Pretty Little Thing

by Tabatha Kiss

  “‘Kay.”

  I abandon them on the counter’s edge. Clive reaches behind me and nudges them a little farther away from me before curling his arms around me and pulling me in for a hard kiss. I melt completely, giving in to the overwhelming pang for his attention deep inside of me.

  “Relax,” he tells me again as he draws a line along my cheek with his thumb.

  I nod and catch my breath as his hands fall away from me. He picks up one of the water glasses and I do the same.

  “Would you like a tour?” I ask.

  He raises the glass to his lips. “Only if it ends in the bedroom,” he says.

  “Okay. Well…” I pour a large, cold portion of water down my burning throat. “This is the kitchen,” I say, wiping my mouth.

  I step around him toward the hallway. He follows close behind, a large, lingering shadow that could pounce on me at any moment.

  “Bathroom here,” I say, pointing into a room to the right of the kitchen. We enter the hall and I gesture to the closed door halfway down. “And this right here is my home office.”

  I keep walking, barely pausing to take another sip. “Living room,” I choke. “With the wonderful view of—”

  I twist around to find Clive halfway up the stairwell.

  “And… that’s how you get to the bedroom.”

  He peeks over his shoulder at me, his blue eyes pinched with devious intent.

  I exhale hard and follow him upstairs. Clive waits for me on the landing and we walk to the bedroom together.

  “I have something for you,” he says over my shoulder.

  “Oh, yeah,” I recall. “You said you did.” We enter the bedroom and I walk to the bedside table to set my glass down. “What is it?” I ask, excitedly.

  Clive puts his water down next to mine. “Face the mirror,” he tells me after a quick glance around. “And close your eyes.”

  I squint playfully at him before doing as he says. He walks up behind me and I feel his warm fingers gently push my hair to one side of my neck. His hands move out in front of me and my lips twitch as he lays something around my throat and fastens it.

  “Open them,” he says.

  I look at our reflection. It’s a thin, black choker made of leather with a small pearl dangling from the middle. Simple and classy. My style in almost every way.

  My jaw drops. “Holy— is that a real pearl?” I ask.

  “A real pearl?” he quips. “I work three jobs. Of course, it’s not real. It’s plastic.”

  I chuckle. “Well, still. It’s so pretty. Thank you.”

  He spreads my hair down my shoulders again. “Thought you’d like something a little nicer than a hanky. And… it keeps others at arm’s length from you.” His eyes fall on my body in the mirror. “I want you to myself, Nora Payne.”

  I feel the smooth leather choker. “You want to own me,” I say.

  He grips my waist from behind. I shiver as his warm breath spreads along my neck. “Yes,” he answers as he kisses my shoulder. “But I know I have to earn that. If you’ll let me.”

  He pinches the top of my zipper.

  “Say that again,” he says as he slowly slides it down my back. “Tell me the reason why you asked me to come here.”

  I lick my lips. “I want to submit to you.”

  “Again.”

  I let the dress fall to the floor. He admires my nearly naked form in the mirror, his hands crawling around me to feel my bra and panties.

  “I want to submit to you,” I say again.

  He grabs my chin and guides my head back to crush his lips on mine. I kiss him back, parting for his tongue and reaching behind me to caress his neck. I push up on my toes and he leans down to meet me. I cup his chiseled face, press our bodies together, and I kiss him just like every other time before.

  Clive slides his hands up my back and unclasps my bra. He guides the loose straps down my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. His hands continues down my shoulders, firmly squeezing my breasts on their way down to my panties. I bite my lip as he guides them down and the throbbing between my thighs intensifies threefold.

  “Sit on the bed,” he says, stealing one more kiss from me.

  I tremble at the words. “Yes, Mr. Snow.”

  He smiles as I walk away. I feel more tension fade from the room and by the time I sit down on my bed, it’s gone completely. It’s just me and him up here. Just me and my Dom.

  And I want to learn.

  Clive stands over me and reaches into his pocket. “Your right wrist, please.”

