by Amy Valenti
God Lexie, what are you getting yourself into, she asked herself.
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There was no way in hell the woman standing in front of him, her eyes surveying the room with a mix of awe and terror, had ever been in a dungeon before, but a mixture of intimidation, excitement and determination were evident in those emerald green eyes of hers; she wanted to prove to him that he was wrong about her, though he knew he wasn't. But that was okay; he was going to enjoy having some playtime with the fiery little red-head and once he had her to the point where she was begging him to stop, he would relieve the ache in his cock and fuck her to exhaustion. Then he'd find out who she really was and what in the hell she was doing there. She wanted to play games – fair enough.
But first things first. What was he going to do with her?
His first thought was the cross. He could spread her wide, bind her and have his way with every inch of her body. His dick jerked at the idea but after some consideration, he decided against it. He could start with a good spanking, reddening her ass until it matched her hair. No, that was no good either. His eyes came to rest on the suspension set-up and an idea began to formulate in his mind.
Reclining against the wall with his hands thrust into his front pockets, he watched her explore the room. "Lexie," he called out to her and she immediately looked at him, turning her body to face him full-on. "Take off your clothing. I want to see you."
Her already fair complexion paled and indecision flashed in her eyes. Yes, there was no way in hell she'd ever been a sub before.
"Now," his tone was firm and spurred her into compliance. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her dress and slowly and with hesitation pulled it down, revealing a red satin corset covering generous breasts. Her face reddened to a flattering pink hue as he watched her. His cock hardened - painfully hard - as she lowered the dress down to her waist, over her hips, and then let it drop to the floor, revealing the matching satin thong underneath.
"Very nice," he growled his approval, motioning with his finger for her to turn around. "Let me see you for a moment, as you are, before you remove the remainder."
Her green eyes widened, but she nodded and began to slowly turn so his eyes could feast on her stunning, compact body from every angle. When she had done a complete three-hundred and sixty degree turn, she stopped and stared up at him. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, making him yearn to either kiss her or thrust his aching cock past her glossed lips and into her mouth - he couldn't decide which.
Stalking over to her, he cupped the side of her face in his hand and frowned when she trembled at his touch. He wasn't sure if the trembling came from fear of him or desire. He assumed it was most likely both and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that, either. "You are to refer to me as Master or Sir. Are we clear?"
She nodded and his frown deepened. She was so green and had so much to learn, which spurred the question as to why she was here in the first place. It was a damned good thing he was a patient man.
"If you do not answer when I speak to you or ask you a question, you will be punished. Now tell me: are you clear on this?" Her green eyes widened at the threat of being punished, which amused him, but he kept his expression hard.
She began to nod and stopped herself. "Y-yes... Sir."
"Better. Now turn around." She did as ordered and turned her back to him.
He gently pushed her hair out of the way and slowly unzipped the back of her corset, letting it fall to the floor. He kissed the back of her neck and she trembled against him, a soft moan-like sigh escaping her lips. Vince smiled as he continued with a string of kisses, making his way slowly down her back, loving the sound of her soft moans of pleasure and anticipation.
Once he reached her lower back, he hooked his thumbs into the string of her panties and gave it a tug, pulling it down and letting it drop to the floor at her feet. He considered the boots but, despite the fact the poor girl could barely walk in them, they looked so fucking hot on her that he left them - for now.
"Spread your legs."
"Yes, Master," she replied promptly and widened her stance.
Good girl.
He placed another chaste kiss on her lower back and then swiped his index finger along the length of her slit, pleased to see how wet she was for him already. She gasped and her body tensed. He stroked her again and this time her body began to move with his finger, her needy pussy demanding more.
"Turn to face me," he ordered as he straightened back up and took a step back from her.
"Yes, Master." She turned and he was given his first glimpse of the front half of her stunning, nude body.
He loved the curve of her hips, the plumpness of her breasts and large pink nipples; his eyes were especially keen on the sight of the thin landing strip of red hair between her legs. Fuck, he loved redheads! He had no idea where she came from and at that moment didn't give a fuck; she was his treat.
Vince nodded his head in appreciation. "Very nice." He was going to seriously enjoy seeing her come over and over by his hand.
Chapter 4
Vince was eyeing her naked body so intently that she wasn't sure whether she was embarrassed or turned on by his stare. When he said "very nice" in that sexy, deep voice of his, it was nearly her undoing. She wanted to peel off his clothing and see for herself how magnificent his naked body would be. It was killing her to do nothing, but she managed to convince herself to wait for his next command.
"Sir?" Was it bad that she was impatient? She could feel the evidence of her arousal slowly dripping down her inner thighs. She had already been on edge so when he had slipped his finger between her legs, gathering her juices, she'd nearly come undone right then and there. His intent stare was driving her to near insanity, but perhaps that was the idea.
He smiled down at her, cupping her cheek in his palm. His thumb traced her lower lip and by instinct she nipped at it, sucking it into her mouth. His breath hitched and his eyes grew darker. She swirled her tongue around his thumb, teasing.
