by Sabrina York
“Come, Bella.” He helped her stand.
“Where are we going?” She didn’t dare imagine what he had in mind.
His response was a sharp smack to her ass. “Come on.” He led her from the bedroom and through the hall to the kitchen. He paused at the door to the basement. Anticipation danced in his eyes.
“You’re taking me to your man cave?” She swallowed. She didn’t want to go down there. Basements were too much like dungeons. A whole new brand of lust swamped her at the thought.
“It’s not my man cave anymore.” He grinned in a way that made a shiver crawl through her pussy. “I gave it a makeover.” He leaned in closer and whispered, “Now it’s my slave cave.”
She couldn’t help it. She nearly came right then and there.
He opened the door and carefully guided her down the steep steps. Her legs were wobbly and weak. She was preternaturally aware of her nakedness, the breeze on her skin, the dampness between her thighs. As they rounded the corner, she saw what he’d done, and she froze. Every muscle froze.
Dear lord. It was. It was a slave cave.
Oh, all the accouterments of his man cave were still there—the large-screen TV, the overstuffed couch, the fridge and all his workout equipment. But there, against the side wall, he’d built a rack, a metal “H” bracketed to the floor and ceiling. He’d placed rings along the vertical pipes at regular intervals from the floor to the ceiling. The crossbar was up high but she noticed it was screwed in place. So it could be moved.
Her heart lodged in her throat. She knew what that was for. She knew who’d be tied to it.
Beside the rack was a table littered with items. Bella recognized them. They were the toys he’d collected along this journey. The collar and wrist restraints, various vibrators, the paddle. But some other items were there as well. He didn’t give her time to study them as he stood her between the poles. With about three feet between her body and the wall, he would have access…to everything.
She tried, desperately, not to whimper.
“Stay here.” It was a command so she complied, standing there, squeezing her thighs together and relishing the freedom to do so. Pleasure and relief rushed through her as she tightened her own flesh on her clit.
He walked to the table and picked up a couple items but Bella wasn’t paying attention. She was too obsessed with the bliss she was creating. Oh. She was close. She was so close. She blew out a breath as a shard of delight danced along her spine.
That caught his attention and he frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” She shot him an innocent look—which she shouldn’t have done. He knew her innocent look. He knew it meant she was up to mischief.
He raked her with his gaze. It stalled at the crux of her thighs. He tsked and shook his head. “Naughty girl, Bella.” He knelt before her and lifted her ankle. He wrapped it in Velcro—making a tight seal—and then took the other end of the strip and looped it through one of the rings set at the bottom of the pipe. Pulled it tight.
She gasped as her foot slipped over, suddenly realizing what he had in mind. But before she could protest, he’d taken another Velcro strip and done the same with her other foot. When he pulled this one tight, her legs, her thighs, were forced apart. She was once again spread wide for his pleasure. She moaned.
“Shame on you, Bella, making me do that.” He stood. With a quick rip, he removed the tape from her wrists and handed her something. “Put this on.”
She glanced at the item. The collar. Her lips trembled. She stared at him helplessly.
He frowned. “Go on. I want you to put it on.”
“Why me?”
His expression firmed. “It’s your symbolic acceptance of my dominance. Put it on.”
She thought, for a fleeting moment, about refusing. But she was so fucking horny, so tired of wanting. She couldn’t take much more of this and, judging from his elaborate preparations, he had a lot more planned.
Her hesitation annoyed him. He took the collar from her and smacked her on the ass with it. The leather stung. Pleasure welled within her. He smacked her again. And again.
When he gave the collar to her a second time, she put it on, fitted it tight around her neck and slipped the tongue in place. She lowered her eyes.
“Good girl.” But his voice was harsh. He smacked her clit with the flat of his palm—she winced, sighed. “Next time, don’t dawdle.”
