There was steel in his voice, but Sorcha saw humor in his eyes.
“Trouble? I’ve gotten along just fine by myself, thank you very much.”
“Have you? Let’s see, you’re unemployed and I just had to bail you out of jail. Do you consider those things fine?”
“You’re a pig.” Sorcha’s throat tightened around the words.
“I can be, yes. But Sorcha, you need to face facts. Those things aren’t good, and I’m not going to let you wander into more trouble by going on this trip alone and saying something that could inadvertently get you into trouble.”
“Inadvertently? Listen, buster, it was my inadvertent actions that brought the two of us together. Was that a mistake?”
“The action, yes. The consequence, no.”
“Well, that makes no sense whatsoever.”
They began to talk in rapid Spanish, their fingers pointing at each other as their voices grew in anger. They stopped when Ward cleared his throat.
“Listen, as much as I’d love to listen to your lover’s quarrel, I’m thinking you need to take it home.”
Sorcha shot Diego an angry look.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
“Me, too.”
Sorcha stood and agreed to phone Ward from the road, and after visiting Tony at the prison. When they were seated in the truck, she ran her hands down her skirt.
“Take me home.”
“No. Did you not get the message I’m not letting you out of my sight?”
“Why? So you can make fun of my decisions? So you can basically tell people I’m an idiot who doesn’t know how to live her life?”
He turned the truck away from I-25 and she threw up her hands.
“Did you hear me? Take me home. Our weekend is over.”
“It was interrupted. It’s not over. You’re still mine until Monday night at six.”
“I don’t believe you. You expect me to submit to you? Especially after you sat there and basically told your friend I’m a moron.”
“Did I say that? No. Oye, yo no estoy acostumbrado a que otros me importen, pero tú me importas a mí. ¡Nadie nos va a separar, ni siquiera tú!”
His fists tightened on the wheel and Sorcha stared at him, her stomach dropping to her knees.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
“Say it again. Tell me you care about me again.”
He shook his head. He looked angry and she frowned.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No. Sorcha, don’t you get it? If I didn’t care, your ass would be sitting in jail right now.”
“Diego, you have sex with lots of women. Just because we’ve…”
“Do you know how many collared subs I’ve had in my life? One. I might play, and top lots of women, but I don’t commit. The women know that going into a session with me.”
She stared at him, her anger dropping with each second. When he’d told her earlier that he’d been attracted to her, she’d thought he’d been joking, trying to make her feel better. She knew better now. But how could she be sure that she wasn’t just another subbie for him to play with?
“How do I know you won’t just dump me?”
“You don’t. But I don’t know that about you, either. I’m putting my heart at risk, too. Besides, you trusted me enough to let me hog-tie you.”
She twisted her hands together in her lap. “What happens next?”
“Well, I have a lovely table that I’d like to introduce you to, and some new purple rope that will look very beautiful against your skin. But it’s very early in the morning, and I’m very tired. So I’m thinking sleep now, play tomorrow, or should I say later today? Deal?”
“Deal.”
She turned to him, her voice low.
"Diego. Tú también me importas, pero todavía tengo miedo. Por favor no me hieras.”
“Don’t be scared, mi juguete. I’m not planning on hurting you.” He gave her a mischievous grin. “Unless you want me to.”
Chapter Nine
“Well, my arrest is not in the newspaper, so I guess that’s a good thing.” Sorcha slapped the paper on the table and took a sip of her coffee.
“If word of it does get out, there won’t be an explanation, or at least one that’s true. Ward will see to that.”
“I’ll never find a job now.” Sorcha pulled on the shirt he’d given her to wear. It was one of his, and wouldn’t close around her chest.
“Only if you’re convicted of a crime. Applications don’t ask if you’ve been arrested, just if you’ve been convicted.”
“True. But the chances of me being convicted are good. I mean face it, I’m guilty.”
“Yes, you are. But if the information we talked about pans out, I’m sure there will be no charges filed. Case closed.”
She smiled. “That’s a wonderful idea.”
“Speaking of bad girls…” He nodded at her, his eyes narrowed.
“Were we?”
“Yes, we were. Someone owes me some time in the chair.”
“I know.” She pouted at him and he laughed.
“Please. You loved that chair. You came hard. Three times, I might add.”
“Yeah, but this time it’s going to be, you know.” And although I love it that way, I want it to be your cock, and not a plastic cock.
“Up your ass? Yes, it is. And that’s the problem I’ve been thinking about all night.”
Sorcha’s eyes brightened. “You’ve changed your mind?”
“Well, you see I’m jealous the dildo’s getting there before me. I want to claim your sweet little rosebud.”
Sorcha blushed with pleasure. “What does that mean?”
“That means we’re going to the dungeon and I’m going to bind you in a particularly pleasing way that might take a good, long while, because good bondage is not rushed. When you’re properly tied, I’m going to claim my prize.”
“My ass?”
“Your ass.”
“Does that mean my punishment is forgiven?”
