Shackled (12 page)

“It sounds like a funny kind of rubbing or grinding sound.” He had his head tilted as if trying to decide where it was coming from.

Bethany could have told him it was coming from the front passenger-side tire. Instead, she said, “Oh,
that
noise. I guess I didn’t hear it because I’ve gotten used to it. The car has a tie-rod end on the way out.”

“Wow. That can be dangerous. You need to get that fixed.”

It was a completely reasonable statement for Jonathan to have made. But the way he’d said that reminded her of Tim. Tim would always point out what she needed to do, as if she needed him to tell her, when nothing could have been further from the truth.

Only this man wasn’t Tim. It took her a moment to tamp down the tiny spurt of resentment she felt. “Yes, I know. It’s going to cost me about a thousand dollars. I’d planned to have it done in October. I’ve had this problem before. Trust me, it gets a lot noisier before it really is dangerous.”

“Bethany?”

“Yes, Jonathan?”

“You need to understand something. I do trust you.”

Bethany thought that was a very strange thing for him to say. Then he reached out and placed his hand on her knee and stroked upward.

“Good girl. You didn’t take the opportunity to put panties on.”

She thought of the underwear hiding in her suitcase and nearly confessed. Then she realized that the entire time they’d been in the city, she’d completely forgotten she’d been naked under her skirt.

Bethany opened her mouth to share that tidbit with Jonathan, and then changed her mind. She’d told him he was her master, and she’d agreed to stay with him for a month.

She wasn’t altogether certain, though, that she wanted to share every single thought.

Chapter 10

“You can unpack later.” Jonathan pulled her car into his drive and parked it outside the double-car garage. He turned off the engine, pocketed the keys, and turned to her.

“It’s time we began your training. Do you remember where the play room is?”

“Do you mean the room where you spanked me?” Bethany felt her cheeks heat and wished the affectation would leave her in peace. She was forty-eight years old. She should be well beyond the stage of blushing like a naïve virgin, especially after all the sex she’d had over the last twenty-four hours.

“That’s the place,” Jonathan said.

“Yes, I remember where it is.”

“Good. I want you to go there now. I want you to undress, fold your clothes, and put them in the paper bag that’s on the table in there. Beside the bag is a blindfold. I want you to take the blindfold, kneel on the pink cushion, and put the blindfold on. I’ll give you a few minutes, but when I open the door to that room, I want to see you on your knees, eyes covered, waiting for your master.”

Delicious tendrils of excitement began to unfurl within her and run through her. Bethany felt her nipples harden and her pussy become damp. She licked suddenly dry lips. This would be their first real scene. She could hardly wait. She nodded. “All right.”

He grabbed her chin and lifted her face so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Since the scene has begun, the correct response is, ‘Yes, Master’.”

Bethany barely hesitated. “Yes, Master.”

Jonathan hefted her suitcase and walked with her up the walkway and unlocked the door for her. “Good girl. Now go. I’m only going to give you a few minutes to prepare yourself.”

Bethany shivered as she brushed past him and headed into the house. She couldn’t deny the arousal growing in the pit of her belly, or the fact that, when he spoke to her in that tone, his “Master” tone, it sent thrilling shivers right through her.

Being aroused and enjoying sex were two new experiences for her, ones that she thought now might soon become addictive. So she didn’t waste any time making her way upstairs to the room adjacent to the master bedroom.

He’d kept it closed after he’d spanked her, and it was closed now. When she opened the door, her gaze immediately shot to the stocks. She thought she could feel her bottom heating in response, and that wasn’t altogether an unpleasant sensation. Taking her eyes off the contraption, she scanned the rest of the room. The “table” Jonathan had referred to almost looked like the exam table she might see in her doctor’s office—except that this one had straps dangling from each corner, of course. Then she spotted the bag and the pink cushion—items she felt fairly certain hadn’t been there yesterday when she’d last been in here.

He must have planned this before we left the house this morning.

Bethany only had two pieces of clothing to remove, so it didn’t take her very long to undress. She folded her blouse and knee-length skirt and placed them in the bag.

The blindfold consisted of red leather, supple to the touch, with a buckle and eyelets so that it could be fastened to fit any size of head. She thought about that old adage of one size fits all not necessarily being true for a lot of things. She didn’t know why she wanted to giggle, but she beat back the urge. Then she inhaled deeply, knelt on the cushion, and put the blindfold in place.

Bethany gasped as she realized she couldn’t stay up on her knees. Not that it hurt particularly to kneel, because it didn’t. Being blindfolded completely disoriented her.

She heard the door open at the same moment she swayed and realized she had to take to her haunches. She was still, basically, on her knees, so she guessed she was still obeying her master.

“I should have warned you about that. It’ll take a while for you to master the disorientation of being blindfolded. Are you warm enough, my sub?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

Bethany tilted her head to try and catch the sound of Jonathan moving about the room. She heard things—footsteps, the light tinkle of metal against metal, and then a heavy dragging sound, as if something big was being moved somewhere in the room.

She couldn’t hear any other sounds, not even the sound of her master’s breathing.

“I think you can handle a bit of sexual frustration now, Beth. You’ve had several good orgasms, and you know you will have more. Today, I want to see what you like, and what you don’t. I also want to begin to explore your limits. Can you stand up?”

