Stronghold (Stronghold 1) (16 page)

As was the way Master
Adam's eyes were slowly perusing over her, drinking her in.  His face
didn't show anything, but going by the bulge at the front of his pants he was
at least enjoying something about the sight.  She wished she didn't feel
so desperate for some sign of approval from him.  Then again, what woman
wouldn't want approval from a sexy man who was studying her so intently?

His eyes came back up
to her face and her breath stuttered to a stop.  Those icy blue eyes had a
tendency to do that to her.  Who needed air, anyway?

"You have your
safeword, but sometimes I'm going to want to ask how you're doing.  If
you're good and you want to keep going, say green.  If you're nervous or
want to slow down, say yellow."  He studied her face.  "How
are you feeling right now?"

"Green,"
she said, with as much bravado as she could muster. 

It wasn't entirely
true.  She was feeling anxious and out of her element, but she also didn't
want to leave and she definitely didn't want to slow down.  In fact, the
faster they could move on to the next part of this, the better.

******

Does she know that
she has her fists clenched at her sides?
he wondered.  With any other new
submissive he'd say that she was anxious but excited, eager to continue but
also tempered with an understandable amount of fear of the unknown.  With
Angel he wasn't sure how much he could trust his instincts.  Sometimes he
would give submissives the color scheme if they seemed nervous or like they
were having trouble giving up control.  

Angel did seem like
she was having a little bit of trouble giving up control, but in a way that
made a Dominant's pulse beat faster because this strong personality was
following his commands, fitting herself to his will.  The kind of struggle
that he loved to be a voyeur to.  He'd given her the colors because he was
feeling a bit unsure of himself, unsure of his ability to read her.

And he really, really
hated that.

"Alright then,
little one," he grinned at her, enjoying watching her face heat as his
eyes traveled over those delicious curves again.  "On the
bench."

With her teetering
heels he had to help her a little, just providing a hand to hold for balance as
she got her knees in place.  Touching her sent little sizzles of heat up
his skin, which he tried to ignore.  Just the way he was trying to ignore
his reaction to seeing her completely naked except for the stockings and
heels. 

Good god, those
stockings.  Just inches away from her pussy lips - which were completely
bare - and now he could see how they came up so very close to the rounded curve
of her ass.  No hidden surprises here; Angel was as roundly curved
underneath her clothes as she looked.  Fake padding not needed for this
hourglass figure, although of course the corset had exaggerated it a bit.

Unable to help
himself, he rubbed his hand over her back where the corset boning had dug into
her skin and left red marks.  She sighed happily as his hand smoothed over
her skin.  He'd been told that rubbing helped with the discomfort, and he
could definitely feel Angel relaxing under his hand as he touched her.
 Hell, she was practically purring. 

It took everything he
had to move his hand away rather than letting it travel down her body to cup
the now up-lifted curves of her ass.   He had to keep a grip on himself
and remind himself not to take her reactions for granted.  They could be
faked.  

Almost angrily he
snapped cuffs around her ankles and wrists.  All the spanking benches were
equipped with them, although of course you could bring your own from home too.
 Tightening them around her limbs, he made sure that she could still move
all her fingers and toes. 

"I need you to
tell me immediately if anything starts to tingle or hurt."

"Okay."

Adam reached up and
smacked her bottom. 

"Ouch!  I
mean... yes Sir."  Her voice sounded properly contrite, as if she
hadn't really remembered.  Maybe she hadn't.

Standing up, he left her there for a moment
to get used to the restraints as he fetched a couple of toys from the communal
chest that Patrick kept there.  For an Introduction Scene she wouldn't be
charged, unless she requested something super fancy.  But Adam was just
sticking with the basics.  

Wriggling on the
spanking bench, Angel found herself feeling both claustrophobic and excited.
 She knew that people could see her and she was more on display than ever.
 But the restraints also made her feel enclosed, constrained - which was
what they were supposed to do but she'd forgotten how much she hated not being
able to move her legs.  Still, she was determined to show Master Adam that
she could do this.  She hated how he looked at her like he thought she couldn't
handle anything he was dishing out.

And, even if they
were making her claustrophobic, she was excited by the restraints.  It
definitely made being naked easier since it's not like she had a choice now.
 Taking off her clothes had been much harder than lying on this bench,
even if she was showing off all her goodies to anyone who walked behind
her. 

Now that she was all
tied up, she really had to trust Master Adam not to actually give her more than
what she wanted.  Obviously he'd read her survey and she just had to
believe that he would stick to that and that he would take care of her.
 Unless she said her safeword of course, but even that was an exercise in
trust because she had to believe that he would stop.  There were Dungeon
Monitors, but how much could go wrong before they arrived?

Angel's livelihood
came from helping women to know what a dangerous situation was and how to avoid
them.  She’d thought that she would feel safe, but bent over and restrained she
didn’t feel so safe anymore, but instead of screaming and struggling she just
wanted to moan with how hot and horny she felt.  

