“Joel!”
The movement paused. “What do you call me?”
“Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“Are you using your safe word?”
“N-no, Sir.”
“Then should you be speaking?”
“Sorry, Sir, it’s just . . .” Was she using her safe word? Did she want things to slow down or stop? He wasn’t harming her. She just felt completely off-balance. Which was the point.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
He was silent and she worried he would stop. Then the noise continued and her arms were raised above her head. She stood there, naked, bound, her legs spread, her arms tied above her head. And she wasn’t able to see a thing.
Completely exposed and vulnerable.
She jumped as Saxon moved up behind her, pressing his body against hers. He was still fully dressed but he felt wonderful next to her. He placed both hands on her hips.
“Sh, pet. You’re okay. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. Although you will pay for that little disobedience later. I’m in the mood to spank that ass.”
When wasn’t he?
She had to bite her lip against that retort, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate it.
He reached around and cupped her breasts, rubbing his fingers over her hard nipples, squeezing them to the point of pain then easing back. He rolled them between his fingers and thumbs until she was panting, her body on fire. He ran his hands down her tummy to her pussy. One finger strummed her swollen clit and with his other hand he squeezed her ass. Then he drew back and she had to stop herself from crying out, from begging him to keep touching her.
She felt her ass cheeks being suddenly parted and something hard and plastic pressed inside her back hole. Before she could react, something cold and wet filled her ass. What the fuck?
She squeaked, stiffening. The plastic thing was removed but the wet, cold stuff was still inside her. Had he just shot lube into her ass? The urge to talk, to ask him what the hell he was doing was almost impossible to ignore. But she did her best. She felt him part her ass cheeks again. What now?
Something harder and a lot thicker was pushed against her asshole. Why wasn’t he talking? What didn’t he tell her what he was doing? She guessed it was all part of his plan but, fuck, it sucked.
He pushed the plug deep inside her. It burned and she took a few sharp breaths before the burn faded to pleasure. Damn, she really did love having her ass played with. She shivered at the thought of him taking her ass.
He moved away again, and her nerves nearly pushed her into calling out yellow. Was he still there? He wouldn’t leave her, would he?
No. This was Saxon. He would never leave her like this. But, damn, it was hard to stop those thoughts. So many people had abandoned her. But he wasn’t like that. She took a deep breath in, forcing herself to relax.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Were you worried that I’d left?”
“A little bit, Sir. But I knew you wouldn’t.”
He ran a finger down her cheek. “It pleases me that you know that.”
He spread her lower lips and something thick was pressed into her slick pussy. She moaned at the feeling of fullness as he pushed the dildo inside her. It settled into her pussy and she clenched down around it and the plug, her arousal growing in leaps and bounds. Fuck. How would she ever last?
There was a buzzing noise. No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
A clit tickler was placed on her swollen bundle of nerves. She groaned, her knees buckling. He caught her around the waist before she could pull on her bound arms and injure herself.
“Easy, pet,” he murmured. “We’re nearly there and you are doing so well.”
She forced some starch into her legs, and he let her go gradually. The vibrators were switched off and she took a calming breath. Then something cool was placed between her legs. It felt metallic and hard, and she frowned. What was it?
He adjusted it slightly then secured a cold metal band around her waist. There was a clicking noise. The object between her legs felt odd. Like metal panties. That came up around her waist.
“You look so beautiful, pet. Would you like to see?”
“Yes, please Sir.”
“Very well. We might have to do something about your hands though. I don’t want you to be tempted to touch yourself. I’m going to release your feet first so you can find your balance.”
She felt him at her feet. Although he didn’t remove the cuffs, he did release them from whatever held them to the floor. Then he lowered her arms, but kept the cuffs on each wrist. He secured each cuff to her side. Then he removed her blindfold.
“Have a look at yourself, pet,” he murmured from behind her.
She looked in the large mirror attached to the wall in disbelief. Her wrists and ankles sported leather cuffs and her wrist cuffs were attached to the thin metal bar that surrounded her waist. She couldn’t move her arms more than an inch or so. But that wasn’t what held her attention. It was the object that covered her pussy and slid up between her ass cheeks. It held in the dildo and anal plug and tickler so there was no chance of anything slipping free.
“What do you think of your chastity belt?”
“I-I . . .” What did she think? She thought it was awful.
“How do I go to the bathroom?” she asked, horrified.
“Well, there are slots I can move to allow you to use the toilet.”
Go to the toilet wearing this thing? It even had a small padlock at the front locking her into it. Could it get more barbaric?
“But I will take it off when you need to use the bathroom. If you ask me to.”
Holy fuck. Did he really want her to ask permission for everything? Including using the damn toilet?
“Yellow.”
Her breath came in sharp pants. Saxon moved around to face her and cupped her face in his hands, raising it up so he could look down at her. “Good girl.”
“What? Huh? You wanted me to use my safe word?”
“You haven’t stopped the scene entirely. My guess is you’re worried about having to completely rely on me, right?”