Pulling his thumb from her mouth, he took a menacing step towards her. Instinctively, she took a step back, keeping a solid foot between their bodies. His jaw clenched and she immediately knew she shouldn't have stepped back. Was he going to punish her? If so, then how? A mixture of fear and excitement rushed through her as she thought of all the things he could possibly do to her.
He took one more step, but this time she held her ground, allowing him to close all distance between them. Vince grabbed her ass in his hands and pulled her pelvis up tight against his; she could feel the ridge of his long, thick, erect cock, straining to be freed from his pants. Oh God, she wanted it!
She knew she should be leaving as quickly as her boots from hell could take her, but she couldn't. She didn't want to. She wanted this and, when all was said and done, she knew she could blame her actions on wanting the story. But, in actuality, she wanted this. She wanted him.
"I'm not sure what I want more, Lexie... To play with you, or fuck you until you're too weak and sore to stand."
Oh my God! For the hundredth time since the elevator ride, she wondered what in the hell she was doing here, with him, naked and moments away from being at his complete mercy. Was she insane? She had to be, but her body was craving him, demanding she stay and learn what he was about to show her.
He walked her backwards a few more steps and she found herself under a steel bar with cuffs hanging from it. She knew then what he had planned for her and a rush of fear raced through her. If she allowed what he apparently had in mind to happen, she'd be his and helpless to stop it. She pushed down the fear as the ache between her legs reminded her of how much she needed this.
"What's the safe word you want to use, Lexie?" he asked, grabbing her wrist and raising her arm over her head to secure the leather cuff around it.
Lexie let out a ragged breath. "I... I don't know."
Grabbing her other wrist, he lifted it over her head and secured that one as well. Once done, he gave
her a sly smile. "Being that you are no virgin when it comes to this kind of play, I would have thought you would have one in mind?"
The son-of-a-bitch is toying with me! Without meaning to, her eyes narrowed and she glared up at him. A new rush of insecurities ran through her and she strained in earnest against her binds.
He raised a questioning brow at her, his grin widening. "Would you like me to release you? Don't want to play after all?"
The stubbornness within her reared its head again and she lifted her chin defiantly. "I was just making sure they were secure... Master," she could hear the condescension in her tone, but she didn't care.
Instead of being angered, he laughed hard and loud. "You are a fiery little one. I have to admire that."
"You haven't seen the half of it, Sir," her defiant nature was in overdrive now, and she was helpless to stop it.
He stepped up to her and began to trace, pinch and roll her nipples between his finger tips. Lexie closed her eyes and moaned loudly as short jolts of pleasure rushed through her from his expert touch. As they hardened he became rougher, pinching harder, until she winced and the pleasure turned to pain. Noticing her discomfort, he immediately stopped.
He leaned into her, his mouth at her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "When you are in here with me. You. Are. Mine."
The meaning behind his words was perfectly clear. She was at his mercy, to do with as he pleased. The thought excited her more than she knew it should.
"Now, give me a safe word, Lexie, or this ends now."
A part of her wanted to take that statement as an opportunity to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible, but she couldn't. Deep down, she didn't want to. Deep down, she wanted this. She wanted to lose control and feel what it was like to be powerless and under the command of such a wickedly sexy and powerful man.
Lexie spoke the first word to come to mind. "Apple, Sir."
He nodded. "Apple it is."
Vince turned from her and grabbed an adjustable steel bar that had been hanging on the wall, cuffs on either end. She knew it to be a spreader bar. He hurried back to her and dropped to one knee, placing the bar between her legs, cuffing her ankles. He then adjusted the width until she felt a burning sensation in the muscles of her inner thighs and the coolness of the room brushed against her fully exposed, moist pussy. Lastly, Vince attached thin chains from the bottom of the suspension rack to the spreader between her legs, so that she was now in a full “X” position. He secured it so that she was virtually unable to move.
Vince stepped back and examined his handy work, rubbing his chin in thought as his eyes roamed up and down her body. Desire coursed through her from the intensity of his stare. Her eyes fell to his groin, and to the large bulge beneath his pants. What would she need to endure to finally feel him inside her?
Once his eyes finished their travels, he gave her an appreciative smile. His hand cupped her mound, and he slipped two fingers deep into her. She cried out from the sudden invasion.
He stepped closer to her, his lips grazing the side of her neck. "Ohhhh. So nice and tight, Lexie."
A tremor rocked through her body and she attempted to buck against his hand, but she was strung up too securely. All she could do was endure as his fingers stroked her inner wall, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through her, each one more intense than the last.
"Please," she managed to sigh, closing her eyes and giving in to the sensations flowing through her. It was good, so good, and she was rapidly coming towards her first orgasm of the night.
"Open your eyes."
She complied, her lust-filled eyes fluttering open to meet his. Their gazes locked. Her stomach clenched and her body felt like it was a coil, seconds away from springing loose. She moaned loudly, fighting the urge to close her eyes again and give herself to the pleasure.
