Cuffed & Collared (13 page)

He took another bite of his steak, although he wasn’t really hungry anymore, at least not for food. He wanted Regan. His erection still strained at the fabric of his underwear. But it wasn’t his call as to when they began to play, and Regan was still eating. “How about you? You seem rather good at all this for being a novice.”

“I’m a quick learner. Besides, I haven’t had much time with any one man to do anything really interesting.”

“Married to your job?”

“Something like that, and I take care of my father.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“A perp pushed him down a flight of stairs and put him in a wheelchair.” She said the words with little rancor, just reciting the facts.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You take care of him?”

“He takes care of himself, mostly, but my mother died a few years after that from an aneurism, and well, I’m it. I don’t mind, although with us sharing a duplex, it does put a crimp in my style.”

“Well, we can always meet here, and the walls are thick,” he added meaningfully.

Regan drained her glass. “Good.” Standing up, she said, “I’m done, and I want you.”

Kyle stood, too. He loved her direct manner, the fact that she seemed to be devoid of coyness. It was so much the way he, himself, was, and she was right about his needing to submit to someone he could respect for her strength. He stared hard into her eyes, letting her see how much he wanted her, how much his blood churned with the need to be touched by her.

Her eyes flashed with understanding, and she tossed him a bone, a small one, but it tested the limits of his self-control. Leaning over the corner of the table, she clasped the back of his head and dug her nails into his scalp. He winced in pain but didn’t resist when she tugged him to her. She devoured his mouth with her luscious lips that tasted of the rich wine. He gripped the edge of the table to stop his hands from grabbing her and pulling her close. Instead, he was content to let his tongue chase hers and wrestle with it.

She allowed him this bit of liberty until they were both so breathless they parted with a gasp. “Leave the dishes and get into your bedroom,” she ordered in a husky tone. She might not be as obvious as he, but she was definitely aroused. The knowledge satisfied some primitive part of him.

“Yes, Mistress Regan,” he agreed smugly. With a fast-beating heart, though, he started toward his bedroom, making the effort to keep his gait slow and steady. This was it, what he had asked for, if not begged for. The question was, was he ready? Was he worthy of her? Could he stand up to whatever she had planned for him?

He’d find out soon enough.

Regan willed her breathing to steady as Kyle did as she had commanded. He was actually doing it. He was going to his bedroom to wait for her, his tight ass marching enticingly away. She wondered where she got the guts to order him around like that and realized she got it from him, of course. She was in control because he allowed her to be, and he allowed it because he trusted her to be forceful enough to take command of him. It was humbling.

When he was out of sight, she went to retrieve her bag of goodies, hoping she had made the right choices and that they would both enjoy the effect of them. She picked up the sack and, with a last deep breath for courage, followed him into the bedroom. He was standing to the side of a large sleigh bed, waiting for her to tell him what to do, she supposed. The bed would prove a challenge because she had hoped for a four-poster to tie him to easily, but she had also anticipated this possibility.

“Lie face down,” she told him and again marveled at her own audacity. The look of excitement in Kyle’s eyes before he complied told her she was doing the right thing.

When he was down, she dropped her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. These were not like her official ones. They were covered in padded silk so as not to bruise the wearer. Still, she knew how to use them well, and seconds later, Kyle’s hands were secured behind his back.

The legs, however, were going to prove more troublesome. She wanted them bound, and the only way to do that was to encase the ankles in shackles, which she did quickly. She hooked a bungee cord to one shackle, tossed the other end under the bed, and hauled it up on the other side. When she pulled on the cord, Kyle had to stretch his leg toward the edge, and after she attached a second cord’s end to the other shackle, his legs were spread-eagle.

He was now pretty helpless, and there was only one more thing to do to keep him that way. Reaching into her bag of tricks, Regan extracted a ball gag. She had deliberately picked this type over the kind with a plug so as not to be reminded of the serial killer. She held the gag up for her lover to see. He was watching her with sharp eyes.

She made sure to keep the gag in his line of sight as she approached the bed and sat beside him. “Everything all right so far? I mean I assume it is, because I haven’t heard the safeword.”

