by Cara Dee
I recognize those words, and it takes me a second before I realize he's quoting me from my journal.
My spine stiffens as I feel his palms rubbing down my arms firmly. He kisses the back of my head, then retrieves a bundle of the purple jute rope he bought for Valentine's.
"Remember the position I asked you to practice?" he murmurs, and I nod obediently. The reverse prayer is nothing for newbies, and many have sustained injuries while trying.
"Yes, Master." I make sure my voice carries conviction. My Owner needs it. One night, we were browsing bondage art together online, and we both found the reverse prayer incredibly beautiful. I know I can do it.
Grabbing me by my biceps, he rubs and massages my arms, and I roll back my shoulders as much as possible. Then I cup my own elbows behind my back so he can get started.
"Perfect." He starts with a chest harness, the rope constricting me in the best ways. Around my shoulders, between my breasts, under, over, around once more. "In the end, it's always about Your pleasure." Great, he's quoting me again. "I will do everything in my power to please You, including acts I don’t enjoy. At the very least, I have to try when You include others."
That makes me slightly uneasy, but his skilled hands work me too well. The rope keeps most of my attention.
"Ready for the hands?" He drops another kiss to my hair.
I relax and close my eyes. Rather than answering him verbally, I twist my lower arms so my palms are able to meet behind my back. My wrists and shoulders protest a little, but nothing painful.
Master begins to tie my hands together immediately. "Numbness?"
"No, Owner."
He smiles into the kiss he gives my shoulder. "Perfect slave."
The praise and the rope take me beyond space and time. My mind floats away. The dull ache intensifies and morphs into pain, but the pleasure overrides it so far.
"Chelsea, can you repeat what you told me the first night I offered you my training collar?"
I bite down on my lip, processing his request. "As you wish. I said I'll obey you like a submissive obeys her Master. I'll consider myself property like an object to its Owner. And I'll worship you like the religious worship their God."
"Fuck." The word leaves him in a whisper, and he presses his nose to my neck. His arousal against my ass certainly doesn’t escape my notice. "That’s right, my love." He nips at my shoulder as he finishes the last knot. "How's the pain?"
While his warmth fades and I hear his feet moving away, I flex my fingers and roll my shoulders. It causes a flush of discomfort to bloom inside me, and perspiration beads along my hairline and chest.
"Seven, Master. No, six."
I hear his acknowledgment from across the room, followed by the quiet but distinctive sound of the camera.
"Bloody gorgeous." He joins me again, this time at my front. "Kneel for me."
I get down on my knees as gracefully as I can, noting he didn’t bring the camera. My guess is it's on its tripod, which is pretty much confirmed when another flash goes off a few seconds later.
"I want to cover these walls with photos of us." He peers down at me and strokes my cheek. "I want everyone to see my most precious belonging." Jesus. "I want to show you off." He smiles faintly and unzips his jeans. "But, sweet pet, contrary to what you seem to believe…and unlike other gods…I just want one worshiper. I want it all, Chelsea—with you and only you."
A gust of air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. The relief radiates from me. Next, my vision blurs, the pain gets more bearable, and my mouth waters.
Without a word, he cups the back of my head and brings me forward. As if I need coaxing. As if I won't swallow his cock greedily, willingly, for the rest of my fucking life.
I close my lips around his thick erection and take him as deep as I can—for the first time without latex in the way. His fresh, salty flavor hits my taste buds, and I can't help but moan around him. God, finally. I suck him hard, wetly, and hungrily.
Every time the pain grows fiercer beneath the tight rope, I try to block it out and redouble my efforts to focus on Master.
The camera captures the bound submissive who kneels with her hands in prayer behind her back, pleasing her Owner, who has his head tilted back in pleasure.
A drop of sweat trickles down his chest as he fucks my mouth. Curses and quiet groans slip through his parted lips.
He wants me and only me.
This day can't get any better.
"Any numbness?" His hooded eyes meet mine, his cheeks flushed with desire. I shake my head no in response and suck him harder. My jaw aches, the pain in my arms causes tears to roll down my face, but none of it matters. "So fucking exquisite." He strokes a thumb across my hollowed cheeks. "Swallow every drop I give you." His head lolls back again, and I watch his Adam's apple bob. He grunts, curses, then shudders and rocks deep into my mouth.
