Chapter 15
Clover
One week later
“Open your eyes,” Gideon whispers in my ear, and when I do, I notice we’re in a dark room that only has a handful of lights around it. The walls are deep blue, with black leather on the chairs, and a bench that looks like a torture device. There are chains, whips, and cuffs hanging from the walls.
A large bed sits on the opposite side to where we’ve entered, and above the bed are more chains hanging from the ceiling. This is the first time I’ve been in this room. Gideon told me he had a surprise, and even though I wasn’t sure what to expect, this was not it.
“What… What is this?”
“It’s a room I had made when I got into the lifestyle.”
A playroom. God, it’s beautiful. Everything is immaculate and my feet have a life of their own as I make my way toward the one wall of glass shelves that house butt plugs of every size, as well as some interesting looking nipple clamps that I’ve only ever seen online.
“These are incredible,” I whisper, more to myself than to him, but I hear him moving behind me. I turn to glance at Gideon, who’s standing at the foot end of the bed and watching me. He seems amused at my awe, but I can’t help it.
“Do you like it?” He arches a brow in question, and I nod. “Good. I want you to remove all your clothes and set the items on the chair,” he tells me, gesturing to the chair that’s sitting in the corner of the room, overlooking the bed.
He watches me undress. I can feel his gaze on me as if it were his hands stroking my skin. Goose bumps erupt on every inch of my flesh. The moment I’m naked, a shiver creeps through me, and I find my stomach in knots for the first time in a long while.
Even though I’ve been in a few scenes before, this will be my acceptance of being his. Only his. When I earn my collar. Stepping up to him, I look up and smile, awaiting my next order.
“Do you know the safe words you can use if you need to?” he questions.
Nodding, I tell him, “Yes, red to stop, yellow to slow down.” He seems happy with this because he nods and turns away from me. Gideon stalks to the cabinet, pulling it open and taking a few things out. I can’t see what just yet, but I’m sure I will soon enough.
He moves toward me once more, and I notice he’s holding a blindfold. “Are you okay with having your eyes covered?”
“Yes, Sir.” I play the submissive for him because I know he loves it when I call him that. I love when I call him that. It gives me pleasure when I please him. He continues to tie the soft material around my head, stealing my vision, and soon, I’m blinded from watching him.
I hear his jeans shuffling as he moves, and when he’s close, I feel his heat. His hands grab mine, and the smooth, soft leather clips around my wrists as he ties them both and tugs them above my head. In seconds, I’m bound to something on the ceiling, one of the chains I’m guessing.
I’m left shivering once more when he leaves me. My legs are kicked apart when he returns, and a spreader bar is locked around my ankles. The anticipation is causing me to twist and tremble.
“Mmm, I can smell you, little one,” he tells me from somewhere in the room. I’m guessing he’s still kneeling before me. “So fucking delicious.” His voice has turned to gravel, dark and sensual, and it caresses me everywhere. Suddenly, his mouth is at my ear. I can feel the hot breath from his lips, and the words are whispered over my neck. “I’m going to make you come, hard, so many times, until you’re nothing more than a mess pleading for my cock.”
Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, sparking and crackling like a live wire, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls free from my lips. I want everything he’s offering and more. I need it, crave it.
“Please, Sir,” I beg, and I realize it will be the first of many pleas tonight.
He moves again, and silence takes his place. Moments pass. I don’t know how long I’m standing here, bound, helpless, at his mercy, but I’ve never been more liberated in my life.
A shadow passes the blindfold, then I hear it. A soft whir of a vibrator hums to life, and another shiver of need shoots through me. I’m wet already. There’s no need to touch me because just the anticipation is enough to turn me inside out.
As the vibrating object is placed on my neck, I jump in shock. It’s small, probably only the size of a Sharpie, but the intensity with which it vibrates is powerful. Gideon moves it along my nape, over my shoulder, and down to my left nipple, causing me to mewl out loud.
He inches it along my cleavage toward the right nipple, and both hardened buds are aching for attention. For his mouth. But he doesn’t offer me relief, he continues his teasing way down my torso, to my belly button, which makes me whimper for more.
He focuses on that area for a little while before he drops the vibrator down to my mound, and my clit throbs for a touch, something, anything. But Gideon is torturing me.
“Do you like teasing me, little one?” he questions when I try to buck my hips, but it doesn’t work. “Because I like taunting you.” There’s a smile in his voice, thick and heavy, like syrup being drizzled over pancakes. I’m already a sticky mess from just the ministrations he’s attacked my body with.
“I didn’t mean to, Sir,” I tell him. Knowing he’s talking about the moment on the couch earlier when I flashed him my panties, hoping he’d offer me attention.
“You like to make me hard. Don’t you, Clover?” he murmurs in my ear as the vibrator moves to my inner thighs, missing my pussy completely and earning him a mewl of agony. All I need is a whispered touch, but he doesn’t do it. The whir moves over my thigh, up to my hip and toward the opposite side, teasing and taunting its way over my flesh.
I can feel myself dripping now. My arousal is sticky and warm against my body, and I want so badly to squeeze my thighs together, but the spreader bar makes sure I can’t. It forces my legs wide, and I drop my head back and plead with him.
“Oh, God, please, Sir, I need to come,” I tell him, I tell the room, but he doesn’t relent. He enjoys toying with me like this. A soft swat of his hand lands on my ass cheek, causing me to yelp. With the vibrations and the harshness of the spank, my body is shaking uncontrollably.
Another swat and more of the toy attacks me, as he moves it closer and closer to my core. It’s inches away from my clit, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I need more, I need it inside. I want to be full.
“Tell me, little Clover. What do you need right now?” My mind goes blank, and my body is shaking as Gideon presses the tiny vibrator harder against my mound, which only intensifies the feeling that’s twisting in my gut. It’s coiling like a serpent, ready to attack me the moment he inches down.
“You. Please. To come. But you too.” My words are a jumble of incoherent pleas. This is what he wanted, to make me break for him, and I’m ready to surrender.
“What else?” he questions, moving the toy in circles over my thighs, inching closer to the apex where I’m wet and needy. “What is on your mind, Clover?”
“Orgasm. An orgasm. Please, please, I need it. Please, Sir, I need it so bad right now.” I finally allow him the words he wants, and he complies with me by moving the vibrator over the lips of my cunt and up to my clit, which detonates the bomb that’s been brewing in my belly.