Page 32 of Dancing With Distraction

I stand abruptly, moving fast until I’m in front of her, and produce the ball gag from my pocket. “Seeing as you won’t be able to say your safe word, I will assume any kind of sound from you is that, then I’ll remove the toys and you will not come for a week. So,” I place the ball in her mouth and fasten it around her head, “only try to speak if you want that to happen.” I take my place back in the chair.

She bends at the waist and begins to sweep the mess into a pile. The strain on her face is evident, and I muse at how well she’s doing as a new sub. She flinches when some of the glass catches her hand, and I’m by her side again in a second, inspecting the small cut. Blood beads to the surface and I bring her hand to my mouth, licking away the crimson fluid. Her eyes darken, and I wink, releasing her to continue her job.

Once there’s a neat pile, she looks at me for instruction. “The bin is back in the office,” I tell her with a grin. She hangs her head, and I know it’s about to be the longest walk of her life, but I relax back in the chair while she takes every step, having to make two trips to completely clear the mess.

When she’s finished, she stands before me and I rise to my feet, taking her chin between my thumb and fingers. “Good girl,” I whisper. “One more to clean up and we’re all done.”

Her eyes widen when I begin to lead her to the front door. She pulls back, shaking her head, and I arch a brow. “Safe word?” Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I pull the door open. “Just say it once and we’ll stop right here.”

She squares her shoulders and steps out onto the porch with determination on her face. I smile to myself, liking how stubborn she can be. She stops on the top step, staring at it with trepidation. “Well,” I ask, “what are you waiting for?”

I step down first and hold my hand out for her to take. She reluctantly grabs it and lowers her leg, closing her eyes as a sensation ripples through her. I see the wetness coating the inside of her thighs, glistening as the porchlights illuminate her body, bathing her in a soft amber glow.

The second step seems to be worse, and she pauses, breathing deeply through her nose. “Do you need to come, my krasota?” She nods, her expression telling me she’s in pain. “Then hurry and clean up your mess.”

Once the broken planter is on her dustpan, I take her hand again and lead her back up the steps. A growl of desperation comes from somewhere in the back of her throat. “Almost done,” I tell her, leading her into the house. A piece of the planter falls from the dustpan onto the floor, and she stares in disbelief. “Pick it up,” I order.

Tears fill her eyes, and as she bends, her body begins to shake. “Control it,” I bark. She places one hand on her knee, squeezing her eyes closed, then she inhales sharply through her nose and scoops the piece up. “Now to the bin,” I tell her, releasing her hand.

Once she’s done, I take the dustpan and brush, placing it on the side. “Back into the dungeon,” I tell her. I let her lead the way, occasionally tapping her backside so the balls clash together.

“On the bed,” I demand once we’re back inside the dungeon.

She slides onto it, and I wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her onto all fours. “The best part of that,” I say, removing the ball gag, “was the peace and quiet.”

I take her hair in my fist and use my other hand to spank her backside, hitting her three times in quick succession. She cries out, unable to stop her body from shuddering. I remove the butt plug, and she arches her back. “Will you come into my home again and smash my things?” I ask.

She shakes her head, earning another three slaps. “Words, Victoria.”

“No, Sir,” she yells.

I run my hand over her inner thighs. “Look how wet you are,” I say, showing her my glistening palm. “Do you see how much better your orgasm is when I give it to you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she pants.

“Will you touch yourself again without my permission?”

“No, Sir.”

“What would you like, Victoria?” I ask, pinching her clit.

“To come, please, Sir.”

“If I allow you to come, will you be grateful?”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, her tone desperate.

I press my thumb into her tight, puckered hole, and she hangs her head. “You may come, Victoria.” As I pull the balls from her soaked cunt, she throws her head back, shuddering uncontrollably and sobbing hard. I keep my thumb in place and insert two fingers into her pussy, dragging out her orgasm until her body is shimmering with sweat. It’s a stunning sight to behold, and once I remove my fingers, I pull her onto her knees and hold her against my body, whispering words of praise into her ear while stroking my fingers over her stomach. “Rest now,” I whisper, pulling the sheets back so she can crawl under them. “Do you need anything?” She shakes her head.

I go back up to my bedroom, leaving her to rest while I shower. I dry off in record time, pulling some shorts on and heading back to the dungeon. Her eyes are closed, and I admire her beauty before climbing in behind her. It’s not something I often do, lie with a sub, but she did so well tonight, and the urge to comfort her takes over my judgement.

My mobile buzzes to life on the bedside table, and I snatch it up, not wanting it to wake Victoria. I see it’s Vivian and groan, getting out the bed and moving to the corner of the room. “What?” I whisper.

“Dmitry, I’m so sorry to turn up unannounced, but I didn’t know where else to go.” She’s crying, and I wince. This is the last thing I need. “Daddy hit me tonight,” she wails as I roll my eyes. It’s not the first time Ronnie has struck Vivian, but until we’re married, there’s not much I can do about it.

“Okay, come in,” I whisper, pulling up the gate app on my mobile and unlocking it.

As I pass Victoria, I check she’s still sleeping before leaving her alone to go deal with Vivian.

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