Working Out the Kinks (Chain) (13 page)

He groaned and rolled his eyes. “You’re honestly going to use that?”

Eric held up the tool, studying it closely. “She’s still in training, Wesley, and I’ll choose what we play with tonight.” He looked down at me and stepped closer. “Have you ever had anyone flog you before?”

“No, Master,” I answered truthfully.

“And the whip?” he asked.

“No, Master.”

“Have you had anything done to your body other than me tying you up?” Eric asked, placing the flogger on my arm and slowly dragging it lightly up my shoulder. I shuddered and wet my lips.

“No, Master,” I said. I didn’t want him disappointed in me, having come to him with no previous experience. “But I would like to.”

I heard Eric chuckle. “As would I, Alexandra. I think tonight we’ll begin with a fast introduction to a few of my toys. There are going to be rules for when we play together. They are rules to keep both of us safe and also to make sure you get as much enjoyment out of this as I will.”

Wesley cleared his throat, and we both looked in his direction. He stood there, that same cocky grin on his face just as he looked at the piano bench.

“And Wesley shall get quite a lot of enjoyment out of this also, because his favorite color is red.”

“My favorite color is white, but whatever,” Wesley replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He walked over to the cabinet and began inspecting what was inside. While he was distracted, Eric crouched down, face-to-face with me. He tipped my chin up so our gazes met.

“Tonight, I’d like for us to set our ground rules, but I want you to think carefully about your options. The rules will be the same. Do you remember your words?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered him.

“Can we give her a butt plug tonight?” Wesley chimed in. Eric and I both glanced at him, standing there inspecting a rather intimidating plug made of glass. It had a small tip with a bulbous middle that gave me a shudder. “This one looks pretty.”

“She’ll have to earn one later, just like her collar,” Eric replied, standing. He reached above and pulled down a chain dangling from the ceiling. It ran the length of the room and wrapped around a crankshaft in the corner.

“Wesley, please bring me the rope.”

Wesley brought Eric a thick black rope wound tight in his fist.

“Present me your hands,” Eric ordered. I held my hands together as he bound my arms tight. The rope was snug, circled around my wrists several times and then wrapped in the middle for added protection. He had me test the binds, to make sure my hands wouldn’t slip out. Once satisfied, I was brought to my feet and Eric pulled the chain down lower. He attached a hook that fit around the ties and into one of the links in the chain. My gaze was on him the entire time he walked away to the crank. Slowly, he turned the wheel and my arms were lifted higher with each loud
click
of the machine. My heart began to race wildly with fear. My escape could only happen now if I shouted the word red. I couldn’t use my legs to run, because the tips of my toes barely touched the floor. Eric locked the chains in place and then fitting his hands into his pant pockets, slowly walked back toward me.

A set of hands startled me as they brushed through my hair from behind. Wesley was close enough to my backside for me to feel the warmth of his body heat my cooling skin. He tied my hair up into a loose bun and then his warmth was gone.

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now, Alexandra,” Eric asked, stepping close enough that our noses could touch if he wanted them too.

“I’m nervous, helpless and alert, Master,” I answered him truthfully.

He nodded his head. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re being honest with me. But are you afraid?”

I shook my head.

“No? And why aren’t you afraid, Alexandra?”

“Because I trust you,” I admitted bashfully and lowered my lashes. He once again brought my head back up with a hook of his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. I had to trust him; there was no other way. My well-being was in Eric’s hands, and we both knew it.

“That’s very nice to hear,” he cooed, “and now I want you to test that trust with me. I want you to give me everything you are tonight.”

He didn’t need a response. He knew what I would say. Eric smoothed his thumb across my lips, stirring me to drop a small kiss to the pad of his finger. He broke away and stepped around me, out of sight. When all I could see was the blank wall in front of me, I started to feel uncomfortable.

“Y-yellow,” I called out and the moment the word was passing from my mouth, Eric’s hands touched my waist and pulled me up against his body.

“What’s the matter?” he asked me gently, whispering in my ear.

“I-I don’t like not seeing you. I don’t like not knowing what you’re going to do,” I admitted, my voice shaking.

“But I thought you trusted me?”

I did trust him, I kept repeating to myself, or so I thought.

“If you don’t trust me, Alexandra, we can stop here and–”

“No!” I blurted out and then there was a hard strike of his hand coming down on my ass, causing a sting.

“Don’t ever interrupt me,” he warned.

“Yes, Sir,” I tried to say with a scattered mind. “I’m sorry, yes, Master.”

His hand lingered on my backside a few more seconds, squeezing my skin painfully, causing me to grit my teeth.

“Now, I’m going to get back to work, right behind you. I’m not going anywhere,” he explained calmly. Eric released me and I went back to staring at the wall. My ears began to pick up on every sound he made. There was a rustling noise, and a few items were being moving around. I heard the cabinet creak as it closed and then there was silence.

“One of the first things I want to teach you about is what I can do to your body,” Eric explained. Wesley walked around me, admiring me up and down. Our gazes met and he gave a tiny smirk. After one rotation, he walked over and sat down on a padded leather chair that had restraints tied to its armrests and legs. He crossed his legs over one another to watch the scene unfold.

“You have one simple job when we’re together, and that’s to let go. I want you to let go of the pain you are going to feel and to embrace it as an entity that’s a part of you. However you need to always remember there would be no pain without pleasure. They are one of the same, and tonight I’m going to show you that.”

