Page 57 of In His Cuffs

Her movements were beautiful as she stepped onto the mat and knelt. After a glance at him, she lowered herself the rest of the way to the floor, her ass high in the air. He noticed she didn’t flatten her breasts. He’d see to that in a minute. “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me, Maggie.” That forced her to adjust her position a bit, and she yelped.

He kept her waiting while he lubed the piece. He drizzled the excess liquid into the crack between her ass cheeks before teasing her tightest entrance with the blunt end of the plug. “I love doing this to you,” he said. “Stretching you. That’s it, bear down.”

She relaxed her muscles and he inserted the piece a bit more before pulling it out.

“I’ve never had a glass plug before.”

“What do you think?”

“It doesn’t give,” she said around a grunt as he proceeded to push it back in.

“Not like silicone,” he agreed. “Neither does stainless, but this is bigger than the one I used on you at the Den since I intend to fuck you up your ass later.”

She shuddered and released her grip on her butt cheeks.

“Compose yourself at once,” he snapped.

“Aww. God! Sorry, Mr Tomlinson.”

“Better,” he said when she was back in position. Then showing no mercy, deciding to get it over with, he shoved it the rest of the way in with a gentle but firm glide.

She panted and yelped.

“It’s in. Feel free to stop the dramatics.” Avoiding her hands, he gave her right buttock a sharp smack to reinforce his words.

He stood and walked around her, admiring the way she looked with her ass in the air, a plug protruding from her anus. Her body was all feminine curves and beauty. “When you’re ready, please take your place at the wall.”

Her motions were exaggeratedly slow as she stood. The plug and the clamps hampered her movements. That her interest in BDSM matched his was the stuff of fantasies. After Sandy, he’d given up the hope of finding someone who would complement him in bed as well as out of it.

He attached her cuffs to the hooks, spreading her body wide. “Would you like a gag or would you rather scream the house down?”

“Those are big words, Mr Tomlinson.”

“I’ll back them up.” He’d heard the teasing note in her retort. Interesting that he already recognised the difference in her tone when something was bothering her and when she was goading him to give her everything she wanted. “Lower your head and open your mouth.”

She drew her eyebrows together but did as she was told. He picked up the chain that dangled between her clamps and placed it between her teeth. “Don’t let go.”

Her eyes were wide. Every movement would drag on the chain. He hoped it would be an experience she’d never forget. “How are you doing, sub?” he asked, tucking wayward strands of her hair behind her ears.

She murmured something, turning her cheek against his hand for comfort.

He stepped away from her, and she tracked him with her gaze. In that position, she was hobbled and gagged and about to endure something he was willing to bet she’d never dealt with before.

David picked up his flogger and approached her. “Let go of that chain at any time to signal that the scene is too much.”

In his cuffs, she formed a circle with her thumb and index finger, indicating everything was okay. “I’ll start slow.”

With a back-and-forth flicking motion, he flogged her belly and pelvis, shifting his stance so he could catch her already-swollen labia.

She moaned and pulled against the restraints, but she didn’t release the chain, and she kept her hand curled in the same position.

He fell into a rhythm as he went up and down her lower torso. She closed her eyes in total surrender. He continued with the same motions, using more or less the same amount of pressure, letting her know what to expect. This was about nothing other than her pleasure.

Then, wanting to strike her breasts with more force and not worry about touching her face, he transferred the multi-strand whip to his left hand. “Let it go,” he told her, reaching for the chain.

She did and said, “Thank you.”

“Your manners are exquisite.” He resumed the beating with more vigour, searing her breasts and jostling the clamps to the point she whimpered from the pain.

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