Checklist J, K, L
Chapter 4
As the sound of Grif’s footsteps grew louder, Davina pressed her hips back towards him. She was hoping he would touch her again. Penetrate her again. Even better, fuck her.
His hand cupped her right ass cheek. His palms were broad and warm, his fingers digging in just the right amount. This wasn’t petting or stroking. It was too firm and possessive for that.
This was her Master touching her. Preparing to use her.
Davina’s eyes, which had slid closed as she drifted towards that sweet, serene place, popped open.
Her Master?
No. She and Grif didn’t use that term. They were partners. If they had to use labels, he was the top—and even then not always. She was the submissive partner, not the sub or the submissive.
Lost in her own thoughts, she was shocked when something blunt and cold touched her asshole.
“What’s that?” she yelped.
“The next piece of jewelry.”
The low, sexy rumble in his voice made her stomach muscles tighten with need. “I thought you weren’t going to use a jeweled plug.” Her voice sounded breathless and needy, not at all like her normal self.
“I’m not. This isn’t a jeweled plug. Or, not just a jeweled plug.” Grif released her ass and circled around to stand in front of her. His gaze slid up and down her naked body. “Straighten up. You’re arching your back, and you’ll get tired.”
She wasn’t just arching her back—she was arching it in order to stick her ass out. She wanted him to touch her, use her. That was fine and normal—that was what their relationship was about, after all.
But holding a stress position would make a scene end more quickly. She knew better than to stick out her butt—to pose and posture possibly at the expense of completing the plan or scene.
She pulled her hips forward, kneeling tall. That gave her some good slack on the rope and chain at her arms, so she rolled her shoulders.
“How are you feeling?” Griff leaned in and inspected her wrists.
Davina stretched and nipped his chin. “Impatient.”
He jerked back, rubbing his chin. The corners of his eyes were crinkled with a smile. “Minx.”
The light caught the item he held in his other hand. She leaned a little to the right, trying to see.
Grif put his hand behind his back and grinned.
Davina took a deep breath.
His eyes dropped to her breasts.
Ha.
She knew what would come next. He’d say something teasing, or maybe he’d “punish” her with some rough breast play—a gentle slap, nipple pinch. Something.
Grif’s gaze met hers.
Davina took another deep breath, but this time it wasn’t an attempt to make him look, to tempt him. It was a gasp of shock.
Grif’s eyes seemed to glitter with…anger? Determination? He was beetle-browed, his mouth set in a hard line.
He took the toy from behind his back, holding it up so she could see it.
It was a plug, but it wasn’t. Rather than a tapered bulb, narrow neck, and flared base, this plug was a metal ball, four inches of large-link chain, and a round metal disk. The disk, which would serve as the base, was encrusted with rhinestones, and had a large O ring set into it.
Davina looked up, trying to catch Grif’s gaze, but he was looking at the center of her forehead.
Was he really angry? Why would he be?
Because you’re not being a good sub. You’re trying to top from the bottom. You weren’t showing off your breasts because you wanted him to know how willing you were to be used and played with. You wanted to make sure you could still make him do things. You wanted him to look because you wanted to be in control.
And he realized what you were doing.
Davina’s teeth clenched.
Grif’s fingers closed around the strange plug. “Hips back. Tell me if your shoulders start to hurt.”
Then he was gone from her line of sight, circling around behind her. Part of her wanted to turn her head and look at him, watch him. It was the same part of her that felt ashamed for what she’d done.
She stared resolutely forward, arching her upper body and lifting her ass until her shoulder and back muscles strained.
Her ass cheeks were pushed apart, his fingers and thumb holding her open. The defiance and defensiveness that made her jaw tight started to thaw.
The cold ball of the plug—which felt massive as it glided up and down the crack of her ass—was intimidating in the best way.
Grif centered it on her anus. Without a taper it just sat against the ring of muscle. There was no tip to ease it in.
“I’ve prepped your ass,” he told her in a cold voice. “You will take the ball all at once. If you tense up and try and keep it out, I will force it in.”
That was both terrifying and so arousing that her pussy clenched in reaction. Her pussy lips were so slick with her body’s natural lubricant that every time she shifted even a little, she could feel her labia sliding against each other. She knew that by this point her inner thighs were probably wet, too.
