TogetherinCyn

by Jennifer Kacey

  “You have to control your speed. If it’s too slow, the strike won’t connect. Too fast and you’ll tear skin.” He brought it down so the leather snapped at the end and a biting sound crackled through the room.

  My head whipped to the other side of the stage but no one was there.

  If some woman had been tied up there, I don’t know what I would have done. I was so worked up I hadn’t considered the possibility of him having a partner.

  “I wouldn’t have let you come in here alone if he was disciplining someone.” Jared moved to me and spoke low enough that I was the only one who heard. He held me close and I soaked up his support.

  “You have to learn your equipment. Master it alone before you decide to try it on someone else. No Dom can practice enough. I suggest…”

  “At your service.”

  I peeked behind us. Nick stared at me. Jared must have told him our plan. I hated needing his help.

  Chris sent the whip flying again. I jumped and tried in vain to calm my breathing.

  Jared cupped my cheek and gazed at me. “You’re sure?”

  No. “Yes.”

  He kissed my lips. His indecision was palpable.

  “I’ve got her, J.” The reassurance from Nick was apparently enough. Jared tipped his head, gave me one last squeeze and walked out.

  When my “keeper” moved closer, I crossed my arms and faced the stage again. “I don’t need a damn babysitter and I definitely don’t want you here.”

  “Too bad. My boss, your Dom, told me to stick to you like glue. He didn’t tell me the whys of it, especially since Chris is here. But I didn’t ask questions, I just did what I needed to. You should try it sometime.”

  One mad Dom was all I could handle tonight so I didn’t defy Jared’s wishes. I clenched my teeth—and, amazingly, held my tongue.

  Chris opened the floor to questions and the next words he spoke provided the perfect opening. “You shouldn’t let anyone punish your sub for you unless it is part of the punishment itself. This is one of your main responsibilities as a Dominant.”

  “Really?” A hush fell at my snide tone. Chris jerked his head in my general direction. Now or never. “So you preach it but you don’t live it. Hmm…”

  He recognized my voice and the true Dom inside him rose to the surface.

  “Well, now you’ve gone and done it, blondie,” Nick whispered in my ear.

  I turned my back on Chris to confront Nick. Not the smartest move but I was nervous and Nick crawled under my skin like a rash. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.” I wanted to knock the self-satisfaction off his pie-hole. He was trying to get a rise out of me. I clenched my fists, trying not to take a swing.

  His focus flicked over my shoulder. He was stone-cold sober when he looked at me again. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

  I heard people scrambling out of the way close to the stage and knew Chris was coming for me. Adrenaline shot into my system, making me shake. “Hope so.”

  Something behind Nick’s eyes changed and he spoke fast. “Chris is one of the best Doms I’ve seen. They talk about you all the time. ‘Perfect Cyn’ everything. Smart, sexy, loyal. There’s always a catch. It’s why I’ve been so skeptical. They put you on a pedestal and I don’t want to witness you break. You’re taking a huge risk setting free whatever’s been eating him.”

  “No bigger risk than loving him. He’s worth it. They both are.” I peered at Nick and for the first time saw an ally. He’d been trying to protect my men. I couldn’t fault him for that.

  Chris stomped closer until he halted mere inches away from my naked heels. “Turn. Around.”

  I obeyed. The instructor was gone. In his place stood the Dom I’d only ever glimpsed. “Master.” I could barely push air past my vocal cords to form the word.

  His nostrils flared, his jaw flexed. “Where’s Jared?”

  Nick said, “Had to help out another Dom. Said he’d be a few.”

  Whispers rippled all around us but I never glanced away. Barely even blinked.

  This decision would make or break our future. I finally understood why we had to have an audience and why Jared had to be absent.

  Chris was a Dom at his core. He knew he had to punish me or he’d lose the respect of everyone there. Making me leave or getting Jared wasn’t a viable option.

