Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Mitch
Thankfully, one of the nooks along the far wall of the Dungeon was open, with hanging chains and cuffs, providing all sorts of fun possibilities once he got Domi restrained.
Leading her over to the nook, he dropped his play bag on the bench beside it and smiled down at her.
She looked back at him, bemused since he was escorting her like they were on their way to the theater or something.
“What kind of scene would you like to have?” he asked. Domi raised her eyebrows. Usually, he took the lead, but tonight, he wanted to make sure she got what she needed, but she didn’t seem to understand why he was asking. “Is there anything special you need after yesterday?”
Comprehension flashed in her eyes.
“Stress release.” She made a face. “I know I shouldn’t feel guilty about Ana being hurt, it was an accident, but…”
Domi was the type to take the blame for things outside her control.
Must make being a single mom difficult. He wondered who took care of Ana when Domi was at Stronghold…
Not his business, though he hoped they’d be able to talk about their actual lives soon.
Maybe when he took her out on their first date.
This wasn’t the time to ask. She needed time and space to be herself and have her own needs met. Stronghold was a place to escape reality for a little bit, not sit and talk about it.
“You were not at fault,” he said firmly, reaching up to grip her hair and pull her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
Her lips tightened, her expression turning mulish, and he knew she wanted to argue with him.
“Accidents happen all the time, especially to kids. I see the aftermath of it all the time at work. It means the kid is actually living their life, which is a good thing. So, I’m not going to punish you for Ana getting hurt.
I am going to punish you for blaming yourself. ”
Domi’s eyes widened, and Mitch grinned, leaning down to plant a firm kiss on her lips.
Was it just him, or did it feel different this time? Her lips hadn’t changed—they weren’t any softer, she tasted exactly the same—but somehow, it felt like there was more to it, as though he felt more.
Sweeter. More intimate. More meaningful.
It was their first kiss after he’d told her he wanted her—the first kiss after he’d admitted his feelings for her. He hadn’t expected anything would really change, but it had, even if he couldn’t describe it.
When they broke apart, he couldn’t tell if she felt the same way. He hoped so.
“Alright, Domi Darling.” Reaching up, he tugged a curl, then trailed his finger down her shoulder to the center of her breasts, giving them a quick tap. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Domi
Something had changed between them. Scenes with Mitch had always been satisfying, always hot, but now it felt like something more. There was tension between them, in a good way, that hadn’t been there before.
His hands felt the same as he smoothed out the lines the corset had left on her skin, but his gaze was more intense. More intent.
Though she kind of wanted to kick him for why he was going to punish her. They both knew this wasn’t going to be a real punishment scene, but it still meant something.
Being punished for blaming herself. Argh.
He has a point.
Not that she would have long to dwell on it.
Tugging the hanging chains into position, Mitch secured Domi’s wrists in the leather cuffs on the end, then pulled her arms over her head.
She was naked from the waist up, arms stretched upward, and already feeling squirmy.
Being restrained, knowing she couldn’t go anywhere, allowed her to relax in her bonds.
Like yesterday, she was trusting Mitch to take over, but instead of trusting him to handle all the hospital stuff, she was waiting for him to make her feel good, to pleasure both of them.
After he tortured her a little, of course.
“Very pretty,” Mitch said, giving one of her nipples a little pinch. Domi squeaked in reaction, the tiny bite of pain only a fraction of what she craved. “But I think they could use more decoration.”
Yes, please, and thank you.
Instead of getting right to it, Mitch cupped her small breasts in his hands, leaning down for another kiss as he fondled her.
Domi moaned against his lips, rocking forward and thrusting her chest into his hands.
He dug his fingers into her flesh, trapping her nipples between his thumbs and palms, squeezing them tight enough, she whimpered.
The little buds throbbed in his grip, craving more.
The increasing discomfort made her squirm even more, her pussy creaming in anticipation.
Pulling away from hers, he bent down to kiss the budded tips.
Long fingers plucked and twisted one nipple while his teeth and lips pulled at the other.
The sensation shot straight through to her core, leaving her writhing against him.
She pressed her thighs together as her pussy pulsed needily, hungry for stimulation.
Mitch switched breasts, going back and forth between them until she was whimpering from the need growing inside her.
“Master Mitch, please,” she begged—she knew he liked it when she begged. “I need more.”
With a chuckle and one last little nip that made her gasp, Mitch straightened and went over to where he’d left his bag. Her body hummed with anticipation of whatever toy he was looking for.
Mitch
Damn, he wanted Domi bad. After playing together for so long, they knew just what the other liked, and he knew she was pushing him a little by begging.
She wasn’t trying to top from the bottom exactly, but she knew he would give her more of what she wanted if she begged.
Was it his fault she sounded so nice when she was whimpering and pleading?
Picking up a nasty pair of clover clamps and an adjustable spreader bar with ankle cuffs, Mitch returned to his beauty-in-distress. Her dark eyes lit up when she saw what he was holding.
Such a sweet little pain slut. His cock twitched, throbbing against the inside of his leathers.
Unfortunately, it was going to have to wait. One thing about kink—there tended to be a long build of anticipation, but the payoff was always worth it.
Cupping her breast in his hand, Mitch looked into Domi’s eyes as he closed the silver clamp on her tightly budded nipple.
