by Harlem Dae
“Put your arms out, hold onto the door,” he said, guiding my hands to the metal squares. “That’s it, now step back, until the chain is tight.”
I did as he’d asked. When my elbows were locked, the chain was at full stretch, elongating my nipples so they were slender and shouting loudly to my nerves about their abuse.
“Oh, yeah,” he breathed into my ear. “Perfect, just as I’d dreamed of seeing you. Fuck, that’s what almost made me come at work, thinking of you like this. Caged, owned by my chain, at my mercy. Fucking hell, Isabella, you’re so damn good at this, why do you deny it?”
“Deny what?” I panted.
“That you are a sub. Jesus, look at you. Could you be any more controlled, subservient, compliant to my demands?”
“I just want you to fuck me,” I said, a sob bubbling up as I let my head hang low. “Please, fuck me, hard, while my tits are like this, please.”
“Please what?” He ran his hands down my back, drifted them over my arse then up my front, my stomach, my ribs, around to my shoulders. “Please, what?” He gave my right buttock a stinging slap.
“Ah…” I jerked forwards then backwards. The slice of pain mixed with the darts of agony my movements had created in my nipples.
“Say it,” he snarled. “Dear God, say it or I swear I will fucking walk away now. Leave you here like this.”
He wouldn’t. Surely not? He had a hard-on that could rival a piece of timber and I could practically smell the need coming from him.
“Say it. Say I’m your Master and you are my sub, that you will obey me, come only when told to, perform whatever I desire of you in return for me giving you pleasure of the extreme variety and protecting and caring for you.”
“Yes, whatever…ah, bloody hell!”
He’d coiled his hand into my hair, dragged my head up so I was looking at the ceiling of the cage. “You should know that I am a fair Master,” he said hotly against my neck. “But I will not finish this scene, in here, with you, unless you admit to what is buried deep within you.”
“Sir…” I panted, each breath generating new shards of pain in my breasts. “I have nothing buried within me.”
“I can see it as plain as day.” He kissed my ear noisily, then down my neck. “You’re a pain slut, yes, but when you call me Sir, your pupils go wide from your excitement. You obey orders like a professional when you forget to be subordinate, and my God…” He paused, ran his fingers down the crack of my arse and found my pussy. “Has anyone else ever got you this wet without fucking you? Just teasing you a bit, ordering you around?”
“No, Sir, I don’t think so, Sir.”
He spread my moisture—he was right, I was sodden with need.
“It’s just a few words, that’s all I ask,” he said. “And those words will stay here, in this cage, when we leave. But they need to be said, my lovely Isabella, so let them fall from your lips. You’ll be surprised how right they feel.”
He ground his cock onto the cleft of my arse again. Cunning bastard. How could I risk not getting that dick inside me? It was a no-brainer.
“Yes,” I said. “You’re right, you are my Master and I am your sub.” I paused, hardly believing I was saying something I’d refused to entertain in the past. “And…”
“And you will obey me.” He slid into my pussy with two, maybe three fingers.
“And, oh, yes, I…I will obey you, and come only when you say…”
“Good girl. Nearly there.”
He caught my clit with his thumb, and I had to lock my knees to stay standing. It was as though my nipples were attached to my pussy and could generate their own orgasm. Had I been wired differently from other people? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to complain, it was bloody lovely.
“Stay with me,” he snapped. “What else?”
Think, brain, think. “Oh, yes, I will do whatever you desire and know that you will look after me…please, Sir…”
“I suppose that will have to do for now.” He bit my neck—a sharp nip that I was sure would leave teeth marks. “Though if you were my sub outside of this cage, you would be whipped for having such a lack of conviction in your tone. I don’t like to not be believed, especially when I say I will protect and care for you.”
My face was wet with tears. His words were registering, but I would take them out later and sift through them. Right now I just needed him to fuck me until breathing was the only other thing that mattered.
