The Runaway Bride - A Captive Flame Book One (10 page)

My resolve nearly
broke when I felt the sharp, cold grip of clamps closing around my
nipples—both at the same time. I looked down in surprise and saw
the little metal clips, barely covered by rubber at the tips,
locked onto my nipples. There was no chain between them, which
explained why I hadn’t heard the distinctive clinking that would
have warned me. The grip of the clamps sent waves of pain and
tingling pleasure through my body, straight to my already needy
pussy, making me tighten and tremble. I managed somehow to keep
from making a sound; I kept breathing, slowly and steadily,
swallowing the saliva that accumulated in my mouth. “Here’s that
determination you mentioned,” Krystopher said, taunting me. I
nodded, meeting his gaze seriously.

Krystopher reached
into his pocket again, and I wondered what new implement of torture
he was planning to bring to bear against me. He withdrew a small
wand with a bulbous head, like a back massager in miniature, and
met my gaze steadily, finding a control at the bottom of the wand
and twisting it. “Remember, Rhonda—not a single sound. I actually
wouldn’t mind giving you a thorough spanking until you are left
whimpering and shaking, ready to beg me for mercy. Don’t think I
haven’t figured out that you’re trying to defy me.” I shook my head
silently to disagree with his assertion, even if it was true.

The wand came to
life, humming lowly somewhere deep inside, the head visibly
vibrating as Krystopher held it up for me to see. He brought it
down along my body, tracing a line down along the front of my
throat, sending ticklish throbbing against my windpipe. He let it
fall to my breasts and traced a circle around each of my nipples; I
inhaled sharply through my nose, swallowing hard. The vibrator made
the clamps on my nipples shake, renewing and intensifying the pain
they sent through my body. I couldn’t keep my breathing slow
anymore—but I struggled to keep it steady nonetheless, knowing that
if I lost control of my breathing I would start making noises
without being able to stop myself.

After a few moments
of the torture, Krystopher slid the head of the vibrator wand down
against my abdomen, grazing my hip before he brought it to my inner
thighs. He brushed it up and down along my sensitive skin, coming
close to my pussy but never quite touching it, even as I squirmed.
The longer he teased me, the more difficult it was to keep my
defiance in mind. My shoulders ached—but I barely felt them, my
whole body wrapped up in the sensation of the vibrator, the pain in
my nipples, my intense arousal crackling and burning along every
nerve in my body. Just as sharply as I realized that Krystopher’s
intent was not merely to teach me discipline, but to bring me to a
state of near-mindless compliance, I realized that I was utterly at
his mercy. He could keep torturing me until I lost my mind
completely—he had all of the power, and could goad me until I
couldn’t help but make a sound, earning a punishment I was every
bit as helpless to prevent as the discipline.

I sagged against the
bindings that held me, closing my eyes as they started to water. I
didn’t want to give in to Krystopher, but I couldn’t see any way
out of my predicament—any way out of the torture and into the
reward that I knew he would give me if I was just obedient
enough—other than to submit to him completely. “The goal of
discipline isn’t just compliance,” Krystopher murmured, bringing
the vibrating head of the wand just below my soaking wet pussy. “I
want your total obedience, Rhonda.” I opened my eyes and looked at
him, and my ability to defy my Master finally broke away. I took a
deep, unsteady breath through my nose and nodded slowly.

Krystopher finally
brought the vibrator up against my pussy, pressing it to my slick
folds, and I nearly cried out with pleasure—suppressing the sound
at the very last instant, even as it shot up through my throat. I
bit down harder on the gag, feeling the slippery wetness of my
saliva escaping my lips, dripping lazily down my chin. Krystopher
kissed me at the corner of my mouth, grabbing at my hair with his
free hand and pulling it tight against my scalp, even as he kept
the vibrator pressed against my needy, soaking pussy. I could feel
the noises building up inside of me, but I suppressed them
ruthlessly, knowing that if I would just obey Krystopher, he would
finally give me what I needed. If I controlled myself, if I kept
silent, I would get my reward.

