“I didn’t think you liked fetish wear,” she said as he fastened it up the front.
“I don’t. However, when our contract is up, I don’t want your next Dom to think I didn’t train you at all. Besides, you would freak out with a collar.” He hooked his finger into a D ring at the top of the corset and gave it a tug. Taking hold of her shoulders, he turned her around and began tightening the laces at the back.
Nyxie looked down at the ring and wondered about its purpose. It was nestled between her small breasts. The leather garment began about an inch below her nipples, and as he tightened it, it squeezed into her lower breasts pushing the tissue upward to give her the appearance of slightly larger breasts. Her ribs strained against unyielding leather as she inhaled.
“Jeez, that’s tight enough,” Nyxie said as the seams and stays bit into her flesh.
“I say when it’s tight enough,” he said, giving the cords a harder pull. “As it is, I have to put up with your mouth unless I gag you or hood you.”
“Sir liked my mouth well enough a couple of minutes ago,” she said under her breath.
He gave her bottom a hard slap, then leaned down and spoke into her ear. “That’s because you can’t talk with my dick down your throat.”
Nyxie hid her smile. Her ass was stinging again—it had gone to that warm stage after his belt. God, she would swear she felt the slap all the way to her clitoris. That stuff he had put on it, had her practically panting with anticipation. Of course, just thinking about Declan made her feel that way. She really didn’t need any enhancements in that department.
Nyxie swiveled her hips, making the garters that hung from the bottom of the corset swing around.
“Stop that. Can’t you stand still?”
“Can’t you hurry up?”
He suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head. “Do not try to top me from the bottom,” he said into her face.
“I-I’m not. What does that mean?” He had used that phrase before, but she hadn’t been comfortable enough with him to ask.
“It means you’re trying to manipulate me into doing what you want.”
She smiled at him and then laughed in an impish titter. “You’re giving me way too much credit. If I am, it’s unintentional.”
“Well, unintentional or not, you have earned a punishment.”
“I did?”
Contrary to her denials that she liked pain, she couldn’t keep the excitement from her voice.
“Do you want me to pick out…?”
“That’s not your punishment this time,” he interrupted. He glanced at the clock. “You will do what you are told for the next two hours and if you do a good job, I will let you beg me to give you an orgasm.”
“What? My ass I will.”
The smile that had appeared on her face earlier died away, but now appeared on Declan’s face. “You just gave me an idea. Go bend over my bench.”
Declan released her and opened the top-drawer of the armoire as Nyxie moved to the bench and lowered herself across the tufted leather seat. She fidgeted nervously. Expecting him to use one of his toys to inflict corporal punishment on her, she turned her head towards the bed so he wouldn’t see her smile. As he crossed to her, her back arched.
“Spread your legs, I want to look at you.”
As she moved her knees apart, she felt herself blush with embarrassment that he was going to inspect her girlfriend, as she euphemistically called her sex.
“Reach back here and spread your cheeks apart with your hands.”
“What?” she asked incredulously, all of her previous mischievous behavior gone.
“You heard me. You’d better hurry up and do what you’re told, or I’m going back over there and getting a bigger butt plug.”
Her head jerked around to see what was in his hand. It was black and made of a soft looking silicon. It was the size of a small dildo. It was narrow at the end, flared wider and narrowed again before stopping at a wide disk. She slowly reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart. The lube felt cold and wet as he dribbled it on her untried anus. Her bud automatically tightened.
“I don’t want to do this,” she whispered.
“How do you know? You’ve never had anything in your backdoor. When you’ve tried it a couple of times, if you have good reason, we can discuss if it’s a hard limit. But the way I see it, your body doesn’t belong to you anymore. It belongs to me. I bought you. Last time I heard from Junior, you’re mine for at least two years. You have your kids back. Are you going to live up to your side of the bargain?”
“Yes.” Her voice had a petulant pout to it.
Her breathing quickened and she jumped when she felt his gloved fingers rimming the hole. More of the cold goop dribbled onto her crack.
“Relax,” he said spreading the bud with his fingers and dripping more on. He pressed his lubricated digit against the center. “Push against my finger.”
She unconsciously held her breath as she complied and the tip of his finger entered her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lip at the strange and slightly painful sensation. He was slowly going in and out, twisting, and applying more lubricant with each stroke. When his pinky penetrated her fully, she was breathing hard.
“Relax,” he ordered. “You’re making this harder on yourself than it has to be.”
“That’s easy for you to say. No one is parking their arm up your ass.”
“That’s my little finger, but the night is still young.”
Nyxie clamped her mouth shut and tried to relax. “Fuck.”
Declan withdrew his finger then gently pushed the black plug in her. Once it was in place, he tapped on it a couple of times and gave it a twist, making her moan. “You can let go now.”
Her hands returned to the bench and she lifted her upper body until she was on her hands and knees.
“Stay like that a second.” He quickly grabbed a cloth and cleaned off the excess lube. “Don’t want you getting the furniture dirty.”
