Chapter Four

 

He’d planned to bind her arms to the simple, rustic St. Andrew’s cross that was hidden among the fake trees. Start with a spanking with his hand, then a nice flogging to get her all hot and bothered, then he’d strip off her clothes while she was still on the St. Andrew’s.

But he was going to call an audible and change the plan. Instead of using the wintery-blue nylon rope to create rope bracelets to bind her to the St. Andrews, he had her stand and started working the rope around her arms.

Her skin was smooth, her arms hard with more muscle than he’d expected or remembered. She was silent and accepting as he worked the rope. The only sound was the zip of nylon sliding against itself and the click of the camera’s shutter.

When he was done she wore an arm binder that started halfway down her biceps and finished at her wrists.

“How do you feel?”

She adjusted her shoulders. “It’s not too tight.”

“That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking how you are feeling.”

She swayed toward him, asking silently, and maybe unconsciously, for his touch, for his comfort. He covered her shoulders with his hands, fingertips toying with the lacy straps.

“I’m feeling…scared. Nervous.”

He slid the straps off her shoulders, so they lay draped on her upper arms. She tipped her head to the side, an invitation he was happy to accept.

Reis bent his head and kissed the side of her neck.

“Hot,” she murmured. “I feel hot, needy.”

“Aroused?”

“Aroused.”

Reese moved his hands from her shoulders down to her hips where laced-up ties kept her panties closed. He toyed with the strings, letting the ends dangle against the outside of her thighs. She shifted uneasily, or maybe it was restlessly. He moved around to her side, crouching so he was eye level with her hip. Taking a single string between two fingers he pulled, undoing the bow. He heard the camera shutter click.

Once the bow was undone, the rough string still held so he slid his finger under the lacing and loosened it one “X” at the time. He could hear her breathing faster, watched as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, before he finally pulled the entire string free. The front and back of her panties separated, each side falling away from her body. He could have shoved them off but instead he circled around and repeated this slow unlacing on her other side. This time when he pulled the string free, the fabric fell away leaving her naked from the bottom of her corset to her ankles.

Her pussy wasn’t fully waxed. There was a small patch of trimmed hair on her mons. Reis shifted to get a better look.

“Spread,” he ordered.

She stepped wide, with no hesitation. Just to remind her who was in charge, he tapped the inside of her left leg. She inched that leg further out. He could see the muscles in her legs tense as she strained to hold the pose.

He bent his head, inspecting her pussy. Her labia were smooth and free from hair. He could see hints of her inner pink core, and her pussy was visibly wet. He inhaled and she jerked as if he’d poked her.

“Kiara?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Smell me.”

He looked up, but she wasn’t looking down at him, she was looking into middle distance. He reached around behind her and smacked her ass. “Look at me, Kiara.”

She pressed her lips together, then, with clear reluctance, lowered her gaze. He shifted so that he was on both knees.

“Right now, you are mine.” He held her gaze, and put steel into his words.

“Yes…Sir.”

Again that delicious, promising, pause.

“You ordered me not to do something, and you’re denying me the pleasure of your pussy.”

“I didn’t mean…I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You will be, but before we get to your punishment I want to make sure you understand that I will touch you, use you, as I see fit.” He cupped her mound, pressed up with the heel of his hand. Her eyelids fluttered. “Our contact prevents me from penetrating your pussy with my cock, but my fingers and mouth will explore every sweet, juicy inch of you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That includes your scent, and your taste.” Keeping his hand cupped over her mound he pressed his middle finger up between her labia. She was hot, molten hot, and creamy wet. He probed between her folds before pulling his hand away.

“Eyes on me.” He waited until she was looking and then slid his finger into his mouth, tasting her. She tasted delicious, her cream thick on his tongue.

Kiara’s mouth was open, her full lower lip glistening. Her breasts rose and fell temptingly above her top of the corset. He was a breast man, and he was looking forward to having those luscious things fill his hands and mouth.

