Power Play [Pleasure Playground 2] (19 page)

Like before, she cuffed one wrist and checked the rope to be certain it was secured to the bedpost. Satisfied with her plan thus far, she snuggled into the comforter to wait. And hope.

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Daegan sipped at his coffee while watching the sun set through his office window. It had been a busy but productive day. While they still had a long way to go to project completion, they were getting close to opening the second phase. Once a few of the shops opened, there would be a lot more foot traffic through the building, and he'd have to ensure the guests were disturbed as little as possible by his crews. He glanced at his watch. All of his contractors would have left the site by now, leaving not much reason for him to stay. His foul mood when he'd arrived had spurred him into action, and he'd tackled the mountain of paperwork awaiting his attention. Caught up with work, he could head home and... And what?

Spend another night with his best friend Jack getting sloppy drunk again. He shook his head. No, he and Jack Daniels needed to go on a break. Jennifer on the other hand was a different story entirely. As soon as the door had closed behind her on Friday night, his regrets had begun. His head told him one thing, while his heart and body said another. He'd fought the impulse to drag her back inside and tie her to the wall.

He couldn't get her off his mind though, so he'd avoided the photo studio and shops all day long. Now that everyone had left the building, he could do a quick sweep through the first floor and make sure the last of the adjustments were complete.

The phone on his hip buzzed with an incoming text. Good. Maybe he'd find something there to keep his mind occupied. Then he saw the incoming message came from Jennifer. Surprised she'd made contract, he pressed the few buttons to make her message pop up.

Please read. It's important.

Hmm. What was his sub up to? No, not his.

He clicked on the link, and the Web browser popped up and navigated to a blog called Submissive in the South. Intrigued, he started to read.

His jaw dropped when he got to the part about her retiring from modeling. What? He sat up straight. She had his attention now. He continued on.

My new Dom doled out some rules that I was to abide by, and my very first thought was hell no. But I had agreed to try, and after the night we'd spent together, any denial at that point would have been an obvious lie. It wasn't just my body that loved everything he put me through. My mind did as well. Something began to slowly unravel inside me. I wish I could have easily accepted the changes my heart urged me to make, but years of living alone with only myself to rely on had taken their toll.

What you don't know about me and what I didn't understand either was the time I spent at the local BDSM club had reasoning behind it. I used to spend all of my time and energy focused on work. I was either at a shoot, training for a shoot, studying for a shoot or resting in preparation of a shoot. Most of the time that narrow focus worked great. Although, every couple of months I would grow irritable and restless. It's as if my mind had an autopilot mechanism that said enough is enough. I was so frustrated with myself I didn't know what to do, so off I'd go to the club to allow some stranger to beat it out of me with his flogger.

This cycle worked for me, or so I thought.

Now I know better.

For now, I leave you with this thought, and next post I will continue the story of how I became a submissive.

So many of us come from less than perfect backgrounds. Some with love and some without. One thing I've learned over the years that has now become perfectly clear—We do not have to be defined by our past. Who we are comes from what we choose to do now in the present. I've chosen to be honest.

Daegan stared at the words, hardly able to absorb them. Did his little sub really just admit to the whole world, or anyone who potentially read her blog, the mistakes of her past and present?

He got up and strode to the window, searching for her car. When he spied the dark blue vehicle in its regular spot—hope soared. His Jennifer was still in the building, and he had an idea where he might find her. Blood tinged with excitement surged through his veins as he took the stairs two at a time to get to her.

Daegan opened the door to his apartment and prayed he was right. He practically ran to the spare bedroom, only slowing his steps moments before he walked through the door.

Sure enough, his beautiful sub had cuffed herself to his bed once again. This time though, they were going to do things right. Everything he'd thought he didn't need came to him wrapped in the perfect Jennifer package. Challenges and all.

"Jennifer."

"Yes, Sir?"

He lowered his voice, “Take off the cuff and come here. Now."

