Page 52 of Strings Attached
“No. I bought these a few days ago. Needed to prepare for your big day today.” He put a collar around my neck, and I shivered when the sound of a click locked it onto me. “Since this is what you wanted so much.”
He grabbed a small chain and hooked it to the collar before locking the other end onto a metal hook embedded into the floor; I hadn’t even noticed the thing next to my knee. At this angle, I couldn’t get up even if I wanted to, and suddenly, the ground was too cold through my leggings.
“Why did you want to play the victim?” he asked, sliding out his knife and pointing it at me.
“I want to add it to my report.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth of it either.
“You’re hiding something, and until you tell me the whole reason, well...” He left the rest hanging as he stood. He walked around me, and I yelped when he grabbed my ass and lifted me to my feet. I was forced to lean forward with only his hands keeping me from falling flat on my face. He ripped off my leggings and panties, and my body heated at the action. But he didn’t touch me beyond that, instead forcing me back down to kneel. This time, the ground was way too cold against my skin, and I shivered.
There was a loud click, and I glanced back as he moved a portable heater behind me. “This will keep you warm. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, now would we?” he said with a wink.
I wanted to call him every name in the book, but before I could, he grabbed the hem of my top and wrenched. It ripped, the sound resonating through the small room.
“You fucking bastard. What the fuck?” I yelled at him. I liked that top.
He just chuckled as he yanked it off of me, then proceeded to take my bra off next. Thankfully, the straps were detachable, so he didn’t need to ruin it. I was still fuming.
“I’ve been meaning to do this for some time...” He went back to the high table and dangled something in front of me. A ball gag, but instead of the gag, it was a bar of soap.
I gawked at him. “You wouldn’t...” But I knew all too well he very much would.
I pressed my lips together when he walked around me again, but he pinched my nose. As I did my best to only suck in a few breaths here and there, he was eventually able to shove the bar between my teeth. He strapped the leather bounds together at the back of my head, and I grimaced as the taste filled my mouth. I would murder him for this.
He grabbed something else but didn’t show it to me. It was made of cloth with buckles on the side, kind of like a pair of panties that detached on the sides. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy this,” he said with amusement as he slipped it under me between my legs. I pushed my knees together, stopping him from being able to continue. He stared at me for a few seconds before reaching behind him and pulling out a riding crop. Without a word, he slammed it down against my upper thigh, and a muffled scream left me. The soap tasted stronger as I bit into it, saliva dribbling down the corners of my mouth.
Fuck. You.
However, I parted my knees again, not wanting to feel that kind of sting again. My body had healed from the beating I’d gotten a few weeks back, and I wasn’t planning on having that many more bruises. Although I couldn’t deny this wasn’t the same thing at all; the way Jack took control in this situation, his calm demure, really turned me on.
As he put the crop away, he pulled out nipple clamps, and my heart skipped a beat. I’d never had those used on me before, but I was excited to see how they’d feel. He took a sip from the paper cup on the table, then leaned forward to suckle one of my nipples in his mouth. I gasped; whatever he’d drunk was icy cold, and my hard peaks stiffened even more.
He pulled away and then clamped it, adjusting the tightness with care. A slow throb turned into pressure between my legs, and I breathed a bit faster. He did the same thing to my other nipple, and by the time he finished, I was panting. Heat pooled from my pussy, and I nearly bit down against the soap again.
“You enjoy that, don’t you?” he said with amusement as he gave the small chain connecting the clamps together a small tug.
I moaned, arching back, throbbing with more need than I’d thought possible. He grabbed the strange underwear, and a strangled sound left my throat as he pushed something big against my wet opening. He thrust the dildo inside me, and I groaned against the building pressure. Something hard pressed against my clit, and I whimpered as it vibrated to life.
Oh...they were that kind of panties.
I’d only ever seen these in pornos, and although I’d been curious to try, I never thought I’d be doing it while chained to the ground of a shed as a bar of soap assaulted my tongue.
He slid the doors open and glanced over his shoulder at me with an icier smile than the weather. “Enjoy yourself for a while.” They shut again, and I let out a growl as I throbbed with release.
34
Dark Side
By the time Jack came back for me, it had stopped snowing. I was sore from being stuck in the same position. On top of that, I’d cum several times from the clit stimulation and was oversensitive to even the smallest movement. As soon as he turned off the vibrator, I nearly cried in relief.
He covered me in a blanket before picking me up in his arms and carrying me out. I winced in the cold, but within a few steps, he was already inside the cabin. It was a one-room design with a tiny kitchen on one side and a small living room with a large fireplace on the other. Flames roared inside the pit as though it had been lit for quite some time, and I relaxed as the heat enveloped me.
Placing me on the loveseat, he unbound my arms, massaging each one thoroughly as he flexed them to the front. I whimpered at the sudden opposite movements, but as the minutes ticked on, my limbs felt better and better. He continued kneading my muscles as he undid the gag, and I spit out the bar of soap; never in my life had I hated something so much.
He pushed my hair to the side, and I let out a breath as his lips brushed against the crook of my neck. “How are you feeling?” he asked in a hushed tone.
I opened my mouth to say something but closed it again when no words came to mind. He’d locked me away in a shed for God knows how long. All the while overstimulating me while I was alone. Tears rolled down my face as he reached around me and undid the nipple clamps. A rush of blood prickled against them, and I hissed through my teeth at the sudden warmth.
He stood and helped me to my feet, his eyes darkening as he stared at me. Without a word, he helped me out of the underwear and then covered me with the blanket again. I was about to ask him if I could go to sleep, but he picked me up again and sat back down with me between his legs. He held me close, and I leaned my face against his chest, listening to his heart beating.