Movement approached
and Angel turned her head to see dark leather pants and dress shoes before
Master Adam was crouching down beside her and studying her face.  

"How are you
doing, Angel?"

"Green, Sir.
 Very green."  If she was any greener she'd already be begging
him to touch her.  It was shameless that he could make her so hot and wet
when he hadn't even really done anything yet.

He held something up
in between them.  "Do you know what these are?"

It took her a moment
to focus her eyes on the small silver, rubber tipped toys he was holding.

"Nipple clamps.
 Sir."

"Have you ever
tried them before?"

Heat rose in her face
and she knew she was blushing again.  "I've tried them on myself
before, Sir."

"Good, then no
need for explanations."

Angel moaned as he cupped the breast that was
hanging down on that side of the bench; she couldn't help it.  His hand
was warm, large, and it felt really darn good cupping her flesh.  A smug
little smile traveled over his lips and she couldn't even hate him for it, she
just wanted him to keep touching her.  

Pain flared in her
nipple and her back arched.  Oh fuck that felt good.  The sensations
burst and popped in her breast, her pussy clenching as she panted through the
initial sharp bite.  She was barely aware of him moving around to her
other side until the hot pinch flared on that side as well.  

Making a mewling
sound, she rubbed her lower body against the bench as best she could.  Her
body knew that nipple clamps were usually followed by an orgasm.  She only
wore them when she was going to be playing with herself and she was feeling
rough.  They left her nipples sore and aching afterwards but it was always
worth it.  

Having someone else
put them on her was so incredibly erotically different that she almost couldn't
believe it.  That loss of control, knowing that she'd given herself over
to him, added an entirely new element that she'd never experienced before.
 And the fact that a man she'd fantasized about doing very similar things
with, ever since her visit to Chained, was the one making her feel this way
only intensified everything.

"Angel, how are
you?"

"Green... oh so
very green."

The deep chuckle
seemed to shiver up her spine and her pussy clenched again.  Yes, this was
what she wanted.  What she'd been missing.  Her fingers spasmed and
curled around the hand holds.  A smacking sound erupted in her ears before
she even felt the pain in her bottom.

"Green what,
sub?"

"Green,
Sir.
"

"Good
girl."

That same hand
smoothed over the cheek he'd just spanked and Angel moaned again.  

"That feels
nice, Sir," she murmured, rocking her hips again.

The hand stilled on
her bottom, no longer caressing and Angel wriggled enticingly, earning herself
another smack.  

"Stay
still."

******

The little moan of
protest had his cock throbbing, especially when she immediately stilled under
his hand.  She seemed so open and honest in her reactions, it was becoming
harder and harder for him to remember that she'd faked being a Domme only a few
weeks ago.  Successfully enough to fool everyone that she'd interacted
with.  

Gripping her cheek
tighter, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh and elicited another moan as
she shivered and panted.  Angel liked having her ass played with.
 Damn.  

As if he wasn't
already having enough issues with how attracted he was to her. 

"I'm going to
plug you, Angel.  And then I'm going to give you the spanking you so
richly deserve."

Unlike some scenes,
that last part wasn't just to help her get into the role.  Both of them
knew that she really did deserve a spanking.  Knowing that he was going to
get to work out some of the frustrations he felt was immensely satisfying.

All she did was moan
again as his finger slid down the soft mound of her bottom and circled around
the roseate of her anus.  Sometimes it could be a little awkward touching
a woman he'd just met this intimately, even if they were attracted to each
other.  With Angel he was having trouble keeping himself from doing even
more.  

Reluctantly he pulled
his hands away from her before he lost even more control.  She made a
little mew of protest and wriggled a bit but otherwise stayed in position, so
he didn't say anything as he coated a thin layer of lube on the plug he'd
gotten.  Since she'd done some anal play before he'd chosen a medium sized
one.  If she'd lied about that then she deserved the extra stretching and
discomfort that would come with having to accommodate the plug. 

But when he placed it
against that small, pinkish-brown rosebud, all she did was moan and lift her
hips as he began to slide it in.  Carefully he worked it back and forth as
he reached the wider part, watching her body.  Everything said that she
was loving every single thing that he was doing to her.  It took all he
had not to reach down and rub his cock as the plug slid snugly into its new
home, much easier than it would have if she wasn't used to some kind of anal
play.

She hadn't been
lying.

In fact she'd reacted
as if he'd been touching her pussy rather than her ass.  The pink folds
below where the plug peeked out between her cheeks was glistening with cream,
sweet and hot, filling his nose with the musky scent of her arousal.  

Couldn't fake that.
 He hoped.  His rock hard erection certainly was real enough.  

"How are you
doing, Angel?" he asked, twirling the plug.  Not that he really
needed the confirmation at the moment, he just wanted to hear her say it.

"Green as an
Irishman, Sir."

