Authors: Frances Stockton
“You’re not happy,” she commented, lifting her chin. “I’ll
make it up to you, Master.” Without any provocation, she picked up her foot and
placed it on the chair, giving him a peep show of a newly trimmed pussy.
A little stunned by that revelation, Ethan set aside the
salad tongs he’d been using and gave her his undivided attention.
“Do that again,” he told her, wanting to make sure he saw
what he thought he saw.
Unafraid, Morgan once again presented her pussy by lifting
the end of her nighty and revealing that she had trimmed her pubic hairs to a
narrow strip that covered her mons.
He couldn’t wait to get his fingers and tongue on her pussy
now. Now that she’d started, she could count on going completely bare whenever
he wanted.
“You, my little sub, have been very, very naughty,” Ethan
said, strolling up to her and catching her about the waist to keep her right as
she was. “Who told you to trim your pubic hair?”
“No one, I wanted to surprise you,” she said, her voice
dipping to a sultry note Ethan had never heard.
“Did you think this little peep show and baby-doll get-up
was going to get you out of the discipline you’ve been begging for all day? I
told you to come down naked. You are not naked.”
“I’m naked underneath this nighty,” she challenged.
Ethan shook his head. “Tsk, tsk, seductress, that answer
simply solidified your fate for the rest of the evening.”
“But…I’m hungry. I’d hoped we could eat and maybe go on that
tour you promised.”
“When I’m ready, I will show you the house. And I’ll feed
you soon.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, sub. One thing before we eat, did you do
what I asked with the suitcases?”
“Everything’s put away in proper order. I even placed the
hanging clothes in the closet.”
“You didn’t need to do that.” Ethan knew she had
reservations about small spaces.
“The closet is huge and I kept the door open when I was in
there. Ethan, I feel at home in your room. Not once did it feel as though
anyone was watching me when I was in the closet and I wasn’t bothered when I
touched things that belong to you.”
Ethan wrapped his arms around her tighter, coaxing her leg
off the chair so that she stood tall. The pumps on her feet gave her added
height. “What did you touch, honey?”
“Your clothes, your shaving supplies in the bathroom and a
few of the sex toys you’d stored in the bedside tables. You have glass dildos
in there. I’ve never tried them before.”
“For your honesty, you will be rewarded. But I do believe I
told you not to do anything other than follow the instructions I’d given when I
left.”
“Aren’t you pleased? When I’m with you, even if it’s the
same house, I’m free of the burdensome headaches or confusing images that come
at me.”
“Yes, I am pleased to know that. Now tell me why you really
searched our bedroom.”
“Ours?”
“It’s ours now, didn’t you know that?”
Morgan smiled, her face lighting up with pleasure and making
Ethan’s heart race.
“You’ve no idea how happy that makes me. Please, can we stay
here more often than in Salem? I do like it there, it’s where I work. But here
is where I belong, with you.”
“If it makes you happy, we can do that. I’ll call Phalen
tomorrow or Sunday and see if he’ll let us use his studio when you want to stay
overnight in Salem. Okay?”
“I hope Phalen says yes. I’ve been in his apartment above
his shop with Cassie. I like it there. It’s huge and the kitchen is adorable.”
“If it means you’re safe, Phalen will agree, especially to
the dog. You realize its official.”
“What is?” she asked, staring up at him with trust and love.
“That we’re living together.”
“Do you think Taran will mind?”
“As long as we don’t invade his space, no, he won’t mind. He
likes you.”
“I like him too,” she admitted, the look on her face
changing to the one she’d worn when she saw Taran wearing only a towel.
“Do me a favor, Morgan,” Ethan said.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t stare at either of my brothers’ asses, unless you
want to have my palm print on your ass as a result.”
“I did not stare at Taran’s ass.”
“Wasn’t that you who mentioned the Maddox brothers’ ass?”
“Well, yes, but your ass is way better than Phalen’s and
Taran’s. And I’ve no desire to see either of them in anything less than a towel
or a bathing suit.”
