Undone Dom (7 page)

Panic rolled in Lulu’s belly. She’d said something wrong—sex. He hadn’t liked when she’d called it sex.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Cold air washed over her wet pussy and inner thighs. Alton was looking down at her splayed body. “Tell me what I did wrong.”

At her near panic Alton’s face softened. He drew her up, onto her feet. “You did nothing wrong.” He pinched her chin so she would look at him. “You can do nothing wrong, I won’t allow it. If you start to do anything dangerous or displeasing I will correct you. Trust that.”

His free hand stroked her as if to soothe, but she was too sensitive, too aroused. She wanted more. When his fingers dipped between her legs she spread them, eagerly opening herself to his touch.

He said something, again in the quiet tone, and with her attention on his fingers working her pussy she didn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry?”

He shook his head. Removing his fingers, he hooked her by the wrist cuffs, leading her away from the chair and the ottoman. Maybe he was taking her to his bedroom.

He took her to the X.

Alton drew Lulu up to the
crux decussata
, the St. Andrew’s Cross. He’d had it custom built, and it was the centerpiece of his BDSM room. It was upright in a nearly vertical position, the straps neatly buckled in place across the padded, leather-covered crosspieces.

He’d lost control of the situation. It could not happen. Would not happen. She had to go on to the St. Andrew’s Cross, where his control would be absolute. It was the only way.

He hadn’t been able to help himself when she’d looked up at him, her big blue eyes swimming with submission. She was in sub-space. He’d seen that look in a hundred women’s eyes, but he’d never seen sub-space combined with the bright flame of desire—for him.

He wanted to taste that submissive fire, feel it against him, and so he’d done nothing as she took the initiative, climbing astride him, kissing him. He’d freed her hands, hoping she’d touch him.

He never ordered women to touch him.

That was why he hadn’t had sex in over a year.

Lulu resisted as he positioned her with her back against the cross. “Please. I’m scared.”

Her words only excited him further. Alton was only too aware of his cock standing tall against his belly, ready to spill, his pants still open. It had taken every ounce of control he had not to come at the first touch of her hot, tight pussy.

“Trust me. Lean back.”

“But, why can’t we…” She looked behind him, toward the place where they’d fucked. “I’m sorry, whatever I said.”

Alton cupped her face. “This is not punishment.”

Her brow was furrowed in doubt.

“You question me, and you should not. You are mine, to do with as I please.” He spoke harshly, leaning into her, asserting both physical and emotional dominance. She shivered and lowered her eyes—a submissive’s acceptance.

“Yes, Master.”

It was the first time she’d used the word in a while. A sign that the control was returning to him. He knew why she was upset. She wanted him to fuck her, as much as he wanted to fuck her, but giving in for that moment of pleasure would not serve them well in the end. He needed to be strong, to show her what submission to him could give. It was far more than a good spanking and a quick fuck.

He had to ensure she did not feel he was punishing her by changing the scene, but at the same time show her that as her Master he
would
have complete control over her sexual being. He would take her to heights she could not imagine. If she trusted him.

He eased her back against the cross, which reclined slightly. He clipped her cuffs into place with carabiners, then fastened the built-in straps over her arms at wrists and elbows. Another went over her waist. He helped her to step up onto the small pads at the end of each leg of the cross, footrests that kept her body weight off the straps. Next he attached straps around her upper thighs and ankles.

“How do you feel?”

“I can’t move.”

“You’re bound securely.” He pressed his hand firmly to her belly, cupped her magnificent breasts. “I can do whatever I want with you.”

She moaned a little at his words. Alton had forgotten how sexy it was to break a new slave, for whom the very mention of loss of power was a major event. He still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that she was an anal virgin. He’d had a few spanking virgins before, but anal virgins…

He couldn’t wait to play with her ass.

But that was for another day. Now he had to rebuild the momentum he’d lost, test her reaction to this level of bondage and loss of control. He played with her breasts until she stopped fidgeting in the straps and started lifting toward his touch.