Streams of come pulse out of his cock and slide down my throat.
When he's done, he backs away to catch his breath, and I try to catch mine, too.
"Master," I pant. "My fingers…" They're starting to go numb, and he'll punish me if I don’t tell him right away.
"Of course, sweetheart." Master scrubs his hands down his face then tucks himself away and zips up his jeans. Pity. "Pain scale?"
"Eight." I make a face.
He nods and grabs his emergency shears from his bag.
"But the rope, Sir," I protest. Rope gets cut all the time, but this bundle was special, dammit.
"Shush. I bought more than one, and even if I hadn't…" He snorts quietly and stands behind me, carefully beginning to cut up the rope. "There we go. Readjust for me slowly, okay?"
I know that, and I let him lower my arms inch by inch. In the meantime, a sense of euphoria washes over me. It always does. It's the releasing of the pain and the feeling of my chest not being squeezed together anymore.
I whimper and lean back against Master.
He hums and rubs my arms and neck, eventually squatting down behind me to capture me in his embrace. The floaty sensation is back. I get needy. Horny. His flavor lingers on my tongue, which isn't helping.
Then I feel his kisses.
His hands cupping my breasts. Massaging, stroking, pinching, teasing.
"Do you need your Owner, little rebel?"
I'm stuck in a heavenly daze. "Yes, Master. Always. Only you." My head rolls back to his shoulder, and I barely react when he picks me up off the floor and carries me over to…oh, joy. His gynecologist table.
I flush with both lust and embarrassment. I'm very comfortable with my body, and I have no qualms when it comes to desire. But this friggin' table…it can't leave me more exposed. It's not built for kink, so I guess that’s why it brings an extra sense of taboo.
Master doesn’t say anything about his plans, and I'm content not to know.
"You've been worried about the sharing, huh?"
He wants to talk about that now? Now?
"Answer me." He pinches the inside of my thigh.
I yelp and jump. "Yes, Master." Head in the game.
He grunts and uses Velcro to strap me into place. "I suppose that’s partially my fault. You subs talk, and I can only imagine what you’ve heard about me from the other girls." After getting supplies from a cabinet, he blindfolds me and sits down on a chair between my thighs. "Never assume anything, though. Always come to me with your concerns."
I hiss in pain when he attaches clothespins to the lips of my pussy. Motherfucking God. Then he rips off bits of tape and fastens the pins to my inner thighs, effectively keeping my pussy completely open for him.
"Such a beautiful cunt." He strokes the length of it with a finger. "Now, where was I?" Man, I have no clue. "That’s right. Sharing. I've always been fine with it, but it's been because of the lack of intimate feelings. I've never been in possession of someone I felt territorial about, Chelsea."
"Oh, my God." I gasp as he lowers his mouth to lick me. But an equal amount of bliss is from his words. The c
ombination makes my head swim. I wanna squirm and hold on to him, but I can't move an inch.
"No talking." The bastard grins against my wet flesh, then takes my clit into his mouth and sucks on it. The Velcro straps strain at my jolt. "Fuck, you taste good. Know what else is new for me? Falling head over heels in love."
A breath catches in my throat.
I thought the day couldn’t get any better…
"Master, permission to—"
"No."
Goddammit! I wanna tell you I love you, too!
I'm about to burst. He says something like that, and then the magic with his tongue—fuck me running, I need to say it back! But he doesn’t let me. Instead he keeps driving me bonkers. He owns my pussy with his sensual mouth, fucks me with his fingers, and murmurs wicked promises about the future.
I sob with the need to come, but he denies me.
I tremble and mouth silent pleas, but he ignores them.
Then he stands up, and I hear the rustling of his jeans. Only a beat later, he rams his hips forward and hits deep.
I scream.
He stretches me as perfectly as he plays me.
Every thrust hurts when he rubs against the clothespins, but the pleasure of his cock is ever present, too. Slowing down, he keeps his strokes deep, but he lingers more and leans closer.
