Page 12 of Dark Secret

That’s when he guided me to the new construction. A round barrel-shaped area, made of stained oak wood, with clamps, chains, and cuffs in a variety of areas. He pushed gently, and my heart raced. Face down I could at least have some dignity. Right now, he’d taken everything from me, even my independence. I was a little afraid, not of him, but of what might happen.

Wasn’t it odd to think being bent over was at least more dignified than facing your dominant? I pushed the thought away and tried to concentrate on the senses I had left. Touch, taste, and smell. There wasn’t anything to taste, so that left me with two senses. I held my hands out, and he then placed a cuff around them. The cuff was connected directly to the clamp, and I couldn’t move away.

My heart raced again when he clamped my feet wide apart. That was when my brain went into overdrive. It could be anyone behind me; he could be playing a game and letting someone else touch me. The thought had scared me, but it also exhilarated me. It was dirty, even nasty maybe, but something within me had responded to that.

I wasn’t necessarily after degradation, but being used and taking in return? That kind of thrilled me, and I couldn’t help it. That was my nature. I didn’t want anyone else but Dylan, but, if he told me to, as my sir, then I would probably do as he had instructed.

I felt fingers on my lips and opened my mouth. My head was almost upside down, so it was a bit awkward, but I soon found a way to give his cock the attention he wanted. I knew it was him, I could smell the scent of his skin, and I knew the way his cock felt in my mouth. The buzz of fear quieted, but that didn’t make my body stop throbbing.

If anything, his hard cock in my mouth had made it worse. I had desires, needs that had to be met, needs that had already been tortured, but this was more. It was enough to drive me mad. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, and I felt very isolated.

It was good, I’d liked it, but it was also a prison of its own, this dark silence. His hand came up to hold my head still as he fucked into my mouth over and over again. My lips were going numb from the friction of his cock sliding in and out, but I couldn’t complain. My mouth was more than full.

His thrusts came quicker, deeper, and I knew he was close. He’d let me down after he came, but I should have known better. If Dylan brought me in here, he brought me in to play, not to get off quick and then go to bed. He pulled out of my mouth at the last minute, and the cuffs on my hands were released. He moved around to where my feet were also clamped down and pulled me up.

It was only a moment before his hands guided me back down. This time, I was face up, my breasts and vulva exposed. The barrel was big enough that my head hung halfway down the barrel on one side and my legs hung down the other. More clamps and my hands were restrained over my head, and then my feet. I was stable, I wouldn’t fall off, but this new position made me wonder. The other had felt alright, but this position messed with my balance.

I was about to protest when he pushed a ball gag into my mouth and clamped it together behind my head. He was done with my mouth then. My teeth closed gently onto the ball, but they would not meet. Now, I only had touch and smell.

I could smell my own scent by now, the scent of my arousal as he teased me, even if it wasn’t direct. Not until the point when he put the nipple sucker on my left nipple. That was when my hips jerked, and my feet pulled against the cuffs around my ankles. The second one went on, and I began to move around on the barrel, not to get away, but because I couldn’t sit still.

Locked into my own world now, I was free to go where I’d wanted to, be what I’d wanted to be, as long as it was a woman strapped to a barrel. I’d wondered if he’d fuck me again. Would he be able to since I was tied down to the barrel? I didn’t know, but the idea thrilled me. His hands moved down my body, over my stomach, and to the slit that had my most tender pleasure zones.

Another clamp, this one on my throbbing clit. Let’s just say, it didn’t help matters. My skin felt like it was on fire, and the blood rushed around my body madly. I couldn’t help the moans that came from behind the ball gag, so I didn’t try to stop them. I just took what he gave me and knew it was my punishment.

That was made clear when Dylan pulled the sucker on my clit away. I’d been so close, just right there, and I’d screamed in frustration. It was more of a yell of anger, which would not help, but I couldn’t stop it. I panted, like a caged animal, afraid and panicked. I was in pain, but it was the exquisitely evil sensation of pleasure that made me hurt. It was a pain that had burned, but I’d wanted more and more. All that he could give me. All that I could take. And then a little more, just to make sure.

I screamed again when his mouth replaced the sucker on my clit. He’d sucked at my pussy, at the smooth lips, and my clit, and then he went down to lick at my entrance. It was even worse than the sucker. Fuck, I was going to die. My heart was just going to explode, and that would be it.

He did something, and the suction on my nipples became tighter. It was excruciatingly good, and I thought I had stopped breathing. I could swear my heart had stopped beating for a second at least, when his mouth went back to its play.

“Dylan!” It didn’t come out that way around the ball gag.

I was there … just one more tilt of my hips, just one more breath, and I’d be there. I was desperate for it now. It was so close. Oh, Dylan, please, I’d thought, let me come.

He didn’t. He moved, pulled the suckers from my nipples, and removed the cuffs. I stood there, shook to the core, and still burning with need. I’d do whatever he asked of me. I didn’t care, as long as he let me come.

He’d guided me to something and pushed against my neck. We moved together as he arranged me on the leather table. My legs were out in front of me, my back pointed straight with my head pointed at the wall, not the ceiling. I couldn’t figure out what he had planned now, not with me in the shape of an L.

My nipples zinged with the sensation of the blood moving around them, and I started to squirm. I got a smack on the ass for that, but then his hand ran down to my pussy. He cupped it for a minute before he grabbed my hips. With one swift shove he was inside of me.

Only this time, I was still locked in my own world. I couldn’t hear him tell me not to come, and I couldn’t help it; I was a greedy bitch, and when he plunged into me the tenth time, I’d come apart. The friction of my thighs pressed on my clit and the sensation of him fucking me was too much for my overstimulated nerves. I blew apart and this time, it wasn’t just my heart that had stopped.

I quit breathing because my lungs seized up on a scream. I felt every inch of him inside me, and I’d come hard around him. I hadn’t cared if I’d squeezed him too hard, or if I’d broke his cock at this point. I’d come and hadn’t cared about anything else.

Dylan

I thought I might have been … happy. Two days later, I was sitting in the dining area of my apartment with the most beautiful woman I’d ever bedded. She was telling me about her day, and her smile was infectious. I couldn’t help it, just her presence made me feel calm, but that didn’t surprise me; she had always done that to me.

“You told the guy you just wanted your oil changed, right?” It was just a question to keep her talking. She was animated as she told me about how the garage she’d taken her car to tried to give her an entire list of things that were wrong with the car. It was brand new; there wasn’t anything wrong with it. They were just trying to pull one over on her.

At least she was smart enough to know that. She’d asked for her keys, paid for the oil change, and had left. She had looked down, saw my glass was empty of wine, and had poured a little more. She’d cooked a dinner for us, and I ate every bite of the homemade four-cheese ravioli she’d made from scratch, along with the sauce she’d prepared.

I’d let the contract thing go for now. She’d asked for two weeks, and I’d agreed to give it to her. It would cause another argument to disagree, and the moment I’d seen her in the doorway, I couldn’t say no to her. I couldn’t say no to myself; my body hadn’t let me. From the moment our lips met all over again, until the point when we finally went to sleep, tangled together, I’d thanked fate for bringing her back to me.

That terrified me, but I’d examined those tender edges of emotions that I’d blocked out long ago. For now, I’d just wanted to be with her again.

It was nice to come home to her, with music in the air, the smell of food ready. It had almost reminded me of when I’d come home from school to find Dad in the kitchen. I’d clamped down on that quickly and went to Stephanie to kiss her and give her a hug. It had felt good, like the world had suddenly dissolved into only us.