Handcuffed by Her Hero (27 page)

He let her have a wry tug of his
brows for that—for a second. It covered the time it took for him to secure both
hands into the neckline of his Henley. The baggy fit ensured that his fingers
scraped her breasts as he did. The sneak preview didn’t matter. As soon as he
tore the shirt down the middle, her full, naked peaks were all his to gaze at,
anyway. And goddamn, what a view.

“Don’t think so, subbie,” he finally
charged, hurling the torn shirt across the room. “That took care of the shirt.
As for those panties,” –he flicked a finger toward the bathroom— “adorable but
not needed. You can get rid of them in there while you grab the toys. After
you’ve got them, deliver them to me without a word. From now on, the only thing
out of your lips is ‘Yes, Sir,’ ‘No, Sir,’ your safe word, or direct responses
to
my
questions. No reprieves tonight.”

She looked him like he’d just
spoken Swahili. “Toys?” she blurted. “What do you mean by toys? And how
did—ahhh!”

He made her chop off the question
with her own scream, reacting to the bare-handed smack he delivered to the
center of her ass. “When I said ‘from now on,’ I meant it, honey.”

“Yes, Sir.” She rubbed her ass as
she walked away, looking pretty damn cute about it. His soul soared from the
giddy pleasure of inciting her ire—and her obedience.

As she disappeared into the
bathroom, Z moved quickly to the handyman’s bin outside the slider to the deck.
The temps had dropped exponentially since sunset but he welcomed the blast of
chilled air on his naked skin, assisting to bring the heat in his blood under
control. He wasn’t going to rush this. He planned to watch her writhe and moan
and climax for him for quite a while before he let his cock explode deep inside
her.

The zip ties were exactly where
he’d left them this morning. He’d taken them up to the bedroom last night, but
she’d been so responsive and beautiful, his initial plan had gone to tatters.
That wasn’t going to happen now. He couldn’t wait to see her bound for him.

After a full minute passed, he
shot a puzzled look at the bathroom door. “Ray-bird?” he called. “Everything
okay?”

The door opened slowly. She
emerged at a similar speed. The saucy demeanor was erased from her face. She
kept looking to the pile in her hands—paddle, spanker, flogger, clamps—as if
she carried an armed IED. A mix of worry and reverence defined her face,
confirming to Zeke that he’d made the right call in sending her in after the
implements. Five minutes ago, she’d been pretty lippy. Five minutes ago, he
wasn’t sure she comprehended everything he had planned for her. He was fairly
certain that wasn’t the case now.

“Thank you,” he murmured when she
handed over the pile.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered.
“Sir.”

He rubbed the side of her neck,
coaxing her to look back up to him. “Are you a little more clear about how
tonight’s going to play out?”

She took a measured pause before
responding. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to use these on you,
Rayna. I’m going to make your skin turn pink then red, until you scream and
feel like you’re going to lose your mind. And then you
will
lose your
mind.” He squeezed on her nape. “So are you still ready to submit to me?”

“Oh
yes,
Sir.”

He couldn’t help his open grin at
her eagerness. His pleasure radiated back to her, provoking a breathtaking
blush that started in her face then progressed down through her neck and chest,
and into the tips of her sweet, perfect tits.

The time for dawdling was
really
over.

He dropped his hold to her hand.
Guided her over to the big pine dining table. They’d shared macaroni and cheese
here a few hours ago. Now the feast was going to be her body, and he officially
declared himself the world’s luckiest glutton.

He kicked out the chair that
bracketed the end of the table and set the toys on it. With both hands freed,
he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the table. He half expected her
to start firing the one-liners again, a nervous tic common to nearly all fresh
subbies, but she watched him now in respectful silence, keeping her hands on
the table at her sides…letting him gorge on the sight of her nude perfection.

He didn’t use the term lightly.
Good God, her body had everything he loved. That gorgeous slope of a neck he
could suck and bite for days…firm, gently-rounded shoulders…breasts that were
the ideal stop between tiny and huge…a curving paradise of a waist atop hips
and thighs that were muscular by necessity, and more than able to handle him
fucking her at his fullest passion.

He frantically grounded the
fireworks of that thought’s resulting fantasy. It was too late to do anything
about the effects it had on his cock, which jutted more at his wide-eyed
subbie. Damn, he loved how she looked at him, as if every time she beheld his
body, it was the first time.

He smiled in cocky pride.

Rayna smiled shyly back.

“You ready?” he asked softly. After
she nodded, he picked up the two leather cuffs then ordered her with quiet
directive, “Wrists.” Less than a minute later, with the bands of black now
attached, she formed a sight that reminded him of why he loved Domination. Pale
skin and dark leather. Spirited eyes and silent patience. An imp’s smile on a
goddess’s body. All his to command, conquer, and pleasure.

“Perfect,” he told her, savoring
the glittering joy he set free in her eyes. “Now lay back all the way for me,
honey. Keep your ass close to the edge of the table, though. When you’re
comfortable, raise your arms toward the table corners over your head.”

She complied, trembling a little,
which amped his arousal by another sharp notch. He welcomed the torment of it,
knowing the suffering would have its surcease when he buried himself inside her
and gave over to her body’s hot, tight magic.

Soon. Very soon.

As she complied with his order, he
moved around to the other end of the table. Once there, he secured a set of
cable ties around the top of each table leg then started looping more ties
together to form chains that connected to the
O
rings on her cuffs. As
he worked, the only sounds she emitted were soft but shaky breaths.
Fuck yes
.
He savored many things about this process, but this moment was one of his
favorites. The special twilight between vanilla normality and dark fantasy…where
hidden desires became fiery reality…where man and woman became Dominant and
submissive.