I feel his mouth kissing a trail up my throat to my mouth.
"I love you so much," he whispers, removing my blindfold. To prevent myself from responding, I gotta bite down on my lip. He smiles and wipes some stray hairs away from my forehead. "I'll spend the rest of my days striving to be the best Master for you."
Oh, Jesus. I choke up, and the next thing he has to wipe off my cheeks is tears. When the hell did I turn into such an emotional mess? This isn't me. Tears from pain—granted, they happen—but from being overwhelmed? No.
Master pulls out then pushes forward again, and he reaches between us to massage my clit. "Anything you want to say?" His eyes flash with amusement.
I nod quickly. Please, please, please.
"All right," he chuckles. "You may speak."
"I love you, too." I whimper and try to buck my hips to get closer. "I love you, Master."
His amusement is quickly replaced by hunger, and he kisses me aggressively and deeply. "Come for me, love." He gets me there with a few more strokes to my clit, and I moan out my orgasm while he chases his own climax.
Chapter 16
Saturday evening, I'm practically floating down the stairs after putting on the lingerie I've been ordered to wear. Master tends to want me in dark purple, but today he picked out a push-up bra and thong in silvery satin.
The table in the dining room has been set, the dinner is ready to be carried out of the kitchen, the wine is breathing, and we're only waiting for Master Cooper to arrive with Evangeline and Brayden.
As instructed, I kneel in the foyer and wait for Master's inspection.
He takes his sweet-ass time doing whatever he's doing and wherever he is, so I quickly gather my hair into two low pigtails. He didn’t specify about my hair, but he doesn’t want it getting caught in anything if we're going down to the dungeon after dinner.
Eventually, I hear him coming up from the basement, and I divert my gaze to the floor right before he appears.
I feel his eyes on me, but he says nothing. My posture's perfect, I'm sure of it. Bowed head, straight spine, hands behind my head, chest pushed out, and knees aligned with my shoulders.
His bare feet come into view, and I see he's wearing the jeans he wears in the dungeon. Then his hand reaches out to stroke my cheek, and he lifts my chin enough for me to see a simple black T-shirt hugging his torso. Unf.
"Master Cooper will be here in ten minutes with a kitten and a puppy," he murmurs. "So I thought I'd turn you into a pet tonight, too. And you're already my bondage bunny."
I smile in reaction, understanding his choice of lingerie for me tonight now. Or the color, rather.
"A bunny needs ears." So he slides a pair of gray bunny ears on my head. "And a tail." Gulp. Squatting down next to me, he keeps one hand on my stomach while the other moves down my back. "Bend over."
I obey, and I spot a bottle of lube next to him. He drizzles some liquid onto a stainless steel butt plug that has a fuzzy ball attached to it.
Then he pushes my thong aside. On the front, two fingers tease my slit, causing me to shudder. On the back, the blunt, slicked-up plug circles my ass.
"Breathe out for me." He drops a featherlight kiss to my shoulder, and I relax my muscles and exhale. But it quickly transitions into a long moan as Master slowly pushes the plug into my ass and simultaneously eases his fingers deep inside my pussy. "Good pet."
I suck in quick breaths, the burn and his touches turning me on beyond words. My body craves him like a drug. I clench around his long fingers, but he's gone too soon, and he tells me to stand.
Easier said than done when my knees wanna cave, but I manage.
"Bunnies don’t exactly wear leashes," he says as he puts my thong back into place. Next, he moves in front of me and retrieves a bundle of rope from his back pocket. It looks like cotton rope. White. "Let's get you into a harness, shall we? Arms out."
Arms out.
He works swiftly, always looking so fucking sexy when he's in the zone.
"Perfect." He pulls the rope tighter around my breasts, loops it over my shoulders, and down my chest again. "Will you be a good little bunny whore for me tonight?"
Good God. Seems he's dead set on ruining my underwear.
"Of course, Owner. If it pleases you."
"Oh, it will please me greatly." His eyes flash with indecency. "I want you by my feet unless I tell you otherwise. All your focus on me. The only exception is when our guests arrive. Evangeline has requested to speak with you in private, and I told her it was okay."