“You won’t.” His voice was thick with passion, and the sound sent her juices flowing.

“I certainly won’t if I use this thing. Perhaps it’s too early in our relationship to use it given how it will keep you from telling me if I go too far.” This was an important issue to resolve before they got started. Although the idea of gagging Kyle, making him completely helpless, caused her insides to quiver with excitement, she didn’t want to scare him.

“I trust you, Regan,” was the man’s simple reply.

He did. She could see the trust in his eyes, and part of her wanted to run from the sight. It was scary to have another human being put his life in your hands. She wanted to prove to them both that he wasn’t making a mistake, so she stuck the gag against his mouth. “Open up.” When he did, she wedged the ball between his teeth and left the strap hanging down.

“I’m not going to secure the gag. If you need to safeword, you’ll be able to spit the ball out.”

Sliding off the bed, she stood and took in the length of him. His hard body was spread out for her pleasure, the muscles twitching with his confinement, his sides expanding rapidly with quick breaths that told her he was as excited and stimulated as she. Well, he was about to become more so, at least she hoped he was.

“I picked up a little something of my own to wear,” she informed him in a low voice. She didn’t make a big show of taking off her clothes because she felt self-conscious trying to be sexy and seductive. Instead, she rid herself of her outer layers as if she were getting lazily ready for bed.

Kyle’s gaze never left her body, and his eyes went wide when he saw what she was wearing under her ordinary shirt. It was a simple silk camisole of deep purple trimmed in black lace. In Veronica’s store, she had liked the contrast of the delicate material and her hard, muscled arms. The slippery softness of the silk clung erotically to her breasts, making her nipples peak to hard buds. She bet Kyle was thinking of fastening his lips to them right then, and he wasn’t going to have too long to wait.

When she slipped off her pants, however, his eyes wandered down and away from her breasts. An explosion of air and noise came past his gag, and Regan gave him a knowing grin. She was wearing panties that matched the camisole, and they were crotchless. It had been weird to wear only her pants against her pussy, especially when she was so wet, but the effect the sight was having on Kyle was well worth it. His body strained against his bonds.

“Like what you see?” she purred.

It was so unlike her to be kittenish and teasing in the bedroom, but she couldn’t help it. The outfit alone made her feel unbelievably sexy and feminine. She sauntered back to the head of the bed and stood near his face to give him a close look at her pussy. She waxed regularly, not out of vanity, but because she liked the clean look and feel of having only a thin line of pubic hair. The curly strands, a shade of red darker than her hair, peeked out provocatively from between the silk, and Kyle’s nostrils flared as his eyes feasted on her cunt.

Regan spread her legs and braced them apart. “Like what you smell, Kyle? That’s me wanting you.” He made that grunting sound around the confines of his gag again, and she knew she was driving him wild. “Soon, I’ll let you have a taste. Right now, I want to play with your body.”

She left him and moved to her bag of toys. She pulled out a peacock feather and a riding crop. Soft and hard, they were contrasting weapons to use on a man. “What do you think?” She held them up for Kyle to see. Then, on impulse, she dragged the length of the feather through the folds between her legs to see what it felt like and to tease him. It tickled and caused her to give a little shiver. Kyle, however, jerked hard against his restraints, as if he were trying to free himself to get to her.

“Uh, uh,” she admonished, delighted with his response. She was dying, too, to try out the toys on him directly. Kneeling on the bed, she sat on her haunches and ran her palm down his back. His skin was smoothness stretched over hard muscles. His ass was a perfectly shaped bubble that bunched under her touch as she dragged his boxers off it as much as she could. Damn, she should have made him strip before tying him.

In contrast to his movements, she squeezed and kneaded and finally sank her short fingernails into his flesh. He hissed in response.

“Does that hurt?” she asked. “How about something soothing?” With the feather, she caressed the place she had just dug and watched him react to the gentle touch. He was passive to the sensation, which disappointed her, so she made the feather more threatening by dragging it between his cheeks.
That
made him move. There was a grunt of protest, and he twisted his body to avoid her.

