Over the Line (18 page)

Although she couldn’t move her head, she managed to look down at his waistband purposefully “Either or, Sir.”

Christ
. So much for being the rule-maker. Or for issuing a pseudo-threat. It seemed he was the one at a constant disadvantage. “I want your back to the fence, now, little subbie.” He released her chin.

“Yes, Sir.” Despite the ridiculous height of the shoes, she executed a beautiful, flawless pivot and headed down the poured concrete path.

He wouldn’t tell her, but it had been recently installed just for this reason. Until a few days ago, the back fenced area had been mostly grass that Chewie kept in check. It was far from manicured, but in this rugged environment, he thought the look worked.

He watched the sway of Sydney’s hips as she purposefully moved to the fence. Hot damn. If she were his, he’d keep her in those shoes all the time. He’d hire out all the chores, pay a business manager and spend all day playing with her as his sex toy.

The thought was impossible. In winter, she’d need different shoes.

After snatching up the gag, ropes, piece of fabric and flogger, he walked towards her.
That
wasn’t easy when all he wanted to do was take her inside and throw her beneath him.

She’d already spread her arms wide and legs apart, and she was watching him, waiting for him.

He had to remind himself he was the big, bad Dom.

Michael kept his gaze focused on her, and she never glanced away. “We’ll do the gag last,” he informed her.

“Anything you say, Sir.”

“You may or may not get to orgasm.”

“I…” She opened her mouth for a moment. Resolutely she closed it again. “Yes, Sir.”

He raised a brow and waited.

“Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

“You sound as if you mean it.”

“I do.”

His chest constricted. At that moment, he’d have done anything he could to satisfy her. He removed his hat and hung it from a vertical post.

“You can make the littlest things seem so sexy, Sir.”

He knelt in front of her and looped the rawhide strips around her right thigh several times before securing her to the fence so that she was looking at him. “How’s that?”

“Unyielding, Sir.”

“Too uncomfortable?”

“Isn’t it supposed to be?”

He shook his head and looked up. “Absolutely not. I don’t want you focused on the bondage, I want you surrendered to the moment.”

“Honestly, Sir, it feels fine. I would tell you if it didn’t. I promise.”

Satisfied, he attached her other thigh to the fence. He stood to survey his handiwork. “Are your legs too far apart?”

“It’s a little uncomfortable, but not overly so.”

“You’ll be able to tolerate it?”

“It should be fine, yes.”

“Good. I want to be able to hit your cunt.”

She pursed her lips before breathing in and exhaling a jagged breath.

“Now your wrists.”

He tied her in place then rechecked all the bonds to ensure she was properly affixed. He wanted her secure so she couldn’t pull loose and get injured. He also wanted to be sure her circulation would not be compromised.

Satisfied, he took a step back. “Beautiful.” And she was. She seemed serene, more so than she generally did. Being tied up suited her.

On some level, he understood that. She could struggle as a physical release. And that gave her tacit permission to let go emotionally. For someone like Sydney, that was probably true freedom. He was glad to go on the journey with her.

Holding up the gag, he returned to her. “Is there anything you need me to know?”

“No, Sir.”

“Every part of you is available for me to hit?”

“It is, Sir.”

“I will not go near your face or your neck,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir. That’s thoughtful.”

“Are you okay with a ball gag? It’s rather large.”

“I don’t think it’s going to look very flattering, Sir.”

Wryly, he said, “Other than aesthetically, do you have any issues with being gagged?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good. Because I think it’s hot when a subbie drools all over the place. Open your mouth.” He inserted the ball between her teeth. Since there was only a small part inside he commanded, “Wider.” She waited a moment, stalling, but he outlasted her. When she relaxed slightly, he forced it in farther then told her, “Tip your head forwards slightly.” Getting her hair out of the way of the buckle was a challenge. “Sorry,” he said when he accidentally pulled a few strands.

“’s all right,” she mumbled, or at least that’s what he thought she’d said.

