Chapter 11


    That single, rtively simple scene of a flogging followed by fucking could have kept her content for


    quite a while. At most, she and Grif usually saw each other twice a month, so she’d learned to hoard


    the feelings of satisfaction, to keep her going through the times when shey alone in her bed.


    But they were only a few hours into their first night together. There was plenty more time to y.


    That was both thrilling, and terrifying, because she couldn’t unring a bell, and couldn’t go back to


    ignoring the depth of her feelings for him.


    “Still doing okay?” His lips flittered over her cheek, just below the blindfold he’d put on her so he could


    set up the next scene without her knowing what he was nning.


    Davina inhaled as she arched her back, hoping to tempt him to y with her breasts. She was naked,


    and sitting on the table where they’d had their rtionship meeting, her legs spread the width of the


    table. She swung her feet idly, enjoying simply being in his presence.


    “And with that…” There was a thump. “We are ready.”


    “Can I look?”


    “Ah ah, my minx. Not yet.”


    She heard him approach, reached out for him as he came close. He didn’t reprimand her or order her


    to put her hands down. Each moment they spent together where she was submissive to him in that way


    she’d dared not be, and he didn’t react or behave the way Vance had, was a balm over an old wound.


    He guided her hands to his shoulders, then grabbed her hips, sliding her to the edge of the table.


    “Hold tight,” hemanded.


    She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He picked her up, fingers digging into her ass as he


    carried her towards whatever delicious thing he had nned.


    “You know,” she said in his ear. “I used to fantasize about you nning some sexy mystery scene that I


    didn’t know anything about.”


    “Why didn’t you say anything?”


    “Because it was a fantasy, and so often the fantasy isn’t worth it. And I like nning scenes, I really


    do.”


    “You’ll still n scenes with me, but not while the cor is on. This is still a partnership.” He set her ass


    down on something narrow. She clung to his shoulders until she found her bnce. “But now it’s a


    partnership where we’re a little more honest about what we need, and how we feel.”


    She didn’t quite manage to hide the wince hisst words caused. If she were honest about how she


    felt, she’d tell this man who had been her sex buddy for years, but whom she’d seen outside the club


    only once, that she was in love with him.


    Right.


    Grif must not have been looking at her face, because he didn’tment. Instead he was busy helping


    her get into a slightly odd position. She was kneeling with her legs spread, and leaning back just


    enough to prop her ass against the narrow thing he’d first seated her on. Straps came tight over her


    calves and ankles, confirming the feeling that she wasn’t kneeling on the floor or a solid surface, but on


    some sort of padded tform.


    “I know you like, need, tight bondage, but I want you free to move around once I have you prepped, so


    I’m going to put you in a sleeve, but I promise it won’t be for long. Arms back. Brace them on the bench


    behind your butt.”


    “Rope bondage and tight bondage made it easier for me to find my serenity. Now that…” she wanted to


    chicken out and use a euphemism, but she forced herself to speak the truth. “Now that you’re my


    master, not just my top or my partner, I think it’s going to be a lot easier.”


    She smelled baby powder in the moment before he started to sprinkle it on her arms. His big hands


    smoothed the powder along her skin.


    “You no longer like tight bondage?” Though he asked the question, he didn’t stop his preparation for


    putting her in the sleeve. That sent a little thrill of arousal through her—that he was going to do what he


    wanted to her, no matter what she said, was wonderful in all the right, perverse ways.


    There was the tacky, stic sound of atex or vinyl fabric being shaken out, and then he pressed her


    wrists together. The sleeve—a single piece of fabric that went around both arms, forcing them together,


    was wrapped around both arms. She heard him buckle the starter restraints in ce, then felt the


    tugging as he started to draw theces tighter. She rolled her shoulders back, trying to draw her


    shoulder des down, almost as she would in yoga, which would allow her elbows toe closer


    together.


    He took advantage of that, tightening the sleeve until her wrists and forearms were entirely touching


    and her elbows almostpletely together.


