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Chapter 11

That single, relatively simple scene of a flogging followed by fucking could have kept her content for quite a while. At most, she and Grif usually saw each other twice a month, so she’d learned to hoard the feelings of satisfaction, to keep her going through the times when she lay alone in her bed.

But they were only a few hours into their first night together. There was plenty more time to play.

That was both thrilling, and terrifying, because she couldn’t unring a bell, and couldn’t go back to ignoring the depth of her feelings for him.

“Still doing okay?” His lips flittered over her cheek, just below the blindfold he’d put on her so he could set up the next scene without her knowing what he was planning.

Davina inhaled as she arched her back, hoping to tempt him to play with her breasts. She was naked, and sitting on the table where they’d had their relationship meeting, her legs spread the width of the table. She swung her feet idly, enjoying simply being in his presence.

“And with that…” There was a thump. “We are ready.”

“Can I look?”

“Ah ah, my minx. Not yet.”

She heard him approach, reached out for him as he came close. He didn’t reprimand her or order her to put her hands down. Each moment they spent together where she was submissive to him in that way she’d dared not be, and he didn’t react or behave the way Vance had, was a balm over an old wound.

He guided her hands to his shoulders, then grabbed her hips, sliding her to the edge of the table.

“Hold tight,” he commanded.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He picked her up, fingers digging into her ass as he carried her towards whatever delicious thing he had planned.

“You know,” she said in his ear. “I used to fantasize about you planning some sexy mystery scene that I didn’t know anything about.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it was a fantasy, and so often the fantasy isn’t worth it. And I like planning scenes, I really do.”

“You’ll still plan scenes with me, but not while the collar is on. This is still a partnership.” He set her ass down on something narrow. She clung to his shoulders until she found her balance. “But now it’s a partnership where we’re a little more honest about what we need, and how we feel.”

She didn’t quite manage to hide the wince his last words caused. If she were honest about how she felt, she’d tell this man who had been her sex buddy for years, but whom she’d seen outside the club only once, that she was in love with him.

Right.

Grif must not have been looking at her face, because he didn’t comment. Instead he was busy helping her get into a slightly odd position. She was kneeling with her legs spread, and leaning back just enough to prop her ass against the narrow thing he’d first seated her on. Straps came tight over her calves and ankles, confirming the feeling that she wasn’t kneeling on the floor or a solid surface, but on some sort of padded platform.

“I know you like, need, tight bondage, but I want you free to move around once I have you prepped, so I’m going to put you in a sleeve, but I promise it won’t be for long. Arms back. Brace them on the bench behind your butt.”

“Rope bondage and tight bondage made it easier for me to find my serenity. Now that…” she wanted to chicken out and use a euphemism, but she forced herself to speak the truth. “Now that you’re my master, not just my top or my partner, I think it’s going to be a lot easier.”

She smelled baby powder in the moment before he started to sprinkle it on her arms. His big hands smoothed the powder along her skin.

“You no longer like tight bondage?” Though he asked the question, he didn’t stop his preparation for putting her in the sleeve. That sent a little thrill of arousal through her—that he was going to do what he wanted to her, no matter what she said, was wonderful in all the right, perverse ways.

There was the tacky, plastic sound of a latex or vinyl fabric being shaken out, and then he pressed her wrists together. The sleeve—a single piece of fabric that went around both arms, forcing them together, was wrapped around both arms. She heard him buckle the starter restraints in place, then felt the tugging as he started to draw the laces tighter. She rolled her shoulders back, trying to draw her shoulder blades down, almost as she would in yoga, which would allow her elbows to come closer together.

He took advantage of that, tightening the sleeve until her wrists and forearms were entirely touching and her elbows almost completely together.

“How are your shoulders?”

“Okay, for now.” It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t meant to be; it was a stress position, but one she could hold.

“You will tell me if they start to hurt.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Damn it, Minx, you’re going to make my cock hard again.”

She hummed her appreciation for that, well aware that with her knees spread and arms back, both her pussy and breasts were on display.

