Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (18 page)

Vic hesitated, then said, “Yeah. Whatever you need. Now let’s decide what that is.” They negotiated a public scene on one of the stages, then a continuation in one of the private rooms. He took her to the back to choose a room and booked it through José.

Back in the big room, Vic found an empty stage and helped Miranda up onto it. Once on stage, he looked her in the eye and said, “Sub, present yourself to your Dom.” Miranda fell to her knees at his feet, arms on thighs with palms up, and dropped her head. With her back arched, her hardened nipples were prominent. “Very nice! You’re lovely.” He could see her smile even though she wasn’t looking at him. She crossed her fingers, and he said, “Permission to speak, little one.”

“Sir, should I remove my bra and thong for your pleasure?”

“I’m pleased that you’ve offered, but I’m not much on sharing. I would choose for you to wait until we are somewhere more private.”

“As you wish, sir.”

“Correct answer. Go to the St. Andrew’s and mount it with your back to me.” Miranda hopped up, almost ran across the stage, and climbed onto the footrests of the huge X-shaped wooden cross. Vic fastened the cuffs wrist, ankle, and waist, and walked around the back. From there, he could see Miranda’s breasts straining against the cups of her bra, and they were luscious.

“Very nice,
bella.
We will start with ten strokes of the paddle. You will keep silent from this point on. Keep count – I will be checking to see if you’re doing so.” Vic went to the wall and chose a leather paddle, slapping it against his palm so that it made a satisfying smacking sound, all the while watching her twitch in anticipation. A crowd had started to gather. “The discipline will begin,” he leaned down and told her, then landed the paddle squarely on first her right ass cheek, followed by the left, rubbing in a circular fashion across her whole ass afterward, and he had to admit to himself that the give in the flesh of her roundness made him glad she’d asked for a private session. She arched her back but made no sound. He rained down four more blows, all followed by the rubbing, and the crowd murmured their approval as her backside turned a beautiful shade of rose. After the first four sets, Vic said, “
Bella,
the count!”

“Eight, sir!” she barked back.

“Very good! Appropriately enthusiastic. Ready yourself.” Vic couldn’t help but wish they were doing this in private where he didn’t have to keep up a running commentary. This woman was very, very well trained, and he found himself thinking about what he’d do with her in the private room later.
Keep yourself in the moment, Cabrizzi,
he told himself. Two more strikes and he said, “I am finished with the paddle. I will be striping you with the sjambok. We negotiated forty strikes, did we not?” She nodded. “You’ve done very well,
bella.
” Vic took his position and snapped the sjambok against her beautiful ass, where the stripes began to take their orderly queue.

After the first ten, she flashed her hand signal and Vic said, “Yes,
bella
? Permission to speak.”

“Sir, may I have permission to moan, sir?”

“Yes, you may. And make them loud enough that everyone can hear.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir. You’re a merciful master, sir.”

Vic chuckled. She was good – very good. He was lucky to have such an experienced sub as his first there. “Well, we’ll see what you say after the next thirty.” She nodded in silence.

He took his position and let loose with another five strikes, stroking her skin afterward, and he could feel the welts coming up, hot and tender. After each of the next five, Miranda’s groans were loud and, taking a quick glance, Vic could see a trickle of her juices trailing down the inside of one of her thighs. He kept his concentration up and rained down ten more, each followed by loud moans. Every stroke of his hand on her hot flesh made her squirm and cry out. At the thirty mark, she signaled him again, and he said, “Permission to speak,
bella
.”

Breathless, she said, “Sir! Please, I desire to have thirty more strikes, sir!”

“Granted.”

“And may I cry out, sir? Please?”

“You may. And do not waste breath on mutterings. Make it loud.”

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” she cried out. Vic was pleased – it was going very well. By that point, they had the crowd’s full attention. He began again, five strikes, then rubbing, then five more strikes. At the fortieth stripe, Miranda yelled out, “Oh, fuck, sir, harder! Please!”

“I choose the intensity. But I will take your request into consideration.” Vic decided to change nothing. Miranda’s head was beginning to dip, and he wasn’t sure how aware she was of what was going on; she was headed into subspace at breakneck speed. Vic felt like he’d hit the lottery.

