Sybil Disobedience (7 page)

“This isn’t the thing Ethan suggested,” Kellon clarified as he twisted the base to set it to buzzing. “But I’ll get you so worked up, I think you’ll appreciate something in your cunt.” Holding her gaze, he pushed the vibrator against her pussy, spreading her outer lips then drawing the curved tip back and forth over her clit. “Besides, I want you nice and open for what I have planned—and for me.”

Her brows drew together. He was large, but she’d never had trouble taking him. She shuddered as he tapped the end to her sensitive nub. Sensation cut through her, strands of pleasure sizzling into her womb. She let her eyes close as she sank into the sensations.

“Uh-uh. Open up, Sybil mine. I want you to watch me.”

Reluctantly, she tugged open her lids and focused on him. He shoved the thick dildo into her grasping passage.

“Oh!” she cried out at the shocking intrusion. Her body struggled to accept the length, but he didn’t wait for her as he moved it in shallow jerks. Ragged gasps sputtered from her. She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted into the thrusts.

“Lie still,” he ordered.

“Master, please,” she begged, but he splayed his free hand on her belly and pushed her onto the surface.

“Stay. Still,” he grated. He left the device buzzing inside her and returned to the end of the bed. Reaching beneath the mattress, he pulled out leather shackles. He pulled one of her legs to him and wrapped the restraint around one of her ankles. To her surprise, he grabbed the remaining ankle and shackled it far enough from the first that her legs were spread eagle and her body was stretched across the bed with little give for her movement.

At his mercy
, she thought again. An eruption of nerves fluttered in her stomach. He could do anything to her, and she wouldn’t be able to escape it. Even his smile scared her a little as he watched her. He fucked her with the dildo a few more times before leaving it lodged deep inside her.

“Nervous?” he asked as he walked around to his bag once more.

“A little,” she admitted.

“Good.” He pulled a ball gag and a red cloth from the bag and set them on the comforter. Finally, he removed a flat silver case from the duffle. He knocked the empty bag to the floor and placed the metal-walled container on the bed. Her eyes went wide when she realized it was a smallish briefcase. He unlatched it, and—

“No,” she cried at the sight of the device and glass tubes inside it.

“Sybil,” he chastised. “You know I’d never harm you. You
do
know that?” he prompted when she didn’t answer. Grasping her chin, he turned her to look at him. “You do know that?”

“That’s a violet wand.”

He shook her. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you know I won’t harm you.”

She blinked. Well… “Y-y-yes, Sir,” she stammered when he scowled. Knowing he wouldn’t harm her didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell.

She’d heard about violet wands, but hadn’t experienced one. She’d seen subs scream when they were touched by one of these things. It was electricity for fuck’s sake!

He’d been planning
this
?

“Please, no,” she begged.

“Perhaps you need to think on this a bit,” he said, and she decided he’d turned evil in her absence. And it was her fault.

“Kellon, I—”

Her words were cut off as he pressed the gag into her mouth. Agilely, he fastened it behind her head before she could push it free. She screamed in frustration, not caring what punishment it would bring. Angrily, she yanked at the restraints holding her hands.

Ignoring her fit, he patted her leg. “Good girl. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He bumped up the speed on the vibrator then walked from the room.

* * * *

The violet wand was just what the doctor ordered, Kellon thought as he ran a washcloth beneath warm water. Syb had been too complacent ever since he’d spanked her—well, ever since he’d forced her into the car, actually. He wanted a little fight from her. That would probably come back on a regular basis once they were on sure footing again. Sybil loved to be naughty and just a little disobedient to get his goat. In fact, she spent more time in the corner than any sub he knew.

And she liked it. Since they weren’t a 24/7 couple, he’d indulged her while making it out to be his idea that she be punished. As a Dom, he was careful to always maintain the upper hand—something that could be a challenge with a strong-willed sub like Syb. She’d never bore him; that was for sure.

He stared in the mirror, contemplating the next minutes. Syb was pissed, and he hadn’t given her the chance to scream her safe word. It was for her own good. They’d have to negotiate here since this was something they’d never discussed, and he wasn’t letting her reject this adventure out of hand.