His impatience was evident as he quickly wrapped her wrists in the restraints and lifted them high—until she was almost up on her toes—and hooked each into a ring on the rack. Then, once she was secured, he stepped back and observed her.
He shook his head. “My God, you’re beautiful.”
She felt beautiful, even though tears tracked her cheeks, her hair was a mess and she was bound hand and foot before him. She knew she was beautiful. Desired.
How she wanted him.
He picked up the paddle and stepped behind her. She stiffened her muscles, anticipating the coming swat, but he teased her, running the studs over her ass until she relaxed.
When the first smack came, she didn’t expect it. She lurched against her bonds and moaned. She cried out at the second, pled at the third.
But he was ruthless, spanking her ass from every angle, from the side, from the bottom, at the tops of her thighs. She writhed and cried out. Heat radiated from her skin. She loved it.
When he finally stopped, she was breathless, panting. She thought he would start in on her again then, stroking her and playing with her and making her beg for release—God knew she was close—but he didn’t.
Instead, he turned on the TV.
Bella boggled. Her heart stuttered.
The TV? For heaven’s sake.
Anger churned in her gut. If he thought she was going to stand here like this—naked like this, wide open like this—while he watched a football game, he had another think coming. She steamed in silence as he fiddled with the remote. She was about to open her mouth and blast him with her fury when he found what he wanted. And…
Oh dear.
An illicit scene, beguiling sounds, flooded the room. Her pulse thudded. Her womb seized. Arousal swelled and dribbled from her pussy.
It was a porno. But a porno unlike any she’d ever seen. How many hours had she spent curled in his lap on that overstuffed couch watching sexy movies with him and sucking him off? She’d seen everything in his collection.
She’d never seen this one. She knew it immediately. Because if she’d ever seen this one, she would have remembered it.
As hot and aroused as she was, the first scene of this film—featuring a brawny Dom punishing a quivering sub—made her even more frantic. She moaned and thrust her pussy forward, begging without words as the two played out their decadent desires on the large high-def screen. Each time the strap fell on that bound slave, Bella winced. Each command from his tight, hard mouth made her wetter.
She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Open them, Bella.” She jumped at Tae’s voice, though it was whispered in her ear. “Watch.”
A sound that could have been a whimper escaped her but she obeyed. She watched the film. Watched and wept. For even as she stared at the screen, even as she listened to the sighs and cries flooding the room, Tae worked her. He stood behind her, running agonizing trails over her neck, her shoulder, her belly, her burning ass. He caressed her thighs, her calves, the ball of her foot—everywhere.
Everywhere but the places that burned, ached for him.
He made his way up her body to her breasts, cupped them, thumbed a nipple. “You like this, don’t you?” When she didn’t respond, he pinched them, sending shards of pleasure to her core.
“Y-yes.”
He rubbed her slit, but gently, barely. When he drew his finger around her throbbing nub, he was careful not to touch.
She lurched and writhed and tried desperately to make contact. She could not. He wouldn’t allow it. F
rustration swamped her. “Tae.” She panted. “Please.”
He sighed and backed away. She ached at his absence. “Bella, Bella. When are you going to learn? When you’re wearing my collar, you’re my slave. I’m your Master.”
Immediately she realized what she’d done. She’d called him Tae. “I’m sorry, Master,” she cried. “I’m sorry. Please punish me.” She wanted that. She wanted him to punish her and punish her…and then fuck her.
“Oh, I will.” But he didn’t step to the table. He didn’t pick up the paddle or the strap or any of the other toys she was drooling over. Instead, he headed for the stairs.
As he walked away, panic flared. “Where are you going?”
Again, he frowned. Shook his head. She shouldn’t have asked and she knew it. But she couldn’t help herself. “Just watch the movies.”
“Movies?” As in more than one?
He nodded. “There are three in the queue. I’ll be back when they’re done.” And, heaven help her, he left.
He left, and he switched off the light.
