I produce the longer chain from my pocket and clip one end to the D-ring at the back of her neck. Before she can pull away, I stretch for the hook that hangs from the ceiling, the one she’s clearly forgotten about.
I judged perfectly. Her heels are raised, but her feet keep contact with the ground.
Of course she thrashes. Her hair flies around her face like an unholy halo. Her shoulders work in the harness, putting her tits on display, and her nipples flush dark. Her fingers open and close at her sides, transformed into helpless claws. “Let me go, ya fucking shitehawk!”
I laugh. “Or what?” I say, gliding to stand behind her.
“I’ll show you what,” she growls to our reflection in the mirror. Balancing on one leg, she lands a solid kick to my shin.
“Two,” I say, working to smother my admiration. I didn’t think she could find the right angle. But I have tools to keep that from happening again.
“You and your feckin’ counting,” she says. “What’ll it be this time? You’ll spank me? Go after me with a paddle?”
I don’t bother telling her she’s off the mark. Instead, I return to the armoire and open one of the lower drawers. All my spreader bars are forged from steel. Some are covered in leather. Some have four cuffs, designed for wrists and ankles. Some adjust to different widths, locking into place with pins.
I choose the simplest—bare steel, one yard long, two cuffs waiting with padlocks. Kate never has a chance. Suspended as she is, heels off the floor, she can’t offer a true fight.
I lock her right ankle first, then her left. With her legs spread, she’s forced to balance on the balls of her feet.
Her breath comes fast now, her belly rising and falling beneath the constriction of the corset. I run my thumb down the shaved landing strip across her mound, biting back a smile as she arches her back to meet me. She shudders when I tap her clit. I lean in for a kiss as I slip two fingers past her soaked folds.
She moans as I flex my wrist, pulling her closer, and her inner muscles flex around my fingers. She isn’t coming yet. She’s just begging for more.
“Ask nicely,” I murmur against her lips.
She bites me.
I shouldn’t be surprised. This is my Kate, after all. She’s barely civilized enough to sit at my dining room table. When I press the back of my hand to my lip, it comes away red with blood.
“Three,” I say.
“Ya’ve got me all a-tremble, ya feckin’ gobshite.”
“Not yet,” I say. “But I will.”
I assume the stream of Irish flowing from her lips is swearing. She twists as she says the words, throwing back her shoulders. The motion drives me back to the armoire, to one of the drawers on the right.
“I love yousounds so much better in other languages,” I say, palming my latest toys.
“That’s notI love you, arsehole. That’s me telling you exactly what I’ll do once you let me out of this thing. That’s?—”
I clamp her nipples in metal clothespins.
I’ve sucked on her before. Gone after her tits with a vibrator. I’ve pinched her, hard. But the pins are far more intense than any of that.
I take care to catch some of her shadowed areolas to manage the pain, but I watch her closely, measuring her body’s reaction. Her eyes close. Every muscle in her body jerks tight as she rises onto the very tips of her toes. Breath hisses between her clenched teeth, and her fingers tighten into fists.
I focus on her lips. At the first sign of pursing, of the R inred, I’ll pull the pins free.
Her throat works. She swallows. But then she opens her eyes, glaring as she snarls, “Green, you miserable shitehawk.”
That means another trip to the armoire. That means a dildo slipped past the slick lips of her pussy, moving fast in and out, pushing deeper than my fingers. That means her cursing in Irish again as I keep up the action, working her until the foreign words catch in her throat and she arches her neck, howling my name as she comes.
“That’s one,” I say, watching her breathing slow to the frantic push of a freight train.
Twois a vibrator against her clit, slicked by her own body. I control the speed, bringing her to the edge two times, three times, four before I let her come again.
Andthreeis my kneeling before her, pressing my face into her soaked pussy and devouring her with my lips, with my tongue, with my teeth until she comes so hard she sags against her collar. Her ankles are too weak to hold her so I have to do the job for her, digging my fingers into her the tight muscles of her ass.