After wringing out the washcloth, he headed back to the bedroom. Sybil was moaning, her hips rocking as much as they could with her restraints. Her eyes were closed. Apparently, she’d decided to go for an orgasm rather than contemplate the wand. He didn’t announce himself before he put the rag on her cheek and rubbed away the smeared makeup.

“You’re not about to come, are you?”

Her eyes opened, and she stared angrily up at him. She verbalized something behind the gag that sounded a whole lot like she’d be swearing at him or calling him a profane name if she could speak clearly.

“I love you too, Sybil mine,” he said.

She blinked up at him, apparently stunned by his announcement.

“You didn’t know that?” he asked, putting aside the rag. “Keep that in mind as we proceed. Now, I’m going to put this red cloth in your hand. If the scene gets to be too much, toss it away—don’t you dare do it before we start, or your punishment won’t be anything you’ll like. Nod if you understand.”

He watched her throat move as she swallowed then she jerked her head once in assent. Satisfied that she was with him, he closed her fingers around the square of red silk then prepped the wand while she watched. The case held six attachments. From them, he selected the rake-shaped tube that would send streaks of sensation along her skin.

She whimpered as he turned it on and the inside of the glass tubing began to glow purple.

He was going to electrocute her and she was supposed to be okay with it? Nu-uh. She wasn’t. Even as strange tension twisted in her belly, she pulled at the wrist cuffs and tried to get at least one hand free.

“Be still,” Kellon commanded. His tone caught her attention and brooked no argument. Holding the wand in one hand, he turned down the intensity of the vibe that still drove her crazy and held her near the edge of release. Wide-eyed, she stared up at the device in his hand.

“We’ll start with your leg,” he announced.

Desperately, she shook her head, begging him not to do this. Ignoring her, he brought the glass rake to the inside of her thigh. She tensed, expecting pain.

It never came. Instead, lines of mild sensation danced against her skin.

Her eyes shot to Kellon’s face. His brow rose as he smirked. Bastard. He’d known how this would feel. There was no pain. In fact, as he drew the wand toward her knee, it seemed as if fingers of bubbles were popping against her flesh. It almost tickled. This wasn’t what she’d heard about this device.

Out of sorts, she raised a finger, flipping him off.

“You really want to go there with me, Sybil mine?”

Yes, she really did.

“Consequences,” he reminded.

Sighing through her nose, she curled the fingers of that hand into a loose fist. Nothing good would come from mouthiness—even the non-verbal sort.

He repeated his movement down her other leg then over the soles of both feet. Her toes curled, and she jerked at the gentle sensation, but the shackles afforded her no movement. She moaned at the torture and tried to bend her foot from it. Chuckling, he brought it over the ball of the foot to spark behind her toes.

“Stay still,” he warned.

Impossible!
she silently protested. Her pussy convulsed around the vibe as she tensed again, and she groaned at the increased sensation. She was shaking, her awareness muzzy, when he started a path back up her legs. Avoiding her sex, he stroked the wand along her hip and belly.

“Perhaps more intensity,” he suggested. When the wand next touched her, she gasped. The electricity seemed to spark over her like a fall of pinpricks, sharp but not quite painful. Perfect. She arched into, fighting her restraints as he stroked the rake-like tubing over her taut nipples.

The energy zinged into her breasts and tugged at the tension already twisting in her core. Her moans merged with one another as she sank into the pleasure. Why had she doubted him? Aside from a single sticking point, hadn’t he always known what was best for her?

A flood of moisture slicked the vibe, pushing it from her as she reacted to the arousing strands of heat sizzling through her. Her blood seemed afire with her need. It made here feel a little selfish that she just wanted more…and more…and
more
! Of course, Kellon liked providing, so she didn’t feel too bad.

Still, when the fuzzy, electrical sensation suddenly departed, she grumbled behind the gag. Through slitted eyes, she watched him change the attachment on the device, slipping in a tube that looked a bit like a glass dildo.

