by Livia Grant
He tossed his toys in the bag and pointed to a suspension rig a few stations over. “I need to be able to get to your ass and your front. Let’s go there.” He scooped up her hand.
Once at the station, he walked her to stand in the middle of the rig while he surveyed the stainless-steel ring above her. Never having played with suspension bondage, the temptation ate at her to ask what he was thinking to do. Instead, she stood silent, waiting as he dug around his bag and retrieved cuffs and rope.
What could she say? Would a wrong word, wrong tone burst this bubble she seemed to be sitting in? After all the years fantasizing and dreaming, and hoping, here stood Grayson, unwinding rope and giving her hungry side-glances.
He made quick work of getting cuffs around her ankles and wrists and went about trussing her up on the rig, linking her wrists together and stretching them over her head. The rope fed through the ring, and he played with the length.
“How’s the height?” he asked, holding the excess rope.
“Good.” She nodded. He’d left plenty of slack. She’d be fine.
“Okay.” He finished tying off the ropes and checked the amount of give before moving on to her feet.
“Spread these.” He tapped one foot with his boot.
She maneuvered her feet apart.
“More,” he said when she stopped, thinking shoulder-length apart would do fine.
Again she moved her feet, heels first then toes. The more she spread her legs, the lower her body went, until her shoulders felt tension from her arms overhead.
“Okay, there.” He tied each ankle to the rig on either side. She could twist her torso, but that was all the movement the bondage would allow.
Getting something else from his bag, he walked behind her and lifted her hair. She winced at the little strands being pulled as he braided her long hair. When he was finished, he shoved the plait over her shoulder to lie in front of her.
“There.” He patted her back with satisfaction.
“What are you going to do?” she asked watching him dig through his bag.
“I’m going to play with my toys.” He pulled out a small metal object and returned to her. When he got closer, he held it up in front of her. The lighting from above caught it and gave her a clear view.
The metal rod housed a wheel at the end, a spiked wheel.
“It’s a Wartenberg wheel,” he said as though he were holding up some high-tech new gadget. Boys and their toys.
“I can see that,” she whispered, keeping her eyes locked on the thin spikes of the toy. She’d never played with one before, but she’d seen them used.
Why exactly had she boasted about playing with sadists before? She had, but, other than a caning, she really hadn’t delved too deeply into their world.
Standing to her right, he cupped her breast in one hand and ran his thumb over her nipple. She couldn’t help but wet her lips while she watched him.
Bending over, he captured it between his teeth, pressing hard until she let out a squeal. Only then did he release and wrap his lips around it, sucking and licking. Her breath sharpened when he scraped his teeth over the nub again.
As he released her, he ran his tongue over her peak, giving her a long lick before standing up again.
“Now hold still,” he said, bestowing her another wink.
Before she could utter a smart response, the prickling spokes of the wheel ran over her breast. At first, the sensation didn’t register. She figured, after being bitten and sucked, her nipple had gone numb. The second pass bit into her harder, and she sucked in her breath.
When he went over her breast a third time, the pins-and-needles sensation buried deep into her flesh. Not just focusing on her nipple, he ran the wheel over her entire breast. As he moved to the other side, she jumped.
He hadn’t prepared her the way he had with the first side; she wasn’t ready for the spokes.
“Argh,” she groaned when he pushed harder into her nipple. She squirmed but the restraints kept her exactly where he wanted her. And the little smile toying with his lips told her how much he loved having her bound and at his mercy.
He moved to stand in front of her, spreading his legs to bring himself to her height.
“Look at me, Dani,” he ordered and waited until she obeyed. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Got it?”
She nodded.
A hard smack to her breast made her jump again.
“Answer with your words,” he demanded.
“Okay. Yes, I understand.”
“Good.”
The wheel pressed into her sternum and slowly rolled downward. She wasn’t overly ticklish, but when it moved over her stomach, her muscles twitched. Yet, she kept her gaze steady. She didn’t change her focus once when he pressed harder, or when the prickly spokes hit a nerve and made her want to jump. She fixated on him, finding it much easier to handle the sting of the spokes with his eyes on hers. She matched his breathing.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said, softer, reaching down and spreading her pussy lips.
“Gray. No.” She tried to wiggle away, fully aware of what he was going to do and not sure she could handle it.
“No isn’t a word I recognize right now, Dani.” He gave her another wink and dropped to his knees.
She tried to concentrate on the top of his head and not what his fingers were doing. But when the spokes touched her clit, she yelped and twisted.
“Now, now, Dani. I told you to stay put.” He waited until she turned her hips toward him. “Does your little clit hurt when I do this?” he asked while running the wheel over it again.
She squirmed. “Yes.”
“How about now?” he asked, rolling the evil device over her swollen bundle of nerves again and again. The sensation amplified when he pulled her lips further apart, making her nub jut out farther. For a brief moment, the wheel stopped, only to roll back and forth until her thighs shook, her stomach twitched, and she cried out from the forced pleasure. Too much good mixing with the bad.
“Yes!” she screamed, trying to force her legs closed, but the binds were unforgiving.
