Page 23 of Claiming His Prize

“Alright,” he said, slowly standing as he shifted her around in his arms, a wicked grin spreading across his face.Allison felt her body tighten in excitement. “I think I’m ready to show you.”

As he flipped her over his shoulder, so she was hanging down with her face at the small of his back, she gave a small shriek and laughed as he moved toward the stairs.

“I can walk, you know!”

Todd slapped her upturned ass, eliciting another shriek.

“I prefer you like this.”

The area he hit smarted, but in a good way.Allison grinned as she hung over his shoulder. Not only was she going to get to see the room, but she felt quite certain, she was heading for a verypleasurablepunishment.Taking the lead last night had been a lot of fun, but right now, she couldn’t think of anything better than being at Todd’s mercy.

“I think I’m going to like being married to you.”

8

The room was dark and erotically gorgeous.

Todd preceded her into the room after setting her down outside, so she could take off her clothes. She’d walked in to find him adjusting what looked like a gynecologist’s exam table, only this one had leather restraints where no true doctor’s table would.

What really caught her attention was the floor-to-ceiling to that completely covered the far side of the room. No matter where they were in the room, at least one of them would be able to watch their reflections in the mirror. Suddenly, she realized the apparatus she must have been bent over the last time was facing that mirror. Todd would have been able to watch every facial expression, every twitch of her body as he’d caned her, and if she hadn’t been blindfolded, she would have as well.

The beauty of such an arrangement stunned her, and she had the immediate desire to watch Todd wreaking his erotic havoc on her restrained and willing body.

Aware Todd had turned his attention to her, Allison ignored him and looked around the room. Since he hadn’t calling her over, she assumed he was willing to indulge her curiosity and wanted to take advantage of it while she could.

The floor was hardwood, and a few places had what looked like bolts and rings drilled into it. The spacing of the rings seemed significant—no need to guess what their use might be. There were more rings hanging from the ceiling, some near the rings on the floor, others over other apparatus. There was something that looked like a cross between a gymnastics horse and a balance beam, both well padded. The thing she had been bent over last time looked like a massage table, with select sections cut out and redesigned, tilted forward to put the subject’s ass in the air. Across the room was a wooden beam, polished smooth, with a narrow, rounded top, just below hip height. Along the walls were various instruments of torture—flogs, crops, canes—and the wall right next to her had an armoire, she was sure held even more. A Saint Andrew’s cross was set up near where a multitude of whips were hanging, so Todd wouldn’t have to step far away if he wanted to change what he was using.

There was nothing resembling a bed.

“So, what do you think?” Todd asked, leaning against the gyno table, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He’d taken off his shirt but was still wearing his jeans. He looked mouth-wateringly good but extremely intimidating.

“I think…” Allison looked around the room again. “I think we could spend a lot of time in here.”

A wide, anticipatory grin spread across his face. “I think so, too.” He patted the table next to him, and his voice lowered to a purr. “Now, get your pretty little ass over here.”

She was too excited to argue, wondering what he was going to do, what would happen next. The table was set up sideways to the mirror, so she could watch if she wanted, but it would be from the side. Keeping her focus on him would be much more intimate and erotic. She was a little disappointed the mirror wouldn’t be very useful this time around, but there would be plenty of other times.

Todd helped her up onto the table and her feet into the stirrups, putting her arms over her head and restraining them, so she was stretched out and her ass was just at the end of the table. He wrapped another leather strap around her ribcage, just underneath her stomach, and one around each thigh and ankle, completely immobilizing her. Allison shuddered at the smooth embrace of the leather around her body and limbs, loving the security of being wrapped up by Todd. It was strangely comforting for something that made her so vulnerable. Spreading the stirrups, Todd pushed her legs far apart until her muscles began to strain.

“That’s enough,” she said, pleading. “It hurts…”

He had spread her so wide, her pussy lips were gaping open, and her knees slightly pointed up to give him the best possible view of her vulnerable assets.

“Alright, Princess,” he murmured, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. She knew he wasn’t actually laughing at her, just at the fact she was complaining about it hurting when she knew more erotic punishment and pain would soon be on the way.

Adjusting a few levers, he secured the stirrups in that position, then went to get a gag, silencing any more protests or pleas. Taking one of her hands, he put a bean bag in it, curling her fingers around the malleable object.

“If you need to safeword, just drop this.”

Her pulse spiked, and her eyes got big, pupils dilating. Allison always trusted Todd not to push her past her limits, and they’d had plenty of time to explore what those limits were. She rarely needed something extra when she was gagged, trusting he would know when to stop. The fact he was giving her a way to end their playtime, despite her gag, added a depth of vulnerability and anxiety that set her heart racing—especially since this wasn’t a real punishment. Then again, he never gagged her when he was actually punishing her.

It might just be a prop to tantalize her mind. If so, it was working.

Allison quivered in her bonds, anticipation high. The bean bag pressed against the underside of her engagement ring, a symbol of his possession, reminding her, she and Todd were going to be doing this for the rest of their lives. It added an entirely new level of intimacy to the proceedings, making her ache inside with overwhelming joy. She wanted him to do this to her—possess her, feed the needs burning inside, no one else had ever seen or bothered to discover.

There was something so freeing about having no control, willingly giving it over to him. She walked to the table, put herself on it, and allowed him to secure her, making the choice to let him take her to a place of pain and pleasure.

With rounded hazel eyes, she watched as he walked over to the wall, choosing a whip. He picked one with multiple strands, long and flexible, one she hadn’t seen before. Each rubber strand was about a foot long and made a whistling sound as he swung it experimentally through the air. Stopping at the armoire, he opened it and pulled out nipple clamps and a bottle of something she couldn’t quite see from one of the drawers before coming back to her.

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