Cuffed

by Angel Payne

  “Thank you, Sir. Oh!”

  Her exclamation coincided with the brutal tug he gave on her head to pull her back to her feet. Once she was balanced again, he let her go—and dropped his towel.

  “Oh.” Her repetition carried half the volume but twice the astonishment of the first. “Oh, my,” she murmured, her lips parting as she took in his erection.

  “Eyes up here, bird.” Z directed it while pushing up the bottom of her chin. He gave the command out of necessity as much as respect to the dynamic. Her spill had only diminished his hardness by half, and she seemed damn determined to make up the gap with her worshipful stare. At this rate, he’d barely have her tied down before needing to give her a thorough dose of his hard, thrusting religion.

  “That’s probably a good idea, Sir. I don’t do well with being deprived of sweets I long to lick.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  “Told you,” she quipped.

  “For the record, that wasn’t bratty. That was teasing.”

  She gave an impish shrug. “What’s the difference?”

  “I punish teases worse than I punish brats.”

  Her lips pursed. “But why is it teasing if follow-through is intended?”

  His cock ached deeper and visibly jerked. Rayna curled a victorious smirk.

  “Now you’re being a brat.”

  He didn’t wait for her to form a comeback. It was time to claim control, and he did just that. With one yank, he hauled her up against him. In the same motion, he crashed his lips over hers. He wasn’t gentle about a second of it, making her accept the full assault of his tongue, his teeth, his breath, his passion as he rammed his shaft against her warm, soft stomach. She moaned from the contact, slipping her hands up to his neck. Z didn’t let them stay there for long. He seized both her wrists and rammed them behind her back, making her realize what kind of submission he expected from her…craved from her.

  Many minutes later, he pulled up from her lips. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes, though her arousal blazed from every emerald speck of them. Her mouth was as red and luscious as a pomegranate from his treatment, driving caveman-style triumph into every inch of his dick.

  “You intoxicate me, brat,” he growled. “And I’m getting more drunk by the second.”

  Rayna bit her bottom lip. “Then maybe you’d better let me drive.”

  He let her have a wry tug of his brows for that—for a second. It covered the time it took for him to secure both hands into the neckline of his Henley. The baggy fit ensured that his fingers scraped her breasts as he did. The sneak preview didn’t matter. As soon as he tore the shirt down the middle, her full, naked peaks were all his to gaze at anyway. And goddamn, what a view.

  “Don’t think so, subbie.” He hurled the torn shirt across the room. “That took care of the shirt. As for those panties”—he flicked a finger toward the bathroom—“adorable but not needed. You can get rid of them in there while you grab the toys. After you’ve got them, deliver them to me without a word. From now on, the only thing out of your lips is ‘Yes, Sir,’ ‘No, Sir,’ your safe word, or direct responses to my questions. No reprieves tonight.”

  She looked him like he’d just spoken Swahili. “Toys?” she blurted. “What do you mean by toys? And how did—ahhh!”

  He made her chop off the question with her own scream, reacting to the bare-handed smack he delivered to the center of her ass. “When I said ‘from now on,’ I meant it, honey.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She rubbed her ass as she walked away, looking pretty damn cute about it. His soul soared from the giddy pleasure of inciting her ire—and her obedience.

  As she disappeared into the bathroom, Z moved quickly to the handyman’s bin outside the slider to the deck. The temps had dropped exponentially since sunset, but he welcomed the blast of chilled air on his naked skin, assisting to bring the heat in his blood under control. He wasn’t going to rush this. He planned to watch her writhe and moan and climax for him for quite a while before he let his cock explode deep inside her.

  The zip ties were exactly where he’d left them this morning. He’d taken them up to the bedroom last night, but she’d been so responsive and beautiful, his initial plan had gone to tatters. That wasn’t going to happen now. He couldn’t wait to see her bound for him.

  After a full minute passed, he shot a puzzled look at the bathroom door. “Ray-bird?” he called. “Everything okay?”

