Pleasure Bound
“I caught him trying to escape, so I locked him up.”
Oh, a role-playing game. She sighed in relief. But she wasn’t sure of her role. Was she supposed to be a guard? Or a policewoman? Or was she supposed to try and escape, too? Then he could capture her and lock her up. Or use handcuffs again. Her heart stammered. Or hang her from the ceiling by her wrists.
She licked her lips. “Are you going to throw me in jail, too?”
He sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms, capturing her lips with a fervor. His hands roamed up and down her back as his tongue dove between her lips and undulated against her tongue. Then he sucked until it pulsed into his mouth. Her heart thundered in her chest at the passion of his kiss. Finally, he released her, leaving her breathless.
“Do you want to escape?” he asked, his voice husky.
With wide eyes, she shook her head, and drew in a deep lungful of air.
He smiled. “You don’t seem too sure. Maybe I will have to lock you up.”
“Yes, Master.”
He chuckled. “Very well. Let’s go.” He stood up, waiting for her to follow.
She grasped the covers to throw them aside, then paused. “But, Master, I’m totally naked.”
He tugged at the covers playfully, grinning as they drew away from her breasts. Her nipples puckered, as much from his heated gaze as from the cool air. He pulled more firmly, dragging the covers from the rest of her.
“There’s only one way I like to see my sub rather than naked.”
He walked to the big wooden wardrobe, opened the door, and pulled out leather straps and chains. “Come here.”
She walked toward him, totally conscious of her nudity as his gaze roamed over her. Her nipples ached as they hardened even more.
The leather straps and chains he held turned out to be an outfit of sorts.
He attached a collar around her neck with three leather straps dangling from it. He adjusted one to lie down the center of her torso, to just below her breasts, and the other two went alongside each breast and around to the back. He turned her around and fastened them behind her. Between the center strap and each side strap hung a series of cascading chains, some draping over her breasts and several below, leaving her breasts totally visible.
“Turn this way. Let me see you.”
“Yes, Master.” She turned to face him.
He tugged one of the chains so the cold metal links brushed across her nipple. Tingles danced through her, straight to her crotch.
“Lovely.” He admired her straining nipples.
He turned to the wardrobe again, then dangled a patch of leather and chains in front of her with a grin and she realized it was her … thong. He swirled his finger around, indicating she should turn her back to him again. She turned and he wrapped the leather strap around her hips, then buckled it behind her.
“Open your legs.”
She shivered at his words. “Yes, Master.”
She positioned her feet wider apart. The back of his hand brushed against her inner thigh as he reached between her legs to catch the leather strap dangling from the patch covering her crotch. He lifted the thin strip, pressing it between her cheeks, then attached it to the hip strap.
He pulled some shiny black boots from the wardrobe, peered at the soles, then handed them to her.
“I think these are your size. Put them on.”
She pulled on the boots and zipped them up. They fit perfectly. Each had a tall spike heel and a ring attached to each side of the ankle with short chains that draped down the back of the heel.
He reached into the wardrobe again, then wrapped heavy, black leather cuffs lined with a thick, almost furry, fleece around her wrists. The leather extended along her hands, attached to heavy-duty steel D-rings.
“Good. Now you’re ready.”
He grabbed a leash from the cupboard and hooked it onto her collar, then held it a few inches from her neck as he led her to the jail door with the concrete walls behind. He unlocked the barred door then opened it with a metallic creak. He stepped inside, drawing her behind him.