Shackled (2 page)

Chapter 2

Bethany kept her eyes down as a delicious shiver rippled through her body. The words the masked man had just whispered in her ear and the sensation of cold metal encasing her wrists worked together, sparking a delectable arousal within her.

For the first time in what felt like years, her panties became damp with her juices.

He put his hands on her arms as soon as she stepped into the corridor and turned her to the left. Lightly callused and big, Bethany imagined those hands stroking her breasts and she shivered again.

“Take ten paces and then stop.”

She felt him moving behind her as she obeyed him. His voice, husky, strong, and somehow familiar, stoked her arousal.

She’d thought she’d lost the ability to get horny and could almost weep with joy that she hadn’t. Yet that sensation of shivers across her skin and moisture coating her pussy came wrapped in, not exactly a sense of fear, but certainly one of nervous apprehension. She didn’t know what came next, and she always knew what came next.

She counted her paces and stopped at ten. The masked man stepped closer, the front of his body brushing her back. His heat seared her while his scent teased her appetite. Then he reached out and turned the handle of the door on the left that she’d stopped next to.

“Inside, you’ll find two chairs. One is facing the door. That is the one I want you to sit in. Sit down, and keep your gaze on the floor until I tell you to look up.”

Bethany entered the room and dared a quick look around before turning so she could sit in the chair. What she’d seen sent another round of shivers down her back. Chains hung from the ceiling in one corner, and in another, a piece of equipment, shaped in the form of an X, stood waiting. Because she’d done some reading and research, she recognized the St. Andrew’s cross.

It didn’t take any more than that for her imagination to come alive. She wondered about the people who used this room. What would it be like to be stretched out, naked, restrained to that cross?

Her thoughts were yanked back to the present by the sound of the male voice.

“In order for our relationship to get off on the right foot, I’m going to ask you some questions. Look at me, please.”

Bethany looked up into eyes so blue they seemed fathomless. A hint of familiarity tugged at the edge of her awareness. Did that familiarity come from her dreams, from the images that had seduced her as she’d drifted near sleep the night before? She had no way of knowing. She blinked and fought to focus on the moment.

The man in the mask tilted his head as if considering her then let his gaze wander down her body. It did surprise her when her cheeks heated. At her age she would have thought herself beyond blushing.

“Do you know
how
Master Jordan knew the reason you wanted to see him today?”

Bethany wondered if he’d listened in, somehow, to her conversation with Jordan. Strange, but thinking that maybe he had put her a little more at ease. It meant she likely wouldn’t have to repeat the things she’d said to Jordan.
Master
Jordan. If she was going to do this, and, yes, she
was
going to do this, she’d best remember the proper forms of address.

She realized the masked man—
her master
—was waiting for her to answer.

“No. I really don’t know how he knew. I’d only been reading about this, learning about it for the last month. I never told anyone what I was reading, what I was thinking and feeling. I never told a soul about this meeting. His—” She stopped, not sure of her boundaries, not sure what she could and couldn’t, or shouldn’t, say.

“Go on.”

He seemed neither harsh nor accommodating in his manner. Bethany decided, for the moment, that she should just take things as they appeared, without trying to read any deeper meaning into them. “His change in demeanor during our meeting surprised me. One moment, we were chatting like friendly acquaintances—no, like
equals
. And then the next moment, he was…well, he wasn’t my equal anymore. And I…I was comfortable with that.”

He stared at her for a long moment, and while a part of her wanted to drop her gaze to the floor, for some reason she didn’t. Finally, he nodded, as if he’d been thinking about something and made a decision.

“Master Jordan knew what you wanted, Bethany, the same way that I knew. The way I’ve
always
known. That knowledge gave me hope that one day we would find ourselves in this exact situation.”

If he thought that was an answer, then he supposed her a lot smarter than she…his words fully registered.

Her heart thudded heavily in her chest as realization sank in. “You know me.”

“We know each other,” he corrected. Then he smiled, a wicked and wanton smile that excited her and maybe scared her, too, just a little. “But not nearly as well as we’re going to, I can assure you. Stand up, please, Bethany.”

Bethany’s mind scrambled to solve this puzzle, to figure out the identity of the man behind the mask even as she slowly got to her feet. The problem was, she knew so many people from all the charity work she’d done. At this moment, her brain failed her and she simply drew a mental blank.