He blew on her sensitized clitoris, sending chill bumps cascading down Nyxie’s arms, and making her writhe.
“Get up,” he said with a chuckle as he stepped into the bathroom to discard the gloves and wash his hands.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Figure it out.”
She awkwardly walked her hands back on the bench, slowly pushing herself up until she was on her feet, and then erected her carriage with a grimace on her face.
“Since I wasn’t getting you dressed fast enough, here are your stockings and here are your shoes. Put them on.”
“How?”
He shrugged. “I’d probably sit down on the bench, if I were you, but I suppose you could try squatting. However, if you expel that one, I’ll get my biggest one and we’ll see if it comes out so easily.”
He reached in the drawer and showed her a large glass sphere about the size of a tennis ball with an equally large flat plug at the end. He had won it as a door prize in a BDSM club a couple of years earlier. It was not something he actually ever intended to use, but had kept as a souvenir.
She stared silently at the giant.
“Hurry up.”
He couldn’t help but smirk, seeing her move so slowly and awkwardly—gingerly placing her ass on the bench and bending over to draw on her hose—hooking them to the garters that dangled from the corset.
As slowly as she sat, she arose and stepped into the red-soled shoes. She looked miserable and sullen as she raised her face from her feet to his eyes.
“Almost finished,” he said, retrieving more things from the cabinet. “Put your arms behind your back.”
“Jesus, how much shit do you have in there?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Do I really have to wear all of it in one night?”
Declan hooked a white leather leash to the D ring at the top of the corset. She looked down at the rhinestone-covered tether and frowned.
“You said—”
He saw the flash of anger in her eyes that he’d expected. A few weeks earlier, they had had a conversation where he said, in a more accepting world, a Dom could walk with his sub on a leash in public, and she had gotten upset. He wanted her to feel that way again, so she could understand the difference between being his wife and his submissive. If she wanted to believe that he only married her to help her regain custody, then so be it. She could be his sub—his toy, his plaything. He had never owned a leash before, but bought it for this occasion.
As each moment ticked by, Nyxie looked more miserable and humbled. He turned her around and used fleece-lined leather cuffs to secure her arms across her back at a 90-degree angle, her right wrist cuffed to her left elbow and vice versa. Although she was flexible enough to bind her elbows together, he intended to keep her that way most of the evening and didn’t want her attention distracted by the pain in her shoulders.
Declan blindfolded her with a sleep mask and took up the lead dangling down her front.
“We’re going downstairs now,” Declan said, pulling the leash taut between them.
“I-I can’t. Between the heels, the butt plug and the blindfold, I can barely walk on the carpet. There is no way I can manage two flights of stairs. I can’t even hold onto the rail with my arms bound behind me.”
“You can and you will,” he said pulling harder.
With her precarious balance, Nyxie had to step forward to keep from falling. He kept the lead pulled taut, forcing step after step. “We’re at the stairs. Use your foot to find the edge.”
“Please, sir, I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. Just keep your weight over your back foot and you’ll be fine.”
If not for the blindfold, she would have seen him two steps below her, backing down the stairs, his hands extended, ready to catch her if she should fall. He tugged the tether to encouraging her to take the first step.
“Do you enjoy fear, my pet?”
“You did not just call me your pet,” she said. “Do it again and I’ll show you how I roll over and play dead.”
He chuckled softly. “Do you enjoy fear? Is that why you are taunting me at the top of two flights of stairs?” He pulled harder. “Answer me, pet.”
“No! I’ll be good.”
Declan had not intended for it to sound like a threat. He was asking because he was leading to something else. Now he felt the need to distract her as they slowly descended.
“I love it. I’m an adrenaline junkie—four wheeling, dirt bikes, rock climbing—we should definitely go rock climbing in Colorado. I’ve never fucked on the side of a cliff, but it’s on my bucket list. I rolled my last Jeep trying to get to the top of a steep rocky hill.”
Nyxie stopped at the landing on the second floor. “I don’t think you should risk your life like that. You’re a doctor—the world needs you.”
He chuckled again. “The world? What about you, Nyxie, do you need me?”
Nyxie bit her lip, not knowing how to answer. “I would miss you if something happened to you, but you know the Carmichaels are indestructible—cockroaches and Carmichaels will be the only thing scurrying after a nuclear war.”
Increasing the pull on the tether, he forced her feet to move again. “So what excites you, pet? I bet you’re an exhibitionist.”
“Me?”
“You did masturbate at school once that I know about.”
She blushed at the memory. “Yeah, I was young and stupid. It was also twenty minutes after school let out and I was inside a stall. There was little chance of getting caught.”
“But you could have. Hell, if I had known when you walked out of the principal’s office what you were going to do, I would have followed you.”
After they made the landing on the ground floor, Declan led her to the middle of the living room. “I just want to look at you for a few minutes,” he said, placing her between his sofa and the front wall of the townhouse. He turned her to face away from the sofa so he could sit and admire the plug in her ass and the cuffs on her arms. Before he sat down on the arm of his sofa, Declan ran his hands roughly, but briefly, over the more intimate parts of her body, pinching her nipples painfully, and slapping her ass over her plugged hole.