    “How are your shoulders?”


    “Okay, for now.” It wasn’t exactlyfortable but it wasn’t meant to be; it was a stress position, but one


    she could hold.


    “You will tell me if they start to hurt.”


    “Yes, Master.”


    “Damn it, Minx, you’re going to make my cock hard again.”


    She hummed her appreciation for that, well aware that with her knees spread and arms back, both her


    pussy and breasts were on disy.


    “That hardly seems like a problem.”


    “It wouldn’t be, if I didn’t have other ns for your pussy.”


    That sounded promising. “You could fuck my ass, or my mouth.”


    “And I intend to do both.”


    He yanked the blindfold off, and she blinked a few times before focusing on his face. Grif was looming


    over her, standing between her spread knees, his eyes dark and intense with desire.


    Davina licked her lower lip, then let her mouth fall open as she exhaled.


    Grif growled, cupped the back of her head with his hands, and kissed her hard and deep. His kisses


    were like a drug, a pleasure so intense she could drown in it.


    This is what it feels like to be kissed by the man you love.


    He pulled back, but not far, his mouth trailing down the line of her neck to her corbone, which he


    nipped gently. Lower again, and now he was licking and nipping her breast, his breath hot on her skin.


    He teased her, touching her everywhere but her sensitive nipples.


    For one horrible moment she wondered if he was going to use those nipple cages again. It would be a


    punishment, a kind of torture, when she so longed to have him touch and y with the tips of her


    breasts.


    Finally he kissed each nipple, a chaste brush of lips before straightening. “Why aren’t you wearing your


    nipple bars?”


    “I was hoping…I was hoping if I didn’t have them, then you would y with them more.”


    He cupped her breasts, lifting them. “Have I neglected your nipples in the past?”


    “No, Master. At least, not untilst week. I hated the nipple cages.”


    “Thank you for telling me. How long can you go without having jewelry in before they close up?”


    “A day or so, Master.”


    “And how long ago did you take them out?”


    “Just before I left the Subs’ Garden.”


    “Then we’ll leave them off for now. It works well with what I have nned.”


    Grif walked away, back to the velvet covered table he’d been standing at when she first walked in.


    Now that he was upied, she looked down at herself. She was bound to a spanking bench, but


    instead of face down, she was facing backwards, with her butt braced on the edge of the torso support,


    knees and lower legs on the kneeler pads.


    A low stool was positioned between her spread knees, and she really hoped that was where Grif was


    nning to sit. It would put his head level with her pussy.


    The man’s tongue was a gift to women, and several times in the past she’d thanked whatever generous


    soul had taken the time to train him how to eat pussy properly.


    Grif came back, shirtless, all muscles and those lovely freckles she liked to kiss.


    Her own shoulders were starting to ache, but that was forgotten when he took a seat on the stool


    between her legs.


    “You’re smiling,” he said.


    “I’m excited,” she murmured. “This seems promising.”


    He grinned, then let out a low chuckle that did things to her insides. He was a sexy man with a sexy


    laugh.


    “I have a present for you,” he said. “Custom ordered, not something from the stockpile in the Den.” He


    stretched out one leg and started digging in his pocket.


    “Jewelry?” The trepidation she felt was present in her voice.


    His head snapped up. “You okay?”


    She nodded.


    “Oh no, no. Talk to me.”


    “I just…I’m scared it will end like it didst time.”


    “It won’t because now we know what we’re doing. If you start to go too deep, I’ll pull you back.” He


    drew his hand from his pocket, then turned it palm up, showing her the small collection of items.


    “What are they, Master?”


    “A set ofbia clips, clit cuff, and a nipple chain.” He picked up what she’d thought was a costume


    jewelry ne, showing her the ends, which had loops of thin twine and beads in ce of a jewelry


    sp. Between those was a gold two-strand ne set with a dozen evenly spaced dark rhinestones


    that looked almost like ck diamonds.