  The door opened slowly. She emerged at a similar speed. The saucy demeanor was erased from her face. She kept looking to the pile in her hands—paddle, spanker, flogger, clamps—as if she carried an armed IED. A mix of worry and reverence defined her face, confirming to Zeke that he’d made the right call in sending her in after the implements. Five minutes ago, she’d been pretty lippy. Five minutes ago, he wasn’t sure she comprehended everything he had planned for her. He was fairly certain that wasn’t the case now.

  “Thank you,” he murmured when she handed over the pile.

  “You’re welcome,” she whispered. “Sir.”

  He rubbed the side of her neck, coaxing her to look back up to him. “Are you a little more clear about how tonight’s going to play out?”

  She took a measured pause before responding. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to use these on you, Rayna. I’m going to make your skin turn pink and then red. I’m not going to stop until you scream and feel like you’re going to lose your mind. And then you will lose your mind.” He squeezed on her nape. “So are you still ready to submit to me?”

  “Oh yes, Sir.”

  He couldn’t help his open grin. His pleasure radiated back to her, provoking a breathtaking blush that started in her face and progressed down through her neck and chest…into the tips of her sweet, perfect tits.

  The time for dawdling was really over.

  He dropped his hold to her hand. Guided her over to the big pine dining table. They’d shared macaroni and cheese here a few hours ago. Now the feast was going to be her body, and he officially declared himself the world’s luckiest glutton.

  He kicked out the chair that bracketed the end of the table and set the toys on it. With both hands freed, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the table. He half expected her to start firing the one-liners again, a nervous move common to many fresh subbies, but she watched him now in respectful silence, keeping her hands on the table at her sides…letting him gorge on the sight of her nude perfection.

  He didn’t use the term lightly. Good God, her body had everything he loved. That gorgeous slope of a neck he could suck and bite for days…firm, gently rounded shoulders…breasts that were the ideal stop between tiny and huge…a curving paradise of a waist atop hips and thighs that were muscular by necessity and more than able to handle him fucking her at his fullest passion.

  He frantically grounded the fireworks of that thought’s resulting fantasy. It was too late to do anything about the effects it had on his cock, which jutted more at his wide-eyed subbie. Damn, he loved how she looked at him, as if every time she beheld his body, it was the first time.

  He smiled in cocky pride.

  Rayna smiled shyly back.

  “You ready?” he asked softly. After she nodded, he picked up the two leather cuffs and ordered her with quiet directive, “Wrists.” Less than a minute later, with the bands of black now attached, she formed a sight that reminded him of why he loved domination. Pale skin and dark leather. Spirited eyes and silent patience. An imp’s smile on a goddess’s body. All his to command, conquer, and pleasure.

  “Perfect,” he told her, savoring the glittering joy he set free in her eyes. “Now lie back all the way for me, honey. Keep your ass close to the edge of the table, though. When you’re comfortable, raise your arms over your head.”

  She complied, trembling a little, which amped his arousal by another sharp notch. He welcomed the torment of it, knowing the suffering would have its surcease when he buried himself inside her and gave over to her bod
y’s hot, tight magic.

  Soon. Very soon.

  As she complied with his order, he moved around to the other end of the table. Once there, he secured a set of cable ties around the top of each table leg and then looped more ties together to form chains that connected to the O rings on her cuffs. As he worked, the only sounds she emitted were soft but shaky breaths. Fuck yes. He savored many things about this process, but this moment was one of his favorites. The twilight between vanilla normality and dark fantasy…where hidden desires became fiery reality…where man and woman became Dominant and submissive.

  He slipped assessing fingers under her cuffs. Her circulation looked good. He dropped his examination to her face. The color there was beautiful, too. Her eyes were bright and adoring. Her cheeks were stained with a perfect flush. He smiled down at her. “Nothing’s too tight?”

  “No, Sir,” she murmured. “It feels good.”

  “Excellent.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He could see her disappointment about not getting the kiss on the lips again, but they needed a few clicks of emotional distance right now. If he fused his mouth with hers again, especially in her bound state, God only knew what would tumble out of his soul and go instantly AWOL on him.

