by Dubois, Lila
“Fine.”
Damn. He hadn’t actually wanted to gag her. It would have to be something harsh, so she’d do anything to avoid it in the future.
Lane’s personal toy collection, plus a few he’d had the production buy, was stashed in a dresser and trunk on the other side of the bed. He opened the top drawer and selected a studded black strap with a mouthpiece mounted on one side. Along with the mouthpiece there was an inflatable ball gag. As it was pumped up the heavy rubber balloon filled the sub’s mouth, pushing back her tongue and forcing the jaw open. Straps around the back and top of the head held it in place.
As harsh as it was, Lane got hard thinking about using it on Addie, imagining her eyes getting wide as he pumped the ball up inside her mouth.
Focusing on that image, he grabbed the accompanying pump and returned to the sexually frustrated and petulant submissive-in-training.
Addie was already regretting not simply going along with Lane’s order to stand. Now that she’d calmed down, logic said that if she did what he said it was likely that he’d touch her again, and probably this time he’d let her orgasm.
The immediate frustration of not coming had faded and she had to admit that the dull ache of her continued arousal felt somewhat good. Lane knew what he was talking about, after all.
Despite this, she didn’t want to just say she was sorry and she’d changed her mind. She had her pride; besides, she didn’t want him to think that petty little threats like gags scared her. She’d had one shaped like a horse’s bit for the lingerie shoot. It had been uncomfortable and a little weird, but not terrible.
Lane came back with a heavy oval of black leather with lots of dangling straps and a little hand pump—the kind attached to blood pressure cuffs.
“Open your mouth.”
Addie parted her lips and let him fit the rubber mouthpiece around her teeth. It held her teeth apart slightly and made her feel as if she were at the dentist. It was attached to the oval of leather, which now pressed against her lips, cheeks and chin.
Lane fastened the straps around the back of her neck, under her hair, and then at the top of her head.
With each tug against her face, Addie felt a little sizzle of panic—and arousal. She looked up at Lane, who tipped her face up with a hand under her chin.
“I want you to remember that you asked for this.”
He took the pump and attached it to the piece over her face. With the first squeeze something popped out of the mouthpiece and touched her tongue. Pump by pump it expanded, filling her mouth.
Addie couldn’t believe it, that this thing in her mouth was filling her cheeks, pushing her jaw down until the straps dug into her face. She tried to shake her head but Lane held her jaw tight in his hands.
She brought up her hands to stop him but he barked, “Hands down,” and she dropped them.
Lane’s face was a mask, emotionless and unreadable. She’d made a mistake, a terrible mistake. She didn’t want this thing in her mouth. Tears filled her eyes.
Lane stopped and disconnected the pump. “You’ll remain gagged until I think you’re ready to have it out. I would have preferred not to do this but, as your Dom, what you need is my first priority, so if you need to be harshly gagged, I will do so.”
Was he really saying he’d done this for her? Addie looked up at him, trying to find the mocking, the joke, but it wasn’t there. He was serious.
“Stand. Spread your legs.”
Shakily, Addie obeyed.
“Now lift your arms, keep your elbows bent, upper arms parallel with the floor.”
Addie held up her arms, in a position that made her feel as if she was being robbed, as Lane attached cuffs to her wrists. The cuffs were attached to a loop of rope connected to the top of the bedposts. Once they were attached, he grabbed the dangling end of the rope and pulled, drawing up the slack.
“Try to drop your arms.”
When she relaxed, her arms dropped no more than an inch. Next, Lane knelt, tapped the inside of her knee until she spread each leg another two inches, then drew up the slack in those ropes.
He stepped back, arms hooked across his chest, and examined her. Addie saw SJ, kneeling off to the right, a big-lensed camera pressed to her eye. Addie turned her face away.
“I think it’s finally time to inspect my newest sub.”
Addie closed her eyes and focused on breathing, just breathing. She wanted this gag out of her mouth. She hated it—hated that she couldn’t talk, hated that she couldn’t not think about it.