With each new strike, she moaned, but the loudness of her moans started to dwindle, and at fifty strikes she moaned long and low. At the fifty-fifth, she was still moaning, but almost imperceptibly. By the sixtieth, she’d grown silent. Vic walked around to her face and, hand under her chin, lifted it to him. Her eyes were closed, her hair stuck to the sheen of moisture on her forehead and cheeks, and the muscles in her face were relaxed.

Vic unfastened the cuffs on her ankles, then grabbed a blanket, threw it over her back, and unfastened the wrist cuffs. In one fluid motion, she fell into his arms, and he gathered her up and carried her to the private room. She’d chosen the one that looked like an office, and he sat in the desk chair and pulled her against his chest. “Hey,
bella,
come back to me,” Vic whispered, stroking her damp face. Before he could say anything else to her, she roused, reached up, took his face in her hands, and kissed him, running her tongue into his mouth and searching for his. Vic’s arms wrapped around her waist, and she kissed him deeper. When she pulled back she said, “Oh, sir, that hurt so good. I needed it so badly.”

He took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. “Your Dom has desires of his own,” he said. “What say you?”

She moaned and shuddered, looking down at the floor. “It’s my desire to please you, sir. Whatever you desire is my pleasure.”

Vic left her in the desk chair and crossed the room. He took a pair of handcuffs out of the cabinet on the far wall. When he returned to her, he took a good long look at her. Her nipples were hard under the expensive bra. “Everything off. Quickly.” She stood, unhooked her bra, and threw it onto the desk behind her, then stepped out of her thong, and it joined the bra. “Hands behind your back,” he ordered. She placed both hands behind her in obedience, and he cuffed them together.

Vic took the five steps to the conference table and turned to face her. “Crawl to me,
bella.
” She dropped to her knees and, when she had reached him, he unzipped his leathers, a torturous, tantalizing drag downward, and freed his cock. Miranda gasped.

“You will take it. You will take it all. And you will swallow. Understood,
bella
?” She nodded. “Have you ever seen a cock so hard?”

“No sir,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful, sir, and big.”

“Thank you. It will taste as incredible as it looks.” The look he gave her made her squirm, his dark eyes setting up an almost-painful smoldering behind her clit. She leaned forward in eagerness and Vic let her take him in her mouth. “Deeper,
bella.
” When she tried to rim the head with her tongue, Vic scolded her. “There is no need to try to seduce me,
bella
. My cock is already down your throat. You get three more strokes to adjust, and then I will take over.”

Two more strokes, and Miranda had the entire length of his maleness past her gag reflex and down her throat. Vic watched her as she took him in. Cuffing her hands behind her back left a luscious view, and her breasts reached forward, their rosy nipples large and hard as pebbles. Everything about her entertained his erectness, and he put a hand on either side of her head in her golden curls. “My turn,
bella.
” She looked up at him, her eyes full of apprehension, and he smiled. “I am the Dom; you are here for my pleasure. Did you think you were so luscious that I’d let you top me from down there?” He grinned. “Be prepared.”

Vic drew back and forced his cock down deep into her throat; Miranda’s eyes watered and she struggled for a split second and, just like that, he owned her. With the next thrust, she had found her position and relaxation, and she moaned around him. The vibration her utterances set up made Vic hungrier for her softness, and he thrust even deeper into her mouth. Saliva was starting to run from the corners of her lips, and her eyes were watering until tears ran down her cheeks and dripped off her jawline. He realized he’d left her no safeguard, so he asked, “Do you need to safeword? If so, blink three times.” She made a production out of keeping her eyes wide open. “I will not stop until you’ve swallowed my essence. Are you certain that this is something you can do?” Again, she refused to blink. “Very well,
bella.
I’ll honor you with my cum.”

Vic began a boisterous ramming into her throat, and he watched her face, her eyes, looking for the blinking, but it didn’t come. As he pounded into her, she moaned repeatedly, the vibration moving him forward, giving her more of him with each stroke. When he felt himself nearing climax, he looked down at her and repeated, “You will swallow.” She nodded.

