Bailey: Independence #1

by Karen Nichols

  “Do you want an orgasm, pet?”

  “Oh, god, Sir…yes…please,” she whimpered her hips thrusting against his fingers as the vibrations echoed and rippled inside her ass. She had no idea the nerves endings he’d aroused would feel so incredible.

  “Up,” he ordered, lifting her carefully and setting her on her feet. He shoved the wince aside and stood up, spying what he wanted and bringing the solid wooden high backed chair a few feet from the sofa. “Face the chair, Bailey. Hands on the high back.”

  Gabriel moved behind her, positioning one leg to the side.

  “Put your good knee on the seat,” he ordered raggedly, his hands hastily opening his slacks. He quickly had a condom on and let his hands run up the insides of her thighs, spreading them a little more. “Beautiful, pet…just beautiful…”

  Bailey held onto the chair when she felt his cock nudging against her opening. He slid forward, dragging his cock against her clit and making her hands tighten, her breathing quickened and her pussy clenched down hard. Waiting. Demanding and twitching when he repeated the action several times before shifting just enough to slam his body hotly into hers in one long, hard shove.

  Bailey’s head went back, her mouth open gasping for air and pussy clenching hungrily at the invader.

  “Come for me, Bailey,” he ordered softly, just for her ears. He gripped her hips and thrust hard and fast. “Watch the scenes being played out, pet. Choose one for you. Because when I’m finished with you, we’re playing until I hear you scream again.”

  When his hand slipped beneath her and he raked his nails over her exposed clit, her body shattered, slipping away from her in the white hot pleasure. All her senses jumped into the middle; waves of ecstasy crashing and regrouping. She knew she called him by name. She heard the echo and knew people might have looked at them. But when the second wave began as Gabriel ground against her, holding her firmly in place while his cock jumped and spit, she realized she really didn’t care about her surroundings.

  Her head had fallen forward, the vibrating inside her stopped and slowly, her breathing was returning to normal. She was grateful for the support of the chair because her legs were shaking and her attention scattered. Gabriel had withdrawn, cleaned himself and returned to help her back onto the sofa on his lap.

  “I think kissing was a good idea,” he whispered, gently taking her mouth as she cuddled against him. “Did you decide, pet?”

  Oh, god, he wants me to think now. She tried pulling the vision of the various pieces of equipment out there and knew she was running out of time.

  “Like before…the night we met,” she said quickly. “But…but with the cross,” she exhaled raggedly, her breathing already back above normal just thinking about what he’d done the first night they were together.

  “Hmm…I did like that a great deal,” he nodded, one palm stroking through the copper curls as he looked around at the stations already being used. Jeremy had used high quality and reputable people to build his dungeon, just as Gabriel had and the St. Andrews Cross was nicely solid and with a leather coated center pad. He looked down at her, the flush in her cheeks deepening. “Why that one, pet?”

  Oh, god, more tests. “I…”

  “Because it’s the only one you remember?” He teased with a crooked grin, laughing when she nodded.

  “Well, I do remember the other, though it’s built slightly differently than yours,” she looked toward the two different styles of spanking benches.

  “You get points for honesty,” he whispered seconds before his master voice returned. “Stand up, Bailey,” he helped her to her feet. “Face the room.”

  The fluttering began in her stomach.

  “Remove your dress,” Gabriel leaned back on the sofa, watching. She was easily limber enough to lower the zipper. “Eyes front, Bailey. Let the dress fall to the floor. Leave the shoes. Step out of the dress.”

  He leaned forward and lifted it from the floor, laying it beside him on the sofa.

  “Feet apart,” he waited. “More.” Her compliance was becoming easier for her. “Perfect. Bend forward at the waist, hands on the floor. Beautiful,” he leaned back again, leaving her in the red corset and heels, bent at the waist and exposed to him completely. “I’m slightly conflicted,” he said with a mock tone of seriousness. His hand was up and he gestured to Will. “What do you think, Will? With or without the anal decoration?”

