Chapter 12
Paige
I’m so keyed up it’s hard to stand still. I always loved this part of our time together, the moments before we began the scene in earnest. My heart races when Dane circles me like this, staring at every inch of me. It makes me feel so exposed and vulnerable.
We used to scene like this at the club we belonged to. I wasn’t hung up on nudity or letting people watch. I actually got a bit of a high from the exhibitionism.
I’m not sure I’m that woman any longer. When I arrived at Edge two weeks ago, I felt like a fish out of water. I wasn’t sure I could go through with letting anyone touch me. I had no desire to expose myself. Maybe it was because I was out of practice; maybe it was because whoever I scened with wasn’t going to be Dane.
It doesn’t matter. Now, I’m all Dane’s. I will submit to him in whatever way he requires because I know he will give me the pain I crave, followed by the pleasure I will beg him for.
“Shoulders back, Paige,” he orders. “You know I like it when you thrust your tits forward.”
My breath hitches as he becomes the Dom I remember. The Dom I need —the one who makes demands and uses filthy words. I enjoy the slight humiliation, using words that would be degrading in a vanilla relationship.
He leans close to my ear and whispers the other word he only uses when we’re in a scene. “Is your cunt wet, Paige?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I bet you’d like me to touch it.”
“Yes, Sir.” I know he won’t. Not yet. Not this early. He likes to torment me with words and soft touches.
“Mmm. Maybe later.”
We slide into the banter we always had between us. It’s seamless, as if no time has passed. He teases me, threatens not to let me come, and then, at the end of the scene, he always gives me the orgasm I’m desperate for.
He steps in front of me, tucks a finger under my chin, and lifts my face. “Tonight, I’m going to use everything we discussed. Restraints, a paddle, a gag, and a plug. Are those all still okay with you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You understand if you change your mind about any of those items at any time, all you have to do is say so. You don’t need a safeword to stop me from filling your bottom with a plug, for example, if you decide it’s not right for any reason. I won’t end the scene. If you’re not feeling it, we won’t include every item.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“When you’re gagged, I’ll give you a ball to hold. If you drop it, I will take the gag out.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“I will not break your skin.”
“Okay, Sir.” He always reminds me of that. It’s a bit unnecessary, but the truth is there are times when he’s paddling me hard enough that it feels like I’m bleeding. It’s nice to know it’s an illusion.
“Do you want me to make you cry, Paige?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you consenting to turning your care over to me for the next hour?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I shudder as he utters those two words. They reach deep inside me. I want to be his good girl. The praise is icing on the cake.
“Head toward the pegboard, Paige.”
I was expecting the spanking bench, so his command startles me, but I do as I’m told.
“Good girl. Face the board, reach up and grab the pegs.”
I tremble as I lift my arms above my head. My breasts rise. They feel heavy. My nipples are rock-hard points.
I tip my head back and watch as Dane sticks a second peg in above the one I’m holding and cuffs my wrists to it. In an emergency, I could always pull the pegs out of the wall. I’m not secured in a way that’s unsafe. It might take a minute to rise onto my toes and pull the higher pegs out, but I could if I needed to.
Dane disappears behind me and returns with a small ball with a loop sticking out of it. He lifts my thumb and hooks the loop around it. “If you lower your thumb, the ball will fall.”
“Yes, Sir.” I pull my thumb tight around the rung. The chances of me opting to drop that ball are slim to none. I’ve never needed to stop our play before.
“Step away from the wall, baby.”
When I do, my arms straighten a bit more and my breasts hang. When Dane slides a bench in front of my knees, my breath hitches. It’s several feet long and about a foot wide. I realize it’s the center of the spanking bench where I would have lowered my torso. He lifted it out of the middle to use for another purpose.
He kisses my neck and chuckles. “You didn’t see that coming, did you?”
“No, Sir.”
“I designed it so all the parts of the spanking bench are separate. It will keep you from stepping close to the wall, but you could also kneel on it in front of you if I requested. Step out.”
A moment later, he sets another piece of the apparatus between my legs. The padding from the two leg rests presses against my shins just below my knees.
Now I’m panting. He hasn’t done anything yet except arrange me, but I’m already so horny I can’t think straight. My chest hangs, my ass is thrust out, and my legs are wide. I can’t move closer to the wall or pull my thighs together without climbing onto the bench.
Dane strokes a finger down my spine, making me shiver and moan. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
I feel sexy. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us .
He trails that finger down my butt cheek and thigh before dragging it back up on the other side.
I arch forward. His simple touch drives me mad.
Reaching around with both hands, he lightly cups my breasts and taps my nipples. His lips come to my ear. “Fucking. Sexy.”