Cold touched her shoulder. Addie opened her eyes to see the flat of a knife against her upper arm. She jerked in her ropes, eyes wide. She looked to Lane and shook her head. What was he doing with that?
Lane hooked a finger under the center of her bra, drawing it away from her breastbone. With a flick of the knife, he cut the fabric. The cups of the bra clung to her breasts until he sliced through the top of each cup, just below the little circle that connected it to the straps.
Her bra fell away, leaving her bare to the waist.
Addie sucked in a breath, but Lane didn’t even look at her breasts. Instead, he dropped to one knee, pulled her panties from her right hip and slit them. He repeated the process at her left side, then pinched the crotch, fingers brushing her clit, and pulled them out from under her garter belt, tossing them over his shoulder.
Dropping the knife, Lane looked up her body, gaze lingering on each breast, on her beaded nipples. Addie’s breathing was coming quick and hard. She was sure that, kneeling with his head at her crotch, Lane could smell her pussy, see how aroused she was.
His gaze shifted from her breasts to her sex. He touched the strip of dark hair over the top of her sex. “Did you do this in preparation, or do you keep it like this?”
She glared down at him, watched him smile as he remembered she couldn’t answer. His gaze never left her sex.
“I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.”
Palms on her hipbones, he stroked the naked lips of her sex with his thumbs and Addie nearly came. She was ready, so ready. The bondage, the hated gag, the knife- removal of the clothes—if someone had told her about them she would have said they were horrible, never guessing she’d enjoy them the way she was.
Lane parted the lips of her sex. Cold air touched her clit. “You have a beautiful pussy, a beautiful clit. You’re very wet, very aroused. That means that everything I’ve done to you, including denying you an orgasm earlier, has aroused you.”
He ducked lower between her legs, opening her farther. The tips of his thumbs slid into the opening to her sex.
Addie arched forward, bumping her pussy into his head.
“That’s it, good girl.”
Lane stood, his fingers leaving her sex, and Addie started to scream through the gag in frustration, but then his thumbs, wet with her own slick juices, rubbed her nipples.
Addie arched her back, shocked by how acute the sensation was. Lane pinched a nipple with each hand and pulled, the slick, wet buds sliding out of his grasp. He repeated the motion, pinching harder, pulling harder, distending them farther before they slipped away.
“You’ve been very good. You’re an exceptionally beautiful woman, and a gorgeous submissive. Are you ready to be fucked?”
Addie nodded so hard the straps of the gag creaked.
“I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”
Tears sprang to Addie’s eyes. She was actually about to cry, she was so confused and frustrated and ready.
“I’m going to clamp these pretty nipples, then I’ll fuck you with a glass cock. I wish I could fuck you myself.”
Addie watched him walk away, to the dresser where he’d gotten the gag. He grabbed a straight-backed chair from the dining set on his way back and positioned it in front of her.
He dangled two slim clamps in front of her. They looked like tweezers with rubber tips.
“See the circle of metal around the prongs? This allows me to tighten it. This can be anything from,
” he positioned the prongs on her right nipple, the little rubber pads pressing in, “pressure to,” he slid the circle of metal up near the tips, forcing the prongs closed, “pain.”
Addie shrieked through her gag as the clamp bit into her nipple. Lane lessened the tension to simple pressure, then attached the second clamp to the other breast. The chain connecting them dangled against her belly.
Lane touched something on the front of her gag. There was a hiss of air and the horrible thing in her mouth started to deflate. He quickly released the straps. When he pulled it away, Addie opened and closed her mouth, swallowing the spit that had pooled. Finally, he released her wrists.
“Bend forward and put your hands on the chair.” He pointed to the straight chair he’d brought over.
Carefully, Addie did as he’d ordered. The nipple clamps shifted, causing her to moan in pleasure. She was afraid to move too fast, afraid she would fly apart into a million pieces. She’d never been so aware of all the parts of her body—she could feel her heartbeat in her clit.