“All right then, there’s still the matter of your
disobedience. Not only did you wear clothing when I told you not to, you
searched the bedroom for the dungeon, true?”
Morgan was thinking about denying it. He could see her
mentally fighting herself and gauging how she should answer. “I found nothing
other than handcuffs and the dildos in the bedside table to the right.”
“Were you supposed to do that?”
“No, Detective,” she answered.
“Who?”
“No, Master. My curiosity got the better of me.”
“Very well, you need to be taught a lesson. Turn around and
kiss the wall.”
“What…the wall?” Before she could ask more questions, Ethan
spun her about so that she could see the wall he’d referred to. “You don’t mean
to literally kiss the wall.”
“I mean what I say.”
He could feel Morgan straining to look up at him, trying to
silently plead with him to let her out of kissing the wall. There was no way in
hell he was backing down.
She knew what would happen when she walked down wearing the
nighty. As hot as she looked, he’d wanted naked. He’d meant it. And she was
about to find out how serious he was when he gave a command.
Giving her a gentle push toward the wall covered with homey
yellow and blue wallpaper, Ethan waited until Morgan went up close and
obediently kissed the wall.
So damn proud of her for not backing down from what must
seem ridiculously simple to her, Ethan used the distraction to move over to the
utility drawer and snatch a pair of scissors.
He moved up behind her, keeping the scissors out of sight.
“Face me, sub,” he told her.
Morgan did so. Still very pretty and incredibly sexy, she
kept her eyes on him.
“Stay very still now,” he warned, bringing out the scissors
so she could see them.
Her eyes went wide as saucers. Her mouth dropped open.
“Ethan,” she whispered, gulping.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Stay still,” he said calmly,
keeping very steady as he snipped first one strap of the nighty, then the
other.
Tossing the scissors on the counter to her right, he watched
as the black silk slipped downward, leaving her naked save the pool of material
at her feet and those incredibly sexy pumps.
The flush of arousal had stolen all over her body. Her
nipples were rosy and ripe for sucking. The gentle swell of her perfectly sized
breasts invited him to fuck them and watch as cum clung to her nipples.
He’d love nothing more than to fuck her up against the wall,
just like this. But he was going to dress her in things he wanted her to wear,
leather, chains and cuffs. Had she come down naked, he’d have given her
something pretty and feminine to wear.
Fortunately, he’d calculated right about how she’d test him.
She’d wanted to see if she could seduce him out of disciplining her.
“Kick off the pumps and step out of the nightgown.”
Morgan did so without a murmur of discontent. “Now what,
Master?”
“First you find out what happens to bad little submissives
when they disobey.”
“And then?”
“We eat. Turn around and kiss the wall.”
“Again?”
“Did I stutter? Be very careful, I will not keep repeating
myself.
“Sorry, Master,” she whispered, turning away as told and
pressing her lips against the wall.
“Stay exactly as I put you. Don’t move. Don’t be afraid.
Don’t speak until I address you again.”
With that, he walked away. He swore he heard Morgan mumble,
but then she settled as he went to prepare for the remainder of the night.
Chapter Ten
Despite the fact that Morgan stood there kissing a
wall
,
she didn’t dare move. She’d begun to memorize the pattern of yellow and blue
flowers. It was quaint and she always liked pretty colors like these for a
kitchen.
But she’d no idea what the rest of the kitchen looked like.
She hadn’t had time to look. She’d walked in hoping to seduce Ethan right then
and there. She’d hoped he’d strip her and fuck her.
He sure did strip her, with a pair of scissors and a couple
of snips. So much for looking sexy for her man! Next time, she’d come down
wearing a coat of armor, see if Ethan liked that.
Though she tried her best to settle her nerves and listen
for Ethan, she was fighting her fury. Fury because he made her kiss a wall and
then left her standing there nude!
