He wrapped the leather strap around my thigh and then clipped the other end to my labia, and I realized what he was doing. He was spreading me open. I blushed and felt myself gush at the thought.
He repeated the exercise on the other side. This time, I swallowed my expletives because he was already enjoying this too much, and I’d be damned if I was going to give him what he wanted within ten minutes of being in his dungeon.Fuck that, you’re going to have to earn me crying for you.
On the second side, though, he seemed to sense my desire to fight. He took his time, brushing his leather-clad fingers against my opening, nudging me, playing with my labia and squeezing and massaging my thighs as he worked. And... it was working. Try as I might, he was dragging a reaction out of me whether I liked it or not. It felt so, so good. It wasn’t just the way he was touching me. It was the sound of his breathing as he did, the way he watched me, the smugness in his eyes, how he was completely focused on me and my reactions. It made every brush of his leather-clad fingers more intense. I couldn’t help the ache that grew inside me as he touched me. Reuben knew how to tease, and it was made worse by the way he’d teased me this morning.
He finally snapped the last clamp onto my labia right as I was starting to feel myself start to lose myself a little, and I gasped in pain against my will. Brightness erupted behind my eyes and burned through my body, and I felt myself get even more wet.
He laughed at me. “Barely started with you, little bug,” he said, and flicked my clit sharply. I jerked and gasped at the sensation.
“Now... would you like to tell me what you muttered into my hand today at the shop? Or am I going to have to drag it out of you?”
“I mean... You can try. Don’t know if you’re going to get anywhere.” And yes, I was fully aware that was a dumb thing to say considering the fact I was the one tied down and splayed open like a dissected frog, but hey. Old habits die hard.
“I see.” He disappeared from my range of vision. A moment later, I felt something pressed into my hand.
I felt his lips near my ear, his whiskers tickling my skin. “Hold onto that, little bug. You let it go, I’ll consider it a safeword. Okay?”
When I opened my mouth to answer, he’d slipped something into my mouth. A large plastic ring forced my jaw uncomfortably wide, and he buckled the ring gag around the back of my head.
I attempted to complain, but it came out sounding like “ahhhhh ahhhh aaaaahh...” so I shut up, because that was just stupid and embarrassing.
“That’s much better,” he said. “Now, I guarantee that by the time I take this gag off, you’re going to tell me what you said today at the shop.”
I attempted to say “I don’t remember,” but it came out as “Aahh aaahhh aaaarrrrhhh.”
“Sorry, I don’t understand you. Probably because your mouth is splayed as wide open as your pussy right now.”
I felt my face burn in humiliation. I wanted to spit at him, but I couldn’t because my mouth was officially useless. Even my tongue was useless. I was starting to drool.Damnit. This isn’t sexy. This is just undignified.
“Yes. Fun little trick I picked up from Lindsay. By the time I take that gag off, you’ll be desperate to tell me everything.” He disappeared again and I heard him rummaging through drawers or boxes that were out of my line of vision.What the fuck is he getting? And why is this making me wet? I hate my pussy. Cheater.
He reappeared with his hands by his side, whatever implements he’d chosen hidden from my line of sight. “Shake your head, yes or no. Yes you’ll tell me, or no you won’t. I’ll give you one last chance.”
I did neither. I stuck out my tongue. He laughed and rolled his eyes.
I loved seeing him like this. Even if it got me in trouble, even if he made me suffer... Reuben was alive, on fire, laughing and smiling, with that bright excited light in his eyes. And it was beautiful.
That excitement turned to fear when I saw what he was holding in his hands.
So this is what happens when you poke the bear.