Now that he’d licked his finger clean, he said, “Now for a punishment.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to understand, and to submit.” He pushed to his feet and she dropped her gaze.

“Yes, Sir.”

He grabbed a hold of her braid, pulling it over her shoulder so the end touched the top of her breast. “Follow me. I’m going to put you in a stress position and use a belt on your ass.”

“A belt, Sir?” There was a thread of fear laced through her tone, and his cock reacted, twitching in his pants. He’d realized long ago that his cock was the root of his sadistic streak.

“Yes, Kiara. A belt.”

She was breathing heavily, and when he turned and started to walk away she followed him meekly.

He led her between the trees, deeper into the set, until they got to the small “clearing” he wanted. Here there were only a few decorative piles of fake snow. Instead extra white mats had been laid down, making the floor comfortable for someone to stand or kneel on for long periods of time. A freestanding box frame made of the same rustic wood as the St. Andrew’s cross held the place of honor in the center. It was seven feet high, five feet long, and two feet wide. Evenly spaced cross bars made it look a bit like a monkey bars on a playground, but these bars weren’t for swinging from. Well, at least, not that kind of swinging.

“Under the frame, spread your legs.”

Kiara, arms bound behind her, chin down, got into position. He left her there for a moment, ignoring Summer as she slid past him, eyeing Kiara in a distinctly different way than he had been eyeing her just a second before.

When he came back, Summer, who was lying flat on her back taking a picture of Kiara from below, rolled out of his way. She slid between two trees, once more giving them the illusion of privacy.

He stayed behind Kiara, not letting her see what he had in his hands, and once more took a knee. She was wearing short, soft boots. He left those on—it was more in-keeping with their snow-theme—and fastened ankle restraints around her lower calves above the tops of the boots.

Then he attached a spreader bar to the rungs in the restraints. He tapped the inside of her legs until she was wobbling a little, trying to maintain her balance with her arms pulled behind her. When she was spread as wide as he wanted, he fixed the spreader bar to that distance and rose, keeping a hand on her so she didn’t fall.

Next he picked up a second length of dark-blue rope and looped it around her bound wrists.

“Bend forward, I’ll hold you. You won’t fall.”

He held her hips as she hesitantly obeyed. He tossed the ends of the rope up over the frame and then pulled down, raising her arms as he did so. He pulled until she was bent at a ninety-degree angle and her wrists were a foot above her ass. The position would put a strain on her muscles, and cause more discomfort than the spanking. Masochists didn’t want their pain to come from weird uncomfortable positions. They wanted their nipples pinched and asses spanked.

He wanted to pinch her nipples and spank her ass, but he needed to help her submit, and that meant a true punishment.

He picked up the final item he’d collected—a wide leather belt. It wasn’t a belt anyone would wear, but rather an expensive, hand-crafted piece of BDSM equipment that was made to look like a belt. He folded it in half, holding the buckle and end in one hand, then slapping the loop against his own leg. Leather belt snapped against leather pants, making a satisfyingly terrifying sound.

Kiara jumped, taking an awkward half step forward, the clips holding her ankle restraints to the spreader bar jangling.

“Ten,” he warned her.

“Yes, Sir. Would you like me to count?” Her words were meek, her tone that unique-to-submissives mix of fear, arousal, and anticipation.

“No need.”

He swung his arm out to the side and then snapped the belt against her ass. She yelped, and after a second a nice pink flush appeared along her butt.

Another strike, another line of lovely pink skin. He was careful not to hit the same place twice. He built the intensity up through the sixth blow, then lightened his touch for the final four.

The crack from the last blow was still echoing off the warehouse roof when he undid the spreader bar and helped her move her feet together. That allowed her to straighten enough to take most of the pressure off her arms and shoulders.

“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice had a soft, dreamy quality to it.

“It is my honor and my pleasure to correct you.” Reis brushed his hand over her ass, liking the heat it was giving off. “How are you feeling?”

“Hot. Needy. Aching.” This time there was no hesitation in her words.

