In His Cuffs(23)

"As sexy as your clothes are, I like to see all of you. It's tempting to keep you here, nude and chained for my pleasure."

She looked at him, unable to ascertain whether or not he was joking.

He slid his drink onto the square coffee table and picked up a pair of  clamps. She frowned. She'd been honest that she started with a light  weight and worked her way up, but it didn't appear she would feel these  little pieces of plastic at all. Boring.

"Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs as far apart as you can without causing cramps."

She got into position, aware of him watching her. He stood and walked  towards her. He reached between her legs and played with her pussy.

In response, she angled her pelvis towards him, offering more and hoping for an orgasm.

Shocking her, he tugged on her labia and attached the clamps. "God."

"My thoughts exactly," he said, stepping back.

No way would they have aroused her nipples, but on her most tender flesh, they burned.

"Bend over and grab your ankles. I want to inspect your body."

Knowing better than to argue with a Dom, she followed his instructions.

He moved behind her. "You have one small bruise above your knee. How are your arms?"

"Unblemished."

"You sound disappointed."

"I am."

"You want to show up for work on Monday with a few bruises to remember me by?"

She was glad her hair curtained her face so she couldn't see him. It emboldened her. "Yes."

"Since you don't bruise easily, I'm not as concerned about playing for an extended period of time," he said.

"As long as you think you are capable of handling me all by yourself, Mr  Tomlinson." She knew she was skating close to the line between teasing  and disrespect. Part of her didn't want to cross it, but the naughty  part of her, the one hurt by his actions, urged her to be reckless. As  much as she hated to admit it, the fact he'd all but ignored her since  their scene at her condo had irritated her. There was no reason he  couldn't have contacted her after work hours.

"I think I'm up for the challenge." He tugged on her clamps.

Yelping, she released her ankles briefly then, realising what she had done, grabbed them again.

"Do you have something to say, Maggie?"

Was he a mind reader all of a sudden? "No, Sir."

"You know, little submissive, you can ask for what you want. I was  serious the other day when I told you I'd put you in a corner with your  nose against the wall for your misbehaviour."

As it had before, the threat frightened her. She'd never been one for  timeouts. Being separated from those she cared about while they went on  with their lives was emotionally debilitating. "I …  I apologise, Mr  Tomlinson."                       
       
           



       

"Just so we're clear, that will be my discipline of choice. I don't think a punishment spanking would work with you."

She shivered.

"Maggie?"

"I think it might be more effective than you realise. Anything that has  caused your anger would upset me." She struggled for words. "It's  different."

"Agreed. But you'd have a mark to remember it, and you might get off on that."

How well he knew her.

"I will never touch you in anger or until we've had the chance to speak.  I urge you to talk to me about anything that bothers you. Come to me,  Maggie. Trust me. We can work through anything as long as we do it  together."

She was starting to get dizzy from being upside down. Her pussy pulsed  from the clamps and, even though they were together, she felt distant.

"Tell me you understand."

"I do, Mr Tomlinson."

"Save yourself from my wrath by hiding nothing from me."

"You're asking a lot."

"No more than what I'm willing to give." He kept her there for another  few minutes in silence, likely giving her a chance to reflect on his  words, before he relented. "You may stand."

Once she had done and had placed her hands behind her head, he said,  "I'll repeat myself. Since your comment was out of line, is there  anything you need to discuss?"

"I … "

He sat on the couch, glass of wine once again in hand.

"I thought I wanted to pretend we'd never been together. It's harder than I'd imagined."

"Even when your mother and the staff have nothing kind to say about me?"

Her blood froze. "Are you angry with me?" If so, why had he invited her here?

"Not at all. I wouldn't agree to scene with you if I was angry. You  deserve only a scene in which the Dom is calm. I'm disappointed. I had  hoped the staff would have learnt we're on the same team."

Even though the criticism wasn't aimed at her, it stung, mostly because  he made an excellent point. She had defended him, but she should have  been doing that from the beginning rather than participating in the  gossip. "Is that why you've avoided me all week?"

"Is that what's bothering you?" he countered.

"Yes." She exhaled. "I missed you."

"Fuck." He leant forwards and placed the glass of wine on the table top.  "Maggie, if you think this is easier for me than it is you, you're  wrong. You were the one who came to my office and laid down the  expectations before that scene. I was trying to abide by your wishes  when what I wanted to do was bend you over and spank you for wearing  stockings and a garter belt to work."

His admission comforted her in a way she hadn't expected. "I didn't sleep well last night," she admitted.

"You will tonight."

Again, that confidence, assuredness, arrogance. He undid her.

"How difficult was it to unburden yourself?"

"Not as bad as I feared," she confessed.

"Remember this. Turn to me, not from me."

"Again, Sir, you have no idea what you're asking of me." She hadn't had  anyone to look after her before, and had never had a sexual relationship  where she felt free to unburden herself.

"A few turns in the corner might add some incentive."

Maggie shivered.

"Sub's choice. If we're going to do this on a regular basis, I demand  your honesty. If you cannot offer it, I can't trust you. If you don't  like my rules, you can safe word out and leave at any time."

"Ah … "

"Question?"

"If I use my safe word, I have to leave?"

"God, no. I'm just saying you have the ultimate power. I have none beyond what you give me. Understand?"

The ease with which he'd discerned something was wrong then uncovered it  should have upset her. Instead, it liberated her. She'd never known  anyone who cared enough to even try. All the other men, whether in a  scene or a vanilla relationship, had allowed her to hide. He was  unnerving.

"I need you to touch me." The clamps now burned as much as his physical distance chafed.

"Nothing would please me more." He moved his drink to the floor and slid  it against the couch for protection. Then he opened the top of the  coffee table.

An array of spanking implements rested on black velvet. "That's a clever toy box, Mr Tomlinson."

"Another of Master Marcus' functional designs. He seems inspired these days."

"I'd say." Who needed a dungeon when you could keep all your naughty secrets hidden in plain sight?                       
       
           



       

He looked at her.

"This was why you checked me for bruises," she said.

"You're onto my nefarious plan. I planned to make my selection with care."

Despite the tension, she smiled. He returned it. The shared moment made the world seem as if it were back on its axis.

He chose a tawse.

"That's serious, Sir."

"Any objection?"

She licked her dry lips. Thrill and trepidation churned a potent mixture in her stomach. "Hell no."

"I didn't think there would be." After closing the lid, he instructed, "Over my lap."

"Yes, Mr Tomlinson."

"Crawl to me."

That wasn't something she'd ever been instructed to do. She'd never  understood the appeal. But once she had lowered herself to all fours,  comprehension dawned. Being on the floor changed her perspective, making  her mindful of her submissiveness. Her body moved in a different way.  Her breasts hung low, her hips swayed and the addition of the clamps  exposed her pussy.

"I like having you naked and on your knees," he said. "That's how I'll keep you."

When she looked up and saw the approval in his electric blue eyes, she  was convinced he meant what he said. The way he perused her made her  insides melt.

She draped herself over his knee, and he jostled her so that her ass was high.

"As you know, this will be worse than the flogger or my hand and likely  worse than my belt. There's no shame in needing a break or requesting  something else."