Understood.
"Anything you'd like to say before we begin?" he asks.
"No, Master. Other than…thank you. I appreciate everything you do for me." I've told him he doesn’t have to buy me new lingerie and more stuff for the dungeon, but he seems to enjoy it.
He smiles and kisses me on the forehead. "That goes both ways, my love."
The sound of a truck rolling up the driveway ends the subject, and my Owner adjusts my collar before taking a step back so I can play hostess.
Passing Master, I wriggle my butt and bunny tail playfully at him, to which he chuckles. Then he disappears to stow away the lube, and I grab the door handle and listen silently as Master Cooper reminds his subs outside of the protocol. I hear two "Yes, Master" in acknowledgment before there're two firm knocks on the door.
I open it widely and stand to the side with my eyes on the floor. Greeting Master Cooper would feel natural, but I'm not allowed to talk, and I don’t want Master to gag me. Or, if I consider his wicked creativity, stick a bunch of carrots in my mouth. Trust—he'd do it.
Instead, I offer a small curtsy and let my Owner do the talking.
He returns just as our guests have entered. "Good to see you, Mark."
"Ditto, my friend. Ditto." Master Cooper shakes his hand firmly. "Thanks for having us."
"Anytime. Chelsea, take their coats," Master directs. I comply and start with Master Cooper, who hands me his parka with a little smirk. "There are a couple cold ones waiting for us in the living room while the girls get their talking out of the way." Then I get to Evangeline and Brayden, and they both squeeze my hand in silent thanks.
"Sounds perfect to me," Master Cooper replies. "Brayden, you're with me."
After hanging their coats in the closet, it's just Evangeline and me, so I grin and link my arm with hers, guiding her to the kitchen. As always, she's dressed as her Dom's kitten. Black, see-through lingerie with furry trim. Cute kitty ears, tail, and collar, too.
"You look hot," she whispers, smirking. "Are you allowed to talk, by the way?"
"Right now, I am." I smile and open the fridge to take out the salad. Might a
s well get some work done while we talk. "So, what's up?"
Her smirk is gone, replaced with obvious nervousness. "I need to tell you something." She keeps whispering, even though there's no way the men can hear us from the living room. "I thought about pretending to be sick, but Master would see straight through me."
Must be serious. I leave the salad on the counter to give her all my attention. "Something wrong?" I touch her arm.
She fidgets with her furry, black tail and hesitates for a beat. "I…I think I'm pregnant." Oh, my God! "Actually, I know I am." She huffs. "Seven tests can't all be wrong."
"Evangeline!" I whisper. Next, I throw my arms around her and squeeze her tight. "That’s—wow. Congratulations!" I'm so happy for her!
She sniffles and chuckles at the same time. "Thanks. I'm just… This isn't how we planned it."
I break the hug but keep one hand on her shoulder. "What do you mean? Aren't you excited?"
"I am." Her response is both soft and full of conviction. "It's incredible. After taking the tests and throwing up and sobbing my eyes out, I may or may not have jumped on the bed for ten minutes. Of course, that made me puke some more." She flushes and facepalms at my grin. "Anyway. We talked about this, and the plan was…you know, later."
"Later," I repeat.
She nods and makes a face. "Yeah. I mean, we want this. We want a big family, but since there are two men…" She raises her brow pointedly.
And boy, do I get it. From what I've seen and heard, they might as well be married for how committed they are, and I sincerely doubt they care whether it's Brayden or Master Cooper who knocks her up. But when it comes to medical records and blood typing, it's probably a good idea to know who the father is. Which takes planning from the get-go when talking contraceptives.
"So…" I try not to let the amusement bubble over, but I can't help it. A snort escapes me, and I lean down to pat her flat stomach. "Hey, peanut! Who's your daddy? Huh? Who's your daddy?"
"What the f—you suck, Chelsea!" Evangeline squeaks and bats away my hand, at which I crack up for real. "I can't believe you!" Her tear-filled glare and embarrassment only last for like two seconds, though. Soon enough, a chuckle slips out that morphs into laughs. "Oh, my God…" She groans through a giggle.
