Chapter 45 What Are the Rules?
What are the rules?
Delaney
He wrapped the leather around each of my wrists before pulling the chain that attached the cuffs together. I had no choice but to follow his lead, not that I wanted to do anything else.
When we reached the center of the room, he positioned me exactly where he wanted me and then kicked my ankles one at a time, forcing me to spread my legs to his desired width. I was confused by his antics until he reached up and grabbed a chain that hung from a metal bar that crossed over another.
When he pulled down on it, the bars lowered and began to separate, making a heavy sound of metal clicking into place. He grabbed the chain that dangled now from my cuffs and raised my arms above my head.
“Feet flat on the floor.” He demanded, securing me to the bar as he spoke.
I stood there, tied to a suspended metal bar, as I was exposed in all directions.
My skin began to heat and my heart raced from the intensity of that thought.
I was in such a vulnerable place physically, he could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.
The only option I had was to trust him. And our safe word of course.
As I thought about how much I trusted this stranger in a mask, the anxiety that overwhelmed me moments ago started to dissolve.
It had only been a short time but there was something that pulled me to him.
Not only physically but emotionally too.
I wanted more of him. I wanted to know who he was beneath the mask he wore, beneath the skin that covered that vulnerable heart of his.
I wanted to know what he hid behind his hard outer shell he created to keep safe from whatever has hurt him.
Most of all I wanted to take that hurt and make it all better.
These emotions blindsided me, flooding my mind and taking over my body.
I had to bottle them up and push them back.
There was no way he wanted more than what we have now, which is a contractual agreement that will end soon.
I have to keep reminding myself of that fact.
I didn’t want to develop feelings for him but it didn’t seem like I had a choice the more we chose to play into this whole situation.
“Is this okay?” Dallas’ booming voice snapped my attention back to him as he gripped my hands and shook at the chains, testing its hold on me. I was grateful for the distraction that pulled me from my spiraling thoughts.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, looking up and following his movements with my eyes.
He stepped back examining his handy work. I could only imagine the smirk he was likely wearing on his face. I was naked, restrained, and completely at his disposal. And suddenly needy as hell.
I tried to keep my eyes away from his, staring at everything but in his direction.
He stepped up close to where I was now tightly bound in place, running his tattooed finger across my lips, then down my chin to begin tracing small circles on the delicate skin between my breasts. Chills ran down my spine, igniting every fuse in my body at once with just one touch of his finger.
My eyes rolled back as he took my nipple in between his thumb and his finger, giving it a firm pinch. Not hard enough to inflict pain but enough to make me drip between my legs with desire.
My whole body was buzzing under his touch. He leaned into me, pressing his erection into my hip as he whispered:
“I’m going to show this greedy little cunt who owns it, but first I’m going to make you beg for it.” His hand covered my mound as he squeezed tauntingly, his tone matching his threat.
I threw my head back in anticipation of more from that hand and those fingers, but instead he yanked his hand back and stepped away from me. I watched as he walked in the direction of the closet on the other side of the room, the very same closet that I was caught red-handed snooping around inside.
He disappeared from sight but I could hear the drawers opening and closing and then the sound of a vibrator being switched on then immediately switched off. As the seconds ticked by I felt my heart start to race. my need was becoming even more unbearable.
When did I become so horny?
Dallas emerged from the closet and walked proudly holding a handful of different toys. I instinctively clenched my knees together as my eyes searched the items he selected to use on me.
He stopped, pausing to lay out each item on a bench nearby, my body tensing as my imagination took over what was coming.
Observing him setting up our scene just how he wanted it, his movements so calm and so precise.
It was like watching an artist lay out his materials before creating a masterpiece.
And I would gladly be his canvas.
He turned towards me, catching my gaze fixed on him as he picked an item up from the bench.
It had a thick handle on one end and a bunch of red leather tails hanging loosely on the other.
He walked slowly as he circled me, the way a predator would hone in on his prey for several minutes as he slapped his hand with what I could now recognize as a flogger.
Each time the leather hit his hand I jumped, clenching my thighs instinctively.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he slapped that thing across my skin.
It wasn’t the uncertainty that was driving me crazy, it was the silent calculated movements that had my anxiety lit. He was teasing me and it was thrilling.
I closed my eyes trying to quiet my throbbing desire that was louder than the music I had forgotten was even playing in the background.
As he made his way around me one more time, he stopped behind me and suddenly the sting of the leather sent a rush through my entire body as the sound of my bare ass being struck by the flogger bounced loudly off of the walls.
I moaned at the relief that the sting somehow momentarily soothed my growing need to be touched.
Before any time had passed for me to regain composure another slap echoed in the room, this time the leather bouncing off of my thigh. The moan that escaped me was deeper. My cheeks flushed at my own reaction.
“Fuck! Your body is incredible,” he said into my ear from where he stood behind me.
“But, something about your porcelain skin glowing from my marks… makes me fucking feral.” He said the last part slowly, gritting his teeth in between each word.
Another slap of the leather hit my skin. I bit my lip hard trying not to scream out.
He continued to circle me. Sliding the flogger tails along my skin as he did.
He made his way back to the bench, placing the flogger down and picking something up. The lighting was so dim it was hard to see what it was until he was closer. When he approached me I could see exactly what he had in his hand, the vibrator.
He raised it to my chest and switched it on. It immediately jumped to life and vibrated against my skin.
I could feel his eyes watching my reaction. My eyes rolled and my head leaned back as I let the vibrations run through my body, igniting every cell.
His hand lowered, teasing me the closer he got to my center.
He leaned in and rested his chin on my shoulder as the vibrator rested just above my mound.
“Do you remember that night in the pleasure dungeon?”
I swallowed hard, then nodded my head as I recalled the woman who was blind folded with a tie and denied a release. I was instantly soaked just at the thought of the orgasmic scream that escaped her at the end.
“Hmmm. What are the rules?”
I snapped my eyes open searching for the answer he was looking for. There were many rules but I wasn’t sure which rule he was referring to.
A menacing chuckle escaped from under his mask when I hesitated to answer.
“Unless your mouth is occupied by my cock or otherwise, your words are necessary.” He said calmly as he lowered the vibrator. I pulsed as he placed the toy directly on top of my clit.
“Yes.” I hissed, surprising myself at the tone I used to respond.
“Yes, what?” He taunted, forcing me to respond under the intensity of what he was doing to me.
I moaned loudly, managing to get out a, “yes, Daddy,” in between.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, then pressed a switch on the vibrator making it move even faster.
My body, already sensitive and on the verge of its own explosion of ecstasy, began to tense.
A sound I didn’t recognize came barreling out of me just before the inevitable could happen, I was seconds away from experiencing something incredible.
Heat started in my toes making its way to my core when suddenly the vibrations stopped and my build up came tumbling down instantly.
A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. My eyes snapped open looking to Dallas for answers. He said nothing, instead he just walked away.