Suddenly it was there, his cock, nudging at my entrance.
“Don’t worry, I’m wearing,” he whispered. “Spread your legs a little more. In fact, put your foot up on the side of the cage. That’s it, good girl.”
He gripped my hips. I was aware of him curling his pelvis under, getting ready for a deep, determined plunge. I squeezed my eyes shut, kept my elbows fixed so my nipples were ravaged by the clamps, and held my breath.
The few seconds he teased me were as torturous as the misery stick had been. But finally, at last, he plunged in. It was a smooth ride that stretched me blissfully.
A cry escaped my lips.
“Shh.” He pressed his palm over my mouth. “Keep it quiet.”
Oh, what a request. The secure hold he had on me was abusing my nipples further. I dreaded to think what inflamed state they’d be in tomorrow. Wearing a bra would be a bittersweet reminder of this moment.
“Keep it quiet, but come when you want to. We haven’t got time for a lazy ride to orgasm.”
He was clever with his hands. While he was holding my face with one, over my mouth—a gesture that was feeling spine-tinglingly possessive—he pinched my clit with the other. He grasped it the same way the clamps had a hold of my nipples.
I was folding in on myself, whether he’d given me permission or not. My climax was there, building spectacularly, better than ever before, so it seemed.
He was fucking me, but not wildly, the cage couldn’t take it. His in-out movements were slow, controlled, but good and deep. It was my clit, the pinch he had on it, that was taking me there, so fast, rapidly… I held my breath and my whole body shook as the final seconds toward release weakened my bones.
He held me up, gripped me to him, and I came. Freed all that tension, let the pain and pleasure own me, seize me, take me where I needed to go.
My groan was muffled, so was his as he shot his climax into me. I was aware of his shaft pulsing, my pussy contracting around it in synchrony.
We fitted together so well, our bodies like two pieces of a puzzle slotting in. Thank goodness we’d been brave enough to see if our contours matched.
“Ah, sub, so good, you do that so good to me, yeah, keep hugging me with your beautiful pussy,” he whispered against my neck.
His words made me glow, and I purposefully clenched my pussy around him.
“Oh, Jesus.” His knees seemed to give a little and he held me all the tighter, pulling those chains.
I moaned, dropped my head back and wished that the moment could last and last.
“You’re fucking awesome,” he said breathlessly, releasing my mouth. “And so damn dangerous.”
“Yes, yes, I am. So are you…” I pulled in a deep breath and leaned forward, lessening the grip on my nipples. Instantly the pain changed. It flooded me with heat, the sting of sensation blurring my vision.
“You okay?” he asked, stilling.
“I think so.”
“I’m going to let go of your clit now. You might want to brace yourself.”
I nodded and curled my fingers tighter around the metal.
He moved his hand and his cock from my pussy.
I let my leg fall back to the floor as blistering heat lashed through my pelvis. “Ah, ah, oh, Jesus,” I moaned.
“I’ve got you, I’m here.” He molded himself to my back, arms tight around my waist.
I gave in to the weakness in my legs and spine and allowed him to support me entirely. The final tremors of my orgasm had been brought to life again, spasming through m
e with the pain of him liberating my clit. I’d never known anything like it.
What Gabriel had given me was exquisite and unique on so many levels.
Chapter Four
Gabriel adjusted his trousers after zipping himself away. “This is going to hurt,” he said. “Clamps coming off tend to sting a bit. But stings don’t seem to bother you.”
“Sting? It’ll more than sting, but like you said, it won’t bother me.”
With my cunt still pulsing, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d had another orgasm when my nipples were freed. I was still coming down from the one I’d just had, the sensations a low buzz now, but who knew? With that extra snap of pain…
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
He raised his hands, taking hold of each clamp between fingers and thumbs. Swiftly, he pressed, took them off my nipples, then let them go. They clanged against the cage, a tinny, tinkling sound, and as I bit my lip to control the renewed agony, I looked down to see them swinging on the chain. I was amazed at how something so small could create such pleasure. My pussy throbbed with my need to have another orgasm.
