Page 129 of A Secret and a Lie
“Yes, Sir.” She’s been calling me that for years now, but it never seems to get old. I’m not sure it ever will. She fought the urge tosubmit to me for too long, and I don’t want to waste a single second of the time we have together.
“How long have the clamps been on?” I ask as I stride toward the dresser, my cock slowly hardening.
“About five minutes, Sir,” she replies respectfully.
Good.She’ll be able to tolerate them for another few minutes before I’ll need to remove them. I’m sure the metal is pinching her nipples painfully already, but they don’t have the same bite as the clamps with teeth.
Opening the third drawer, I consider my various options. Foregoing the muzzles and O-rings, I opt for a red ball gag. Reaching into the armoire, I snatch a leash before returning to the woman in the center of the room.
“Look at me,” I order. She does without a fraction of hesitation. “I’m going to gag you, so I want you to tell me what stops this.”
This isn’t the first time we’ve played with gags, so she knows the signal, but I want to hear her tell me anyway. “If I snap my fingers once, you’ll slow down. If I snap twice, you’ll stop.”
“That’s right, my perfect little slut.” My mouth curls slightly at the corners, and I brush the backs of my knuckles over her cheekbone. “Open your mouth.”
Her jaw unhinges, and I wedge the ball into her mouth before buckling it at the back of her head. With that done, I squat down in front of her and hook the chain connecting her nipple clamps to the ring at her collar before fastening the leash as well. Righting myself, I tug on the leash gently and her eyes round a little as she whimpers around the gag. Her nipples must be burning as the hook for the leash knocks against that delicate chain connected to them. I scan her face for any indication that this might be too much, but when I don’t find any, I lead her toward the brand-new padded spanking bench on the other side of the room.
I know for a fact that she hasn’t had a chance to use it yet because she told me so a few days ago. I’m all too happy to help her break it in. Her bench looks like a sawhorse with a larger, paddedsection in the middle and two skinnier padded portions on either side.
Once we reach the bench, I have her sit back on her heels and remove the clamps. She moans around the gag in her mouth as the blood flow returns, and I roll her nipples gently between my thumbs and forefingers.
Our gazes lock, and the look she gives me is chock full of adoration and devotion. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, stroking her hair. Helping her to her feet, I have her bend her torso over the middle section of the bench, resting her knees on either side.
Using the cuffs attached, I lock her wrists in place. When I finish, I take in the sight of her gorgeous ass in the air and head dangling off the end. “Are you comfortable?”
She nods, and I trace a hand down her spine, outlining each perfect groove and ridge. “You look incredible like this, ready to take whatever I give you.”
Wiggling her ass a little, she mewls softly, and I chuckle, landing a slap across the top, my hand stinging with the effort as I move to the armoire and retrieve two items.
With the flogger in hand, I step behind her and announce, “I’m going to begin, and I’m not going to be gentle, but we both know you don’t want me to be.”
Raising the flogger, I let it crack across her ass, the smattering of leather tails landing with a sharp thud as I warm her up for the next few minutes. My hits aren’t hard, not yet, but my cock is, achingly so.
Gen whimpers, and I observe, “Aren’t you a noisy thing tonight. You can complain and whine all you like, though. It won’t stop me.” She knows what will.
She groans as I toss the flogger aside now that her ass is glowing a nice red shade. Reaching for the split whip, I coast the two tails down her back. Dragging the leather lower, down the crack of her ass, I let the ends hover over her pussy.
“Such a filthy, greedy slut; wet, desperate, and needy already.”
Gliding two fingers over her cunt, I coat my fingers in her arousal before plunging them into her, making her garble into her gag. I huff a laugh as I remove my fingers, licking them clean before bringing the whip back just enough to pop her on the pussy, and when I do, she yelps.
When I do it again, she lets out a long, strangled sound. Abandoning her pussy for now, I shift my attention to the backs of her thighs, streaking her flawless skin with my red stripes.
Once I’m satisfied, I set the whip aside, open the third drawer, and pull out a cordless vibrator. I flick it on, letting the low hum fill the room like sweet music. Genevieve whimpers as she recognizes what’s to come, and I smirk. I know she’s going to love this, which only makes my cock throb.
“Lift your ass for me.”
She squirms against the bondage securing her to the bench, but she does as I command.
With the vibrator on a low setting, I place it on the padded leather right where it will meet her clit. “Lower your hips.”
She hesitates briefly, but I know the moment her clit makes contact with the buzzing device because she squawks into her gag.
As she shifts, I grip her hip, holding her steady. “If the vibrator leaves your clit, I’ll ruin the next several orgasms for you, and you don’t want that now, do you?”
She frantically shakes her head.
“I didn’t think so. You better stay still then.”
