Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
“Last chance to have me cuff you. Evey time you don’t do as you’re told, I’ll start the timer over. You won’t be offered this favor again.”
Being cuffed is a favor?
This side of her Dominant terrified her.
“Time’s up.”
Her mouth dried.
Damien placed his hands on her shoulders and backed her up against a wall. “Hands behind you.”
As slowly as she could, she moved into position.
Not that stalling would help.
Her punishment wouldn’t start until he decided it did.
And they had all night.
“Spread your legs as wide as you possibly can and bend your knees.”
What the hell are you thinking?
“I love having you helpless, at my mercy.”
“That makes one of us.”
“We can add the gag to the punishment, if you want.”
Determinedly, she pressed her lips together and shook her head.
“Good choice.”
She bit back an instant, smart-ass retort.
“Keep in mind, ten minutes. You’ll endure every second.”
Do your worst.Thank God she was smart enough not to utter the words aloud.
“Open your mouth.”
Hesitantly, she did.
“Get them wet.”
Damien stuffed two fingers in her mouth, deep. Fighting back her gag reflex, she sucked and licked in a frantic attempt to placate him.
“What are you not going to do?” he asked when he was finally satisfied and had removed his fingers.
“Move my hands from behind me.”
“What happens if you do?”
His questions were logical, a perfect way to be sure she couldn’t later pretend she’d misheard or misunderstood his instructions. Even as she acknowledged his technique, she hated that he was using it on her. “The timer starts over.” On whatever diabolical teaching method he’d concocted.
“And why are you being chastised?”
Fucking get it over with already. “For trying to steal an orgasm.”
“So what’s the best kind of learning tool I could use here?”
Color drained from her face.
Denial. “You wouldn’t.”
He grinned. “Keep your knees bent. You’re going to be wide, wide open to me. Everything you have to offer is mine. And I will take it.”
The possessiveness in his words rocked her.
“Now…” He lowered himself to his knees. “Shall we begin?”
He’d already spent an impossible amount of time tormenting her emotionally. God, what a mindfuck. The man truly was a master.
“Waiting for an answer.”
“Yes, Damien. I’m ready.” To get whatever the hell is going on here over with.
“Very well.” He instructed his whole-house computer to set a timer for ten minutes.
Shocking her, he lowered himself to his knees.
Then he parted her labia and pulled back the hood of her clitoris.
She jerked.
“That was only a couple of seconds, Catrina. You’ll do well to remember how you’re supposed to behave.”
Heaven save me.
Leaning forward, he licked between her feminine folds.
“Oh!” The gnawing sensation that had been eating at her since they were in the dungeon plowed into her, a hundred times stronger than anything she’d ever experienced.
He licked and sucked, eating her, bringing her close to the edge only to immediately back off, ratcheting her desire skyward.
On and on he went, inserting a finger inside her to find her G-spot while he relentlessly teased her ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Damien!”
“Hmm?”
“I can’t…”
“Can’t?”
“Do this for ten minutes.” I’ll spiral out of control.
This time, he didn’t respond.
Instead, he worked his free hand behind her rear in order to bring her pelvis a little farther forward.
Gradually, he inserted a second finger. Using both, he fucked her hard, driving her mad.
Everything in her tightened in anticipation of the orgasm that was going to rip through her when…
He stopped.
Completely, pulling out his fingers, easing back his head, leaving her shaking.
While she recovered, he stood and dropped a kiss on her mouth.
She tasted herself on him, and the scent of musk in the air screamed intimacy like she’d never known before.
“You’ve got another eight minutes to go.”
Eight more minutes?
Meaning he wasn’t finished yet? “I’ve learned my lesson, Damien.” No trying stealing orgasms. At least for the two weeks. Unless I’m alone.
“Maybe so.” He shrugged. “But I’m enjoying this.”
She’d never had a man tell her he enjoyed eating pussy. Her former fiancé had done it on a fairly regular basis, but she’d suspected he’d done it because he felt it was a requirement.
His cock jutting proudly in front of him, Damien crossed to the bedroom, only to return with a set of clamps draped over his palm.
Having her pussy tormented was bad enough. Adding nipple stimulation would make the intensity ten times worse.
Giving thanks for each moment that ticked by without him touching her, she watched him lower the bars to loosen the tension on the clamps.
But when he placed the first, desire arced straight to her pussy.
“Did you like that, Catrina?”
“You know I did.”
“That’s the only reason to do anything to you. Because it turns you on.”
When her second nipple was pressed between the vinyl protectors, he tugged on the chain, and it took all her self-control to remain in place.
“Well done. I’d hate to reset the timer.”
Why did he get to tell lies when she didn’t?
Again, he knelt. “Where was I?” He parted her labia.
And then, awfully, he captured the chain for her clamps.
“Oh!” The bite of pain was nearly enough to push her over the edge by itself.
She should have known that his short respite was more calculated than anything.
“Remember your position.”
He licked her, dampened a finger, then slid back inside her.
Within seconds, he was fucking her with his hand as he ate her pussy and tugged on the clamps, using enough force to distend her nipples but not enough to dislodge the little tormenting device.