Bethany wasn’t as agile as she’d been a decade before. Still, she was able to gain her feet without too much difficulty. When she swayed, hands clamped onto her arms to steady her.

“Put your wrists together, arms extended, in front of you.”

“Yes, Master.” Her reward for compliance was something soft going around each wrist. The air moved around her, as if something swung past her, near but not touching. Then she heard a click and felt an extra small weight on whatever covered her wrists.

“Your arms are about to be raised above your head. Don’t fight it. And from this moment on, do not speak unless I tell you to.”

Light shivers pebbled her flesh. Without sight, her imagination went into hyper-drive. Each sound represented an unknown entity. The sound of sliding metal preceded the tug on her wrists. He’d snapped a chain on her handcuffs, obviously, so that he could raise her arms.

When the motion stopped, her arms were above her head and straight, but her feet still rested easily on the floor.

“Is that all right? Answer me.”

“Yes, Master.”

She stood there, arms above her head, in darkness and silence for a couple of minutes. Then, he touched her with something soft. The underside of her breasts, the top of her legs close to her pussy. The globes of her ass received the same whisper caress, then her hip, her belly, and across her nipples.

Whoosh. Snap
.

“Ah!” A tiny sting blossomed on her breast. The heat of it spread. Then his mouth was there, licking, sucking.

“You won’t know whether my next touch will be pleasure, or pain.”

Oh, God
. Her heart began to pound and her blood to race. Moisture gathered in her pussy, and she clenched, holding it in, enjoying the arousal growing there.

“Did you know I can smell your arousal? As soon as that luscious cunt of yours begins to drip, I can smell you. No perfume is as sweet.”

Bethany gasped, biting down on the moan at the last moment. She opened and closed her hands, a futile attempt to grab on to something, anything, to anchor herself. She felt trapped yet curiously free at the same time.

Another soft substance, this one feeling like fur, trailed across her bottom, back and forth, then lightly against the crack of her ass.

Whoosh. Snap
.

She jolted as the sting blossomed on her bottom, tiny yet incredibly powerful, spreading heat throughout her entire body.

“You’re deliciously responsive to erotic pain, darling. This pleases me. Spread your legs, just a little.”

Bethany did as she was told, sliding her feet apart slightly, surprised how difficult the simple maneuver was while blindfolded and with her hands bound.

“Excellent.”

She felt the heat of him close to her, in front and down. Something surrounded first her left ankle, and then her right. They were shackles of some sort, but not metal, and not soft like the ones around her wrists. Leather, she decided, and these shackles fit snugly.

He blew warm air against her pussy, and Bethany shivered. “You’re deliciously responsive to everything, aren’t you, my darling sub? A true voluptuary, you’ve been waiting all these years for me to set you free.”

Yes
. She felt as if finally, she could feel and experience all the wonders of being female she’d missed. She’d never guessed it could be like this.

Why hadn’t she known it could be like this?

Jonathan put his mouth on her cunt. Lips, tongue, teeth, he used everything to spike her arousal. Her body responded, nipples beading, uterus contracting as she tried to push herself even closer to the fabulous oral stimulation he gave her.

“Ah, ah. Only a bit.”

He’d stopped, and Bethany couldn’t prevent the tiny moan of disappointment from escaping.

“Taste.”

He kissed her, his mouth as devastatingly arousing on her own as it had been a moment before on her pussy. The flavor of them together just made her hotter.

Then he was gone, and she couldn’t feel his body heat, couldn’t hear him moving. She turned her head, trying to sense him. Then she turned her head toward the faintest of metallic clinks.

“Here’s another new experience for you.”

He caressed her nipple, then pinched and pulled. She heard the metal again and then felt the bite of it on her nipple, surrounding it, grasping it, then growing tighter and tighter still.

“Hmm, that looks lovely. They’re very pretty nipple clamps, if I do say so myself. Now I’ll put the other one on you.”

Bethany had never felt anything like this. The pinch of the clamp felt both uncomfortable and arousing at the same time. Her excitement hummed, as if it had been given its own will and had decided to have its own way.

Again she felt the sensation of fur being run over her bottom, then on her belly and down, to stroke back and forth, lightly, over her slit.

Jonathan stepped away from her, and for a long moment, she heard nothing, felt nothing but the constant pinch on her nipples and her arousal that simmered just below boil.

Whir. Click. Whir. Click
.

He was taking pictures! The shock of realization wasn’t enough to break through her erotic haze. All she could think was that she wanted to see them.

“I have a fantasy.” He stood behind her now, his voice a moist, warm breath against her ear. “Do you want to know what it is, sweetheart? You may answer me.”

“Yes.” Bethany licked her lips, the low rumble of his voice becoming one more element of erotic stimulation to her lust. “Yes, Master. Please tell me your fantasy, Master.”

“I can imagine you, with chains going from your nipples to a collar around your throat, and another set of chains from your nipples to a metal belt at your waist. Very lightweight, very shiny chains.”

“Oh, God.”
Bethany had seen a picture when she’d browsed the web. The photo, similar to what her master described, had repulsed and attracted in the same heartbeat.