“That hardly seems like a problem.”

“It wouldn’t be, if I didn’t have other plans for your pussy.”

That sounded promising. “You could fuck my ass, or my mouth.”

“And I intend to do both.”

He yanked the blindfold off, and she blinked a few times before focusing on his face. Grif was looming over her, standing between her spread knees, his eyes dark and intense with desire.

Davina licked her lower lip, then let her mouth fall open as she exhaled.

Grif growled, cupped the back of her head with his hands, and kissed her hard and deep. His kisses were like a drug, a pleasure so intense she could drown in it.

is what it feels like to be kissed by

his mouth trailing down the line of her neck to her collarbone, which he nipped gently. Lower again, and now he was licking and nipping her breast, his breath hot on her skin. He teased her, touching her everywhere but her sensitive

those nipple cages again. It would be a punishment,

kissed each nipple, a chaste brush of lips before

didn’t have them, then you

“Have I

At least, not until last week. I hated the

can you

day or so,

long ago did you

I left

It works well with what

to the velvet covered table

occupied, she looked down at herself. She was bound to a spanking bench, but instead of face down, she was facing backwards, with her butt braced on the

spread knees, and she really hoped that was where Grif was planning to sit. It would put his head level

a gift to women, and several times in the past she’d thanked whatever generous soul had taken the time to train him

all muscles and those

ache, but that was forgotten when he took

“You’re smiling,” he said.

murmured. “This seems

out a low chuckle that did things to

have a present for you,” he said. “Custom ordered, not something from the stockpile in the Den.” He stretched

felt was

head snapped

She nodded.

no. Talk

end like it did last

we know what we’re doing. If you start to go too deep, I’ll pull you back.” He drew his hand from his pocket, then turned it palm up, showing

“What are they, Master?”

she’d thought was a costume jewelry necklace, showing her the ends, which had loops of thin twine and beads in

because if it

that…custom made

were simple jewelry clips rather than clamps—similar to what was used for clip on earrings—and would hug rather than compress. A two-inch gold chain connected them, set with a

stone dangled from a tiny gold cuff. If you didn’t know

you ever

that,

yeah, I was there for

of those ones that look like tuning forks that you slide over, but

the labia and clit jewelry hidden in his fist, then he leaned in, pressed his mouth against her pussy, and went

the first sweep of his tongue as if she’d been struck with a cattle prod. She jerked and gasped, her thigh muscles straining with the instinctive need to close around his head and hold him

sensitive flesh stimulated by the soft touch of his mouth. Fingers were wonderful, but there was something about the softness of a

gently, not flicking the way some did,

toes curled, her

He pulled back.

opened her mouth, ready to say something snarky, to chide him for teasing her. The collar at her throat, the gentle but insistent pressure of it, stopped her. She would have her time to

lips with

“Yes, Master.”

once he had it in place, around the widest part of her clit, there was no space between the metal and her flesh. The open edges dug in to the base of

will hurt,” he

to ask what would hurt before he was pinching the cuff, squeezing it tighter onto

he murmured.

a breath, and realized that it didn’t hurt any longer, but she could feel the added pressure. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but far from unpleasant. It made her aware of her clit

sexy,” he growled. “I want to

and a slight pinch. He pulled on the other lip, attaching the remaining end of the labia

were now nestled in her pussy. He positioned the

surged to his feet and looked at her breasts. “Have I mentioned how lovely

the past hour or two,

left nipple. This time he didn’t

clit pulsed with need, the cuff

lifted his head, his dark gaze watching

“Use me, please, Master.”

twine over her nipple, then slowly drew the bead up, tightening the loop until it squeezed her nipple. He let the chain dangle from that breast while he sucked

nipple, pulling

her feel submissive, had put her into that headspace she both needed and feared, yet had also left her erogenous zones mostly unstimulated, especially her nipples. Tonight the jewelry he’d

he massaged her arms and supervised as she rolled her shoulders. Next her legs were freed from the spanking bench

to his forearms, as she finally stood

does it feel?” His voice was low, his

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