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“Come home with me tonight, Annie.”

Chapter Five

Go home with him? That
one request was the one thing she’d wanted
him to say from the beginning. But it was also the one thing that terrified her the most. If she went home with him, would she be able to leave? She knew the answer was no, but if it meant a few more minutes with him, it was a risk she would have to take.

“Whatever you wish, Sir
. I am yours to do with as you please
.” “Then come with me, but your clothes stay here
. Strip for me, Annie.

I want to see all of you, bared to me, bared for me, and ready for whatever it
pleases me to give to you.”

The car ride between The Iron Cuff and his plush home just outside of town had been short,
but she didn’t remember most of it
.
They’d left her car at the club, and she’d worried half the drive over how she was going to
do what she planned to and leave when the night was over without her car. But the other half had been plagued by the teasing stroke of his fingers
through her wet folds when he’d pushed her legs open in the front seat and
playfully teased every inch of her slit. Wrapped in his suit coat and nothing
else after he’d had her strip at the club, she walked quickly up the steps and
into the foyer of his home. Stopping, slightly stunned at the simple elegance of his modern, sleek, black and white home, she shrugged out of his coat when he took it from her, leaving her standing in his house completely naked against the stark conservatism of the décor. His hand opened to hers, and she took it, following him across the house and down the hall toward his bedroom.

“I’m sorry for before, I was a hurried mess, taking the stress of my
day out on your body, but I can assure you, Annie, the rest of the night will
not be that way.”

Guiding her with one hand holding hers and the other firmly at the
‘V’ of her lower back, he led her to his room, pausing only long enough to
turn on the dim lighting. The same sleek, ultra-modern black and white scheme continued into his bedroom, but it was still comfortable and inviting. A large four-poster bed stood on black posts and risers in the middle of the room, but each end of the bed frame was made to look like an
‘X.’ It wasn’t
until they were close enough for her to see the matte black restraints on each corner and the nearly invisible hinges on either side that realization dawned across her soft features. Both ends of his bed were encased by St.
Andrew’s
crosses built into the furniture. A solid black comforter covered the enormous custom bed, and a liberal collection of white-cased pillows blanketed the top half.

“Annie, we still need to deal with your trying to take control earlier.”
Always a warning before he did something that would involve pain or punishment, but less to prepare her and more to remind her what she was being disciplined for. Nodding, she walked up the small steps at the base of the cross before he shackled her to the dark frame facing the cross, leaving her back and ass exposed. The cool steel of the buckle and the warm softness of the well-worn leather that wrapped around her ankles secured her to the cross, but also anchored her in the storm of emotions and feelings she was trying desperately not to drown in. Soft, open-mouth kisses trailed up the back of her calf then up the inside of her thigh until his tongue flicked against the entrance to her sex. Tilting her hips back to accommodate his attentions, she prayed she would be able to keep her focus enough to truly remember every feeling; every second of blessed euphoria.

His wide, flat tongue continued the path up the crack of her ass, punctuated by the sharp sting of his teeth biting into the flesh at the base of her back. His hands took over the trail his mouth had started and slid around her slim waist. Moving up her flat belly to cup her breasts, he rolled her nipples to hard points, eliciting a sigh from her as her head lolled back and her eyes fluttered closed. Each in turn, he raised her arms, and buckled them to the cross, leaving her splayed out and open, but secure. Footsteps crushed the plush white carpeting of his room, and she heard him leave the room, but not for very long. Without warning, the bite of a brand new and unbroken cat-o-nine tails burned across both of her ass cheeks, and she sucked in a sharp breath, nearly choking on the yelp she fought to keep in. The initial flame of pain gave way to a warm, dull ache as she grew wetter
than she’d
been before.

“Count them out, sweet girl.”
His voice was firm, and she wished
she could see him, but she didn’t need to
. She knew what he looked like standing tall, his bare muscles rippling across his shirtless form
—
the way his slacks hugged his ass just the right way. The firm grip he used on her body mirrored the way he held the cat-o-nine and the strong set of his jaw was a reflection of his strength, not just as a Dom, but also as a man.