“Good.” Mindful of how long she’d been in the rope bondage, he quickly unlaced the arm binder, instead tying her wrists together behind her back. He made sure it was loose enough that she could easily flex her elbows, and that her wrists crossed naturally. When he released her hands after checking the slack she let them fall against her ass. Her fingers stretched out, touching her heated flesh.

“You’re a lovely pink color,” he told her.

“Thank you again, Sir.”

“Now I think it’s time to remove your corset.”

She sighed happily. “Yes, Sir.”

He positioned himself in front of her. The corset laced up the back, but he knew enough about corsets to know that screwing around with the lacing once it was set was enough to make even the most mild-mannered woman homicidal. He went for the hook and eye closures hidden in the front.

“You’re smiling, Sir.”

“I am?” He skimmed his fingers along the soft skin of her abdomen below the bottom edge of the corset. “This is like unwrapping a present.”

He grasped the lower edges of the corset, pressing towards the center. The first two hooks came undone.

He switched to the top, grasping the upper edges, his fingers curled under the leather to press against her soft breasts. She inhaled, soft flesh rising against his fingers. He waited for her to exhale before undoing the upper two hooks.

“Did you make this corset?”

“Yes, Sir. The straps are removable.”

He ran his fingers along the inside of the breast cups, finding the fastenings that held the lace straps in place. He undid those, and they fell away, dangling from the back of the corset.

Hook by hook he undid the corset, exposing one sweet inch of flesh at a time. When only the two center hooks remained, and her breasts were ready to spill out of the loosened corset, he reached for them.

Sliding his hands under the leather that was warm from her skin, he cupped her breasts, one in each hand, molding and squeezing them. She tipped her head back and sighed in what sounded like relief.

He hadn’t been imagining it. Her breasts were larger than they had been five years ago. They were now each a delicious handful, weighty enough in his palms that he could imagine pressing them together and taking both nipples in his mouth at once or sliding his cock between them.

He pulled his hands out of her corset and she leaned towards him, trying to maintain the contact.

Reis undid the final hooks and tossed the corset aside. She now stood gloriously naked before him.

“Beautiful.” He traced two fingers over her collarbone, down between her breasts, and around the bottom of her left breast. “Your nipples were pierced before.”

“I took them out, Sir.”

“Why?”

She shrugged delicately. “I wasn’t enjoying them anymore. They made some corsets uncomfortable.”

“If you weren’t enjoying them, then they needed to come out. Breasts are meant to be enjoyed.”

A smile flirted with the corners of her mouth. “Yes, Sir.”

“I plan to enjoy them.” He cupped her breasts, thumbing the nipples. She arched into his touch, mouth falling open. “Your breasts were lovely when your nipples were pierced. The gold bars made sure that everyone looked at you.” He plucked both nipples simultaneously, wringing a gasp from her.

“Everyone, Sir?” Her question was breathless.

“Maybe I was the only one who couldn’t take my eyes off these tits.”

“I liked showing off my breasts back then.”

“Now you don’t?”

“I don’t need to.”

Reis blinked in surprise. There was strength and self-assurance in her words. He’d been right before. This was a woman standing naked before him. Who he’d known before had been a girl.

“You never needed to,” he said, though he had no idea if that was the right thing to say. Time to steer the conversation away from serious things. “Without the piercings there are more options for playing with and hurting these sweet nipples.” He plucked them again, harder this time.

“Hurting?” She panted. There was no fear, only desire.

Masochists really were wonderful.

Grasping one nipple he turned and started walking, leading her by the tip of her left breast. She stumbled to keep up with him. Summer scrambled through the trees, the shutter of her camera clicking merrily.

He brought her back to the stump. “Up,” he commanded.

Kiara carefully climbed onto the stump. He didn’t release her nipple, smiling as she bent forward, keeping her breast close to his hand. Only when she had both feet on the stump did he release her.

“Stand up. I’m going to play with those sweet tits.”