He slipped assessing fingers
under her cuffs. Her own fingers were curled around their tops. Her circulation
looked good. He dropped his examination to her face. The color there was
beautiful, too. Her eyes were bright and adoring. Her cheeks were stained with
a perfect flush. He smiled down at her. “Nothing’s too tight?”

“No, Sir,” she murmured. “It
feels good.”

“Excellent.” He leaned down and
pressed a kiss to her forehead. He could see her disappointment about not
getting the kiss on the lips again, but he needed a few clicks of emotional
distance from her right now. If he fused his mouth with hers again, especially
in her bound state, God only knew what would tumble out of his soul and go
instantly AWOL on him.

He stepped to the opposite end of
the table. As he’d asked, Rayna had kept her bottom close to the edge. Her legs
hung over the side now. He spread them apart and shifted himself between them.
Though he told himself not to do it, his gaze strayed to the perfect pink bloom
at the center of her body. He pressed a thumb to its center, already moist and
shimmering with her excitement.

“Oh!” she cried out. “Ohhhh,
Sir…”

“A little aroused, honey?”

“Yes!” She gasped and writhed.
“Damn it, yes!”

“You want more?”

“Oh God, yes!”

“Then you’ll have to earn it.” He
withdrew his finger in order to push her legs farther apart. Much farther.
“Sounds fair, right?”

“Y-yes.” She frantically licked
her lips as she tilted her head, clearly trying to figure out what he was doing.
Zeke curled a serene smirk as he joined more zip ties together to circle her
legs just below her knees. Before he did anything else, he stopped and met her
gaze with his own.

“How bad do you want to earn it,
bird?”

She huffed. “Are you serious?
Can’t you see the evidence right in front—ahhhh!”

Her shriek was adorable. Zeke
treasured the sound, making a vow to swat her mound a few more times just so he
could hear it. Right now, he had a point to make. “I can see every drop of hot,
shiny arousal in your beautiful pussy, honey. But seeing it and hearing it are
two different things, aren’t they? I’m going to ask again and give you the
benefit of responding properly, because I’m feeling nice tonight. Once more…how
bad do you want to earn more strokes on your clit?”

She rolled her head straight
again, her breasts tight and heaving with her fast gasps. “Really bad, Sir.
Please tell me what I need to do.”

He caressed her outer thighs to
show her his pleasure in her confession. After a few moments of that, he
charged, “Show me how far your legs will spread, yoga girl.”

She complied at once—and
fulfilled his wildest expectations in the doing. As he’d hoped, she was
flexible enough that her calves met the edges of the table just before each
corner.

“That’s a very good start.” He injected
a smile to his tone while fastening more zip tie chains that connected her
calves to the table’s front legs. Her body became an open wonderland to map with
his own special markings. Holy shit, just thinking about the tracks he was
going to give her flesh…

His cock quaked. He gave his
balls a harsh squeeze to keep himself contained—though picking up the nipple
clamps pretty much canceled the benefits of the effort. He couldn’t wait to see
her breasts captured by them.

He walked around to stand close
to her face again. Yeah, she’d begged him hard for this, but wanting it and
getting it were two different things. The check-in was key, especially because
of what he had planned for her next. And after that, too. And maybe after
that
…

He hovered directly above her so
she could see the serious intent of his query. “How does it feel now, bird? You
still okay?”

To his delight, her eyes were
still twinkling. She actually curled a little grin at him. “I still feel very
good, Sir.”

Z smiled back before letting his
hands fall to both of her breasts. Though her areolas were puckered already,
they compressed tighter for his fingers as he rolled her rosy tips into erect
red pebbles. “Yes,” he said with a wicked smirk, “you do feel good. But ‘good’
can be defined a number of ways.”

Her eyes went wide as he pulled
the clamps into her view. She swallowed and looked back at him, wetting her
lips again. Yeah, so much for trying to squeeze his balls now. She was beyond
beautiful and he was beyond hard.

“You ready to earn more strokes,
Ray-bird?”

“I—I think so, Sir.”

“It’s okay to be a little
scared.”

“How about a lot scared, Sir?”

He first answered her with a
groan. “The sadistic demon on my shoulder says that’s just fine, honey.”

“What does the angel on the other
side say?”

He chuckled. “The angels gave up
on me a long time ago. The only thing on my other shoulder are the devil’s
cheerleaders.”

“Gee. Great to hear—oohhh
shit
!”

Her voice flipped from sarcasm to
suffering in the second it took for him to close the first clamp around her
nipple. The sight of her laying there, muscles twisting as she struggled to
process the vise’s bite into her sensitive flesh, caused a torment of a
different kind inside his own body. Different, sure—but no less painful. He
bunched his ass cheeks hard in a desperate battle to keep his dick in check.
Crushing his balls again helped a little, but even they were throbbing rocks of
demanding desire.

“Breathe, subbie.” He fed it to
her on a taut wire of tone. “Close your eyes and tell your body to accept it.”

She was stunning as her eyes slipped
closed for him. Three inhalations later, her breathing evened. As she released
the fourth, he fastened the clamp to her other breast.

“Ohhhh God!” She writhed again.

“Ssshhhh, honey.” He flattened a
hand on her stomach. “Breathe.”

“With all due respect, Sir, that
isn’t working!”

He rubbed his hand a little
lower, making soothing circles on her pelvis. “It wasn’t a request, Rayna,” he
said. “You’ll obey what your Sir has commanded without any more protest, right
now.”

She still flashed him gritted
teeth but settled back against the table, letting her breaths come more evenly.

“Now take all that adrenalin
rushing your veins, and let it float into your mind,” he instructed. “Let it
take over all those synapses and neurons. You’re going to be a little dizzy
from it, but I’ve got you tethered right here. You’re not going anywhere I
don’t want you to. You’re safe, okay?”