“One, Sir.” Another crack ripped across her ass, just higher than the
one before. Another rush of warmth gushed against her skin and between her legs.

“Two, Sir.” And again. Each one arousing her even more as the pain
gave way to warm pleasure.

“Three, Sir.” She felt her juices begin to coat the insides of her
thighs, and no matter how much she tried to squeeze her muscles enough to dull the throbbing desire, it was no use. Four. Five. Six. She was dangling on the edge, barely holding on. Seven. Eight. Her voice was strained and breathless. Each stroke moved a little higher up her back, leaving a trail of reddened flesh and amping up her arousal to the point she thought she might break. Nine. The end of the leather wrapped around her back and licked at her breast, biting into the tip of her nipple as she tensed, biting her tongue hard to keep from crying out.

“Ten, Sir.”
The last lick of the tines grabbed at her breast, igniting a fire deep inside of her. Her body trembled, her core began to spasm, and she held her breath, clawing at the edges of control, damning the flood of pleasure threatening to break free. At her back, she felt his strong, broad chest press against her warm skin along with the humid heat of his breath on her neck. One strong hand wrapped around her hips and slid down the line of her pubic bone to the top of her slit. A rough finger parted her sopping folds, rubbing small, tight circles around her clit. She was so on edge; every part of her body shook violently. He pinched her clit between his fingers and tugged it hard for a split second before releasing it. Less than a breath later, the pads of three of his fingers slapped hard against her swollen clit, and she yelped, unable to stop herself. Panting, trembling, dangling on the cliff, the edges of her vision began to darken. Just before she could whisper the word to beg, she felt his teeth graze the lobe of her ear, and she shivered.

“Come, Annie
. I want to see you submersed in pure bliss.
”
She could no more stop herself from coming in that second than she could stop the tide from coming in. She cried out, releasing her pent up energy as her body tingled. She imagined it was what being struck by lightning felt like. Her pussy contracted wildly, grasping at nothing, and her juices ran own her thighs. Breathless and sated, her cries finally subsided to mere moans, and every inch of her body fell limp against the restraints of the cross. If this night ended this way, she could be content, but she knew better. She knew
him better than that. The sound of metal scraping against metal broke
through her sated haze, and she tensed only a moment as she felt herself begin to tilt off balance. A hinged frame tilted the cross, and she found herself face down over his bed, lying on top of the cross, desperate for more of whatever he had planned.

Chapter Six

The sight of her skin flushed pink and damp with sweat from orgasm was one thing, but when he tilted the cross and saw her marked by his hand as well as her breasts hanging swollen and heavy, he nearly broke his composure and came right there. She was beyond gorgeous, and now, her gloriously sated body was his for the taking. Walking over, he retrieved a new set of vibrating clamps from the drawer. While her nipples were still aroused to tight peaks, he clamped first one and then the other, letting the weights hang a moment for her to adjust before switching on the small battery and watching her acclimate herself to the vibrating sensation. His own arousal was painful, straining against his pants, and he needed relief, but not yet.

Pulling a thin chain with a clamp on the end from the drawer, he laced it through two small openings on the nipple clamps and secured the third clamp to her still swollen and unhooded clit. Each breath she took shifted the chain and tugged beautifully on her most sensitive places.
He’d
put her body through quite a bit th
at night, but he wasn’t finished
. As he moved onto a small step behind her, he knelt on the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pushing them down then palming his heavy cock. Through two orgasms, just the sight of her had him rock-hard. Sheathing himself with a condom from his pocket, he tossed the foil packet to the side and lined his twitching cock up with her entrance. He gave her no warning before gripping her hips and thrusting in to the hilt in one fluid, quick motion. Stilling only a moment to let her adjust, he pulled back, rammed in again, harder and faster than the first time as he set a punishing pace. Each thrust jerked her body hard. The chain and weighted clamps pulled, alternating with his thrusts. Over and over he jackhammered into the wet, hot tunnel of her pussy. His balls smacked against the clamp on her clit, causing her to gasp and moan, her body to vibrate in time with the clamps on her nipples. The whole sight was so erotic his cock began to twitch and jerk inside her. Leaning down, he blanketed her sweat-slicked body with his own, whispering roughly in her ear.

