Page 39 of Danger and Dominance (Black Fox Security Doms #1)

Cassidy

It only took him a moment to shift the string between her buttocks, then the cold, wet tip of the metal plug pushed against her bottom hole, stretching it and making her gasp as the chilly toy began to push inside her.

She rocked back against it, taking it deeper, feeling her tight ring stretch around the tapered length.

The chain hanging from the clamps on her nipples swung gently beneath her, tugging on the little buds and adding to the sensations.

Master David’s hand came down to rest on the small of her back, making her freeze in place, which was likely the intention.

“Deep breath, sweetheart.”

She automatically did as he ordered, then gasped as the plug pushed all the way in, the heavy toy settling inside her.

It felt good and strange at the same time.

Her bottom clenched around it in little spasms as Master David twisted it back and forth inside her.

All the little nerve endings around her entrance felt like they’d ignited.

“Very pretty.” He commented, pulling gently, then pushing it back in, making her moan a little; she wanted him to be doing that to her pussy. “How does it feel, Cassidy?”

“Good, Sir.” She breathed out the words, feeling like there wasn’t enough air in her lungs to speak normally. Another thrust of the plug rocked her forward, swinging the nipple chain again, and her pussy clenched emptily.

“Good. Let’s get you up on your feet, then I want you on the cross.”

He shifted on his feet, moving to her side and holding out his hand for her to take so he could help her up. Moving with the plug inside her and the clamp chain hanging down just added to the need already sizzling inside her. Even the smallest movement caused additional stimulation.

Taking Master David’s hand, she got to her feet, feeling a little unsteady as her knees protested the change, and she got her heels under her again. She could feel the string of her thong resting against the side of the plug, slightly off-center now that there was something in its way.

Master David moved with her, guiding her to the St. Andrew’s cross on the side of the room, positioning her where he wanted her.

Facing the cross, back to him, hands up on the higher portions of the wooden X.

She could lean against it if she needed to, though her breasts were right at the center of the frame, and doing so would squish her clamped nipples against the hard polished wood.

“Keep your hands right here, little spark.” His hands put hers where he wanted them before sliding down her arms, skimming over her sides and down to her ass. Cassidy’s hips thrust back at him, but he just chuckled, giving her bottom a little, unsatisfying pat before moving away.

She wanted to scream in frustration.

Apparently, getting him off quickly meant he could take his time edging her.

The big jerk.

David

One orgasm had taken the edge off, but his cock was already heading right back to full mast as he got Cassidy exactly how he wanted her.

She swayed as she walked, partly from her time kneeling, partly from the heels she was wearing.

He knew she was probably expecting to be flogged or spanked…

he was looking forward to surprising her.

Part of the reason he wanted her facing away from him to start with was so that she couldn’t see what he was planning right away.

Going back to his kit, he pulled out the small finger vibrator, slipping it over the first two fingers of his left hand.

It was just a little bullet vibe as a silicone ring, with two ring spaces to keep it steady.

He put it on so the vibrator was on the palm side of his hand.

Then he picked up his other toy of choice for the evening—the Wartenburg pinwheel, which had four of the spiky rolling wheels on its end.

The four wheels would spread out the pricking, tingling sensation rather than isolating it with one wheel.

He had one of those, too, but right now, he wanted to play with the four wheels.

Although flogging her first would make her skin even more sensitive, since this was their first time playing with it, he wanted to start from scratch and see how she reacted.

Nothing on her forms indicated she had any special interest in or aversion to the wheel. Most of the abuse her ex had heaped on her had been with impact implements. The wheel felt like a good choice for sensual play, which was exactly what he wanted for tonight.

He didn’t want anything that might remind her of her ex.

Getting back to his feet, he looked over at Cassidy, who was shifting her weight back and forth in impatience. If she had looked over her shoulder, trying to peek, he hadn’t caught it.

Lucky for her.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said, coming closer. “You’re going to have to let me know if anything becomes too much.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her shoulders tensed, then she rolled them, loosening them. He could see the deep breath she took in, deliberately working to calm her nerves. Need surged through him, but he pushed it down. At least he was able to push it down instead of it riding him the way it had at first.

Kneeling behind her, he placed the pinwheel against her calf, just above where it met her ankle. She flinched at the sensation, though whether it was from the coolness of the steel or the prickling of the spikes, he couldn’t tell.

“Oh!” Her little gasp made his cock jerk.

Moving his hand, he ran the pinwheel up the back of her leg, grinning as she let out a little squeal, trying to move away from the sensation only to be stopped by the cross.

There was only so far she could go, even with pressing her body against the wooden frame.

Running it up the back of her left thigh, he moved it across the sensitive skin between her thigh and bottom.

Her cheeks clenched, the pink heart flashing between them, and she went up on her tiptoes, gasping again as she tried to escape the prickling.

David ran it down the other side of her thigh to her knee and then lifted it away.

“What is that?” She asked the question in a breathless voice, her ponytail swishing as she tried to peer over her shoulder without moving her hands from the spots he’d put them in.

She’d never experienced the wheel before?

David grinned.

Oh. This was going to be fun.

“What do you think it is?” he asked rather than answering her right away.

He placed it against her other leg, at the same starting point that he’d used for the first, and began to run it upwards.

Again, she gasped, writhing, unable to answer him while she desperately tried to hold herself in place the way he’d told her to. “What does it feel like?”

