Bad Boy Dom by Holly Roberts

admire William’s cock cage your
first night at the club and the corset is from the same designer. I like
metal.”
    “Comparing
the cock cage to this is criminal.”
    “It
depends on your perspective.” She placed the leather leash in my hand and
Angela into my keeping.
    “I’ll
do my best to keep it in one piece but I make no promises.” I glimpsed over to
Angela and saw trepidation cross her face. I wanted her worried, and a little
confused.
    Damian
had helped me acquire what I needed. And, luckily for me, he didn’t ask too
many questions.
    I
took Angela into that same far back room where she had screamed in the shower.
For what I planned, we needed the shower, and this room needed to have the
ghosts removed from my mind and hers.
    She
looked around, her eyes resting on the clear painter’s cloth covering the
center floor area.
    “Remove
everything but the wrist cuffs.”
    Huge
eyes looked back at me but I didn’t try to settle her nerves. I wanted her off
balance and at my mercy.
    “Can
you help me, Sir?”
    “My
pleasure.”
    The
corset tied in the back and she turned. I slowly ran my hands over her
shoulders, down her arms, and then grasped her hips to stop her ass from its
provocative wiggle. She pushed back into me. We weren’t quite the perfect fit
but she went to her toes to grind and cause more friction. I wanted to sink my
cock deep in her ass, but not tonight.
    “You’re
a wicked girl but me, inside you, isn’t on the immediate agenda.” I moved her
away landing a solid swat to her behind and smiled when I heard her little sigh
of pain and frustration. “I won’t be topped from the bottom. Trying will only
delay your orgasms longer than I planned but I promise I won’t suffer the same
problem. So, let’s try this again.”
    My
hands were no longer gentle. I sank my fingers into her hair and held her still
while my other hand worked the laces. “Put your hands above your head.” The
corset perfectly molded her body and the craftsmanship was impeccable. It was
almost a crime to take it off. “Remove the rest of your clothes.”
    “Yes,
Sir.”
    I
walked over to the far wall and placed the metal gently on the counter.
    Turning,
I admired her lithe frame awaiting my next command. I grabbed a hair tie, pins,
and red silk scarf from the counter and walked back over. Without a word, I
began braiding her hair and then pinned it to the top of her head. The silk
scarf was next and I adjusted it so her world went dark. “Don’t move.”
    I
made her wait while I arranged the items I needed. This wouldn’t be a quick
process and I wanted everything in place before I began. Removing my clothes, I
stacked them next to hers. I whistled softly while I organized what I needed.
    Finally,
I rested my hands at the top of her arms and leaned in close to whisper in her
ear.
    “I’m
moving you to the center of the room.” The plastic crinkled when I led her to
the center of my work area.
    The
room also came equipped with an overhead ring. I lifted her hands and secured
her cuffs to the ring above her head. “Spread your legs shoulder width apart.”
No adjustment to the ring was necessary and I stood back to admire my handy
work. I walked away and turned on music. It wasn’t mine but it fit the mood. I
kept it low because I didn’t want it overshadowing my voice when I spoke. I
moved the two buckets closer and then lifted the large Cheval mirror and
brought it into the play area. I was about to touch every inch of her body and
planned to watch us while I worked.
    “I
have the heat turned up slightly in case you get cold. You will tell me if you
need it warmer. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,
Sir.”
    I
started at her ankles. She gasped at the first touch. The mud mixture was cold
and gooey. I used my un-dirtied hand to land another blow on her bottom.
    “Stay
still.”
    She
stopped moving and I hummed while I worked. The mud stuck to her body as I
slowly covered every inch of skin. I applied it