    She was assuming it was costume, because if it wasn’t, he was holding six figures’ worth of gems.


    “You had that…custom made for me?” She asked.


    “Yes. Though it’s not exactly what I wanted, it’s what I could get rush shipped in time.” Heid the


    nipple chain over his knee, then held up thebia clips, which were simple jewelry clips rather than


    mps—simr to what was used for clip on earrings—and would hug rather thanpress. A two-


    inch gold chain connected them, set with a stone that matched the nipple jewelry.


    “And this is for your sweet clit.” He held up the final piece. Arge ck stone dangled from a tiny gold


    cuff. If you didn’t know better, you might think you were looking at an ear cuff with a single-stone


    pendant attached to it.


    “Have you ever worn clit jewelry?”


    “Not like that, Master. Some mps—”


    “Ah yeah, I was there for that.”


    “—some of those ones that look like tuning forks that you slide over, but nothing like that.”


    “Then let’s start with the good stuff.” Grif closed his hand, thebia and clit jewelry hidden in his fist,


    then he leaned in, pressed his mouth against her pussy, and went to work.


    Her body, still wonderfully tender from the two orgasms she’d had, reacted to the first sweep of his


    tongue as if she’d been struck with a cattle prod. She jerked and gasped, her thigh muscles straining


    with the instinctive need to close around his head and hold him there.


    He sucked her clit into his mouth, his nose buried against her mound, his chin wedged between her


    labia. He pulled back, her clit sliding between his lips, every millimeter of sensitive flesh stimted by


    the soft touch of his mouth. Fingers were wonderful, but there was something about the softness of a


    man’s mouth against her pussy that she found wildly erotic. As if it was only now, when he used his


    mouth to pleasure her, that he was able to match the softness of her body with his own softness,


    instead of the invasive hardness of fingers or erect cock.


    He licked gently, not flicking the way some did, but rubbing his tongue up and down.


    Her toes curled, her pussy clenched and then…


    He pulled back.


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    Davina opened her mouth, ready to say something snarky, to chide him for teasing her. The cor at


    her throat, the gentle but insistent pressure of it, stopped her. She would have her time to tease him, to


    banter and demand, but not now, not when he was her Master.


    Grif spread her pussy lips with two fingers. “Are you ready, Minx?”


    “Yes, Master.”


    He positioned the cuff above her clit at the apex of herbia, then slid it down onto her clit. The


    diameter was small enough that once he had it in ce, around the widest part of her clit, there was no


    space between the metal and her flesh. The open edges dug in to the base of her clit just enough to be


    felt.


    “This will hurt,” he warned.


    She didn’t have time to ask what would hurt before he was pinching the cuff, squeezing it tighter onto


    her clit. She cried out, tears stinging her eyes.


    “Well done,” he murmured. “Beautiful, my minx. Beautiful.”


    She took a breath, and realized that it didn’t hurt any longer, but she could feel the added pressure. It


    was an unfamiliar sensation, but far from unpleasant. It made her aware of her clit in a way she


    normally wasn’t, even when aroused. She shifted her weight from knee to knee and the jewel dangling


    from the clit cuff tapped against herbia.


    “That is so fucking sexy,” he growled. “I want to see all of it.”


    Grif tugged on her left pussy lip. There was a snapping sound, and a slight pinch. He pulled on the


    other lip, attaching the remaining end of thebia jewelry to that side. She strained her neck to get a


    look at her pussy.


    “Trust me, you look good.” He flicked the jewels that were now nestled in her pussy. He positioned the


    labia clips so that jewel on that chain hung just below the one dangling from her cuffed clit.


    “And now for these.” Grif surged to his feet and looked at her breasts. “Have I mentioned how lovely


    your breasts are?”


    “Not in the past hour or two, Master.”


    “Remiss of me.” He leaned down and sucked on her left nipple. This time he didn’t stop, but sucked


    and nipped, bit and tugged.