He moved to the side and reached for the pin that controlled the tilt of the X. He pulled it free, holding the X with his other hand. He tilted her back until she was nearly horizontal. He left her head raised a bit so she could see him, knowing she would need that sense of connection this early in her training.

Next he stepped on a pedal, which raised the entire piece about a foot, bringing her body even with his waist.

Through it all her eyes darted around, her breathing fast.

“Tell me what you feel.”

“This is a…machine.”

“It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross, or a
crux decussata
, which means diagonal cross. Mine is more complex than most. It’s designed to give me total control and access to a slave.”

“Why?”

“Why would I want total control and access to my slave’s body?” He leaned over her, tracing her smooth skin. When his hand touched her cheek she turned her lips against his fingers, panting wetly against them, her arousal coming off her in waves. He let her kiss his hand before sliding it down her body, over her breasts.

“Not…why.” She licked her lips, eyes unfocused. “I can’t think.” She looked away, took a moment to compose herself. “What…what do you use it for?”

Alton hid his smile. She wanted to know what he was going to do with her. “You’re about to find out.”

Chapter Seven

Alton left her to gather the things he’d need. The clock in the kitchen read 5:30 p.m.—he had less than an hour with her before he needed to let Slave Cheryl out of the sleeping quarters and either feed her or allow her to feed herself. He looked over his shoulder at Lulu, her soft red hair spilled over the black leather cross.

He gathered what he wanted, setting the items and a few clean towels, as well as a bottle of water and straw, on a tray.

She looked up as he approached, her big blue eyes pools of pretty anticipation.

Setting the tray on the floor beside the base of the cross, he ran his hands over her, reminding her that he could and would touch her whenever he wanted. Her eyes closed for a moment as her breathing grew shallow. The faint line on her forehead smoothed out.

He moved to her breasts, kneading the pale globes. Her skin was nearly translucent it was so fair. He could see the blue veins below her flesh, almost as if she’d been carved from pale marble. But she was not cold. She was warm.

Pink nipples beaded as he worked her breasts. Alton took the left one in his mouth, the right between finger and thumb, rolling gently. She tasted clean and sweet, her skin soft and perfect in his mouth and under his fingers. Her breast rose against his nose and chin as she took a breath, exhaling it on a moan. With his free hand he slipped the clover clamps from his pocket.

He switched his mouth to her right nipple, tasting her sweet pink flesh. Her flesh was warm and firm in his mouth, her body beautifully responsive to the gentle ministrations of his tongue.

“Lulu, watch me.”

He lifted his head away, waited for her gaze to meet his before he dangled the nipple clamps between them. The complex lines and curves of the clover clamps caught the light and glinted as they swung gently in his grip from the two-foot chain that connected them.

“W-what are they?”

“Ask me again, properly.”

Her lids veiled her eyes in a moment of contrition. “What are they, Master?”

“I think you know. Guess.”

“Nipple clamps.”

He set them on her belly. She shivered as the cool metal pooled there. “Very good. But they are a special kind of nipple clamp.”

Her gaze met his, then strained to see the clamps.

“They’re Japanese clover clamps. When the chain is pulled the tips press together, tightening on the nipple.” Alton held up his hand and placed one clamp on the pad of his little finger. He tugged the chain, tightening the clamp until the tip of his finger went white.

He released the clamp and dropped it down on Lulu’s belly.

Her eyes were wide, white visible all around the irises.

Firmly grasping her left breast in his left hand, he squeezed gently. Her nipple was beaded, ready for the clamp. Opening the clamp, he laid it against her breast, the rubber-coated tips on either side of the nipple. Lulu’s panting breaths were the only sound.

He released the clamp. It snapped down on her nipple.

“Oh, Master!”

He knew the pressure wasn’t at the pain level yet, and that cry was not one of pain either. But these clamps could take her to pain. Alton grasped her right breast and applied the other clamp. The chain snaked across her belly.

“How do your nipples feel?”

“Good. I-I like it.”

Alton bit back a grin of triumph.

“Would you like one on your clit too?”

