Page 22 of Danger and Dominance (Black Fox Security Doms #1)

Cassidy

From a hidden vertical slot in the alcove, Master David had produced a wooden bar that he set up across the top of the space. It went all the way across, above her head. About an inch in circumference, it made the alcove look a bit like a closet, which made her want to giggle.

“Okay, little spark.” Master David patted the wooden bar with one hand as he turned to look at her, his other hand coming out as if to draw her forward. “Come hold on to the bar.”

Ooh.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was going to use the bar to have her hold position since she’d requested not to be bound.

It was low enough that she could easily hold on to it but high enough that she would be stretched out and at his mercy.

There wouldn’t be anything for her to lean on, like with a cross. It was more like an impromptu frame.

Stepping into the alcove, Cassidy started to reach for the bar.

“Face the other way,” Master David said gently, his hands going to her hips and turning her in place.

She liked it a little too much when he touched her.

Reaching up, facing out toward the rest of the club—a lot of which she couldn’t see thanks to being in the corner—Cassidy wrapped her fingers around the wooden bar.

There was just enough space that Master David could circle around her, though he certainly wouldn’t be able to flog her back while she was in this position.

Trying to guess what he might be planning, realizing that she didn’t know him well enough to even have a clue, was exciting and nerve-wracking in equal measure.

At Stronghold, she’d gotten to know the Doms well enough to know what to expect.

The submissives tended to compare notes, so she hadn’t needed to scene with one to know that he was an ass guy or a tits man or had a fondness for using his belt over any other implement.

With Master David, she had no idea.

Fear chased anticipation chased arousal chased nervousness.

Holding the bar tightly, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, which felt like they had suddenly gone dry.

She tilted her head back slightly as Master David walked around behind her, studying her from every angle.

His fingers trailed along the narrow band of skin that had been exposed between her corset and her skirt, thanks to how she was stretched upwards.

The little touch sent sparks fizzing up and down her body, her nipples feeling itchy as they tightened.

She squirmed in place, which shifted the stiff fabric of the corset, rubbing her breasts against the interior, stimulating the little buds further.

Her quick intake of breath wasn’t just because he was touching her but because of the emotions careening around inside her.

Master David came around to her front, his head bent to look at her, to study her expression.

She met his gaze, heart in her throat, as his fingers continued to move over her skin.

Then he walked around behind her again. This time, he stopped behind her, and she had one moment to wonder what he was going to do—her senses ruffling in anticipation—when she felt the tug on her corset strings.

The constriction around her torso relaxed, and she let out a shuddering breath.

The cords tugged again, and the corset loosened further.

David came around in front of her, taking hold of the top edges of her corset where the clasps were.

His fingers slid under the fabric, pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts, then his gaze clashed with hers.

He looked her directly in the eye as he pushed the sides of the corset together and lifted the side with the top clasps, opening it.

Cool air slid over her body, hard nipples puckering further as the corset was dropped to the side of her, leaving her exposed from the waist up. David’s gaze dropped admiringly, taking in her curves as he put his hands on her sides and slid them upward to cup her breasts.

“Very pretty breasts, little spark,” he murmured, and she felt herself flush with approval. “How sensitive are they?”

“Um… in comparison to what, Sir?” she asked breathlessly, shivering as his hands cupped the soft mounds and squeezed. Heat and need surged inside her, and it was all she could do not to whimper as his thumbs brushed over the hard buds of her nipples.

He chuckled.

“Fair enough. Tell me when it hurts.” His fingers closed around her nipples, his gaze locking onto hers again as he did so. Cassidy’s lips parted in a gasp as he pinched the sensitive nubs hard. She started to lift up on her toes.

“It hurts, Sir.”

“But you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

Cassidy shook her head, feeling her ponytail swinging, hair brushing against her upper back with the movement. If he stopped now, she’d be disappointed.

His grip tightened, crushing the tender buds, and she went up on her tiptoes, her head falling back as her body arched, thrusting her breasts at him as if begging for more. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time, assuaging the ache inside her, making her throb along.

Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he pinched them, tugging on them and testing her with each little bit of torture.

Seeing how much she could take. Eyes closed, mouth open, she panted, moaning as he took his time playing with her.

The bar she was holding onto creaked, her fingers flexing on its length.

Holding still was so much more difficult than being held in place, and she regretted that she wasn’t ready to be bound. It would have been a lot easier than keeping her hands on the bar when all she wanted to do was reach down and hold on to his wrists.

“I think these pretty nipples need some jewelry.”

“If it pleases you, Sir.”

Whatever he wanted.

David

Fucking hell.

His cock was rock hard and aching to be released from his pants.

Why did I say no sex again?

Because I’m a dumbass.

No, because I’m professional.

A professional dumbass.

It was the right decision, and he knew it, but he didn’t have to like it.

Already, he was pushing against the lines governing his behavior.

It wasn’t like he had to play with her breasts to give her a satisfying scene.

He just hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, and right now, he had an excuse not to.

Besides, she liked it. And he had planned to make sure he knew what her limits were so he could keep an eye on her…

ascertaining them for himself made sense.

