Chapter 2

2

Gage

I love the way Leah goes pliant in my arms. She’s utterly perfect and she doesn’t even know it.

Or perhaps she is learning.

“Shirt off, little girl,” I repeat.

She pulls back slightly and lifts the fabric over her head. I look back at the picture windows that take up the entire wall of the living room. Too much exposure.

“Bedroom,” I say. “Now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I want to be more than Sir. I consider my options. Master? That doesn’t feel right. But I do wish to own her in some way—to call her mine. It’s less an urge to own her and more a desire to be completely responsible for her well-being. I want to orchestrate her happiness and her protection.

She walks down the hall, a teasing sway in her steps. Her bare back looks smooth and kissable. Her ponytail reveals the tattoo between her shoulder blades. It’s a stylized design of a flower with a butterfly. It’s quite pretty. I wonder what significance it has for her, if any. It doesn’t need significance, but I suspect Leah would choose a design that is meaningful to her, rather than something she likes purely on an aesthetic level.

When we reach my darkened bedroom, she starts to flip on the light.

I reach out and snatch her wrist. “Lights off.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll be your guide in the darkness, little girl.”

“Can we leave the door open, at least?”

I consider the request. For someone normal, it wouldn’t be that extreme of an accommodation.

I am not normal.

Yet I do wish to accommodate her. I want her to be comfortable, and sometimes her comfort will come at the expense of mine.

“We can leave it open for now.” All the better to instruct her on what happens next. “Go to the bottom drawer of my dresser. Open it.”

She has to bend to reach. I appreciate her form. My cock is already hard. This is going to be torment and penance and hellfire for me, all the build-up and no release.

The drawer slides open.

Leah sucks in a soft breath. “What is all this?”

“I selected a few things from Low Vice tonight, with you in mind.”

She holds up an anal plug, still in its packaging. “Um, this is a hard pass.”

“A hard limit? We’ll see.” I love pushing at boundaries. Only in a consensual way, of course. Nothing is more satisfying than watching a submissive free herself from preconceived notions of how her body receives pleasure.

Not everyone will enjoy anal play. But in my experience, far more have been converted to those pleasures than not.

I gesture toward the drawer. “What else do you see in there?”

Everything is still in its original packaging; Low Vice doesn’t stock used sex toys. Leah drags out a set of nipple clamps but quickly hides them beneath the anal plug.

Does she think I won’t see the clamps? Poor little mischief-maker.

Next up is a dildo with straps.

“Do you want to be pegged?” She wags the package at me, grinning.

“No, baby girl. Those straps hold the dildo inside of you.”

“You might like it…”

“Trust me, you’ll like this more. Let’s unwrap that one. Hand it over.”

She gives me the package, and I open it.

“You were very naughty, trying to run away without having a proper conversation with me. As a consequence, I’ll punish your nipples.” I talk to her over my shoulder as I carry the new toy into the bathroom to rinse it with soap and water. “Is there something else in those new toys that might help me?”

“Um.” Her pitch gets higher. “No, not really. I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Maybe you should look a little harder.” I emerge from the bathroom, the dildo nice and clean.

“Sure.” She eyes the dildo, a distrustful expression on her face. “That’s really big.”

“It’s the perfect size. Now, take off your pants and undies, little girl. When you bend over to look for something to punish your nipples, I want you naked.”

“Are you going to stick that monster in me?”

I can’t help but smile. Her trepidation is my delight. “I think I will, yes.”

She makes a sweet little noise of dismay as she removes her jeans and underwear.

“Bend over, baby girl.” I pat her hip. “Tell me what, in that drawer, should be our second toy tonight.”

I wonder if she thinks she’s being sneaky. She pretends to ignore the nipple clamps, shuffling around through the other items—a small flogger, some rope, a blindfold, and a vibrator.

I fan my bare hand over her naked ass. So plump, so perfect.

When my fingers travel to her cunt, she freezes.

And when I slide those fingers through her building wetness, she lets out a soft little moan.

“Any new ideas?” I ask.

“No, Sir, I don’t think so.”

I tsk in disappointment and push down on her back so she bends all the way forward.

She isn’t wet enough yet to take all of the toy. I glide it through her arousal, gathering what I can. Soon enough, she’s rocking back and forth, chasing the friction the dildo offers.