She slowly turned to do as he asked with a shaky hand. Once freed, she hesitated as if reluctant, before she got up from the bed and stood before him. “I'm sorry. I only thought—"

"I know what you thought.” He admired her lovely body. Under his perusal, her eyes went dark, and he imagined the wetness growing between her thighs.

He wanted her so badly he ached. Only the memory of her defiance and denial kept him thinking logically. Daegan grappled for control, cupped her chin, and lifted her face. “I think you do too much thinking. In fact, I've been far too lenient with you to this point."

She wisely kept her mouth shut, only bringing her tongue out briefly to lick her lips. He enjoyed that small show of nerves. Keeping her off-balance would be his new favorite goal.

"Are you really ready to commit to our arrangement this time?"

She bowed her head, her beautiful hair obscuring part of her face. His cock jerked at the submissive move.

"I want nothing more than to put my full trust and faith in you.” She hesitated for only a second. “Master."

"I won't deny I like the sound of that when you say it. But giving over to me isn't just physical. We'll grow together emotionally. This isn't club play."

"I already have,” she whispered. “I don't know where that's headed or if it's something I can even do long-term, but I know I want to try."

Daegan's heart pounded against his ribs. He'd never truly considered another permanent relationship could be in the cards for him. While he and Jennifer still had a hell of a lot of road to cover, he now had hope.

"Afraid, are you?” He released her chin and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, squeezing with a firm grip.

"Nervous,” she mumbled.

"Like I said before, I've been too lenient. Don't expect me to go easy anymore."

She nodded. “I understand, Master."

His body leaped to life every time she called him that. He didn't doubt between the punishment scene at the club and the spanking afterward in the car, something had clicked inside her. They'd both been life-altering moments for him as well. First her sacrifice and then her breakdown. Walking away from that had been the hardest thing he'd ever done.

"Come with me.” Using his hand tight on her neck, he steered her out of the small spare bedroom and into his personal space. He'd guarded her those first nights from some of his more extreme tastes until she grew used to him. Tonight, that hesitation ended.

He flipped a panel of switches, and the room flooded with light. While his eyes attempted to adjust to the sudden change, Jennifer gasped. Obviously, she'd gotten her first eyeful of the Dark Room he'd begun transforming into a personal dungeon space in preparation for his new penthouse.

"This is all yours, Master?"

He turned her into his arms and banded them around her. In the bright spotlights he'd installed, her skin paled to the color of fine porcelain china, from the curve of her shoulders to the slopes of her breasts flattened against his chest. His breath hitched. He wanted to make sure he saw every shade of pink and every mark her body took from him.

"I've had a little time on my hands these past months and making these things kept my frustration at bay.” Some items were simple, such as the St. Andrew's cross attached to the wall and the leather padded spanking bench next to it. Along the edge of the cross he'd attached screw bolts and hung his new collection of floggers and whips. Even the cage in the corner he'd handcrafted after hours when the building stood practically empty.

However, his favorite piece had to be the bed. Its four thick bedposts joined to the wooden frame canopy gave it an old-world feel compared to today's more modern lightweight furniture. Of course, what looked innocent enough was easily transformed with the special fittings he'd installed for slings, mirrors, stocks, and a wide variety of restraint options.

"Before the night is over, every inch of you will be explored, used, and fucked. Now go get on the bed, lie on your back, and spread your legs wide for me, love."

The slight tremble that shook through her brought a smile to his face. To her credit, she did his bidding without hesitation. She looked fucking gorgeous on his bed, turning his masterpiece into a true work of art. It took more than a little restraint on his part not to fall on top of her and fuck like a madman.

"Lift your arms over your head, love."

Again, she complied. He grabbed a pair of leather cuffs and a bottle of lubricant from the cubby at the end of the bed and moved next to her, sliding against the heated smooth skin of her thigh. He ignored the need to take her fast, quickly strapping the cuffs to her wrists before attaching them to the eyebolts at the top of the bed. Needing to ensure he'd made the proper fit, he slid his fingers under her cuffs to check circulation. Satisfied with his work, he turned his attention to the naked sub in his bed. His sub.

