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Authors: Kallypso Masters
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“Good girl. Perfect in every way.” She smiled at his praise and his excitement to be with her.
Ryder stroked the leather play collar around her neck with both hands, his fingers lightly grazing her skin. Wearing the collar helped put her more deeply into the submissive headspace for the scene.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until she looked up to meet his gaze before he bent to kiss her hard. Her anticipation intensified. He broke away and ran his fingers through her hair, combing her hair and stimulating her scalp. Chills ran down her arms at the sensory overload. She loved having him play with her hair.
Draping the ends over her left breast, his hands moved to her neck and shoulders, alternately kneading and caressing. He knelt behind her, straddling her legs and placing blazing hot kisses along the path his hands had awakened moments ago. Her breathing became ragged and shallow, as she tilted her head to give him better access.
Ryder’s arms slipped under hers and around her body until his hands cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples. “We might need to clamp these for a little added stimulation later.” Not that she could stand much more, but she remained silent and waited as he stood and went to the toy bag to retrieve a pair of clamps. She wondered which he’d use. They’d tried every kind, and her tolerance increased with each session, although she didn’t care for clover clamps and hoped he wasn’t feeling particularly sadistic today.
His fingernails stroked her bare ass, kneading the flesh. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin. Slap! She jumped, not expecting him to start already.
“I can’t wait to warm up your ass, baby. Now, on your feet.”
Ryder helped her to stand and pinched her nipples again before placing plastic clothespins on each. She hissed. These had a wicked bite at first—and she knew they’d hurt even more when he removed them.
“I love your hair down, but it might get in the way tonight.”
Without question, she pulled a hair band from her wrist and quickly gathered her tresses into a ponytail before turning it into a knot on the top of her head.
“Perfect.” He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck that sent a shiver down her spine.
He pulled out the suspension wrist cuffs, giving her a clue that she’d be suspended at some point in this scene, or at the very least would have her arms over her head for a long period of time. They were still novices with rigging, but Ryder had been taught a lot about safe ways to play at home—or in the barn—during his training with Gunnar these past weeks.
Megan slipped her right hand into the cuff, her fingers folding over and gripping the leather as he buckled it onto her. Not only did this type of cuff give her wrist more support, but if he needed to take her down quickly, all he needed to do was release the mechanism with one hand while supporting her body with the other and she was released in seconds. Luckily, they’d never had an issue yet, but Ryder usually saved the riskier maneuvers for when he had Gunnar’s or a dungeon monitor’s supervision.
Ryder encased her other wrist similarly. Her heart began beating a little faster. She loved being in restraints, especially at this moment when he took control leaving her completely at his mercy. She had no idea what the night would hold, but Ryder always made sure she was more than satisfied.
Looping the end of a bundle of suspension rope through the mechanism, he then tossed the bundle over the beam above them.
“Look at me, Red.”
She met his gaze. He slowly tugged on the rope, lifting her arms incrementally higher over her head until the pull on her arms made her rise on tiptoes. He stopped immediately and let out some of the slack so she could rest her heels on the floor again.
Her body relaxed as she stared into his eyes, the now-familiar sense of freedom enveloping her as she surrendered to his control. She wouldn’t have to think about anything
Ryder stroked the leather play collar around her neck with both hands, his fingers lightly grazing her skin. Wearing the collar helped put her more deeply into the submissive headspace for the scene.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until she looked up to meet his gaze before he bent to kiss her hard. Her anticipation intensified. He broke away and ran his fingers through her hair, combing her hair and stimulating her scalp. Chills ran down her arms at the sensory overload. She loved having him play with her hair.
Draping the ends over her left breast, his hands moved to her neck and shoulders, alternately kneading and caressing. He knelt behind her, straddling her legs and placing blazing hot kisses along the path his hands had awakened moments ago. Her breathing became ragged and shallow, as she tilted her head to give him better access.
Ryder’s arms slipped under hers and around her body until his hands cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples. “We might need to clamp these for a little added stimulation later.” Not that she could stand much more, but she remained silent and waited as he stood and went to the toy bag to retrieve a pair of clamps. She wondered which he’d use. They’d tried every kind, and her tolerance increased with each session, although she didn’t care for clover clamps and hoped he wasn’t feeling particularly sadistic today.
His fingernails stroked her bare ass, kneading the flesh. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin. Slap! She jumped, not expecting him to start already.
“I can’t wait to warm up your ass, baby. Now, on your feet.”
Ryder helped her to stand and pinched her nipples again before placing plastic clothespins on each. She hissed. These had a wicked bite at first—and she knew they’d hurt even more when he removed them.
“I love your hair down, but it might get in the way tonight.”
Without question, she pulled a hair band from her wrist and quickly gathered her tresses into a ponytail before turning it into a knot on the top of her head.
“Perfect.” He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck that sent a shiver down her spine.
He pulled out the suspension wrist cuffs, giving her a clue that she’d be suspended at some point in this scene, or at the very least would have her arms over her head for a long period of time. They were still novices with rigging, but Ryder had been taught a lot about safe ways to play at home—or in the barn—during his training with Gunnar these past weeks.
Megan slipped her right hand into the cuff, her fingers folding over and gripping the leather as he buckled it onto her. Not only did this type of cuff give her wrist more support, but if he needed to take her down quickly, all he needed to do was release the mechanism with one hand while supporting her body with the other and she was released in seconds. Luckily, they’d never had an issue yet, but Ryder usually saved the riskier maneuvers for when he had Gunnar’s or a dungeon monitor’s supervision.
Ryder encased her other wrist similarly. Her heart began beating a little faster. She loved being in restraints, especially at this moment when he took control leaving her completely at his mercy. She had no idea what the night would hold, but Ryder always made sure she was more than satisfied.
Looping the end of a bundle of suspension rope through the mechanism, he then tossed the bundle over the beam above them.
“Look at me, Red.”
She met his gaze. He slowly tugged on the rope, lifting her arms incrementally higher over her head until the pull on her arms made her rise on tiptoes. He stopped immediately and let out some of the slack so she could rest her heels on the floor again.
Her body relaxed as she stared into his eyes, the now-familiar sense of freedom enveloping her as she surrendered to his control. She wouldn’t have to think about anything
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