  “Don’t play games with me, little girl.” Menace filled his voice. He grabbed the neckline of my shirt, ripping the jersey all the way to the bottom, exposing my sensitive breasts. He shoved the scraps off my shoulders and Nick peeled them the rest of the way off. “To the stage. You want the world to see what a monster I am? I’m more than willing to show them.”

  I stepped around him and deliberately stalked toward the stage. Not two steps away, he grabbed the nape of my neck. He marched me past Doms and subs alike to the front of the space. The stage was higher than I’d originally thought. My head didn’t even reach the bottom of it.

  After I stumbled several times on the way up, he practically picked me up and carried me to the center. I tottered but didn’t fall when he let go and paced a few steps away. He breathed as though he’d run a marathon. His fists opened and closed at his sides.

  The lighting of the stage was so bright I couldn’t see but a foot or so off it. It made it feel as if we were alone and in truth that’s how I wanted it. This was between me and Chris.

  As he bore down on me, I shifted my legs together. My panties were drenched. I was scared, yes, but I was wetter than I’d ever been before. All because it was Chris standing in front of me.

  “Safeword?” He vibrated with tension and I knew he was making me pick one for both of us.

  It took me no time at all because I already knew the word to use. “Judge.”

  He raised his hand and I prepared myself for the slap I thought was coming but he grabbed my upper arm, twisted me around, forced me over to the stairs. I was about to protest and apologize for pushing him too far but he shoved me to my hands and knees.

  The stage wasn’t a smooth surface. That close, I could see a network of lines running all over it. Some straight, others curved, all sizes.

  Chris shoved a U-shaped ottoman under my stomach and fastened it into some of the grooves in the floor. The padded bench was narrow enough that my breasts hung on either side of it, and the top of my mound rested against the short side. He bound me to the padded rest using some kind of twisted rope.

  He took his time, dragging his knuckles across my ribs, tying the rope around me. My head drooped lower and lower on every pass, along with my eyelids.

  A circular piece of the stage the size of a large kitchen table elevated me a few feet off the floor.

  Holy shit… I tried to stay calm. There was enough room for someone to stand behind me or kneel in front of me. I looked up in search of Jared though I knew he wouldn’t be there yet.

  I caught sight of Nick at a set of controls next to the stage. He was the one manipulating it. Scott and Kyle, the men who’d restrained me in The Library, stood off to his right flanking a petite blonde woman. Fierce expressions twisted their features, telling me I was right to worry.

  They seemed ready to come to my rescue and I prayed I wouldn’t need it.

  “Knees and ankles,” Chris barked, roughly shifting my lower legs.

  Bands came out of the table and locked tightly around my ankles and above the meaty parts of my calves. I peeked behind me, transfixed.

  I shifted my knees, which earned me a slap to the back of one of my thighs. My pussy clenched.

  “Stay still.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “No, you’re not, but you will be.”

  A quiver raced down my backbone. Chris lifted a piece of metal with two wide cuffs attached to each end. He wrapped one of the cuffs around my right thigh, yanking it tight, latching it behind me.

  Then he wrapped the other cuff, binding my left leg the same. The bar in the middle was some kind of spreader—I couldn’t close my legs at all.

>   He grabbed something else and stomped around to stand in front of me. I tried to stay calm as he set a stiff piece of leather next to my hands. But when he took another, wrapping my left arm all the way from my wrist to my biceps, my teeth started to chatter.

  The cuff forced me to keep my arm straight. He tightened latches along its outer edge. He repeated the process on the right side, yanking each of my bound arms closer to the edge of the table when he was done.

  The position was uncomfortable with my legs and abdomen bound, pitching my center of gravity forward. “Arm posts.” His muted request made me sweat.

  Almost silently, thin white posts emerged from the platform next to where my palms rested. They stopped level with the tops of my shoulders. Chris tilted them, attaching them to the rings along the spines of each arm cuff.

  The position was unnatural, making the act of breathing more demanding.

  “Head.”

  I glanced at the table but a whirling noise above me snagged my attention. A single cable with a strip of leather dropped lower from the maze of restraints above me.