“Take a deep breath,” he instructed her. The look she gave him made him chuckle. By this time, she knew what to do.
Not breaking eye contact as the pain hit her, he watched her pupils dilate in response to the clamp’s harsh pinch.
Just as quickly, he closed the second clamp over her other nipple and let the chain hanging between them drop.
Domi keened a high-pitched moan that left her panting as she adjusted to the pain.
Mitch watched every nuance of her expression, every shudder of her body, his own arousal climbing as he watched her take the pain for him and turn it into her own personal pleasure.
If he dipped his fingers between her legs, he knew he’d find her soaking wet, but she’d like that, so instead, he teased her even more by dropping to his knees in front of her and attaching the cuffs of the bar to her ankles.
Then he pushed them apart, and Domi sighed.
She’d been pushing her legs together, trying to get a little stimulation.
Looking up from his position, he enjoyed the view of her slick pussy and the silver gleaming around her crushed dark red nipples.
He reached up and gave the chain a little yank, making Domi squeal.
Clover clamps were fun because they tightened every time they were pulled on.
They also couldn’t be left on for too long for the same reason, so he’d better get on with it.
“Was it your fault Ana got hurt?” Mitch asked, getting to his feet.
Domi hesitated, and he tugged on the chain again, hard enough to make her yelp.
“No!”
“Tell me.”
“It wasn’t my fault, Master Mitch.” She said the words, but her tone was more questioning, as if she wanted confirmation from him.
“That’s right, it wasn’t your fault.” He ran his fingers over the tip of her nipple extruding from the clamp. Domi shuddered, sucking in a little breath at the sensation. “Now say it like you mean it.”
“It wasn’t my fault.” That was more like it.
“Good girl.” He ran his finger over her other nipple and leaned down to brush his lips over hers. “I’ll go get the strap.”
Domi
Some people might think a leather strap was a real punishment, but it was Domi’s favorite implement. Supple with a nice thuddy quality and just enough sting, and he hadn’t said where he was going to use it.
Probably not her back or ass unless he turned her around.
Her breasts? Maybe. Her already tormented nipples seemed to throb harder at the thought.
Thighs? Definitely a possibility.
Her pussy?
Oh, please.
She needed something there—something to help soothe the itch she couldn’t scratch.
Turning back to her, leather strap in hand, Master Mitch gave her that utterly wicked smile of his that did all sorts of crazy things to her insides.
Fear, anticipation, and an erotic heat swept through her body, leaving her tingling and eager.
Her nipples throbbed in their confinement, the blood trying to force its way through to the clamped flesh and becoming trapped.
Fuck, it was starting to really hurt in such a good way.
“Sweet Domi Darling,” Master Mitch said. “Such a good girl.”
She flushed with pleasure, then braced herself when he positioned himself in front of her before swinging the strap.
Thwap.
It slammed against the tops of her thighs, and she cried out, wrists jerking, the sounds joining with the others in Stronghold’s Dungeon. An erotic symphony of accompaniment to her own squeals and screams, lending her voice to the chorus.
Thwap.
Another, across the same spot, and Domi screamed at the sudden rush of delicious pain burning through her, making her pulse race. She moved her hips, pushing them forward as if begging for more, begging him to strap her higher, across more sensitive flesh… and wasn’t she?
A third snap over the same welted area made her scream again, more tension leaking out of her as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Fuck, that hurt! She could hear her pulse pounding in her ears, her nipples throbbing in time with it.
The tortured buds felt as if they were about to burst from the force of her blood trying to push into them.
Letting her head fall back, she gasped for breath, shuddering as heat and need swept over her.
The leather strap came up between her legs, landing squarely on her pussy, and Domi’s entire body jerked in reaction.
Her clit screamed with ecstatic agony, pussy lips swelling from the blow.
Another blow slapped against her pussy with a wet sound, some of her arousal having transferred onto the strap during the first blow.
It was exactly what she needed, the pain balancing out that of her nipples, overwhelming her senses and pushing out any lingering guilt and fear from yesterday.
Her legs were lifted, skirt rolling up to her waist, revealing her lack of underwear.
Master Mitch ducked under the spreader bar, pushing her back against the hard surface of the wall, taking some of her weight while the rest of her hung from her wrist restraints.
Lips came crashing down on hers, swallowing her screams as he lined up his cock with her slick pussy and thrust in hard.
Domi squirmed against him, his chest rubbing against her abused nipples, still imprisoned by the clamps, sending new sparks of pain twisting through her, even as her pussy spasmed with pleasure around his cock.
He felt so good inside her, thrusting and pumping, filling her over and over again while she quivered around him.
She moved against him, arching to help his cock slide home as he fucked her up against the wall.
The hard surface behind her didn’t matter, neither did the twin sparks of fiery pain on her chest when the chain between the clamps bounced.
When he thrust home, grinding his body against her abused pussy and clit, the pain was rapturous.
This was exactly what she had wanted. Needed.
When Mitch lifted his head, she screamed out his name in utter ecstasy, clenching and shuddering around his cock.
Groaning, he pressed himself against her, fully inside her, and she felt him begin to throb.
Writhing against him, the tips of her nipples abraded by his chest hair, her punished pussy crushed against his groin, Domi let the sensations carry her away.
Mitch whispered her name in her ear, emptying himself as they came together until they were both completely spent.