    Arousal shot through her, setting nerve endings aze. Her captured clit pulsed with need, the cuff


    wonderful and infuriating all at once.


    He lifted his head, his dark gaze watching her.


    “Use me, please, Master.”


    His nostrils red, his face stark with desire. He positioned the loop of twine over her nipple, then


    slowly drew the bead up, tightening the loop until it squeezed her nipple. He let the chain dangle from


    that breast while he sucked and teased the other. The weight of it was delicious and foreign.


    He applied a loop to her other nipple, pulling it tight, and then took a step back.


    Last time the chain jewelry had made her feel submissive, had put her into that headspace she both


    needed and feared, yet had also left her erogenous zones mostly unstimted, especially her nipples.


    Tonight the jewelry he’d ced on her both highlighted and stimted her breasts and pussy, while still


    making her feel deliciously submissive.


    Grif walked around behind her and started loosening the sleeve. When he took it offpletely, he


    massaged her arms and supervised as she rolled her shoulders. Next her legs were freed from the


    spanking bench restraints.


    She wobbled a little, clinging to his forearms, as she finally stood on her own.


    “How does it feel?” His voice was low, his cock visibly hard inside his jeans.


    “New, different, good.” She rocked her hips side to side. “The one on my clit is…I don’t know if I like it


    or hate it.”


    He leaned in. “You want to know a secret?”


    Her nipples, forced to stay hard thanks to the nipple chain, tightened just a little bit more in response to


    the sexy menace in his tone. “Yes, Master.”


    “Love it or hate it, that cuff is staying on your sweet clit until I take it off.”


    Davina closed her eyes in bliss. This was bliss. This was what she needed.


    “Now then, I think we should go show off your new jewelry.” Grif offered his arm.


    Davina slid hers through his, and, nipple chain swaying, walked out of the conve and into the heart


    of the club with her Master.


    * * *


    Grif pressed his thumb into the arch of Davina’s foot. She moaned in pleasure, a sound not unlike what


    she made when she orgasmed. Grif smiled and continued massaging her left foot.


    He was sprawled on one end of a leather couch in the Library, Davina stretched out next to him. Her


    left legy on the seat of the couch, foot on hisp. Her right leg was, at hismand, lifted and


    hooked over the back of the couch, keeping her sweet pussy both visible and essible.


    Her arms were over her head, resting on the arm of the couch, which kept her lovely breasts on


    disy.


    It was Saturday afternoon, and he’d once more put the clit cuff,bia clip, and nipple chain on her. He’d


    put silver nipple rings through her nipplesst night before they went to bed, to make sure the holes


    didn’t close up, and now the anchor loops of the nipple chain were secured behind the ball ends of her


    regr gold nipple bars.


    He lifted her foot to his mouth, kissed her toes. She raised her head and smiled at him. Her expression


    was a study inzy contentment.


    His heart thudded in his chest. He would do anything for this woman, and knowing he’d put that look on


    her face satisfied him in a way he’d never experienced before.


    Over the past twenty-four hours, they’d gone hard, testing and pushing this new dynamic of their


    rtionship. He’d set her on the table while he ate dinner, his te between her syed thighs so he


    could look at her sweetly decorated pussy. He’d turned her over his knee for a spanking, plugged her


    ass, and then fucked her mouth, all while the gems dangled and tugged on her clit and nipples.


    Back in their room, he’d bent her roughly over the side of the bed and fucked her pussy with the plug


    still in her ass. The force of their fucking yanked thebia clips off her pussy lips, but he’d been able to


    feel the clit cuff against his balls every time he buried himself deep.


    Before bed he’d put her into a warm bath, only then removing the nipple and clit jewelry, plucking her


    nipples and rubbing her clit to help with the ache.


