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by Evelyn Vox


  She said she wanted all of me. She said she wanted my dark side. So I’d give her all of me and then some. Every last inch. Wet, slurping sounds filled the air next to my groans. I moved faster and harder than I ever had on her before. Her hands gripped my thighs. My balls tightened.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, “and you’re going to drink every last drop.”

  I pressed her head down, keeping her there, as I came down her throat. The pleasure was indescribable, her mouth so wet and hot as she sucked down my cum. I pulled her off me, fist full of her hair and slapped her face. Once, twice.

  “Is this what you want, slave?”

  She swallowed, sputtering as she tried and failed to speak.

  “Answer me,” I growled, pulling her head back, my grip on her scalp tightening.

  “Yes,” she gasped at last. “I’m yours. Use me, Sir. Please.”

  I could have laughed. Despite all we’d gone through, I still doubted she really understood what she was getting herself into. Did she have any concept of just how dark I could go? I pulled her into my lap and ripped her shirt off.

  Buttons flew to the ground, soon followed by the flannel itself. I groped her breasts, squeezing her rosebud nipples so hard she screamed. It had been a while since I used any clamps on her.

  “What to do with my slave tonight,” I mused. “Nipple clamps? A clit clamp? Both?”

  I rubbed her clit and remembered to stay away from her entrance. Despite that, she was very wet. I shifted her in my lap so I had access to her luscious ass.

  “Or maybe,” I said, but stopped when my fingers met cold steel.

  My cock stirred again as I realized what she’d done. Alexandra blushed with a giggle. I pressed it again, just to make sure I hadn’t imagined it. She moaned as the plug moved in her ass.

  “I wanted to be ready for you, Sir,” she said, bashfully looking away from me.

  “So you put in a butt plug, got in a cage, and waited?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Fuck. She was a dream. So fucking perfect. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at me.

  “No, not ‘Sir’,” I said, “Master.”

  I swore I could feel her heart skip a beat as the words sank in. Her entire body seemed to melt with delight and her pupils dilated.

  “Yes, Master.”

  The beast purred with unbridled glee. Maybe she did know what she was getting herself into after all. Maybe she really did want it. I grinned like the monster I was before I hoisted her over my shoulder and spanked that ass for good measure.

  I enjoyed the way she screamed.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Bend over.”

  Derek had placed me on swaying feet by the platform. I turned and leaned my torso across the black leather cushion. His hands on my hips were my only warning before he pulled the plug out. I gasped, the shock getting to me more than the sensation.

  “Stay still. Don’t turn around.”

  I obeyed. Even though I was dying to watch what he was collecting from his lacquered cabinet of horrors. He made sure to make extra noise, trying to push my curiosity to get the better of me. He wanted me to disobey him, to turn around and watch him. But I wasn’t a wide-eyed, naive little plaything anymore.

  No. I knew how to wait. I knew how rewarding being good could be. I also knew he’d be all the more annoyed that I hadn’t disobeyed him. He may be my Master, but I was really the one in control.

  Having finished his selection, Derek drew near. Jangling metal caught my attention. It was an effort not to turn to look. A flash of shiny silver caught the corner of my eye. His large, firm body pressed against me. He leaned over my back to drape something in front of me. At first, I thought it was another collar, but then he shoved the black rubber ball into my mouth.

  A ball-gag. He clasped it behind my head before stepping back.

  “Get up. Turn around.”

  I obeyed. Something dangled from the vinyl straps holding the ball in my mouth.

  “So many fun things to torment you with, my lovely little slave,” Derek said, stepping forward.

  I realized as he tugged on them that two fine, silver chains dangled from the strap on the ball-gag. And at the end of them…I gulped, my eyes going wide as I recognized those bobby-pin-like torture devices.

  Nipple-clamps.

  Shivers of fear and arousal sped up and down my body, igniting my core and making my blood pump hot. Derek’s dark chuckle graced my ears.

  “Yes, you know what these are.”

