Page 228 of Dark Duet: Platinum Edition
“I want this. I didn’t want it before. You didn’t care about me. I was a thing to you. I know that’s not true anymore. I trust you, Caleb. I trust you to see me like this. I trust you to take care of me.” Livvie’s thighs began to shake.
“No, Pet. You’re not allowed to come yet.”
“Please, Caleb,” she whimpered.
I stifled a laugh.
“So manipulative.” I spanked her with my bare hand. Hard. It didn’t seem to affect her. She was on another plane.
“I learned from the best,” she said. I watched her smile and then attempt to hide it.
“Couldn’t make it five minutes, could you? And now I’m afraid I can’t let you come.”
“Caleb, no.Please! I’m sorry.” She opened her eyes when I pulled my hands away. Her expression was one of astonishment. I smiled.
“I warned you.”
“What are you going to do?” Her tone suggested she was frightened. Her eyes said otherwise. She’d asked me that same question dozens, perhaps hundreds, of times. I always had the same answer.
“Whatever I want.”
I’d been working on something rather special and I couldn’t wait to try it out. I’d never been much of a carpenter or inventor, per se, but idle hands and an agile mind had led me to explore more hobbies. I found that I liked working with my hands, and I especially liked when my new hobbies coincided with my favorite pastime.
Livvie was silent as I undid the straps on her ankles. She was always most quiet when she was nervous. She sagged in my arms, limp as a wet noodle once I unstrapped her wrists.
“Caleb?” she whispered.
I hoisted her over my shoulder and slapped her ass.
“No questions, Pet. You’ll like it. I promise. Or at the very least,I will.”
I grabbed a pillow from the sofa before I walked the few steps necessary to reach my constructed apparatus. It hadn’t taken much to put together. The downstairs was mostly unfinished and it was easy to find the choice support beams.
I tossed the pillow on the floor and set Livvie down on it. I heard her wince as her heated backside made contact, but I also knew she’d be just fine.
She appeared beautifully at odds with the unfinished basement, a diamond in the rubble.
“Lean back on your hands and put your legs out in front of you.”
She stared at me for a moment as if she were unsure about whether or not to bait me with more of her insolent backtalk. Then, seeming to come to her senses, she did as I asked.
“Yes, Caleb,” she added.
“Very good, Kitten. I’m proud of you.” I winked at her and smiled. We were supposed to be having fun. I didn’t want either of us to forget that fact.
“Thank you, Caleb.” She managed a smile for me.
She was very curious about my every move as I gathered up the harness I needed, along with a spreader bar and some nylon rope. The hardware store was a very convenient place to shop for sex toys.
It took a few minutes, but I finally had what I wanted. Straps placed at Livvie’s waist, thighs, and ankles would help lessen the amount of gravitational strain. The spreader bar would keep her ankles apart, evenly distribute her weight, and give her some semblance of balance. Finally, the nylon rope—anchored to the spreader bar and pulled through a series of load-bearing pulleys secured in the ceiling— would make it easy to lift her slowly off the ground.
“How do you feel?” I asked. Livvie lay on her back with her knees bent. She was pulling on her lip with her fingers.
“Nervous. Are you sure this is safe?”
“Do you trust me to keep you safe?” I palmed one of her breasts and traced her satin-clad nipple with my thumb. She sighed.
“Always.”