She remained there in the darkened slave cave, bound to the rack and forced to watch—and listen to—all her wildest sexual fantasies playing out on an enormous screen.
And she couldn’t come.
* * * * *
When Tae returned, Bella was sobbing and twitching and fruitlessly undulating her hips as the last scene of the decadent movies played out on the screen. And God, he wanted her. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in her cunt and fuck her mindless.
But then he’d wanted her like that all night. It had taken everything in him to wait until that hint of dawn crept over the horizon.
Why he’d decided on a full night of torment, he didn’t know. He’d certainly never be doing it again.
Hell, it had nearly killed him.
He didn’t turn on the lights, keeping the cave dark as he made his way over to the rack. Bella saw him coming and warbled a moan. She mouthed the word, Please.
Oh yeah. He’d please her. He’d make her come so many times she wouldn’t know when one orgasm ended and another started. He’d make sure of it.
He unhooked her feet first and then freed her wrists. She collapsed into his arms. He lifted her and carried her to the couch, murmuring into her ear what a good slave she was and how beautiful she was. How patient she’d been.
When he set her on the cool leather, she groaned. Her hand moved toward her cunt but then she caught his warning look. She separated her swollen lips, revealing her clit.
“Please, Master?” she whispered.
Tae was on his knees in a second. He knelt before her, between her legs, and licked his way up her thigh. God, she was sweet. The thick cream from her cunt—evidence of hours of arousal—coated her skin, saturated it with her scent. As he came closer to her slit, she wiggled beneath him.
He shot her a warning glance and she froze. “Open wider.”
She did and he leaned in, drew in her essence. God, he loved her. He loved the way she smelled, the way she responded so sweetly. The soft velvet of her skin.
He licked her. Slipped his tongue between the folds of her cunt and dabbed at her clit. She came. It was a small orgasm but he knew the look, the sigh, the feel of it.
But that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want a little orgasm from her, not after what she’d endured. So he licked again. And again. He ignored her shudders and coos, ignored the hand fisting in his hair, the legs twining around his shoulders.
He bent lower and licked her asshole, dabbing at it until she groaned. Then he drew his tongue up her slit, dabbing it into her cunt as he passed. She moaned at that. And then he came to her clit again, sucked it, nuzzled and nibbled and nipped.
He slipped a finger into her cunt and fucked her with it. She twitched and quivered and pleaded. He added another and a third. He plucked at her clit as he massaged her inner walls. Tight shivers heralded her coming climax. Her voice rose in keening desperation. The heat between them built.
Ah, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to be in her. His cocked ached with a maddening intensity. But this was about her. Her pleasure. And…
Her cunt tightened around him. Cream oozed out as she closed her walls on his questing digits. Her expression glazed over. Her breath came in pants. “Tae. Please. Fuck me.”
This time he did not chasten her for using his name. That kind of discipline had long been wrung from him. He simply didn’t have the control for it. Not anymore.
He levered up onto his knees, cupped her cheeks and kissed her. “I love you, Bella,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”
She glared at him and growled, “I love you too, now fuck me!”
Given a command such as that, how could he resist? He could not. With a hiss of pleasure, he released his cock, found the angle he needed and slipped into heaven.
Pleasure rained all over him, body and soul, as he plowed in deep. Her cunt was so tight, so wet, so hungry. She sipped at him with it in a way that made him cross-eyed. Every single cell of his body snarled, roared with bone-deep gratification. When he pulled out, she fought him, which reminded him why he loved her strength so very much. He loved that sucking resistance, those quivers, that grip.
He sank back in, unable to hold back a feral groan. It had been a long night. A long, torturous night. Though he’d been tempted, he hadn’t allowed himself to so much as touch his cock. So this was exquisite.
“Faster. Harder. More.” Bella scraped her nails over his back and his skin rippled with pleasure. He loved when she did that.
