of anal play.
She hadn't been lying.
In fact she'd reacted as if he'd been touching her pussy rather than her ass. The pink folds below where the plug peeked out between her cheeks was glistening with cream, sweet and hot, filling his nose with the musky scent of her arousal.
Couldn't fake that. He hoped. His rock hard erection certainly was real enough.
"How are you doing, Angel?" he asked, twirling the plug. Not that he really needed the confirmation at the moment, he just wanted to hear her say it.
"Green as an Irishman, Sir."
Since she couldn't see him, he allowed himself to smile. She wasn't exactly what he could call bratty, just snippy. Spirited. Fiery. Everything he'd ever said he wanted in a sub. His smile faded.
If she really was a submissive and not just playing head games.
Turning his attention back to the enticing curves of her bottom, he raised his hand and brought it down on one globular mound. Enough to make her cry out, but not too hard for a beginning spanking. That was all the warning he gave her before he began to pepper her bottom with short, hard smacks. Just enough to begin to pinken her cheeks, warming up her skin.
******
Angel moaned and rocked, her muscles clenching as best they could when she was in restraints, and then relaxing again, over and over as he spanked her from the very top curve of her ass down to her sit-spot. It hurt. There was no denying that.
But it hurt so good.
The growing burn licked along her senses, mingling with the throbbing tingling that was left in her breasts from the clamps. Her pussy clenched with every slap, her inner m
uscles spasming around the plug. Having her ass filled was making her so desperately needy for an orgasm, even more so than the clamps had. Angel loved having her anus stimulated, loved being filled with a plug, and now she was discovering that she loved being spanked.
This was the kind of spanking that she'd wanted when she'd asked her ex to try. He'd been far too tentative and then when she'd asked for it harder, he'd gone too rough without warming her up. She could tell that the blows were becoming harder as Master Adam continued the spanking, but she liked that it was getting harder. She needed it to be harder.
It was a crescendo, a beautiful build of pain and pleasure that had her insides convulsing and her body aching for more.
Closing her eyes, she sank into the rising bliss, giving herself over to just feeling and letting go of all of her thoughts.
******
From her whimpers and moans, Adam could tell that Angel was enjoying the spanking. He watching as the pink and red bloomed on her ass cheeks, the flesh jiggling every time he struck. Juices were literally dripping down from her pussy to her thighs and onto the bench, which she rubbed against every time her hips pressed downward.
There was no point in telling her to stop; it was an automatic response for anyone on the bench. An experienced submissive might be able to hold herself still, but he didn't want her to anyway. He was enjoying watching the movements of her body far too much.
A little voice in the back of his mind, the last of his self-control, was all that kept him from taking her right there. Her ass was a hot cherry red, the plug winking as her muscles squeezed it, and all he wanted to do was pound into her from behind and watch her reddened flesh jiggle as he fucked her hard. Maybe twist the plug and simultaneously fuck her with it.
He reached down with his fingers and slid them into the molten sheath of her pussy instead. Tight, soaking wet, and spasming around his fingers. Normally during an Introduction Scene he'd be more inclined to use a toy than his actual fingers, even if the submissive had indicated that she was amenable to it, but he wanted to touch her too badly. Needed to feel her climaxing around him, in some manner, even if it wasn’t around his dick.
The plunge of his fingers inside of her, a stroke of his thumb against her swollen clit, and he twisted the plug in a slow circle as Angel screamed out her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on him, rippling in a way that would have milked his cock if he'd had it in her.
Pleasure surged, burst, and he groaned, his free hand braced on her bottom as his fingers dug in and he fought not to completely embarrass himself by cumming in his pants. The way he was squeezing her ass only seemed to intensify her pleasure and he couldn't help but think of how damn satisfying it would be to be inside her for a moment like this.
She was perfect.
Beautiful, attractive, mouthy without being bratty, hell she'd even made him want to laugh when he was angry. Going by her survey she even had the same kink preferences he did.
If the survey was real.
Resentment welled up inside of him. He'd spent the past weeks thinking that maybe she was confused, that maybe she was a submissive and didn't know it, that maybe she was a switch. Whenever he'd thought that maybe she was really a submissive, he'd always assigned the best of intentions to her. He'd truly believed that she thought she was a Domme.
Instead it just turned out that she'd been deliberately lying. And how was he to know if she was really telling the truth now?
Pushing down his attraction, shoving away the parts of his brain that wanted to argue with him, Adam gently eased the plug from her asshole and began to undo the restraints. Angel softly murmured and then whimpered as he removed the clamps. He rubbed her breasts, ignoring the way his cock jerked as he helped the circulation return to her nipples.
He didn't want to be turned on by what he was doing. He just wanted to finish the scene as quickly as possible and get out of there.
Helping her up off of the bench, he picked up her pile of clothes and shoved them at her. "Here."
Swaying slightly on her feet, her heels wobbly, Angel just blinked at him. The clothes hung between them in his hand.
