Bondage Celebration (6 page)

Now that he knew the precise length needed, he lifted the chain to within her view and cut the excess. His Angel jumped as the chain clinked onto the sofa. Very carefully, he re-attached the end of the chain to the clamp on her left breast and returned it to the hook anchoring her to the wall.

“Oh, Angel, you look amazing. Yes, the video feed was a very good decision on my part. I wish it was ready. You look freaking hot tonight, baby.”

Laura groaned. “So glad to know I can pull off the leather and chains look, Sir.”

“Such a sassy mouth.” Nick looked into his bag of goodies and pulled out a paddle. He chose one with a smooth leather blade. His objective was to turn her ass a beautiful pinkish red. In the bag, he saw a shiny silver bell. A smile Laura would have termed evil, had she been able to see it, spread across his face. He reached around and found the bell’s mate.

“You cut your exercising short tonight. How many sets did you leave out?”

“My Master requested I complete three sets tonight. Two less than usual.” Her tone making it clear she wasn’t taking the blame for cutting her exercise session short.

“We will make them up using the paddle. No matter how intense the paddling becomes, you need to remember not to move or your nipples will pay the price. Do you understand, Angel?”

“Yes, Sir.” She barely got the words out of her mouth before Nick struck her ass with the paddle. It gave a satisfying
whomp
that had his cock twitching. The length of the paddle allowed it to strike both cheeks at the same time. After the second swat landed, at the edge of the first, Laura wrapped her hands around the chains.

Nick watched Laura rock back after each strike. Every movement would cause vibrations to pulse through her breasts.

“How are you doing, my Angel?” Her head was tipped forward, her upper body relying on the wrist restraints to hold her up. It was such a beautiful sight.

“Oh, God, it feels good, Master.” Her response came naturally and he was sure she spoke the truth.

The third and fourth strikes landed in succession. “Breathe, Angel. Are you okay?” He cupped his hand along her pussy reveling in the moist heat that beckoned him home.

“Yes, Sir.” She took a deep breath and whispered, “Harder, hit me harder.”

His heart clenched in his chest. No doubt he was the luckiest S.O.B. on the planet. “As you wish, my love.” The last blow in the set rocked her forward a good inch or so. There was no danger of hurting her breasts by moving forward, it was only when she rocked back or down that she felt a pull. He’d made sure the chains binding her arms wouldn’t allow enough travel to let her get injured.

He tossed the paddle on the loveseat while he massaged her arms and shoulders. Moving down her body, he squeezed her breasts making sure she was doing okay. He loved feeling her head rest on his shoulder while he caressed and kneaded her tits. His cock, hard and throbbing, fit nicely in the small of her back. He stroked the head along her back wishing his jeans weren’t between them.

Pulling himself away, he went down on his knees to rub her legs. They were beginning to tremble. He needed to get the scene moving again. Time to take it up a notch. “You’re doing well, Angel, however you’re still moving and I specifically told you to stay still. We are going to tighten the clamps by one full rotation and attach a bell to each chain. If you move enough to ring the bell, we have to start the set over. Do you understand?”

Laura groaned and nodded.

Her body looked relaxed and accepting, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He demanded verbal responses for a reason. “Answer me, Angel,” he used his most commanding Dom tone.

“Okay, Sir. I’ll try.”

Her voice was soft and full of pleasure. His little subbie was enjoying her discipline. “No, Angel. You’ll be paddled until you succeed or safeword. Those are your only two options. Trying won’t cut it.”

“I understand.”

To keep the arousal at its highest peak, he needed to push her boundaries. Keep her slightly off balance, never knowing what would happen next.

He placed his fingers at the top and bottom of the adjusting screw and rotated it half a turn. Laura’s breath left her body. Once she started to inhale he moved to the left breast and did the same thing.

“Talk to me,” he ordered. “How does that feel?”

“It burns.”

She took a steadying breath then nodded, letting Nick know she was ready to proceed. When his hand moved back to her right breast and repeated the tightening procedure, she shook her head.

“You’ve already tightened that one!” She shot him such a nasty look he chuckled.