“Mmm.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes, Sir.” Wetter every time he asks, which he knows.
“If I took my cock out, could it thrust into you easily without touching you?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice squeaks.
He steps away for a moment and returns with a ball gag. “This isn’t very large. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It will keep you from using words, but it shouldn’t make you feel like you’re choking. Open your mouth, baby.”
I inhale deeply and part my lips. We’ve never done this before. I’m more vulnerable than ever. I know the gag will make me drool, and that will embarrass me, which is part of the point.
Control . Dane is controlling me in every way. It’s what I crave. It’s one of the things I miss about my old life.
Can I really have that back? I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m having an out-of-body experience. I just arrived here. I don’t know this house yet. It’s not mine. It’s like I’m visiting someone I used to know.
When will it feel like I belong? When will I stop waking up in a panic, wondering if it was all a dream?
I have my hair in a ponytail, and Dane lifts it out of the way to fasten the strap at the back of my head. The snap of the two pieces coming together makes me flinch.
“Hmmm. What are we missing?” he teases, sliding a finger down my spine again. He stops when he reaches my crack. “Oh, that’s right. A plug for this tight little asshole.”
I shudder. His words…
He leans toward my ear again as he teases my rosebud with his finger. “We’ve never included ass play before. You really wanted to pull out all the stops tonight, didn’t you?”
I nod. He’s right. I did. He was the one to suggest the gag and the plug. He did so flippantly, but I was instantly intrigued, and I knew I wanted to push my boundaries tonight. I want to feel .
I’m already panting behind the gag. This scene is more than I expected. I’ve seen people gagged on many occasions, but having my own mouth forced open and giving up speech is not something I could have understood without experiencing it.
A lid pops open, the sound echoing in the room. It’s lube. I know that sound. Dane would never put something in my bottom without making sure I was fully lubricated.
The gel is cold when it touches me, and I squeal as I rock forward.
Dane chuckles. “Chilly?” He strokes my tight hole and circles it, teasing me, making me wish he would just enter me already. “Let’s see how tight your ass is, baby.” He pushes a finger into me.
I rock forward again. There’s no way to avoid him. I’m too restrained by all the items keeping me in place, but my instinct is to try.
Dane stands to one side of me, wraps his other arm around my middle, and holds me steady against his hip, immobilizing me. “Very tight.” He eases his finger in and out.
I’m trembling at the forbidden touch. How is it that we never added ass play to our repertoire? My pussy is dripping. The humiliation of being forced to endure this is driving my arousal through the roof.
I knew I would like a bit of humiliation with our play, but I was too embarrassed to ask for it three years ago. Tonight, it was easy. Dane made it easy when he was the one to toss out the words gag and plug . Both are slightly humiliating in my mind.
There’s a tightness in my stomach. I need to come so badly already, and we haven’t even started. I know this is going to be a long scene. Dane does not like to be rushed, and he does like it when I squirm.
“Such a dirty girl,” he coos. “You like having your naughty bottom penetrated, don’t you?”
I arch my chest forward and tip my head back.
His lips come closer. He kisses my neck. “You want me to plug this tight little ass before I paddle you, don’t you? You want to feel the bulb of the plug inside you with every impact of the paddle against your bottom, huh? You want me to swat on top of the plug, making the bulb lodge deeper, yeah?”
I whimper.
“Nod if you still want me to plug this dirty rectum, Paige,” he orders.
Heat rushes up my cheeks. Making me nod is humiliating in its own right. I nod. I want this.
He suddenly adds another finger, thrusting them both in deep.
I whimper as I rise onto my toes as if I can avoid the stretch. It’s tight, but it doesn’t hurt.
“Good girl. Such a good girl letting me fuck your naughty asshole.”
I shudder violently. His words are dirtier than ever—so is this type of play. It’s ten times filthier to talk about my butt than just my tits and cunt, and he’s really laying it on thick.
I nearly cry when he eases his fingers out and releases me. My body trembles violently, missing his touch.
“Hold on, baby. I need to clean my fingers and prepare the plug. I chose a pretty large one because I want you to really feel the stretch.”
I whimper louder and sway forward and backward, thrusting my bottom out, silently begging him to hurry and fill me already.
“That’s my girl. So needy.” He sets his palm on my lower back and uses his fingers and thumb to pull my cheeks apart. “Stand still. I want to stare at your greedy puckered hole for a minute.”
I inhale sharply and hold it while he inspects me.
“You like being exposed like this, don’t you, Paige?”
I nod. I like it. I would never lie to Dane.