  Chris jerked me around then wrapped some kind of strap around my forehead and buckled it tightly behind my head. The hairs along the edge of my scalp tingled as he tugged my hair upward, attaching my braid to the same cable. Reflexively, I lifted my head and was surprised to find I could raise it. The line attached to the ceiling obviously wasn’t rigid so I wondered what the point could be.

  Chris bit out, “Two inches.” The line got tight, lifting my head until it rested at such an angle to barely see off the stage.

  Nick hadn’t moved but it was the man standing next to him that I fixed on.

  Jared. Tears filled my eyes at the sight of him. I drew strength from the pride he exuded—and the arousal.

  “Don’t you dare cry,” Chris hissed in my face. He grabbed my neck, bringing me nose to nose with him. A sneer twisted his upper lip. “Like I can’t see what you’re doing. This is the thanks I get? Giving you space to deal with your shit. And you show up, all hearts and flowers, and it’s not good enough. Or I’m not. Which is it?”

  The bulge at his crotch made my mouth water. This turned him on even if he didn’t want it to. More wetness eased from my core. His arousal gave me hope.

  I could handle more because it pleased him, whether he admitted it or not. “I want all of you. I need—”

  “You got me. Let’s see which one of us breaks first. Collar.” The last word came out a curse. His rough fingers tucked beneath my collar and he attached something under my throat. “Lower, one notch.”

  My collar pulled at the back of my neck, making me aware of it no matter what else happened. I understood the strap around my head. I couldn’t move…

  A handful of minutes had passed but I was completely at his mercy. This level of bondage hadn’t come up in my searches online. I was in over my head. I closed my eyes to keep the panic at bay while he tested all the restraints.

  He ripped my boy shorts on one side, tore the crotch seam and then drew them across the flesh of my rear. I gasped at the simple contact and again when he inhaled. I pictured him holding my panties to his nose.

  “You’re wet.” It was more an accusation than a statement.

  “Yes Sir.”

  Out of the corner of my peripheral vision, I tracked him as he came closer. He rolled the material into a long, skinny tube resembling a belt. He covered my eyes and tied it with a jerk next to the head restraint.

  “Now you can smell your own cunt, just like I can.”

  The blackness that surrounded me turned sexy with the smell of my pussy so close. My other senses painted the picture of what was happening to me. I had a very vivid imagination.

  Chris circled platform like a vulture waiting on a meal. He squeezed my tingly breasts, pinched my nipples—hard. He tweaked and plucked until I cried out. Then he sucked one into his mouth, drawing another sob from me. Intense pleasure raced to my clit.

  His mouth released my nipple with a pop and he asked, “Is that pretty pussy feeling empty?” His flat palm caressed its way along my spine, over the curve of my rear, oh so gently. The slap straight across the top of my sex stole my breath.

  “But—I thought…” I choked as his hand rained down on my ass.

  “You’re not here to think. You’re here to feel.”

  He latched on to my clit, trapping the bundle of nerves with his teeth. He licked it with the tip of his tongue until I came with a wail.

  Every nerve ending lit with pleasure, making me quake with adrenaline. My fingers twitched, my toes curled and I strained against the cuffs holding me in place. I tried to wiggle away from his mouth.

  But he didn’t stop. My pussy and ass clenched over and over again but he continued his assault on my swollen nub.

  When he finally released it, I sighed, shuddered one last time and floated in my dark prison.

  Chris opened a door behind me but I was too blissed out to worry about what he was doing. I paid more attention when he told me a new cable was descending from the ceiling. The fog in my head cleared when Chris attached some kind of device to the bench between my legs.

  “Your cunt is so wet I’m not going to need any lube.” Chris dipped inside my sensitive sheath several times, dragging moisture out on every pass. The irregular pauses made the anticipation of the next thrust that much sweeter.

  He crammed a very lifelike dildo inside my slick channel. I sucked in mouthfuls of air and my entire lower body twitched. He fucked me with it for several strokes, stopped, pushed it in a little farther, shafting me with it until I gasped. He paused with it lodged deep inside me.