“Don’t move!” She delivered a sharp slap across the rump in emphasis. “You’re mine. I can touch you any way I want, and you will accept it, unless you safeword.”

She waited for him to say something. When he remained silent, she drew the feather again between the cheeks. She moved it back and forth slowly. “I know how sensitive straight men can be about this, Kyle, but the idea of pegging you turns me on. If we continue our relationship, we’ll discuss whether you can agree to that kind of play.”

She meant it, too, even though she hadn’t thought about it at all until this moment. The idea of fucking a man had crossed her fantasies from time to time. She hadn’t thought she’d ever be in a position to act on it. Now, she realized the possibility was real. Not tonight, but soon if they kept up this relationship. And she had a feeling they would. Kyle was doing an excellent job of tamping down his aversion to this kind of play. His buttocks clenched off and on, yet he wasn’t trying to avoid her anymore.

“Good boy,” she praised with a pat on his ass and removed the feather. Time to get down to business.

Without warning, she tossed aside the feather and picked up the crop. She brought down the first stinging blow without a word. Kyle howled through his gag, and his whole body jerked upward. Regan got up on her knees for leverage and delivered the second blow. She kept on raining blows down until his ass was bright red, and both she and Kyle were breathing harshly. The sound of his muted yells rang in her ears. Her blood raced through her veins, and her skin felt as hot as Kyle’s looked. Her arousal was painful, and she wanted to straddle her lover and rub herself to orgasm.

Not yet
. There was a better way. She unhooked the bungee cord from Kyle’s ankles. “Turn over.”

She helped him onto his back. The tip of his cock, wet and angry, poked out from his partially removed underwear. She reached up and pulled the material all the way down until it was caught under his tight balls. He grunted and bucked his hips upward.

“Lie still,” she commanded. “It’s almost time.”

She slid off the bed and dug her way through the plastic bag until she retrieved the packet of condoms she’d bought. She fumbled with the plastic to open it, her fingers clumsy with her passion, and pulled free the black roll. She had picked the color to add additional atmosphere. With the protection safe in her hand, she returned to Kyle and straddled him. She inched up to his chest, careful not to send herself over the edge through touching him alone, and snatched the gag with her free hand.

“How are we doing, Kyle?” She meant it as a serious question given how she had just wailed on his ass. Although she didn’t know him very well, she suspected he might be too stubborn to use his safeword. His answer was a feral growl, and his eyes were hard with want and need.

“I’ll take that as a good sign.” She wiggled closer so that her crotch hovered over his mouth. “Want a taste?”

His head reared up in answer, and he tried to fasten his lips to her clit. She was too quick for him. Her palm slammed down on his forehead and forced him back, as she pulled her body away from his reach.

“Naughty boy,” she chided. “I didn’t say you could. You wait for permission. Understand?”

He growled again. “Regan, please,” he bit out through gritted teeth and pushed against her grip.

Her leverage was too great, and it was easy to keep him back. “Do you understand?” she repeated in a harsh voice. “If you’re not going to play by the rules, I’ll leave.”

He fought for control, his breath coming out in short pants, his eyes flashed with banked fury. But, finally, he proved how strong a man he truly was.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said in a strained voice.

“Very good.” She released his head, moved back into position, and stayed there for a full minute. She made herself actually count—one Mississippi, two Mississippi. It was agony. She wanted to slam her cunt down on his face and make him lick and suck until she screamed with her climax. Kyle wasn’t the only one who was strong, though. She waited, and then slowly squatted until she was almost touching his lips. “Now, you may lick my clit five times. Only five times, Kyle. No more, and do it slowly.”

He gazed into her face while his tongue flicked out and lapped up the full length of her folds, soft moistness against soft moistness. He was as slow and deliberate in his movements as she had demanded, proving that she was the one in control and that he could be trusted to follow her orders. It cost him, she could tell by the look in his eyes. It was hard, but he was doing it to please her. And, oh, how it pleased her. She wanted to close her eyes and let go to the sensation, but she didn’t. It still wasn’t time.