“That’s a full turn.” He answered to her unspoken question. “I was being generous and working it up slowly. I think you should thank your Dom for being so gracious.”

“Half turn? That was only halfway? It feels like a vise grip is squishing my nipple.”

Nick crossed his arms over his chest denoting his patience was wearing thin.

“Oh, all right, already! Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for slowly squeezing the shit out of my nipple.”

“That smart mouth of yours just earned you two extra swats. Now ask me nicely to tighten the left clamp.” He knew he was riding her pretty hard. Yet the way her clit had shed its hood and stood proudly at attention told him his beautiful Angel was up to the challenge.

“Please, Sir, tighten the left clamp. Its feeling left out. And please be quick about it, because I need to come
real bad!”

Nick chuckled from deep in his belly. She was such a brat. He loved that about her. Careful not to jar her nipple any more than necessary, he tightened the clamp another half turn. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the bells and held them so she could get a clear look at them.

Laura’s eyes widened to saucer size at the sight of the bells then closed as if not looking could change her fate. Silly woman. No such luck. With a click and slight tug, he’d raised the bar that much higher.

Nick used his finger to flick the bells. His reward was a sexy moan from Laura. He suspected the bells vibrated the clamp causing a tickling sensation to run over the tips of her breasts. “Like that, do ya?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Here we go. Remember if the bells jingle we have to start over.” He wasn’t entirely sure how sensitive the bells were so he decided to take it easy on her until he got the hang of it.

After the first swat Nick reassured her, “You’ve got this, Angel. Just keep your movements fluid and the bells will stay silent.”

Number two was harder. Nick smiled when Laura push her ass backward, playfully asking for another and set off the bells. He fought to keep his chuckle silent.

Nick put his tongue on the roof of his mouth and made a tsking sound. “Now we have to start over. How many swats do you have coming, Angel?” He wondered if she would remember the extra two.

“Seven, Sir.”

He gave her two back to back. “Good girl.” He put the paddle between his arm and his ribs so he could use both hands to rub the cheeks of her ass. They were a lovely shade of pink, hedging toward red.

Knowing her legs were getting tired, he quickly gave her another two. “How many more, Angel?”

“Three, Sir.” He noted the strain in her voice. Whether the position was becoming difficult to maintain or she was desperate for orgasm, he wasn’t sure.

“Here we go, hang on.” He placed his left hand on her belly ensuring she wouldn’t move while he gave her three hard swats. Dropping the paddle on the loveseat, he wrapped his arms around her and showered kisses along her neck.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. I’d love to take you to our bedroom and fuck you in the comfort of our bed, but I can’t wait.” Keeping one arm around her waist to connect them, he toed off his shoes and worked the buttons to shed his pants. He was grateful there was no need for lubricant, allowing him to easily enter her pussy.

Laura’s moan mingled with his. “God, you feel like Heaven, Laura. I’m not going last long. You have me so fucking hot, Angel.”

“Please, Master, right here, right now, fuck me fast and hard.”

“You come when I say you can and not before.”

“I can’t move my legs.” She panted, frustration evident in her tone. “I can’t come like this.”

Nick knew he was only a stroke or two away. He’d never been so large in his life. “Trust your Master, subbie!”

“Always.”

Unbelievably, his cock grew harder still. Laura’s submission was the most precious gift Nick could ever receive. Reaching up to the clamps, he removed them both at the same time, then spun his right hand down to her clit and pinched his girl. “Now. Come for me now, Angel!”

Nick felt the air rush from her body as the blood returned to her nipples. Laura’s pussy throbbed and clenched around his dick. The sensations were so intense his body shook.

She screamed as her vaginal walls gripped his cock and sent him rocketing over the edge. The orgasm he’d been holding back since he’d watched his lovely wife practice her submissive pose was finally allowed free rein. He caressed her clit until the spasms milking his cock began to weaken, but like a man possessed, he continued to rock in and out of her pussy. Nick wrapped his arms tightly around Laura, holding her, whispering in her ear the reassurances she needed to hear after such a powerful experience.