Then he looked up at her and used his mouth to wet a finger on his other hand. That could only mean…
In anticipation, she tightened her buttocks, even though she knew that would only make his inevitable penetration more difficult.
Damien continued to eat her until she was delirious, her shoulders slammed back against the wall, and then he worked his large finger inside her tightest hole.
“You are all mine.”
He’d vowed she would be, but she had no idea how much he’d meant his words.
Relentlessly, as time dragged and she teetered on the precipice, he finger-fucked her pussy and ass as he made love to her with his mouth.
And every time she almost tipped over into the abyss, he stopped.
How could she have had no idea how dreadful being edged truly was?
But he wasn’t finished with her.
Lifting his head, her temporary Dominant captured the chain once more, this time with his mouth.
“No… Please.”
He drew back slightly, shooting darts of sensation through her sensitized nipples.
It was almost enough… “Damien!” Over and over she cried his name, begging to be allowed to come.
But he wouldn’t yield.
Desire was a physical hurt.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” Letting go of the chain, he pressed his tongue to her clit again.
Lost in her delirium, she bent her knees and leaned forward, grabbing hold of his head to grind her pussy against him.
Instantly, he stopped his movements and looked up at her with a terrible, terrible grin.
“Tut, tut, Milady. Seems we need to reset the timer.”
Tears of frustration—as well as from his denial—flooded her eyes.
“For our next go-round, you may want to consider asking to be secured.”
She wasn’t sure she could endure another moment.
“You did surprisingly well,” he told her, brushing away a tear, then removing the damnable clamps. “I’ll be right back with you.”
His voice cheerful—and annoying as hell—he canceled the timer.
In the bathroom, water ran. Then, as promised, he returned, with a washcloth, a tie, and a square box.
After placing two of the items on the coffee table, he gently dabbed her face, then the rest of her body that was now covered in goose bumps.
Showing some compassion, he swept her off her feet and carried her to the couch, where he sat with her in his lap. Beneath her, his cock was hard and demanding. So he was suffering, too. Good. She hated to be in this alone.
Without trying to get his needs met, he wrapped her in his arms and held on until her body warmed.
Minutes later, with a sigh, she allowed herself to completely relax.
“That’s better.”
Did that mean her awful punishment was over?
“Are you ready?”
So much for her unspoken wish.
Leaning forward, he picked up the tie and dangled it in front of her. “I can give you this, but it will extend your time to eleven minutes.”
She pushed away from him and looked at him, her mouth open from shock.
The light in his eyes was raw.
When he’d done the demo with Susan, Catrina had thought him to be considerate and gentle.
But he was pushing her to absolute limits, and maybe past them.
“Your choice. Of course, you’re free to refuse.”
An extra sixty seconds so that she remained in place? Since she’d already failed once, she nodded.
After helping her to stand, he used the strip of gray silk to tie her wrists behind her.
But surprising her, instead of positioning her against the wall, he stood, lifted her again and placed her on her back on the leather couch.
Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “What are you up to?”
“Something you’ll enjoy.”
Catrina wasn’t convinced. After what they’d already shared, she was certain his plan was not in her favor.
She studied him as he picked up the box and lifted the lid.
“Damien…”
He pulled out a U-shaped vibrator.
Instinctively, she pressed her legs together. “No. No.”
After removing a small, packaged wipe from a pocket, he cleaned the toy.
“Have you used one of these?”
Since the cost was prohibitive, she had yet to splurge, though she’d looked at them online and had one on a wish list. If the reviews were to be believed, this little thing offered the ultimate pleasure, though it was designed to be used with a partner. “No.”
“You’ll like it.”
That was what she was most afraid of.
“This version comes with a remote control.” He pressed a button several times, running through the vibe’s settings, from an occasional pulse, to holy-mother-of-God speed.
Hardly daring to breathe, she prayed he didn’t select that one.
No way was she going to survive the next eleven minutes.
After turning off the device, he teased her again to ensure she was wet, then he tucked the flat end inside her, against her G-spot.
Could the world please open up and swallow her whole?
Then he bent the silicone into place so that the fat head rested on her clit.
When he turned it on, it shook for a fraction of a second.
Maybe, just maybe, she had a chance of holding on. On that setting, the thing could prove more annoying than exciting.
“Are you ready?”
“The clock isn’t already running?” she demanded miserably.
A moment later, he started the timer.
Damien stood over her, and she couldn’t look away from his glorious cock.
For what had to be five minutes, as she grew more and more restless, he stood there, slowly stroking himself.
She admired his control.
Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and he swiped it off, and transferred it to her lips.
Grateful for any distraction, she licked away the saltiness. “Yes…”
“That was fucking sexy, Catrina.”
She never remembered being excited to taste a man before. But with him, she couldn’t get enough.
Would he continue, ejaculating in her mouth, or on her?
She’d never experienced that, either. The idea, though, made her ravenous.
Still pleasuring himself, he leaned over to tweak one of her nipples, making her jerk. Maybe because he’d clamped her earlier, she was more sensitive than usual.
“You liked that.”
It wasn’t a question. He knew.