“Arch your back, lock your elbows.” Lane touched her as he gave the orders, pressing on the small of her back and tapping her elbows. “You’ll maintain the position until I tell you to change or release it.”
“Yes, Lane.”
“Good girl.” He lifted the hair from the back of her neck and blew across her nape.
A shiver danced down Addie’s back. Lane released her hair. He brushed the back of her thighs and ass, and when she looked over her shoulder, Addie saw he’d positioned himself between her legs, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the bed.
He spent some time examining and playing with her exposed ass and sex. Fingers danced over her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to examine her rear entrance. He repeated his examination of her pussy, tracing the lips with his thumbs, opening her, blowing across her clit.
Her belly and legs were trembling with arousal. Addie let her head dangle between her arms as she panted, sure this was what it was like to be an animal in heat, focused on nothing but sex.
Then his fingers were gone.
Something hard pressed against her clit. “That’s the tip of the dildo.”
Addie flexed her hips, rubbing her clit against it. “Oh, oh fuck ye—” she bit back the words, not wanting him to stop, or to end up gagged.
“Why did you stop talking?”
“I don’t want you to gag me or not fuck me.”
“Hmm, you haven’t learned yet. What do you need before you can come?”
What was it? Oh.
“Lane, I need to come. I want to come. If you don’t fuck me, don’t make me come, I think I’ll go insane. Please.” The words tumbled from her, one after the other.
Lane slid the dildo from her clit to the entrance to her sex. “You may come.” He pushed the dildo into her with one firm thrust.
Addie was so tight, so aroused that she felt it open her, felt each glorious, blessed inch filling her. She came up on her toes, almost tipped forward. Lane grabbed her waist, held her in place as he drew the glass dildo out of body and thrust it in again.
“Oh, oh yes. Oh fuck!”
Addie was there, that first shock of fullness taking her to the precipice of orgasm. Lane’s fingers dipped into her sex, circling the entrance to her body where the dildo held her open, down to her clit. He circled her clit as he thrust the dildo in a third time and Addie came.
She screamed, the sound echoing off the metal roof high above their heads.
SJ snapped a photo of the bent and naked, bound woman, metal dangling from her nipples, a fully dressed Dom manipulating a dildo in her sex. “Beautiful.”
Chapter Three
Addie pushed the carrot sticks on her plate around with her finger.
“Did you want something else? I can go get you some fast food.” Lane touched the back of her hand as he spoke, stilling her restless carrot play.
“No, I’m fine.” Addie wished she could toss off the comment, throw back her head and smile at him as if what had just happened hadn’t affected her. She couldn’t. Instead she whispered the words, staring at the edges of the black satin robe he’d given her to wear.
They were on their lunch break, seated on white plastic folding chairs in a corner of the sound stage sectioned off by pipe and drape. The lunch spread of sandwiches, fruit and veggies was nice, but Addie couldn’t bring herself to eat anything more than a few strawberries. She felt…vulnerable, as if Lane had stripped away more than her clothes. Time and distance from him, this place, would help her get herself together and remember who she was, what she could be. With Lane sitting next to her, his knee touching hers, his body heat a tempting source of warmth in the chilly warehouse-like sound stage, Addie couldn’t find that balance, couldn’t remake herself.
“You have to eat something.”
“I’m not very hungry.”
“You have to have more than a bit of fruit. Eat something.”
“Stop ordering me around.” Anger flooded her, burning away the powerlessness that had filled her. Addie met Lane’s gaze with her own. “You may get to order me around when we’re in your fakey bedroom, but outside of it, muchacho, you’re not my father so back off.”
Lane nodded. “Okay, I was just worried about you. You were really quiet.”
Addie crossed her legs, taking her time so he had no choice but to watch her. Her robe fell open to the top of her thigh, showing off the lace top of the stockings she still wore. Lane smiled and shook his head.
