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“Good girl. So you see, the choice is yours, always.” He rose and unzipped his fly. “When that choice is submission, have no doubt that it pleases me greatly.” With avid interest, she watched as he released his rigid cock and held it to her lips. “Suck me,” he ordered with a soft growl.

Eagerly, her lips opened and the smooth head of his cock slipped between them. She slurped greedily, taking him deep as her tongue swirled around the tip, all the while applying considerable suction.

“Damn, baby, your mouth feels so good.”

His fervent moans thrilled her, elated he derived as much pleasure from their play as she did. She tried to take him to the back of her throat, doubting she could due to his size. When her lips bumped against his hand that still gripped the base, it became clear he didn’t think she could either. Her eyes popped open and shifted up to his face.

“We’ll work up to you taking more. This is deep enough.” As he watched her, his expression rife with passion, he began gliding slowly in and out. “For now, open wide for me,” he said gruffly, “I want to fuck that luscious mouth.”

Without hesitation, she tilted her head back as she offered her mouth for the taking. He slid inside with constrained energy, his free hand threading into her hair to hold her steady. Greedily, she took him, enjoying the taste and texture of his cock gliding across the surface of her tongue. With him controlling the depth, going deep without gagging, she relaxed, eyelids fluttering shut as she concentrated on taking all that he gave her. She was soon humming as he unhurriedly possessed her mouth, finding pleasure that she was giving him pleasure too.

Much too soon, he stopped, withdrawing with a shuddering breath. Her whimpers of disappointment filled the room. T shook his head as he tucked himself away. Bending, he slid his hands under her arms and brought her to her feet.

“The fireworks come at the end of the show, darlin’.”

With his arms around her, he pulled her against his chest and claimed her mouth in a voracious kiss. As his tongue plunged inside, reminiscent of his cock’s recent possession, Angie clung to him. The intensity of his kiss didn’t lessen as he opened his lips wide over her own, one minute sucking her tongue into the warm recesses of his mouth, forcefully thrusting forward and delving into hers the next.

Consumed by his kisses, she didn’t realize he had maneuvered her into position for the next part of the scene until he lifted his head. Cold, hard, metal bars pressed against her bare back as he freed her wrists. So desperate to touch him that her hands itched, she ignored all but her freedom, sending her hands immediately upward to dive into his hair and pull him close for more kisses.

Without releasing her mouth, he captured one hand and extended it outward, attaching the manacle still on her wrist, restraining her again with a clank. He repeated the process with the other wrist, leaving her upper body spread eagled and vulnerable to him. His mouth eased up, spreading kisses along her cheek and down her throat. At her breasts, he paused to lick and nibble, teasing her nipples until she was crying out for him to fuck her. He moved on, his lips grazing her belly.

She hoped, no she prayed, he’d continue his downward trek, but as before, unexpectedly, he stopped and stood up, leaving her frustrated.

Without him occupying the space in front of her, for the first time she really noticed where they were. The metal bars at her back were repeated on two other walls, the fourth made of concrete with shackles embedded at various heights. Beyond the bars on the opposite wall were floor to ceiling mirrors reflecting her current predicament: naked, spread wide, exposed and powerless while shackled to the bars of a jail cell.

 

*****

 

Taking a step back to control his desire, T watched as Angie took in her surroundings. He was delighted with her eager response, she was so caught up in her passion that they’d been in the room for nearly twenty minutes and she hadn’t noticed the cell or the bars. He was also mildly amused by the fact that she had to be the most poorly trained submissive he’d ever been with. Ruled by her desire, she didn’t wait, neither deferring to her Dom’s lead, nor asking permission. Case in point, her hands clutching fists full of his hair when he’d released her. Any other Dom would still be spanking her for such willful flaunting of the rules. He didn’t want to be too strict with her, not during their first night at Decadence as a couple and not in the presence of such a passionate response.

His mentor’s words came to him from years ago. “Bad habits are hard to break” and “Start out as you mean to carry on.”

He walked away to clear his mind and to gather a few items that he needed.

“Now it’s payback time.”

“What? Isn’t that what we just did?”