“Come with me, my sweet girl.”
He pushed himself up and threw his head back, roaring out her name as he continued to thrust into her, riding her hard, pushing them both over the edge. The way she contracted around his dick as she came along with the sight of her juices mingling with those of his own that seeped from the edges of the condom prolonged his orgasm. When he was finally able to still, their panting in unison and erratic heart beats were the only sounds in the room, but they were deafening. Finally softening, he extracted himself from her body and tossed the condom into the trash before righting his slacks. Carefully and slowly, he removed the clit clamp first then unthreaded the chain. Not bothering to turn off the vibrating, he squeezed the hinges of the nipple clamps one at a time and watched her cringe as the blood rushed back in, swelling them even more. She whimpered quietly from the pain of her fully distended nipples while he did his best to praise and reassure her.

“Don’t worry, Annie
. I will take care of them, I promise. Just give
me a minute to get you down from there.” He knew she wouldn’t worry, he’d always taken care of her after a session, and he wasn’t about to stop
now. Gripping the frame of the cross, he stood her up and latched the hinges before reaching up her body to her wrists to release first one, and then the other. Taking his time to massage her wrists and forearms, he watched as color returned to her arms and soothed the ache from the restraints. Resting her body against his, he reached down to unshackle each of her ankles, repeating the same massage and wait process. Finally, he lifted her liquid body from the small steps at the base of the frame and cradled her against his chest. He laid her down in his bed and had to shake the image of waking up to her in that bed every morning from his mind. Lying down next to her, he reached into a small mini fridge next to his bed, and removed a piece of ice. Cupping the ice in the warmth of his hand, he carefully rolled his palm over her nipples, soothing the stinging, throbbing ache from the clamps until she relaxed fully into the soft cradle of pillows. He lay there next to her, stroking and praising her for what felt like hours until shrill ringing pierced the silence, wrenching the moment from him. He reached for his phone and nearly hit ignore before he noticed the number belonged to his club.

“What?! What do you mean on fire?! Molly! MOLLY!?” Pale, as though he’d seen a ghost, he gripped his phone tight
ly in his hand.

“I
...I
…
have to go.
The club, there’s a fire, and I have to go.”
He was mumbling as he began gathering clothes, changing quickly into jeans and a tight t-shirt that accentuated every ripple and muscle of his body. He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before nearly sprinting for the door.

“I’ll be back soon
. I promise. Sleep, shower if you need to, but I promise, I will be back.
There’s something I want to tell you.” And without
so much as another look back at her, he ran out of the house, leaving her sated, but alone in his bed.

Chapter Seven

Arianna pushed her tired body up from his bed and rummaged through the drawers. If she allowed herself five minutes of comfort in his bed, she would want to stay forever; she would want to stay long enough to hear what he had to tell her. But even the remote possibility that he wanted
to tell her he couldn’t see her anymore wou
ld hurt more than she would be able to bear.
At least, in leaving, she wouldn’t have to feel the pain of his
rejection. Pulling on an oversized t-shirt of his and a pair of gym pants, she tugged the drawstring as tight as it would go, resting the pants on her hips. In her purse, she found a pen and a small note pad then sat down at the desk in the corner of his room. It was time for her to go; tell him goodbye and move on with what would soon be her new life. Every night she promised herself it would be the last one;
she’d only been fooling herself
. A better time to leave would never come, and that night had been one she would never forget.
He’d called her his sweet girl when he’d come last,
and she would cherish it always.