He patted the bed and helped her in before reaching under the covers and pulling a chain to her foot, clipping it onto her right ankle cuff.
Just as she was thinking he at least hadn't locked her in place, he pulled three small padlocks from her bedside drawer. She stayed still as he secured the chains to wrist and ankle cuffs, and her collar. They all seemed to use the same key, which he draped around his neck. Again.
"Pets must be locked up at night, to keep them safe.” He slid two fingers into her, pushing on the njoy from inside, and making her groan. He held his fingers up, so the light reflected their shiny wetness. She opened her mouth as they moved towards her face, tasting herself as she cleaned them. He continued as if he hadn't stopped. “And to keep them from playing with themselves. Lay down and I'll cover you up and rub your back, help you go to sleep."
It was early, and she hadn't thought she'd be able to sleep, especially as horny as she was. But, true to his word, he rubbed her back, and it wasn't long before her eyelids closed and sleep took her.
She awakened with a start, needing to pee. The clock told her it was a little after one in the morning. She hated to rouse him, but didn't see a way around it.
"Sir? Zach? Can you wake up, please?"
He woke right away, rolling over and laying his arm over her, caressing her breast. “Yes, my pet. What do you need?"
"I have to go to the bathroom, please."
He nodded and pulled the key over his head, unlocking her ankle from the chain. “Stay put, let me come around and help you out of bed."
She did as instructed, and let him help her into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet and left, thank goodness, but it took a few seconds to remember the coordination required to release her bladder while holding something in with her rectal muscles. When she finished she realized she couldn't dry herself, and was trying to figure out what to do when he was back at the door. “Are you done, pet? Ready to be wiped?"
She groaned inwardly, but said, “Yes, Sir."
He didn't make a big production, just patted her dry and helped her up, like it was nothing. When they reached the bedroom he eased her down onto her knees and stepped forward, lowering his pajamas and aiming his semi-hard cock at her mouth. She opened obediently, but within a few minutes he pulled out of her mouth without warning, pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of his reading chair. He wasn't rough, exactly, but wasn't gentle either, and being moved without consideration made her pussy flame into arousal.
She heard a condom package opening, a snap of (she hoped) the cap of a lube bottle, and then he was behind her, pulling the njoy out, and heading straight in with his cock.
She wasn't used to his size, and yelped when he first went in. He held still a brief moment, letting her adjust, but quickly began fucking her in earnest. She had no idea if she'd be allowed to come or not, but within a few minutes she was pretty damn close. Before she was quite there he picked up his pace and plunged in a final time, making a low pitched noise as his orgasm took over. He stayed in, his hands on the arm of the chair beside her hips as he caught his breath. Just as Dana thought he might stick around and get her off, he pulled out with an order to stay put.
He returned with a damp towel, methodically cleaned her, put the cloth in the hamper, replaced the njoy, and helped her back into bed, taking the time to lock her ankle cuff to the chain again.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"I really want to come. Please?"
He reached for her tender nipples, manipulating them between his fingertips, hurting them, and making her squirm, the sensation diving straight from nipples to clit. “I like knowing you want to come. There'll be plenty of orgasms for you tomorrow."
She moaned in frustration as he rolled over, obviously planning to return to sleep. She moaned again, and he said, “If you keep me awake on purpose you'll be punished. Wake me if you need me, but I consider an orgasm a want, not a need. Good night, pet."
She whispered a frustrated “Good night, Sir,” and closed her eyes, willing her body to calm down and let her fall asleep. She finally began contemplating the right window treatment for her client's formal dining room, and drifted off while considering fabric choices.
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Chapter Ten
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Dana awakened before Zach the next morning, needing to use the restroom. Again. She decided to tough it out and not wake him, but within a few minutes her bladder insisted.
He woke right up, smiling at her the instant their eyes met.
"Can you unlock me from the bed, please?"
"Unless there's a reason, I'm pretty happy holding you captive, pet."
"There's a reason. Please?"