Undiluted laughter burst free from his throat. “The blow job? Sweet newbie, that hardly cost you and if it was meant as repayment, I wouldn’t have stopped until the balance was paid in full.”

Seeing the disgruntled look on her face, he approached. His lips close to her ear, he whispered, “Admit that you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

He waited, watching as her face flushed crimson and her mouth snapped shut.

“Now, now,” he cautioned, stroking his hand down her front. When he reached the lower part of her belly, his fingers paused to stroke lightly. “Are you going to make me prove my claim that taking me in your mouth made you hot and wet?”

His fingers lowered, nearing her slit.

“Your debt is growing by leaps and bounds, subbie, don’t add to it by being stubborn and denying the truth.”

“I did enjoy it,” she blurted out, “but surely not
as
much.”

“Close,” he murmured as his mouth covered hers, invading and conquering with his agile tongue until she was out of breath. “Since you conceded the point, we can continue.” He ignored her little grunt of protest, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Your debt is twofold, first for losing our bet and crying uncle at the twenty-seven minute mark.”

“That was hardly fair, you outweigh me by one hundred pounds.”

“You took the bet, baby, no reneging. The second part of what you owe is punishment for your abysmal manners.”

“Pardon me?”

“Who is the Dom?”

She rolled her eyes with impatience. “Am I not standing naked and cuffed to the steel bars of a jail cell?”

“Angie.” He barked more in surprise at her nerve considering her vulnerability than anything else.

“Sorry. You are the Dom, naturally.”

“And how were you taught to address a Dom?”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

“Sorry, I keep forgetting.” Almost doing so again, she added, “Sir” with a yelp on the end as he tweaked a nipple.

“You have also done as you pleased, not waited to speak, touched without asking and, when I haven’t prevented it, come without permission.”

“Again, this all seems very one sided. Don’t you want me to touch you?”

“That’s not the point, and you’re forgetting your manners, yet again.” Since his hand was on her plump mound, he gave it a swat.

Her “Oo!” came out halfway between a squeal and a moan. She tried again almost immediately. “Don’t you like my touch, Sir?”

“That’s better,” he praised as he stroked her pinkened skin. “It’s not that I don’t want or like your touch, it’s a matter of control, which I want and with our power exchange something you have agreed to give up in your submission to me.”

“I get all that, Sir, but why can’t I touch you?”

“You were relentless in the interrogation room, weren’t you?” he said with an indulgent laugh. “I know if I say ‘it’s because I’m the Dom’ you won’t be satisfied, so I’ll explain, since you’re still new.”

“Obliged, Sir.”

“Was that sarcasm? Do I need to add that to the list?”

“Sorry, Sir.”

She didn’t sound the least bit apologetic, but he went on or they’d be there all night. “Sometimes I’ll want your touch, demand it even, giving you free rein at times, while at others I’ll tell you specifically and in detail what I want. On the other hand, I like tying you up, restraining you and having you vulnerable to me. So you can expect that often. I’ll also enjoy teasing you, more often than not, until you’re mindless with pleasure. That means I’ll want it to last a long time, which is difficult when your hands are all over me.”

She smiled indolently, her lids half-mast with arousal, clearly liking all that he’d said.

“During any of these times, when I restrain you, I’ll do it in a variety of positions and a multitude of ways, with ropes, cuffs, shackles, chains, or clothing that I’ve ripped off your body, because, once again, that’s what I like. How’s that for an explanation?”

“Quite thorough, Sir, but—”

“But what, little bit?”

“But you had me when you said ‘it’s because I’m the Dom’.”

“Yeah?” he replied with a grin, his forefinger gliding back along her slit and testing her wetness. “You like when I take control. It gets you very wet.”

“Yes, Sir.” As she answered, a delightful shiver ran through her.

“Let’s see if you’ll like something else I have in mind as part of your punishment.”

He removed his hands, noting the crestfallen look that crossed her face. “None of that now. Have I done anything in a scene that you haven’t truly enjoyed?”

After giving that a brief moment’s thought, a sparkle of excitement lit up her face and she shook her head.

“Good. Because your repayment includes these.” He held up his hand and let a pair of tweezer type nipple clamps dangle from the connecting chain between his fingers, grinning as he watched her lips part on an indrawn breath. “You like the idea?”