“No, just delayed. You’ll still get your twenty-five minutes in the chair, and the dildo will still be in your behind. It’s just postponed. I find postponing punishments and drawing things out makes them all the sweeter, for me and my subbie.”
Before she could reply, he stood. “Go to the dungeon, get naked, and wait for me there. You know the position to get into.”
Sorcha hurried down the hall. She dropped the shirt on his bed and went to the dungeon, going to the center and clasping her hands around her forearms behind her back. She spread her legs and bowed her head. Excitement churned inside her. Her pussy pulsed with anticipation and she chuckled.
“You’re taking a backseat today,” she whispered. “Sorry for you, but good for me.”
If Diego knew how much I loved being taken that way, he wouldn’t consider it punishment.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“I was just telling my pussy it wasn’t going to get fucked.”
“Answer my question.”
“No, my liege.”
“Bad, Sorcha. I might have to bring out a flogger.”
He came up behind her and caressed her hips. “What’s your job?”
“To tell you if I feel any pain, discomfort, or panic.”
He moved back and smacked her behind soundly. The sting radiated straight to her clit.
“My liege. I’m sorry. I meant to say, my liege.”
“Better. Now, lift your arms up just a bit. And remain absolutely silent, unless you’re doing your job.”
She nodded her head and closed her eyes to savor the feeling of him wrapping the soft rope around her forearms. He wove it around her, looping it through other pieces in what she was sure became decorative knots.
When he was done with her arms, he patted her behind.
“Feeling all right?”
She nodded and he stepped in front of her, looping a piece of rope through the D-ring o
f her collar.
“Follow me.”
He led her across the room to a piece of furniture that looked almost like a massage table. It had open spots for her face, breasts, and genital area. The lower portion split into legs that could be moved apart.
“Lie down here.”
“I’m starting to panic.”
“Do you trust me, Sorcha?”
“Yes, my liege.”
“What’s wrong? Tell your Master why you’re panicked.”
“The table looks small. What if I fall, Master?”
“I won’t let you fall. Total and complete trust, Sorcha. I’ll accept no less. If you can’t give me that, we need to stop. Right now. Do you want to use your safe word?”
“No, my liege.”
“Let me help you climb onto the table.”
He settled her onto the table, widening the gap just a bit so her large breasts would hang free. He massaged her shoulders and rubbed her bottom.
“Feeling better?”
“Yes, my liege.”
“Good. Just relax. This is supposed to be fun for both of us. I want you to enjoy it as much as I do.”
She laughed. “I know you do, and I am. It’s just all so new.”
“I know. But soon it’ll be old hat to you and I’ll have to come up with new positions to tie you in.”
His words made her tingle and he leaned over and kissed her neck.
“Silence, unless you’re doing your job.”
He bound her to the table, starting at her waist and wrapping lengths of cord around her, stopping at times to make sure the tension was good. It felt just a little bit tighter than the hog-tie had, but it was not uncomfortable.
Sorcha began to relax as his hands moved over her body. When he whipped the cord around her thighs, she wanted to sigh in pleasure. He’d moved it somehow so the rope was running parallel with her body. The movement of the rope felt almost like a braid as he bound her lower limbs to the outstretched table legs.
She wondered how long he’d been working. It had to have been at least an hour. When he’d finally bound both of her legs to the table he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Perfect. Well, almost perfect. But I’m not going to add the last touches until I’m ready to take your ass. How are you feeling?”
He ran his hands over the bonds, testing the tension.
Sorcha sighed. “Fine, my liege.”
“Thirsty?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Me, too.” She heard him move across the room. Seconds later he knelt down next to her face and offered her a water bottle, complete with a straw.
“Drink.”
She took several large sips. When she was done, he took some and handed it back to her.
“More?”
“No thank you, my liege.”
“You look so beautiful, Sorcha. That purple rope complements your skin perfectly. Would you like to see?”
“How?”
He shook his head. “Oh ye of little faith. Your Master can do anything.”
“He can make me see things behind me when I’m bound to a table?”
“Bet me.” He sat down and leaned against the wall.
“What’s the wager?”
“If you win, you’ll get to choose the prize of your choice. If I win, I get the same thing. Any time, any place, without question.”
Her gaze darted around the room. She saw no mirrors. He would have to set them up at the proper angles for it to work.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? Scared?”
“There has to be a time limit on this bet. Two minutes.”
“I can do it in one.”
“How?”
“The bet.”
“What are the limits on what you can ask for?”
His chuckle was deep. “There are no limits. You should know that by now.”
“In under one minute?”
“Under one minute.”
“I’d shake your hand, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment.”
Their shared laughter filled the room and he leaned over and kissed her, biting her lower lip gently. “That will seal it.”
He stood and moved a short table in front of her. “A stopwatch so you know I’m not cheating.”
“That’s very generous of you, my liege.”
“Do I detect sarcasm?”
“No. My liege.”
She lifted her gaze to his, fighting back laughter.
