Trailing one finger over her cheek, he walked back to the end of the table. His finger never left her body as it continued down, over her chin, down the column of her throat, running between her breasts and following the slight rise of her stomach. He paused at the scar low on her abdomen, and looked up at her. She gasped at the anguish and fear she saw. He blinked and his finger began moving again, low to the mound of her bare cunt. He paused at her moist entrance, before plunging his thick finger into her tight, wet hole. Pleasure washed over her. He kept his finger deeply inside her, moving it slightly, as her moans increased.
He chuckled, swiftly removing his finger. “Tut-tut, my wife. Not today.”
Sara wanted to cry again. He was systematically going to drive her mad with lust.
She tilted her head to the side, wondering how she could feel such pleasure so quickly after the immense pain he rained down upon her. He placed both hands on her inner thighs, grasped them tightly, and inhaled the growing scent of her arousal.
She looked at him watching her as he took a small brief moment of pleasure of her body. Slowly his hand drifted from her thighs. He moved swiftly to the small chest against the wall, opening the drawers, taking a few items from each. He returned to her, placing most of the items on the table, flipping the cap of aloe open. He poured a small amount in his hands then rubbed it onto her reddened ass. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the fire in her buttocks began to ease.
The corner of his mouth tilted upward as he looked at her. “Time for round two,” he said, laughing lightly as her eyes widened in realization of why she was granted this small reprieve. Reaching over to the table, Chip grabbed the butt plug as his other hand still rubbed over her burning ass. He slid his finger down the crack of her ass and pushed past her tight muscle, using the lotion to lube her snug hole.
Swiftly, he replaced his finger with the tip of a large, cold metal plug and pushed it in. He pushed harder, slamming the full four inches into her ass. She groaned loudly, feeling how the plug stretched and filled her. He smiled up at her, watching as the snug ring closed around the base of the plug, ensuring its snugness deep within her rectum. He pressed his hand against the base, wiggling it back and forth. He grinned as she wiggled on the table.
When she stopped moving, he reached for the chastity belt. The one with the remote-controlled vibrator built in. He plunged the phallus in and out of her wet cunt a few times before plunging it deep inside and quickly threading the straps through, buckling it around her waist tight. He pressed the button on the remote, and smiled.
Slowly Chip began to lower her legs, lessening the tension in her thighs. Her eyes followed him as he grabbed the last item from the table, a pair of nipple clamps. There was a chain attached from each clamp to a wide leather collar.
Oh God, this was it.
Sara sucked in her breath as her husband of almost two years removed the diamond choker that served as her collar for years, only to replace it with a thick strap of black leather. Sliding the insignificant collar around her neck, tears fell from her eyes. She was unable to hold back the emotion. He had told her from the beginning that as long as she was his, she was allowed to wear his collar. Nevertheless, she wasn’t anymore. She knew that, but still she never expected the loss to be so painful.
Holding her head with one hand while buckling the new collar snugly, his fingers shakily yet lightly traced down one of the chains. His eyes trained upon hers as he pinched her left nipple and quickly snapped the clamp on it. Sara arched and groaned deep from within her throat. His hands moved quickly to the other one, trapping it as well in the steely jaws of the clamp.
He released her legs from the spreader bar, and helped her from the table. He led her over to where he kept an old saddle now mounted to the floor. Lowering her down on it, he cuffed her hands to the saddle horn and her ankles to the small post behind it. He turned the remote on low. Slow moans rose in her throat, as she began to rock back and forth on the saddle. He smiled, knowing the plug was being pushed deeper inside her as the two toys rubbed together. His smile spread wider across his face as he turned the remote up…to high.
“Oh fuck!” Sara screamed as she moved harder against the saddle.
She whimpered, rubbing against the saddle. The vibrating in her cunt was driving her mad as it rubbed against the plug lodged deeply in her ass. The motion of her rocking caused her to groan loudly as the two toys bumped against each other. She gripped the saddle horn tightly as she ground down harder against the saddle, trying to rub her swollen clit against it through the belt. He stood there watching her, listening as her moans grew in intensity, and then suddenly the vibe stopped.
“No!” Sara shouted, so close to riding her orgasm home. Her tears came in earnest now. Her body was so heightened the slightest touch would set her off.
He stepped behind her and released her ankles from the post. He slipped down in the saddle behind her, wrapping her legs about him awkwardly. He reached beneath her and undid the flap, pulling it down and back. The still phallus slipped easily from her juicy cunt. He quickly slipped on a condom and without warning, thrust his hard cock inside of her.
Sara moaned as Chip started fucking her hard and fast, coming within minutes. And just as fast as he started, it ended. Moving away from her, he pushed the flap back in place, filling her cunt once again with the vibrator. Chip stood and removed the cum-filled condom, deftly throwing it in the trash can against the wall.
“Why did you wear a condom?”
“Because you no longer deserve my cum. My cum is only for my submissive, or my wife.”