“Use your fingers to feel the shackles binding your wrists. Each one has a button on it. Push that button, and that cuff will open. Do that now, please, and hand the shackles back to me.”

Bethany found the release buttons easily. The shackles opened and slid off her wrists. She caught them and then handed them to him.

“Very good. Now you know you’ll never be bound without the ability to free yourself, unless, of course, you ask to be.” He paused, letting his eyes roam her body. Bethany flexed her pelvic floor muscles in response to his heated gaze. She didn’t know if she was trying to stop the flow of dew from her pussy or hang on to the arousal his perusal caused. No one had ever looked at her that way, and for certain she’d never felt this way.

“Now I want you to hand me your clothing. One piece at a time, until you are completely naked.”

The request did nothing to stem the flow of her moisture, but her brain tried to interfere. “You…you want me to undress? Here?
Now
?” Her jaw nearly dropped. Coming here today she thought would be just the first step, that she’d have more time to prepare herself mentally for anything more.

“Today, and today only, you will be allowed hesitation, but only if you explain to me the
reason
for your hesitation. Why are you vacillating when
you
were the one who asked for a master? Surely you understood you were giving yourself over to be fucked at the will of whichever man claimed you.”

Bethany felt her cheeks heat again at the same time she felt more moisture drip from her slit.

This was one of the awkward moments she had anticipated. She’d counted on whoever took her on being more enamored of her role than her body. And since the only sexual experiences she’d ever had were all conducted in the dark, she supposed she’d assumed these new ones would be, too. Despite all that, she’d thought ahead how to explain herself. “I’m middle-aged, and I’ve given birth to two children. I look best naked, in the dark.”

“No one, not even you, is allowed to insult my property, Bethany. Glance down and you’ll see my cock is hard. It got that way from my thinking about seeing you naked. Strip.
Now
.”

His words, his anger, shocked her. She did glance down.
Oh, my God
. Had she even known a man could be so well endowed? She didn’t think so. The image flashed of that hard cock entering her, and her slit gushed again.

With fingers that shook, Bethany began to open the buttons of her blouse. She found herself unable to look away from those blue eyes as she unfastened each one in turn. Once the last gave way, he extended his hand. She tugged the pale pink cotton from out of the band of her skirt and handed it to him.

Her nipples peaked beneath the lace of her bra.

“The skirt.”

Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper in back of the light gray linen skirt. After two attempts, she was able to unbutton and unzip it. Opened, the garment slid past her hips. She clutched the waistband and stepped out of it. Again, she handed the garment to him.

“Ah, stockings and garters instead of panty hose. Good girl. Kick off your shoes then give me the hose. You’ll place your foot right here on my chair, between my legs, to unhook the garters. And, Bethany, make sure your toes brush up against my cock as you do so.”

The room seemed colder now than it had. Bethany shivered, a deep internal shiver of sexual excitement. She stepped out of her low-heeled pumps, kicking them aside. Then she took a step closer, placed her left foot on the wooden chair between his legs. Her toes brushed his cock. Even through his pants, she could feel the firmness and the heat of his erection, and that heat began to warm every atom of her being.

He inhaled deeply. “I can smell your arousal. Your cunt is dripping for me, isn’t it?”

His comment made her fingers fumble. In response, he grinned, a sly, slow smile that looked wicked as hell and promised delights Bethany knew she’d never tasted.

No one had ever asked her such a question. She didn’t even consider lying. “Yes. I’ve never been so wet.” The words came out sounding weaker than she’d intended.

“I’m looking forward to drinking your juice, sweet Bethany. Hurry with those stockings.”

Hurry?
Her fingers shook so badly she’d be lucky to unlatch the garters at all. She considered just ripping the hose off. Finally, though, she managed to bare first one, and then the other leg.

“Now the rest.”

Burning with arousal, Bethany peeled off her lingerie. Embarrassment had no place to grow because the heat in this man’s gaze as he looked at her told her he very much liked what he saw.

“Come closer. Two more steps.”

Bethany stepped closer to him, so close she could feel the heat from his body. His gaze swept her, breasts to pussy.

“Spread your legs a bit more.”

“Oh, God
.
”
She hadn’t meant to let that escape, but she’d been unable to keep it in. Arousal spiraled through her. It thrilled her even as she wondered how much more of the exciting buildup she could take.