“Hmm, I think it was. You’ll pay for that.”
He started the watch and moved away; seconds later he was back, wheeling a stand with a large TV on it. He disappeared behind her again and within seconds the TV turned on and her back came into view.
“How? I see no cameras.” She moved her head as best she could, trying to detect cameras in the ceilings.
He stepped in front of her, a video camera held to his face.
“How much time do I have left?”
She glanced at the watch. “Twenty seconds, Master. You duped me. The bet wasn’t fair.”
“I can taste my winnings already. Mandatory silence starts now, Sorcha.”
His hands caressed the ropes, which pushed the bindings into her skin, causing a tickling sensation. Sorcha closed her eyes, and opened them again to see his fingers trail down each of her legs, tickling the skin that wasn’t covered with rope. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
When he pulled back to give her a full shot she wanted to groan. Her pussy and ass were on display, her legs splayed wide and bent at the knees. When he tickled her pussy she shut her eyes tight.
Lord, that felt good. So good.
“You’re very wet.” He moved his fingers down to capture her clit. “It’s throbbing for me.”
She nodded. Damn, she wanted to come. Not being able to talk was bondage on top of bondage.
He inserted a finger inside her wetness, then another, sawing them in and out of her. Her bindings made it impossible for her to move her hips and she shook her head in frustration.
To try and take her mind off his fingers, she focused on the screen, fascinated by seeing something she’d never seen before. When he inserted a third finger, angling his fingers to hit her sweet spot, Sorcha moaned.
His fingers left her quickly and he slapped her behind.
“Did you have permission for that?” He slapped her behind again, focusing the camera on the red handprint that showed up.
“No, Sir.”
“You’ll learn when I say silence, I mean silence. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my liege.” Don’t tease me like that. I can’t stand it.
“I never gag a subbie who’s bound. They have to have the ability to speak if there’s a problem, but you have to learn. We’ll think of a proper punishment tomorrow. Now, what are you going to do?”
“Stay silent, my liege.”
“Very good.” He caressed her bottom, and she wanted to cry out when his hands moved away.
“I need both of my hands, so I’m putting the camera on a tripod. Don’t worry, I have a little remote I can use to zoom in, so you can watch me fuck your ass.”
Oh, lord. How was she supposed to not talk or moan, while watching that? Did he think she had super powers? She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as he massaged lube into her rosette.
“The angle’s a little off,” he said.
The table under her moved, lifting a little at the top and dropping at the bottom. Sorcha’s heart beat faster, but she knew Diego had her bound securely to the table and she wouldn’t slide off.
“This table can even move you into an upright position, so I could torture your sweet nipples and cunt while you’re bound.”
He stepped in front of her and got down on his haunches. “Which reminds me. I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the nipple clamps with the bells.
“Three of them. Two for your nipples, and one for your clit. You’ll play sweet music while I ride you.”
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p; He attached them with enough pressure to make Sorcha wince. She knew they weren’t tight enough to stop circulation, but would cause discomfort, which she knew from experience turned to sweet pain.
Diego walked behind her and caressed her bottom. “I think you’re properly prepared now. Well, almost.”
He trickled more lube on her anus, then rubbed it around, inserting his thumb when she’d started to relax. Her body moved in rhythm to his thrusts and the bells tinkled.
“Tight enough to keep you on the table, but loose enough to let those pretty breasts move and make noise for me.”
He removed his thumb and pushed a finger against her opening, pushing inside gently.
“Good?”
She nodded vigorously.
Please! Just fuck me! Now. Put it in!
He inserted his finger all the way in, moving it around.
Please, your cock, Master, your cock. Please! Lord, this is torture. Fuck my ass.
She watched the screen as his fingers withdrew. She’d never seen herself there, and it was more than a little strange. The sound of a ripping condom package made her tense.
Finally. Oh, fuck me, Diego, please. Please take my ass.
His cock came into view on the screen, and he added lube to it, smearing it over the head. She could see the ring pressed against the latex. What was his decoration going to feel like going in and out of her ass? Would it hurt? Would it increase the pleasure? She’d always liked being taken this way, would she like it more with Diego’s Prince Albert added to the mix?
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her rosette and she watched the screen intently. Seconds later, he pushed inside. Her rosette puckered, then parted for him. She could feel him thrusting inside, the ring sliding against her most sensitive flesh. Seconds later, the head of his cock was in. He spread her cheeks and she saw her anus, wrapped around his cock.
“Like what you see? Tell me.”
“Yes, my liege. So good.”
“Watch me fuck you, Sorcha. I’ll let you speak later, but not now.” He pushed more of himself inside and her anus swallowed him up like a hungry bird swallows a big, fat worm. When he was all in, he kept himself flush against her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her.
When he started to thrust, she thought she would go crazy. The ring dragged up and down her insides, causing sensations she’d never felt before. The table, and in turn Sorcha, rocked under the force of his movements and the bells began to ring, softly at first and louder and louder as he picked up speed.
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