“Please, Hero,” the words were a strangled whisper, as her body was on the edge of orgasm, but not allowed to crest.
“Get out of the tub and come here,” Alvin said as he grabbed the bath blanket from the railing and quickly dried off. It took Becky a moment to be able to get her legs to hold her, but she did make it to him. “You look desperate,” Alvin chuckled as he wrapped the towel around her and began drying her off, starting at the legs and working up. When he got to her chest, he made sure he roughly dried her breasts, earning more moans of pleasure and disappointment. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. “Cum for me, Gothy,” and nipped her ear.
As if a dam had been demolished, her legs gave way and Alvin gently eased her to her knees as she finally achieved what had been denied her. There were no words as Becky shuddered in his arms, but she was clearly having an orgasmic moment.
Her breathing evened out after a few moments. “You’re so mean to me, Hero.”
“You don’t even know what that means, Gothy,” Alvin murmured into her ear and nipped it again. “Dry off, then close your eyes.”
A small intake of breath, accompanied by a tilt of her head, gave away the contract forcing her to comply. Getting to her feet with a small wobble, Becky watched him as she dried off. “You have more planned for me?”
“A lot more,” Alvin said as he walked out of the room. He came back a moment later with one hand behind his back. Becky was standing with her eyes closed and the towel around her feet when he entered. “If you brat even a little, I’ll stop everything. Understood?”
“Yes,” Becky whispered as she felt a blindfold cover her eyes.
Once that was ready, he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom into the new room he’d purchased. Leading her to the first piece of equipment he’d bought, he stopped her just short of it. “If you ask me to stop, everything will instantly stop. There is no throttle for you, though, it’s either all or nothing, understand? I’ll just stop and go on to the next thing. If you want it all to stop, just say ‘mercy.’ Understand?”
“Yes?” Becky said, but her voice had a touch of hesitancy.
Taking her wrist, he attached a silk-lined heavy leather cuff to it. “I’ll show you the surprise after we’re done for the night.”
Becky’s breathing started to quicken as she felt the cuff going on. When Alvin started to attach the second one, she licked her lips. “Hero?”
“Yes?”
“I feel a little anxious… but I also want this so badly.”
“Good,” Alvin said as he walked around her, letting his hand trail over her body. “I’m going to test you tonight. I’ll start slow, but we’ll keep going until you can’t take any more. We both need to know where your limits are. This is your chance to tell me what your hard limits are.”
“I don’t know,” she replied instantly and honestly. “I’ve been cuffed before, and spanked and stuff, but you’re going to go further than that, aren’t you?”
“As far as you can take,” Alvin said softly, his mouth right next to her ear. “Are you ready to begin, my gothic temptress?”
A shudder ran through her. She swallowed hard and nodded. “As ready as I can be, Hero.”
Gathering her hair in his hand, he gently tugged her forward until her hips came to rest against the padded bar before her. Leaning her over, he got her into position, then attached her cuffs to the anchor points. “Then let us begin,” Alvin said as he stood up and collected the first instrument: a simple leather paddle.
The first spank was just hard enough for the impact to make her ass shake. Nodding, Alvin switched to the other cheek for the next spank. Taking his time, he alternated sides, letting the strength of each blow increase by the smallest of increments as he made sure to include the whole of her rump and upper thighs. Pausing for a second here and there, he would run his hand over her slowly reddening ass before continuing.
After what seemed like an age to Becky, she finally called out for him to stop. Her body was shaking with the need for release, but also a touch of fear, as she was unsure if he would do as he’d said. When the next strike didn’t come, she gasped in relief.
Kneeling, he kissed her cheek. “Okay?”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t stop,” she told him.
“Silly Gothy. I want to test you, not break you. I’m going to move on to the next part, but did you want a little release first?”
“Oh, gods, yes,” she breathed.
Sliding under her bent form, he began to lavish her nipples with licks and small nibbles, making her buck against the restraints. “Cum when you can,” he said, before going back to his assault on her pierced nipples.
It wasn’t long before she came again, her fluids beginning to drip down her legs as she shuddered in place. Sliding out from under her, he nipped her ear before standing up. “Now, on to the floggers.”
He followed the same pattern as he had with the spanking, except this time he allowed softer strikes to fall on her back. When he got to the firmer strokes, he occasionally landed a softer blow or two to her back between the harder ones.
Ass glowing a nice deep shade of pink, Becky was bucking her hips into each strike by the time she cried out for him to stop. Not pausing, he stepped behind her and sank himself fully into her drenched pussy. That single thrust was enough for her to cry out again as she came. Alvin held still, allowing her to cum around his cock. Once she began to regain her breath, he pulled out of her.
Stepping around to the front, he gathered her hair to get it out of the way before pushing his slick cock into her open mouth. A muffled moan was Becky’s only reply, as she eagerly took him and did her best to clean her juices off his rigid flesh.