Krystopher teased me
relentlessly, pressing the vibrator against my clit and then
gliding it away, down against my lower folds, and then back up
again as I breathed heavily through my nose, doing everything I
could to keep myself silent. The gag made me drool, and I felt both
humiliated and grateful—I hadn’t drooled since I was a baby, and
here I was, just as helpless as I had been then, but in a totally
different way, squirming and writhing as my Master played my body
like it was nothing more than a game. He pulled my hair, he slapped
at my already-aching breasts, he brought his hand around to my ass
and slipped his fingers along the crack, teasing my pucker until I
was torn between the urge to protest and the desire to beg him to
take me even there, anything if he would just let me scream, let me
moan. When I was on the edge of orgasm, shaking all over, rattling
the chain that bound me and so completely and utterly lost to
pleasure that it was unimaginable that I could possibly be silent,
I felt the strap of the gag loosen, and Krystopher worked the ball
free of my teeth and lips, leaving my mouth hanging open. “Tell me
who you belong to.” I met his gaze and he nodded slightly, giving
me additional permission to speak.

“You—I belong to you,
Sir.” Krystopher brought the vibrator to bear against my clit,
pressing it so firmly that I almost couldn’t help but moan out—but
I hadn’t been given permission for more than answering his
questions. I had to remain silent.

“Whose pussy is
this?” A whimper escaped me and I looked at my Master in absolute
terror, thinking that he would certainly stop the discipline and
proceed to punish me. “Whose pussy is it?” I gasped, swallowing
against the tightness in my throat.

“It’s your pussy,
Master. It’s yours.” Krystopher reached around and slapped my ass
firmly, sending a shockwave of heat and pain and pleasure through
me.

“Whose ass is this?”
I was breathing so heavily, but somehow couldn’t manage to get
oxygen to my brain. I couldn’t think.

“Yours! It’s your
ass, Sir.” Krystopher leaned in and I felt his breath, hot against
my skin.

“And if I wanted to
fuck you there, you would let me, wouldn’t you little slave?” I
nodded, although I had never let a man take me anally—but in the
moment I would have agreed to anything my Master wanted. Krystopher
reached around to my front once more and gave one of my breasts a
savage, cruel squeeze, making me cry out—I couldn’t help it. My
tears started to flow; it wasn’t even the punishment that I dreaded
as much as it was his disappointment in me, though I would have
thought I had lost my mind if I had experienced that feeling at any
other moment. “Who do these tits belong to?” I shuddered with the
relief I felt, realizing that I wasn’t going to be punished for my
lapse, that I hadn’t disappointed my Master.

“They belong to you,”
I said, my voice half a moan, as tears streamed down my face.
Krystopher smiled at me, a warm, approving expression that I
couldn’t help but echo.

“Good, little slave.
Very good. Now beg me to fuck you.” I held his gaze and tried to
think of words, tried to figure out what I could possibly say to
persuade the man who had me at his absolute mercy.

“Please fuck me, Sir.
God, I need you so much—I can’t stand it anymore. Please, please
fuck me.” Krystopher withdrew the vibrator and twisted the control
at the base, turning it off. I trembled and shuddered, whimpering
mindlessly as my pussy throbbed and tightened with need and desire.
My whole body was on fire, tingling and crackling with electricity.
Krystopher disappeared, and my tears came faster—what if he left me
like this? What if he let me hang here, on the edge of orgasm,
driven out of my mind by the sheer pressure of his dominance and my
own arousal?

I heard the rustle of
fabric in the still, silent air, and the chain overhead rattled and
clattered. I yelped in surprise as Krystopher pushed me forward,
the chain keeping my arms taut over my head even as I fell. For a
moment I thought that I’d fall onto my knees, onto my face; but the
chain and cuffs held me firmly until I was bent over at the waist,
panting and whimpering in my fear. As my fear and need both
intensified, I wondered if Krystopher was going to punish me—if he
was going to torture me further. I shivered with relief when I felt
the brush of his clothes against the back of my legs. “The
beautiful thing about those lovely shoes,” Krystopher told me, his
voice sounding both tense and amused, “Is that they make it so very
easy you put you in just… the right… position.” I felt the heat and
hardness of his cock pressing against me from behind. Krystopher
spread my legs slightly, and the tip of his erection rubbed up and
down along my labia, teasing me lingeringly.

