In His Cuffs (7 page)

“Don’t think I’m not storing up a list of your cheeky transgressions. A little gratitude that I didn’t put it on ice wouldn’t be amiss.”

“You’d do that?”

“Try me.”

“This feels just fine,” she said hurriedly. “Thank you for your kindness and generosity, Mr Tomlinson.”

As she’d spoken, he’d worked the metal inside her, twisting it slightly as he pushed before pulling it back. He used restrained motions, giving her only a little at a time. Her words had been partially bravado, if the way she tightened the muscles in her legs was any indication. The plug had a considerably larger girth than his finger. “You’re almost there,” he assured her as he neared the biggest part.

He ached to have his cock in her. With the angle of her pelvis and the fact her back channel would be stuffed, the tight fit would be orgasm inducing.

She whimpered.

“It’s almost in.” He gave a firm push, and once the fattest part was past her sphincter, the rest slid in, the base resting against her.

She sighed and shifted as she accommodated the intrusion and its not-insignificant weight. He gave a quick twist with the hook.

“I… That’s…”

“It’s in, and I think I inserted it rather nicely, instead of with a single shove.”

“Thank you, Mr Tomlinson.”

“I like it much better when you use your manners,” he said approvingly. He stepped back to look at her. The silver protruded, refracting light. Her eyes were closed. Thick, dark hair spilled everywhere in untamed, pretty disarray. Her nipples were still hard, and goosebumps dotted her lower arms.

Her body was spread wide for him, as if in invitation.

“Please do me,” she whispered, straining to lift her head so she could look at him.

“Perfect princess,” he responded. He squatted between her legs and parted her labia to lick her pussy.

She struggled against the restraints, seeking purchase with her heels.

“Mr Tomlinson! Sir!”

Instead of giving her permission to orgasm, he teased her clit with his tongue. He moved the plug inside her, rotating it as he gently tugged then eased it back in.

She cried out.

Her responses were pure, making his cock even harder, something that generally didn’t happen unless he stroked himself.

“I want you in me,” she said around a gasp.

He continued to torment her until she jerked against his mouth in unspoken demand. Then he stopped.

She slowly relaxed her body, but didn’t protest his denial. Instead, she said, “Thank you for your attention.”

His sub certainly knew how to behave. “I’ll make sure you’re rewarded for your behaviour.”

“The only thing I want is your pleasure, Mr Tomlinson,” she said.

“Clever pet.” He stood, taking care to keep a reassuring hand on her. He placed his cockhead at her pussy’s entrance. In silent entreaty, she moved towards him as much as her bonds would allow. Damn, this woman knew how to hit all his sexual hot buttons.

He took his cock in hand and began to enter her.

She blew air out through her pursed lips. “That’s tight… Oh.”

“Damn.” With the plug as big as it was, he didn’t have a lot of space. “Tell me if I need to stop.”

“It’s… Don’t stop. Just…overwhelming.”

He nodded. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want to feel everything,” she replied.

Restraining his urges was more difficult than he might have imagined. The time playing with her, rough as well as gentle, had banked his desires. He wanted to slam into her, fuck her, ride her, claim her, let her know that—right now—she belonged to him.

“Take me.”

“Patience, princess.” He put his thumb against her clit and manipulated the sensitive flesh.

“Sir! Oh, Mr Tomlinson, I need to come.”

“While I’m fucking you, you can come as often as you like.” Concentrating solely on her satisfaction took all of his self-control. He kept his thrusts shallow and continued to toy with her, peeling back the hood of her clit so that he had greater access to that bundle of nerves.

She tightened her buttocks.

“Sir!”

He stroked her faster.

“Please, please put your cock all the way in me.”

Even if he’d wanted to, he could deny her nothing. He buried himself so deep his testicles touched the hook on the end of her plug.

“Fuck me, Mr Tomlinson.”

He rocked inside her with short, shallow motions.

She screamed as she came. Her pussy muscles contracted around him, almost driving his orgasm, but David forced himself to hold off. He wanted her to shatter at least one more time.

When her body stilled, she whispered, “That was okay.”