He ran it under her buttocks and then back down the other side of her thigh.

“It feels like… I don’t know… it tickles, but it hurts, too…”

“Do you like it?” This time, he ran it up the inside of her spread thigh and then across the wet silk of her thong, making her shriek despite the thin protection the fabric provided. Then he ran it back down her other inner thigh.

“I don’t know.”

No one could say she wasn’t honest. David flicked the vibrator on with this thumb and slid his left hand between her thighs, tracing it over her plump pussy lips, then pressing it firmly against her clit—but only for a moment before he turned it off again.

Her moan of erotic disappointment made his cock throb.

Cassidy

Oh my God, what is he doing to me? She’d been prepared for a flogging or a spanking, maybe even a cropping. She knew he’d probably torment her some more, withholding from giving her an orgasm right away.

She hadn’t expected this.

It wasn’t electricity. There was no buzz, no hum until he’d turned the vibrator on, but that was the closest thing she could think of to the sensation running over her. She didn’t know what it was, much less if she loved or hated it.

The sensation had all her nerve endings prickling. It had tickled, but it had also hurt in a way that made her skin feel both extra sensitive and extra sensational. She felt so aware of her skin. Something else that reminded her of a violet wand. But it wasn’t one; she was sure of that.

The vibrator was no mystery, just sexual torture.

Her clit was humming and throbbing between her legs, her ass clenching around the plug.

The tips of her nipples felt sore from where they’d rubbed against the hard wood of the frame, her breasts pulsing in time with her clit from the ache of the clamps.

“Let’s try this,” Master David murmured, then the prickling ran over her buttocks vertically. Up and down, up and down. Thank God, he hadn’t spanked or flogged her before doing this. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to remain still.

As it was, every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot—mostly near the crease or where her thighs met her curves—she went up on her toes, trying not to move her feet or hands. It pricked and prickled, leaving a line of tingling near-pain everywhere it went. Her skin hummed.

Then he would stop, pulling it away, and that was the worst part…

because that meant his hand went back between her legs.

The vibrator was brutally strong, too strong for her to get off immediately when he would press it against her clit, yet he always seemed to know exactly when to pull it away. It was complete torment.

Cassidy danced in place, up and down on her toes, writhing against the sensations.

“David! Sir! Please! ” she begged as he pressed the vibrator against her clit again.

Chuckling, he rubbed it against the little bud, the vibrations making her toes curl, before pulling it away again.

“Okay, little spark,” he said while she quivered in anxious need. What was the girl version of blue balls? Because whatever it was, that’s what she had right now. The need to orgasm hurt. Edging sucked. “Let’s get you turned around.”

Cassidy could weep because that didn’t sound like she was going to get her orgasm. At best, she was finally going to find out what he was using on her that was making her feel like she was going to jump out of her skin.

Unsteady in her heels while she was so overcome with the sensations, she managed to turn herself around with only a little assistance from Master David.

On one hand, he had the vibrator attached to his fingers with what looked like a double ring.

In the other, he held a metal instrument with a long handle and prickly wheels at one end of it, like a pizza slicer but with spikes.

She’d seen them before, though never with four wheels; she’d only seen it with one…

her brain struggled to actually work before the word finally popped into her head.

Wartenberg wheel.

So, that’s what that felt like.

She wasn’t sure if she loved or hated it.

Lifting her gaze to meet Master David’s, a little shiver went through her at the hot, sadistic gleam in his eyes. Her tongue flicked out to lick her nips nervously, and his gaze dropped down to them for a moment before meeting hers again.

“Hands up on the cross, Cassidy. Feet apart.” His voice was low, harsh, and needy. The same need that was pulsing through her.

Cassidy stepped back, leaning against the wooden frame and lifting her hands in position. Her nipples ached as they were thrust toward him, and the humming between her legs had barely dissipated. David’s eyes glowed as she obeyed him.

“Good girl.”

Stepping forward, he bent his head to brush his lips over hers again.

The tips of her nipples were abraded by his wiry chest hair and then crushed as he leaned into her, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Cassidy kissed him back eagerly, needily, her tongue dancing with his, ignoring the twin spikes of pain from her clamped nipples.

Her lips clung to his as he slowly ended the kiss and pulled away.

Stepped back.

Her nipples were throbbing. Her pussy was throbbing. Everything was throbbing.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to murder him or fuck him.

Then, staring directly into her eyes, he ran the little row of wheels up the center of her right thigh.

Murder, then.

She sucked in a breath, shuddering as the spiky wheels pricked her stomach, her sides, and up to her breasts. Throwing her head back, she panted as she worked her way through the sensation, doing her best not to squirm out of place. Also not to reach up and grab the awful wheel from him.

If this was his way of making her wish that he would just tie her up already, it was working.

The pressure on her right nipple released, and she cried out because she hadn’t been expecting it.

The left throbbed, protesting as the chain swung from it, the other clamp like a little weight tugging it.

Master David’s wet mouth closed around the freed nipple, sucking hard on the tender little bud.

“Oh! Please, Sir!”

He ignored her, suckling harder and then lifting his mouth just to run the pinwheel over the overly sensitive bud. Cassidy screamed, lifting her hands for just a moment before pushing them back down again, panting in pain.

Then the asshole released the clamp on her other nipple and did the exact same thing, leaving her a quivering, panting mess of sensations. She wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.