The Dom's Dungeon (24 page)

She
couldn't smother the whimper this time, but she let her elbow bend and felt him
take her weight. He lowered her shoulders down and pulled her hair away from
her face as she laid her cheek on the leather pad. As her body tilted, the
weights on the nipple clamps shifted, and the unexpected tugging sent streamers
of exquisite pain shooting through her.

A second
later, he buckled her wrist to the other knee. When he curled her fingers
around the squeaky toy, she tried to remember how to breathe, because,
frak
, this was just plain scary. With her wrists hooked to
her knees, she couldn't raise up if she wanted to. Couldn't move her legs. She
tried to lower her butt and managed to move it from side to side. The tiny bit
of movement made her feel a little less controlled.

He
chuckled and patted her bottom, then buckled a cuff on each thigh just below
her hips. When something clanked, she twisted her head around, trying to see.
He pulled two chains down from a ceiling rafter and attached one to each cuff.
When he took up the slack, her butt lifted higher into the air. Most of her
weight remained on her knees, but she couldn't lower her bottom at all. He'd
taken away her last bit of real movement.

“Is
anything too tight, pet?” he asked, once again kneeling in front of her.

Her breath
seemed to be coming too fast as she tried to think past the fear.
Too tight…
Nothing cut off her
circulation, but every restraint held her securely. Only her head was free to
nod.

He
caressed her cheek. “I love seeing you in restraints, tied for my pleasure.
Open to anything I want to do.” His cheek creased. “You're very wet, little
cat,” he said softly. He kissed her lips, the softness belying the heat in his
eyes. When he pulled back, he ran a finger over her lower lips. “Remember, your
safe word is three hoots or pressing the squeaky toy.”

She
nodded. He wasn't lying; she could feel the wetness of her pussy. Nonetheless,
she gripped the toy a little more and heard him chuckle.

“I'm
pleased you trust me this far,” he said. “Now we'll go a step further.” He
placed a thick, large, blindfold over her eyes, tying it securely behind her
head. The last thing she saw was the faint smile on his lips.

Blackness.
She
almost hooted right then, but he hadn't moved. His hand stayed on the knot
behind her head, his fingers laced firmly through her hair. His other hand
rubbed her naked back in long strokes. “I'm here, little cat. I want you to
trust me. Relax into the ties and the darkness. All you can do now is hear and
feel. And since your body is mine to play with, I will decide what you hear and
what you feel.” His voice had deepened, taken on that Dom authority.

Inside
her, something loosened. She couldn't do anything. Maybe she knew she shouldn't
do this, that perhaps it wasn't right, wasn't wise, but there was absolutely
nothing she could do. He held all the reins.

“That's
the way,” he said softly and squeezed her shoulder. She heard him rise, and the
subtle warmth of his body and breath disappeared, leaving nothing behind. No
sound. No touch. Had he gone?

Her body
tensed, and at the same time, her heart rate slowed. Couldn't do anything. No
control. The straps and cuffs held her in place, confined her, and yet freed
her into a relaxation she hadn't felt before. Almost like when he held her so
tightly she couldn't move.

Time
passed. A minute? More? Then a touch on her cheek. His warm breath touched her
ear as he said, “You're doing well, sweetheart. Very well.”

He hadn't
left her. His hand caressed her cheek; a finger ran over her lips, making them
tingle. Making them long for his mouth.

Silence.

A hand
slapped her bottom lightly, and she yelped in shock. Then his fingernails
skated across her hips, her buttocks. He massaged her cheeks, trailed down the
tender inner flesh of her thighs, coming close…so close.
Oh please. Oh yes
. His fingers went deeper, sliding through her
folds, grazing her clit in erratic patterns until she could feel it engorging.

She tried
to move her hips, to rub against his finger, and even though the chains held
her in place, he must have felt her attempt. He laughed and slapped her bottom
again. The sting seared right to her clit.

“This is
my body to use,” he said and thrust a finger into her so hard and fast, she
felt like she should go onto tiptoes. But the only thing that moved was the
clench of her vagina in shock.

“Your ass
is in the air for my pleasure. You'll come when I want you to and not before.”

Heat flared
through her as his finger moved inside her. But she needed more than just that.

He pulled
his finger out and slapped her again on the other cheek. She moaned and then
heard nothing. Felt nothing. Again. Her bottom burned from the swats, yet she
could feel how wet she'd grown.

Silence.
Then a
tug on the breast clamps brought her attention back to them, to the aching,
pulsing feeling, and the sensation set up a sizzling pathway from her breasts
to her pussy. “Such pretty breasts. Your nipples are bright red and plump,
little sub.” He gently squeezed her breasts, and his thumb brushed over the
clamps every now and then, sending stabs of brutal pleasure across her nerves.
As her breasts swelled, the clamps seemed tighter, yet the humming pain made
her ache down below. Grow needier.

Then he
was gone again.
Silence
. A rustle.
Silence
. Her breasts throbbed and
matched the pulsing in her clit. Having her butt in the air seemed to make
everything worse, as if it waited there to be filled. Wanted to be filled.

The touch
on her pussy came from nowhere, jolting her so the chains rattled. A deep laugh
as he slid a finger into her, then withdrew.

Then she
felt something pushing at her entrance; a second later, it slid smoothly into
her. Fat ball, then thinner. Cool and hard like metal. And heavy—when he let
go, she could feel the weight leaning on the entrance to her vagina. With her
shoulders against the platform, her butt tilted up, just the weight of the
dildo kept it in her.

A hand
pulled one buttock away from the other. Something cold and wet drizzled across
her anus. She squeaked in shock and tried to jerk away and couldn't move
anything, not even when something pushed against her tight hole.
Nooo
.