“I’m not sure I’d say I like it, but after seeing so many at the clubs, I have wondered.”

“Well, now you’ll get your chance to judge for yourself, although the first time might be a surprise.” As he spoke, he began to pinch and tease an already hard tip. “Even with beginner’s clamps, sometimes a tolerance has to be gained.”

Bending down, he drew her nipple into his mouth and prepared it, sucking and biting gently. When her breathing was harsh and her chest rose and fell rapidly, he applied the first rubber tipped clamp, rolling the small band that adjusted the pressure toward the jutting peak. He continued until she moaned, easing off the pressure just a touch. Leaning back, he ran a finger over the pink compressed flesh.

“It looks very pretty. How does it feel?”

“Tight,” she managed to squeak.

“Stop holding your breath and breathe through the pain. It will level out the bite.”

She nodded and inhaled deeply.

“Better?” he asked in few moments.

“Yes, thanks for the pointer.”

Amused by the hint of acerbity in her words, he suppressed a chuckle but not his grin. Still he warned, “Watch the tone, little bit. You’re getting the flogger next and you don’t need to give me more ammunition.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“That you can sass me with a clamp on your nipple is impressive. Either that, or I need to tighten it further.” She shook her head in dispute as he bent and caught the remaining tip in his mouth, sucking it into a hard jutting peak. As with the first, he tightened it until her glistening pink flesh was held in a firm pinch. He gave the chain a small tug afterward, watching as a shudder rushed through her body. She was a natural.

Well pleased, he rewarded her with more kisses and a bit of teasing between her drenched nether lips. He reveled in the sweet sounds that came from her throat. When her body was virtually humming with arousal, he eased back, removing his lips and playful fingers.

Almost ready to begin, he quickly performed one more task of preparation. With speed born of experience, he quickly restrained her ankles to the bars, the soft Velcro cuffs holding her legs spread wide. He rose to his feet and took a step back, taking a moment to admire her gorgeous body splayed open and vulnerable. His cock lept with excitement having her completely at his mercy.

Watching as her half lidded eyes followed his movements, he saw when they dipped to his hands as he unfurled a lightweight flogger. She didn’t flinch when he flicked his wrist and sent the tails dancing across her belly with a soft slap. The next hit a little higher, the third falling right below her breasts. Open mouthed, her tongue swept out to wet her dry lips.

Changing his angle, he brought the suede lash upwards, striking along the full lower curves. He did this lightly, knowing the blow would set her up thrust mounds into motion and increase the bite of the clamps. At this she cried out, arching toward the next blow, rather than away.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in approval, concentrating the strokes on both breasts a moment longer, before moving on. With a controlled motion, he moved lower, down passed her hips, skipping over her needy center and focusing on her spread thighs. Striking the tender inner aspect with a measured hand, he skillfully painted her skin a pretty rosy pink. “You’re doing so well, little bit, a few strokes to your ass cheeks will have your debt all paid up.”

“But, Sir—” she began, hesitantly biting her lower lip.

“What?” he murmured as he stepped close, his hand gliding over her heated skin. “Did I miss something perhaps?”

She nodded.

“You want me to whip your pussy, don’t you?” As he posed the question, his finger parted her folds and entered her. “You’re drenched, baby. Does my lash turn you on?”

“God, yes,” she cried out.

He pulled his finger out and with an upstroke, slapped her splayed lips. She yelped. “What is the proper reply to your Dom, Angie?”

“God, yes, Sir?” was her hesitant answer through an obvious fog of arousal. She was close to flying yet again.

He smiled, giving her another light smack. “Yes, Sir, will do, but that’s close enough.”

He stepped to her side, ready to get this done. His cock was pressed so hard against his fly, he was sure to have teeth marks from his zipper. With a precision sidearm throw, he angled the tails in the narrow gap between the bars and her buttocks, for the first time with enough effort to be considered punishment. Her response was a sight to behold, head thrown back, lips parted, heaving breasts sending the nipple chain swaying back and forth, and the arch of her body, her back and pelvis bowing out beautifully as she quivered from head to toe.

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