In His Cuffs(9)

"Are you challenging me now, Mr Tomlinson?" she asked quietly.

"Not at all."

She raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"Okay," he admitted. "Perhaps."

"Give me your best, Mr Tomlinson. I can take it."

He grinned. This was the Maggie he knew, the Maggie he respected and  admired. She was so unlike any sub he'd been involved with. Of course he  knew tough-minded businesswomen, a few athletes, even a politician. Yet  Maggie's exterior, combined with her complex and demanding  vulnerability, ensnared him. "I'd like to leave you restrained."

"If it pleases you, Mr Tomlinson."

"I need to know if your body is able to tolerate the stress."

"I'm not uncomfortable."

"In that case … " Satisfied she was all right mentally as well as physically, he donned a condom and fetched the clamps again.

Her eyes had widened and she tracked his every move.

He removed the weights before saying, "You've had enough of a break, I think."

"I'm sure you know best, Mr Tomlinson."

"How is it that no one has beaten you for your impudent tone?"

She gave an impish smile. "There's been no need as I'm always sincere."

"Honest, too."

"You have a beautiful cock, Mr Tomlinson."

Her statement caught him off guard.

"I hadn't really noticed you were naked until now," she added.

Her scrutiny made him harder.

"Are you going to fuck me with it? Surely you're not going to let that erection go to waste?"

"Sub-"

"I could suck it for you, Sir."

"That's one way to shut you up."

"It's effective, too," she agreed.

The mechanics of that were difficult, but not impossible. He held her  head in one palm and brought her closer to him. It stretched her neck,  but she didn't protest. Instead, she stuck out her tongue, seeking his  cock. With his free hand, he stroked his shaft. Then he guided it  towards her mouth.

She pressed her tongue against the underneath of his cock and opened  wide to accept him. He noticed she'd closed her eyes and was making  little sounds of pleasure. He'd had his dick sucked dozens, maybe  hundreds of times, and he enjoyed it more when he knew his sub was into  it.

She took him as deep as she could with the awkward position, and she  strained against her cuffs, trying to use her hands. The image combined  with the sensation of her tongue and suction of her mouth was almost  enough to make him spill.

When she slid up, he squeezed her jaw and withdrew his cock. "Not so fast."

"But, Mr Tomlinson, I was enjoying that, and I want-"

"Quiet," he instructed. "This is about what I want."

She looked at him, but she closed her mouth.

"Smart princess," he said.

Maggie snapped her teeth together.

"That was a little disrespectful," he warned her.

"Of course you're right, Mr Tomlinson. I'm sorry."

Though she might have used the right words, she'd chosen the wrong tone.  And she glared at him rather than looking away to express her  contrition. And with the basic training she'd had, no doubt she knew the  difference.

He crouched next to her, dug a hand into her hair and yanked her head back.

Her eyes widened from the pain.

"If you have something you want to discuss, say so. But I won't tolerate  that type of behaviour either here or outside the Den." He chose his  next words deliberately to emphasise the differences in their stations  as well as his displeasure. "Am I clear, sub?"

"Crystal, Mr Tomlinson."

He loosened his grip on her hair.

"I object to you being condescending with the princess comment."

"Thank you for saying what's on your mind." He traced the pad of his  thumb across her cheekbone. Keeping his voice soft and gentle, he said,  "I was not being condescending, Maggie. It was simply an acknowledgement  that I recognised your compliance and that you'd chosen the correct  path. I liked the way you were sucking my dick, and I appreciate that  you would have continued. But I have a scene in mind and that was not  part of it. I should hope you know me well enough to know I respect you  and your brain. Here, I need you to trust me."                       
       
           



       

She blinked. "I … "

"Communicate with me, Maggie, all times, about all things. I will  forgive your mockery this once, but with the warning that next time,  retribution will be swift."

She shuddered.

"Any further questions?"

"No, Sir, Mr Tomlinson."

"Then tell me you understand what I said."

"I should communicate with you. Sarcasm has no place between us, and you will punish me if I use it again."

"Perfect," he said. "You agree to that stipulation?"

"I do, Sir."

"Then we're clear."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Her sincerity undid him. "I accept your apology," he said. By slow  measures, he released his tight grip on her hair. He also dropped his  other hand so that he wasn't touching her and influencing her decision  when he asked, "Shall we continue?"

She bit into her lower lip, appearing thoughtful.

A few seconds passed without her responding. Finally she spoke. "I'd like to."

David debated his next action, aware of his responsibilities to her, to  them, to the scene. Tension lingered in the atmosphere, and he knew she  needed to feel forgiven and emotionally safe. "Do you need me to loosen  or remove any of your cuffs?"

"No, Mr Tomlinson."

As he stood, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

She inhaled and held the breath.

"How do you feel about butt plugs?"

She was forced to exhale so she could answer. "Sir?"

He kept a careful eye on her as he crossed to the counter. Seeing he had her attention, he held up a rather large glass plug.

"Yikes," she said.

He had no intention of starting her with that one, but she didn't need  to know that. She just needed to slip back into the correct state of  mind before he touched her sexually again. "Do you object to me using it  on you?"

"I am okay with anal, Mr Tomlinson. That just seems a bit extreme."

"And if it's my pleasure?"

For a moment, she was silent. When she spoke, her voice was soft and a bit uncertain. "Then I will do whatever you ask."

He believed her. Since she said she had some experience, he settled on  one that was medium sized. Made from surgical grade stainless steel,  this was one of his favourites-it had a circle on the end that he could  place his finger through and move it as he desired.

"I'll make sure you're prepared first."

"Sir is too kind."

"I presume you'll be appreciative?"

"Most certainly, Mr Tomlinson."

After coating his forefinger with lubricant, he returned to her. He  pressed his finger against her tightest hole. "Open up," he told her  while easing in as far as his first knuckle. He withdrew then  re-entered, stretching her as he went. "Relax, pet."

He knew that wasn't necessarily easy as there was no support beneath her hips. But it also prevented her from pulling away.

After several strokes, he sank his finger all the way inside and wiggled it about a bit to stretch her.

She exhaled softly. "Mmm," she said.

"That sounds like pleasure."

"It is. I'm ready for more if it suits you, Mr Tomlinson."

"You are into this." She had warned him that she would ask for more rather than using a safe word.

"I don't get to scene as often as I would like, so I want to enjoy every moment."

"Anything to ensure your satisfaction," he told her. He crossed to the  counter, rinsed his hands then rolled on a condom before liberally  dousing the plug with lube.

In the few seconds he was gone, he heard her slight movements as she  adjusted her body against her restraints. She seemed somewhat restless  with his absence. He wasn't sure why that delighted him so much, but it  did. Perhaps it was because of her independent, self-confident air.  Regardless, she silently communicated her need of his dominance, and  every male instinct responded.

She stiffened when he placed the tip at the entrance to her anus.

"That's cold," she protested.

"Shall I warm it for you next time, princess?"

"Whatever you desire, Sir," she responded.

"Don't think I'm not storing up a list of your cheeky transgressions. A  little gratitude that I didn't put it on ice wouldn't be amiss."

"You'd do that?"

"Try me."

"This feels just fine," she said hurriedly. "Thank you for your kindness and generosity, Mr Tomlinson."

As she'd spoken, he'd worked the metal inside her, twisting it slightly  as he pushed before pulling it back. He used restrained motions, giving  her only a little at a time. Her words had been partially bravado, if  the way she tightened the muscles in her legs was any indication. The  plug had a considerably larger girth than his finger. "You're almost  there," he assured her as he neared the biggest part.