Page 22 of Caging Cessie (Submissives of Rawhide Ranch #20)

Cessie gasped and flinched. As willing as she was, instinct didn’t allow her to hold totally still.

Her master reached up and slapped her left breast.

She was standing in the living room, arms stretched up and out, while her feet were spread wide thanks to a spreader bar attached to the sturdier restraint-type cuffs that were now around her ankles in addition to the anklet-style ones with the jesses.

Suspension cuffs hugged her wrists, while the jesses on her arms had once more been moved up to her forearms.

The ropes on her wrists were attached to eyehooks in a beam above her head. She had a good view of the beam, the ropes, and Leon kneeling at her feet thanks to the large mirror now positioned in front of her and slightly to one side.

When he’d opened the door to the cabin she’d been on her knees with the hood on. She wanted to be his Cestrayl. Wanted to eat from his hand and be blindfolded everywhere but the cage.

Instead, he’d opted for the flip side of the visual stimulation coin—instead of seeing nothing, she was now watching a reflection of herself.

Leon once more swiped her clit with a soft, dry cloth, removing the thin layer of arousal fluid. Again, her hips jerked in response to the harsh-seeming touch.

“Hold still,” he commanded.

With a whimper, she obeyed, tightening her leg and abdominal muscles.

He gently pinched and tugged her clit, his grip firm thanks to the lack of slippery fluid. She whimpered but held still.

“Good girl. Now for the clamp.”

Cessie watched in the mirror as he slowly raised one of the belled tweezer clamps from yesterday between her legs. His body blocked her view once he leaned in, so she closed her eyes.

Soft pressure gripped the sides of her clit. Tighter, tighter.

Her hips jerked as she cried out, and the sound of the bells now dangling from her clit—a distinct tone differing from that of the wrist or ankle bells—rang through the cabin.

Leon gave it one gentle tug, then tightened it just a bit more by sliding the catch further up the long legs of the tweezer clamp.

Pain and pleasure slipped through her in equal measure. Cessie floated through the sensations, feeling her heartbeat in her captured clit.

Leon rose and kissed her before gripping her hair and forcing her to arch back. The position thrust her breasts forward and he bent to them.

He took her nipple in his mouth, painting her skin with his tongue before gently gripping with his teeth and pulling. She looked down, watching her skin distend.

He kept pulling, the grip of his teeth not quite a bite, but harder than the clamps yesterday had been. Finally, he pulled too far and her nipple slid from between his teeth, the hard edge compressing her sensitive flesh.

She gasped as pleasure pulsed through her. Her hips jerked as her sex throbbed, and the bells on the clit clamp rang frantically.

Then he repeated the bite and pull with her other breast. She whimpered softly in anticipation of the pain, all the bells ringing when her nipple finally slid free of the prison of his teeth and she jerked reflexively.

“You have such pretty, sensitive breasts.” He stood before her tall and imposing, his gaze on her breasts. He had each nipple gripped between a finger and thumb. “Once we have a playroom at home, I’m going to train you to come from nipple play alone.”

As he rolled and tugged her nipples, each small motion causing a flare of electric pleasure, she had no doubt he could train her body to respond to his touch that way. It was only when she was helplessly humping the air that he released her, sliding around behind her.

“You haven’t come since we got here. You must be desperate to come. Desperate for my cock.”

“Yes, Master, yes.”

“Then beg.” There was no mercy in his words. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me, Master. I need your cock inside me. Your fingers. Anything.”

“Anything?”

Footsteps retreated, but only for a moment. Something clinked softly. Then she heard a glove snapping on and her ass clenched.

“I’ve had your pretty mouth, and from now on you’ll start each day with my cock in-between your lips, but for now I want another of your holes.”

Cessie moaned and tipped her hips back, offering him her ass to use and abuse.

A lubed finger rubbed her clenched anus gently.

The nerve endings there lit up, warming her with pleasure.

When he slipped a single finger inside her, she moaned in relief at finally being filled.

Her body clenched tight around his digit as he leisurely slid it all the way in, and then all the way out, of her ass.

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough.

“Please, Master. May I have more in my ass?”

“More?”

“I need you to stretch me open, I need two, three fingers. Your cock.”

“You will take my cock, but not just yet.”

She heard that clinking noise again, and then a burning sensation against her rear entrance. For a confused moment it felt hot—ginger again? Then her brain caught up, and she realized it was a cold burn.

Then the hard, cold thing breached her ring of muscle. She cried out, going up on her toes, but he was relentless, forcing it up inside her.

Her nipples hardened as she shivered.

“How does the ice feel?”

“Ice?”

He bent to the bowl he’d set down beside her, pulling out another short, round ice cube. Still standing behind her he held it out in front of her so she could see it both directly and in the mirror.

Once he’d given her a moment to study it, he rubbed it over each nipple, working it until a nipple was inside the little depression on the end of the cylindrical ice cube.

Then he slipped that ice cube into her ass too.

Then a third.

A fourth.

Cessie shivered, watching in the mirror as he stooped for the fifth ice cube. She was shivering, but she didn’t know if it was from internal cold or need.