The fact that she was soaking wet and incredibly turned-on
didn’t appease her. She needed him, dammit! Where was he? What was he doing?
Morgan wanted to know. It was killing her with curiosity not
to know. Yet she knew better than to move. She couldn’t even call out to him.
Suddenly, she felt him near. He was in the hallway, a clink
of chains reached her.
Chains? Really?
Oh hell, she really was in trouble. Wasn’t that what she
came down here looking for when she opted to wear a nightgown and trim her
pubic hair with Ethan’s razor?
Would shaving all but a slender strip of pubic hair result
in reward or discipline? Her money was on discipline, which would ultimately be
her reward. Right?
Ethan came into the kitchen. Morgan remained calm.
He wouldn’t hurt her, no matter if she pushed him a little.
Although she did disobey his orders and look around the bedroom for any sign of
a dungeon.
She knew it was there somewhere. She could feel it calling
to her. Perhaps Ethan transformed the room into a dungeon when it was
necessary.
For that matter, how many other women had been introduced to
his dark, secret world? Jealousy reared its ugly head in Morgan’s chest,
compelling her to move.
She didn’t. She stayed very still when she heard Ethan move
in very close.
“You did well,” he praised, taking hold of her braid to tug
it a little. “You didn’t move.”
“How do you know I didn’t?”
“Did I grant permission to speak?”
Damn! She’d forgotten. Biting her tongue, she resumed
kissing the darned wall.
If she French kissed the wallpaper, would she violate his
command? Half tempted to find out what would happen, she thought it best not
to.
His hands came around her hips, pulling on her until her
legs were away from the wall, but her mouth remained in place.
“For the rest of the night, you’re going to have to rely
completely on me, Morgan. Do you understand and agree? You may speak now.”
“Thank you,” she said first. “Yes, I trust you.”
He freed her hair and stroked his hand down her bare back.
“You’re so beautiful. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a lovelier woman than you.”
“But women loved you. Girls sneaked into your bedroom. How
many have seen your secret dungeon?”
“I can’t deny my history with women. But I’ve only had the
room since Phalen moved out. Everything I supplied in the dungeon was made by
my hands and it’s all meant for you. No woman has crossed that threshold.”
The relief that washed through her was as real and thrilling
as the arousal that continued to build in her pussy. Her clit was starving for
attention. Her nipples ached.
“Were you jealous, sub?”
“Yes, Master.”
“No reason to be. There’s been no one for me since we met. Now
you’re the only one.”
“We’ve known each other since Cassie and Phalen moved into
their stores,” Morgan said. “I watched you lug heavy furniture and supplies
into Phalen’s tattoo shop, then offer the same assistance to Cassie.”
“I knew Phalen had found his woman. He saw her across the
parking lot and fell hard. I never thought it’d take him as long as it did to
win her over.”
“And that happened to you…with me?”
“Yes, it did.” Ethan’s confidence did not waver.
Again she heard the rattle of chains and metal. What was he
doing? Refusing to ask, Morgan willed herself to behave.
This was why she’d chosen to put on the nightgown. She’d
disobeyed. She had to pay for it. Hopefully, she’d pay for it in spades and
orgasms.
Something cool and smooth wrapped around her waist. Morgan
so wanted to look down. She stayed still, very still, letting Ethan do his
worst.
Telling herself that he’d never harm her, she let him wrap
what she guessed was a wide belt around her waist. She felt more tugs, some
kind of metal straps and then heard the telltale click and lock of cuffs,
several cuffs.
“Open your legs for me, sub,” Ethan said.
Morgan did as she was told. More metal, more smoothness…was
that leather hugging her waist and thighs now? Were those real handcuffs she
heard clicking into place?
Metal met her vaginal slit and Morgan drew in a shaky,
nervous breath. No way! No way was Ethan dressing her in leather, chains and
cuffs. Sure enough, one of the steel-cold cuffs hugged her pussy opening
exactly.