“Good girl. I will reward you for your honesty.” He sets the tip of the metal plug against my opening and twists it around, teasing me. “I’m going to fuck your little hole with this plug a few times so you feel the stretch of the widest section in your tight ring.”
I lower my head and look down at my body. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can see how hard my nipples are and the red splotches running down my chest from embarrassment.
A moan escapes my lips when he pushes the bulb further in, making my hole stretch wider. It’s a slightly pained moan, but it’s more than that. Like all the pain he inflicts on me, it makes my clit throb. I’m going to come without him touching me.
Dane eases the bulb back out and then slowly guides it deeper again, forcing my tight ring wide over and over before he lets it slide into me.
I feel so full. It seems too large for a few seconds. He grabs the flat metal circle outside of me and turns it, making me more aware of the huge bulb inside me.
“Paige, I’ve never seen you this turned on.”
I shudder at the reverence in his voice.
He wraps his free arm around my waist again and holds me tightly so I can’t move an inch. “The humiliation of my words and actions made you so fucking horny, didn’t they?”
I nod.
“I bet you need to come more than ever.”
I nod again.
“Do you think you’ve been a good girl who deserves to come before I paddle your bottom?”
I nod more vigorously. What he doesn’t know is that I might come whether he permits me to or not.
I gasp, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when he thrusts two fingers into my pussy. “Come, baby. Now.”
My orgasm is ripped from my body as if it belongs to him and not me. My legs wobble as the pulses of my release consume me. If it weren’t for him holding me, I would be dangling by my arms.
He has me, though. He has me.
Before I fully come down from my orgasm, Dane yanks his fingers out of me and rubs them against my clit. “Again, baby. Give me another.”
I scream against the gag. It’s muffled, but it’s still loud. This second orgasm is almost too much. I’m raw and dizzy. My clit is throbbing. All the blood in my body seems to have gathered in that tiny nub.
“So fucking sexy.”
I let him take my weight, grateful he knows me so well and won’t let me go. It takes a few minutes for me to breathe easier and find my footing.
Dane kisses my neck over and over, whispering words of praise about how sexy I am and what a good girl I am.
“That was a lot, baby. Do you still want me to paddle you?”
I nod. I know I’m going to be destroyed, but I really need the pain. What we just did fulfilled a different need, a need for humiliation and pleasure. I still need the pain.
“Okay, baby. I’m going to let you go. Can you stand?”
I nod again and brace my feet. I’m gripping the rungs so tightly that my hands are going to hurt tomorrow. It will be worth it.
Dane is back in seconds, his palm at the small of my back. “Thrust your bottom out, baby. I’m not going to warm you up with a spanking. I’m going to paddle you hard and fast so you get what you need before your legs give out.”
He’s so fucking in tune with me. My heart races.
The first swat is jarring without the warm-up. He doesn’t use as much pressure as I will need, but it was a lot for the first slap of wood against my ass.
He gives me another, and another, staying high on my cheeks, avoiding the plug. After several more, he strikes harder, the sting intense and welcome.
I know I’m sliding into a delicious subspace, and part of the reason he’s striking me hard and fast is because he realizes I won’t be able to hold myself up for much longer. This isn’t the same as a bench where I can collapse against it. I’m standing, my feet taking my weight.
The first strike of the wood against the plug makes me cry out. It’s shocking. The bulb seems to vibrate inside me. He does it again and again. My ass cheeks are burning. My rectum is screaming. It’s the best feeling in the world. So much more intense than being spanked without a plug in my ass.
Dane delivers two more hard swats in quick succession right at my sit spots, and I break. I scream right before the tears fall. I’m drooling, and snot is running down my face to join with the tears and saliva. I’m slightly aware of what a mess I am as I sob.
Dane unfastens the gag and pulls it from my mouth. He grabs the ball from my thumb next. “That’s it, baby. Take a breath. Let it all out.” He has a wet cloth, and he cleans my face while I cry. More tears and snot fall. He wipes them all away.
When I lose my footing, he grabs me before my knees buckle. He holds me with one hand while he reaches up with the other to release my wrists one at a time. “Keep your hands on the pegs for a minute, baby. I want to rub your arms and ease them down so they won’t hurt as much.”
I obey him, still sniffling.
He massages the muscles on my arms back and forth. “Okay, baby, lower them slowly.”
I wince as I bring them to my sides. I hadn’t realized how tense I was. My whole body hurts so deliciously.
Dane helps me step back and then sweeps me into his arms, cradling me as he hurries over to the couch. He sits us down and rocks me against him, holding me close.
As my breathing slows, I realize he’s silently crying, too. This is emotional for him, and I’m glad I’m not the only one so deeply affected by our reunion.