  Using both hands, he massaged my breasts. Kneaded and squeezed them until my clit throbbed. I tilted my head back, moaning around the gag. A hard tug on the chains brought my chin down. Derek pressed the clamps open, one in each hand, and let them snap shut over my nipples at the same time. I screamed around the ball gag. My head arced back instinctively.

  The chains went taut and my agony grew. The pain in my nipples made my heart skip a beat. Immediately, I let my chin drop and the pulling eased. What a devious, terrible contraption. The more I moved my head up, the more the chains tugged on my nipples.

  Large fingers parted my pussy.

  “Soaking wet,” he said, “such a pain slut, my little slave.”

  Closing my eyes, I leaned into the pleasure. Derek spread my lips and the pads of his fingers circled my clit. I moaned. The gag muffled the sounds. God, he knew every which way to move me, knew exactly how to swirl and massage until…my eyes flew open as pain shocked my system. A hard, brutal, squeezing pressure bit down on my swollen clit.

  Derek’s wicked, wicked grin filled my vision.

  “You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?”

  My lungs stopped working. My entire body went rigid as the clamp pinched my clit. In his hands, Derek held three more thin silver chains and a small O-ring. I watched, terrified, as he attached one chain to the clamp, the other to the O-ring, and then pulled it. Up, up, and up, until he fixed the remaining two chains around the ring and attached them to the underside of the nipple clamps.

  Effectively chaining my clit to my nipples.

  And my nipples were chained to my gag.

  Any sudden movements, and they pulled, mercilessly, on my most sensitive, delicate parts.

  That fucking devil.

  To alleviate the pressure, I kept my chin on my chest, and my shoulders bowed forward. Any stretching of my torso, my neck, and I felt the terrible, beautiful tightening of my clamps.

  Derek got on his knees and sucked my clit, his hot tongue circling around the tortured flesh. That line between pleasure and pain began to blur. My hips bucked and the clamp tightened. I groaned. My body quivered and, out of no where, I came. Right there. Right on his lips. The orgasm rocked through me, taking me by surprise.

  I hadn’t realized I was so close.

  The pain did that. It short-circuited my pleasure-centers, until even the lightest of touches had me coming like the dirty slut I was for him. Only for Derek. Those flinty eyes sparked at me from below my navel. Oh, that look. Fuck. He burned me up and scoured me with the dominance within it.

  For a second, I thought I was about to come again.

  Then he moved, standing up, and hooked a finger around the O-ring in the center of my torso. He flashed his teeth at me as he pulled it. My vision dimmed. The pain lanced through my pleasure, the two sensations mixing in a volatile, delicious cocktail in my veins. It was a feeling like no other. Like floating on clouds.

  He moved swiftly, taking off his shirt, pants, boxers, and boots. Derek’s perfect cock was thick and hard for me. The sweet, terrible ache of wanting filled my chest. I craved him like nothing else in this world. I expected him to bend me over, but I ended up blinking, stupefied, as he got onto the platform and laid down on his back.

  His cock jutted up to rest against his abdomen. It called to me like a large, sexy treat. I longed to lick every considerable inch of it. Derek rested on his elbows and pointed at the floor. I saw the
small bottle of lube he must have placed there beside the platform.

  “Get the lube, slave.”

  My heart thundered. Oh. God. Bending over, all trussed up like this…fuck. I breathed heavily through my nose. Carefully, so carefully, I bent over. The clit clamp squeezed as I moved my hips, but the pressure on my nipples loosened. I managed to grab the bottle. Still, there was nothing I could do against the slow, inevitable pulling as I stood.

  Wincing, I handed him the bottle.

  “Good, slave,” Derek said, pouring a generous amount of lube over his dick. “Now, get on top of me.”

  I thanked the stars I had the gag because the protest was on the tip of my tongue. What did he mean ‘get on top of him’?! The amusement in Derek’s eyes soon flickered to ire.

  “Get the fuck on top of me. Now.”