By placing the cuff there, Ethan made her extremely aware of
her femininity, of her vagina and the slickness of her engorged labia and clit.
Something sharp snagged her clit, pinching.
She almost didn’t realize Ethan’s hand had been between her
legs. When he withdrew, the pinching remained. At first it wasn’t exactly
comfortable. The cuffs made her vaginal opening feel open and vulnerable.
Her tender erect clitoris throbbed with the unmitigated need
to come.
“Ethan, did you clamp my clit?”
“Do you like it, sweetie?”
Did she like it? How did one answer that? Magically, the
pinch made her more aroused. She was acutely aware of every throb and pulse of
blood in the small, nerve-rich nubbin of flesh.
“Yes,” she answered.
“That’s my Morgan. Brave, always so brave,” he murmured,
petting her head so sweetly that she almost cried. “For now, you may ask
questions.”
“May I stop kissing the wall now, Master? Please. I’ll
behave.”
“I know you will.” He drew her farther away from the wall
and turned her.
She expected Ethan to be wearing Dom gear or perhaps be
naked. He wore the same clothes he’d been wearing all afternoon, jeans and a
polo shirt.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I’d thought you’d be wearing something else.”
He grinned, reminding her of a predator. “We’ll get there.
First, you need nourishment.”
“I am hungry.”
“Before we dine, let’s finish getting you ready for supper.”
Morgan took a chance and glanced down at herself as Ethan
added a bra made of metal police-issue cuffs to her ensemble. As she’d guessed,
he’d put a leather belt around her waist. O-rings were strategically placed
above her hips and stomach.
Thin leather straps went down her hips from the belt, wound
around in an X pattern and two more belts were secured around her thighs. Each
belt had an O-ring. Added to the leather were a series of chains and several
pairs of handcuffs.
No plastic, child-like cuffs for Ethan. Oh no, he’d
refashioned real cuffs into what looked a chastity belt, except her mons was
bare and her pussy was actually being spread open by the metal cuff centered
around her opening. The other half of the cuffs was against her butt, framing
her asshole.
“Oh my,” she uttered, unsure what to say.
Ethan finished binding her by cuffing her wrists to the
O-rings at her waist. She stood there, completely bound to his will and
helpless. And she swore she was about to come right then and there.
She wasn’t even all that comfortable. Her outfit, if one
could call it that, was heavy and the metal cuffs were thick and unyielding.
The bra-handcuffs hugged her pert breasts, lifting them way better than a
pushup bra could promise. Her nipples were achy and erect, demanding some
attention.
Her clit was perfectly happy. Her nipples were as lonely as
her empty pussy. But there was no way she’d complain. He might take everything
off.
“Now you’re wearing what I want you to wear,” Ethan said,
his face flushing slightly as he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Would I have been wearing this no matter what I came
downstairs in?” she asked curiously.
“If you’d come down naked I’d have fed you by now and taken
you into our dungeon, Morgan.”
“That doesn’t really answer the question.”
“It’s the answer you’re getting. Time to eat or the salad
will wilt and what fun is it to eat lettuce that’s not crispy?”
Morgan’s tummy growled. Ethan took that as a sign to help
her over to the dinette and into a seat. Sitting was difficult, mainly because
the chains pulled taut, the cuffs pressed against her delicate vagina and ass
and the clamp…the clamp bit a little, quickly transforming into dark, unimaginable
sensation.
She couldn’t even say the bite hurt. If anything, she ached
for the sexual release she knew awaited her when Ethan removed the clamp.
Ethan wasn’t done with his sensual bondage. As soon as she
was seated, he carefully placed two clamps on her nipples. The devices grabbed
at her flesh with the same intense bite as she felt on her clitoris.
Terribly aroused and a little nervous, Morgan drew in a
breath and let Ethan finish twisting his clamps. It was all she could do to
remain sitting there staring at a bowl of vegetables and sandwiches.
“Peanut butter and banana?” she questioned, stunned.
