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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.”

pressed against her, but didn’t enter. Instead the pressure pushed her hips

“I can’t,” she stammered.

will.” Grif slid one arm under her, his forearm braced at the bend

“I do.”

was where she was stuck. She no longer had any control of her body. Her upper body was

her from moving, holding her still

Being restrained, held, the ability—and need—to think about

moment everything

muscles closing around the unfamiliarly flexible chain. The ball was a hard, broad presence inside her.

murmured. “That was big, and you

Master,” she murmured. That felt so good to say. It felt so good to have his collar tight on her neck, her ass aching, her nipples tight with

her hips and thighs, stilled for a

name,” he

odd command, but a

“Grif.”

am I…who

“My master.”

to her front. Lifting her chin, he met her gaze. His eyes were so

to keep going,” he said. “Maybe I should

“Please don’t stop.”

against

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,

him either of those things he’d turned away. That was okay, she could still feel him—not his touch, but his domination, his control. It was there in the collar and cuffs. The way her ass was full and ached from the pressure

he returned, he draped handfuls of carefully separated chain over the chair back. She looked down at it, trying to see if there was anything on

back straight,”

hips forward a little, taking the pressure off her lower back. That made the ball shift inside her, and brought the encrusted disk-base tight against the outside of her anus. She gasped at the feel of

“Tell me,” he commanded.

of the plug. It

the

course, Master, it makes

Grif blinked. “Davina.”

had he said her name

know what you’re

a ridiculous question.

“You’re calling me Master.”

you are my

Maybe 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

was doing, and what

pull it together and take about a million steps back.

was annoying, and easy

but his brow was still furrowed. “I needed to

“I don’t need it.”

Grif’s brows rose. “Did I ask if you needed

with happy pleasure at the displeasure in his tone.

“No, Master.”

is your safe

“Mandala.”

affection and approval. “Time to

deep breath,

lifted her right breast, squeezing until the skin plumped between his splayed fingers. His lips closed

his mouth, taking not just the

made her pussy clench. She’d always found it odd and wonderful that there seemed to be some magical connection between nipples and pussy. A connection that existed only

away. The suction of his warm, wet mouth elongated her nipple until finally her flesh popped from his mouth. She leaned towards

commanded. “And

She should have trusted him, should have known there would be

is what I’m using on

looked at what he held up. A nipple

of silver metal formed a filigree dome that didn’t just go around her nipple, but enclosed it. The ends of the looping, woven bands were anchored at two small open rings, with a straight post threaded

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 before pulling the post free. Her nipple was still damp, areola tight from the cooling effect of air on wet flesh.

he placed the cage over her nipple, lining it up

the nipple cage on now. Take a breath

of the nipple cage, then carefully started to wiggle

jewelry was a mix of uncomfortable, arousing, and wonderfully intimate. Nipple jewelry was sexy when it

small mooring ring on the other edge of

what she normally wore. She’d never worn a cage before,

was placed on a table. Fastened to the tip of her breast, and given the size, it had rotated forward, leaving a gap between the upper line of her tit and the

Grif went to work on her other nipple, Davina looked down at her breast, examining her new

through her nipple, and the weight of the piece, were stimulating, but she would soon get used to that, and once she did, it would be very hard—impossible even—for her Master to

arched over the nipple itself, leaving several centimeters of clearance. The diameter of the cage was large

he’d locked part of her

uneasy shiver worked

been part of the feeling of restriction that she so enjoyed about

head, as if

cage. This time when he stepped back he kept going, until he was a yard

these, Master?” she

“Why nipple jewelry?”