“Y-yes. I’m not sure I can.”
“You can. You’re not in any pain, are you?”
“No. But I’m not sure I wouldn’t rather have a damn spanking.”
“Oh, you’ll get that too,” he growled. “I’m keeping track of your infractions. When you need something all you need to do is ask me.”
What was he trying to do to her?
She glared up at him. He tapped her nose. “What have I told you about glaring at your Dom?”
“Right now, I think I’m entitled to.”
“And, later, I’ll be entitled to whale on that ass before I take it.”
“I have to stay in the chastity belt?”
“Unless you want to end this scene entirely.”
No, she had agreed to let him take charge. This was hard, but she didn’t want to end it.
“I want to keep going, Sir.”
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She was going to kill the bastard. Roasting him alive wouldn’t be good enough. She was going to cut off his balls and . . . she took a deep breath as he turned off the clit tickler. By God he really was an asshole.
She lay draped over him on the sofa. He sat, one hand mercilessly teasing her breasts, the other operating the remote for the clit tickler. She now had a love hate relationship with it.
She was burning from the inside out. He kept driving her to the point of screaming, just to the edge before pulling her back. It was torture. Couldn’t he see she needed to come? Wasn’t that his job? To give her what she needed? And it wasn’t a want, it was a grinding, overwhelming, bite her tongue, screaming need.
So close. So close. She clenched down on the invaders in her ass and pussy. Wishing they were more. That it was him in her pussy, driving her higher and higher. That it was his finger touching her clit. Suddenly, just at the point of crashing, he turned the tickler off and removed his fingers fro
m her nipples.
She cried out. “Noooo.”
“Poor baby. You look so hot. All flushed and aroused.”
“Of course, I’m fucking aroused, you monster. You’re killing me here. Just let me fucking come already! Or are you getting off on fucking watching me squirm?”
Horror filled her as the words spurted from her mouth. She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop herself. And now she couldn’t even look at him. Shame and panic filled her.
“Aspen, look at me.”
She didn’t want to. She didn’t care that his voice was calm. That he didn’t sound angry. Saxon wasn’t the type to lose his temper. He was always in control.
She slid down onto her knees between his legs and leaned her head against his knee, her entire body shaking. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. Please don’t stop. Don’t leave.”
“Pet, I’m not going anywhere. Look at me, Aspen.” His voice was firm. Not giving her a chance to disobey. When she glanced up, he looked compassionate, almost regretful. “Do I look like I’m going anywhere?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
He stared at her thoughtfully. “The other night at the club, you were worried I would stop everything when you moved your clothing. What did I do?”
“You spanked me then continued on, Sir.”
“Why did you think I’d stop everything and walk away?”
She bit her lip. “Well, I know I’m not your normal type.”
“Says who?”
“Everyone knows the subs you’ve been involved with in the past were very obedient and eager to please. No brats. No tempers.”
Saxon leaned forward, watching her closely. It was important that she understood this. “Maybe in the past I gravitated towards a certain type because it was easier. I didn’t have to invest much. Do you know how long those subs lasted?”
“No, Sir.”
“I think the longest was two months.”
Her eyes widened.
“Not long, right? And do you know why it always ended? I always told myself it was because I didn’t really want anything permanent. Didn’t want a family. But that was only part of it. I was bored.”
“Bored, Sir?”
“Yeah, turns out I don’t want someone who always gives me everything I want. Oh, I’m spoiled and I like to be in control. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always want to be in charge. I’ll always make the rules and there will definitely be consequences for breaking them. But without someone telling me I’ve gone too far, I could become a bit egotistical.”
This time he thought he saw her lips twitch. “No, Sir, not you.”
“I do believe that was sarcasm, pet.”
“Not at all, Sir.”
“Hmm, you see it turns out I rather like a raven-haired sprite who has more courage in her big toe than most people have in their entire bodies. More heart and definitely more loyalty. Do you know why we’re here? Why I set this scene up?”
“To teach me about submission?”
“A little bit. Mostly it was about breaking down your defenses. And getting you to ask for my help.” He cupped her face between his hands. “I’m going to tell you something I never told any of those subs. That I haven’t said to anyone but family.”
She stared up at him. He smiled. “I love you, Aspen. Took me a while to figure out why I was so possessive of you. Why I didn’t want you out of my sight. How I couldn’t get you out of my mind. But I love you. And I love those boys. The three of you are mine. You have been since the moment you moved in. I’m not going anywhere.”
Tears dripped down her face and she felt her nose run. Gross. He stood and moved away. When he returned, he held a tissue up to her nose. “Blow.”
She stared at him incredulously. But he didn’t move. She blew her nose into the tissue even though she was horribly embarrassed. He held a water bottle to her lips and she took a few sips.
“You really love me?” she asked, needing the affirmation.
“I do. And I’m not going anywhere. No matter what. But if you hold things back it’s only going to hurt us. Or it will boil up until you snap and call me a monster.”
