Cuff Master (28 page)

She admitted she expected a lot of black. But brown was less
frightening than black soundproofed walls. The wooden floor was worn by age,
though a few scatter rugs emphasized how gorgeous it was.

Ethan kept hold of her as he walked to the center of the
room, placing her upon a black leather-bound table with silver studs and more
O-rings. The table was as wide as a double bed and long enough to accommodate
her long limbs.

He laid her out on it so gently that she almost wept when he
made sure her head rested upon a pillow that felt as soft as a cloud. He freed
her left arm, bringing it up and back and securing it with the cuffs to a ring,
repeating the same process with her right hand, then her right ankle and the
left, stretching her out into a great big X.

The leather top was as soft and pliable as the pillow. He
finished restraining her by securing a thick leather belt across her abdomen an
inch above her bellybutton. Oddly, he placed a small stress-relieving ball in
her left hand.

“Honey, I want you to hold that. Squeeze it when you feel it
necessary or need to tell me something and can’t speak up. If you panic and
aren’t sure what to do, release it. Okay?”

“Okay, but why? Won’t a safe word be enough?”

“Sometimes a sub won’t admit that something truly scares her
because she wants to prove herself to her Dom. I don’t want you to do that.
Safe words are wise. When you are bound or close to flying, it may not occur to
you to say it. Releasing the ball will tell me you need out of those cuffs
ASAP, no questions asked.”

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“How is it this table is so comfortable?”

“Beneath the leather is memory foam. I made it.”

“I’d gathered that. You and your brothers sell this gear.”

“Do you have a problem with that? It’s a nice business and
we make certain to sell to D/s couples who’ve been vetted by Phalen.”

“I’ve no problem with it as long as no one gets hurt.”

“Good. Now I’m going to let you get acquainted with our
playroom. Remember, nothing you see can harm you unless you try to use
something without me. Do not attempt to restrain yourself or try out something
without my help.”

Morgan shook her head. “I’d never do that. Might I ask
something before you leave?”

“I’m not leaving. I’ll be close. Trust me.”

“Would you let me tie you up on this table sometime? I would
like nothing more than to have my way with your delectable body.”

“Get through this night as I believe you’re capable of and
you may restrain me on occasion…after giving an offering first. And you’ll need
to learn proper restraint techniques and fail-safe releases.”

“I’m grateful. Thank you.”

Ethan bent down until she could see his face. “You okay here?
I promise I will not leave the room. One thing I’d never do is leave you alone
while you are bound.”

“I’m fine. I feel safe. Is that strange?”

“Not strange,” he answered, moving in closer so he could
kiss her.

Desperately wanting to hold him while they kissed, Morgan
couldn’t. The cuffs and chains prevented any such thing, making her long for it
more. Ethan seemed to know what she needed.

Surprisingly, he climbed up on the table, straddling her
waist and settling himself right onto her. The clamps dug in a little, the bite
a good bit harsher, but Morgan loved the way Ethan wrapped his arms around her
as best as he could and continued to kiss her.

“I love you so much, Morgan,” he whispered between the
gentlest of kisses. His tongue swept out, meeting her lips, forcing them to
part for the intimate foray of tongue-to-tongue contact. “Nothing can happen to
you when we’re together this way.”

“I know. I want to hold you, Ethan. That’s the hardest
part.”

“How about letting me take care of you? Don’t worry about anything.
I’ve got you. I won’t let you down.”

Turning her head enough to kiss him back, Morgan sought
entrance into the deeper recesses of his mouth. He permitted it and she
relished the opportunity to explore the textures of his teeth and the warm
thickness of his tongue.

When he relaxed his guard, Morgan withdrew her tongue and
caught his lower lip, clamping down on it with the same bite she was feeling on
her clit and nipples.

Ethan yelped and drew back. “What the fuck was that for,
sub?” He wiped his lip and came away with a streak of crimson.

“For making me lie here wanting nothing more than to fuck
you and I can’t. I can’t move. I can’t even come. I can’t do anything.”

“You’ll come. But since you’ve been bad again, you’re not to
come unless I grant permission.”

