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A little shiver crept down her spine. Sensing he wanted her eager and anticipating she cocked an eyebrow at him. “Is it?”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yes. Follow me.”
She did. They went to a door she had never noticed before; it was hidden in a corner of the kitchen and blended in with the wall below the overhanging built-in shelf so well she never would have thought to look at it twice. He opened the door and clicked on a light to reveal a long and dim staircase.
It was spooky. Sandra had an instant dose of nerves, the door and the stairs were so stereotypical of every horror movie that had frightened her as a teenager that she stood stock still, unable as well as unwilling to go down it.
Connor said, “Now Sandra,” and her feet lifted. Her hand came down on the railing and she stared around, the expected cobwebs and dimness were not there. The stairs were steep certainly but the lights burned brightly and the area was clean.
She could see the floor below; it was plain gray concrete, covered by a narrow strip of utilitarian brown indoor/outdoor carpeting. The air was not exactly fresh but neither was it filled with the dank odor of mildew. She could hear the faint drone of a dehumidifier as she followed him down into the basement’s lower reaches.
The large main room opened up, revealing a series of smaller rooms. Some were obviously used for storage but they appeared to be well kept and ordered. Connor paused in front one door locked with a heavy steel padlock. The metal gleamed dully and the door opened with a slight screech that made Sandra swallow nervously.
Connor flicked on a light and stepped inside, she followed, not sure of what to expect. What she saw made a tingle of sexual longing and a sense of rightness fill her. The room itself was just a room, a bed lay in the center of it and a nightstand stood beside that. On one wall, a plain two-by-four had been mounted and on it little metal loops had been affixed. From those loops hung an amazing array of clams and instruments, some she could not even guess at others, like the whip and floggers, she knew by sight but not touch. Despite the austerity of the room it gave off a power, an energy that made her belly suck in with anticipation.
The black silk sheets that covered the bed were pulled tight, the corners tucked in. The bedposts were plain oak. The cuffs that hung from them were as solid and unbreakable as the padlock on the door.
Connor turned to her and his face hovered a mere inch above hers as he asked, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She did but it was not just that, her body was awash in feelings she had never known existed. Her throat was tight and her nipples ached for his touch. The cleft between her thighs was soaked; the fluids soaked into her pubic hair and tangled it wildly.
He stripped her bare. A slight draft blew from some small chink in the wall. The bare concrete below her feet made her toes curl from cold and her legs shook as he ran a finger slowly and calculatingly along her collarbones.
The blindfold was soft but the dark it brought with it was not. A faint glimmer of light shone below the lower edge and Sandra stared at it, focused on it to keep her dread at bay. The touch of his hand on the fleshy globe of her ass made her flinch at first, she had expected him to spank her but he did not, he squeezed and then kneaded that skin and the muscles below.
She could feel the soreness in her body easing as his strong fingers worked the knots from her other buttock, her neck and shoulders and arms. Her eyes, behind the blindfold, fluttered closed and a blissful sigh escaped her lips.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” his breath blew across her cheek and then his hands twisted her arms cruelly up and behind her back. Startled she stepped forward but his hands held her fast.
He marched her to the bed, his legs knocking into the back of hers, driving her forward. Stunned, and more turned on than she had ever been, Sandra staggered and stumbled across the floor. She had to trust him not to let her body fall to the rough concrete below.
Her breath caught in her throat as her knees hit the bed, and she fell face forward onto it. His hands ran down her back then his nails scratched at her skin lightly, sending blood rushing to the surface and making her nerves jump and run below her flesh. He turned her over and she lay on the bed on her back.
Sandra surrendered to the pleasure rolling through her. Connor’s clever fingers caressed her skin, his fingers pressed into her intimate places, and his mouth closed over one of her nipples.
The gentle tug of his lips was replaced by his teeth and tongue. Slight pain arced into her at that rougher touch and she cried out, her fingers tangling into his coarse hair.
He yanked her hands away, before she could even register what was happening the steel of one cuff clamped down tightly around one wrist.
Panic caught her up. She twisted to one side but he pinned her to the mattress and forced her free hand up so that he could capture it as well. She fought, she knew it was Connor, and that he would not harm her but still she fought. His voice sounded in her ear as he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” her voice quivered.
“Unicorns.”
That word was so unexpected and familiar that it, like the first time she heard him say it, burned into her mind. “What?”
“That is your safe word. Say that word if you need to stop and I will stop. No is not a safe word, stop is not a safe word, use only the word I tell you to use. Now repeat it back to me.”
“Unicorns,” she parroted.
“Good girl.” His hands turned hard and harsh. He gripped her breasts, grasping them almost viciously. Sandra’s feet kicked out and he laughed. Then her ankles were secured by the cuffs that hung from the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Trussed and helpless she lay there.
Time passed, she had no idea of how much. Her legs were spread widely open, her vulnerability and nakedness made her feel shy, awkward and a little frightened. The darkness behind the blindfold had become almost stifling and her fingers clenched into fists as something cool and metallic pressed against her sphincter.
The balls slid into her, the smallest ones first. Connor had used lube on them so they slipped in easier than she would have imagined but they still hurt a little. They were also heavy, and the last ball on the string was large, wide and round. Her breath became a harsh and ragged pant long before he had finished inserting the chain, leaving the small finger loop dangling at the entrance of her tight tunnel.
Sandra strained to hold the balls within, despite the instinct to bear down, to expel them. Taking long breaths helped. Connor’s tongue, tickling along her upper thighs, took her mind away from the intrusion as well. His tongue slid into her pussy, tasting her sweetness. She sobbed as her pleasure soared higher and higher but went unfulfilled.