“All right, sub?” he asked.
I stopped biting my lip. “Yes. Yes, I’m all right, Sir.”
“Good.”
He flattened his palms to my breasts and massaged them in slow circles, easing the pain. I panted, the stimulation threatening to set me off again. If he massaged just a little harder…
“My, you’re a greedy girl, just like I said.” He kissed the shell of my ear. “But I think you’ve had enough. Any more and you’ll be wrung out. I know you love pain, but too much of it in one session… No, I’ll not be giving you any more.”
I tipped my head back, resting it on him, wishing he’d pinch my nipples, give them a wrenching twist so I could lose myself in pleasure again.
“You have no clue how sexy you look, do you?” he asked. “If you could see yourself like I can…” He paused, then, “Isabella…”
Him saying my name like that—no one had ever said it that way, breathy yet firm and so full of meaning. Meaning I didn’t fully understand, but I hoped it was what I thought it was. That we could maybe go somewhere, perhaps have a relationship. I’d found a man who knew exactly what I wanted and how to give it to me. And his romantic gesture with the paper flower—he wasn’t just a pain-giver. There were sides to him I really wanted to discover, every facet, every slant, every hidden shadow he’d perhaps never been able to show anyone before.
“My name,” I said, closing my eyes and relaxing, loving him kneading my breasts, just being there, someone to take care of me. “You make it sound so sexy.”
“It is sexy, I’ve told you that before. And it suits you. Matches you perfectly.” He kissed my neck. “Like you match me.”
Oh, God, he knew how to flick my switches.
“I want to take you home,” he said quietly.
“But I have my car, there’s no need.” I smiled, my lips moving slowly. I felt as though I was dreaming, floating on a cloud that contained everything that was right in my world. “And by the look of you when you arrived here, I’d say you walked, so it should be me taking you home.”
“I didn’t mean that, Isabella.”
I frowned then caught on to what he’d really been saying. “Oh. Well, I…”
“What, you weren’t expecting me to want to see you in that way? In my home? In my bed?”
“I thought… I just thought we were playing.” My heart tripped over itself. “That we’d just got together for a bit of play.”
“My flower, didn’t that tell you anything?” He moved his hands from my breasts, smoothed them down my belly to cup my mound. “I don’t just want this”—he pressed his hands into me, jerked me back so he held me as close as he could get me—“I want to get to know you. Wine you. Dine you. Everything.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say so remained quiet, my mind spinning with possibilities. What he was offering was more than I’d expected, more than my fantasies had contained. Yes, I’d hoped that meeting a stranger would turn into something more, but I’d never quite allowed myself to skip off into the sunset with him while I’d daydreamed. The idea had lingered, but to actually think about it to its conclusion? No, I’d never done that.
“Would that be something you’d want? Do you even like being wined and dined? I know you said, when you saw my little picture on that petal, that you’d have said yes to that invitation if I’d dropped the flower into your lap, but you could have just been being polite.” He eased off on the pressure but still kept his hands on my pussy. “I drew those pictures because, well, that’s what I’d like to happen. What I’d thought about happening. But if you’re not into that, we could do other things.”
So he’d allowed his daydreams of me to go further. He’d wanted more right from the start. That had to mean something, didn’t it? That maybe he was the kind of man who loved relationships?
“Like what?” I wanted to know what he was prepared to do, how far he was prepared to go if we got together. It would give me an idea of what he enjoyed too, and whether we’d be compatible.
“I don’t know. Go for walks, go to the cinema. Sit on the back row munching popcorn—among other things… Maybe, if you’re into that kind of thing, we could visit a museum. I don’t know who you are, and I’d like to find out.”
I smiled wider. “I like it all. Meals out, although not all the time—I’m not high maintenance—and the cinema, everything you said. I’ve already told you I get bored easily.”
