Woman In Chains

by Bridget Midway

  “Do I have to repeat myself?”

  She didn’t bother to look at his expression. His rumbling voice said it all. She shook her head and darted to the corner, stripping off her T-shirt and pants in the trek.

  At the heavy piece of furniture, she faced it, keeping her back to him. Standing this way would only buy her a few seconds before he would demand that she turn around and face him. She just needed time to steel her nerves.

  She licked her dry lips and prayed in her head. If only he knew the anguish Master Blade had put her through. He hadn’t just played with her breasts. He’d tortured her. It had taken every bit of her determination not to crumble under his firm hand. She’d shown him on more than one occasion that she could be tough. With Dak, she couldn’t be sure if she could last through an intense treatment.

  She swallowed and stared up. In her mind she prayed that a bolt of lightning would stream down from the sky and split the center of her skull.

  “Turn around, Rebekah.”

  Dak’s voice sounded so close, she imagined that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, something that made her shiver in her spot. She pivoted, but kept her gaze down to the floor, staring at his large, booted feet.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  As her gaze rose, she let her stare trail up the silver chain that he held. At his hands, she swallowed down her dusty, dry throat again. Her gaze fixed on his hands fisting the chain. When he spoke again, she broke from her trance.

  “Take a step back and raise your hands.” He hung the chain over the back of his neck, waiting for her to comply.

  She did so with guarded reluctance. He took seconds to secure her to the cross.

  “You’re losing your touch, Rebekah.”

  She brought her attention to him, staring into his eyes.

  “I half-expected you to fight me on this. Are you trusting me more?” He strapped the other wrist to the cross.

  “Maybe I’m just afraid of you.”

  Every man had a dark side. And every Dom had a sadistic streak. Just because Dak had hands that felt like they possessed her whenever he’d touched her, and he made love like a fiend, she couldn’t let him into her heart. He could do whatever he wanted to her exterior. Her interior, her heart, and soul, she would keep guarded at all times.

  Fathers were supposed to love their children, protect their wives and children, put their daughters on pedestals. Not Rebekah’s. Boyfriends weren’t supposed to lie and cheat. Not Rebekah’s. Doms weren’t supposed to be horrible hybrids of the two previous categories. Yet Master Blade fit the role of bad father and horrible boyfriend.

  Dak didn’t fit into any category, and yet somehow he’d wormed his way into her heart.

  “I don’t believe that you’re afraid of me.” Dak tugged on the restraints and wiggled his index finger in between the cuff and her hand to make sure she had enough room. “If you’re afraid of me, then you would have used your safe word. And if you really felt threatened, then you would have used the self-defense move I taught you, right?”

  She blinked and shook her head. “A slave doesn’t need to protect herself against her Dom.”

  “Bullsh—uh, baloney. If a Dom or Domme is taking the play too far, and you’ve said the safe word and he still won’t stop, sometimes you need to protect yourself.” Dak loomed over her, staring directly into her eyes. “You can be a submissive and not be vulnerable, understand?” When she didn’t answer, he cocked his head. “Right?”

  After a deep breath, she said, “Yes, Master Dak.”

  He retreated to his bag of tricks on the other side of the room. As he rifled through the bag, Rebekah felt safe to talk.

  “I enjoyed what we did during breakfast.” Recalling the event, she shifted her weight from one side to the other to try and douse the fire igniting at the apex of her thighs. “And lunch was great, too. You tasted good.”

  He returned to her carrying rope and something that looked like a remote control for a toy car or something. Then to set the mood, he lit a candle next to her.

  He held up the remote, which she now saw had two metal prongs jutting forward. “Have you ever done electrical play before?”

  With that inquiry, she tried pulling her wrists through the straps to leave. Electrical play to her meant she would be standing in a small pool of water while Dak would get his jollies shocking her until she passed out. The one time Master Blade threatened to do electrical play on her, he described that scenario.

  Her fingers brushed against the panic clips.

  “This Sla—uh, I don’t think I can handle electrical play, Sir.” She curved her back so that it now touched the cross.

  In a move that made her heart pound—and not out of fear—Dak cupped her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I am not Master Blade.”

  He must have heard her slip and use the moniker she’d been using with Master Blade. After so many strides forward, she’d reverted to the safety of what she knew, good or bad.

  Dak held up the device in front of her face. “This emits static electricity. You may jump at first when it touches you. Overall, I think you’ll like the feeling.”

  To prove its safety, he turned on the device, allowing it to snap and pop before her eyes. Then he dragged the device over his forearm. Although he initially flinched just like he’d warned, his face and countenance both seemed to relax.

  He removed the device from his arm. “There are two settings. One is a steady static electricity stream.” He held it up to her and initiated it. “The next is a pulsating rhythm.” To prove his point, he clicked a button on the side of it, and the steady buzzing sound quickly turned into an alternating popping sound. “Look at me.”

  Harnessing her nerves, she stared into his eyes as he held the controller by her wrist. With the flick of his thumb, he turned it on, setting it on the slow, steady rhythm.