  I was never on top. But my body moved into action, ready to obey my Master’s command. Even if the pain lanced through my clit as I hiked my legs onto the platform. My little bud as it throbbed against the rubber-edged prongs of the clamp in time to my pulse. Then I moved my arms out, my neck stretching just too much, and my nipples screamed.

  But, somehow, I managed to straddle him. The swollen tip of his cock nudged against my rear entrance, and I realized what he had planned. He was going to take my ass while making me ride him. Simply because there was no way I could avoid pulling on the chains in this position.

  The monster.

  He huffed in pleasure as he pushed through my tight ring of muscle and entered me. The pain was momentary, the lube and preparation I did earlier allowed him to slide in with ease. I’d never had anal sex in this position before and it was intense. Extreme.

  Delicious.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Derek moved my hips up and down, staring between my legs to watch as he fucked my ass. The pleasure began building rapidly in my core. That was, until he snaked a hand up my stomach and yanked on the chains.

  I felt all three points simultaneously.

  It was like the wind had been knocked out of me. I lurched forward, the pain making my eyes water, the pleasure making me moan. He pushed me back up. I rested my hands on his chest, getting used to the evil pulling I felt with every thrust. A few more pumps, and I’d fallen into the rhythm of Derek’s cock, the rhythm of the tugging on the clamps.

  I lost myself in it.

  I closed my eyes and rode him. My breath grew heavy and deep. I felt wild, uninhibited. I was my pleasure, I was my pain. I was Derek’s slave. Deep, forbidden sensations rose within me. It hit me like a clap of thunder, with enough force to shatter the world around me.

  “Fuck, Alexandra,” Derek moaned as my ass clenched around him.

  The pleasure was intense, consuming, and it held me in its grasp. It made my chest arch back, but the pain on my nipples, my clit, only added to the ecstasy. I didn’t know how long it held me hostage. I wasn’t aware of anything other than the primal, forceful orgasm that overtook me.

  When my eyes blinked open, my heart nothing more than flutter in my chest, Derek had his phone out. He was taking pictures.

  For Brian.

  And, there was a small part of me, that naughty, impish voice that sometimes whispered in my mind, that didn’t want to share this with my husband. It belonged to Derek and no one else.

  It took me a second to realize we’d stopped. It took me even longer to realize that Derek must have orgasmed when I did.

  “I’ve heard of anal orgasms,” he said, “but I always thought they were an urban legend.”

  I tried to reply, but then remembered there was a ball-gag in my mouth. Wow, I was really out of it. Derek smiled, a wide, bright smile with only a hint of wickedness. His fingers brushed against my abdomen as he unhooked the chain from the clit clamp, severing its connection to my nipples.

  “Take off the nipple clamps,” he ordered, watching me intently.

  Hesitantly, I raised my shaking hands to my nipples and removed them one after the other. My nipples throbbed with heat as blood surged in them.

  “Good girl.”

  He put gentle hands on my shoulders and pressed my torso against his. His fingers worked at the strap around my head, and the ball slipped out of my mouth. It rolled off the platform and hit the floor with a dull slap, the chains and nipple clamps clanging.

  Derek rubbed gentle circles around my back. My clit still thrummed against the clamp he chose to keep there, my ass was still full of his cock.

  “What were you trying to say, Princess?”

  Trying to say? My mind was foggy as I struggled to remember what he was talking about.

  “Oh,” I said into his chest, “I’ve never heard of an anal orgasm.”

  “It might be my new favorite trick of yours,” he said, his fingers still soft on my skin.

  “Did you send the pictures to Brian?”

  His hands stilled on my back.

  “No. Those are for me.”

  I smiled into his chest, nuzzling against the dark hair in the center of it. I loved this part of his chest. It was broad and warm and full of his musky, intoxicating aroma. If I could bottle his scent and sell it, I’d make a fortune. Wearing this cologne, scrawny dudes the world over would get laid immediately. I laughed deliriously to myself.

  “Okay,” he said, lifting me up to get a good look at me. I was still giggling as my head lolled to the side. I felt high. “It’s time for bed.”