Since she couldn't
see him, he allowed himself to smile.  She wasn't exactly what he could
call bratty, just snippy.  Spirited.  Fiery.  Everything he'd
ever said he wanted in a sub.  His smile faded.

If she really was a
submissive and not just playing head games.

Turning his attention
back to the enticing curves of her bottom, he raised his hand and brought it
down on one globular mound.  Enough to make her cry out, but not too hard
for a beginning spanking.  That was all the warning he gave her before he
began to pepper her bottom with short, hard smacks.  Just enough to begin
to pinken her cheeks, warming up her skin.  

******

Angel moaned and
rocked, her muscles clenching as best they could when she was in restraints,
and then relaxing again, over and over as he spanked her from the very top
curve of her ass down to her sit-spot.  It hurt.  There was no
denying that.

But it hurt so
good.

The growing burn
licked along her senses, mingling with the throbbing tingling that was left in
her breasts from the clamps.  Her pussy clenched with every slap, her
inner muscles spasming around the plug.  Having her ass filled was making
her so desperately needy for an orgasm, even more so than the clamps had.
 Angel loved having her anus stimulated, loved being filled with a plug,
and now she was discovering that she loved being spanked.

This was the kind of
spanking that she'd wanted when she'd asked her ex to try.  He'd been far
too tentative and then when she'd asked for it harder, he'd gone too rough
without warming her up.  She could tell that the blows were becoming
harder as Master Adam continued the spanking, but she liked that it was getting
harder.  She needed it to be harder.

It was a crescendo, a
beautiful build of pain and pleasure that had her insides convulsing and her
body aching for more.  

Closing her eyes, she
sank into the rising bliss, giving herself over to just feeling and letting go
of all of her thoughts.

******

From her whimpers and
moans, Adam could tell that Angel was enjoying the spanking.  He watching
as the pink and red bloomed on her ass cheeks, the flesh jiggling every time he
struck.  Juices were literally dripping down from her pussy to her thighs
and onto the bench, which she rubbed against every time her hips pressed
downward.

There was no point in
telling her to stop; it was an automatic response for anyone on the bench.
 An experienced submissive might be able to hold herself still, but he
didn't want her to anyway.  He was enjoying watching the movements of her
body far too much.

A little voice in the
back of his mind, the last of his self-control, was all that kept him from
taking her right there.  Her ass was a hot cherry red, the plug winking as
her muscles squeezed it, and all he wanted to do was pound into her from behind
and watch her reddened flesh jiggle as he fucked her hard.  Maybe twist
the plug and simultaneously fuck her with it. 

He reached down with
his fingers and slid them into the molten sheath of her pussy instead.
 Tight, soaking wet, and spasming around his fingers.  Normally
during an Introduction Scene he'd be more inclined to use a toy than his actual
fingers, even if the submissive had indicated that she was amenable to it, but
he wanted to touch her too badly.  Needed to feel her climaxing around
him, in some manner, even if it wasn’t around his dick. 

The plunge of his
fingers inside of her, a stroke of his thumb against her swollen clit, and he
twisted the plug in a slow circle as Angel screamed out her orgasm.  Her
pussy clamped down on him, rippling in a way that would have milked his cock if
he'd had it in her.

Pleasure surged, burst,
and he groaned, his free hand braced on her bottom as his fingers dug in and he
fought not to completely embarrass himself by cumming in his pants.  The
way he was squeezing her ass only seemed to intensify her pleasure and he
couldn't help but think of how damn satisfying it would be to be inside her for
a moment like this.

She was perfect.

Beautiful,
attractive, mouthy without being bratty, hell she'd even made him want to laugh
when he was angry.  Going by her survey she even had the same kink preferences
he did.

If the survey was
real.

Resentment welled up
inside of him.  He'd spent the past weeks thinking that maybe she was
confused, that maybe she was a submissive and didn't know it, that maybe she
was a switch.  Whenever he'd thought that maybe she was really a
submissive, he'd always assigned the best of intentions to her.  He'd
truly believed that she thought she was a Domme.

Instead it just
turned out that she'd been deliberately lying.  And how was he to know if
she was really telling the truth now?

Pushing down his
attraction, shoving away the parts of his brain that wanted to argue with him,
Adam gently eased the plug from her asshole and began to undo the restraints.
 Angel softly murmured and then whimpered as he removed the clamps.
 He rubbed her breasts, ignoring the way his cock jerked as he helped the
circulation return to her nipples. 

He didn't want to be
turned on by what he was doing.  He just wanted to finish the scene as
quickly as possible and get out of there.

Helping her up off of
the bench, he picked up her pile of clothes and shoved them at her.
 "Here."

Swaying slightly on
her feet, her heels wobbly, Angel just blinked at him.  The clothes hung
between them in his hand. 

"What are you
doing?"  

Adam groaned.
 When the hell had Olivia gotten there?  He spun around.  "What
are you doing here?  I thought you were at a conference."