Her eyes met his. She bit her lip, looked away. She wasn’t ready to ask for it, but she wanted it.

Alton bent over her, took her nipple, clamp and all, in his mouth. Now she tasted of warm flesh and metal.

He licked his way to the other breast, did the same to the other nipple before kissing her breastbone. “Your desires do not matter.”
Lie.
“I want your clit clamped.”

“Yes, Master.”

He selected a simple tweezer clamp with ribbed rubber tips from the tray. He wouldn’t use a clover clamp on her there, not yet.

Circling her leg, he took up position at her pussy. Her pretty sex, with its red curls he would not let her keep much longer, was open, ready for his use. He slid his fingers in, felt the fresh pool of wetness.

“I could clamp your clit inside its hood, or I could pull the hood back, clamp the little bundle of nerves.”

Fingers exploring her wet folds, he captured her clit. To demonstrate, he first pinched her whole clit, watched her struggle against the restraints. Then he eased the hood of her clit back with his thumbnail and rubbed the hidden inner core.

“No, oh no, please, Master.”

Her face had twisted in a grimace and her whole body tensed.

A slave had told him that having her uncovered clit touched was like having a nerve prodded—too much sensation to be pleasant. Yet a different woman had said it was the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt. It seemed Lulu would be in the first category.

He let her clit hood slide down. Spreading the lips of her pussy wide with one hand, he dropped to one knee. Her pussy was beautiful, a bright coral pink, pearly with arousal. He pinched the clamp down on her clit, sliding the catch down the arms of the tweezer clamp until he was sure it would hold the swollen, wet flesh. He’d positioned it so the apex of the clamp was up, resting at the top of her pussy lips, rather than down where it might interfere with the other things he had planned for her pussy.

Her eyes were closed, her breath shuddering.

Moving quickly, Alton went around to her side and picked up a glass dildo from the tray.

“Look at me, slave.”

Her eyes opened. She was far away…deep inside herself. Her gaze was focused in middle space.

“I’m going to fuck you with this.”

She looked at the long glass dildo with its black leather handle. “Yes, Master.”

Alton took the chain connecting the nipple clamps in his left hand. With his right he lowered the dildo between her legs, rubbing the smooth dildo in her pussy. He pressed until he felt the give of her entrance.

“Watch me,” he demanded. He’d never had a slave meet his gaze or watch him to this degree. But with Lulu he wanted her to know
he
was the one giving her pleasure. Wanted her to remember she was now
his
.

He slid the dildo in, felt her body resist the glass invasion. At the same time he lifted the chain to the point of tension. When the dildo was fully inserted he gave a sharp tug.

“Ah! Master!”

The handle of the dildo jerked against his palm as her pussy clenched. He drew it out and thrust it in again. Then again.

The rhythm was slow, steady and deep. His own cock was like a rock inside his jeans, his torture made worse by the fact that he knew exactly how hot and wet her pretty pussy was.

He jerked the clamps again, wrapping the chain around his hand so they were not only tight on her nipples but drawing them up, away from her breasts. At the same time he increased the tempo of the dildo.

She trembled in her restraints. Her pleasure, her suffering, was beautiful to behold.

“Please, please,” Lulu begged.

“Please, what, pretty slave?”

“More.”

Alton gave the chain a vicious jerk. Lulu screamed, her eyes popping open. The tips of her breasts were white. He knew real pain was lacing through her breasts. But he wouldn’t let her lose herself to the pain. He thrust the dildo deep, leaving it there for the second it took him to free her clit from the clamp and stroke it twice before taking up the handle once more.

He fucked her hard and quick now, his arm pumping the dildo in and out of her.

Lulu’s head thrashed side to side as she struggled to understand, to absorb. He’d seen it in a hundred slaves before. But this moment of mingled pleasure and pain had never been so beautiful as it was in Lulu.

“Master, I’m going to come.”

No, you aren’t. I can’t let you, because I’m not done with you.

“You may not come.”

Alton released the clamps on her nipples. She screamed as fresh waves of pain took her. He continued to fuck her while his free hand worked the straps and chains binding her to the cross.

