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“Now, that doesn’t really sound like a punishment, does it, princess?” He continued to tease her, stroking her ass, rubbing her clit, easing the pressure every time she came too close to crashing over the edge. She whined with need, trying to press down on his fingers, growling in frustration as he pulled away. “None of that, princess, you brought this on yourself. I wanted you safe, in the car, home to me so I could reward you. But you disobeyed. I think that’s enough of a warm-up.”
His fingers traced the implements on the table, choosing the thinner paddle. It stung more, gave her more of the pleasure-pain she craved as he coloured her ass, turning it a deeper shade of blush than the one that had quickly spread across her cheeks and down that beautiful slender throat.
Her head threw back, a cry leaving her lips as the first strike was made. She counted them out, begging, pleading for him to stop, while raising her hips, seeking the next stroke.
She writhed with the sharp sting of every blow. Her legs trembling as pleas and whimpers, punctuated by the next number, filled the air until the final count of ten left her lips with a cry.
She was breathing hard, quivering, whining with need and desperation as he once more reached between her legs. Her thighs were slick with her arousal. This time, granting her the release she’d sought, he whispered praise into her ear as his fingers guided her over the edge, his name on her lips as her muscles rippled and tightened.
He released her arms, rubbing them gently, before massaging the sensitive flesh of her ass. “Now you’ve been punished, time for your reward.” He gestured towards a box in the corner of the room, knowing she would have already seen it, but not dared to peep inside. She’d mentioned this piece of equipment once before, but he’d been reluctant to make the purchase, not because of the cost, but because of the memories it could stir.
Just yesterday she’d whispered to him a fantasy as they cuddled together on the sofa watching the latest superhero movie, and he was sure as hell going to fulfil it.
Ivy waited until he nodded before making her way to the box. He watched her carefully, the way her posture altered as she lifted the box from the item concealed below. She froze in place, the box still in hand. For three long seconds, Miles wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake.
He heard her swallow, her breathing quickening, saw her chest heaving. He was beside her, hand on the small of her back. It was only then she turned to look at him, her eyes shimmering.
Fuck. She wasn’t ready.
How could he have been so wrong? After everything they’d talked about, it had seemed like something she wanted, and he’d wanted to give her that, more than anything.
“You got one?” There was unmistakable excitement in her voice. Excitement, not trepidation, which caused his shoulders to sag in relief.
“Yes, but we don’t have to.” His naughty Sub’s fingers came to his lips, silencing him.
Any other day, for any other reason, such a slight—silencing her master—would have earned her a punishment, but today he’d let this one slide, given the enormity of the event. She smiled at him. God how he loved that smile. It could banish any and all darkness.
She knew her fantasy was about to come true, but what she didn’t realise, however, was there was another he was going to fulfil alongside this one.
He’d discussed his thoughts with Devon. Ivy had been tortured on such a device. It would be easy to slip back into that bad place with the intensity of the scene, so he’d suggested a distraction. Another something Ivy had mentioned in passing, some time ago, when she thought he wasn’t listening.
His phone vibrated, letting him know the front door had opened. Their guests were here.
Devon had his own key, so he was just helping his wife, Penny, out of the ankle-length coat draped over her shoulders when Miles approached, offering them a friendly greeting. A smile traced his lips to see the leather, thigh garter belt Penny wore, the metal ring at the back securing two short tethers to the cuffs around her wrists. Her look was complimented by a latex top and spanking skirt. Flawlessly shined, perfectly fitted. Not to mention all hidden by her clothes, and he had no doubt that, tonight, they had taken the bus. That said, Miles would ensure a lift home was available should they want one after they’d eaten later.
Devon and Penny had been Ivy’s rocks in more ways than one. Even before she had been abducted, Devon had recognised Ivy’s submissive nature and had taken her to some local events with his wife. They’d had a whole friendship Miles had known nothing about.
There had been a whole portion of her life he’d never imagined existed. British people were meant to be reserved in bed, after all, weren’t they? Well, his little deviant had banished the socks-on stereotype fed by old movies once and for all.
He stepped aside, allowing his guests to enter the dining room. Penny was a stunning woman. California blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She was a woman who turned heads but who had eyes for only one man. She had the coveted Marilyn Monroe hourglass figure, but there was more than just beauty to her. Penny was a recognised photographer in the fetish industry. Her work was featured in high-class magazines, and people often sought her services for events. It was one of the reasons she and Devon knew all the best places, and they never had to RSVP.
Penny offered a slight nod, her pink lips turning up in a smile. From the twinkle within, it seemed she was as excited about their scene as he knew Ivy would be.
“Miles,” Devon gave a respectful nod, his brown eyes glittering with mischief. “Is everything ready?”
“Yes. We’re ready when you are.” Tonight was something of a rare occurrence. While neither Miles nor Devon shared their partner with someone else, they did, on occasion, parallel-play together. Devon had often commented that Penny and Ivy fed off one another’s energy, and it was something clearly obvious whenever the four of them attended events. That was why this had been such a brilliant idea.
Devon was wearing his smart, casual attire, a button-down shirt with blue jeans. He was built as well as his brother, JJ, who was over in England at the moment, working for a close protection training service Miles’ father owned a small percentage of with his old army buddy, a British, retired and respected, general.
Devon’s hair made him look stern, kept in the crew cut his brother had given him as a joke one night when he’d made the mistake of falling asleep during their leave after a few too many drinks. The two brothers had always been close, so Devon had fit into their group like a glove. In fact, so had Ivy. She often teased that their group was the making of a perfect dungeon raid party. With DPS characters, engineers, Mesmer’s—because Devon played with people’s minds—she insisted they were just lacking the healer, but since most of them had battlefield first aid training, she was pretty certain they’d survive.
Entering the playroom, Devon removed his cuff links rolling up his sleeves slowly, part of his own pre-kink ritual which Penny watched with large eyes, her tongue moistening her lips. Miles’ gaze gravitated towards Ivy. She’d been good, slipping into the clothes he had set out for her. A zip-up, PVC dress with attached suspenders and red-topped black stockings. She looked a picture of loveliness as she knelt, waiting, and the aching in Miles’ cock as he laid eyes upon her in the new outfit only served as evidence.
When last she’d been on one of these machines, she’d been bound and helpless, left there for hours by her abuser. Now it was time to replace that memory. He’d changed the details. It was a Sybian he’d purchased, a different brand. She was clothed and, while she would be bound, she knew her safe word. It had passed her lips on but a few occasions, but she knew it worked.
Then there was the ultimate distraction. Devon was here with Penny. They were combining their play, another subtle difference. Ivy would be focused on Penny, keeping her out of her head if things should distort, and Devon was on hand if he was needed.
There’d been very few times in play when the past had overcome her. Normally it was a monster which haunted her outside these walls, but he loved her and, as it was for every Dom, his Sub’s safety was his main priority. This had been a device used many times to torture her and keep her in line. He wanted to make sure she could handle it, and if not, he was prepared.