  Gabriel heard Bailey groan and try and twitch. He saw the muscles of her thighs and sex constrict, the soft glistening of moisture slipping from her.

  “Where are you going to display her?” Will walked casually around her. “May I?”

  “Please. She’s an incredibly enjoyable little sub and I’ll share to an extent,” Gabriel saw her tense when the strange palm came across her exposed behind. “I am partial to that corset, though.”

  “I can see why. I’ll have to get the maker’s name for Elizabeth. I’d love to see her in one done in black and pearls,” Will nodded at the red beads dotting the fitted corset. “I suppose it depends, Gabe. Does she enjoy the plug? I like the little dangling jewel on it. Cute.”

  “Well, let’s see,” Gabriel brought the small remote out and tapped the button, half expecting Bailey to jolt upright. His pleasure mounted when she simply stretched out her fingers and held perfectly still. But he still heard the lowest of moans from her.

  “I’d say that was enjoyment,” Will chuckled. “It does look pretty there.”

  “Hmm…thanks. It’ll stay.” Gabriel stood up, slipping the remote into his pocket. “Let’s go, pet, I’m of a mood to see you on display.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Bailey was grateful for the music. Although she did discover that not paying attention earned her five swats and while her master was feeling mellow, he was not feeling lenient. She was stretched out over the thick almost comfortable leather covered X. Arms slightly out and above her shoulders, legs spread and wide.

  Okay, maybe a little bit of nerves when he placed the blindfold over her eyes and told her no matter what she feels, do not move. The whimper in her throat was low and hummed all the way to her pussy when she felt the fingers spreading her cheeks. Another set of fingers tapped the plug. Conversations went on around her, some complimenting Gabriel. Most about clearly normal, even boring chatter about world events and local happenings and business and work and that’s when she sought the music and lost herself for a time.

  It was like he knew, though, she thought when the buzzing began inside her. She thrust her hips against the leather, seeking something to push her clit against. Gabriel saw her movements and moved next to her ear, making her body completely come to a stop.

  “You seem to have forgotten your instructions, Bailey,” he murmured, his palm up and then down. He watched her ass jiggle, her muscles tightening and sighed as the pink began coloring the soft round bottom. He gave her four more swats before whispering in her ear. “Still, pet. Or perhaps you’re moving because you want my attention,” he teased, moving to stand behind her.

  He ran his hands over her shoulders and around the front, his palms cupping her breasts and helping them out of the top of the corset. He listened to the soft moans as he twisted and pulled the light pink nipples.

  Something new, he thought.

  Something to keep her on that edge while they played. He brought each nipple to life, stroking and pulling until he reached into his pocket and brought out small weighted clips.

  Bailey was positive she wouldn’t be able to breathe normally ever again. Each time she tried leveling off her breathing, he touched her. Stroked her and even with her legs spread apart, she could feel the hot moisture between her thighs. And it ached. Before she’d always been happy with any kind of orgasm. Happy and content. Gabriel was bringing her more and more until she waited impatiently for the next.

  When the small jagged teeth clamped onto one nipple, her body lurched despite the effort she was fighting for to remain still.

  Gabr
iel was ready for her reaction though since the alligator clips were new for her. Her breath was pulled in with a sharp hiss, his palm stroking gently over her head. Soft words of encouragement and a nip on her ear sent a ragged shiver through her.

  “Breathe slowly, pet,” Gabriel watched her nod and bite into her lower lip. She tipped her head back, drawing in deep breaths through her nose. He attached the second clip, his palm up and stroking through the thick curls. “You’re amazing, Bailey. Beautiful and responsive,” he let his fingers trail down her back and onto her ass, squeezing gently. “Do you remember your safe word?”

  The pulse in her neck skittered and he quelled the urge to kiss it, to soothe away the nerves. She was still so very new to this part of his life and the biggest part of the turn-on was that she was doing all this for him. Just him. Not his position or his money.

  “Yes, sir. I’m alright, sir,” she whispered, vaguely aware of the low conversations around her; focusing on the music again and gradually relaxing enough to feel the soft buzz he’d started again. Everything seemed incredibly sensitive, the vibrations warming through the slim walls inside her and making her pussy swell with need.