  He stepped to the opposite end of the table. As he’d asked, Rayna had kept her bottom close to the edge. Her legs hung over the side now. He spread them apart and shifted himself between them. Though he told himself not to do it, his gaze strayed to the perfect pink bloom at her center. He pressed a thumb to its shimmering beauty.

  “Oh!” she cried out. “Ohhh, Sir…”

  “A little aroused, honey?”

  “Yes!” She gasped and writhed.

  “You want more?”

  “Oh God, yes!”

  “Then you’ll have to earn it.” He withdrew his finger in order to push her legs farther apart. “Sounds fair, right?”

  “Y-Yes.” She licked her lips while tilting her head, clearly trying to figure out what he was doing. Zeke only answered with a serene smirk as he joined more zip ties together to circle her legs just below her knees. Before he did anything else, he stopped and met her gaze with his own.

  “How bad do you want to earn it, bird?”

  She huffed. “Are you serious? Can’t you see the evidence right in front—ahhh!”

  Her shriek was adorable. He treasured the sound, making a vow to swat her mound a few more times just so he could hear it. Right now, he had a point to make. “I can see every drop of hot, shiny arousal in your beautiful pussy, honey. But seeing it and hearing it are two different things, aren’t they? I’m going to ask again and give you the benefit of responding properly, because I’m feeling nice tonight. Once more…how bad do you want to earn more strokes on your clit?”

  She rolled her head straight again, her breasts tight and heaving with her fast gasps. “Really bad, Sir. Please tell me what I need to do.”

  He caressed her outer thighs to show her his pleasure in her confession. After a few moments of that, he charged, “Show me how far your legs will spread, yoga girl.”

  She complied at once—fulfilling his wildest expectations. As he’d hoped, she was flexible enough that her calves met the edges of the table just before each corner.

  “That’s a very good start.” He injected a smile to his tone while fastening more zip-tie chains that connected her calves to the table’s front legs. Her body became an open wonderland to map with his own special markings. Holy shit, just thinking about the tracks he was going to give her flesh…

  His cock quaked. He gave his balls a harsh squeeze to keep himself contained—though picking up the nipple clamps pretty much canceled the benefits of the effort. He couldn’t wait to see her breasts captured by them.

  He walked around to stand close to her face again. Yeah, she’d begged him hard for this, but wanting it and getting it were two different things. The check-in was key, especially because of what he had planned for her next. And after that, too. And maybe after that…

  He hovered directly above her so she could see the serious intent of his query. “How does it feel now, bird? You still okay?”

  To his delight, her eyes were still twinkling. She actually curled a little grin at him. “I still feel very good, Sir.”

  Z smiled back before letting his hands fall to both of her breasts. Though her areolas were puckered already, they compressed tighter for his fingers as he rolled her rosy tips into erect red pebbles. “Yes,” he said with a wicked smirk, “you do feel good. But ‘good’ can be defined a number of ways.”

  Her eyes went wide as he pulled the clamps into her view. She swallowed and wet her lips again. So much for trying to squeeze his balls now. She was beyond beautiful, and he was beyond hard.

  “You ready to earn more strokes, Ray-bird?”

  “I—I think so, Sir.”

  “It’s okay to be a little scared.”

  “How about a lot scared?”

  He first answered her with a groan. “The sadistic demon on my shoulder says that’s just fine, honey.”

  “What does the angel on the other side say?”

  He chuckled. “The angels gave up on me a long time ago. The only thing on my other shoulder are the devil’s cheerleaders.”

  “Gee. Great to hear—oohhh shit!”

  Her voice flipped from sarcasm to suffering in the second it took for him to close the first clamp around her nipple. The sight of her lying there, muscles twisting as she struggled to process the vise’s bite into her sensitive flesh, caused a torment of a different kind inside his own body. He bunched his ass cheeks hard in a desperate battle to keep his dick in check.