Pulling back long before she could push him over the edge, Alvin let out a soft sigh, covered by Becky’s loud groan of disappointment. “We’re far from done yet,” he told her as he knelt and unbuckled the restraints.
Alvin led her to the heavy metal frame that was waiting for her. Attaching her wrists near the top corners, he put ankle cuffs on her then spread her legs and attached those to the frame as well, leaving her standing spread-eagled. Taking a quick walk around her, he smiled. “And now we up the ante a little. Crops, whips, and a few other toys. Ready?”
“Oh gods,” Becky moaned as she gave the restraints a brief test. “Please, Hero, use me.”
“Maybe after all the tests are over,” Alvin whispered to her. “Let’s start with the crop.”
He continued testing her with new and different things until she asked for each to end. She was covered in red marks, welts, and a few bruises by the time he finished his tests, but she hadn’t called for mercy the entire time. Carefully unclipping her restraints, Alvin eased her to the ground, as Becky was in a daze.
Removing the cuffs from her, he covered her in light kisses as he worked, praising her as he did. Once she was free of everything, he picked her up with a grunt and carried her back to the bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he crawled in next to her.
“Hero?” Becky murmured as she rolled onto her side, arms moving jerkily as she reached for him.
Wrapping her in his arms from behind, Alvin kissed the back of her neck. “Right here, Gothy.”
“Thank you,” the two words were mostly mush as she said them.
“Thank you,” he replied as she started to snore. “You really are broken, my crazy little goth. I bet you’ll need to talk in the morning.”
Her snoring was the only response. Shaking his head, he pulled the covers over them. “Jarvis, turn off the lights, please.”
“Goodnight, sir,” Jarvis said as the lights went out.
Chapter Nine
Dreams of Becky and Karee in the new playroom slowly broke apart as he began to wake. The last image lingered, though; Becky standing behind the teen, forcing Karee to suck his stiff cock as Becky guided her head. “You take it and make sure he likes it—you’re our little plaything, understand?” Becky was comman
ding as the dream finally broke into fragments.
The sensation of an eager mouth on his engorged dick didn’t stop. Lifting his head, he found Becky eagerly bobbing her head up and down his shaft, not even noticing that he was awake. Watching her, he felt a moment of worry. She was too perfect, she had taken everything he’d given her last night and asked for more until she reached her limits, and now here she was the next morning, bringing him ever closer to ecstasy.
Unable to stop himself, Alvin’s hips bucked up into her mouth. Blinking, Becky looked up through her lashes, a smile tweaking up the corners of her lips around his cock. Seeing him awake and enthralled, she began to increase her speed and suction.
Reaching down to grab her head, Alvin was surprised when Becky grabbed his wrists. “Do you need a little control right now?” Alvin asked as she pinned his wrists to the bed.
Stopping, she locked eyes with him and gave two short, quick bobs of her head before taking him all the way to the base. Dropping his head back to the pillows, Alvin let her have her way, as she was doing something he was enjoying.
As soon as he surrendered to her, Becky slowed her pace and began to lavish his cock with attention. The next hour, or at least that’s what it seemed like to Alvin, was one of being worshipped by a very willing woman. Eventually, her attentions pushed him to the edge. Jerking his hands, he got his right one free of her grasp.
Growling, Becky looked up with angry eyes as she deepthroated him. Shaking as she pushed him over the edge, his hand fell limply to the bed as he began filling her mouth with cum. Grabbing his right hand back, she squeezed firmly, making sure he realized she’d recaptured it. When he finally got some blood back to his brain, he realized he was restrained again as Becky ever so slowly cleaned her way up his shaft.
“Are you done now?” Alvin asked, a small shiver running through him as she continued cleaning him.
With a small pop, she released his slowly flagging member from her mouth. “You pulled away from me,” Becky pouted.
“Yeah, it's difficult for me not to want to control you,” Alvin said as he gave his pinned wrists a gentle tug. “I do the best I can, though.”
“If I had a plaything of my own, I wouldn’t demand this of you,” Becky said as she nipped his thigh.
“Well, it isn’t going to be Karee, so let that idea go,” Alvin told her.
Bottom lip sticking out, Becky fluttered her lashes at him. “I promise to take her for walks and everything.”
Laughter erupted from Alvin at her big, soulful eyes and pouty lips. “Oh gods, that is too much.”
“Pleeeeeease,” Becky said, fluttering her lashes more.
It took a moment for Alvin to gain control of his laughter. “We’ll see about getting you someone, but not her. We need the Settlement on good terms with us. Wynn has a whole shop dedicated to gun maintenance, which we’ll need access to.”
Letting go of his wrists, Becky got out of bed. “I can’t disagree, but she approached me and has been eager to prove herself.”
Following her out of bed, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest from behind. “Noted, but unless something drastic changes, then no, she isn’t going to be joining us.”