Leon looked at her in the mirror as he slowly reached between her legs, making sure she watched.

She knew, where this ice cube was going. She screamed when he rubbed the ice cube against her clamped clit.

“After the burn yesterday, I thought you deserved something to cool you down.”

It was agony having him work the ice against her clit. The hard, smooth thing rubbed her just the way she wanted, but the cold made it impossible to get pleasure from the touch.

This one he slid up into her pussy, though it slipped out again almost immediately, a tiny little piece of ice falling to the floor between her helplessly spread legs.

She watched eagerly as Leon rolled a condom onto his cock. She tipped her hips, waiting for him to fuck her ass, but instead he reached up and unbuckled the cuffs, which swung lazily away, still suspended by the ropes. Before she could panic, he put a hand on the small of her back.

“Grab your ankles.”

Cessie bent, gripping her ankles. The spreader bar prevented her from closing her legs, and they were spread too wide for her to really balance. She would have fallen if not for Leon’s hands on her hips.

The tip of his cock nudged her anus. He took a moment to line them up, and then the head of his cock breached her.

She hissed out a breath at the short burst of pain as her ass was forced to take the fat head of his cock. He gave her a moment to adjust, and then he thrust in a little more, the lube he must have applied to the condom allowing him to slide in easily even as her body clenched around him.

He was so thick, so hard. Her body ached with a slight burn of being stretched, and it was exactly what she needed.

They were both panting by the time he was fully seated in her. He held her that way for a moment, and then started to thrust.

Except he didn’t thrust in and out. Instead, he stood still and pulled her onto his cock.

With only two points of contact with the floor, she had no leverage to hold her body still even if she wanted to.

He yanked her back onto his cock, then pushed her forward with the hold on her hips only to yank her back again.

Her hair hung to the floor, sweeping it as he used her like a sex toy.

The bells on her wrists and ankles weren’t moving much, but the bells dancing from her aching clit chimed.

She watched in the mirror as he rocked her body forward and back, forward and back. She was helpless and loved every second of it, even as her head started to ache from being upside down.

“Fuck,” he snarled, “fuck you’re so tight. I can feel the fucking ice cubes click against each other in your ass.”

Her sex, so desperately empty, clenched down in reaction to his words.

“Harder, please, harder.” She wanted him to use her. Abuse her. “I want to be your fuckdoll. Your plaything. Your?—”

With a snarl he pulled out of her ass. A second later and she was free of the spreader bar.

His hands pulled her to a standing position. Cruel fingers reached around from behind, pinched her nipples until she cried out.

“I’m going to come deep in your pussy.” He seemed to loom over her shoulder, a dark, deadly presence. “You’re going to tell me who you belong to while I fuck you. You’re going to look at me as I come in your pussy and you promise that my cock is the last cock to ever touch you.”

Something shifted between them, because those words were about promising more than her present, but her future as well.

She nodded and he twisted her nipples one last time before dragging her into the bedroom.

Walking made the clamp on her clit pull and twist as her thighs brushed the dangling bells. She whimpered, “My clit.”

Leon yanked open the cage door and pushed her down onto the bed. He grabbed her legs behind the knees and raised them, forcing her legs up with her butt almost hanging off the edge.

He spread her legs wide, her sex flowering open for him. The clamp on her clit shifted, the bells tapping against her labia and entrance.

“Look at me, baby.”

Cessie opened her eyes, swimming up through the layers of arousal and submission until she was fully there, fully aware of the moment.

Leon held her gaze, reached down between her legs, and yanked the clamp off her clit.

Cessie screamed, pain shooting through her. Except it was both more and less than pain. It was pure sensation, devoid of labels.

And her body responded too it, her vagina and ass both clenching.

A second later his cock tunneled into her with one long, hard thrust.

Again, she screamed, but this time it was unmistakably in pleasure.

“Edge, edge, edge,” she chanted desperately. The pleasure of being full after days of need brought her right up to the precipice.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

Her legs were hooked over his arms, giving him complete control of her lower body. He spread her open wider, lifted her a little and then thrust in again.

Again, pleasure ripped through her. Only a few other times in her life had she orgasmed without direct clit stimulation.

And it was going to happen again today.

She’d been too needy for too long, and as he switched from long, deliberate thrusts to hard, brutal fucking, that sweet pressure inside her reached the breaking point.

“I love you. I love you,” she panted. “My Master, my Leon. I love you. I’m yours. Now. Always.”

“Mine,” he growled, sounding savage, as if his control too were shredded, but not in a way she feared. In a way she craved, because it meant she affected him as much as he affected her.

“I will fuck you and love you and take care of you until I die. I will use you and worship you and—” his words cut off on a choked sound.

Her eyes had slid closed but now she opened them, holding his gaze as he continued to pound into her.

“I trust you,” she whispered, the reverent words deliciously at odds with the savage fucking. “I trust you with my heart and soul.”

It was the look in his eyes, as if he’d finally found something he’d been searching for all his life, that pushed her over the edge.

The pressure inside her tore. Every muscle went taut as her vagina clamped down on his cock, milking him until he went still above her, only his cock moving as it twitched deep within her.