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?” he asked, the tease ever present in his confident tone.
Of course, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to touch her, fuck her, love her, but how to convey all of that without sounding so damn desperate. Because odds were, after they played, he’d have her out of his system and move on. And then where would she be?
Once the forbidden fruit is tasted, it’s rarely fully devoured.
“Yes or no, Dani?” he asked, a hair’s breadth away from her sex.
“Yes.” She thrust her hips toward him. If she was going to be let loose afterward, she might as well take everything he offered while she could.
“And how do you ask? I know you were taught better manners than that.” He dug the wheel deeper into the flesh above her clit.
She cried out but didn’t pull back. The sweet euphoria of pain washed over her. And when he twisted the wheel and ran it over the hood of her clit once more, she shrieked again.
“Please, Gray. Pretty please, kiss me.” She opened her eyes, not remembering when she had closed them, to find him staring up at her with a soft smile playing on his lips.
“You beg so beautifully.” He straightened and shoved the handle of the Wartenberg wheel between her teeth. “Hold this, and don’t drop it. If you drop it, you’ll get five lashes of the cane across your ass.”
She nodded. The cane was not one of her favorites. She’d rather play with something else, maybe a hard flogging, or even more of the wheel.
He returned to his knees and used both thumbs to pry her pussy lips apart again.
“You screamed like you didn’t like it, but your pussy is fucking drenched for me.” He grinned and swiped a finger through her slit.
His tongue teased along the edges of her clit. Oh, how she wanted to move into him and get the pressure she needed. But doing that would most likel
y make him withdraw. Gray was in charge here, and if she didn’t give him control, he would stop. He wouldn’t grapple her for it; he just wouldn’t play. Which was worse.
From one side to the other, he toyed with her until her thighs shook from the frustrating tension. Slowly, his lips wrapped around her sex, sucking her clit into his mouth, and the attack began. He lapped at her, nibbled, and sucked. He ran his tongue through her slit and rimmed her entrance just enough to make her want him to plunge within, and then he retracted.
The bastard.
He took her to the edge and reined her in, over and over again. So close to orgasm, only to have him retreat to bite the inside of her thigh. Her clit ached with need, but he continued to assault and hide. After she inched her way toward orgasm only to have him clamp his teeth down on the hood, she screamed again and writhed in her restraints.
Dani bit down on the metal handle of the wheel, being careful not to drop the damn thing, but she wanted to dump it on his head. All of his teasing and attacking made her clit so fucking tender, even a brush of his tongue sent shivers through her body.
He sat back on his heels, grinning up at her while he dragged his knuckles across his wet mouth.
“You thought you were going to get to come already?” He moved to his feet and plucked the wheel from her mouth. “I was sort of hoping you’d drop it. I love the cane. Makes amazing marks. But we have all night, don’t we?” He patted her cheek and went over to his toy bag.
She closed her eyes, listening to her heavy breathing. Play was happening all over the room, but she tuned the others out. She focused on inhaling, exhaling, inhaling.
She peeked over at him, watching him lift out a toy only to drop it and grab another.
What the hell?
He was fucking whistling!
Chapter 5
Waiting years to have Dani beneath his control and stripped bare before him had been worth every agonizing moment. Every ignored erection would be avenged within the next few hours.
He always knew she’d be beautiful strung up for him, but hadn’t realized how deeply her squeals and yelps would affect him. If his cock got much harder, it would rip through his jeans. But he didn’t mind replacing them if she kept singing for him.
Digging through his bag, he pushed aside the obvious toys, flogger, paddle, a miniature riding crop. All good implements in their own right, and imagining the marks each would make on her delectable flesh tempted him to grab one of them instead, but he wanted something more exciting for her, something she wouldn’t see coming but would learn to love. And then he found it, buried at the bottom, encased in the original packaging.
He pulled it out and clicked it once to test it. Perfect.
When he faced his willing victim, she narrowed her eyes. It was probably hard to make him out with the lighting overhead and the dimness of the room casting him in shadow. But that was fine—better she didn’t see what he held. It was not the visual he wanted her to have, it was the sensation.
Rounding the suspension rig, he walked behind her, admiring for a moment the gentle upcurve of her ass, the muscles of her back stretched taut with her arms tied up. He moved closer, sensing her tension when his heat met with her body. He took a moment to check her hands.
“Color, baby,” he whispered into her ear, getting the jump from her that delighted him so.
“Green. I’m still green,” she said.
“Hands?”
“A little tingly, but okay.”
“Good. Now, I want you to concentrate on the sensations I’m giving you. Some you’ll like, and some you won’t.” He the tip of the chosen weapon along her spine, eliciting a hiss. He closed his eyes at the sound, enjoying the apprehension she conveyed.
Not fear, no. His girl wouldn’t be afraid of him. This may be new, him being in charge, him holding the reins, but he would never harm her. She knew it, and she trusted him. The enormity of the trust she held for him increased the energy flowing between them.
He reached around her torso, cupping her breast and fiddling with her nipple. She moaned, rolling her head to the right. His girl liked her tits played with, which worked perfectly since he loved her breasts, almost as much as her ass.