Determined to take it slow, he planned to inspect all of her sweet spots. He slid between her legs, bracing himself on his forearms between her thighs. The bare flesh of her pussy already glistened with her arousal, the soft scent filtering through his mind. Reaching out, he spread her labia to get a better look. Her clit looked puffy, partially protruding from the hood that covered it. He brushed a finger across the tiny bundle of nerves and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.

Desire coiled tight in his belly at the amazing picture she presented. He needed to do something quick before he went mad and thrust into her like an animal. What could he say? She had that kind of effect on his control.

Daegan leaned forward and blew air across her wet flesh. Her tremble started low and traveled up her body, followed by the red flush of her skin. Damn, but that was hot. He swiped his tongue along her folds, up one side and down the other, allowing the taste of her to sink into his head. When her legs jerked, he grabbed her thighs and held them down. He wanted to take his time and imprint this moment on his memory forever. Her, here, in his bed for the first time. He circled her clit, being careful not to touch it quite yet. Didn't want her going off too soon. He licked and coaxed and scraped with his teeth until he was rewarded with a fully revealed swollen kernel of flesh begging for his attention.

Her breathing grew erratic, peppered with small and longer drawn-out moans that went straight to his head. She arched her hips, and he lifted his head. “Be still or I'll stop,” he warned.

She whimpered before relaxing into the mattress. “Good girl,” he cooed. “No matter what you do, there won't be an orgasm until I say so. If you don't behave, there's a good chance you won't get one. Am I clear?"

She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. “Yes, Sir,” she finally answered breathlessly.

"I haven't had dinner yet, and I'm starved.” He bent again to her cunt and lapped hungrily at the wet flesh. He had every intention of bringing her to the edge over and over again until she melted in front of him in a helpless beg.

He spied her pulling on his restraints and took that opportunity to suck her clit between his lips, worrying it with his teeth. She tossed her head and cried out but somehow managed to do as he'd asked and remain still. Time to up the stakes.

He plunged two fingers inside her, brushing against all the nerve endings guaranteed to light her up like a Christmas tree. Her muscles flexed and clenched on his fingers, and he nearly lost his own mind at the sensation. He wanted to feel that around his dick.

Damn...

Her skin heated and flushed a deep red, her labia swelled, and her clit turned hard. She couldn't fight it much longer without losing it. He felt her clamp down in a feeble attempt to stop the rising orgasm. He opted to give her a brief respite and pulled away from the delicious pussy he couldn't get enough of. He stood at the edge of the bed and watched her regain control. A sheen of perspiration covered her lovely skin, and the telltale twitching of muscles in her thighs gave her struggle away.

He wasn't done challenging her. He bit back the smile of satisfaction creeping through him. With his gaze locked to her flushed face, he slapped the pad of her pussy, ensuring the force of his swat reverberated through her clit.

Jennifer cried out, thrashed against her restraints. He repeated the process, each time watching her reaction to the pain that turned to pleasure. Her eyes dilated, the sounds coming from her mouth guttural, while the sensations overwhelmed her. She was quickly tumbling into subspace.

Daegan halted the blows and ignored the whimpers of her protest. He once again slid two fingers inside her, noticing the marked increase in moisture. She'd obviously enjoyed the pussy spanking. So had he. He added another finger and stretched her wide with ease. “Remember what I said about remaining still?"

She slowly nodded her head. She was floating but still aware. He added a generous amount of liquid to his hand and worked it in gently with each inward push.

"That's about to become very important. Take a few deep breaths and relax for me.” She followed his instructions, and he felt the muscles clamping his fingers loosen. “That's right, keep breathing.” Inside her he made slow circles with his hand, applying gentle pressure outward, opening her before he slipped a fourth finger inside along the other three.