“My mom used to make them for me. If you don’t like the
sandwiches, I’ll make you something else.”
“No, they’re fine. I love them as much as grilled cheese.”
“Then what’s the matter?”
“My hands are bound. I can’t eat.”
Ethan dropped down beside her, grabbed up a sandwich and
offered it to her. “That’s what I’m here for, Morgan, to take care of you when
you can’t do so yourself.”
“You have keys to all these cuffs, don’t you?”
“There’s always an out. Unless you use your safe word or
show signs of distress, getting out of your bonds won’t happen until I’m done
with you tonight.”
“I’m not going to use my safe word.”
“Take a bite,” he offered, tearing off a hunk of bread,
peanut butter and banana and placing it against her lips. “Promise, this tastes
better than the wall.”
“I didn’t tongue the wall.”
“I didn’t tell you to. That’s good, honey. Eat.”
Morgan accepted the morsel, moaning in pleasure. Comfort
food in the wake of so many sensations rushing through her right then left her
a little lightheaded.
Slowly, he fed her bites of the sandwich, helping her wash
it down with iced tea. Once in a while, he’d offer a forkful of salad and
dressing. The food was good. Ethan’s gentleness as he took care of her most
basic of needs left her awestruck.
Only after Morgan had her fill did Ethan move to his own
chair and eat. He did so with gusto, but he’d seen to her first. Her gentle
grizzly was exactly the right man for her.
“May I ask something, Master?”
“You may,” he granted, taking a sip of tea first. Ethan
looked amazing, calm and in control. He was her anchor, her everything.
“When are you going to fuck me?”
“When you earn the right.”
“I think wearing this outfit earned that right,” she
commented.
“Do you? There’s a whole lot of time left in the night. This
is only the beginning of what I have in mind for you. If I don’t follow through
with what you really want, a trip to our dungeon, you’d be disappointed.”
“Who said I wanted that?”
“You did, when you came downstairs wearing a sexy baby-doll
get-up and fuck-me heels. You did by looking for what you couldn’t find.”
“I found a few things.”
“You did. But not what you were looking for.”
“I’m not sure where it is, but your dungeon is there. I felt
it.”
“Of course it is. If you’re ready, I’ll take you there.”
“Am I still being disciplined?”
“Yes.” Ethan set aside his empty plate and salad bowl and
stood up.
Morgan wasn’t sure if she should move or wait. She had to
wait. She really couldn’t move if she wanted to. Her bonds were cumbersome.
Ethan came around the table, scooped her up out of the chair
and strode out of the kitchen. Without missing a beat, he carried her upstairs
to their bedroom and went inside.
The room was exactly as she’d left it, beautiful, masculine
and roomy, a place where they could read beside the fireplace or have amazing
sex upon the massive king-sized bed or the much smaller day bed.
Resting her head trustingly upon his big, broad shoulder,
Morgan let Ethan carry her across the room to the fireplace. At first, she
feared he was about to walk into it.
Then he stepped to the side, picked up what she’d thought
was the television remote from a shelf on the weirdly crooked bookcase and
punched a button. The bookcase opened wide, revealing a set of stairs with four
risers.
“We’re going in there now,” she said.
“Did you doubt your Master, sub?”
“No, but I was confused.”
“That was the right answer.” Ethan nudged her temple with
his nose, compelling her to lift her head from his shoulder. “I love you. I’ll
show you the access button tomorrow. Now that you know the path, never be
afraid of going inside. Nothing in here can harm you. I won’t let it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Ethan leaned down and kissed her softly. “You’re welcome,”
he whispered against her mouth.
Morgan barely managed to sneak her tongue out to trace his
lips before he carried her through the bookcase and up the stairs. Clever track
lighting lit up a soft-amber path as Ethan walked.
Overhead, more lights flickered on, again with the amber
glow. Her first impression of the dungeon was brownstone bricks the same color
as the façade on the outside of the house.