“Feels good?” he asked.
“Yes.” She paused after her answer, as though she stopped herself from speaking the next word.
Sir.
He would probably explode in his pants like some inexperienced teenager if she uttered the address. He wouldn’t direct her to say it; he never did. It was a sign of respect, a designation of submission to him, and he wouldn’t ask for it. No, he’d wait until she gave it freely.
Still playing with her nipple with a gentle touch, he clicked the zapper in his other hand and touched her back.
She jumped.
“Fuck!”
He gave her a moment to recover. Her heart hammered beneath his hand still holding her breast.
He ran the zapper along her body, to her ass then up to her shoulder blades, before pulling it off her skin. Her muscles tensed as she panted.
Another zap, this time to her ass. She clenched and cursed again. He gave her another jolt to her arm, then her shoulder, before moving once again to her ass and giving her five more in a straight line across that upcurve he had been admiring.
Not only did his strung-up puppet sing for him with delicious screams, she wiggled and danced for him as well.
“How was that?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his chest to her back so she could see the zapper was no longer a concern.
“Fuck, that hurt.”
“Hmm…” Still holding the zapper in his right hand, he used his left to scratch his way from her breasts to her pussy, slipping his finger through her folds and pushing two into her hot, wet passage. “Not too much, it seems.”
She moaned. “N-no. Oh fuck, yes. Like that, Gray. Please.”
She even begged prettily.
He jerked his fingers inside her, twisting and curling them, while holding her body taut against his. Having her immobile and forced to take the pleasure right after he delivered the stinging pain of the electric shocks propelled his libido.
“Do you want to come, Dani? I can make you come like this, with your ass pressed against my hard cock, your arms and legs bound, leaving you helpless. I can give you pleasure. Or…” He pulled his hand away and delivered three rapid, hard swats to her swollen sex. “Or I can give you pain.”
“Oh fuck.” Her knees bent, putting too much strain on her wrists for his liking. His arm tightened around her middle to lift her up. He plunged two fingers back into her heated passage and began to finger fuck her with force and speed.
“You didn’t answer me, Dani.” He tsked. “Guess that means you want more of this.” He angled the hand with the zapper so he could still support her with his arm, while aiming the tip to hover over the tattoo right above her small patch of curls. She stiffened just as he pressed the button.
Click.
“Ah! Fuck.” She bucked against him, but he trapped her neatly between his hand still fucking her and his body controlling hers.
Click.
“Ow! Oh God!” she screamed, arching toward his hand.
Her juices ran down his finger to his palm.
Click.
“Fuck me! Gray! Fuck me!” She turned her head to face him. “Please.”
“Not yet, baby.” He pulled his hand free of her pussy, shoving his fingers into her mouth until she sucked her essence from him.
A commotion tore his concentration from his girl. Hearing shouts from somewhere in the club. Grayson narrowed his eyes and found the problem. Charlie. Gray didn’t know him well but had seen him play at the club. Not one for much self-control. Bellowing like a crazed fool, Charlie screamed out for Hannah.
Gray caught sight of Charlie’s girl, or maybe his ex-girl, playing with another Dom. He kept his arms protectively around Dani, scanning the room for security. He couldn’t leave her by herself trussed u
p the way she was, so he relaxed when Silas, another Dom playing, entered the scene, helping Daniel, and the main Dungeon Monitor, Muscles, contain the scene and move it out of the playroom. “It’s okay,” Gray whispered in her ear when her body tensed beneath him. “It’s fine. They have it handled,” he promised, placing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Do you think that will happen to me? Will some ex-boyfriend, or some Domtoy you’ve been playing with, be marching in here, trying to claim you from me?”
His nails dug into her skin.
“No, Gray. No one’s looking for me.”
“Hmmm, none of those little boys you played with at those underground parties?” He drew his hand across her stomach, scratching her flesh and soaking in her discomfort.
“No, I swear.”
“Do you think I would let them, even if they did? Do you think I’d allow another man to even breathe the same air as you if he tried to take you away from me?” A little bit on the stalker side of things, but it was the truth. Now that he had her in his hands, he’d break anyone who tried to take her from him.
“No, Gray.” She squirmed in his grasp.
“Good.” He kissed her cheek and smoothed his hand over the fresh scratches.
He unwrapped his arm from around her and helped her steady herself on her feet. “You good?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“Yeah,” she said with a sigh, giving him a side-glance. “I’m real good.”
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “I’m going to take you down now,” he said and patted her ass before going to his bag to put away the zapper. A handy toy. He tucked it back in the carton and returned to unbind his girl.
Making quick work of untying the knots near her wrist, he pulled her arms down and rubbed his hands over her arms.
“Gray. I’m okay,” she assured him when he picked up her hands and inspected them.
“Shhh,” he chastised.
She laughed. “So bossy.”
He caught her chin in his hand and pulled it up until her mouth, her perfectly plump, delicious mouth, was beneath his.
“You have no idea how bossy I can be, Dani.” He brought his mouth closer, almost to the point of touching.