  “No coming, pet.”

  “N...No, sir.” She went back to college and various computer languages, thinking and shivering when his palms continued stroking her hips and ass. The tips of his fingers trailed between her thighs and she knew she moaned.

  “Hmm…testing, Gabriel?”

  She didn’t recognize the voice but knew their voices seemed to change when they slipped into Master mode.

  “I might need a spare set of hands, Alex,” Gabriel felt her body tense, her breathing suddenly ragged again. “Bailey, listen to me. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, sir,” she answered softly.

  “What are your instructions?”

  “I’m supposed to keep still and I’m not permitted to come without permission,” she whispered, heat constantly flooding her cheeks at the words spoken aloud. She knew others could hear her. Knew others were watching and listening to see how his new sub behaved. “Sir.”

  “What happens when I make you wait?”

  “Oh, god…no tests now…it’s…it’s stronger,” she answered, a hint of hopefulness.

  “And you wouldn’t want to displease me?”

  “No, sir,” the quiver in her voice was soft, the mewl low when two palms cupped her breasts, thumbs strumming over the clips that sent jagged ripples of sensation through her. “People are watching,” she whispered shakily.

  “You’ve watched those same people, pet. Did you think less of them?” He could feel her body bristle.

  “No. No, sir.”

  “Then they’ll not think less of you.”

  “She’s very new, Gabriel,” Jeremy commented from the side, one brow raised.

  “Bailey is a very quick study,” Gabriel pressed his palm over her stomach, onto the bare mound and thrust two fingers into the heated moisture gathered there. Her back arched and she gulped in a deep breath. “And she follows orders.”

  Bailey struggled against the powerful sensations. So many at one time from so many directions. She thought of the server room. Of programming languages and logarithms and teaching classes to people who could barely open their email. She didn’t know how long their teasing went on. Part of her was drifting off. She heard them. She made certain she responded properly even when groans were pulled from her.

  Gabriel stood behind her, his palms gripping her waist tightly. Her body quivered beneath their sensual assault and he leaned his body against hers, letting her feel what she was doing to him. The hard length of him pressed between her buttocks when he whispered in her ear.

  “You’re an amazing woman, Bailey. Come for me…let go, baby,” he bit down on her earlobe at the same time Alex gave each nipple a hard tweak between his fingers and his thumbs.

  It was as if her body released every ion of energy and power all at once. Her body arched hard back at him. Her fingers stretched and bowed, closing over the cuffs and pulling savagely. It wasn’t a soft lulling wave that had built and swept through her. This was ripped from deep inside and erupted with a blinding cascade of white lightning.

  She didn’t know if she screamed or shouted. But she was pretty sure it was her voice in her ears.

  The fog and ringing slowly subsided and her body simply drained. There wasn’t even enough inside her to protest when an arm went around her middle and the cuffs were removed. She knew her feet were still at the ends of her legs but she just didn’t care.

  “Thanks, Jeremy,” Gabriel laid her on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around her and dropping to his heels. “You made me very pleased. I’m not sure if you’re just stubborn or what,” he chuckled and kissed her softly.

  “I was reciting logarithms and my lecture for teaching,” she murmured, smiling languidly when he laughed.

  “Stay here. I’ll bring you some water and clean up,” he leaned in, taking her mouth hard and quickly released the small teeth from each nipple. “Never got why they hurt more coming off than going on.” Gabriel stood up and dropped the clamps into his pocket, watching her curl to the side and sigh.

  She didn’t stop the residual ripples and was really glad he’d been kissing her when he removed the clamps. His fingers had been gentle but he was right. The sting and sharp pain was unreal. She wanted to rub her breasts but knew that wouldn’t be one of her better ideas. So she gripped the edges of the blanket and curled into a tight little ball, floating with an amazing sense of peace.

  It made no sense to her but then neither did far too many things in life. A growl broke from her lips when she was disturbed, Gabriel’s chuckle the only thing that stopped her from swinging. One eye opened to find a pair of amused chocolate circles watching her as he lifted her and positioned her gently in his arms.

