Brendan was feeling jittery and logically he knew it was because he couldn’t fucking move. But he trusted Cee, and couldn’t imagine why he was shivering. He could feel the burn where his muscles stretched over his ribs.
He could feel every piece of leather holding him down, knowing that in Cee’s mind, every restraint was an embrace from her.
He lifted his head up to look down his body, dick standing to attention in the middle. Cee adjusted the table and started spreading his legs. It made him feel so open, vulnerable.
Brendan felt the pressure increase when Cee put another ring around the base of his ball sac. But even though he felt closer to coming, he felt more in control.
Every nerve was alive. The smells and sounds of the small dungeon were vivid. He smelled a burnt herb of some sort and heard soft classical music playing. The creaking of the leather restraints intensified his feelings. Brendan felt light-headed, but not unpleasantly so.
Then Cee lightly scratched between his legs. She massaged a point behind his testicles. “Oh god, Miss, oh fuck!” He tried to fuck the air, his dick twitching. His balls tightened, preparing to shoot. “I’m close again, Miss!”
She squeezed the middle of his concrete-hard dick with a slightly painful pressure. The need to come wasn’t as urgent. “Watch me.”
She took her top off. Her beautiful full breasts were encased in a balcony bra and the nipples were half visible and looked hard. When she removed her skirt, he noticed the thong panties matched her bra. Also blue like her eyes. Her belly button was pierced and had a long pendant resting on her soft belly. He could smell the musk of her excitement. He was doing that to her. His dick pulsed with his heart. The pressure was increasing.
She took her bra off. Cee’s nipples were tightly bumped. The panties came last. Not a hair to be seen. A lot of women did it today, to increase sensation.
She was sexy. Confident. Beautiful. She walked to him, bent over, her nipple brushing his mouth. He sucked it softly, increasing the pressure slowly, reveling in her taste. She tasted sweet and tart at the same time. Moaning, she pulled away, changed nipples, her soft groans increasing in volume, her musky scent getting stronger.
He wanted to touch her with his body, his hands holding her breasts. Craved the heavy weight of them so much his palms itched. He accepted, mostly, it wasn’t his to decide. Hoped she would let him come. Preferably inside her.
Cee pulled away, face flushed, pupils dilated. There was a sexy, calculating smile on her face. She was glowing. He had a feeling of contentment knowing that he was the cause of that smile.
Stacy almost came when she had Bren suckling her nipples. She’d always thought it was possible as they were sensitive.
Three more times she had brought him to the brink of orgasm. Pre-come weeping, adding to the lubrication.
The delayed orgasm torture was taking its toll. She didn’t want to restrict his blood flow much longer. She unfastened his hands, climbed on the table and straddled his body in a reverse cowgirl position, hovering over his torso instead of his cock. “Put your hand there.” Twisting back, she gestured underneath her pussy. Brendan moved his right hand underneath. Stacy then instructed him to place the heel of his hand on her clit. “Don’t move.”
It wasn’t going to take her much. The coiling in her lower belly signaled how close she was.
“So wet, you’re so hot and wet,” Bren murmured over and over.
Stacy lubed up her hands and interlocked her fingers around his cock. Her vaginal walls clenched. Anticipating bringing him over the brink. Watching his hips work against their restraint. She started slowly, quickly building up momentum.
Brendan’s groans increased; another shot of pre-come came out. Stacy could feel his hot breath whispering against her buttocks. She let go of her own control and started grinding against his palm. He pushed, trying to increase her pleasure. Against instruction, but something she would think about later. It was all about their pleasure right now.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t, I can’t hold...”
“Let go, Brendan, you have permission to let go.”
Come streamed out of his penis, jerking and spasming, once, twice, again, again. Each spurt hit her belly, whilst his hips rotated out as far open as the restraints allowed. She concentrated on her contractions, squeezing, breathing, jutting into Brendan’s hand. The muscles in her belly squeezed from all sides at the same time, her pelvis tilting forward and up in the direction of her belly button. She came in long juddering cycles, the insides of her legs spasming, her toes pointed, soaking his belly and hand.
She let out a throaty laugh, lying back. She knew that Brendan would cradle her. They lay there for a moment, his strong arms encircling her. She could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, as if he’d run a race. Neither seemed capable of speech.
The moment passed and she shakily got off the table, removed his cock ring from the still semi-hard penis. She made eye contact. “You okay?”
He rasped, “Green, Miss, so very green.”
She laughed again, moving to his ankle restraints, massaging where he pulled against them. They hadn’t been tight enough to restrict blood flow. Finally, she released his perfect torso. She pulled him to a seated position, slowly. Stacy led him to the loveseat. Got him to lie down.
Brendan felt like he had just run a marathon whilst experiencing the best orgasm of his life. Cee was rubbing his body with lotion, bringing him down after their scene.
Then she spooned him. The press of her breasts in his back stirred his dick, which by all rights should be dead. The dick might be willing, but the intimacy of this moment was a different kind of high.
Finally she said, in her soft silky voice, “How do you feel?”
He turned around and brought her deep into his arms, her lips pressing against his chest, her musk mixing with Brendan’s.
“Happy. Hopeful. I love you, Stace.”
Their relationship was growing roots again. Getting stronger. She felt ready to trust him. She had accepted he had been an incredibly stupid teenager trying to live in the huge shadow of his father. Danica Thomas really did a number on Brendan. Stacy still had scar tissue around her heart, but her mind was open to the possibilities. Her heart would take a bit longer.
He felt her lips move, hopefully into a smile. “Cee,” she said. “Call me Cee.