The stiff buds were now a darker pink, flushed from all his ministrations, than they had been when he’d first pulled her corset free of her body.

The urge to bend down and suck one rosy nub into his mouth was almost overwhelming, but that felt like going over the lines he’d drawn in the sand for himself. So, clamps it was.

Cupping one breast with his hand, he closed the rubber-tipped clamp around it.

Cassidy moaned low in her throat, and he felt the sound of it all the way down his body to his dick, which throbbed against his pants.

The clamps were at about mid-tightness because he wasn’t sure how much she would be able to take.

The other clamp hung from the chain connecting them, and he scooped it up, switching his hold to her other breast, hefting it so he could attach the clamp to that nipple as well.

“How does that feel, little spark?” he asked, watching her face closely for her reactions. She was like a banked fire, simmering low in the embers, tiny sparks floating off her, not quite ready to come roaring back to life. What would it take for her to fully catch fire and flare again?

Would he be the one to turn her spark into a flame?

“Good, Sir,” she said breathlessly, her voice huskier than before.

“I think you can take a little more then, don’t you?” The question was rhetorical. He was already reaching to hold the first clamp, his other hand grasping the tiny screw and turning it to tighten the grip.

“Oh!” She went up on her toes, her head falling back again as the clamp tightened around her nipple, squeezing it tighter with every turn of the screw. David gave it a good four turns before moving to her other nipple and repeating the process with that clamp.

By the time he was done, she was panting for breath, shuddering, and shifting the muscles of her arms and shoulders as they bunched together and relaxed. He bet that if he thrust his fingers into her underwear, he would find her soaking wet.

But I’m not going to do that because I’m a professional dumbass.

“There we go,” he said with satisfaction, giving the chain hanging between her breasts a little tug.

She squeaked as he released the chain, and it bounced, breasts jiggling from the motion.

Wide eyes met his, filled with heat and need and pleading.

“Let’s get you turned around. I want to use the flogger. ”

That and he needed her to stop looking at him before he said fuck it and threw his ethics to the wind just because he wanted to get laid. He didn’t know why she had such an effect on him, but he couldn’t deny that she did.

Maybe because she was forbidden fruit. If he could have her, he wouldn’t want her as much.

Or maybe I’m fooling myself.

Ignoring the insidious little voice in his head, David kept his hands on her hips as he spun her around.

Once she was no longer facing him, once he couldn’t see her big doe eyes peering up at him anymore, once her breasts were no longer begging him to touch them, he felt like he could breathe a little easier.

As much as he’d enjoyed watching her expressions, the interplay of fear and excitement chasing across her face in equal measure, seeing them was also making everything harder. Especially his cock.

The ends of her hair brushed across her shoulder blades, and David carefully moved her ponytail so it hung down in front of her.

“Bend your head forward so the flogger doesn’t catch your hair,” he ordered. The last thing he wanted was the strands of leather getting tangled with the silky strands of her hair. Was it even possible? He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to take the chance.

Cassidy’s head bent just a touch, and David couldn’t help but slide his finger down her spine, tracing the long length of her back until the waistband of her skirt cut him off. Her skirt was definitely staying on. He wasn’t a fucking masochist, and he had already been torturing himself.

As his finger moved over her back, her shoulders rolled, then relaxed, and he saw her let out a long sigh. Good. That was exactly what he wanted for her. She should be able to relax. To feel safe. To know that she was protected.

“Good girl,” he said, giving her butt a pat over the PVC skirt. Not hard enough to be a swat, but firm enough that she’d be able to feel it. “Stay right there.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured as he moved away, going to his bag to get the flogger he kept there.

It wasn’t his favorite flogger, which was in his regular toy bag, but he liked it well enough, and it was perfect for tonight.

Light enough to be on the edge of stingy and thuddy while the knots on the end of it added a bit of extra weight and sensation.

Getting into place, he felt eyes on him, and he looked over to see Claudia watching him from about ten feet back.

He raised his eyebrows at her, but she just nodded.

She was watching over things, most likely so that she could reassure Cassidy that she had.

If it were anyone else, David might have felt insulted at the lack of trust, but he knew this was about Cassidy, not him.

Besides, if Claudia caught something, some reaction, that he missed, he’d thank her for it.

Refocusing his attention on Cassidy, he flicked out the flogger, letting the leather fall over her bare shoulders in a pattern of sensation. She shuddered, rolling her shoulders again, her head moving back and forth.

Stepping forward, he ran his hand over the spot where he’d just landed the blow.

“How was that?” he asked. To him, it had been light, but this was their first time scening together, and he wanted to make sure he had a good understanding of her limits.

Cassidy turned her head slightly, enough so he could see her profile and that she was smiling as she sassed him.

“A little weak. Sir.”

The way she said it was daring, as if she was testing him.

Seeing what he would do. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was bratty or because she was uncertain of how he would react to an insult.

Though, she didn’t tense when she said it, so he hoped she was just feeling comfortable enough to push him a little.

Very well.

Challenge accepted.