    When they finally fell into bed, he’d debated taking her cor off. In the end, he’d not only left it on, but


    attached two of those thin jewelry chains to the tiny O ring, and then clipped the other end of each to


    the recently inserted nipple rings. She’d sighed in contentment and fallen asleep with her arms raised


    on the pillow, her knees spread just enough that he could easily touch and fondle her sweet pussy.


    He’d yed with her a bit beforeying his head down—tugging the chains, parting her pussy lips to


    gently touch her clit, tracing the path the cor made around her neck.


    When they wokete this morning, the first thing he’d done was to roll her over, shock her awake by


    inserting a nice fat plug into her pretty ass, and then shoved a pillow under her hips so he could fuck


    her.


    Within moments she’d been begging him to let here, calling him Master in that sweet way he


    couldn’t get enough of.


    Davina wiggled her toes andid her head back down. “I like this, Master.”


    “Having your feet rubbed?”


    “Just…being here, with you. When we’re Master and sub, I mean.”


    “Agree,” he murmured. “I would be content just being with you.” He wasn’t sure if that sentence made


    sense, and he was slightly embarrassed by the emotion it revealed. Yes, fucking her, topping her, even


    being topped by her, were all wonderful, but if Davina decided tomorrow to swear off sex for life, he’d


    still want to be with her. He would just spend a lot more time jacking off in the shower, using memories


    of this past day as fodder.


    Once more, Davina looked up, a slight frown marring her face. Before she could say anything, Grif’s


    stomach rumbled, loud enough for the whole damn room to hear.


    Davina blinked. “Is that your stomach?”


    “Yea.” It rumbled again. “We haven’t eaten since brunch.” Given howte they’d woken up, they hadn’t


    had time for more than one meal, and most people at the club ended up eating around lunchtime, ate


    dinner as the second meal, and then a nightcap and snack in the wee hours before calling it a night.


    “Time to go get some food.” He held out a hand, and when she grabbed it, he pulled her into a sitting


    position, her leg sliding off the back of the couch as she moved.


    “You know what I want?” Davina mused. “Fish tacos and a margarita.”


    “Oh yea? I know a great ce in Pacific Palisades. Do you want to go out?” The words were out before


    he thought them through. The food at Las Palmas was always five star, catered by a local restaurant,


    but it wasn’t going to be fish tacos.


    Davina stilled. “Are you asking me out on a date?’


    Damn it. Grif hid his wince and pushed to his feet, using the movement to avoid looking at her. “I’m


    sure there’s a blender somewhere behind the bar. I’ll work on that margarita.”


    Davina caught his hand. “Grif, are you asking me out on a date?”


    “Sorry, I’m tired. It just slipped out, I know that’s not—”


    “Because if you are, the answer is yes. I’d like to go out with you.”


    His heart lurched in his chest, stupid, stupid hope blooming within him. He looked back and down. She


    was sitting on the edge of the couch, one arm outstretched to hold his hand, the other curled in a loose


    fist on her knees.


    Don’t be stupid. She doesn’t mean she wants to date you.


    “You want to take our new Master and sub show on the road?” he asked carefully.


    “No.” Davina squeezed his hand and let go. “That’s never something I’ll want. I need to keep D/s y


    here. With my pastpartmentalizing in order to make sure I don’t fall too deep into my serenity is


    vital.”


    “Then you…you’ll go on a date with me?”


    Davina pushed to her feet, pressed her fingers to her cheeks. “I think this conversation would be better


    if we weren’t like this.” She motion to her naked, bejeweled body.


    “Okay.” Grif wasn’t sure he entirely understood what she was asking, and he wasn’t going to assume


    and make an ass of himself. He pushed away his insecurities, reminding himself that as long as she


    wore that cor she was his. She belonged to him.


    “I’ll take you to the Subs’ Garden, and remove your jewelry. Once I do, you go in, get dressed, and


    meet me by the front door.”


    Davina’s shoulders rxed. “Yes, Master.”


    He tugged her against his chest for a quick, hard kiss, and then led her out of the


    library.