"What are you doing?"
Adam groaned. When the hell had Olivia gotten there? He spun around. "What are you doing here? I thought you were at a conference."
"It ended early. What the hell are you doing?" The Domme glared at him, moving past him to Angel's side where she wrapped her arm around the wobbly woman. He knew the moment that Olivia recognized her, but that didn't stop the outraged Domme from cuddling Angel and giving him another dirty look. "She can't just get dressed. She's completely overwhelmed. If she's not in subspace, she's damned close."
"How can you even tell for sure? She's a liar," he said flatly, something twinging in his chest as Angel didn't even react to his harsh words. "And we both know she's an actress which means she's a good liar."
Olivia glared at him, her arm still wrapped around Angel's shoulders as she shivered. The ultimate mother hen, he thought with some exasperation. Olivia was well known for treating all the unattached subs as her own, match-making as she went. Before she could retort back to him however, Jared was bounding down the steps and coming up next to her.
It was amazing how fast all of them reacted to Olivia's call, without even thinking about it.
"What's going on?" he asked, immediately sensing the tension in the air. He eyed Angel's shell-shocked expression with concern.
"Take care of her," Olivia said, pushing Angel at him. Instinctively Jared reached out, scooping her up into his arms. Something inside of Adam growled at seeing her snuggling into his chest, the expression on her face still worryingly blank. "Master Adam and I need to have a talk." The sarcastic tone of voice that she used for his honorific and name should have made him angry, but he was starting to feel like he deserved it.
A newbie Dom would be able to tell by now that Angel wasn't faking anything.
Probably.
Right?
He didn't even realize he was staring after her and Jared as the big man carried them over to the aftercare corner until Olivia grabbed his arm and forcibly turned him around. Every muscle tensed, a precursor to violence, before he remembered himself and she released his bicep, frowning.
"Geezus, you are on edge," she muttered before her glare came back into full force. "What the hell is wrong with you? You've been obsessing about this woman for weeks now, she shows up, she's obviously submissive... it's everything you were hoping for. I didn't see the full scene, but what I did see was hot as hell. What the hell happened?"
"I wasn't obsessed. And she lied." The indignation and anger welled up again. "She's known all along that she's submissive, she was just faking being a Domme at Chained. At least that's what she claims. How can I even tell? You saw last weekend what a good actress she is. She could be playing all of us."
Olivia just rolled her eyes. "For what possible purpose?"
"Does it matter?" Aggravation had him fisting his hands. He wanted to turn and look to see what was going on behind him; in fact he was pretty sure that Olivia had deliberately placed him so that he wouldn't be able to see the aftercare corner. Of course he knew that Jared wouldn't do anything inappropriate; definitely not while he was in a relationship with Marissa, and even when he wasn't he rarely played. He just liked after care and cuddling and taking care of a blissed out submissive. Hell, Adam liked that part too and it was now killing him that he'd voluntarily given it over to someone else.
Even if he hadn't been entirely sure that she really needed it.
As if she knew that his attention had wavered, Olivia stepped forward and grabbed the front of his shirt, right around the collar. Her eyes were bright silver with anger. "Look asshole. You don't like surprises and you don't like not knowing things, because you don't like being out of control. After the way your mom up and left your Dad and you and your brother without any warning, I get it. But this is not the same."
"That has nothing to do with this," he grow
led, glaring back at her. "I can handle surprises. I didn't know that Brooke was a masochist and I handled that break-up just fine." It was something that he reassured himself with on a regular basis.
"Again, not the same," Olivia insisted. "You two discovered that together. You got blindsided tonight when Angel showed up as a submissive and you found out that she'd been hiding that from you. I don't know her reasons for doing what she did, but I know that you're taking out your own issues on her. You still decided to do a scene with her tonight and you owe it to her to take care of her through the end of that - and that includes taking care of her afterwards. Especially when she put her trust in you tonight and you're not repaying that trust. You should be the one taking care of her right now, not Jared. And it shouldn't have taken me to tell you that."
It burned when she was right.
"Fine," he snapped out as she let go of his shirt. He knew that she was standing, fists planted on her hips, and watching as he headed over to the aftercare corner. Jared glared at him as he approached.
Standing in front of Jared, looking down at the soft bundle of woman in his arms, now securely wrapped in a blanket, Adam sighed and felt the anger leaking away.
"Are you okay now?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry you had to come down and do my job for me."
"No problem." Smiling almost fondly, Jared looked down at the sleepy brunette. "She's a sweetheart."
Something very like jealousy stirred in Adam's chest, making his voice gruff as he answered. "I'll take her now."
"You going to take care of her?"
He bristled. "Yes."
After a moment Jared stood, easily despite the fact that he was carrying Angel's entire weight, and passed her over to Adam. She fit nicely in his arms, and didn't even seem to be really aware that she was being passed around. Immediately after the transfer she snuggled into him just as happily as she'd been snuggled into Jared.
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