Dungeon Master by Golden Angel

Chapter Ten

Leah

Despite her bravado, Leah wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold this position. She definitely needed to start working out again. On the other hand, pure stubbornness would keep her in place for far longer than she probably wanted. She didn’t think Gavin would have her bent over here for too long. Not when there was a bondage sex chair right next to them, waiting for an occupant.

In her position, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but when he got something from his bag and walked around behind her, she was willing to bet it had something to do with her ass. A moment later, his hand pressed against the small of her back, and something cold, hard, and slick touched her anus.

Really? No warmup or anything, just straight for my butt?

Anything anal always made her feel as if she was doing something she shouldn’t be, which turned her on. Yet she couldn’t stifle her whimper when he pushed the plug in, slow and steady. It wasn’t a very large plug, but it wasn’t the smallest he had. Long, tapered, and thick enough to burn when the widest part approached the tight ring of her entrance. Leah panted, doing her best not to shift her weight as he filled her.

Apparently, it didn’t matter how old she got. There was still a little part of her that primly felt only bad girls took it in the ass. Perversely, feeling like a bad girl only made her more aroused. Her muscles clenched around the toy filling her, and she gasped when Gavin twisted the base, spinning it inside of her and lighting up all the little nerve endings surrounding it.

It shouldn’t feel so good, but it always did. Good. Wrong. Hot. Degrading. Arousing. Everything at once.

Gavin didn’t usually start out a scene going straight for her ass because he knew the effect anal had on her, so she couldn’t help but wonder if he was deliberately trying to shake things up for them or if he was completely winging it.

“My bonny lass,” he murmured, tugging gently on the plug, so it pressed against the inside of her entrance. Leah whimpered again. Her legs and core muscles were starting to feel the burn of her position more now, but she didn’t want him to stop. She’d been bent over in front of him like this so many times, but it never seemed to lose its appeal for either of them.

Leah whimpered, wriggling slightly, and Gavin let go of the plug, giving her bottom a nice, sharp smack. The pain reverberated through her, mingling with the pleasure from being filled by the plug, and Leah moaned. Yes, this was what she’d wanted—needed—w

when she’d decided to storm into the Outlands tonight. What she’d hoped Gavin would give her.

“Stand up straight, love.” His hand caressed the spot he’d swatted as he gave the order, soothing the burn he’d ignited.

Feeling almost dizzy from the combination of holding her position and her needy arousal, she didn’t protest when he gently helped her stand straight, his hands assisting to steady her balance. The muscles of her stomach and legs wanted to sag in relief.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said automatically. Even though a little part of her pride was pricked when she needed help to do something so simple these days, she still appreciated that Gavin always stepped in to assist without asking. It made her feel cared about.

“Good girl.”

The accolade warmed her from the inside out, the way it always did. When she was younger, she’d felt conflicted whenever she was praised with what should have felt like patronizing approval. Now, she loved being called a good girl because that’s what she wanted to be… unless she was in the mood to be a naughty girl. Her ass clenched around the plug at the thought. It made her feel naughty, yet it was a reminder to be good at the same time.

Would he go for anal sex? That was normally reserved for funishment sessions, so she was unsure how he planned for tonight to go. The inability to guess his intentions ramped up her anxiety and excitement.

* * *

Gavin

Returning to his bag, Gavin turned his head enough to watch Leah’s reaction as he pulled out the long length of silky red rope, neatly bundled together. Her tongue darted out to lick nervously at her lower lip, her face showing her surprise, and he grinned. Nice to know she hadn’t guessed he’d be using the rope tonight.

He wasn’t a Shibari master, but he knew the basics well enough to put her in a pretty rope dress with some conveniently placed knots.

Undoing the knot keeping the rope bundled together, Gavin walked back toward her, pulling the rope free and readying it for use. She didn’t react outwardly, but he could tell Leah was practically wriggling with excitement and apprehension. With that length of rope, he could pretty much do as he pleased.

“Let me know if anything feels too tight,” he reminded her as he started to wrap her in the rope.

“Yes, Sir.”

Over, under, around… Leah’s breathing began to even out as he looped the rope around her neck and began to tie the knots at various points down the front of her before he looped the rest of it around her. When he ran the tail up between her legs to the small loop at her back, she moaned and rocked her hips forward, making him grin widely. The last knot on her front was perfectly positioned against her clit, and now that he had the tail pulled through, it would press that sensitive nubbin as well as pushing against the base of her plug. Which was exactly why the first thing he’d done was plug her.

Still, she knew better than that.

Gavin smacked her ass, the opposite cheek from the one he’d swatted last time.

“Naughty girl, stay still,” he warned. A soft whimper was her only response, but her quivering quieted again.

Separating the ropes at her back, he moved around to her front again, crossing them over her body. The rope began to frame her breasts and her stomach, ending just above her hips. Leah sighed as he finished tying her off. Seeing the red rope against her pale skin, the way she held so very still for him, his cock throbbed in response.