“And this…” He bent to suck the same one into his mouth.
Whimpering, she lifted her hips.
Too soon, he pulled away. “No.” Good thing her hands were behind her. She would have grabbed hold again, wanting more.
Leaving that nipple beaded and wet, he moved to the other, driving her mad.
“How much time do I have left?”
“No idea.”
Everything he did seemed calculated to drive her out of her mind.
“Are you desperate to come yet, Catrina?”
Yes.“Please.”
“That’s good. Hang on just a little longer.”
Afraid he’d say that, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Reassuringly, he smoothed strands of hair back from her face. “I know you can do it.”
Catrina wished she had half as much faith.
“Shall we mix things up?”
Mouth parted, nerves slamming into her, she met his gaze. Right now, this was maddening, but not awful. “Uh…” How should she respond? What would a trained sub say? “This is working fine, Sir.”
“Is it?” He pushed the thick part of the vibe harder against her clit.
She gasped.
“The little pulse won’t make you come, will it?”
Until now, it had been more annoying than anything.
Now…
“This… It’s torture.”
“Not yet, it’s not.”
His brand of torment had been going on forever, a punishment that didn’t fit her crime. Her orgasm had lasted thirty seconds, maybe a minute at the most. And if he weren’t as skilled, she wouldn’t have come at all. Essentially, this was all his fault.
This time, she was smart enough to keep her thoughts to herself.
“Let’s see how you react to other settings.”
“As I said, this is fine. Honestly.” Then, hoping to convince him, she added, “I mean, this is just right, Sir.”
“You’re exquisite, Catrina. Utterly exquisite.” He smiled in a way that did nothing to reassure her. “And clever. Fortunately for you, I have plenty of experience with subs who are trying to appeal to my kinder nature.”
“Let me guess, you don’t have one?” Why did I say that?
“When it comes to this? To you? No.”
Another pulse went through her, and she jerked.
“At some point, you may appreciate it.”
I’m not convinced.
He set the device to a low, steady hum that was much more intense.
She wiggled, trying to get away.
“You’ll want to make sure the vibrator stays in place.”
That was the last thing she wanted.
After about twenty seconds, he increased the speed.
“God, no!” Her body instinctively seeking pleasure, she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to have the thing satisfy her. Even as she did so, her rational mind screamed at her to fight off her reaction.
“Much better.”
“In your opinion.”
“A little more difficult to remain in control?”
“Almost impossible,” she admitted.
“That’s what I was hoping for.”
A few seconds later, he turned down the intensity enough for her to exhale.
Then he crouched next to her, inserting a finger inside her drenched pussy to press against the flat part of the toy.
“Since it’s meant for two people, you’d usually be wearing this while we were having sex. So this”—he demonstrated—“would be firmly against your G-spot.”
Desperate for the alarm to signal, she writhed.
“How’s that?”
She was spiraling, no longer capable of speaking.
Continuing the torment, he adjusted the speed to the highest setting.
Twisting her fingers together beneath her, she gulped in air.
No longer able to focus, she gyrated, all-but fucking his finger and the vibrator.
And every time she was a fraction of a second away from satisfaction, he’d change what he was doing. “Please.” Over and over, she pleaded with him.
Finally, when she could take no more, the timer rang.
“You did it. Excellent, Milady.”
He turned off the device and removed it from her, leaving her clit pulsing and swollen. Her body shook from cold, and sobs tore from deep inside.
Damien had left her completely humbled, her body weak from unfulfilled desire.
Without her being aware of what was happening, he dried her between her thighs and helped her to sit.
After unknotting the tie, he rubbed her wrists, pausing for a few seconds on a pulse point. Then he encouraged her to roll her shoulders.
Afterward, he sat and pulled her onto his lap and draped a blanket around her. Beneath her buttocks, his cock was stiff.
He’d made her suffer, but maybe he was experiencing some anguish of his own.
At least she hoped so.
Against her ear, his heart pounded a reassuring rhythm, helping her reorient.
“How was it?”
“Awful.”
“That bad?” His tone held no sympathy, and she deserved some.
Because she wasn’t looking at him, she found the courage to say what she meant. “Worse than that.”
But the lesson had been effective. As a Domme herself, she had to respect his technique. No way would she ever attempt to come without his permission again.
“You may want to thank me, Catrina.”
Maybe she’d misheard. Her head was stuffed full of cotton wool, and her brain didn’t seem to be firing correctly yet. “Thank you?”
“For my attention.”
His expectations were high if he expected gratitude for what he’d forced her to endure.
Complete lethargy claimed her, but she lifted her head as much as she was able, trying to see if he was serious.
His jaw was set in an uncompromising line.
He meant it.
“I could have required a fifteen-minute session. Maybe twenty.”
She tried to escape, but he tightened his grip, imprisoning her.
“Another demonstration, perhaps?”
Frantically she shook her head. “Thank you, Damien,” she managed. “You were quite thorough.” That much was true, even if she didn’t appreciate his efforts.
“You’re very welcome.”
Against the humor in his voice, she ground her back teeth together.
“Now that you’re almost warmed up, would you like to know what’s next?”
Next?