Something soft and cold touched the small of my back, dragging slowly up my spine to finally settle over my shoulder. A long braided whip cascaded into view, dropping between my breasts. Its tip was laced with several smaller leather strips while the rest of it was broad in size.

“I think you’re ready for the bullwhip.”

The leather’s scent was intense, a tobacco flavor filling my senses.

“Do you want to feel it, Alexandra?”

Words weren’t coming clearly to me, and all I could do was stare at the whip.

Wesley found the moment amusing. “I think you’ve scared her. I love it.”

“Alexandra, you trust me, correct?” Eric asked.

“Yes, Master. Please use the whip.”

Eric paused a moment, holding my hip with one hand as he let the leather slip off my shoulder and fall out of sight. There was a hum of silence in the room. All I could focus on was Wesley, sitting there silently and watching what I couldn’t see. I tried to see if he would give away Eric’s position or the bullwhip’s, but the grin never left his face, and his expression was useless to me. A loud
crack
filled my ears, startling me enough that I flinched and winced. No pain came, except the discomfort of fear. Another cracking noise and I reacted slightly less. Eric slapped the whip again, but this time it connected with my backside. The experience was just as I expected–a blinding white, hot pain shot through me. The shock of the hit took me by storm and my body reacted to the pain with a rush of endorphins to cover my discomfort. I cried out and looked to the ceiling once more, finding the smile on Wesley’s face unbearable to watch any longer. Again, the whip hit me, and sting doubled. Eric struck lower, and then he struck in the same place as the last two times.

“Now take your pain, and change it,” he said and the whip thankfully paused a moment for me to regain some form of composure.

“Take your pain and change it,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes. “Take your pain and change it.”

The hurt was still there, even as he began to strike in intervals of two.

“Fuck,” I shouted and bit down on my lower lip. The hits never ceased.

“Hold on,” Wesley suddenly interrupted. I opened my eyes. He stood and walked behind me. The cabinet opened once more and then closed.

“I think this might help,” I heard him say.

“Good idea,” Eric muttered. Wesley stepped back into view and in his hand was vibrator resembling an oversized microphone. He flicked on the switch and it hummed to life. He dipped down low, his face close to my hips. I tried scooting away as best as I could but I caught myself off balance and swung back toward him.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so, is that clear?” Eric warned.

I nodded my head quickly. “Yes, Master.”

Wesley touched the vibrator to my flesh and it sent a continuous wave of pleasure through me. The whip struck again, but with the steady vibrations, it was apparent I would have other things on my mind to concentrate on. When I heard the crack and then the sharp sting of pain a second later, my body would jilt forward and push against the vibrator. It was a little dance I started to find curiously enjoyable. I had my eyes closed the entire time but when I heard the sound of Wesley’s chuckle, I opened them and looked down at him. He stared at me, so intently I had to look away with embarrassment. But it didn’t stop him from flicking the switch on the machine and causing a deep sensation I couldn’t move away from.

Wesley removed the vibrator when Eric stopped using the whip. He changed to the flogger, to focus on my ass and thighs. The flogger was easier to manage at first, as I wasn’t gritting my teeth as hard as I had been with the whip. The vibrator thankfully came back into play once the flogger began to show its true nature and the pain came back as Eric continued to hit at one side of my leg.

But as much as I loved the vibrator, I started to hate it because all it was doing was forcing an orgasm to surface, which I tried desperately to avoid. The next instrument was a cane, the worst of the three. I had thought the whip was bad, but the cane was pure torture. He struck lower on my legs, and even against the backs of my feet, which caused me to start crying. Wesley’s vibrator went higher. He started to roll it in a circular motion against my clit, eliciting more cries intermingled with moans. I tossed my head back and Eric’s placed his hand around my throat, holding me close to him. I could feel his hardness pressing into my backside as his mouth explored my exposed neck. I tried to seek out his lips as best as I could manage, but he never allowed me, only held my head firmly while he teased my skin.

“Take it away,” Eric growled, then nipped at my earlobe. I gasped and closed my eyes when the vibrator left, needing it to stay longer. The need was satisfied when Eric slid himself into me in one thrust. My lids flew open immediately, and I cried out. He drove into me with frenzy, grasping my hips with pain. The stimulation the vibrator had created was still there, and the added friction of Eric’s cock had been a perfect replacement. I stole a small glance beneath my heavy eyelids to see Wesley back in the corner at the chair. His hand was at his pants where he palmed himself slowly, leaning his head against his hand while biting one finger. I shut my eyes tight and concentrated on the tension building inside my core. Eric trailed one hand down between my legs and rubbed my swollen bud. His fingers were clever. I was slowly coming apart.

“Please,” I begged him with a shallow breath, “please let me come, Master.”

Eric grunted. “Fuck, you’re so tight like this, Alexandra.”

I smiled and licked my lips. The orgasm was closer.

“What does she feel like?” I heard Wesley ask.

“Like heaven, Master,” Eric replied, a thrust between each word.

“Let’s see what heaven looks like when it comes,” he ordered.

Eric held our bodies close, one hand around my throat as the other picked up speed between my legs.

“Come for me,” he demanded. With barely a warning I was feeling the shooting bliss of my climax taking over, milking my body for everything I had. I screamed out my thanks and continued to enjoy the feel of him slamming into me. When I began to come down, I started to go limp against the chains, ready to give out.