Her only reply was to spread her legs. Maybe she did it to brace herself, maybe she did it to invite him to touch her pussy. Or maybe she did it because she was a submissive and it was her duty to make herself open and available to him.

He walked slowly off the winter set, slipping behind the curtain to the staging area of toys. He took his time sorting through the nipple clamp options, tucking several into the back pocket of his leathers.

The walk back to the set was like some sort of fantasy. He ducked between the heavy black curtains and with a single step he went from a drab, industrial warehouse floor to a winter wonderland. And waiting there, raised above the forest floor, tall and vulnerable amid the snow and trees, was his lovely captive. She was naked save for the boots, which would have protected her feet from the cold if this were actual snow. As it was, the presence of the shoes seemed to highlight her nakedness. He could see the edge of her pink ass, and her pussy lips looked fuller than they had before—she was highly aroused. Her breasts were full and lovely, her nipples tight brown-pink buds.

Her eyes were half closed, her lashes hiding the direction of her gaze, but he could feel her watching him.

Reis stopped in front of the stump. Her breasts were at his eye level, which was perfect.

Digging into his pocket he pulled out tweezer clamps. They were simple silver, with black rubber tips. A thin silver chain connected them.

“Put your nipple in my mouth,” he told her.

Kiara shuffled forward a few inches, then bent at the waist. Her left breast, the nipple he’d pinched to guide her forward, tapped his cheek before brushing against his lips. He kept his mouth closed, making her work for it.

Her nipple rubbed side to side along the seam of his lips, then up and down, bumping against his nose and chin. He could tell from the sound of her breathing that she was enjoying it. Her skin smelled like lavender and something else, something uniquely her.

When his own deep well of patience ran dry, Reis parted his lips. She eagerly thrust her nipple into his mouth. He sucked the sweet tip, then chuckled at her delighted sigh.

He’d kept his hands to himself, but now he tucked the clamps into his waistband and grabbed her hips, splaying his fingers wide. She wiggled a little, rubbing herself against his palms like a cat begging to be petted. He obliged her, stroking her sides from knee to ribcage and then back down. He used firm pressure, molding her flesh with his fingers as he continued to suck and nibble on her left nipple.

“Edge,” she gasped.

Reis pulled his head back. Her nipple popped from his mouth. The tip of her breast glistened with his saliva, now closer to red than pink.

“You’re close to coming?” he asked.

“I think so. I…I…” She shook her head, strands of hair escaping her braid.

“Have you come from nipple play before?”

Her cheeks heated. “Only once before.”

With him. He’d forgotten that particularly delightful tidbit until right now. It had been on their second day together. He’d been edging her mercilessly, then given her pussy a break to tug on her nipple piercings with his teeth, and she’d come.

“I thought that was from the edging,” he admitted. “I didn’t realize you could come from nipple play alone.”

Her blush deepened. “I’m not sure I can, Sir.”

“But you were worried enough to tell me.” He cupped her neglected right breast and thumbed the nipple.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, I think that good behavior deserves a reward.” He leaned in and captured her as-yet-unsucked nipple in his mouth.

His cock, which had been semi-hard for what felt like an hour, was now a steel pole in his pants. The tight leathers usually helped control his erection, but this time he was too turned on for the normally uncomfortable constructions to be a deterrent. He wanted to fuck her with the sort of desperation that drove men mad. He wanted to fuck her, and that was one of the things he contractually couldn’t do.

Damn it all to hell.

His own frustration made him rough with her. He gently bit her nipple and pulled back, stretching the tip of her breast. She yelped, then cried out in sweet agony when he jerked his head back, her nipple slipping between his front teeth. She hunched her shoulders forward, as if to protect her breasts. He slapped the right breast, watching it dance in reaction.

She gasped, eyes now fully closed. He gently slapped the other breast, watching her. For a moment she stayed hunched and then slowly, slowly, she straightened her shoulders, arching her back to present her breasts to him, inviting him to do more.