  As soon as he touched the prongs to her skin, she yelped. In response, he snaked his hand to the back of her head and pressed his forehead to hers as though trying to absorb any of her discomfort. In this position, he trailed the static generating device to her shoulder and stopped at her clavicle.

  “How does it feel?” His nose brushed against hers.

  Before answering, she tried corralling her panting breath. Looking into his eyes should have helped, but didn’t. She gripped the handles within her wrist restraints.

  “Different,” she finally said. “It’s like you have electricity flowing through your fingers.”

  He smiled. “I do. I thought you knew that.” He slipped his hand from behind her head.

  He did the same move to her other arm, dragging the electrical device from her bare wrist to her shoulder. Her sensitive flesh forced her to wince and jump at the connection. With each pass, the charge awakened her nerves as though pulling them up to the surface.

  He continued coasting the prongs over her arms and chest. When he asked her to tilt her head forward to get the back of her neck, she obliged. Once she got used to the feeling, it warmed her insides. Her legs shook. In order for her to continue standing, she stood with her knees as far back as possible.

  So far Dak only moved the gadget over her arms and chest, never venturing down lower. For that, Rebekah felt a wave of relief wash over her. Master Blade hadn’t given a damn about her fears. Then again, she hadn’t given a damn about herself enough to make him stop.

  Dak clicked off the machine and took a couple of steps back from her. “I’m going to try something.”

  Staring at him, she nodded. He strolled back to his bag. Now she wondered what he could be getting. So far he’d surprised her with the electrical play. She never figured him to be that versed in BDSM. With Dak living out in the country, she assumed his expertise had been limited to caning, spanking, and whipping.

  With his back to her, Dak removed his T-shirt and tossed it outside of the cell where it landed on the floor. She admired his wide, smooth back. She did notice a few long scars across his shoul
der. Maybe the hard Dom hadn’t always been a hard Dom after all. Perhaps in another life, he served as a submissive or as a slave himself.

  She shook her head. As much as it tickled her to imagine him at the receiving end of a good ass whipping, she couldn’t imagine him being anyone’s submissive.

  He marched to her. What he held in his hand scared her more than the static device itself. A long, red scarf dangled from his hand. Her stomach ached at the idea of how he would be using it.

  “You have to learn to have trust for the Dom who is playing with you, not necessarily just the Dom or Domme who owns you.” He held up the scarf. “Once you’re owned, if you go to a play party, you might get played with by someone other than your own Dom or Domme. If you can’t trust the person who owns you to not put you in harm’s way, then you won’t have a good time playing with them, and you’ll upset your Dom or Domme, understand?”

  She nodded, but inside, her heart sank. Trust had to be earned. Although Dak had done some pretty wonderful things for her, she still didn’t feel ready to let her guard down completely.

  When he held up both ends of the scarf to wrap around her eyes, instinct took over, and she jerked her head to the side.

  He lowered his hands to his sides. A five o’clock shadow covered his rugged face. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

  She sniffled and wished that her strong inhalation would also stop her impending tears. “No. I’m stronger than that.”

  “You took the words right out of my mouth.” He brought the scarf up again.

  This time Rebekah tightened every muscle in her body in order to keep her head still. Dak covered her eyes and tied the knot behind her head to not make it super tight.

  “Can you see anything?”

  Rebekah had her eyes closed under the blindfold; however, she sensed he passed his hand in front of her face from the light breeze she felt over her nose and mouth.

  “I can’t see anything, Sir.” Spreading her legs apart, she grounded herself for whatever he had in store for her.

  Right by her ear, she heard him clicking on the device again. Rebekah ducked as though he had placed a jarful of killer bees next to her head. Considering what he might do to her, she kind of wished he had bees.

  The buzzing sound went away. In its place, he shocked another one of her senses. Like he did before, he trailed the gadget over her arms and shoulders. This time, though, he circled it behind her head. When it touched the base of her head, a good shiver traveled up her spine and back down again to her toes.

  “The unknown is not so bad, huh?” he said right at her ear.

  She gasped at his proximity, but relief came when she felt his chest pressing against hers. Moments like that, she wished she could touch him.

  “Unknown good,” she replied in a stilted voice.

  Rebekah felt Dak pull away from her, not only his face and body, but also the tool he’d been using to extract every bit of pleasure out of her. She heard him switching it to a different setting. Without warning, he placed it on the fleshy part of her breast.

  Not wanting to do so, but unable to stop herself, she screamed. If she hadn’t been secured to the cross, she would have been face down on the floor.

  The electric waves gave her the opposite effect that she thought it would. Her clit throbbed. She hoped that Dak had remembered to put a drop cloth underneath her because as sure as the sun rose in the morning, this treatment excited her.

  The combination of him protecting her as he took control over her body as well as this strange new BDSM scene sent her into a new level of ecstasy. He circled one nipple, coaxing it out of its home until the hardened nub pained her in a very good way.

  He dragged the metal tines underneath her breast, and the electric current forced her to stand on her tiptoes. He did the same technique to her other breast, circled that nipple, then waved the wand under her breast.

  Her built-up fears over breast play started dissipating the more he played with her. He slithered the gadget down her stomach to her thighs. At the tops of her thighs, he waved it back and forth, going up one hip, crossing over her stomach and going back down the other.

