Chapter 28
Chapter twenty-eight
Barrett
Ididn’t mean to say that, but I can’t deny the truth. It doesn’t feel like a choice even I’m capable of making anymore. Deep inside, I know she’s mine.
Lifting my head, I glance down at her while holding her face in my palms. The look she gives me screams a sassy Yeah, right.
I let it go for now. She can try to walk away from me, but it won’t work.
Campbell is getting close enough to make her feel unsafe and I can’t have that.
What exactly I’m going to do about it right now, I don’t know.
She’s mine, and the thought of locking her away, keeping her away from work, crosses my mind.
Doing that will force her stubborn will to fight against me and I’d have to be prepared to deal with that.
The way she reacts to me, it may not be as difficult as I expect.
But there’s her sister. I’d never force her to abandon her sister.
I’ll need to tell Rafe and Fain about her.
After I’m done making her my pet.
Turning her around, I nudge her out the door, but stay close so that I can see her face when she walks into the room. Sage takes three steps in and quickly backtracks until she’s pushing against my chest.
“What the hell is that?” Her voice shakes.
At the foot of my bed, I attached a stockade. I had it built with her in mind—the vision of her, of the pet I’d craved to have one day—not knowing if I’d ever use it. I have more for her laid out on the bed. “That’s for you.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, pet. You said you trust me.”
“I don’t recall any discussion about torture devices.”
“It’s not a torture device.”
“Looks like torture to me.” Sage pushes her body harder against mine to get away from the bed, but I stand firm.
“You don’t know what torture is. And you have a safe word.
” I nip the shell of her ear, forcing a squeak from her lips.
I slide my hand over her abdomen and up between her breasts, making her relax.
She’s so attuned to my touch. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I speak into her ear, dropping my voice and adding command.
“You’re Daddy’s pet. You’re going to crawl onto the bed and place your neck and wrists in the holes so I can lock you in and do whatever I want to you.
You’re going to do it,” I pause, “for me.”
Her pulse beats hard against my fingers as if trying to push my hand away.
Her lips are parted, but unable to take a full breath as they tremble to keep up the fight.
I know if I slip my other hand between her legs, I’ll find a fresh gush of arousal.
She can try to deny this, call it torture and demand her freedom, but that isn’t at all what she wants.
This is what turns her on. This control is what she craves, and she never knew it.
I slowly release her, dropping my hands entirely to give her the chance to put herself in place.
After three of the shortest breaths I’ve ever seen, Sage shuffles her feet across the room.
I pass her to open the stockade while she crawls onto the bed and over the toys and implements I have laid out on the edge.
Her eyes catch on them for a moment, widening to almost comical proportions.
The aspen beams of the stockade have contrasting grain and knots that are brought out with the finish. The whole thing was built to fit my bed and to attach to the foot board, making the entire frame even more sturdy. I lift the metal latch and hold the upper beam out of the way.
Sage catches my gaze on the other side of it.
“Daddy won’t hurt you.” I add a nod for more encouragement.
She sets her hands in the wrist holes and lowers herself down before letting go of her grip and setting her wrists in place along with her neck. I gather her hair and swipe it to one shoulder so it won’t get trapped and isn’t in her face.
I don’t give her a warning when I lower the upper beam and the metal of the latch echoes in the room. But it’s the snap of the padlock that makes her whimper.
“Shh. It’s okay,” I say while soothing her with a hand on her head. I continue the motion until she relaxes—as much as she can in this position. “That’s it. Good girl.”
My goal is for her to associate this position, this bondage, with pleasure.
I start by running my hand down her spine and over her ass until I reach her entrance.
She’s wet, coating her lower lips so my fingers slide easily through her folds.
The entire evening has been preparing her for this—stripping her in the kitchen, making her kneel to feed her.
Crawling on the floor. The sight of that alone had been enough to make my cock leak.
Watching her find the power in the degradation was heady.
Just as she pushes her hips out now to meet my hand and rock them side to side. Her spine bows with every stroke.
“Let’s make you feel good.” By bringing her to the edge of a forced orgasm. It shouldn’t take much with all the buildup from the shower and the anxiety of seeing the stockade. But I won’t allow her to come, not yet. I need every touch to be overwhelming pleasure.
I splay my fingers through her core to expose her clit and pick up the wand sitting in the line of toys. Starting with the lowest setting, I place it directly over the bundle of nerves. She bucks and moans, a raw throaty sound forcing my grip to turn white-knuckled in an attempt to control myself.
Following her hips with the wand, never losing contact, I watch her entrance contract, grasping at nothing and begging for something.
I should reprimand her for moving so much, but that isn’t what tonight is about.
She isn’t struggling against the bonds. She’s reacting to the intensity of the vibrations.
I want her to be comfortable with me. To trust me explicitly.
No matter how much she bucks her hips, she can’t get away from what I’m going to do to her.
Her thighs quiver and the sweet sounds coming from her throat stop, as does her breathing. This is the edge for her, when she’s lost control of her muscles and puts her entire focus in that explosion of pleasure.
Turning off the wand, I drop it to the mattress directly below her.
Her held breath escapes as cries. “No! Daddy, no. Please.”
No slip of her words this time. Daddy fell off her tongue with ease and my chest expands and my heart beats harder. I set my thumb to her entrance, soaking it in her juices before moving up to press against her exposed rosebud. The touch instantly silences her.
“I have plans that allowing you to come will hinder.” I press a little harder and she makes a squeaking gasp. “Relax, pet. You’ve never had anything back here before, have you?”
“No, Daddy.”
I take a moment to close my eyes and enjoy those words and the sultry tone.
Picking up the bottle of lube sitting next to the line of tails, I coat a finger and squirt a drop onto her hole.
“Breathe, Sage.” I gently push my finger in.
I can feel her working to relax. Her muscles tighten around my finger then forcibly ease, allowing me to push in deeper. “You’re doing so good.”
The praise helps. Her entire body settles a little more.
Working my finger in and out, I add more lube and ready myself to add a second finger.
None of the tails I’ve picked out for her are large.
She’ll take each one, but I guessed that this would be her first experience with anything anal and planned to prepare her accordingly.
Once her breaths carry light moans, I push the second finger in alongside the first. I take my time to work her, scissoring the two fingers inside her before pulling out to the tips and then pushing back in to the knuckle.
“Now, what kind of pet do you want to be?” I don’t have a preference. In fact, I’d love turning her into something new every time we play. It’s the dynamic that means something to me. “How about a bunny?”
I pick up the cotton ball bunny tail and lube up the stainless steel plug.
“This is going to be cold.”
She gasps as I press the steel to her skin and push. It slips inside her easily, settling deep with only the white, puffy tail sticking out.
“That’s adorable.” I run a hand over her ass and pick up the wand. Before turning it on, I pause. “Doing good, pet?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says breathlessly. She moves her hips back and forth, no doubt testing the feel of something in her ass.
I wait until she settles before turning on the wand and bringing her to another quivering mess. But I still don’t allow her to come, allow the release of all the blood and sensations filling her core and making the plug feel good.
Dropping the wand, I pull out the bunny tail and pick up the next. This is an exploration, but my control is withering. It won’t be long and I’ll be in the same throws of desire as Sage, unable to stop myself from possessing her soul.