“Your body
is mine,
MacKensie
,” he repeated. He squeezed her
butt. “This is a very small plug. Now lean back against it.” And he didn't wait
for her nod or agreement but pushed the thing right into her. Her nerves
quivered around it in shock, the sense of fullness so much worse with the dildo
inside her too. She moaned.

And he
left her there, her openings filled, and quivers running through her. As the
shock died, each tremor sent pulsing currents of excitement through her system
until she ached with the need to come.

A warm
hand pressed on her bottom. A deep voice. “Come for me,
MacKensie
.”

She heard
a loud hum and then something pressed against her clit, the vibrations so
fierce that her body exploded with blazing sensation, the spasms hitting the
hardness inside her and pushing her beyond. She tried to arch, tried to move,
and nothing gave.

The
humming stopped as she panted in the aftermath of the brutal orgasm.

“Good
girl,” he said, caressing her and then moving away. Oh God, what was he doing
to her? She listened for him, realized she'd been listening, wanting his deep
voice, his touch. Her muscles felt limp, but everything held her in place.

And
somehow, just that short climax wasn't enough. Her body wanted more.

A touch on
her breasts made her jump. Nothing else happened.

Suddenly
he pulled the anal plug partway out, then pushed it in. Again and again. Her
hands clenched as those nerves reawakened and started to burn with arousal. He
switched to the dildo. He slid it in and out slowly, probing until the end
found an incredibly sensitive spot. She gasped as heat flared through her.

He
chuckled. “That sounded about right.” He continued stroking the dildo across
that ball of nerves. over and over. Her vagina clamped down as her need
spiraled up like a geyser.

“Come for
me,” he commanded. A hum. The vibrator pressed against her clit, and every
muscle in her body went taut. As the vibrations pounded through her and merged
with the exquisite torment from the dildo, her body gathered, drowning out
everything.
Tighter and tighter
.
Everything inside her flamed out of control and she shattered into pleasure.
She could hear her screams, muffled by the gag.

“Very
nice.”
He
rubbed her bottom, patted it. Silence.

She felt
like hot Jell-O in a glass, knowing if he released her, she'd melt all over the
platform. A little tremor rushed through her, making her clench around the
dildo and anal plug. The spasm ricocheted back and forth between them.

Her heart
rate slowed. Her forehead was slick with sweat.

Hands
touched her hips. She moaned in protest and got a slap on her bottom that stung
all the way into her vagina. The hard, clenching reaction made her moan again.

“This is
my body to play with, little cat.” Just his voice sent a quiver through her.
Frak
, he could read a newspaper to her and she'd get hot.

He moved
the dildo again, in and out, pressing against that same oversensitive spot, and
suddenly the anal plug moved too. Different nerves sparked to life as the two
things inside her rubbed in different, conflicting patterns.

She
tightened inside, her vagina clenching around the dildo. Her anal muscles
quivered, the nerves confused with the unfamiliar sensations. She started to
pant as her arousal grew, more and more, harder. Then the dildo stopped, and
only the anal thing moved inside her, keeping her arousal high, right on the
pinnacle.

“Come for
me,
MacKensie
.” The command again. A hum. Vibrations
against her clit, erotically painful against her engorged flesh, and the thing
in her anus added different sensations as the vibrator swept her into an orgasm
and the violent spasms swept from her anus to her clit, back and forth, shaking
her so violently, surely the chains would break.

“Good
girl.”

She
whimpered. Her body didn't feel like her own anymore, but his. Yet he didn't
hurt her, just forced pleasure upon pleasure on her. Controlling everything.

How could
that seem so exciting? So freeing?

He walked
around the bench soundlessly, touching her hands, her feet, running a finger
under the straps. Checking her circulation, she realized. A warm hand stroked
her neck, squeezed her shoulder. Lips brushed her cheek, a finger under the gag
moved it slightly to a new place. “You're doing well, little one,” he murmured.
The platform squeaked a little as he sat down beside her.

She could
feel the warmth of his hip against her shoulder. As he stroked her back in
long, slow sweeps, the tension drained out of her. Were they done now? But the
things were still in her. What was he planning?

Smooth,
smooth skin with a sheen of sweat. He'd worked her hard, and she still had one
more to go. Alex tugged gently on the nipple clamps, watching how the erotic
pain made her thighs tremble in response. He rose from the platform.

The
muscles tightened in her back as her anticipation grew.

When he
walked behind her, the scent of her arousal drew his balls up, and he smiled at
the wetness gleaming on her inner thighs. He slid the stainless steel dildo in
and out of her—just to keep her awake—before removing it completely.

A
pleasingly high whine escaped his little sub.

He ran his
hands over her curvy ass, raised to just the right level, and then unfastened
his pants. His cock sprang free. After listening to her muffled screams as she
came each time, he'd turned so hard, he could probably pound nails.

Fisting
his cock, he swirled the head against
MacKensie's
slick folds. He thrust into her, and her hot, wet pussy felt so incredible, he
almost came right then. The thin dildo he'd used hadn't prepared her for his
thickness, and her shoulder muscles went rigid as he drove deeper into her. He
could feel the butt plug and how it increased her tightness.

She
trembled under him. Head down, ass up, tied in place—very few positions left a
sub so vulnerable. He roughened his voice. “You're tight and hot and wet,
little cat, and I've been waiting a long time to take you like this. I'm going
to take you hard now…and there's nothing you can do.” The clench of her vagina
around him told him his words increased her arousal rather than her fear.
Excellent.

He
squeezed her ass cheeks, letting her feel his strength and her helplessness.
Her muscles quivered under his hands, and when he slid his fingers over her
clit, she moaned. Needy and wet.

And now,
as a Dom, he would take her for his own pleasure.