Her Dom (Beauty and the Captor 3)

I dropped the tray on the night table, pleased I’d had enough thought not to drop it on the floor. But a small, irritating voice in my head reminded me I didn’t have time for this. I was so tempted to ignore it, but then the idea I’d planned to keep Scar out of trouble while I was gone came to mind. Yeah, I could delay my own gratification for that.

Grabbing one of the untouched boxes I’d picked up at the post office that first day here, I strode to the bed, already envisioning her sexy body trussed up like it was about to be. Opening the box, I pulled out several long lengths of rope first. I took one of her wrists with an evil smile and stretched her arm toward the post at the top of the bed. A knot around her wrist and one around the post would keep that arm secured where I wanted it. I repeated the restraint with her other arm.

Heat and trepidation filled her expression and my cock throbbed to my heartbeat. I adjusted myself and then moved to the end of the bed. This time though, when I’d knotted the rope around her ankle, I lifted the rope and secured it higher on the post to keep her leg up off the bed. When I’d secured her other ankle the same way, I stepped back to survey my work. She looked sinfully enticing, tied spread eagle with her open and elevated legs providing an uninhibited view of her pussy and anus. So fucking sexy.

I debated telling her I’d be going out but decided against it. I didn’t want her worried about being left alone in the house. Firstly, I didn’t have a choice. And secondly, nothing was getting in here. What she didn’t know was that the glass on the exterior of the house was bulletproof glass, and in the rare chance the security alarm to the house was ever tripped, the bedroom where she was currently restrained would lock down like a panic room.

So instead, I said, “I have a few things to tend to but don’t worry Pet, I wouldn’t leave you here bored while I’m busy. You’ll be quite occupied.”

She nodded, and though she still looked more than a little nervous, her eyes were filled with arousal, and with her legs wide open, I could see the wetness that was making her pussy gleam in the sunlight.

Bringing the box with me, I grabbed the butt plug and lube from the night table before sitting down next to her, just below her hips.

“You remember this, don’t you?” I held it up for her to see and proceeded to drench it in lube while she watched.

Her muscles had gone taut, but she remained silent. Though she’d obviously derived a substantial amount of pleasure from having a toy in her ass, she still seemed uncomfortable with the premise. I’d have to remember to question her about that later. For now, though, I leaned back so I could watch as I pressed the slippery head against her rosebud hole. Her muscles were still tense, so I used my free hand to rub her clit, hard and fast, and it distracted her quickly.

As soon as her muscles had relaxed, I shoved the plug in an inch. She gasped and her body tried to push it out, but I kept up with slow, even pressure on the plug while rubbing her clit faster. In less than a minute, she’d taken the whole thing, and she was moaning and writhing in pleasure.

Leaving the toy in her ass, I released her clit and grabbed the last part of my plan from the box. She eyed it dubiously, and I couldn’t blame her. Three small, padded clamps, each one protruding from a wire, attached to a single wire that ran into a control box. Yes, I’d planned for everything when I placed all those orders from the hotel. I was a man who liked to be prepared.

“These might be a little uncomfortable at first, but you won’t even notice that soon.”

I opened the first clamp and teased one nipple into a hard peak. When I placed the clamp on it and let it grip her, she let out a small squeal. Her face confirmed it was nowhere near too much for her, so I kept going, teasing her other nipple and securing another clamp. Another little squeal, but her cheeks had begun to flush with her arousal.

Picking up the third clamp, I held onto it for a minute while I tugged lightly on the wire between the clamps on her nipples. She moaned, but she was eyeing the clamp in my hand with wary confusion. I would have laughed if my cock hadn’t been throbbing beyond painfully now.

I grazed the clamp down the valley between her breasts, down between her ribs, watching her face the whole way. I saw it in her eyes the second she clued into the purpose of the third clamp. Her lips parted on a gasp and her breathing quickened. By the time I hovered above my destination, I could see the pulse in her neck.