Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,23
he intended to use all that other stuff if he put the diaper on her first, and a little disappointed because the only obvious answer was, he couldn’t. He was teasing her, the wand, dildo, and restraints nothing more than a mind-fuck.
More than a little disappointed, she laid back on the mat. The bench wasn’t long, but it was long enough for her to lie with her head tucked against the wall and her knees drawn up. She wished she had to go to the bathroom. That tease was mean. He deserved to get peed on.
“Hands,” he said while she glared straight up at the ceiling and did her best not to look like she was sulking. He tickled her under the chin. She practically threw her hands at him, twisting her face away to make him stop. He tsked. “I think someone needs a nap. When we’re done here, we’ll do that next.”
“I don’t need a nap,” she bit out. What she needed to do was figure out how to make her traitorous body stop wanting to be touched by him so damn much. Every time he opened his mouth, her pussy twitched. When he took her wrists and buckled a set of linked leather handcuffs to them, she caught herself mid-squirm.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied, turning his attention to her ankles, cuffing them as well. Sadie yelped in surprise when he hooked his arm under her knees and bent her legs straight back onto her chest. Her knees would have touched her breasts had her arms weren’t trapped beneath them.
Prying her wrists out from under her, she lost some of her disgruntlement when he crossed her wrists and her ankles, then hooked each one to the opposite limb’s cuff.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.
“Getting ready to teach my naughty little girl all about punishment orgasms.”
There was a hook on the wall almost directly above her. When he looked at it, so did she. Her jaw dropped when he clipped a length of chain to the D-rings of each ankle cuff, then lifted her hips right up off the bench before he managed to hook the excess chain over that hook.
“Oh my god!” She froze, positive her weight was going to snap the hook off the dressing room wall. It shocked her when it held.
Her legs were bent, her arms fully extended as far as they could go, and her ass offered up in the most mortifying diaper-position. She’d never been more exposed or vulnerable. He had access to everything he could see, and he could see everything—her glistening wet pussy, her bottom, the dusky entrance of her back hole, everything.
Laying the vibrating wand on her belly, he picked up a leash-thin length of black strap. He wrapped it once around the wand’s thin neck just beneath the bulbous head and then used the rest to bind her thighs together, clamping the wand between them. The length of it rested on her stomach, but the huge round head was directly on her pussy.
“Oh…” She had time enough to breathe just before he clicked it on, and the wand abruptly came to life. She flinched, her hips bucking higher, but it was an involuntary reaction, one born more out of surprise than any real intensity in pleasure, although it did feel good.
He lowered the straps around her thighs, adjusting the press of the wand until it laid not just nestled between the folds of her pussy but directly on her unguarded clit.
“There we go,” he said over her shrill gasp.
She both loved and hated him when he clicked the wand off. Struggling to control her breathing, she said, “I-I think I’m done now.”
Picking up the last length of belt-thick restraint, he threaded the black leather through the slats in the bench, then buckled it around her hips, tightening it down until she couldn’t wiggle her hips so much as an inch in any direction. She couldn’t buck, she couldn’t struggle. She was stuck.
“I think I’m really done now,” she tried again, more giddy than truly panicked, but she could feel tickles of it wending through her. She’d never been more exposed or so firmly bound, she couldn’t move. Truly, it was only the second time in her life she’d ever been bound at all, and the last time…
Except this wasn’t anything like the last time.
“If you really wanted to stop, you’d use your safeword,” he reminded.
Strangely, that kicked her giddiness another