Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) (6 page)

“I do understand that! I did everything you said.” She searched his face, but there was no hint of teasing.

Lane stood and stepped back.

“Stand up. It’s time to get serious.”

Lane would have bet ten large that if there’d been a gun handy he’d be full of holes. Addie looked ready to kill as she glared up at him. She was sex personified as she lay spread open, her wet lingerie clinging to her distended nipples, the lips of her sex. Her hair was mussed, her chest and cheeks flushed.

“Serious? What the fuck was this?” She jumped to her feet, hands balled into fists.

Sexual frustration was one of the worst sensations in the world. In his experience, new subs handled it in one of two ways—tears or violence.

“This was an introduction.”

“To what an asshole you are?” Addie socked him in the shoulder and started cussing in Spanish.

He’d pegged her for a violence kind of girl. Good to know he could still call ‘em.

Lane planted his shoulder in her waist and stood, Addie dangling over his back. She punched his ass a few times and Lane was just glad she hadn’t gone for the kidneys.

“Put me down.”

“No.”

“Fuck you.”

“Sadly, we can’t do that. But I’ll get as close as I can.”

He dropped her on the foot of the bed and then hauled her to sit on the edge. He was vaguely aware of the click of the camera. Before she could figure out what he was doing, he fastened a buckle cuff—already attached to a rope and pulley system connected to the bedpost—around her left ankle.

“What’s that?” she stopped cursing long enough to look over the side of the bed at her captured ankle. He took advantage of her distraction to cuff her right ankle. Then he stepped back. He’d given her enough the-big-bad-man-forced-me free passes, now he was going to make her do it the hard way.

“Stand at the foot of the bed and spread your legs.”

“Why should I?” she said, petulance dripping from every word. Her dark hair tumbled over one shoulder, her eyes narrowed.

Lane wanted to grin and shout with joy. He loved women—everything about them. They were complicated, beautiful and mystical. He’d gotten into BDSM hoping to decode them—Doms always seemed to have all the answers. What he’d learned was the best anyone could do was react to them, possibly map patterns of known actions and satisfactory reactions. Learning to handle women sexually had morphed him into an acceptable dating companion too, giving him the best of both worlds, and ample opportunity to know what he liked in women. This woman was exactly what he liked—she was like the strong, confident, slightly edgy women he usually dated, and he was seeing hints of the naughty, playful, super-sexy women he liked to top.

Lane hid his delight in her and crossed his arms. “Stand up, spread your legs.”

“I would, if you weren’t such a cock tease.”

Lane raised a brow. “With a mouth like that, I think I want you gagged.”

“Fine.”

Damn.
He hadn’t actually wanted to gag her. It would have to be something harsh, so she’d do anything to avoid it in the future.

Lane’s personal toy collection, plus a few he’d had the production buy, was stashed in a dresser and trunk on the other side of the bed. He opened the top drawer and selected a studded black strap with a mouthpiece mounted on one side. Along with the mouthpiece there was an inflatable ball gag. As it was pumped up the heavy rubber balloon filled the sub’s mouth, pushing back her tongue and forcing the jaw open. Straps around the back and top of the head held it in place.

As harsh as it was, Lane got hard thinking about using it on Addie, imagining her eyes getting wide as he pumped the ball up inside her mouth.

Focusing on that image, he grabbed the accompanying pump and returned to the sexually frustrated and petulant submissive-in-training.

Addie was already regretting not simply going along with Lane’s order to stand. Now that she’d calmed down, logic said that if she did what he said it was likely that he’d touch her again, and probably this time he’d let her orgasm.

The immediate frustration of not coming had faded and she had to admit that the dull ache of her continued arousal felt somewhat good. Lane knew what he was talking about, after all.

Despite this, she didn’t want to just say she was sorry and she’d changed her mind. She had her pride; besides, she didn’t want him to think that petty little threats like gags scared her. She’d had one shaped like a horse’s bit for the lingerie shoot. It had been uncomfortable and a little weird, but not terrible.

Lane came back with a heavy oval of black leather with lots of dangling straps and a little hand pump—the kind attached to blood pressure cuffs.

“Open your mouth.”

Addie parted her lips and let him fit the rubber mouthpiece around her teeth. It held her teeth apart slightly and made her feel as if she were at the dentist. It was attached to the oval of leather, which now pressed against her lips, cheeks and chin.

Lane fastened the straps around the back of her neck, under her hair, and then at the top of her head.

With each tug against her face, Addie felt a little sizzle of panic—and arousal. She looked up at Lane, who tipped her face up with a hand under her chin.

“I want you to remember that you asked for this.”

He took the pump and attached it to the piece over her face. With the first squeeze something popped out of the mouthpiece and touched her tongue. Pump by pump it expanded, filling her mouth.

Addie couldn’t believe it, that this
thing
in her mouth was filling her cheeks, pushing her jaw down until the straps dug into her face. She tried to shake her head but Lane held her jaw tight in his hands.

She brought up her hands to stop him but he barked, “Hands down,” and she dropped them.

Lane’s face was a mask, emotionless and unreadable. She’d made a mistake, a terrible mistake. She didn’t want this
thing
in her mouth. Tears filled her eyes.

Lane stopped and disconnected the pump. “You’ll remain gagged until I think you’re ready to have it out. I would have preferred not to do this but, as your Dom, what you need is my first priority, so if you need to be harshly gagged, I will do so.”

Was he really saying he’d done this for her? Addie looked up at him, trying to find the mocking, the joke, but it wasn’t there. He was serious.

“Stand. Spread your legs.”

Shakily, Addie obeyed.

“Now lift your arms, keep your elbows bent, upper arms parallel with the floor.”