He adjusted the fit so the straps wouldn’t slip. Now it was perfect. She wouldn’t be able to properly form any words, and cries would be stifled. “Damn, you are a sexy woman, Sydney.”

She blinked at him. Normally he’d like her mouth to be free, but it really was a turn-on seeing that big thing forcing her jaw apart. “Do I need to adjust anything?”

She shook her head.

He grabbed the scrap of fabric and pressed it to her right palm. She closed her hand around it.

He picked up the flogger and shook it out, much like she had done earlier, only he did it with more of a snap to his wrist so the strands jumped. “Your entire body is mine.”

She nodded.

He trailed the leather strands across her shoulders, then between her breasts.

She shuddered a little.

“I’m going to give you some time to get used to it. I will warm up your body with a number of strokes before increasing the pressure. I know you want some welts. I’ll try to make sure you get them, but I also don’t want you bruised or too sore for me to use you in other ways.”

Her breathing increased. And when he ran his hand over her pussy, he found she was already slick. “Nice,” he said. He masturbated her with his fingers for a few moments then dragged the hilt of the flogger over her clit. She jerked, straining against the ropes.

He kept his gaze on her, tuning into her breathing and her expressions. It was as if the rest of the world fell away.

Michael put the end of the dampened flogger against her vagina. “That’s it. Fuck it, little subbie.” He held it still and reached around her to give her buttocks some support while she tried to work it inside her.

By wriggling, she took a small amount of the handle.

He eased it out then put it in a little farther. “Shall I use it like a dildo?”

She nodded and tried to speak, but the sound was garbled.

“This is a very pretty pussy, Sydney,” he told her while he crouched in front of her.

She moaned.

“Right now, this moment, whose is it?”

Silently she thrust her pelvis towards him.

In reward, he gave her more of the handle as he looked up at her. Her breasts were lovely, the nipples extraordinarily hard. Her legs quivered, and her eyes were luminous with their pleading.

He leaned in and licked her clit. To her credit, she didn’t try to sneak in an orgasm, though she probably was figuring she could get away with it because she couldn’t ask permission.

Michael was careful with her, being certain she didn’t come from his tongue and ensuring she was lubricated enough to accept the handle.

Once he had it in, he licked her faster and faster as he filled her.

Her body shook from silent sobs. He’d be willing to bet she’d never wanted an orgasm like she wanted one now. Earlier, she’d believed she needed one. He was intent on making it worth her wait. “That’s my girl,” he told her. “Hold off. Do it for me.”

She went rigid and she sucked in her stomach. Obviously she was fighting off the orgasm because he wanted her to.

He pulled out the flogger and moved his head away.

When he stood, her eyes were closed. He smoothed a fingertip over her cheekbone. She looked at him. “Oh, yes. You please me very much, Sydney. Thank you.”

The gag couldn’t completely muffle her sigh as she relaxed her body. Unlike earlier, her body was soft. He wondered if she had made the decision to stop the constant battle between them. Was she willing to put his demands ahead of her adrenaline-fuelled desires? “Are you ready to continue?”

She nodded.

Gently, he began to use the flogger on her body.

He kept an eye on her as the strands caressed her skin. He wielded the implement with precision, whipping her breasts then moving back so he could catch her nipples with the tips.

She jerked.

He watched for signs of distress, but she still clasped the piece of fabric. Satisfied, he adjusted his stance and continued, using both back and forehand strikes on her body.

As he worked, he saw her relax against the bondage.

He moved back a little farther to get a fuller swing and add a bite to the blows. Sydney made a little sound, like a whimper, but when he looked at her face, there was no pain there. Her forehead was relaxed. She may not have reached subspace yet, but he’d bet she rarely let herself surrender this much during a scene.

For long minutes, he continued the flogging, adding more force at times, occasionally hitting her with the broad side of the lashes, then varying the pace so she would never know where the strands would land, or how hard the impact would be.

Sydney closed her eyes.

He moved it up and down her body, hitting her breasts, wrapping the lashes around her waist, flicking between her legs to sear her pussy.

She pulled against her thigh bonds, but she held onto the fabric.