  I extend my hand as he withdraws a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket. I pause, just barely recoiling as he smiles at me.

  “Just the one wrist first,” he says. “To get used to it.”

  I let him cuff me, each metallic click of it sending bolts of heat throughout my core.

  He slides his belt free and unzips his pants. “Ms. Payne,” he growls.

  My tongue twitches, salivating for him. I reach for him, hooking my fingers into the elastic liner of his briefs. He watches with lustful eyes as I pull them down to his thighs, exposing his hard cock. I open my mouth, wanting so badly to taste him again, but I take it slowly. I lick his tip, massaging it with several long strokes of my tongue as his fingers curl behind my neck.

  “Good girl,” he whispers with a heavy groan.

  He reaches into his jacket pocket again but whatever he withdraws is locked in his enclosed fist.

  “Lie back,” he says. “Head on the pillows. Spread your legs.”

  I slide his cock out of my mouth and nod. “Yes, Mr. Snow,” I say.

  He finishes undressing himself as I move, taking his jacket and shirt off and letting his pants fall to the floor. I lay against my pillows with open legs, just like he requested, and he towers beside the bed in nothing but his socks.

  “Hands above your head,” he says.

  I feel the handcuffs on my right wrist as I move them up to my headboard.

  “I’m going to restrain you now,” he says, his eyes on mine. “I’m the only one with the key. If you’re a good girl, you will be freed when I’m done with you. Do you understand?”

  I twitch, completely enthralled by the deep growl in his voice. “Yes,” I whisper.

  “You will have no control,” he adds. “You will submit to me completely. Body and mind. Do you understand?”

  Oh, hell yes.

  This is what I wanted. What I needed. A chance to give up control. No more orders or meetings or deadlines. Just a few damn hours to submit to someone else’s demands, just like Melanie said.

  I’m not the boss in here. He is.

  And it feels so fucking good.

  Twenty

  Nora

  I smile at Clive. “Yes, Mr. Snow.”

  His gaze glides down my body before he leans over and slips the cuffs around the bars of my headboard. He waits for a moment, softly staring into my eyes, giving me one last chance to back out. I do nothing.

  He closes the other cuff around my left wrist, locking them in place above my head.

  Clive climbs onto the bed and settles between my spread legs. I look down at our naked bodies, admiring his hard cock as it rests on my mound.

  He moves forward and balances on his arms above me. “Kiss me,” he says.

  I part my lips and raise my head to meet his mouth. It’s a soft, slow kiss, but full of heat and need. He massages our tongues together, turning me on even more. His cock presses harder against me. I want to satisfy him so badly. I want him to take me hard and fast but the look in his eyes tells me that he will make this last.

  As Clive sits back, my eyes rush down his body again. His sock has rolled down his right foot, revealing the skin beneath and my silent breath catches. A deep, jagged scar is carved up his calf above his ankle. Dark red and menacing. It’s a wonder he even walks at all.

  I pull my eyes away from it before he notices me staring. He sets his hands on my thighs and gazes down at me.

 
“Do you trust me?” he asks.

  I twist my wrists, locked in place, but I feel no nerves about it. I nod. “Yes, Mr. Snow.”

  He reaches for his water on the bedside table and takes a sip, widening his mouth to capture an ice cube between his teeth. He sets the glass down and turns back to me with squinting, devious eyes as he leans downward toward my breasts.

  I gasp slightly as Clive rolls the ice over my right nipple like a frozen tongue. My nipple piques and I chuckle as the melted water falls down my belly. He moves to my left nipple, performing the same slow circles until that one stands to hard attention as well.

  Clive drops the cube into my lap and leaves it there to melt. He pinches my nipples softly — at least, it feels that way.

  “Does that hurt?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “No pain at all?”

  “None.”

  Clive smirks and opens his fist, revealing the object from his pants pocket I already forgot about. Two metal pinchers with rubber tips connected together by a short chain.

  Nipple clamps.

  I tense up. He notices, of course.