Her breathing increased as she imagined what he’d do with it. Whatever he did, she wouldn’t fight it; she’d show him what a good sub she could be. There’d been too much rebellion lately, and it shamed her. Everything in her wanted to please him.

He touched the tip to the peak of her areola, and against her will, she jumped at the increased intensity of the energy coursing down the shaft. Her muffled screech echoed in her head, and her eyes rolled back as she drew her shoulders together and pushed her chest into it. The jolt had intensified, but the pain wasn’t more than she could bear—it wasn’t more than she
wanted
to bear.

Her breathing grew choppy as he ran the wand over her, paying special attention to her most sensitive places. Her nipples were rigid peaks as he circled them, but he didn’t linger long. He touched the hollow of her neck, causing her to shake. When he moved to the insides of her elbows, she yelled behind the gag, fighting her restraints as her body went wild. Her pussy clenched against the emptiness, needing to be filled.

He adjusted the intensity again as he zapped the inside of her wrists, the sensation like being snapped by a rubber band at close range, normally a sensation she wouldn’t like, but he’d pushed her so far that each touch had her moaning mindlessly. Her response grew delirious and urgent as he worked his way to her cunt.

Reaching down he unfastened her shackles with his free hand then he unfastened and yanked off the gag. “Let me hear you,” he demanded.

The wand touched her clit and she screamed, planting her feet on the mattress and jerking her feet into it.

“That’s right, baby. You like that, don’t you?” He tapped the sensitive nub. “You were so naughty, but look what you got.”

“Yes, Master,” she cried, not sure it was the right response but not caring about anything but getting more.

“More?”

“Yes!”

Colors flew before her eyes, and she tossed her head back and forth as the tip of the wand breeched her opening. Electricity leapt through her. “Kellon,” she yelled, as she lost all control. Her hips thrust upward, her cream trickling toward her buttocks.

She gasped, wanting more, wanting him to stop, needing more, mindless for relief. When he grasped her hips and drove inside her, she cried out from the complete joy of his length spreading the walls of her convulsing passage. She squeezed him, loving his groan at the feel of her.

She opened her eyes and stared up at him as he wrestled off his shirt, his hips never ceasing their pistoning rhythm. At any other time she might have been amused that he’d barely done more than open his pants in his haste to be in her. Now, she was too consumed with the feel of him finally fucking her.

He dragged one of her legs over his shoulder, lifting and spreading her. He smacked her exposed ass. Shock waves exploded through her, and she clenched around his long cock. A pleased, feral sound rolled up his throat, and he struck the spot again, pulling another moan from her. Her cries echoed through the room, and the sound of their sex turned her on even more as his hips connected with hers in frenzied slaps.

“Sybil, come,” he demanded. Bending forward, he thrust his hand into her hair and covered her mouth with his. His tongue thrust inside, his wild kiss claiming her and capturing her wail as her orgasm whirled through her, destroying every vestige of restraint anchoring her to reality.

She was soaring, flying, free. Her only knowledge was sweet pleasure ringing through her and Kellon’s hard form covering her, filling her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as he buried his face in her neck. Both their bodies heaved as they tried to breathe. There was nowhere else she wanted to be for the rest of her life. Being in Kellon’s embrace would last her forever.

Chapter Six

When they calmed, regaining themselves, neither spoke. Kellon held her tightly until she started to drift off. Emotional fatigue twined with deep relaxation to weigh her down with exhaustion. As her eyes closed and she floated in the space between awake and slumber, she was vaguely aware of Kellon releasing her arms. Automatically, she drew them into herself, but he gently pulled at them one at a time. His hands massaged her body as she lost the battle with consciousness and let darkness take her.

Hours later, panic filled her as she woke with arms around her and a solid, rock-hard body pressed to her back.

“Shh,” Kellon murmured, kissing her neck. She immediately relaxed, partway afraid it was a dream, that all of it had been, and mostly not caring as long as she was here with him.

His large hand was splayed on her abdomen and it slipped upward to cup her breast. His long fingers rolled her nipple as she sank into him with a quiet groan. He brushed aside her hair and tenderly kissed the back of her neck. Reaching back, she cupped the back of his head as he breathed her in.