Epilogue
If there was one thing that Stacy despised, it was not having control. Typical Domme problem. The other thing she hated was having someone touch what was hers. And Brendan was hers. She knew that Tomas wouldn't make a pass. She also knew that the arousal that came from Brendan wasn't directed at Tomas.
Three months had passed, and Stacy had finally let Bren move in. He’d been willing to up stakes from the beginning. She’d wanted to trust him, but her bruised heart was cautious.
Tomas agreed to train Brendan. And she was observing. Which was the first mistake. She couldn't help herself. West had told her politely that it would be torture to see it. Because Tomas was a very talented Dominant. Extremely talented.
As much as she wanted to be the one training Brendan, it wasn't wise. Her heart was soft to him. She wouldn't be strong enough in the beginning to go test his limits.
One look into those eyes, one raspy breath from that sexy, smoke-damaged voice and she would capitulate.
Brendan thought he knew what it was to submit. He didn't realize that he’d not even come close to submitting yet.
She couldn't stay. Leaving was going to be hell. She supposed it would be like leaving your child at daycare for the first time. She snorted silently when a visual image of 'Dommy Daycare' flashed in her brain, a gaggle of subs corralled by leather and PVC clad Doms and Dommes.
They’d discussed his training. Communication was key in any relationship, but it was essential in D/s one. He said that he understood that she couldn't stay. But he was nervous. Being dominated by a man, even an arrow-straight man like Tomas weirded him out.<
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This was a test, for both of them. Sighing, she slowly stood, walked toward the man she loved. The man had snuck back into her heart. Scared shitless. She was sure Bren was, too.
She walked quietly, in a flowing dress that stopped just above the knees. Her knee high suede boots with small heels showed off her shapely legs. Just as her dress showcased and showed a considerable amount of her full breasts.
Brendan was restrained, tied to a St. Andrew's cross. Blindfolded, inducted to be silent, unless it was to utter the safe word.
Stacy was relieved that she didn’t have to look him in the eyes for this part of the training. As she walked forward, Tomas gave her an appreciative up and down. She liked dressing like a woman, not a catwoman. Loving the way her curves pleasantly flowed in retro dresses and waist cinchers.
In the past, Tomas had tried to talk her into trying the submissive side permanently with him. They both knew it was a lost cause, but it had been pleasant chase for both of them.
Tomas had trained her too. According to Tim and West's rules, all players in the club have to be trained. And Dominants also have to have a day of experiencing submissiveness. Also known as 'sucky submissive day' in her mind.
She gave Thomas a knowing smile. She tilted her head, in askance. He nodded. Breathing through her teeth, walked sedately across the room, her heels making a lovely soft clack with every step.
She approached Bren. Placed a palm on his back. He tensed, and then relaxed as he recognized either her touch or her scent. Maybe her presence. She whispered in his ear, slightly biting it first. Loving his physical and emotional reaction to her. "Bren, I'm leaving now." His breathing increased, distressed. "You'll be fine. I promise." She paused, looking at his skin, looking at the dampness. The sick-sweat appearing from fear. "Do you trust me?" He took a couple of shallow breaths, and then a deeper one, nodded resolutely. "Then trust me to give you the best trainer. Tomas is. He will not touch you in a sexual way. But are allowed to come when he orders it though. You are not allowed to feel ashamed for getting turned on." Stacy bit the ear again, harder, licked to soothe the bite. Sighed into his ear, "I don't want to boost your ego or anything, but let me tell you something. I love you. I'm not sure that I want to yet. But I do. We have a long way to go. Dominance and submission are important to me and I need to know how far we can go with that." She then kissed his neck gently. "I'll come get you in 90 minutes."
Turning around and schooling her face into a flat expression, she regretfully walked out of the room. Sucky timing, she thought. Finally admitting to him that she loved him and leaving him to be dominated by someone else.
As she was closing the door, she heard Bren break the rules and say, “Love you so much more, Mistress.”
Smiling with a happy sway to her hips, Stacy walked away, thinking about her bratty sub. There would be some fun and interesting punishments in their future. It was going to be a long journey, but it would be together. Their scars had healed with forgiveness.
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Ash needs to make money. Her brother is going to trial, her sister is pregnant, her mother’s health isn’t great and her father is a dreamer who spends all their savings on the next best thing.
Good thing she was brought up to con people. Even better that she has always had a little bit of ‘mind magic’ as her Mam calls it.
Small cons are all she’s ever done. This time her family needs a big chunk of cash and the best way to do that is a long con.
The target? A honeypot scheme involving a powerful man running for Governor.
And the Gubernatorial candidate’s Communications Officer? Too bad he’s the first guy she’s been interested in, well, forever.
Even though politics are dangerous, politicians may be deadly.
Twice Bitten (Restraint Series #2) – out May 2014
Sarge has finally decided to sell the bar and move to Palm Springs to be closer to Stacy and his friends. He can relax, lead a freer life and maybe settle down with a nice little sub.
But his past comes back to haunt him, some unfinished business from an old covert operation plunges him into the past and makes him face his greatest enemy.
Stacy’s grandfather, the killer of the only woman he’d ever loved.
Gilt•y - out June 2014
It’s been over five years since she’s been in the same room Keithley “Lee’ Hierne, black hat hacker turned white collar cyber-strategist. She’s made a new life for her sister and herself.
Lee makes a reappearance in her life, threatening the stable quiet life she’s managed to assemble.
Putting her livelihood at risk is his first move.
She’s already proved that she will do anything for family. And it’s a character flaw he will exploit to get what he wants – for Ash to use her ‘mind magic’ for his agenda.
If only the risks were only her pride. Unfortunately the choice is between her family and her soul...
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