  “I should have used the vertical bar,” she heard him mumble. “I could have played with your entire body.”

  “Master Dak wants more of me?” She chewed her lower lip as she waited for his response.

  What she heard surprised her. He turned off the machine and silenced the popping and buzzing sounds. She turned her head back and forth trying to catch any sounds.

  She didn’t catch the sound of his hand cutting through the air to spank her ass. Even with her body in front of the cross, he’d managed to get a good spot on her cheek.

  The hit caused an explosion in her eyes. With her nerves all brought to the surface of her flesh and her need rising, his controlling gesture pushed her so close to an orgasm. Rebekah had to bite her bottom lip and keep her hands gripped on the wrist bars just to keep from going with her initial instinct.

  “Feel good?” He popped her other ass cheek, giving her the same response over again.

  She wouldn’t be able to stop the orgasm building.

  “Y-y-yes, Sir.” She swallowed. “May I please come?”

  “Are you close?” His voice sounded like he had moved.

  It sounded like he spoke to her from the floor, like he had dropped to his knees. She faced down before she answered, hoping to be facing him.

  Rebekah nodded as an answer.

  “No. You answer me verbally every time I ask you a question.”

  She had been right about her suspicions. Shortly after his directive, Rebekah felt the static electrical device over her thighs. “Yes! Oh, yes.”

  With the device coasting over them, she could no longer rely on her legs to support all of her weight. She gripped the bars and shifted her weight from one leg to the other, depending on where he had the device at the time.

  He ran the prongs down the backs of her legs. As soon as it hit the backs of her knees she quivered, something he must have noticed.

  “Put your leg on my shoulder.” He helped her by lifting her left leg and setting it directly on his bare shoulder.

  He continued working on her other leg, dragging the gadget down the front of her leg and sweeping it around to the back. Had she known electrical play could be this intense, she would have begged for it from Master Blade. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have done it like Dak. Master Blade would have figured out a way he could hurt her, whereas Dak wanted to extract pleasure.

  Dak pushed her limits in a different way, a loving but stern way. He still had control. He made her feel like he could see inside her, see through her. He knew her. The realization scared her more than anything. If he knew the real her, about her past, would he be this accommodating? Would he care as much? Could she be that revealing?

  “Let’s get your other leg up here.”

  She heard him turning off the toy. Then she felt him lifting her leg and setting it on his other shoulder. With both legs on his shoulders and her wrists bound, she left herself vulnerable.

  “This looks good.”

  As soon as she felt his hands reaching around her thighs and parting her nether lips, she got even wetter. Once he swiped his tongue over her clit, her body turned to jelly. When she screamed, she felt like nothing came from her mouth, like all of her energy dissipated through her body.

  As though on automatic pilot, she gyrated her hips, pushing her vagina into his mouth, not that he needed help or encouragement. His skilled tongue dipped inside of her as his nose brushed against her clitoris.

  She desired only to touch Dak, run her fingers through his stubbly hair, and let him know that she wanted him, God, did she want him. Master Blade had never done anything like this. He had never pleasured her with his mouth.

  Dak flicked his tongue against her hardened nub. The motion boiled her blood to a level where Rebekah felt out of control.

  “Master Dak, please. Please.” She couldn’
t say more than that. She couldn’t muster the words to ask to come, to get that relief through her imminent orgasm.

  He stopped laving her long enough to ask, “Please, what?”

  Fuck, he knew how to work her body and her nerves!

  “Please, Sir, may I come?”

  He massaged her clit with his thumb. If he didn’t give her permission soon, she would be asking for forgiveness instead.

  “Yes, Rebekah. Now!”

  As soon as she heard “yes,” she let out a howl that rivaled any coyote. She continued undulating her hips as the intense climax rifled through her.

  When the orgasm subsided just a little, she felt some relief, but not entirely. Her body still hummed like it needed more. The device he had used on her body had pulled out years and years of pent-up sexual frustration, and now she needed to let it all out.

  He gave her one last long lick before putting her feet back on the floor.

  Rebekah shook her head. “N-n-n-no.”

  “Are you using your safe word?”

  She heard his voice sounding closer like he now stood. “No, Sir. I-I-I can’t come down. Please.” She writhed on the pole. Even though she could have activated the panic clips, she didn’t. Frustration riddled her body more than panic. Her body craved more.

  She felt him parting her thighs with both hands. He must have stood to one side of her. After getting her legs open, she felt him fisting her hair with one hand and delving his middle finger inside her with his other.

  Just like with his mouth, Rebekah thrust her hips back and forth on his finger, trying to get the most out of the feeling.

  Dak growled in her ear, “You’re so sexy.”

  She smelled her intimate juices on his mouth. Even that excited her.

  “I wish—” Before he finished his statement, he stopped.

  What did he want? Did he want her to stay? Did he want to own her? Did he wish he had never captured her and brought her to his home?

  “Come when you need to.” To pull out the orgasm, he slipped in a second finger.

  Now with that thickness, it felt like his cock. She mewled and could barely catch her breath before a powerful climax hit her.