Krystopher thrust
into me slowly from behind, pushing past the resistance of my tight
inner walls. The heat and hardness of him filled me up completely,
and I moaned out—even though I didn’t know if I was allowed to, I
couldn’t help myself. “You can make all the noise you want now,
Rhonda,” Krystopher said, his voice tight with pleasure and
arousal. “But remember you are not allowed to come until you
receive permission.” I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure if he
could see the movement of my head, hanging down between my arms.
Unrestrained, whimpers and moans left me as Krystopher began to
rock his hips, thrusting deeper and deeper into my tight, soaking
pussy.

He gripped my hips
tightly, holding me in place, giving me no freedom to move as he
pounded into me steadily. I couldn’t move but I could make
noise—and I cried out as the friction built up between our bodies.
Krystopher’s thrusts made my breasts shake, and the clamps still
attached to my nipples sent sparks of sensation through me, making
me hotter and wetter, more and more turned on by the moment. I knew
suddenly—on a level I hadn’t before—that I was utterly
Krystopher’s. That I belonged to him; that my body was his. I
couldn’t spare the focus or thought to wonder how he managed to
dominate me so completely; I could only react to the pressure
building up inside of me. I held myself back, moaning and
whimpering lowly and steadily as my orgasm built up inside of me,
banking like a fire, ready to burst out the moment I relaxed my
control. I clenched my hands into fists, my fingernails biting into
the skin of my palm, my wrists pulling against the cuffs that held
them, as I struggled to keep from tumbling into orgasm.

I could feel
Krystopher’s cock twitching inside of me; I could feel his body
tensing against mine as we both got closer and closer to climax.
Our movements made the chain rattle, and the air—so silent
before—was suddenly full of sounds: the wet, sucking slap of our
bodies colliding, the moans that were leaving both of us, the
chains and things that I couldn’t even define. As Krystopher picked
up his pace, moving faster, pounding into me harder, I struggled
and fought to hold back, gritting my teeth and gasping through them
as my mounting pleasure made it more and more difficult to hold
back the orgasm I could almost taste.

“Rhonda—come for me.
Come right now.” Krystopher was panting as he delivered the
command, and I needed no further encouragement; just the sound of
the instruction was enough to release the last of my self-control,
and I moaned out, almost sobbing with relief as my pleasure
crested, sending spasms of sensation through my body. I shook and
writhed in my bonds, pulling up and collapsing against the chain
that held me in place as the climax ripped through me. I felt
Krystopher reach his own climax, shuddering against me slightly as
his cock twitched erratically, sending his sticky-slick heat
rushing into my tightening, tensing pussy.

I hung there for a
moment, unable or unwilling to acknowledge the deep ache in my
arms, the sharper pain in my breasts as I panted from the force of
the release that had wrung me out utterly. After a moment the chain
clattered and clinked, and I felt myself being pulled back up, into
a standing position; my arms pulled tight and I groaned, wincing at
the pain. A moment later, however, Krystopher was in front of me,
releasing the clamps on my nipples and putting them aside. He
stroked me all over, caressing as he murmured praise for what a
good little slave I had been. “I can see why you think your
determination is your greatest strength,” he murmured, kissing me
lightly on the lips. “You have excellent self-control when you
decide to use it.” Krystopher released my wrists and my arms fell
to my sides, tingling and throbbing from the unaccustomed position.
Krystopher hugged me tightly against him, stroking my hair,
caressing my body. He kissed me again and I melted against him, for
the moment utterly contented and without a single need or want in
the entire world. It amazed me that something as simple as what had
just happened between us could make me so—not mindless, but utterly
satisfied.

Krystopher checked
the time and told me to get dressed. “We’ve been in here a while,”
he pointed out, giving me a little smile. He straightened his
clothes and stepped out of the room, taking his phone out of his
pocket. I dressed quickly, still able to feel the tenderness
between my legs—wondering with a blush if there was any way I could
prevent my Master’s come from leaking out of my drenched pussy and
onto my bare thighs. It was a concern for later; I could visit the
restroom if I needed to.