Sara’s heart shattered. She collapsed weakly against the saddle, her hands still cuffed to the horn, and cried. He reached down, unlocked the cuffs, and gathered her in his arms. He carried her upstairs to their room and laid her out on their bed. Using the fur lined cuffs from her nightstand, he bound her wrists to the spokes of the bed, mindful to leave some slack to keep her position somewhat comfortable during the long hours of the night. She looked up at him. Her nipples throbbed painfully in the clamps, “I’m sorry, Chip. Please forgive me?”
He cupped her chin in his hand, eyes soft and kind as he spoke clearly. “I know you’re sorry, Sara, and so am I. Nevertheless, we’ve made a decision and as much as I would have liked things to turn out differently between us, that’s not in the cards. Let’s just enjoy our last night together, okay?”
Her eyes lowered, not able to stand the hurt she witnessed there. She had put that look in his eyes, yet she was not willing to stay. She couldn’t. She wanted more than he was able to give.
Sara’s eyes flew up to his as the vibe came back to life within her. Seeing the devilish grin on his face, she whimpered as she thrashed on the bed. She grunted, feeling the tightness growing inside her again, the need to come paramount.
“Enough! Let me come.” She begged him to end the torture. Chip just smiled and reached for the clamps still attached to her aching nipples. Swiftly Chip released the clamps, and watched as her body arched as the blood flowed back to her breasts. She writhed on the bed, tugging against the bonds, her mind slowly becoming clouded with the pain and pleasure as he tormented her.
“Good night, wife,” Chip said as he turned the remote on low. “Try and get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for us.” He leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead before turning off the lamp on her nightstand.
She laid there in the dark, her breath erratic, trying to force herself to sleep, knowing the hours would pass more quickly. Each time her eyes closed, she felt the phallus deep inside her making her quest for sleep just beyond reach. She rolled back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position. Her nipples were still rock hard, her clit throbbed against the belt, and her cunt contracted with every move she made. She whimpered out loud a bit, not being able to find a position comfortable enough to allow her to sleep.
Suddenly, he turned to her, propping his head up on one hand. “What’s the matter?”
She looked at
him, and shouted, “You know damn well what is wrong! I can’t sleep like this, Chip.”
Chip arched one brow peering back at her, “So what you are saying is that you want more. Is this what you are telling me?”
Sara squirmed under his gaze. “No. I was just trying to get comfortable.”
He chuckled. “My poor little Sara. Will you never learn? All right, babe, have it your way.” Sara said nothing as Chip reached for the remote laying on his nightstand and turned it up a notch higher. Sara wanted to scream as she laid there bound and helpless to their bed, her hips writhing as the stiff phallus moved faster in her cunt. She could do this, she chanted to herself in her mind. It was one more night. One more lesson. Come morning it would all end. She knew what she was getting herself into when she agreed to this. All she had to do was make it through the night.
However, when his hand moved to the front of the belt and opened the flap there, Sara knew her last night with her husband wasn’t going to be easy. Chip placed one finger on her clit and started to rub her hard. His smiling face contorted with pleasure as his finger stopped moving just before she reached her orgasm. He closed the flap, patting his hand over it, and chuckled, “There’s a good girl. Try and get some rest, wife.”
The corners of his mouth tilted up in a smirk as he turned back over and closed his eyes.
Sara laid there in the dark, taking long deep breaths, trying to bring her body under some sort of control. The phallus within her was beginning to wreak havoc with her good intentions. Careful to keep still, she focused on a spot above her head and started to count, anything to keep her mind off the orgasm just out of her reach.
Sara woke, her breathing erratic, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her mind spinning wildly, trying to figure out just how long she had been sleeping, yet noticing that her slumber had done little to lessen her arousal. All she could feel was the phallus still moving deep inside her, the smell of her arousal filling her nostrils as she breathed. She squinted at the clock across the room, figuring it was about an hour or so before dawn, exactly two hours until her torment would end. She wriggled on the bed, wanting so desperately to ease the ache deep inside her. She yanked on the bonds holding her hands, wanting to touch herself, to make herself come.
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard her Chip shift on the bed. She peeked over at him, almost groaning out loud, noticing that he was awake. She bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes as she whispered, “Good morning, husband.”
Chip growled low in his throat. His eyes hardened to steel as he ground out, “It is not a good day, wife.” He reached over her, carefully turning her to her side, facing her away from him. Sara didn’t know what he was up to until her undid the chastity belt carefully, lowering the back half of it. He roughly pulled the plug from her ass, yet kept the vibrating phallus lodged deep within her cunt.
“Today and the rest of them are never going to be good again,” he muttered, as she looked over her shoulder at him. She wondered what he meant by that but decided not to ask. Chip reached over to his nightstand and picked up a tube of lubrication he always keep there, and coated his hard cock with it before roughly shoving it into her ass. Sara cried out as her ass was stretched forcefully. She felt as if she were torn in two. Her cries turned to soft, continuous whimpers as Chip roughly plunged in and out of her ass. He leaned in, placing his lips right against her ear, and whispered, “You’ll never find anyone who pleasures you as I do.” Before she could stop him from tormenting her anymore, he turned the phallus up to high and groaned.