  “I’m sorry—” I laugh. “I just have really sensitive nipples.”

  “Good,” he says, bringing one of the clamps close to my breasts.

  I recoil on impulse. “Wait, wait, wait—”

  “Nora, sit still.” He looks at me and that hard stare settles with sympathy. “I want to know your limits,” he says, leaning in. “Don’t you?”

  “Well, yeah, but—”

  “You’ll never know for sure unless you push yourself a little.” He kisses me again, soft and slow. “Right?”

  I swallow. “Right.”

  “Close your eyes,” he whispers. “Count to ten.”

  My eyes flutter closed as he gives me another sweet kiss.

  “Be a good girl for me,” he says, backing away.

  I inhale slowly. “One, two, three…”

  I have to relax. That was the whole point, right? Relax. Let go. Release the stress. Submit to Clive, let him guide me.

  “Six, seven…”

  It’s been working so far. Him and me. I feel amazing. Absolutely amazing. It’s the most satisfying relationship I’ve ever been in… and we haven’t even had sex yet.

  “Nine, ten.”

  I open my eyes to find Clive staring back at me. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.

  “There,” he says. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  I furrow my brow and look down. My nipples are clamped. I didn’t even feel it.

  “Whoa,” I whisper.

  Clive hooks a finger in the chain. “You’re numb,” he says. “You won’t feel everything but—”

  He gives the chain a light tug and I twinge with pain.

  “Ah!” I cry out and laugh at the same time.

  He smirks. “You’ll feel somethings.”

  “Won’t I gain feeling back soon?” I ask, exhaling the last bit of discomfort.

  “That’s part of the fun,” he says. “You’ll want to sit still and not move, but…”

  My lips twitch. “You’ll make that impossible.”

  Clive kisses me again. “Good girl.”

  He leans back onto his knees and lays his hands on my thighs again. My eyes fall to his erection, still as hard and ready as before. My tongue taps the roof of my mouth, remembering his taste.

  “You still in?” he asks, his hands gently rubbing my sides.

  I watch on pins and needles as his hands travel upward. “Uh-huh…” I murmur with suspicion.

  His hands move beneath the hanging chain and he rests his fingers along the curve of my breasts. He looks at me as he massages me gently, studying my face as I twitch. It doesn’t hurt — yet. But there’s a deep feeling of suspense — like he could rip the chain off at any second, but I know he won’t. Still, my body responds with heat, making my pussy throb as my eyes bounce to his cock yet again.

  “Is that what you want?” he asks, reading my every thought. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I quiver at the tone of his voice. Soothing and tender Clive is gone. This is Dom Clive, the one who expects me to obey... and beg.

  I want to say yes so badly but I know I’ll be in pain if he touches me again.

  He hooks an index finger under the chain. “Answer now.”

  “I don’t know,” I say, my voice shaking with the hope that he’ll drop that chain.

  “Why did you take so long to answer?” he asks, holding on. “When I ask you a question, I expect an immediate response.”

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Snow,” I say quickly. “I’m… conflicted.”

  “Why? You don’t want me to fuck you?”

  “I do…”

  “You do?”

  “Yes.”

  “How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

  I pause. “What?”

  Clive tugs the chain and I gasp. “You’re not allowed to ask me questions,” he says, growling. “If you have a question, you will request permission to ask it first.”

  “Mr. Snow, may I please ask a question?”

  He smiles, impressed. “Go ahead.”

  “… uh…” I go blank. “Crap, I forgot what I was gonna say.”

  His character breaks and he lets out a laugh before quickly flattening his lips again. “Ms. Payne…” he warns.

  I try not to laugh either. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

  “We’re having a very serious discussion right now,” he says.

  “Very serious,” I repeat, barely keeping it together.

  He flicks the chain and I wince at the new, piercing pain.

  “Ow…” I say.

  Clive stares at me, his bright eyes shifting dark, and I take a deep breath.

  “How long have you wanted me?” he asks me again.

  I swallow the last of my laugh. “Weeks,” I answer, truthfully.

