Chapter 65
I always expect the dungeon to smell like sweat and sex, but it never does. Marguerite keeps it spotless and smelling like leather cleaner with a slight touch of disinfectant. I've often wondered what she thinks about when cleaning up after Monroe. The thought makes me smile.
I glance around the quiet room and my cock hardens further at the sight of Angel kneeling. She's in Monroe's favorite submissive position and there's no way in hell I'll correct it.
I pretend to ignore her, walk to one of many drawers, and remove wrist and ankle restraints, placing them in my pocket. I adjust the height of the spanking bench, prolonging Angel's suspense while I play with the knobs. Next, I move to another drawer. I withdraw a new packaged butt plug and lube, and lay them on a table near the bench.
I turn on my favorite kinky hard rock music and let the sound roll through the room before approaching Angel. My hand has a will of its own and moves to the crown of her head.
"Before we begin with a few submissive lessons-the way I like them-I want your mouth on my cock. Now."
She licks her lips and I almost come in my pants. That damn mouth and tongue of hers will be my undoing. Never has a sub had this much power over me. Her delicate fingers shake slightly when she tries to unfasten my jeans.
"No, just the zipper," I say in my Dom voice. It's time to get down to business.
She unzips me and manages to pull my engorged cock free of my pants. I barely hold back a groan when her lips finally surround me. She licks and sucks and kisses, sending lightning straight to my balls.
Too quickly, I give in to the pure ecstasy of her mouth. I'm making her do this so I can keep my wits while we play. In only a few short minutes, I gasp with my orgasm and spill down her throat. I loosen my hands from her hair and pull out of her delightfully silky lips.
"That was good. Now, put me back in my pants and then rise."
Her hair hangs in waves down her back, lightly mussed from my hands. I'll leave it that way for now because it's so fucking sexy. I take her wrists and place a cuff on each. "Follow me," I say over my shoulder.
Walking to the spanking bench, I remove the ankle cuffs from my pocket. "Your safe word is 'broccoli.' Is there anything you don't wish to do this evening?"
Her eyes are large and expressive. She fucking loves this. "No, Sir."
I take her at her word and help her lay across the four foot long, six inch wide bench which raises her ass to the perfect height for what I have planned. After securing the ankle cuffs, I spread her thighs and attach the cuffs to the bench to keep her legs apart.
Her wrists are next. I twirl her hair a few times and then place it over her shoulder, displaying the lovely curve of her bare backside. I know it will hurt worse without the throes of orgasm but I want my teeth marks on her ass before I redden it further. I give her no warning. I bend down and bite the top fleshy part of her ass cheek.
"Awwhee!" The air leaves her lungs with the sound of her pain. I rub the angry marks and admire how glorious they look.
"You behave like the appropriate slave with Monroe, but your behavior is slightly bratty with me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it, but I will let you decide if you enjoy the consequences of your actions after this and leave the decision to you. Say your safe word."
"Broccoli, Sir."
I bite the other cheek a little harder than the first. "I will be testing your limits so I have an idea where we can go from here. If you say your safe word again, we will stop and re-evaluate what's happening. Do you understand?"
She hesitates and then answers, "Yes, Sir."
I understand she wants the control taken away from her but that's not how I play. She has her safeword and I'm only semi-trusting her to use it. The first thing Monroe taught me was safety. We'll see how this goes. My hand comes down with a resounding smack against her ass before I again rub the sensitized flesh. "Your ass will be rosy red and burning. You will remember this punishment and decide if it's worth it." Her controlled heavy breathing fills the room when I land another slap on her ass.
My hand lands yet again. "You will answer me when I speak to you."
"Yes, Sir," she cries out, and I nod with satisfaction. I administer several slaps in a row and allow the sighs of her submission to fill me.
I walk to the side table and remove the butt plug from its wrapper. I add a generous amount of lube to it and my fingers. I trail the tips of my fingers up her thigh and lean in to place a kiss on both sets of teeth marks.
"I'll be taking your ass later and I want it prepared for me."
I use two slick fingers and press against the rosette of her ass. With a slight push, I slip past the tight outer muscles.
"Owe," she complains.
I can't help releasing a slightly demonic laugh. "The plug is large and may not be comfortable, but you'll be ready for my cock when the time comes." I rotate my fingers inside her tight opening for a minute before placing the tip of the plug against her ass.
"Relax, sweetling." I massage the area around her asshole before firmly pressing the plug in. She doesn't seem to like it but besides a small squeal or two she doesn't complain. When it's completely seated, I go to the wall and remove a paddle. "I really enjoy my handprint on a sub's ass," I say as I walk back to Angel. "But Monroe has some of the best toys." I strike the paddle against my palm, enjoying the sting. "This one is rather rough and I'd like to see the burn it leaves behind. Count. Do you understand?" I purposely don't tell her how many I want her to count.
"Yes, Sir," she answers with a soft breath. I slap the paddle against one round cheek. She manages to say "One," and her slight shriek makes me grin. I could hit harder but I want to redden as much of those lovely cheeks as possible.
"Remember, you can use your safe word," I remind her as I continue.
"Yes, Sir." It's such a sweet, breathy sound. The paddle lands with another smack and she squeals, "Two." I wonder if she'll make it to my secret number of ten.
She does and I begin wondering again about Monroe setting her limits. I use a leather strap next and watch bruises form as my arm rises and falls. Angel's chest is huffing in and out and tears stream down onto the leather of the bench. Still no safe word. This is farther than I enjoy going, but tonight is about learning Angel's limits. Hers seem to be rather high. Through the years, Monroe accused me constantly of having few limits when it came to pain, and now I understand how hard it is for a Dom. I've never really cared to admit it but when Monroe ties me, even though I'm the dominant in his art, my submission to him sinks in. I fought it until I understood that I have all the control.
Angel's shoulders continue shaking and I move so I can tip her face up. Christ, the tears almost do me in and my cock stiffens to painful levels. "Please," she whispers, begging for more.
Fuck, it's almost impossible to stop. I want the tears. Hell, I crave her submission on every level. "Have you ever used a safe word?" I ask while running the tip of my finger over her cheek collecting the tears.
She doesn't answer.
I bend in and press my lips to hers. The kiss is a brutal, insistent, and claiming. I can hardly pull myself away. "You will answer me or we will leave the dungeon and not return," I tell her sternly.
"No, Sir," she says, sobbing.
"No, Sir what?"
"No, Sir, I have never used a safe word."
"And why is that?"
She breathes in and out heavily without answering.
I pull a strand of her hair and level her head back and away so she's looking into my eyes. "Why?"
She gasps and a small heart-wrenching sound escapes her lips, making my muscles clench. "I must be punished," she screams and tries to look away, which I won't allow.
I'm so damn frustrated. This is not going how I pictured it. "For what?" I snap in irritation.
Her tears fall faster and she hiccups before giving me an answer that freezes me. "For my sinful urges."
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