  He gently pulled out of me and let me lie down on the leather platform. I stretched my back and relished the freedom of movement.

  “But there’s one more thing,” he said, that naughty, devilish gleam back in his grin.

  Derek yanked the clit clamp off, without any warning. I convulsed as sensation flooded my clit. Then his fingers, warm and lubed up, were rubbing it. Gently swirling around my swollen, aching bud. Over and over, he took care not to press too hard. It was just enough, just enough pressure. Soon, faster than I would have thought, I saw stars.

  I screamed his name in my pleasure. It sizzled inside me, sparking like fireworks, and made my body tense. When it released me, I went limp. I was weak with pleasure. I could hardly lift a finger, let alone my entire body off this leather padding. It was such comfortable padding too. I could fall asleep right here…

  Chapter Seventeen

  DEREK

  Alexandra came hard on my hands and then promptly passed the fuck out. I laughed at her. My Slave, my Princess.

  My Alexandra.

  She was so adorable when she slept. As per usual when we went down to the dungeon, I scooped her into my arms and carried her upstairs. It was early still. Barely even dinner time. I laid her down on the sofa and spooned her.

  Sometimes, I wondered if this wasn’t the part I looked forward to the most. Skin against skin. The beast, quiet and sated. Alexandra, happy and pleasured. My cock no longer raging. It was peaceful, these moments afterward.

  I wasn’t a man used to cherishing peaceful moments. But, in Alexandra, I’d finally found some solace in life.

  I’d had plans to keep her down there for hours, but I recognized that she was far too blissed-out to continue. It was dangerous to keep playing when that happened. A sub could lose themselves in that bliss, that subspace. And that was when people went farther than they were comfortable, when lines were crossed and regrets made. It would have been irresponsible to continue.

  Even if I wanted to fuck that ass all night. Her orgasm tonight was as beautiful as it was shocking. So full of surprises, my responsive little Princess. I loved that I was able to bring out these new experiences, that I awakened such dormant pleasures in her body. That was why the pictures I took would not be shared with Brian.

  I was the one who turned her on that much. I was the one who took her to such a level of ecstasy and comfort that she had a fucking anal orgasm. Not him. I rubbed her bare arms as I recalled the feel of it, the way her whole body convulsed as the pleasure swept her away.

  It swept her so far away we had to
stop. Not that I minded. It filled me with pride to know that I pleasured her so much. Her orgasm was like my life blood. I needed to control it, to bestow it and reap its rewards. I came like a fucking rocket the second I realized what was happening to her.

  I ignored the effect the memories had on my cock and tightened my grip on her. Funny, to think a few days ago I’d been so worried about boundaries.

  We’d crossed all the lines, now.

  Thanks to her.

  Any distance I put between us, she bridged, like it was completely unacceptable. How could I have turned her away yesterday? How could I have sent her home today? How, when it was the exact opposite of what my instincts screamed at me to do? How, when it gave me this moment of warmth and peace and contentment?

  Still, I should send her home tomorrow. The shit that she pulled today and the shit that I pulled today at work. It wasn’t a good idea having her around. But she was here now, and I savored every minute of it. So, despite the early hour, my eyes grew heavy and I drifted off to sleep with my Goddess in my arms.

  I woke with a start. Cold. Empty. I opened my eyes, but she was no where to be found. I glanced in the kitchen and noticed she’d filled Aries’ food and water bowl. The dog was happily eating away. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that we’d skipped dinner.

  I got up, stretched, and heard the sound of the shower starting up. I decided I was hungry for more than just food. I didn’t bother knocking as I entered the bathroom.

  Steam billowed. Alexandra stuck her head out of the shower curtain.

  “I’m joining you.” I told her, leaving no room for argument.

  Those sea-green eyes gave my naked body a once-over, lingering on my dick. “Yes, please.”

  That was all it took, all she had to do, for my cock to twitch into life. Would I ever get enough of her? She retreated behind the shower curtain. I pulled it open and appreciated the sight of her wet, gorgeous body as I joined her.

 

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