Dungeon Master by Golden Angel

Chapter Eleven

Gavin

Laid out in front of him, restraints on her limbs, rope around her body, and her pretty arse tipped up in the air, waiting for his hand and the paddle, Leah was a dream come true. He could look at her all day long, tied up pretty and waiting for him. The dark pink shell between her legs was slicker than he’d anticipated, wetting the rope between her pouting lips.

Carefully, he rubbed his fingers around the knot over her clit, and she moaned, lifting her hips, then shuddering as the rope shifted against her tender flesh. Reaching down with his other hand, he gave his cock a hard stroke, already missing the feel of her mouth around him.

Well, the faster he finished tormenting her, the faster he could fuck her. He had been enjoying taking his time, but it was getting harder to take things slowly—pun not intended, despite how hard his dick was.

“Ready, naughty girl?” he asked, trailing his fingers over the soft skin of her buttocks, her pretty cheeks bisected by the rope. He didn’t intend to match her skin to the bright red of the rope, but he might get it pretty close. Between his hand and the leather paddle, it wouldn’t be difficult.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied automatically, shivering. Leah liked being called a ‘naughty girl’ as much as she did a ‘good girl.’ Gavin did his best to oblige by calling her both when they were scening… he also did his best not to overuse them.

“Do ye understand why ye are being punished?” He knew his brogue was thickening as he caressed her cheeks, anticipation licking through him and coming out in his speech.

Leah sighed.

“Because I knelt like a very proper submissive, even though you hadn’t told me to.”

That was his sassy lass. Gavin spanked her thigh, just under her buttock, knowing it would both surprise her and hurt more. She shrieked, jerking, then moaned at the effect her movement had on the ropes before settling back down into position.

“That’s right, love. Don’t try to anticipate your Dom. Wait until you’ve been given an order.”

Rather than waiting for her reply, if she was going to make one, Gavin brought his hand down hard on the upturned curve of her bottom and began her spanking in earnest. Leah cried out again, back arching, then moaned, her head dropping submissively as he swatted her backside. Not too harshly, but not gently either, making sure to cover each cheek thoroughly so she’d be feeling it all over.

* * *

Leah

Whimpering and doing her best not to wriggle too much, Leah panted as Gavin rained down crisp swats against her soft flesh.

Ow, ow, ow.

It hurt. Spankings always hurt, but somehow, her body took the stinging pain, the sharp burn, and morphed it into something different. It wasn’t pleasure, exactly—it still hurt—but at the same time, it felt good.

Not just physically.

The domination, the helplessness of her position, Gavin’s complete control over her all fed into her arousal as much as the punishment. The hot burn from the spanking sank into her, stoking the heat at her core, making her burn hotter and wetter between her legs. The more it hurt, the more she had to take for him, the more submissive she felt. Her nipples throbbed, her pussy and ass clenched, and her hands tugged uselessly at the restraints as he kept spanking her.

With so many sensations coursing through her, mixing together, it was easy to let all her worries, all her frustrations go. Her brain couldn’t hold on to those when she was completely distracted, trying to find a position that wasn’t too painful on her nipples or clit while Gavin turned her ass pink.

By the time he picked up the paddle, her ass felt hot all over, and she moaned as the leather implement was lifted. Anticipation? Protest? A little bit of both. Her skin was already painfully hot, yet she craved more. Needed it.

The paddle crashed down on her ass, and she shrieked. Gavin’s hand was hard, but the paddle was much harder and covered more territory, leaving a burning swath of flesh in its wake. Her clamped nipples rubbed against the leather as she writhed, and the knotted rope rubbed almost painfully against her swollen clit as her ass tightened around the plug.

Fire licked over her skin as Gavin laid down another swat with the paddle, just under the first one.

It hurt. It hurt so good… so bad... it didn’t matter. They were one and the same. From experience, she knew she would still feel this spanking tomorrow morning, which was likely Gavin’s design, but that thought was small and quiet against the exquisite agony wreaking havoc with her senses.

Another blow, smacking against the undercurve of her ass, and Leah’s toes curled. The long blade of the paddle caught both cheeks, and where it landed, slapped against her swollen pussy lips and the base of the plug in her ass. Her sensitive labia stung, and she could feel the reverberations deep inside, thanks to the plug.

“Good girl.” Gavin’s approval sank into her like a wave of warmth, coating her from the inside out with satisfaction.

Hard hands gripped her reddened cheeks, squeezing firmly enough to make her moan again as the sting was reignited by his rough handling.

More, more, more.

He released her, and Leah wanted to wail with the loss of contact. She panted, waiting. Her pussy quivered with hope.

Time for orgasms?

The tension on her ankles gave out, and the part of her brain still functioning cheered. They’d be going back to Gavin’s office now, where he’d fuck her senseless, and she would have all the orgasms she could handle.