“Princess, you’re a glutton for punishment.”

She smiled a little to show she’d been teasing and that she was drained.

It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed fucking a woman as much.

“The plug intensifies everything,” she said. “Well, along with Sir’s massive cock.”

He withdrew enough to lightly slap her cunt. “Of course.”

“Keep that up, Mr Tomlinson and I’ll be coming again.”

“That’s the intention.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m not sure I’ll survive the night.”

“Good.”

Once her breathing had evened out, he began to thrust again, this time, in long, slow movements.

“Oh,” she murmured.

He changed his angle so that he could grasp her nipples and pull up hard, adding a small amount of pain to the mix.

“Damn,” she said, fighting against her bonds.

If she were free, he knew she’d wrap her legs around his waist, but he liked having her like this, at his mercy, even if the other way appealed. “Come for me,” he told her, twisting her swollen flesh.

She tossed her head as she whimpered then forced her shoulders down against the padding.

So, so fucking sexy.

Her insides tightened and she milked his cock. He could no longer hold back. He jerked his hips, feeling the rigidity of the stainless steel that filled her ass, a sensation-filled contrast with the soft wetness of her cunt.

“Do it,” she begged. “Do
me
.”

Her reactions to the erotic beating and to the sex were open. It was obvious that, to her, this was no act. The purity of her response was what he hoped to find every time he scened with a woman. Ever since he’d been introduced to BDSM in his early twenties, he hadn’t been interested in vanilla sex. Giving a woman more than she knew was possible appealed to him. This experience with Maggie, though, went beyond that. Satisfying her was of utmost importance to him. The way she embraced everything he offered, enhanced his enjoyment.

He released her nipples and grabbed her hips, tilting them and holding her in place.

Lost in her surrender, David fucked her hard. The bass from the music outside drove him. He had to have this woman. Now.

He froze. A fraction of a second later, hot cum spurted, filling the condom. He stood there, saying nothing, holding her, his cock still thick.

A last bit surged up, making him feel drained.

“Yum,” she said. “Thank you.”

He released his grip on her hips.

“I hope I get bruises there,” she said.

David gave a wry smile. “That wasn’t my intention, princess. I generally have more control during an orgasm.”

“The way you made me come… I’m glad you had the same reaction,” she whispered.

When he’d invited her to play, he hadn’t thought much beyond spanking her ass. He hadn’t anticipated that the woman who fought him so much would be so captivating, that he’d want to know her more.

He withdrew from her.

After disposing of the condom, he crossed the room to give her bottom some support and release her arms. “Take your time,” he cautioned, rubbing her shoulders and wrists.

“Ow,” she said.

“Take your time,” he repeated. “When you’re ready, I’m going to remove the butt plug.”

“I, ah, I can do that myself, Mr Tomlinson.”

“Embarrassment at this point, Maggie?”

“That seems a little personal,” she admitted.

“Get over it.”

She turned her head to one side.

He teased her pussy to focus her attention while he pulled out the plug. “Not so bad, was it?”

“If you say so.”

“It’s not too late to give you a few more swats.”

“I was agreeing with you, Sir.”

“Ah.” He went to the sink and washed the plug and his hands before loosening the bonds securing her legs. He massaged her lower legs, then worked the area of her hip flexors.

“Do I have to tip you, Mr Tomlinson?” she asked when he was done.

“I consider this part of the service,” he replied, helping her to sit. “How does your body feel?”

She wiggled her toes and fingers. “Well used.” She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

He offered a hand to steady her as she eased from the table.

While he pulled on his jeans, she slid back into her stockings, moving her body in an appealing, feminine way. “This is almost as erotic as seeing you naked,” he said. He folded his arms across his chest and watched her clip the garter belt to the stockings, all the while wondering if he could revise the company dress code to require she wear this to work every day.

Immediately he nixed that idea.

He’d get nothing done.

She stepped into the skirt. All the time, she’d avoided putting on the bra. He wondered if it was intentional.

Finally she did put on the purple lingerie, and he was pretty damn sure he’d spend a lot of time in the future fantasising about taking it back off her.