She squirmed. “Sorry about that, Sir.”
“If it happens again you’ll go without orgasms for a week.”
She gasped. “I’d rather have a spanking.”
“I know. I don’t want to take over your life, but I do want to be there to support you. Help you. Guide you.”
“Thank you, Sir. I want that too. I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. I think I’ve loved you since that night you helped me with Caleb.”
He smiled and his face lit up with his happiness.
He leaned down and lightly kissed her. “Now, we can stop or we can continue.”
“You’re giving me a choice?”
“You know you always have a choice.”
She did. And right now, her choices were to give up without truly giving this a go or be brave enough to try.
“I want to keep going.”
He ran his thumb over her lips. “My brave girl. You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not saying that just because you don’t want to disappoint me?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for me. I want to continue.” She took a deep breath. “But first, can I sit up, Sir? My legs are hurting.”
His smile was worth what it took her to do this. She could keep going. She would.
He loved her. She could do anything.
“Can I have something to eat, please, Sir?”
She was kneeling on the floor between his legs, her face resting on his thigh. The need to undo his jeans and order her to take him into her mouth was overwhelming. But this was about her, not him. He had to put her needs first. He wanted her to know he was there for her. No matter what.
“Certainly, sprite,” he said warmly. “What would you like?”
She licked her lips. “Just whatever is easiest to make.”
He frowned at her and waited.
“Wh-what is it?”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Oh, right. Um, can I have a grilled cheese.”
“That’s it? That’s all?”
“Maybe I could also have some chips and a drink of orange juice.”
He smiled at her. “Coming up.” He quickly made a grilled cheese sandwich, put it on a plate with some chips, and poured some juice, placing a straw in the cup.
Then he grabbed the plate and cup and carried them back to the sofa, placing them on the coffee table. She tried to turn towards the table, but remembered she was cuffed and turned to where he’d sat back down.
“Can you undo my cuffs, Sir?”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, sprite, but the one thing I won’t do is let you out of your restraints. Not without a safe word or until I’m finished. You’re just going to have to eat from my hand.”
Her eyes went wide as she stared from him to the plate. Then she nodded, her shoulders slumping slightly.
“Most submissives enjoy being fed by their Dom.”
“They do? Why?”
“They feel cherished. Taken care of.” He reached for one half of the sandwich and brought it to his lips, checking the temperature. “Still too hot, you better start with some chips.” He reached out and grabbed a chip, holding it out to her. She took it from his fingers.
“I can’t believe you tested the temperature of the sandwich first,” she said softly.
“I don’t want you to get burned.” What sort of Dom did she take him for?
“Thank you, Sir.” The wonder in her eyes reminded him she hadn’t had much care before. Perhaps that was part of his reason for doing this. To show her that someone else could care for her, in the most basic ways possible. Also, it made him fucking hot to see her bound and secured like this.
Perverted. Sick.
He pushed his brother’s voice aside. He wasn’t going to let Col
e ruin this. Or anything else in his life.
He grabbed the cup of juice and held the straw to her mouth. When she was finished eating, he pulled her up into his arms.
“Want to watch some TV?” he asked, turning it on before she could answer. She leaned against him tiredly. She was getting close to the end of her endurance. But he wanted to drive this message home.
He turned on the clit tickler.
She turned into a writhing, wriggling handful. Her breath came in fast pants, her face was flushed, her eyes almost wild. He turned the tickler off, gave her a breather then started it up again. She moaned, her skin was coated in a fine sweat, and if she kept wriggling her ass against him then he just might come in his pants.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please what, pet?” He changed the channel on the TV, not that he was watching it, but it gave him something to do with his hands so he wasn’t as tempted to lay her on the floor, rip that chastity belt off and take her. Over and over and over again.
Didn’t factor your need for her into this little exercise, did you?
“Please let me come.”
He immediately laid her down on the sofa on her back, spread her legs and slid the piece of metal that covered her pussy away. The he leaned in between her legs, removed the tickler and started to tongue her clit. He worked her hard and fast knowing it wouldn’t take much. She was at the edge. She arched up into his face, screaming as she came, her whole body shuddering so hard he reached up to hold onto her, afraid she would fall right off the couch. It took her a long time to calm down, he returned the tickler, slid the panel back into place over her delicious pussy and then sat, pulling her up into his lap once more. She was almost boneless with satisfaction and he held her tightly, hoping it would help her come back down to him.
He brushed her hair off her face as she smiled up at him. “Thank you, Sir.”
“For the orgasm?”
She grinned. “For that. But also for everything. For caring. For being patient with me.”
“I know this isn’t easy.” He looked down into her face, studying her. “I want to know everything about you, baby. Because I want to be in your life for a long, long time and the last thing I want is for resentment to well up because I’m pushing too hard and you’re too scared to tell me. Or for you to need something and not feel like you can ask me. I know I’m bossy and pushy and that I like to be in charge, but I want to be the best sort of husband. And father.”
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