When he was sure his legs would hold them both, he released her arm cuffs, allowing the chains to swing back and bounce against the wall. He was pretty sure his arm around Laura’s waist was the only thing keeping her upright. Kneeling as best he could, he unfastened the cuffs around her ankles. Once she was free, he swung her into his arms and carried her to bed.

“How are you doing, my sweet Angel?”

Somewhere along the first floor staircase, Laura began to stir. “Oh, dear God, I’ve never experienced anything like that before in my life.” She rested her head against Nick’s shoulder and melted into him. “I never knew sex could be like that. Every time I looked at my nipples chained to the wall I wanted to come. If my legs hadn’t been chained apart, I would have come on the spot.

“And you!” She glared at him accusingly. “It felt like you kept me waiting for years before you touched my clit.” Her expression immediately softened, “Then my whole world exploded. Fireworks went off in my brain. I saw colors.”

Nick’s smile reached from ear to ear.

“Every nerve ending lit up in a chain reaction. I think I passed out! Holy cow, Nick. If you do that again, it might kill me.”

“Not doing it again
would
kill me. So, it’s a good thing I’m the Dom and my vote wins.”

Chapter Three

Nick woke just after sunrise. As always, he found himself curled around his lovely wife. As always, he had the urge to cup her breasts and bury his cock deep inside her pussy. In years past, she would slap his hands, tell him no or make an excuse. He’d started going to work early. His staff joked about his devotion to his law firm. It had nothing to do with his commitment to his practice and everything to do with saving his marriage.

Laura’s hands-off, ‘I’m too busy for sex’ attitude had pissed him off. Rather than constantly fight with her, morning after morning, he left temptation alone and headed to the office. He was in charge there. At home, he tried to curb his Dominant nature.

Nick should have taken control sooner and fully accepted the lion’s share of the blame. He’d believed by suppressing his dominant side and allowing her to take the reins in the bedroom, he was meeting her needs—that her compulsion to control every aspect of her life included sex.

His confidence in his ability to know what Laura needed had been virtually shattered when he’d discovered her submissive fantasies. While he had known she had a strong need to please, he’d thought her obsession with control overrode everything else. Misreading that one nearly cost him his marriage. It could have all been avoided had he communicated his wants and desires with her.

And that wasn’t the only mistake he had made. To avoid a confrontation, he’d neglected to tell her they were part owners in a chain of sex clubs and kink paraphernalia stores.

The founder of the clubs, André Devereaux, had come to him for legal advice. To do his job, he’d toured the clubs, developed the training regime for Doms to earn Master’s rights, and became intimately aware of the lifestyle.

It wasn’t until he’d discovered Laura’s rather extensive BDSM library, that he’d told her the truth. They’d spent their anniversary getaway reinventing their relationship. It was still so new and fresh, it felt fragile, tentative. His lie of omission had shaken her trust in him. One day at a time, he was building it back.

Though she’d made it clear she only wanted their D/s to pertain to sexual matters, she’d accepted his dominance twenty-four seven during their get-away. Now that real life was intruding, they were scaling it back. Nick didn’t like it. While he wouldn’t push her, he fully intended to make
his
wishes known. By sending her the collar, he’d let her know he was serious. He didn’t give it to her in person because that would have been too much pressure. This way, when she was ready, she didn’t have to worry about how to tell him. Just hand him the collar and it was done.

Her submission was the most erotic enticement he’d ever known. Last night had been incredible. She’d met him stroke for stroke. Every challenge he had thrown her way she’d accepted. He would
never
go back to their old relationship. Moving forward was the only option.

They talked so much more, but they still had a long way to go. Laura found it difficult to show vulnerability. Until he proved he was worthy of her trust, capable of taking care of her, she wouldn’t feel safe showing that side of her personality. And until then, he’d have to use every tool in his arsenal to plot the correct course in their relationship. He hoped and prayed he got it right this time.

Nick pushed the sheet from Laura’s torso. The sun streaming through the window illuminated her flawless skin while the rush of cool air pebbled her nipples into hard peaks. With his thumb and index finger, he teased her unmercifully until he heard her breathing change.

Her moan sent a zing through his cock. “Put your hands above your head and leave them there.”