  “I like the sight of your pussy clinging to that dick.” While he spoke, he jostled it around, but it wasn’t to fuck me since he never pulled it out again. It stayed lodged inside, making me ache for movement.

  “Please,” slipped out, which Chris countered with a slap of his hand against my upturned rear. A few seconds later, he switched on a dial.

  All my thoughts disappeared. The dildo in my pussy slid through my spasming muscles as it fucked me. It was sluggish on the first few plunges but then it increased in speed, digging past the tight muscles of my sheath. On every pass, it forced its way in to an equally devastating depth.

  “It’s a machine. Any toy can be attached to it. We can vary the speed with the twist of a dial.” To prove the concept, he turned it up to a mind-numbing tempo.

  I gasped on every thrust. The sound of the mechanism deepened as my sex locked on it. I was about to come and opened my mouth to scream…

  He slowed it to a crawl before I could get there. A frustrated curse exploded from inside me. He acted oblivious to my lost pleasure. “Multiple toys can be connected when a sub needs more to keep her…occupied.”

  He climbed on—it felt like he straddled me backward—and clutched my ass cheeks. He eased them apart, straining the lips of my pussy and the sensitive muscles of my ass.

  His pecs touched my lower back and I groaned loudly when his tongue licked my quivering hole. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, baby? Do you want me to fill you up?”

  “Master C, please, please…I need you. Please.”

  He released one of my cheeks and gathered my cream from the toy still fucking my wet pussy. He spread moisture on my tiny asshole and I tried to arch closer. He inserted one of his slick digits, causing my brain to flip out. The rope tying my torso held me snugly in the position he demanded.

  “I love stretching your ass.” He shoved his tongue inside and I nearly came. Wetness leaked down to my clit and he captured it with the palm of his hand. “It’s smooth and it stretches around my cock when I take you here but I’m not going to give you that. You haven’t earned my cock yet. Not when you tried to top me from the bottom. I’ve got other plans for this tight ass.” Two or three fingers, I couldn’t be sure how many, filled my ass to make his point, and I whimpered when he removed them.

  “Ever heard of an anal hook? It’s a metal bondag
e device in the shape of the letter J. It has one ball or more increasing in size on the short side and on the long side there’s a catch so it can be attached to restrain the wearer. It can be any temperature depending on the Dom’s preferences…”

  Chilly metal tapped my hip and I sucked in a shallow breath. Yes, I knew what he was talking about but couldn’t find my voice to answer him. I gave myself over to the sensation of his voice filling me up as his toys did the same.

  “Me, I like them cold. Holds your attention better.”

  Wet digits thrust inside my rear, scissoring to loosen the muscles. I was chewing my bottom lip by the time he put the chilly device in place and pushed it barely inside my tight pucker.

  My hole flared around the ball but then Chris hauled it away. He pushed with a bit more force on the next thrust but before it could sink inside, he heaved it back out. I groaned long and loud when it finally slipped inside. Chris pressed it in until my ass swallowed the cold ball. The cock attached to the fucking machine rubbed against it on every delicious stroke, an ultrasensitive thin barrier the only thing separating the two.

  “Up,” he instructed Nick. The hook lifted inside my rear, stretching me, tempting me. It was better than I’d fantasized.

  A chill from the metal buried inside me raced along my spine. Chris jumped off the table.

  I could feel it. The calm before the storm. It rushed through my veins, making me lightheaded.

  Chris was fast approaching the point of no return. He was behind me…fighting it.

  His knuckles brushed against my inner thigh when he twisted a dial. Vibration started in my pussy, followed by an answering hum in my ass. “Ffuuuuccccckkkk…”

  Footsteps in front of me grew louder. A warm palm caressed my cheek and I was alone in my fight no longer. Jared didn’t speak, didn’t touch me again, but he was close and that was enough.

  The deafening crack of a whip echoed above me and I waited for the pain, anticipating it, aching for it.

  “That’s your only warning.” Chris’ words were fierce but fear seeped out beneath them.

  He expected me to safeword.