"You're close," Vince whispered against her mouth, his lips grazing hers.
"Yes, Sir," she murmured. Oh-so-close. Seconds away. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, preparing to release. Just as she was about to hit the peak, he pulled his fingers from her and stepped back. Disappoint rushed through her. "Please, Sir!"
He gave her a devilish smile and shook his head. "Not yet."
Oh dear God! She groaned inwardly. It was evident that he planned on torturing her. Her stomach was aching slightly from the denied orgasm and her pussy throbbed. Lexie clenched her fists, taking a few deep breaths in and releasing them slowly, attempting to simmer the fire within.
Finally, what she'd been waiting for was happening and excitement reared up within her once more as Vince pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it onto the floor. He then undid the button and zipper on his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His boxer briefs came swiftly after them.
Another rush of anticipation raced through her, as she peered upon his magnificent body. His shoulders were broad, his torso lean, and his cock stood thick and proud, a drop of pre-cum shimmering on the tip. Oh, how she longed to wrap her lips around the head of his cock and lick the pre-cum from the tip.
"It is to your satisfaction?" He smirked.
"Oh yes!" She licked her lips as her eyes admired his glorious cock.
He strolled up to her and captured her chin in his hand, raising her eyes to meet his. "Where do you want me to fuck you, Lexie?" His thumb traced her lower lip. “Here?”
Lexie held her breath to keep from moaning as his finger slowly made its way between her breasts, down her stomach and then even lower, between her legs. He ran his finger between her heated, wet folds. "Here?" He then walked around her and then stepped up behind her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back tight to him, his cock pressed against her rear. "Or your ass?"
"Anywhere," she whispered as she let her head fall back against his chest. "Please Sir, fuck me." And she meant it. All she knew was that she needed release - soon. How she got that release was of no consequence to her.
"Such an anxious one," he whispered in her ear, sending a chill down her spine as he slipped an arm around her and cupped her mound. Slipping two fingers between her pussy lips, he stroked her from her anus to her clit, taking time to pinch and roll her clit between his fingers with each pass.
She closed her eyes and moaned loudly.
"So many choices," he murmured, kissing the back of her neck while continuing to torture her clit. She was in agony; she needed to move, to press back against him and move against his hand, but she couldn't. His thick dick slipped its way between her soft folds, teasing her.
"My God, Vince!" she cried out. Her body was on edge once more; all she needed was for him to thrust that beautiful shaft into her and her agony would be over.
Vince immediately stepped away from her, again leaving her with a feeling of emptiness and longing - both physically and emotionally. He walked around to face her. He ran his index finger along her collarbone and she whimpered. Even the slightest touch from him was turning her nearly insane with need. The evidence of her arousal was uncomfortably pooling between her legs and sliding down her inner thighs.
"Normally, I would punish you for using my name in here. But..." he stepped closer to her, his lips grazing the side of her neck while his fingers palmed and massaged her mound. "This cunt of yours is so tight, I need to fuck it now, so punishment will have to wait."
Oh thank God! Her joy over the idea of finally having him in her and getting the relief she needed so desperately was so intense it almost brought tears to her eyes.
Vince crouched down and kissed her stomach, then moved lower, making Lexie's body tremble. He glanced up, capturing her eyes with is own while spreading the lips of her pussy with his fingers, exposing her clit to him. His warm breath teased her swollen clit and she moaned loudly, letting her head fall backwards, her long scarlet curls cascading down her back.
He chuckled softly as his tongue gingerly flicked her clit and as she moaned a second time; he took it fully between his lips and sucked. This became her undoing; she screamed
out as over and over she came and wave upon wave crashed through her body, exploding between her legs. She'd never had an orgasm so intense and consuming as she was having at that moment. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she attempted to gain control of herself and her trembling body. Vince finally released her clit and began to unbuckle her ankles.
Once he had released her legs, she found that they had turned to jelly and was grateful that her arms were tethered to the overhead rail; she would certainly have fallen to her knees otherwise.
"Hold onto me when I free you."
Lexie nodded and he undid the first cuff. She immediately wrapped her free arm around his neck, leaning onto him for support. When he undid the second, she literally fell into him. Swooping down, Vince picked her up and carried her over to a red padded table.
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Vince couldn't have waited another moment to bury himself deep into her warm core if he had wanted to. She was tight. Way too tight to be a sub. Hell, she was practically a virgin which made him wonder for the umpteenth time since he had met her why she was there to begin with, especially donning a T5S badge.
"I want you on your stomach, holding onto the bar at the end of the table." Vince set her onto the bench and she quickly got into position. The table was slanted at a forty-five degree angle, so her pussy was titled up and positioned perfectly for penetration. He gave her moist, needy pussy a quick slap and she yelped, but as he gently caressed the area he'd just slapped, she began to moan softly and move against his hand. Considering how worked up he was and the physically painful throbbing in his cock, he anticipated this first time fucking her was going to be fast and rough.