He dipped a finger into my folds then circled my clit so lightly it was as though he was barely making contact. “Yes, I worried when you told me that last time. That I wouldn’t be able to keep you happy.”
I turned to face him, burying my face into the crook of his neck and wrapping my arms around his waist. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t give it a try. You know, seeing each other more regularly. Not just for sex. I’m willing if you are.”
“Fuck yes, I’m willing.”
Those words sent a tendril of warmth through me that spread to a full-blown hot flush. Life had a strange and wonderful way of working out. I’d been alone, deep down wishing for exactly this. I’d gone to catch my train, telling myself I’d indulge in a little fun and enjoy it while it lasted, providing I could find someone to play with. I’d wanted to see my stranger again, but for things to have come to this so quickly? My head reeled with how swiftly this had all happened.
He cupped my arse cheeks, and I moved my hands up, flattened my palms on his back, settling my fingertips on the bottom of his shoulder blades. I had so much to discover with him, the dips and rises of his body, the time to explore him fully instead of just the visuals while he administered pain to me. I wanted to touch, to massage, to stroke, to…oh, everything.
Something clanked in the main storage area, and I jumped, lifting my head and staring up at him. My pulse thudded in my throat and my mouth went dry. A thrill zipped through my body at the thought of getting caught like this, me in nothing but a pair of crotchless knickers and long, sexy boots and standing in a cage.
He mouthed “Shh!” and I held my breath, as though if someone had come into our secret hiding place they would have heard me breathing. Another sound, that of flapping—the swing doors opening then closing?—and the shuffling of footsteps. Whoever it was walked briskly for a few steps and began to drag something, perhaps a large box. The doors flapped again and silence reigned.
I released my breath, my heartbeat thunderous, crashing around my body and leaving me feeling weak. Resting my cheek against his chest again, I snuggled into him.
“We should leave,” Gabriel said, stroking my back and touching his chin on the top of my head. “So, what do you say? Will you come home with me? I mean, take me home then stay?”
I thought about what the time might be and how tired the morning would see me. I’d have to get through a work day on little to no sleep.
“Do you have to go to work in a few hours?” I asked.
“Of course, but then so do you, don’t you?”
“Not if I’m ill I don’t. And my other fantasy—it involves daylight, a serious element of being caught…”
He laughed quietly. “And this situation doesn’t? Christ, what on earth do you have planned next? And I see where you’re going with this. Pulling a sickie, the pair of us ducking off work to indulge in more play. You could get a man into trouble, you know.” He kissed the top of my head. “Tell me this other fantasy.”
I smiled again. “You might not be daring enough to go for this one.”
“You’ll never know unless you sound me out.” He laughed softly. “And if I’m bold enough to fuck you in a supermarket cage at night… Go on, tell me.”
“We’d pretend we were strangers again—that’s a must. I’d see you in town. We’d have eye contact and just know what was going to happen. There’s this alley—you know the one between Millets and that phone shop? We’d go down there. No one else uses it much, not that I’ve seen anyway, but there’s another little alley off it. Quite narrow and long and it leads nowhere. It’s bricked off at the end. I want you to fuck me against that wall.”
He drew in a deep breath. “I know exactly where you mean. So let me get this straight. You want to be fucked down an alley that’s full of rubbish, other people’s crap like empty Coke cans and whatnot? In a moldy-looking place?”
“That’s exactly right.” I wanted seedy. I wanted to stand among discarded newspapers and Burger King wrappers. I wanted…filthy pain.
“You’re something else,” he said. “But I love your way of thinking.”
I sighed out my relief that he did. “So we’ll go back to your place then? And I’ll have nothing to wear except the clothes I have here. I’ll look like a tramp, which is exactly how it should be, and you’ll wear your suit, won’t you? Your tie? I want you to bind my hands with it. The red one, it has to be the red one.”