The tension built, his balls clutched, and, in silence and relief, he came into her and released three years of bottled-up frustration down her throat as he held her face on his shaft and emptied himself. When he drew her mouth off of his cock, she was panting. “Very good,
bella,
” he purred to her, and she smiled, still swallowing. Vic went to the desk and retrieved a condom and a towel. He returned to her and wiped first her eyes and then her mouth, then threw the towel aside and rolled the condom on. Miranda looked up at him, and he could see her desire to speak.

“Go ahead, sub. You have something to say?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I hope I performed to your satisfaction, sir.”

“We’re about to see if that’s the case.” He helped her up onto the conference table and undid the cuffs. “On your back. Scoot up about a foot. Right about there.” From a drawer in the desk, Vic took a length of strapping with a slide adjuster in the middle and a snap hook on either end. He buckled a pair of leather cuffs on her wrists and snapped one end of the strap onto one. Then he threw the other end of the strap under the table, retrieved it on the other side, and snapped that end to the other cuff. Once they were linked, he tightened the strap until Miranda’s arms were out straight and flat on the table.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Sir, what will you do with your sub?” Miranda asked, breathless and smiling.

“Whatever pleases me. And now, what pleases me is to please her.” She let out a soft moan. He retrieved a large pair of cuffs from the desk, and he put one around each of her thighs just above her knees, then used a pair of straps with snap hooks on each end to attach the ring on each thigh cuff to the ring of the wrist cuff on the same side. Once they were secured, he tightened them. With the thigh cuffs in place and attached to the rings, Miranda was spread wide open to Vic, and he had to admit that she was a beautiful sight, immobilized and at his mercy. Her pussy was pink, engorged, and calling every glorious inch of his maleness into it. “Are you ready to be pleased?” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well,
bella.
” With that, he crawled up onto the table with her and tucked, face first, into her soaked slit. When his tongue found her clit, she almost screamed. “My god, you taste delectable,” he chuckled as she gasped. As soon as she did, he opted for aggression, and her gasp turned to a wail as he sucked and tugged her swollen nub. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it another second, he plunged two fingers into her pussy, curled them upward, and stroked her G-spot with vigor.

“Sir! Please, sir, do I have permission to come, sir?” she gasped.

“Whenever you’re ready,
bella
.” As soon as he quieted and his lips returned to her clit, she shuddered, then screamed out as her body tried to stiffen and couldn’t because of her bindings. Vic threw his forearm over her belly, holding down her hips as she tried to pump them upward, and the orgasm ate her alive, her voice giving out. Soon her spasms turned to something much more intense as another orgasm built, this one hotter and wilder. Vic continued to stroke her G-spot and suck and tug on her now-huge bud, and she began to cry out and thrash her head.

“You will come again for me,
bella,
” Vic growled and tied into her again. He could tell she was struggling, and he raked his teeth across her clit. On his third pass, she screamed out and shook all over as the second orgasm hit.

“Sir, oh god, sir, please!” she whined. “Oh, please, sir! No more, sir!”

“Would you like to use your safeword?” He watched her and could see resolve building in her face.

“No sir, unless it pleases you, sir.”

“It would not. You will come once more for me,
bella.
” Vic drew her clit back between his lips and Miranda screamed louder. To her horror, the next thing she heard was the sound of a vibrator, and Vic replaced his mouth with a powerful wand against her pearl. As he held it on her clit, he worked three skilled fingers back into her pussy and continued to stroke inside her. “
Bella,
you will come again for me. I see you fighting it, but do not. I will not stop until you’ve come a third time. For every minute you resist, you will suffer. Let it take you, little one. Let go.” He watched her stomach muscles tighten, her knees fight to come together, and he commanded, “Let go!”

That was all it took. Miranda shook and screamed as she fought the restraints while her pussy clenched around Vic’s fingers, her clit throbbing. She thrashed her head and wailed, and finally Vic took pity on her and turned off the vibrator. Her gasping and shaking went on for a full minute.

Vic kissed her swollen clit and she twitched and cried out. He kissed a slow ascent up her slit, up her mons, up her tummy, and on up her ribcage. When he came to her breasts, he took one nipple in his mouth and twisted the other with his thumb and forefinger. Miranda moaned and arched her back. When he reversed it and put his mouth on the other nipple, she cried out, “Oh, sir! Oh god! Please . . .”