“I understand, Hero,” Becky said as she leaned into his embrace. “I even agree with you, but damn if she isn’t tasty looking.”
“That I can agree to, but I like my women a little more full-bodied,” he let his hands wander over her body for a moment. “Curvy girls are the best.”
“What are we doing today before leaving?” Becky asked, grinding her ass back against his pelvis.
Taking one of her glorious breasts in hand, he pinched the nipple. “Well, first we need to clean up. Then we’ll talk about upgrades, and maybe I’ll show you the room you were being tortured in last night.”
“You used it all… didn’t you?” Becky asked, letting out a small gasp as he flicked her hoop.
“Oh, no. Some of the toys in there are for punishing bad girls, not playing with good ones,” Alvin chuckled. Lowering his head, he trailed kisses from her collar bone to her earlobe. “I doubt you’ll enjoy the ones for bad girls.”
“Shower first, you said,” Becky began to breathe faster and tried to take a step, only to be pulled back to his chest. “Hero.”
“I’ll lead this dance,” Alvin said, leading her slowly to the shower with a swaying dance that led them across more of the room than was needed.
“You’re teasing me,” Becky pouted, though she made sure to keep her ass glued to his pelvis.
“As much as I can. Now, behave and follow my instructions for the shower,” Alvin husked into her ear.
“Yes, Hero,” Becky moaned as they finally made it into the shower.
Once they finished having another round of fun in the bathroom, they got partially dressed and Alvin took Becky into the dungeon, as he thought of it. Becky slowed, taking in the variety of devices arranged around the room.
“A Saint Andrew’s cross, a wooden horse, and so many frames for delightful play,” Becky said as she walked around the room, touching them. “I see you have them a little divided. More fun time ones on the right, and the evil ones, like the horse, on the left.”
“Yes,” Alvin said as Becky began to look at the wall of paddles, floggers, whips and more.
“You plan to put me on the horse?” Becky asked, glancing over her shoulder.
“I’m sure it’ll happen at some point,” Alvin chuckled and nodded toward the doorway to the bedroom. “Come on, let’s get some food and talk shop.”
“As you wish, Hero,” Becky said as she reluctantly left the room, with many backward glances. Walking past him, she paused and pressed him against the doorframe, kissing him passionately. Breaking the kiss, she walked into the bedroom. “Thank you for doing all that for me.”
“Well, I did spend your share of the drake XP on it,” Alvin snickered.
Looking over her shoulder, Becky raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah, but I’ll make it up to you,” Alvin chuckled. “Not that I’ll have to do much, considering how much you got out of it last night.”
“Fair enough. Now sit your ass down so you don’t distract me while I cook.”
“I’ll just get the coffee going first,” Alvin said, moving around her to grab the pot.
Once he had the pot set up and brewing, Alvin made sure to stay out of Becky’s way as she prepared their morning meal. Taking a seat, he watched as she moved around the kitchen. Music kicked on a moment later as Becky queued up a playlist and got started on making waffles. Singing along to “Hell’s Bells,” she danced around the kitchen as she cooked.
Grinning, Alvin felt the wave of affection and love he was beginning to associate with Becky. As the song ended, she threw him a wink and segued straight into “Devil’s Dance” as the music switched to it. Chuckling at her choice of songs, Alvin heard the coffee gurgling and got up to grab cups. Becky had already beaten him to it, handing him a cup as “Every Breath You Take” started.
Snorting, Alvin kissed her cheek and retreated back to the table. Content to watch her dance and sing to an eclectic list of songs, Alvin felt a sense of serenity and happiness. The sound of plates snapped him out of his reverie. He was surprised to see that his coffee cup was empty as Becky put a plate stacked high with waffles in front of him.
“Thank you, my wonderful gothic temptress,” Alvin said, snagging her wrist and pulling her down for a kiss.
Smiling, Becky stood back up when he released her arm and grabbed his cup. “I’ll be right back with more coffee.”
She brought back coffee for them both, then went to get her plate, the butter, and the syrup. Sitting down, she waited for him to fix his plate before slathering butter and syrup on hers.
The first bite was good, with an unexpected vanilla flavor. “Delicious. Second best thing to eat in this room,” Alvin said, licking his lips while staring at her.
“I agree. It is second best, behind m
y favorite treat,” Becky rejoined as she licked a drop of syrup off her finger.
Chuckling, they went back to eating, both of them enjoying the meal. When they were finished, Alvin felt sated, but not stuffed. “Wonderful, Gothy, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Hero. Now, why don’t you start talking about upgrades while I get the dishes sorted?”
Grabbing his bag, he pulled out runes and guns, setting them on the table. “I have the guns and accessories to modify them. I paid for them already, and I bought the runes I thought would be best. You can, of course, pick up different runes for yours, if you want. We’ll need to go back to wearing our pistols on our hips as well as having an auxiliary gun. Probably in the car, since we can only store one gun per glove.”
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