She fought with the tight shirt, so he stepped in. “Sorry, I can’t stand there and watch you struggle,” he said, taking the material from her.

Though her eyes widened, she didn’t protest.

He helped her into the shirt and smoothed it into place.

She kept her fingertips on his forearm as she slipped into her shoes.

“Make me a promise, Mr Tomlinson?”

He inclined his head.

“Don’t wear that armband to work.”

“Too much of a reminder about who you really are and where you belong?”

She betrayed her inner thoughts by looking at the floor before unblinkingly meeting his gaze. “The HM stands for House Monitor, not His Majesty,” she said saucily. “I want you to remember that.”

David extrapolated from her statement. “No authority over you outside of the Den?”

“None.”

He traced her collar. “Then don’t wear this again until you’re ready to cede authority for your sexual satisfaction to me.”

Her sweet, sexy lips parted. Then she blinked, breaking the momentary spell she’d held him under. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr Tomlinson.”

“Likewise, Ms Carpenter.”

Without another word, she turned and exited the room before closing the door with a decisive
snick.

It bothered him that she’d vanished before he could ensure she was completely okay. He’d hoped to spend a few minutes caring for her, even talking. He wished she’d waited long enough to at least have a few sips of water.

Christ.
She might not have needed a few minutes of aftercare, but he needed to give them.

In the past, he’d been accused of being relentless. He didn’t take time off for vacations, and had caused trouble on his honeymoon when his bride had caught him on his laptop in the middle of the night. During stressful times, he’d get in two workouts. He didn’t require much sleep and he had boundless energy. He saw each day as a task list and he methodically checked things off and kept moving.

Until Maggie, he’d had no urge to soothe a woman he’d beaten. Lack of cuddling and intimacy had decimated his marriage.

By the time he’d pulled his boots back on, washed his toys, packed his bag, collected the leash and returned to find Damien in the sunroom, she’d already caught the shuttle bus back to Winter Park.

“It’s not like you to mix business and BDSM,” Damien observed, sipping from a glass of mineral water, enhanced with a twist of lime.

David didn’t need long to think about that. “If the woman in question wasn’t Maggie, it wouldn’t have happened tonight.”

Damien waited.

“Until now I’ve never before wanted to paddle someone who reports to me.”

“I can understand the temptation.”

A house sub accepted David’s bag and left them alone without ever saying a word.

“How did it go?” Damien asked.

David frowned. “You tell me. Obviously you saw her before she left, if you knew she was gone.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to ask her yourself,” Damien said after what seemed to be a considerable silence.

“Fair enough. She was okay, though?”

“It doesn’t appear you made her cry.”

“Maybe I’m losing my touch.”

Damien shrugged. “Or she’s tougher than we gave her credit for. At any rate, you needn’t worry about her, I’d say.”

David knew he’d get nothing more out of Damien. That was something confounding and reassuring about the Den’s owner. The man knew everything and revealed no one’s confidences. While it could be frustrating, it was reassuring.

From the corner of his eye, David saw Brandy put up her hand to push away a man. “Brandy may need us to intervene.”

Damien looked.

Niles, another House Monitor, had obviously already seen what was happening and had moved towards the pair. David wasn’t surprised at the other man’s quick action, but he was surprised to see Niles at the Den. He hadn’t attended many public functions since the death of his beautiful wife and sub.

“I’ll handle it,” Damien said, following David’s gaze. “If you’re back on duty, the patio needs an extra set of eyes.” He turned away then paused and looked back. “Unless you require a little more time to collect yourself?”

“Not at all.” David welcomed the responsibilities. Having something to do suited his personality better than worrying or fretting over Maggie. He was the type of man who shoved aside mental and emotional entanglements. Or he had until Maggie had fled without them having the serious talk they needed.

Confounded woman.

“That’s what I expected.” With a brisk nod, Damien left.

David took up his post outside near the speaker. Thankfully, Evan C was on hiatus, or whatever a band break was called. David wasn’t sure how much more his eardrums could take of that racket. And some people considered it music. Took all kinds.