Sara cried out, tossing her head back and forth, and words tumbled from her mouth. “I can’t do this anymore, Chip. Stop! I want you to stop!”
He ignored her, grinding his cock deep into her ass and growled, “Then safeword.”
That was his game! She had never used that word before. Never thought she had to need to, until now. He wasn’t loving her, he was torturing her. He was making her pay for their decision. He wanted her to pay for a life they were never going to have. Oh God, she couldn’t take much more of it. She was sore, her body exhausted, yet felt alive as if wired to blow. She needed to come so badly, she feared that when she did, she would combust.
“Please, Chip! Let me come!”
His only response was a deep growl as he continued to fuck her ass deep and hard. He paused a moment, tossing his head back, breathing deeply as he kept his cock buried deep inside her ass and ground his hips against her. Sara moaned desperately, feeling herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, not sure how much longer she could hold out.
Chip roared as he released his cum deep into her ass, roaring out in pleasure. When the last pulse signaled he was done, he slowly pulled out of her, and once again removed the condom she never saw him put on.
Releasing her from all her bindings, including the belt, she watched as he stood not staring at her, but his clock, as the alarm went off. Walking over to it, he turned it off and then quietly walked towards the bathroom. He stopped, turned, and, his face void of any expression, said, “Time’s up, babe. It’s over. You can go now.” And he disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Sitting up in bed, she placed her head in her hands and cried, softly muttering the word, “Peanut.”
Chapter One
The Pleasure Cave, present day
He hated this day, well, not the day of the week per se, but this date in history.
Today marked five years since the accident that changed his life forever and still he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror. Well, not his face, that was. As for the rest of him, he thought the scars were somewhat cool. He tried not to think of that horrible time in his life, but on this date, he couldn’t help himself. What should have been the happiest day in his life turned out to be the worst imaginable that not only charted a new course for him, but also severed a dear friendship.
After leaving home, he traveled the roads aimlessly, never stopping long enough to make roots. He was happy, content being on the open road, that was until he picked up a pretty hitchhiker. A chance meeting when he took a wrong turn, turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to him. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he had finally done something right.
Valerie Christie was an adrenaline junkie, smart, funny and a beautiful submissive. They hit it off at first sight. After their first ride together, they were inseparable. Everywhere they went, she had the innate ability to make it feel like home, but it didn’t take a genius to realize that she was home. As long as she was with him, Jason knew that he could do anything. The open road was their front yard and his bike was their home. They were happy, and wanted for nothing. That was, until the night of the accident. Jason had wanted to stop, but like all the times before he let Valerie talk him into a midnight run. Looking back, he should have put his foot down, but she was determined, and he had a hard time telling her no. Therefore, they loaded up the bike after stopping for something to eat and headed back out. He never saw the truck. His only memory of that night was hearing Valerie scream, and scream, and scream.
He woke up three days later in the Silver Springs hospital, in agony, if that was what it really was. Pain, unimaginable pain encompassed his whole body. Unable to move or talk, he was left with his thoughts, and the only thing on his mind was Valerie.
It took almost a month before the doctors removed his ventilation tube, and when they did, his first word was her name. It took another couple of weeks to get any information on her, and it wasn’t good. Unable to go to her, he had to wait until he was healed enough to leave, and that took another two months. When the doctors gave him his walking papers, he hopped into a cab, and left Silver Springs to find his best friend.
He found her in a recovery center south of Billings. She was beautiful. Sitting at a table with a nurse, she was laughing, enjoying the warm sun. However, her smile faded when his eyes locked with hers. Her serene face turned fearful, then hard. He never expected h
er to reject him, however, when the nurse stood, and on pulling Valerie’s chair, he knew there was no amount of apologies he could say to give her the use of her legs back. She was paralyzed because of him. As much as that hurt him, nothing compared to it when she told him, “I’ll never forgive you, you freak. Stay away from me.”
She was right, he was a freak. No longer able to rely on his looks, he hid in the shadows of dark clubs, and watched as others lived their lives, that was until Gabriel found him.
Shaking off the morose mood he was in, he dressed and readied himself for another fun-filled day of whips, chains, and dominance. Grabbing his mask, he swiftly donned it. Picking up his whip and key, he left his apartment and headed downstairs to his home away from home, praying that today was an easy day and that it would soon be over.
Exiting the elevators, Matthias stopped him, “Hey, kid, you ready?”
“Ready for what?” Jason asked, unsure what the Dungeon Master was asking.
“Your big scene tonight.” Matthias grinned. “The whole club is talking about it.”
“No.” Jason sighed. “Oh God, I totally forgot. I can’t. I can’t do it today, my head’s not in the right place.”
“Well, too bad. Gabriel is expecting a packed house in the dungeon tonight, and Sara is already preparing.”
“Come on, Matthias. Ask Mac to do it. I can’t,” Jason moaned. He should have looked at the calendar better. This was his entire fault. With his emotions running high, and every thought in his head returning him back to a dark dismal time in his life, he wasn’t going to be any good. Not when he needed total concentration on what he had prepared for. No, there was no way he was going to be able to do the scene. He was just going to have to reschedule.
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