Realising she was letting go of her resistance, he hit her harder, leaving crisscrossed lines on her flesh.

Her head lolled to the side.

Michael considered asking if she was okay, but she appeared serene, and if she was deep inside herself, he didn’t want to bring her out. Caught in the moment with her, he whipped her relentlessly, marvelling at the way she responded, her body swaying as she absorbed the blows.

Damn, she was lovely.

For several more minutes, he continued. Then when he believed she couldn’t get any more pleasure, her body reddened with welts below her ribcage, he stopped. He considered giving her an orgasm, but he wanted her to be a little more aware when he took her. In future, he might make a different choice, but for now, he wanted her full participation.

“You’ve done well, Sydney,” he said, keeping his voice barely above a whisper. If his guess was right, she’d want to mentally remain where she was for a bit longer. “I’m going to start releasing you, and it will take a few minutes.” He placed the flogger on top of a post before bending to untie her thighs. His head was near her pelvis and he smelt her heat. Her beautiful body was obviously made for this. His cock, which had been semi-flaccid as he had concentrated, went completely hard.

Red marks marred her skin from where the rawhide had cut into her. He rubbed her thighs, enjoying the pattern it had made.

Reaching behind her, he unbuckled the gag. She didn’t react when he had to untangle the metal from her hair. “Open your mouth a bit for me, if you can.” He took hold of the ball and eased it from her mouth then put it with the flogger.

Sydney flexed her jaw but kept her eyes closed.

“Almost done.” He removed the restraint from her right wrist and massaged her skin. Since she’d yet to speak or interact other than to respond to his one request, he used a normal tone of voice as he asked, “How are you doing? Can you move?”

He dropped the last strip onto the grass, and she slowly brought her right hand to her face to push back strands of hair.

“Hey,” he said softly when she opened her eyes.

A tiny smile played at the corners of her lips. She blinked, looking as if she were waking up from a drugged sleep.

“I’m going to carry you to the patio,” he told her. He swept her from her feet. She turned her head into his shoulder, and he loved the feel of her hair on his cheek and her feminine curves against his body.

He managed to sit while still holding onto her, and he leant forwards for a half-finished glass of lemonade. “Can you drink a little of this?” he asked, offering her the glass.

She accepted and took a few sips.

When he put down the glass, she snuggled against him. He soothed her hair and held onto her, saying nothing and luxuriating in the feel of her.

“That was…”

He waited.

“Sensational. I had no idea. You can do that to me any time.”

If she was willing, he had a number of other things in mind to do with her.

After a couple of minutes, she squirmed a bit and looked up at him. “I’m…” She left the sentence unfinished.

“You’re what?”

“Nothing. Never mind. I don’t want to overstep my bounds, Sir.”

“Say whatever you want, Sydney. Always.”

“I’m horny. But I’m content to wait as long as you say, Sir. I think I understand more now, about what you were talking about earlier. I didn’t get it, but now…”

“Go on.” Did she understand? That waiting, longing, subjecting herself to his dominance could transform her experience? Had she learnt that he could be trusted to nurture and care for her, that all her deepest desires would be met and that all men were not like the ass who’d collared her?

“I’m trying here,” she said. “I want to be a good sub for you, and I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”

“I’m listening,” he assured her.

“It’s not about the orgasm. I don’t know. I’m struggling to express what I feel.” She curled one hand into a fist. “I want you in me. The connection.”

“I don’t want to rush you. This is the first time we’ve played at this level.” Hopefully it would not be the last.

“When you’re ready, Sir, so am I.”

He carried her inside and up to his bedroom. Shockingly her shoes had stayed on, and they aroused him all over again.

Somehow he managed to pull back the comforter and toss the pillows on the floor, and she clung to his neck. He placed her on the bed then grabbed the toy box while she tracked his every movement. He put the box on the nightstand.

She rolled onto her side so she could watch him undress.

“Your cock is hard, Sir.”

And had been for days. “You’re not the only one who’s been deprived, little subbie.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve told you before that I don’t expect anything from you that I’m unwilling to do.”