He moved beside her and unclipped the wrist restraints from the chair. Strong arms helped her up, surprising her when he lifted her against him. When they were younger, he carried her just like this all the time. As they got older, it had become more sporadic, especially after the divorce.

Unfortunately, Leah didn’t really have time to appreciate it because he was already lowering her down… onto the sex chair. Her muzzy thoughts were slow to catch up, but her confusion came on fast enough.

“What—”

Gavin’s eyes blazed as he propped her with her back up against the high curve, settling her there while his fingers reached behind her. The rope between her legs went slack, then she could feel the head of his cock press up against her pussy. It was slick enough she could tell he’d used lube over his shaft at some point before getting her onto the chair.

Shocked, she stared back at him.

They never fucked in public.

Well, not never, but not since the divorce. After each scene, Gavin would sweep her away to his office as if she was his dirty little secret. They’d fuck like bunnies, but never in front of people. It wasn’t on her hard limits or even her soft. Leah didn’t mind being watched.

She just never expected to be anymore.

His hand splayed over her groin, thumb slipping between the lips of her pussy and pressing as he thrust into her, filling her. Gasping, Leah arched, her hands automatically coming up to push against his chest, her inner muscles tightening as she sank down onto him. All around them, she could hear murmurs of surprise—long-time members who also hadn’t expected the scene to keep going.

Gavin was taking her in front of all of them—the same way he had when they’d been together together—a public re-claiming with witnesses.

Fuck!

* * *

Gavin

He hadn’t planned to have sex in public tonight. In the back of his head, he’d assumed it would be the same as always, but some impulse deep inside him wanted to switch things up. To make it different. To make Leah understand that this wasn’t going to be business as usual.

She might have come into the club to face off with him, to push him into giving her the scene she wanted, but they were doing things on his terms now. There would be no hiding the change in their relationship from everyone else. No waiting to see if she accepted him back into her life before he declared his intentions.

If things went to shit again, everyone would know. It was the most vulnerable he’d ever made himself, and he could tell it shocked her even more than when he’d told their friends he wanted to get back together with her.

Lowering his lips, he kissed her deeply as he began to rock his hips. The chair’s positioning meant she was sort of on top of him but still under his control. One hand on her hip, the other still positioned so he could rub her clit in slow circles, held her in place while he moved, pressing her against the chair’s back.

Her fingers massaged his chest muscles, her head falling back when he released her lips, baring her throat to him. He kissed his way down, thrusting and grinding against her clit the whole way. The trail of rope that had been between her legs now hung down from the rope dress, draping over his leg and tickling him in a somewhat distracting manner.

Leah whimpered beneath him, squirming when his chest pushed against her breasts. Her pink nipples were red, still trapped in the grip of the clamps. She shuddered when Gavin used the chair to push her a little further up, allowing him to suck one into his mouth, clamp and all, while he continued to impale her on his cock.

“Gavin!” Her nails dug into him, and he moved harder, faster, feeling her pussy quivering around him as her orgasm approached. His tongue swept over the exposed tip of her nipple, and he sucked hard.

Crying out, Leah clung to him, shuddering and clenching around him. She was already tighter than usual, thanks to the plug, but when she came, her muscles clamped down in a stranglehold on his cock.

He leaned into her, making small movements with his hips as he released her nipple from his lips, moving his hand, so he could rub his pubic bone against her clit, drawing another cry from her lips as she spasmed with the sweet ecstasy of her release.

Sliding his hand up her ribs to her breast, he removed the clamp he’d been sucking on, and Leah shrieked as the blood rushed back into the tortured bud.

* * *

Leah

The tumult of sensations cascading through her body was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, so overwhelming it was becoming impossible to tell which was which. Her brain interpreted it all the same.

The release of one nipple, then the other from the clamps, made her pulse pound in her ears. Gavin’s large body pressed against hers, his mouth covering her lips, claiming them for another kiss and trapping her between him and the back of the chair. Leah wrapped her legs and arms around him, clinging to him as if he was her anchor in the storm of passion that threatened to drown her.

Ecstasy poured through her in waves, pain and pleasure swirling inside her as his chest moved against hers, abrading her nipples, his cock filling her over and over, body rocking against her clit. The hard thrusts bounced her ass off the chair, sparking a delicious new burn where she’d been spanked.

“Mo chridhe…” He moaned the words, and Leah screamed as another bout of rapture wracked her senses.

Hearing the endearment while they were having sex in the middle of the Outlands… The past and the present were colliding, breaking down the barriers that had been between them, shattering her defenses, and tears sparked in her eyes. Right now, it felt real.

It all felt so real.

And she didn’t want to lose it again.