“Seriously?”

“Very much, remember who’s in charge.”

“Is my grizzly coming out to play?”

“There’s a good chance he’s going to eat your gorgeous pussy
for dessert.”

“Get to it then, I’m dripping.”

Ethan sat up, gripping her face in one of his hands. Not
once putting too much pressure on her bones, he kept her completely at his
mercy. “Do not get bratty. That’s a surefire way to get a chastity belt locked
around your pussy.”

“You do that, you can’t get laid.”

“I can put a head restraint and gag on you that will force
you to take my cock in your mouth, with no danger of being bitten by my brat.
Or I can jerk off and spray cum all over your delectable skin and leave it
there until it dries. My pleasure will be had. Yours will be denied if you bite
or attempt to have your way tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, having only meant to get him to
do something more than make her wait and to test him a little. “I shouldn’t
have done that.”

“Accepted,” he said, kissing her again. This time, she let
him have his way and French kiss her without any danger to his lips or tongue.
She was glad because the deeper and longer they kissed, the more she cherished
it.

Only when he was satisfied did he climb off the table.
Unable to do more than lie there listening, she heard him walk around the room
behind her. Morgan took the chance to look around the dungeon.

She’d not thought to look for a secret door. Nothing about
the bookcase suggested it wasn’t what it appeared, which should have clued her
in. Had it been another house, she might have felt something by touching
objects in the room.

Just as Ethan had the power to protect her from her
psychometry when she didn’t want it to get in the way, his room and the house
provided that same miracle.

Morgan heard him working. She heard the opening and closing
of drawers and a closet door. She couldn’t be sure what he was doing, other
than guess he was changing.

It struck her then that she was wrapped in leather and
chains made from modified handcuffs and he’d worn nothing that screamed Dom.
She hoped he returned to the table wearing leather.

She loved the scent of leather. Or maybe he’d be naked? That
would be good. Then again, she should enjoy time to get to know the dungeon.
Soon enough, she’d be too occupied to look.

As she’d noticed when Ethan carried her through the door,
the walls were made of brownstone. Amber lighting had been embedded
strategically about the room to give enough light to see by, but not overwhelm
the eye.

In one corner of the room was a dungeon sawhorse made of
wood and leather, rings, stirrups, leather restraints and several different
lengths of chains. A Master could strap his submissive to that device and
spank, flog or whip her at his whim.

What made it tempting to straddle was the enormous cock
poking out from a real leather saddle mounted on the back of the sawhorse.
Morgan was pretty sure that cock would move or vibrate.

A coatrack stood to the right of the modified sawhorse.
Hanging from each peg on the rack were various types of whips, paddles and floggers.
Cuffs hung there as well, some were metal, some were plastic and some were
leather.

Several trunks sat off in another corner. Morgan had no idea
what was in them, but she sure could guess.

A St. Andrew’s cross was fastened to a wall across the room.
But above the bondage table was the most alarming of the dungeon gear. It
looked to be part crane, part cable winch and pulley system, but the series of
chains, restraints, stirrups and leather harness made her realize what it was
for, suspension.

Whoa, the idea of being bound several feet off the floor,
completely at Ethan’s will, was stunningly, alarmingly seductive. Even as
Morgan lay there on a bondage table waiting for him to fuck her mercilessly,
she grew wetter simply by looking at that harness.

There might be more bondage and discipline devices about the
room. But Morgan couldn’t tell. For one thing, some items were behind her and
straining to see them was impossible.

For another, Ethan came into view. He wasn’t completely
naked. But…wow, double wow, he wore a black Dom’s cloak that was left open at
the front. His legs and chest were bare. His great big cock was contained by a
thick leather codpiece and he wore kneepads.

Why the kneepads? Well, duh, to kneel on the table without
crushing his kneecaps.

“Are those hockey pads?” she asked curiously.

“I played ice hockey growing up. I took a puck to the knee
in the tenth grade, ended up with a cast, a couple of surgeries to repair the
damage and crutches, which effectively put a halt to my dream of going pro
someday.”