“I expect you to relax.” He moved the hand holding her ass open, instead laying it on the small of her back, a warm, firm presence. “I expect you to take this into your ass.”
“Yes.” The word “master” was right there, waiting to be used. She held it back. “I will. I…want it,” she added.
“Relax.”
against her, but didn’t enter. Instead the pressure pushed her hips forward. She didn’t
“I can’t,” she stammered.
forearm braced at the
“I do.”
hard place? No, her master’s arm and the huge plug, that was where she was stuck. She no longer had any
her still and in place for the invader he was forcing against
bondage she loved. Being restrained, held, the ability—and
a moment everything in her mental landscape went white,
hard, broad presence inside her. She felt full and used—both familiar sensations, but this was different. It was like tasting a new
he murmured. “That was big, and you took it
That felt so good to say. It felt so good to have his collar tight on
stroking her hips and thighs,
my name,”
odd command,
“Grif.”
who am I…who am
“My master.”
chin, he met her gaze. His eyes were
he said. “Maybe I should stop, but I’m
“Please don’t stop.”
his forehead against
smell of his breath—it was always a little minty, because he always brushed his teeth before they started. She’d watched him do it. Had she ever told him how much she liked that he did that? How she’d had to switch to unscented toothpaste because sometimes the smell of mint gave her visceral flashbacks to their time together, leaving
still feel him—not his touch, but his domination, his control. It
at it, trying to
back straight,” Grif
and brought the encrusted disk-base tight against the outside of her anus. She gasped at the feel of the bumpy surface
“Tell me,” he commanded.
of the
on the inner face, to stimulate
lips twitched. “Of course, Master,
Grif blinked. “Davina.”
had he said her
you know
a ridiculous
“You’re calling me Master.”
she’d ignored it before, hurt both of them by not using the word, but now her mind was clear. Aroused to the point of intoxication, bound in a wonderful, unfamiliar way, she had total clarity. The reasons she hadn’t used the word before didn’t matter. Her past didn’t matter, in the place of weightless clarity she didn’t need to lie
she was doing, and
together and take about a million steps back.
internal voice was annoying,
shoulders relaxed, but his brow was still furrowed. “I needed to check. While we’re at
“I don’t need it.”
“Did I ask if
the displeasure in his tone. This was what she wanted—to
“No, Master.”
your safe
“Mandala.”
with affection and approval. “Time to decorate
deep breath, offering herself to
the skin plumped between his splayed fingers. His lips
mouth, taking not just the nipple, but
pull of his mouth made her pussy clench. She’d always found it odd and wonderful that there
away. The suction of his warm, wet mouth elongated her nipple until finally her flesh popped from his mouth. She leaned towards him, wanting more, her arms
up,” he commanded. “And
have trusted him, should have known there would be
is what I’m using on you
she looked at what he held up.
didn’t just go around her nipple, but enclosed it. The
balanced the cage on the chair, then quickly swiped an alcohol wipe over the nipple he’d just been sucking. He quickly cleaned his hands with hand sanitizer, and then picked up the nipple cage and unscrewed one disk
had, he placed the cage over her
Take a breath
then carefully started to wiggle and slide the post
uncomfortable, arousing, and wonderfully intimate. Nipple jewelry was sexy when it was in, but putting it in was just a bit odd
end of the post was threaded through the small mooring ring on the other edge of the cage. He screwed on
she normally wore. She’d never worn a cage before, but the ones she’d occasionally considered purchasing had always been smaller, meant to hug and
others, would sit flat if it was placed on a table. Fastened to the tip of her breast, and given the size, it
other nipple, Davina looked down at
more sure she was that bondage was the right word. The bar through her nipple, and the weight of the piece, were stimulating, but she would soon get used to
of clearance. The diameter of the cage was large enough that it encompassed almost
like he’d locked part
uneasy shiver worked down
been part of the feeling of restriction that she
her head, as if that would help the
Grif admonished. He finished attaching the second cage. This time when he stepped back he kept
Master?” she
“Why nipple jewelry?”
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