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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

mouth trailing down the line of her neck to her collarbone, which he nipped gently. Lower again, and

one horrible moment she wondered if he was going to use those nipple cages again. It would be a punishment, a kind

nipple, a chaste brush of lips before straightening. “Why aren’t you wearing

didn’t have them, then you would play with them

them. “Have I neglected your

last week. I hated the nipple

telling me. How long can you go

or so,

did

left

them off for now. It works well with

to the velvet covered table he’d been standing at

bound to a spanking bench, but instead of face down, she was facing backwards, with her butt braced on the edge

she really hoped that was where Grif was planning to sit. It would put his

gift to women, and several times in the past she’d thanked whatever generous soul had

back, shirtless, all muscles and those lovely freckles she liked to

were starting to ache, but that was forgotten when

“You’re smiling,” he said.

she murmured.

out a low chuckle that did things to her insides. He was a sexy man

you,” he said. “Custom ordered, not something from the stockpile in the Den.” He stretched out one leg

felt

head snapped

She nodded.

no, no.

will end like

doing. If you start to go too deep, I’ll pull you back.” He drew his hand from his pocket, then turned

“What are they, Master?”

of thin twine and beads in place of a jewelry clasp. Between those was a gold two-strand necklace set with a dozen evenly spaced dark rhinestones that looked almost like

was costume, because if it wasn’t, he was

that…custom made for me?” She

labia clips, which were simple

held up the final piece. A large black stone dangled from a tiny gold cuff. If you didn’t know better, you might think you were looking at an ear cuff with a

you ever worn

like that,

yeah, I was there for

ones that look like tuning forks that you slide

his hand, the labia and clit jewelry hidden in his fist, then he leaned in, pressed his mouth

reacted to 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

but there was something about the softness of a man’s mouth against her pussy that she found wildly erotic. As if

gently, not flicking the way some did,

her pussy clenched and

He pulled back.

say something snarky, to chide him for teasing her. The collar at her throat, the gentle but insistent pressure of it, stopped

pussy lips with two fingers.

“Yes, Master.”

apex of her labia, then slid it down onto her clit. The diameter was small enough that once he had it in place, around the widest part of her clit, there was no space between the metal

hurt,” he

to ask what would hurt before he was pinching the cuff, squeezing it tighter onto her clit. She cried out, tears stinging

he murmured. “Beautiful, my minx.

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

is so fucking sexy,” he growled. “I

pulled on the other lip, attaching the remaining end of the labia jewelry to that side. She

that were now nestled in her pussy. He positioned the labia clips so that jewel on that chain hung just below the one

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

past hour

He leaned down and sucked on her left nipple. This time he didn’t

her, setting nerve endings ablaze. Her captured clit pulsed with need, the cuff wonderful and

head, his dark gaze watching

“Use me, please, Master.”

loop of twine over her nipple, then slowly drew the bead up, tightening the loop until it squeezed her nipple. He let the chain

other nipple, pulling it

time the chain jewelry had made 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 placed on her both highlighted

When he took it off completely, he massaged her arms and supervised as she rolled her shoulders. Next her legs were freed

to his forearms, as she finally stood

voice was low, his

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