“Thinking. I do that. You should try it. Though maybe not enough blood has returned to your brain?” Addie looked to his crotch. She’d noticed—it would have been hard not to—the raging hard-on he sported when he and SJ released her from the ropes and helped her into the robe after their session.
“Kind of you to notice.” He winced in an exaggerated manner and adjusted his jeans.
“You’re not going to take care of that?”
“Are you offering to help?”
Addie tipped her head to the side as if she were considering it. “Hmm.”
Lane’s eyes widened.
“Nope, I’m not.”
“Cold. That’s cold, woman.”
“Your right hand is sure to help you out.”
“I’m left-handed.”
“I wondered why that biceps was bigger.”
“Next time you’re quiet I’ll have to remember to let you stay quiet. You’ve got a sassy mouth.” But he grinned as he said it.
“I think you like sassy, strong women.” Which, considering what he’d just done to her, made no sense at all.
“As my grandpa would say, ‘Damn me for a fool,’ I do.”
Addie pressed her back against the chair, stretching. Muscles in her pussy and along her inner thighs protested. “I need to use the restroom. Do you know where my purse is?”
“It’s still in the office. The bathroom is right through there. I’ll get your purse for you and set it outside the door.”
“Thank you.” Addie stood, adjusting the knee-length robe so it covered her.
“Addie?” Lane was standing at the edge of the food area, one big hand holding back the heavy black drape that hid it from the rest of the sound stage.
“Yes.”
In an instant his manner went from teasing and relaxed to intense and serious. “You should take off your garter and thigh-highs unless you want them cut off too. When you come out of the bathroom, we start again.”
Addie sauntered into the bedroom set. She’d shed her garter and stockings, refreshed her makeup and cleaned herself up in the bathroom.
“Let’s do this.”
Lane rose from the couch where he’d been waiting. There was no one else in sight.
Addie untied the robe and shrugged it off.
She saw the shock ripple across his face before his expression changed to intense arousal. That moment of shock reinforced the conclusion she’d come to in the bathroom—she was making this too easy for him. Sure, thi
s was sexy and the orgasm he’d given her was the kind of thing she thought happened only in movies, but she was tougher than this. He should earn her respect, her trust.
She’d been so overwhelmed, so taken with the fact that he could command her when few men ever managed it, that she’d let him in. Now her walls were up and she’d fight…make the pretty boy earn her trust. He wouldn’t really hurt or punish her, he liked her too much—he’d said so himself. Probably if she hadn’t taunted him he wouldn’t have gagged her. She wouldn’t make that mistake again, but there were plenty of other ways to goad him.
“Te comieron la lengua los ratones?”
“What’s that?”
“I asked if the mice ate your tongue.”
“No.” Lane moved to stand in front of her. He examined her, up and down. “Do you want to talk about anything before we start?”
Addie tossed her head. “You’re good, boy, but nothing to write home to my mama about.”
He circled behind her, scooped the hair off her shoulder. “You’ve had better.”
“You’re different. I don’t compare bananas and pineapples.”
He blew across the nape of her neck. “You can’t keep this up, you know,” he whispered, lips fluttering against her neck, the movement almost a kiss. “When you’re mine you can’t hide from me.”
“I’m naked. What could I hide?”
“I can’t wait to find out.”
Lane fisted his hand in her hair, using the firm grip to pull her head back so she looked up at him. “Put your hands together, behind your back. Hold your left wrist with your right hand. Then spread your legs. The rules for spread legs when sitting are the same for standing. I’ll let it slide this time because I wasn’t explicit.”
Addie’s breath came in short pants, the backward arch of her body, the press of Lane’s chest into her back making her hot, making her wet.
Damn it, no. I’m not going to give in this time.
She slid her hands behind her back, between their bodies—and found his erection straining against her ass through his pants. He sucked in a breath as she traced her fingers along the length. Addie felt his entire body go still as she snagged the zipper and drew it down. When she slipped her fingers inside, Lane shuddered against her, the hand in her hair going slack.