Addie held up her arms, in a position that made her feel as if she was being robbed, as Lane attached cuffs to her wrists. The cuffs were attached to a loop of rope connected to the top of the bedposts. Once they were attached, he grabbed the dangling end of the rope and pulled, drawing up the slack.

“Try to drop your arms.”

When she relaxed, her arms dropped no more than an inch. Next, Lane knelt, tapped the inside of her knee until she spread each leg another two inches, then drew up the slack in those ropes.

He stepped back, arms hooked across his chest, and examined her. Addie saw SJ, kneeling off to the right, a big-lensed camera pressed to her eye. Addie turned her face away.

“I think it’s finally time to inspect my newest sub.”

Addie closed her eyes and focused on breathing, just breathing. She wanted this gag out of her mouth. She hated it—hated that she couldn’t talk, hated that she couldn’t not think about it.

Cold touched her shoulder. Addie opened her eyes to see the flat of a knife against her upper arm. She jerked in her ropes, eyes wide. She looked to Lane and shook her head. What was he doing with that?

Lane hooked a finger under the center of her bra, drawing it away from her breastbone. With a flick of the knife, he cut the fabric. The cups of the bra clung to her breasts until he sliced through the top of each cup, just below the little circle that connected it to the straps.

Her bra fell away, leaving her bare to the waist.

Addie sucked in a breath, but Lane didn’t even look at her breasts. Instead, he dropped to one knee, pulled her panties from her right hip and slit them. He repeated the process at her left side, then pinched the crotch, fingers brushing her clit, and pulled them out from under her garter belt, tossing them over his shoulder.

Dropping the knife, Lane looked up her body, gaze lingering on each breast, on her beaded nipples. Addie’s breathing was coming quick and hard. She was sure that, kneeling with his head at her crotch, Lane could smell her pussy, see how aroused she was.

His gaze shifted from her breasts to her sex. He touched the strip of dark hair over the top of her sex. “Did you do this in preparation, or do you keep it like this?”

She glared down at him, watched him smile as he remembered she couldn’t answer. His gaze never left her sex.

“I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.”

Palms on her hipbones, he stroked the naked lips of her sex with his thumbs and Addie nearly came. She was ready, so ready. The bondage, the hated gag, the knife- removal of the clothes—if someone had told her about them she would have said they were horrible, never guessing she’d enjoy them the way she was.

Lane parted the lips of her sex. Cold air touched her clit. “You have a beautiful pussy, a beautiful clit. You’re very wet, very aroused. That means that everything I’ve done to you, including denying you an orgasm earlier, has aroused you.”

He ducked lower between her legs, opening her farther. The tips of his thumbs slid into the opening to her sex.

Addie arched forward, bumping her pussy into his head.

“That’s it, good girl.”

Lane stood, his fingers leaving her sex, and Addie started to scream through the gag in frustration, but then his thumbs, wet with her own slick juices, rubbed her nipples.

Addie arched her back, shocked by how acute the sensation was. Lane pinched a nipple with each hand and pulled, the slick, wet buds sliding out of his grasp. He repeated the motion, pinching harder, pulling harder, distending them farther before they slipped away.

“You’ve been very good. You’re an exceptionally beautiful woman, and a gorgeous submissive. Are you ready to be fucked?”

Addie nodded so hard the straps of the gag creaked.

“I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”

Tears sprang to Addie’s eyes. She was actually about to cry, she was so confused and frustrated and ready.

“I’m going to clamp these pretty nipples, then I’ll fuck you with a glass cock. I wish I could fuck you myself.”

Addie watched him walk away, to the dresser where he’d gotten the gag. He grabbed a straight-backed chair from the dining set on his way back and positioned it in front of her.

He dangled two slim clamps in front of her. They looked like tweezers with rubber tips.

“See the circle of metal around the prongs? This allows me to tighten it. This can be anything from,” he positioned the prongs on her right nipple, the little rubber pads pressing in, “pressure to,” he slid the circle of metal up near the tips, forcing the prongs closed, “pain.”

Addie shrieked through her gag as the clamp bit into her nipple. Lane lessened the tension to simple pressure, then attached the second clamp to the other breast. The chain connecting them dangled against her belly.

Lane touched something on the front of her gag. There was a hiss of air and the horrible thing in her mouth started to deflate. He quickly released the straps. When he pulled it away, Addie opened and closed her mouth, swallowing the spit that had pooled. Finally, he released her wrists.

“Bend forward and put your hands on the chair.” He pointed to the straight chair he’d brought over.

Carefully, Addie did as he’d ordered. The nipple clamps shifted, causing her to moan in pleasure. She was afraid to move too fast, afraid she would fly apart into a million pieces. She’d never been so aware of all the parts of her body—she could feel her heartbeat in her clit.

“Arch your back, lock your elbows.” Lane touched her as he gave the orders, pressing on the small of her back and tapping her elbows. “You’ll maintain the position until I tell you to change or release it.”

“Yes, Lane.”

“Good girl.” He lifted the hair from the back of her neck and blew across her nape.

A shiver danced down Addie’s back. Lane released her hair. He brushed the back of her thighs and ass, and when she looked over her shoulder, Addie saw he’d positioned himself between her legs, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the bed.

He spent some time examining and playing with her exposed ass and sex. Fingers danced over her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to examine her rear entrance. He repeated his examination of her pussy, tracing the lips with his thumbs, opening her, blowing across her clit.

Her belly and legs were trembling with arousal. Addie let her head dangle between her arms as she panted, sure this was what it was like to be an animal in heat, focused on nothing but sex.

Then his fingers were gone.

Something hard pressed against her clit. “That’s the tip of the dildo.”