Naturally, he complied with her command, pistoning his cock in and out as fast as her tight cunt would allow. He knew when she crested, and not just because her cunt walls clamped down on his cock and squeezed with frenzied gasps. She cried out and thrust toward him and yanked on his hair.
He ripped the tape from her tits as she came. It had been on there a while so it stuck. He yanked again and made her come even harder.
Her cream, thick and white like frosting, coated his cock with a slick lube, easing his passage as he sluiced in and out. A tingle started at the base of his cock, his balls, and sizzled through him.
As Bella’s orgasm softened, the muscles of her cunt relaxed, and Tae, ravenous for more, increased his pace. He pounded into her with long, hard strokes, savoring the delicious agony of holding back. Damn, he wanted to come, to explode, to flood her. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He wanted to bring her to paradise once more.
And her arousal was rising again. As he worked away inside her molten depths, she tightened and tightened and tightened. Her eyes were lovely and wide and luminous. She threw back her head and moaned. So beautiful.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Tae. Like that baby, yeah. Like that.”
Ah. Bella was back. No longer a sub, no longer a slave. She was ready to be his partner, his wife. She was ready to boss him around in bed. And he loved it.
“What do you want, Bella? What to you need?”
“Cock. Your cock. Come on, Tae. Harder. I want…I want… Oh. Yes.”
Trails of hot pleasure shot though him as she clenched around his cock again, and then a new sensation nearly sent him over the moon. Her finger, her tiny, slender, delicate finger, found his ass.
She held his gaze as she slipped it in, clearly pleased at his reaction, at the shudders and groans her worming work invoked.
“Aw, Jesus.” Suddenly, holding back was impossible. His cum rose in an exquisite pressure, a molten stream, searing him.
Bella pulled him closer, added another digit to the pressure in his ass. She whispered in his ear, “Come in me, baby. Give it to me. Give it. Ah yes.”
She came again, just as he erupted, pouring himself into her womb. Her legs wrapped around him, locking him in—right where he wanted to be—as absolute bliss descended on them both.
Oh yeah. She was his devoted slave.
But really, he was hers.
They lay together on the couch forever, just holding each other. I
t was a gentle energy. A loving one.
After a while, Tae lifted his head and kissed her. “So what did you think of Bondage Night?”
Bella grimaced. “I hated it.”
He stilled, stared at her. His Adam’s apple worked. “Did you? Did you really?”
She put out a lip. “You were beastly.”
“But you liked it… Didn’t you?”
“I liked the orgasm.”
“Hmm. It was an awesome orgasm.”
She whispered, “I liked the toys.”
“My hardware?”
“Mmm hmm.” She laughed at his joke. “But what about the pliers? I nearly went insane wondering what you were going to do to me with them.”
“The pliers?”
She socked him lightly on the shoulder. “Yes, Tae. Those nasty, evil-looking needle-nose pliers. What were you going to do with them?”
A flush crept up his cheeks. “Honestly?”
“Yes. I need to know. What was your plan? Why did you make me buy them?”
“I had you buy them because…”
“Yes?”
He grinned sheepishly. “I needed a new pair of pliers.”
Part Three: Chapter Seven
Housewifery
After Bondage Night, Bella spend a lot of time in the slave cave. Sometimes Tae tied her to the rack and tantalized her for hours—and sometimes he couldn’t be bothered with teasing and they went straight to fucking, madly, on the couch or over the table or across the weightlifting bench.
Tae’s creativity knew no bounds, which delighted Bella. He’d taken her to several stores—the housewares outlet, a gourmet chocolate shop, the pet store—and commanded her to select her own toys. She now had a slotted spatula just for spankings.
At the pet store they’d found a wide array of surprisingly erotic dog toys, some of which squeaked when he shoved them into her pussy. Tae bought her a leash—which she adored, especially when he clipped one end to her collar and spanked her with the other—and made a tag for her collar to remind her she was, in fact, a bitch in heat. They spent hours trolling stores and exploring items he could use in his wicked play. She loved it.