  He pauses, his lips curling. “You wanted me before you ever set foot in Red Brick,” he says slowly. “Didn’t you?”

  I eye his finger still wrapped around the chain. “Yes,” I say.

  He sits still for what feels like forever before he rests the chain against my skin again. I exhale with relief, but the movement of my chest still makes the clamps pinch me harder. The more I move, the more it hurts. Every second a little more feeling comes back. A sweat breaks on my brow. I’m completely torn between fighting pain and receiving pleasure I’ve long ached for.

  “I wanted you, too.”

  I open my eyes and look up at him.

  Clive adjusts his position, taking hold of his cock in his right hand. “I like to watch you,” he begins. He guides his tip down toward my slit. “You walk with confidence and grace. Strength and poise, like nothing bothers you.” He rubs his tip between my folds, separating them to expose my throbbing clit. “I want to bend you over your fucking desk.”

  I sigh with pleasure, instantly imagining it.

  He rubs his tip along my clit. “I want to make you moan for me,” he says.

  Pleasure aches through me, forcing me to move and shake. It twinges my nipples, mixing delicious pain into it. I hate it and love it at the same time. I don’t want it to stop.

  Clive continues rubbing me with his dick, refusing to slow down. “I told myself, one of these days…” He chuckles. “I’ll fuck her brains out.”

  I moan, the tension building inside.

  “She’ll scream for me. Submit to me.”

  His fingers curl around the chain.

  “I’ll make her body feel things… she never thought were possible.”

  I cringe in agony but the pain doesn’t overrun my pleasure. It becomes it.

  “Mr. Snow,” I beg.

  He flicks his finger, bouncing the chain and gently pulling at my nipples. I moan louder, barely on the edge of climax. Every time I wince in pain, he focuses on my pleasure. He makes me feel both at once until I can hardly even tell the difference at all.

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sp; “Come for me, Ms. Payne,” he says, rubbing and flicking. “Be my good girl.”

  My body breaks in two, forced to obey. I dig my nails into my restraints as I cry out. My back arches. My toes curl. Every part of me shakes in orgasm. Tears spring to my eyes as pain takes me away.

  Clive lays one strong hand on my belly to hold me still. He takes his other hand and caresses my cheek. “Nora…” he whispers. “Have you had enough?”

  I don’t answer right away. I can’t, even though I try. He doesn’t scold me for it this time. He waits with a gentle gaze, genuinely concerned that he’s pushed me too far.

  I smile. “No.”

  He smiles back with a slight tilt to his head. “Are you sure?” he asks.

  “I’m sure,” I say, “Mr. Snow.”

  Clive leans down and crushes his lips on mine. I kiss him back, tilting my head to accept his tongue as it owns me.

  “Do you remember your safe word?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  His fingers curl around my hair. “I want you to use it,” he tells me, tilting my head back. “I want you to hold on...” He kisses me. Hard. “For as long as you can. Do you understand?”

  I nod. “Yes, Mr. Snow.”

  “Test your limits. Will you do that for me?”

  I quiver as the pleasure in my core fades and the pain in my breasts takes over. “I will,” I say.

  He leans upward and grips his hardness again. The tip grazes my sensitive clit, purposefully tapping me to remind me what he can do to me. He gazes at me, gently stroking himself as a bead of pre-cum seeps out of his tip.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he says, “just like you wanted me to. I’m going to use your body... just like I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you.”

  He grabs my waist and pulls me closer. I gasp with need. My cuffs stretch taut and my chest heaves. He pushes his dick down to my entrance, pressing the tip into place.

  “You’re mine, Ms. Payne,” he growls. “Say it.”

  “I’m yours,” I say, my voice breaking.

  He thrusts in slowly. My mouth sags open as he fills me. He doesn’t stop until he can’t go anymore and his pubic bone presses into mine. I take a breath, almost forgetting to breathe all over again.

  Clive eyes me, his face contorted with pleasure and greed. “Your cunt is so tight,” he says.