Thinking he was getting ready to take care of her desire, Nyxie couldn’t help but smile. Her breathing increased with excitement. Her nipples and rear stung from the mild abuse, and she unconsciously arched her back, making her bottom and breasts stand out.
“Who would you want to see you like this if you could pick?”
“No one,” she said instantly.
“Strangers or people you know?” he prompted.
“If I have to say one or the other, I guess strangers—people I’d never see again.”
“Spread your legs a little wider,” he said and waited for her to comply. “What if the people you knew were also Masters and slaves and you had seen them in public scenes.”
Her mouth opened to answer and then closed again. Just the thought of people seeing her as she was at that moment, put color in her cheeks. “I wouldn’t like it either way.”
“The choice is not yours. You belong to me. I say when and if anyone sees you like this. I might start by making you dance. Show me how you’d dance for them.”
“I really don’t know how to dance.”
“What’s there to know?” He got up from his seat, stepped up behind her, and put his hands on her corseted hips. “Bend your knees, stick out your ass and rubbed it across my cock.”
She awkwardly followed his instructions. As her body began to respond to the friction between their bodies, her movement turned fluid. His hand flattened her breast before squeezing and making her moan.
“What a dirty little slut.”
She stilled. “I’m not.”
The arm at her hip went around her waist slamming her body into his. Holding her there, his hand left her breast and delved between her legs, into the wetness.
“You’re not? What kind of a girl would have creamed herself at the thought of dancing half-naked in front of others? Who does that?”
He roughly rubbed her swollen nub. Nyxie’s breathing quickened at the sensation. The ointment he had put on earlier already made her sensitive and overly stimulated. She whimpered and spread her legs wider, thrusting her hips forward in an attempt to ride his hand as the motion brought a small amount of relief to her growing arousal. But it also made her hungrier for an orgasm.
Suddenly, his hand left her folds and her mews turned to a groan of frustration.
“Tell me again. Tell me you’re not a slut,” he demanded. He raised his hand to her mouth and wiped her juices over her lips. “Taste yourself and tell me you aren’t turned on. Open your mouth.”
Nyxie felt herself trembling. She turned her head, trying to keep his fingers off her mouth. How could a man who professed to love her, called her that name? This game—for surely, that’s what this was—was mean-spirited.
“Taste yourself, Nyxie.” He pressed her lips against her teeth until the pain forced her mouth open.
“Suck them clean. Taste that and try to tell me again you’re a good girl. Does a good girl get wet when she is spanked? Does a good girl nearly come five seconds after being touched? What if that wasn’t my hand? Don’t you have any control at all?”
Her mouth was turned down and she sniffled as she sucked on his long, thick fingers, tasting her own essence. She had expected it to taste vile, but it really wasn’t that bad.
“Do I need to bring another Dom in here to prove to you what you already know? You’re dying to come right now, aren’t you? Tell me.”
He withdrew his fingers and her mouth sealed shut.
“Not saying it doesn’t change what you are. It only disappoints me—so much so, that I am going to have to punish you—and not in a way you
will like.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice warbling with emotion. “Yes, I’m dying to get off.”
“Do you think respectable women get wet like that? Would you see a teacher or a businesswoman getting off by dancing nearly naked for strangers?”
“I wasn’t dancing for strangers. I was dancing for you.”
He backed away and returned to his seat on the arm of the sofa.
“Wave.”
“What?”
“Oh, I guess that’s a little hard to do right with your arms bound behind your back. Turn around and dance for me again.” He watched as she turned toward the sofa and began to move again, her movements stilted for the first few seconds until she found a rhythm in her head.
“Spread your legs wider and arch your back so everyone outside the window can see your butt plug.”
As soon as what he said registered in her brain, Nyxie dropped to the floor with a gasp.
Under other circumstances, Declan might have laughed over such a strong reaction, but she had hit the floor hard. “Christ. Don’t hurt yourself,” he said, his Dom persona slipping away.
When she started trying to rub her face on the carpet to get the blindfold off, Declan slapped her ass.
“Leave it on,” he ordered.
He crossed to the window, gingerly picked up the sheet he had draped over it and quickly pulled the cord so she would hear the curtain draw shut. With Nyxie down on the carpet, no one who might be passing by, could see her in that brief moment between when he removed the sheet and when he closed the curtain. He knew she would not have realized he’d had the window covered with a sheet.
“What a nasty girl you are,” he said, wadding up the sheet and hiding it so she would not see it when he took off the mask. He would never do that to her, but as her Dom, he could. At some point, he would confess the truth to her, that no one had seen her. But not now.
“Why would you do that to me?”
Chapter 12
On the floor, Nyxie fought the restraints. Declan knelt down on one knee and placed his hand on her upper back above the corset. She stilled instantly.
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