“Do you want this, little girl?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “ Yes .”

I ease the toy into her cunt, watching in fascination as she stretches around it.

She is so incredibly beautiful. Breathtaking.

Once the toy is fully inserted, I say, “Reach back and hold it in place for me, sweetheart. I’m going to strap it onto you.”

Her hand appears between her legs and she does as I ask. I buckle the velvety fabric around her thighs and waist, then step back a couple of feet to admire the view.

“Very nice. Turn around, now.”

She straightens and turns. Her nipples are already alert, ready for my punishment. Her eyes are glazed with lust as she watches me.

“Did you find something to help with my task?” I ask.

Squirming, she says, “Yes, Sir.”

“I think you’ve known what it is all along.” I fold my arms across my chest. “Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you tried to hide it from me. I’m disappointed.”

Her face twists in regret. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”

“Why did you try to hide it?”

“I guess I’m—I’m afraid of it.”

At least she’s honest about it now. And if I’m honest with myself, I’ll admit that I like a little harmless misbehavior. It means I can administer more consequences.

“Get the item for me now, baby girl. Be quick about it.”

She bends over. Her gasp is likely due to the feeling of the giant toy stuffed inside of her. She picks up the nipple clamps and hands them to me.

“Good girl.” I tear open the packaging and pull out the delicate chain connected to two tweezer clamps.

Leah takes an involuntary step back.

I test the tension on each clamp, then adjust the setting so they won’t pinch as hard.

“Come here, Leah.” I hold up the first clamp so the other dangles from the connecting chain.

“Sir,” she whines.

I wait. My cock presses eagerly against my pants. When she finally feels the bite of the clamp, it’s going to feel so bad for her, and so good for me.

Finally, she steps forward, chewing her lower lip in trepidation.

“You’re right to be a little worried,” I say. “But you know I want your pleasure and safety more than anything else, right? The little bite of pain will make everything else so much better, baby doll.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very. We talked about regular pain versus sexy pain at Low Vice. Do you remember?”

“Yes, Sir. We were watching the women on their knees, on the hard floor. That pain didn’t appeal to me.”

“I believe this pain will. I’m grateful that you trust me with this.”

She holds her breath and nods.

She is so beautiful, those bright blue eyes wide as she throws herself into this experience with me. I love being a Dominant because it satisfies base, sexual urges. But I love being her Dominant in particular. She makes me feel as if this is a higher calling, as if I were made this way for a reason.

As if I were made for her.

With my free hand, I trace the outline of one of her nipples. It stiffens even more. I bend forward and lift her breast at the same time so I can take the peak in my mouth. I swirl my tongue over it, sucking gently and showing it love. When I scrape my teeth on the sensitive skin, Leah gasps.

I smile to myself as I straighten. Before Leah can react, I affix the clamp to her nipple.

She whimpers, but it quickly turns into a moan. Her sounds are music, the clamp tells a story, and the shape of her body is art. They coalesce into an arousing feast of the senses.

“Is it tolerable?” I tap the clamp.

She sucks in a breath. “I guess?”

Good enough. “Remember your safe word. It exists for a reason.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I give her other nipple the same treatment, plucking at it with my fingers, then my mouth and tongue and teeth. Then I place the other clamp.

Leah squirms in front of me, rubbing her thighs together.

The clamps are attached by a chain. I give it an experimental tug.

Her squeak of surprise makes me even harder.

“Does that hurt, little doll?” I croon, tugging again.

She stumbles forward.

I catch her in my arms. “Easy there, little one. Let’s put you in a chair so you don’t fall.”

Whimpering, she follows me to one of the armchairs in front of the windows. My interior designer arranged them here for the view. She didn’t know I would never part the curtains.

I gesture that Leah should take a seat. Gingerly, she sits. The chain hanging between her breasts sways before settling against her skin. When I reach forward to tug it again, her entire body tenses.

“You need to learn to embrace the bite of pain.” I tug gently. “It will transform you. And this isn’t even the worst I can do.”

“It hurts, Sir.”

“Does it hurt enough to use your safe word?”

“No, Sir.”

I bite back my smile. “Spread your legs.”

Once she does, I drop to my knees in front of the chair.

“I’m going to feast on this delectable cunt. Then you can tell me how much it hurts.”