In His Cuffs(18)

It was intoxicating what she'd done to him. Anxious to continue, he asked, "Where are your nipple clamps?"

She inclined her head to indicate a different room.

"Show me." He stood and leant down to offer her a hand. As she slid her  palm against his, he was struck by how small she was next to him. It was  easy to forget. Her presence demanded respect.

In her bare feet, she didn't reach his chin. She had to tip her head  back to look at him. The reminder of her trust and submissiveness  humbled him and made him even more determined to please her.

The musk of her arousal smelt sharp on the summer air. It was a good  thing he was still dressed, otherwise he would have pinned her to the  floor and fucked her hard. "Hands behind you."

Her gaze was riveted to him as she watched him detach the formidable-looking metal from his belt loop.

"I've kept them in the car for you." He moved around to secure them at  the small of her back. He checked the position of her shoulders.  "Comfortable enough?"

After she nodded, he ratcheted the cuffs one notch tighter. "Turn your  thumbs down if you need to signal me. I will be watching you." The sight  of the unyielding metal against her creamy skin appealed to him on  every carnal level. "You were meant for these, Maggie."

The tie kept her from responding. That was probably a good thing for  both of them. Absently he wondered if he could gag her at the office. It  would make his life much more pleasant. But, he had to admit, less  productive, as well. He'd spent a lot of days fantasising about filling  her mouth with other things. "After you," he said.

She hesitated, so he pinched her right buttock, urging her forwards. He  followed a couple of steps behind, admiring the way her body swayed  seductively as she walked. Her gait was much more feminine than it was  at work, as if being naked, cuffed and gagged changed not only her frame  of mind but also how she moved her body.

This woman was a natural submissive.

And for now, his submissive.

Inside the bedroom, she stopped.

He appreciated that the room was large and uncluttered. There was an  en-suite bathroom, and he took a moment to close the blinds and turn on  the overhead fan.

She led him towards a small dresser in the closet.

All of her items were well organised. Work clothing was on the far left,  grouped by colour. Next she had casual clothing. Then the sexy stuff.  He tried not to be distracted by the short skirts, skimpy V-necked  blouses and …  Jesus. A corset.

He reminded himself to focus. There'd be plenty of time to see her in that garment. He looked forward to cinching her into it.

The first drawer he opened contained her lingerie. He picked up a lacy  shelf bra and held it as he looked over his shoulder at her. "Is this  what you wear to work?"

She nodded.

"And this?" he asked, scooping up a garter belt.

Even with the tie in her mouth, she managed a grin.

"Every day?" When she nodded, he slammed the drawer closed, knowing he'd  never again concentrate at the office. His fingers would be itching to  trace the seductive straps that attached to her silky hose. Now that  he'd discovered this secret, keeping their work and private lives  separate was going to be far more difficult than he'd imagined,  especially once he factored in her reddened pussy and soon-to-be  tormented buttocks. "I'm going to buy you some granny panties," he said.  "And all-day support bras. There's nothing wrong with cotton."

She drew her eyebrows together.

"Maybe a chastity belt."

He found her toys in the next drawer down. As he now expected,  everything was in perfect order. She had an organiser to separate each  item. Clamps were in one place. Two floggers were laid length-wise  across the back. Beneath them was a paddle with holes in it. She also  had a hairbrush and a tawse stamped with an eagle. "A Master Marcus  creation, if I'm not mistaken?"

Her response was muffled.

"You do like your spankings," he said.

She also had a selection of butt plugs, vibrators and dildos. "Good God,  woman." Her treasure trove rivalled his. It would take days to explore  how she liked each used. "We're spending the weekend together." He  didn't ask if she had plans. If she did, she'd be rescheduling them.

David tested a set of clamps on his smallest finger. "Too lightweight," he surmised, glancing at her.

Her nod confirmed his guess.

The second set was a bit more intense. "You have them laid out by pressure?"

She glanced away as if embarrassed.

"Smart," he said. "Makes it easier to find exactly what you want. Do you want the hardest ones?"                       
       
           



       

She wrinkled her nose.

As much as he liked having her gagged, they needed to be able to  communicate. He removed the tie from her mouth, but he laid it on her  shoulder for easy access.

She licked her lips and he was gripped by the image of that tongue pressed against his dick.

With determination, he focused on her.

"I almost never play with the hardest ones," she told him. "I have to work up to them or be really deep into a scene."

"Understood." He selected those and the pair next to them. "These?"

"My favourites," she said.

He tried the pressure. To him, the bite felt vicious. Then he recalled  he'd added weights when he'd clamped her at the Den. "Do you need  anything before we continue? A drink of water? To stretch your muscles?"

She waited a moment. He expected her to ask for another orgasm or to get  on with the spanking, but her silence made it clear she was going to  let him set the pace.

"No, Mr Tomlinson. I'm fine. Thank you."

He didn't wait any longer. He picked up the tie and guided her back into the middle of the bedroom.

After depositing the clamps and tie on the nightstand, he captured her  right breast and held it while he teased her nipple with his tongue.  When it started to lengthen and thicken, he sucked on it.

Maggie moaned and leaned in towards him. Again he was struck by the lack  of inhibition in her reactions. Here, she didn't try to hide anything  from him. Her little sounds drove him on.

He moved to her left breast and coaxed the same response from her body  before pulling back to look at her pretty pink nipples. He adored the  way both stood so erect, waiting for his further attention. David pulled  on each in turn, elongating them and holding them distended while he  placed the clamps.

For a moment, she kept her eyes closed, but when she opened them, she looked at him and said, "Thank you."

Her words sounded heartfelt.

She seemed like a puzzle, each piece unique and complex. To him, she was  no longer a woman who worked with him, alternately helpful and  confounding, or a sub he enjoyed playing with. She was much more  complicated.

He stood and curved his hands around her upper arms. "This is more than a desire for an occasional kick for you, isn't it?"

She drew a few, shuddering breaths.

The silence stretched for so long he began to wonder if she would answer.

"Yes, Mr Tomlinson, it is."

He wanted to know much, much more about her. Watching her, he fisted the  chain that draped between her breasts and dragged her nipples together.  She gasped but didn't protest. She closed her eyes. There was no  anguish on her face, only a calm serenity. "Beautiful," he told her. He  eased the pressure.

"Thank you, Mr Tomlinson."

"I do love good manners. How would you like your spanking?"

"Well done," she said cheekily.

He gave her clamps a quick tug.

She sighed.

"Incorrigible wench," he said with an exaggerated huff.

"I liked that," she told him. "The unexpected. It's different when I  play with myself. Not knowing what you're going to do, how it's going to  feel, being unable to brace myself. To be honest, Mr Tomlinson, it  doesn't matter. If it pleases you to continue as you were earlier,  that's fine with me. Over the knee works. Or there's a reason I bought a  four-poster bed."

Since he'd had her across his lap at the Den, he thought he'd go for  something else, though if he were honest, he'd admit that he loved the  feel and the sight of her body as she squirmed against his skin. "I'm  going to readjust your cuffs." He released the lock and freed one wrist.  He rubbed her skin because he wanted the connection he got from  touching her. "They don't seem as if they were too tight."

"Not at all."

He massaged her shoulders as well before instructing, "Kneel on the edge of the bed with your ass in the air."

Her motions were deliberate, slow and feminine. As he'd started giving  orders, her breathing pattern had changed in response. "Tits on the  mattress, Maggie. That's it. I want your breasts to feel those clamps.  Ah, yes. Now arch your back a bit more. Show me that beautiful butt." He  waited while she followed his instruction. "I should take a picture,"  he said. "Can't think of a nicer screen saver."