That got her out from behind the cage. He gave her a crack on the way over just to hear her yelp. She kept her butt covered until he hung the paddle back up. They moved to his custom-made, leather embellished trunk, and he was glad to see curiosity in her expression, rather than dread. He unlocked it with the code and opened the lid. It was designed like a tool chest inside, with lots of shelves and compartments for holding all sizes of evil things.
“So,” he said, “you’ve probably seen a lot of this stuff on those websites.”
“What websites?”
He gave her a look. “I know you been checking things out, but that’s good.” He showed her rope, cuffs and bondage straps, paddles and whips and nipple clamps, fluorescent vibrators and stainless steel butt plugs. “You know what those metal plugs are for,” he said, watching the blush spread across her cheeks. “I think today we’ll try some. But don’t worry. With you I’ll start small.”
He studied one that was anything but small, just to mess with her. When she cringed, he put it back and got a smaller one, for a beginner. It would do for the moment. He got some nipple clamps too, along with a whip and a vibrator. “You carry these,” he said, shoving them into her hands. “I’ll get a bigger plug, and the lube.”
“A bigger plug?” she asked nervously.
“Yeah, and lube.” He nudged her in the direction of a padded bondage table. “For now we’ll use lube. Until your ass is better trained.” He always used lube for anal—he was just messing with her. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “Nothing today will hurt too much.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
He pulled her to a stop beside the table. “Whatever I like. You understand that by now, yes? But if you want to know, I’m going to put a plug in your ass and a vibrator on your clit, and I’m not going to let you come. I’ll hurt you with the clamps and the whip too, I think.” He had her dump the items on a nearby table. “It’ll be fun.”
“Fun?” she repeated forlornly. “To not be able to come?”
“It’s fun for me, to see you suffering and struggling. Maybe, at the end we can do some bargaining, if you really want an orgasm.”
She ruffled up. “Orgasms are physiological. Sometimes they just happen. What if I just...go off?”
He picked up the set of nipple clamps and turned them over in his palm. “If you knew you were going to get twenty whip strokes for coming without permission, could you hold off?”
“I...I don’t know. It would depend what you were doing to me.”
“I told you. Anal plug. Vibrator. Nipple clamps, of course. Think you could do it?”
“For how long?”
“Ten minutes. Ten short minutes. Easy. Take your clothes off,” he said. “Let’s try.”
She shook her head. “I know I couldn’t do it. I’d mess up. And twenty strokes with a whip sounds way too hard for me.”
“Ten then. You’re a beginner. And I wasn’t offering a choice, I was telling you what was going to happen. So take your clothes off and we’ll get started.”
She shifted, staring at him. She was so beautiful when she was afraid. He picked up the whip. It was a small one but it had a sharp bite. “You need help?” he asked, brandishing it in front of her. “Motivation?” He flicked it against one of her breasts.
She took a step back and pulled off her tee. He unbuttoned her jeans while she took off her bra. “Everything,” he said when she paused in her panties. “I need all of you.” He undressed too, throwing his clothes on top of hers. “Get up on the table,” he said. “Spread your legs for me.”
After the slightest hesitation, she obeyed. He made her wait there, legs spread, worried and horny, while he laid out all the items he planned to use. He checked the batteries on the vibrator, turning it on so the low hum curled around them. He set it down and turned back to her, running a hand down to her pussy. “Let’s see how my pretty Petra feels. Oh...” He pretended to be shocked. “Wet as an ocean. Wet and horny. It’s a waste though. We’re not using your pussy today.”
One look at her face, and he knew he had her. She was so aroused—and so curious. Her soaked pussy gave all her secrets away.
“Okay,” she said. “I’m scared.”
“I like when you’re scared, baby.”
She tensed as he pushed her back and lifted her arms over her head to cuff them to the table. They were Velcro cuffs, lined on the inside and attached to the table with adjustable straps. He tightened them, not allowing her much leeway. That done, he reached below the table to find the leather waist restraint. He pulled it tight across her stomach to fasten her down. “There. Can’t have you turning or trying to get away.” Her muted moan of nervousness sent blood rushing to his cock. He turned back to the table to pick up the whip. “Open your mouth.”
When she did, he placed it between her lips. “Hold this. I have a feeling I’ll need it later.”
Her chest rose and fell. He gazed at her nipples, tight and hard as little rocks. “You ready for the clamps?”
She gazed at him, unable to communicate with the whip between her teeth. He’d used some mild clamps on her already, up in the bedroom. Today he’d picked out a slightly harder pair. When he attached the first one, her entire pelvis rose off the table, making the leather restraint pull and creak. “Don’t you break Liam’s stuff,” he warned with a tsk. “He’ll punish you.” He attached the other clamp and fisted his cock as she moaned behind the whip and arched against the restraints. She looked so delicious, so helpless and vulnerable, but this was only the beginning. He picked up the smallest plug and eyed her as he coated it with a sheen of shiny lubricant.
She’d be bargaining by the end, all right. Bargaining for exactly what she wanted. She stared as he approached her with the gleaming sex toy. “Open your legs,” he said in his gruff, obey-me voice. “Wide. Pull your knees back. Ah, yes, that’s my good girl.”
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Is okay to be scared. Is okay to be scared.
She spread her legs wide, because she had a bendy little whip in her mouth and she was terrified of being hit with it. He moved closer, masculine feline grace, and probed at her bottom with the plug. It was small, as promised. It didn’t hurt, but she automatically tensed her legs as the cool tip touched her skin. He shoved her thighs open and pressed the plug forward until it was fully seated. Her initial nerves subsided. It was no thicker than his fingers, and she’d had those inside her bottom already. Honestly, the clamps hurt a lot worse.
“Good girl,” he said. “Okay?”
She nodded, then shook her head. He took the whip for a moment so she could answer him. “I think I might orgasm before you even touch me.”
“Don’t dare. You better control yourself.”
“Please, just let me come,” she begged. “Don’t punish me. My ass is still sore from last night.”
He made a soft sound and placed the whip back between her teeth. “Who said I was going to use it on your ass?”
Oh God. Oh, no.
He stepped back to get his phone, and pushed a few buttons. He held it up and showed her a timer. “Ten minutes,” he said, setting it back down. “Don’t come.”
She closed her eyes, trying not to think about the orgasm already building inside her. She was a dancer. She could control her body if she had to. Ten minutes or ten strokes of the whip. Ten minutes...she could survive that.
Just as she thought it, she felt his fingers slide between her pussy lips, and then his tongue in a long, slow stroke, right up to her clit. Her whole body convulsed in a spasm of pleasure. Her ass clenched on the plug and she tried to arch toward him but she couldn’t.
“No, please,” she said, dropping the whip from her mouth. “That feels too good. This isn’t fair.”
“Not fair?” He frowned at her. “I haven’t even used the vibrator yet. If it feels too good, maybe you need something bigger in your ass, and tighter clamps. We’ll have to stop the clock.”
“What?” Her and her big mouth. He took off the clamps and laid them aside, then took out the first plug and methodically began lubing up the second one.
“Think before you speak, huh?” he said, winking at her. “But maybe if you hurt more, you won’t come. Still eight minutes and forty-eight seconds to go.”