“I’m sorry. Does your knee still hurt?”

“When I’m feeling tired or after running a lot, yes.”

“You carry me around as if I’m a lightweight.”

“You are a lightweight.”

“I’m not exactly tiny. Maybe you should have Doc take a look
at your knee just to make sure lifting me won’t hurt you further.”

“It’s not necessary. Let’s not argue about this.”

“I’m not arguing. But if something happened to you because
of me, I’d never forgive myself.”

Ethan smiled to reassure her. “Morgan, sweetie, believe me when
I tell you that I’m perfectly capable of carrying you wherever and whenever I
want. Since I plan to be kneeling over you quite a bit tonight, I need the
padding. Okay?”

Morgan nodded. Mercy, Ethan was a delicious sight. In that
cloak and little else, he was one hundred percent Dom. That he’d taken the time
to protect his knees simply because he intended to fuck her a lot impressed
her.

“Did you like what you saw of our dungeon so far?” he asked,
walking up to the table to stand by her.

“Yes, Master. Are you planning to suspend me from the
ceiling?”

“Not tonight.”

“Another night?”

“Hell yes. I’m going to strap you into that harness and fuck
you blind, after all the other things I intend to do to you.”

“Such as?”

“How about you find out when it happens? I’ve a particular
kink for suspension and swing fucking.”

“Swing fucking? There’s a sex swing? Where?”

“It’s in a trunk across the room. When we want to use the
swing, I’ll secure it to the suspension chains.”

“What do you have in mind for tonight?”

“Sensory play, discipline and sex.”

“Isn’t that all kind of the same thing?”

“All three will get you off, if that’s what you’re asking.
Are you willing?”

“Definitely willing and tempted to find out exactly what you
mean.”

Ethan reached out, the cloak falling back over his
shoulders. She hadn’t seen them until then. On each wrist, he wore studded
gauntlets.

Hello! Those studs looked sharp.

For that matter, the erection held in check by the codpiece
was straining against the leather. She knew exactly how big of a package
awaited her.

“Let me suck you off, Master,” she requested, wishing her
hands were free so she could ease that codpiece off and lick him all over.

“Maybe later,” he answered, denying her the very thing she
wanted.

Pouting, Morgan tried to catch his eye. Ethan wasn’t buying
it. In fact, he opened a drawer located under the table, rummaging around in it
for something.

A match was struck. The scent of flint was momentarily
strong until cinnamon overcame it. Ethan shifted around and set a blood-red
candle into a black wrought iron candelabrum that was at least five feet tall.
One by one, he filled the holder with more red candles.

When he was done, there were seven candles burning and the
aroma of cinnamon filled the air. It was enticing, spicy and sensual. The
candles quickly dripped with molten wax, reminding her of tears.

“You have a choice to make, sub,” he said after he stepped
back to the table. “Do you wish to be blindfolded or see tonight?”

The fact that she had the choice was enlightening. If she
couldn’t see, her senses would take over. If she could see, she’d learn more
about her enigmatic Master.

“No blindfold, Master. Thank you for the choice.”

Ethan reached out to stroke her face slightly. The calluses
on his fingertips scratched slightly, but she liked the abrasion along her
skin.

“You’re very welcome, my love.”

“I am yours, aren’t I?”

“In all things, in all ways,” he stated.

“You’re so kind to me.”

“Have you any idea the things I can do to you when you’re at
my mercy? Kindness is the last thing on my mind.”

“What’s on your mind now?”

Ethan didn’t answer right away. He reached into his drawer
of tricks and pulled something out. “Pleasure, yours, mine, ours,” he told her
when he was ready.

He revealed what he’d gotten from the drawer by holding it out
for her to see. Morgan had no idea what it was. It looked to be the same size
as a round package of birth-control pills.

“What is that?”

Ethan grinned devilishly. “It’s for your pussy,” he told
her, which didn’t explain much.

Morgan watched while he drew the thing from the package. It
reminded her of a Native American dreamcatcher, was about the same width as a
diaphragm for birth control and flexible. It also had four tiny…were they
clamps?