  “Breathe, subbie.” He fed it to her on a taut wire of tone. “Close your eyes and tell your body to accept it.”

  She was stunning as her eyes slipped closed for him. Three inhalations later, her breathing evened. As she released the fourth, he fastened the clamp to her other breast.

  “Ohhh!” She writhed again.

  “Ssshhhh, honey.” He flattened a hand on her stomach. “Breathe.”

  “With all due respect, Sir, that isn’t working!”

  He rubbed his hand a little lower, making soothing circles on her pelvis. “It wasn’t a request, Rayna,” he said. “You’ll obey what your Sir has commanded without any more protest, right now.”

  She still flashed him gritted teeth but settled back against the table, letting her breaths come more evenly.

  “Now take all that adrenaline rushing your veins and let it float into your mind,” he instructed. “Let it take over all those synapses and neurons. You’re going to be a little dizzy from it, but I’ve got you tethered right here. You’re not going anywhere I don’t want you to. You’re safe, okay?”

  “Okay.” Her whisper was tense. But the cords of her neck loosened and the muscles beneath his hand relaxed. She sighed, her senses clearly starting to swim in the vertigo he’d told her to expect.

  “That’s good, subbie. Really good. It’s important for you to learn processing. Just in case your Sir decides to hit you with something else unexpected.”

  He let his voice warm with humor on the last part of that—just before he gathered his four main fingers and thrust them high into her pussy.

  “Dear God!” she screamed.

  No shit.

  He ripped a page out of his own book to breathe down the amazement from getting to finger her again. Like that did any good. It was impossible to be cavalier about the magic of touching her, of watching how she reacted to his skin against her, inside her. She held nothing back, as generous in her submission to him as she was in her friendship with him. He was rocketed to another galaxy. Humbled. Awed.

  So fucking turned on.

  When he pressed his thumb directly against her clit, her passion blasted him beyond the galaxy. He floated in a separate universe, lost to the force of her little mewls, her long sighs, her cream-perfect body.

  “Tell me.”

  For a moment, h
e couldn’t believe the words had tumbled from him. He’d never used them on any subbie beneath his rule, because he didn’t need to. In his job, retaining details meant the difference between surviving the mission or dying from a stupid mistake. It was effortless to carry the talent with him into the dungeon. One look always told him everything he needed to know about his sub’s state of mind and body.

  But with Rayna, looking wasn’t enough. He needed to hear the words in her mesmerizing alto, longed for the connection back to her through those verbal threads.

  “Tell me,” he repeated. “Give it all to me, honey. Tell me how I make you feel.”

  She let out another sexy-as-fuck whine before answering. “Incredible. Unbelievable. It’s pain but pleasure. Pissed off mixed with set free. I never knew it could be like this. I never knew it was like this.”

  For a second, he stilled his fingers. He guessed that was typical when the rest of one’s body couldn’t move, either. Which was probably the case when the universe found its way in past the emotional space suit and wrapped its brilliance around a guy’s soul. And made him feel as powerful as a star gone nova.

  He couldn’t wait to take her higher.

  “Perfect,” he assured her. “Really perfect. Thank you, subbie.”

  With slow reluctance, he withdrew his fingers. Though she didn’t say a word, her chest vibrated on a quivering breath, as if she already knew what was in store for her.

  “Breathe again.” He directed it with the conviction that filled him from being totally connected to her. The way she’d processed the pain from the clamps gave him another notch of justification for picking up the flogger and making sure the paddle was nearby, too. “Here we go, honey.”

  He watched her chest rise and fall, the chain between the clamps dancing in the light as she obeyed. Her body gleamed with a sheen of nervous perspiration. He trailed the flogger falls over every stunning, golden curve from her collarbone to her ankles, exulting in her tremors, soaking up every note of her anticipating, anxious whimpers.

  In the thousands of miles and dozens of countries life had taken him to, he’d seen some breathtaking sights. He couldn’t remember any of them as he gazed at the bound, beautiful submissive before him now.