“On your belly,” he barked, pulling the dildo free and dropping it to the tray.

She was gasping, head rolling side to side. “Please, please.”

“On your belly or you will earn a real punishment.” Alton slapped an exposed area of the leather-padded cross, the crack of the blow loud and startling.

With a whimper of distress, she drew in her arms and legs, gingerly rolling on the narrow centerpiece. He urged her into position, guiding her arms and legs back onto the crosspieces. He worked quickly, strapping her down at waist, wrists and ankles. Her cheek lay on the headrest, her eyes closed.

He thought about telling her to look as he drew a soft suede flogger down from the wall, but he did not.

Her skin was an unbroken expanse of creamy flesh, marred only by the fading pink on her ass from her spanking.

Alton trailed the flogger up one leg, down the other, repeated the caress on her arms, down her back. He watched her skin prickle with shivers, watched her squeeze her eyes tight, as if to hide from what was coming.

With a flick of his wrist, he brought the soft flogger down on the back of her closest thigh.

Whump.

“Master, please, I.” The words tumbled from her.

“Yes?”

Whump.

He watched her carefully. Watched the tension ease from her shoulders, the crease in her brow smooth away.

She’d figured out what he held and feared it. She hadn’t objected, but had prepared herself to, waited for the first blow before she’d beg him to stop.

But this was a soft flogger, providing heavy sensation not pain, and she didn’t want to object.

Alton started to circle her, the flogger spinning in lazy arcs at his side, occasionally striking the exposed flesh of his waiting slave. “You were speaking, slave?”

“No…Master.”

“You were. What were you going to say?”

“I was scared.”

“And now?”

“I want…more.”

He worked her over, avoiding the middle of her back to protect her kidneys, though he wasn’t hitting hard enough to do more than pinken her skin. He worked her from shoulders to calves. Soon her hips were grinding down against the bench beneath her, brought close to orgasm by nothing more than the flogger.

Time to introduce her to the pleasure of anal play.

Working his way around to the side where the tray was, he picked up the slim glass butt plug.

Dropping the flogger to the floor, he took up position between her legs. Without warning he pushed the plug into her pussy. She was wet, open from the dildo, and it slid smoothly into her.

“I’m going to use your ass.” He opened her ass with two fingers, exposing the tight rosette of her anus.

Her butt muscles clenched, pushing against his fingers. He wiggled the plug in her pussy.

“What I’ve placed in your pussy is a butt plug. It’s a very thin one, used to train a slave to have her ass fucked.”

Rubbing one finger in the moisture of her pussy, he then placed it on her anus, felt the velvety smooth skin flex at his touch.

“There are many nerve endings in the anus, making anal play very enjoyable.” He scooped up more of her body’s own lubricant, carrying it back to her ass. “You will enjoy anal sex, anal play and anal punishment, because I enjoy using my slaves in that way. And you are my slave, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Master.”

He continued to work lubricant around her ass, pushing with the pad of his finger but not entering her. His fingers were big and blunt, not as easy to take as the smoothly tapered plug.

He removed the plug from her pussy. It glistened.

Pushing her ass cheeks open further, he placed the tip against her anus. “Push back against the plug, as if you were pushing it away.” When her anus flexed out, he pushed the tip of the plug in. She cried out piteously at this first, foreign violation.

“Master, Master.”

“Good, good girl. The plug gets wider. You will stretch as I push it in. You will relax and accept it into you.”

She was struggling to obey, tension shivering down her back and ass. When it didn’t ease, he sighed and shoved the plug in an inch.

Lulu yelped.

“Relax,” he instructed her again. He drew out the inch he’d shoved in, wanting her to feel and experience this first time to its fullest. “I’m starting to insert it. Your body is opening for the plug, expanding.”

He had it halfway in and she was breathing heavily.

“Once your ass has been trained, you will take my cock here.”

She moaned.

“This is the widest part. After this it is narrow, and then a base—a long narrow piece that rests between the cheeks of your ass. Your body will naturally clench around the narrow part, holding the plug inside you.”