  “No biting,” he teased, uncapping a large bottle of water and nudging one of her hands gripping the blanket. “You need to drink this, Bailey.”

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured but took the bottle with a drink that went on and on when she realized how dry she felt inside. Water never tasted so wonderful, she thought, hugging the bottle to her and relaxing against him.

  “Were you uncomfortable, Bailey?”

  “You know I was, Sir,” she answered quietly, slowly adjusting to their talks afterwards. “But I felt comfortable, too. Not….maybe not at first,” she stirred in his lap, the erection she’d felt when she was cuffed to the cross making its return. If it had really gone away. She wiggled and offered a low, sexy laugh when he growled at her. “You do know I find that growl very sexy.”

  “Jeremy is worried that I’ve pushed you too far too fast, Bailey. I’m not accustomed to doubt. It’s…unsettling,” Gabriel separated his legs, allowing her to sit on the sofa at his side.

  “You made sure I remembered my word. I…I don’t think I was frightened. I’m not used to…to being on display. Not used to anyone…”

  “Keep talking, pet.”

  “People don’t notice me. I’m not used to it. No one pays attention to IT people,” she said with a casual shrug. “You kind of blend into the background and…” she shrugged and continued to search for the right words.

  “Bailey,” Gabriel stroked one palm over his face, hiding the slight grin. “I’ve watched you in that red corset and can only guess at some of your other clothes. If guys haven’t noticed you, I have to question their masculinity. Or they did notice and you shrugged them off.”

  “It’s interesting though. The type of…of attention you draw here or at the club…it’s doesn’t feel like someone preying on you.” Bailey looked up from the hands to meet the stoic expression on his face. “I don’t like being preyed upon. Maybe I did just ignore things like that. So it was a long time since I bothered with dating.”

  “And it just happened to be my lucky night when you wandered into the club.” Gabriel put his palm against the side of her face. “You didn’t shy from me, Bailey.”


  “You didn’t make me feel like prey,” she answered immediately. “You…you made me feel already caught,” she admitted with a little smile.

  Gabriel ran his finger along the thin leather collar. “Then I’ll have to make certain I don’t loosen the leash on you, Miss O’Conner. Let’s thank Jeremy and Emma and go home. I have the strongest urge to tie you to my bed for the rest of the weekend.”

  “Restroom, please, Sir,” Bailey moved carefully, standing up and swaying as she reached for her dress.

  “I’ll wait for you here, pet.” Gabriel drew her against him, his hand moving the zipper into place up her back with the practice that came from closeness. His mouth moved over hers, soft and caressing, urging her to play for a long minute. He took the water from her and drained the bottle. “Hurry along.”

  Jeremy sat in a large overstuffed chair, Emma cuddled against him, their heads together a soft laughter breaking free as Gabriel approached. He took a chair across from them and stretched out his legs.

  “You realize Bailey has managed to raise the bar,” Jeremy laughed at the wrinkled nose Emma offered.

  “She said she was reviewing programming protocols,” Gabriel said, his laughter joining that of the other two.

  “She’s a sharp one, Gabe,” Jeremy chuckled. “I’m going to have to vary my training. I think my little pet has been getting off far too easily.” His palm slipped to the olive colored behind with a gentle squeeze that made her yelp.

  “I’m very glad I like Bailey,” Emma said with a sigh. “I must gladly suffer…” she giggled dramatically. She winked at Bailey. “I am so very glad you came tonight. I love talking with you.”

  “Thank you for having me,” she didn’t offer a struggle when Gabriel took her palm and tugged her onto his lap. “I’m still working on figuring things out.”

  “If you ladies will excuse us a few minutes,” Jeremy carefully set Emma onto the chair after standing up. “I want to talk to Gabe about next weekend.”

  Bailey was similarly placed on the chair, her legs curled beside her. Both women watched them stride off to the end of the long, wide room. Some players still immersed in their scenes; others curled in various corners cooling down afterwards.