Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(26)
With the blindfold still covering her eyes, she desperately tried to make sense of her surroundings. A soft upholstered pad seemed to support her neck, and Hunter aligned her hands either side of her head, before placing her wrists into two deep indentations. When she felt a padded yoke tighten around her neck and wrists, she realized she’d been put into a set of stocks. Panic rose when the stocks locked into position, with a sickening click. She was trapped. Should she use her safeword?
“Hunter, please.”
“You will address me as Master. Failure to do so is not an option.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I was a little—”
“Silence. Do not speak, unless you wish to use your safeword. Do you wish to use your safeword?”
Zo? swallowed hard and shook her head. So far nothing bad had happened. “No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Good, then I will continue preparing the scene.” She heard him walk behind her. His hand trailed down the crevice of her bare butt, making her tremble inside. “Relax your legs, my sub. You’re holding them too stiff.”
Although difficult to comply, she did as he required. Immediately, he buckled what felt like a thick leather strap around her waist, securing her lower body, hard against the soft upholstery, making any movement almost impossible. To add to his domination of her, he attached restraints to each ankle, roughly spreading her legs wide apart, displaying her * and anus for his personal gratification. She couldn’t move a single muscle now, even if she wanted to. She was completely at his mercy. Zo? was frightened, but her * was soaking wet.
Hunter slid a hand between her legs and attached something familiar against her clitoris. Her * lips spread open and folded around the object.
“Because you disobeyed me by removing the butterfly at Club Submission, I’ve decided to use it now.”
The steady pulse began beating against her clit, growing, growing in intensity. Although Zo? recognized the lovely feeling, she also wanted to squirm and move away from the wicked indulgence. All she could do was move her head a little from side to side, and flex her fingers. A moan tore from her, and she bit down on her lower lip. Oh, God. The overwhelming pleasure the butterfly gave her was both excruciating and exquisite. She moaned out loud again, as she teetered on the edge of sexual oblivion.
Hunter pulled the blindfold from around her eyes. He cupped her chin forcing her to look at him. His gaze was blistering. “Slave, do not come without my permission.”
“But, Master, pl—”
Zo?’s mouth trembled as her helpless * throbbed and pulsed around the butterfly. What Hunter demanded of her was impossible, absolutely impossible. A mighty orgasm broke her resolve, and she shuddered her release against the constrictive bindings, whimpering in ecstasy as she disobeyed her Master.
Hunter moved in close, and whispered in her ear, “You disappoint me, my sub. I expressly forbade you such enjoyment.”
Her breathing was heavy and hard, but she finally managed to blurt out, “I’m so sorry, Master. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Then you must face the consequences.”
“But it wasn’t my fault. It was your—”
“Silence. How dare you? Do not speak, unless you wish to use your safeword.”
Hunter moved out of her line of vision for a few seconds, before returning. He was spreading lube onto a formidable-looking metal object. It was about five inches in length, and looked like a set of graduated ball bearings, one on top of another. Their sizes ranged from that of a pea to a golf ball.
He looked demonic and in total control as he whispered menacingly, “Your ass belongs to me tonight. I’ve already punished your disobedience at Club Submission, but you have once again gone against my wishes.” He held up the metal object. “This probe will restore a little order. As you can see each bead is larger than the next. Make sure you follow my instructions to the letter, or feel it in full, slave.”
Zo?’s heart beat faster as he moved behind her. God what have I let myself in for? Should I use my safeword? As much as the stocks allowed, she jolted when he touched the cold metallic object against her rectum.
“My, my, you’re jumpy today, my sub.” Slowly she felt him insert the first bead inside her ass. She figured he then let go of the object, because the weight of the probe pulled on her sphincter, stimulating her sensitive anus. When Hunter pressed his palms to her butt, pushing her hard against the oscillating butterfly, the pulsing against her clit became even more intense. She couldn’t help but let out another submissive whimper of sexual pleasure.
“Master, I can’t stop myself…”
“Do not come. You do not have my permission.”
“But, Master.” The vibrations against her clit and anus intensified. She cursed that damned control unit. Zo? flexed her fingers, driving long fingernails into her palms, anything to stop herself from coming again. It was no use, the combination of the clitoral butterfly turned up to max, and the beaded anal probe inside her ass, meant another orgasm was inevitable. She’d climaxed before, but never like this. It ripped through her body and mind, pulsing and undulating uncontrollably in her clit and ass. The fact that her naked body was completely restrained by the stocks, and incapable of any movement whatsoever, only added to her sexual release.
Hunter’s deep voice reverberated behind her. “This is the third time this evening that you have disobeyed me.”