When they were younger, he had her kneel at this point to suck him off, so he could regain his control before moving on. Now that he was older, he didn’t always have two rounds in him, and his self-control was far greater than it had been in his youth. Though, for old time’s sake…

Unbuckling the sides of his kilt with quick ease born of long familiarity with the process, he tossed the fabric onto the low end of the sex chair. He’d move it later if he needed to.

His cock jutted out in front of him, hard and heavy. Gavin had begun shaving years ago when the grey started coming in, which had the happy side effect of making him look even bigger. Leah’s gaze had dropped down to his groin. Knowing she was looking at him made his blood throb as he grew even larger.

“On your knees again, love.”

Leah lowered herself down, letting her hands drop to her thighs. Gavin reached out to sweep her hair up into two hands, pulling it to the back of her head in a ponytail. It took him less than a moment before he was using it to guide her forward. Her lips parted, and she took him between them, making him groan as the silky heat of her mouth engulfed his cock.

She knew exactly how to rub her tongue along his shaft, the sensitive spot beneath the mushroom head that always made him shudder, and the way he liked to have her slide all the way down, then suck hard as she pulled back. Tightening his grip on her hair as he wrestled with his own self-control, he watched her smoothly move her lips over his shaft, her head bobbing back and forth. The expression on her face was almost peaceful, the combination of the rope dress bondage and servicing a Dom having a palpable effect on her.

“Such a pretty cocksucker,” he murmured appreciatively, enjoying the humming vibrations of her pleased response. Damn him, but she was beautiful. He never got tired of the sight of her on her knees before him, but this isn’t where he wanted to spend himself.

Allowing himself to enjoy the leisurely blowjob for a few more long, pleasurable minutes, Gavin finally tugged her away, reluctantly leaving the sweet warmth of her mouth.

“Up, love. It’s time for your punishment.”

Her eyes lit up with anticipation.

* * *

Leah

Mouth still watering from the blow job, Leah felt a little woozy, a little drunk on pleasure. High on it, even. Gavin wasn’t following the normal sequence of events their scenes followed, which was throwing her off and exciting her.

While she’d had his cock in her mouth, her ass had been squeezing around the plug, reveling in the sensation of being filled at both ends, and her needy pussy had been left empty. It wasn’t untouched. The rope wedged between her lips was getting wetter and wetter from her slickness. She doubted they’d need the lube tonight, though Gavin would likely use some anyway, just in case.

Every time she shifted position, the knot pressing against her clit shifted as well, rubbing against her most sensitive spot and teasing her. It wasn’t nearly enough to get her off, but it was more than enough to frustrate and stimulate.

Again, Gavin helped her to her feet before pulling her hair back and using a hairband he’d had on his wrist to secure it in a ponytail behind her head. He’d gone back to his toy bag for nipple clamps and a leather paddle.

Setting the paddle down on the sex chair, he moved to her front, cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Her nipples were already standing at attention, dark pink and eager to be tormented. The clamps he held were her favorite, rubber-tipped and spring-loaded; they’d pinch hard enough to bite but wouldn’t be unduly harsh. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, and she had to fight the urge to wriggle to shift the knot against her clit.

Gavin’s blue eyes bore into hers, alight with the anticipation of erotically torturing her. While she wouldn’t call him a full-on sadist, he certainly had a streak, and she was masochistic enough to love it.

Holding her gaze, so he could watch the change in her expression, he cupped her breast, squeezing it gently before applying the clamp. Leah sucked in a breath, trapped by his eyes and unable to look away, even as the sharp pinch of pain swept through her. Her nipple throbbed in protest against the tight confines of the clamp, then she slowly let out her breath as the sharpness of the initial pinch faded to a more manageable pulsing pain.

The inner muscles of her pussy were fluttering in time with the way her ass clenched around the plug, sending slow waves of hot arousal flowing through her, mingling with the erotic torture and creating entirely new sensations. The endorphins were sending her higher and higher. Then he added the second clamp.

Leah moaned, shuddering at the first hot flash of pain, followed by the slow, smooth roll of pleasure that spread through her like molasses being poured through her veins. Her nipples throbbed, twin points of pain on her chest, while her need coiled in her lower belly. Her clit throbbed, too, swollen and aching for more touch, while the steady pressure of the knot against it kept pressing and pressing, similar to the way the clamps kept their steady grip but without the painful element.

“Good girl. Now let’s get you positioned over the chair, love.”

Bent over with the leather paddle in front of her, the rope between her legs felt even tighter, shoving the plug deeper inside her and rubbing more firmly against her clit. Gavin had positioned her over the high end of the chair, arranging her like a doll before wrapping leather restraints around her wrists and ankles, attaching them to the chair, spreading her legs and arms wide.

Her body was supported by the upper curve, which meant her breasts and nipples were pressing against the leather unless she arched her back to relieve the pressure on her clamped nipples. That position was not only uncomfortable and hard to hold, it tightened all the ropes and rubbed the knot against her clit in a painful manner. As predicament bondage went, it wasn’t the worst, but it was delightfully devious.

She knew once he started spanking her, and her body reacted, it was only going to get worse.