Broken Toy

  Loren nodded to Gabe and she slipped it on his left ring finger. She didn’t even have time to get a good look at it, although with the tears in her eyes blurring her vision, she could barely see as it was.

  “William,” Loren said, “your ring.”

  He turned and Rob handed it to him.

  “Gabriella, by accepting this ring, you are freely, of your own will, consenting before all those assembled here today to give yourself to this man.” She nodded to Bill, who gently slid the ring on Gabe’s left finger, next to the engagement ring. She’d heard that the wedding band was supposed to go on first, but he’d told her he wanted her to keep her engagement ring on throughout the ceremony.

  So she had.

  “Before you all, these two have taken vows to each other. Is there any reason these two should not be joined?”

  No one spoke. Apparently, Tilly had located the duct tape.

  Loren grinned. “This is the part I love the best. By the power vested by the State of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and wife, and whatever else you choose to be together. Owner, kiss your toy. She’s officially yours.”

  Everyone began clapping and cheering as Bill grinned and pulled Gabe into his arms before she could blink. Then he crushed her lips with his in a kiss that threatened to have her begging him to fuck her right there in front of everyone.

  Good thing the rules prohibit that…

  When he finally stood her upright again, she swayed a little on her feet as she tried to get her breath and brains back under control.

  Loren hugged her first, whispering in her ear. “Congratulations, sweetie. If he breaks your heart, make sure you have Tilly on speed dial.”

  Gabe laughed, but knew deep in heart that would not be necessary. Then Loren hugged Bill. After that, it was a blur of hugs and well wishes. Before they could get sidetracked with the reception part of the festivities, Loren called them and Laura and Rob over to sign the marriage certificate.

  Now she’d had a chance to dab at her eyes with a tissue and actually look at their bands. Gold, they were a matching set with delicate Celtic knots engraved around the bands.

  He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I thought knots were appropriate.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I love them.”

  He took her hand and quickly swapped the position of her engagement and wedding rings, kissing her hand after doing it. “I hoped you’d like them.”

  She motioned him close so she could whisper in his ear. “If you ever wanted to get me a collar, Daddy, I’d wear it for you.”

  “Funny you should mention that.” He smiled. “I was thinking more along the lines for our first anniversary, I want to get you an ankle tattoo. One of those that looks like a bracelet. With my initials worked into it. What would you think about that, sweetheart?”

  Her heart raced, pounding.

  In a good way. “Only if you go with me to get it done, Daddy.”

  “Of course. And I was thinking about getting your initials on the inside of my left wrist.”

  That he was willing to do that for her, it totally melted her. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Want to know why?”

  From the evil grin on his face, she knew he wanted her to ask. “Why, Daddy?”

  He reached up with his left hand and fisted her hair, gently easing her head back while reaching between her legs with his right hand, easily finding her clit through the fabric of her dress. “Because any time I see it, I want to think exactly about this, the look in your eyes right now, and I’ll be able to make a fist with that hand and picture this.” His finger stroked her clit through the fabric. “And imagine doing this to you.”

  She whimpered when he pulled his right hand away and touched his fingers to her lips, which opened automatically for him.

  “Such a good girl,” he said as she sucked on his fingers, even though the fabric had kept him from getting her juices on them. “Such a very, very good girl. My good girl.” He smiled.

  She whimpered again, knowing she would beg him to spend the rest of her life like this with him if he asked her to, following his commands.

  Making him smile that smile.

  Chapter Thirty

  Bill had definitely got her worked up, but a few minutes later, everyone was eating in preparation for getting to the cake. Gabe was glad he had no interest in smashing cake in her face, either, despite Gilo’s plaintive begging while dodging Tilly and her riding crop for them to basically frost each other.

  After the reception was over, the playspace was officially declared open, in time for the regular club opening to other members. Gabe thought maybe Bill would want to play with her at the club. It had surprised her when he told her no, that he wanted to reserve that for later, at home.

  In private.

  It also amped up her need to a fevered pitch. She knew he wouldn’t strip her fully naked there at the club, even though she realized if he asked it of her, she would do it.

  But she’d at least thought to get a couple of orgasms while they were at the club.

  Nope, he was content to spend the hours talking with their friends, watching others play, his arm draped possessively across her shoulders and his fingers gently stroking her arm.

  Shooting her sexy winks every time he caught her eye.

  Winks that, had he not confiscated her panties after the ceremony, would have completely soaked them long before he was ready to leave a little before midnight. As it was, she’d excused herself to the bathroom several times to freshen up and clean up, afraid of a puddle forming on the floor between her feet if she didn’t.

  He had her totally wet and totally horny.

  And from the evil grin on his face, she knew he knew it.

  It even shocked her to realize she loved it, the control she willingly gave to him.

  The control she knew she wanted him to have over her in that way.

  Nothing should shock me anymore. Not about him or what we’re doing.

  In a way, she loved that it did. That there would still be surprises to stumble across.

  When they took their leave of everyone and headed home, he opened and held the door of the car for her. As she got in, he smiled. “Make sure to keep your legs spread on the way home.”

  There went her heart again, racing like crazy. “Yes, Sir.”

  She took great satisfaction knowing that every time she said that to him, especially when in response to an order, it made him hard. Or harder, as the case might be.

  He leaned in. “Lift the hem of your dress and keep it there, sweetheart. I want to see your pussy.”

  She met his gaze. “Yes, Sir.”

  He made her strip in the garage after the door was safely rolled down behind them. He confiscated her dress, grabbed a handful of her hair, and led the way inside. In the living room, he led her around the front of one of the matching chairs for the sofa, a soft, upholstered chair with short wooden legs under it, had her kneel facing backward on it, her breasts hanging over the edge of the back.

  “Stay,” he said. He disappeared into the bedroom and returned with the duffel bag full of rope and the Hitachi.

  She suspected what was coming, her juices already running down her legs. Her ass and pussy were exposed like this, and her mouth would be at the perfect height to suck him off.

  Subspace started fuzzing the edges of her mind, her body already eagerly anticipating whatever it was he had prepared for her.

  Sure enough, he began humming as he uncoiled the first rope and started tying her ankles to the legs of the chair, leaving her legs spread, her pussy exposed.

  He next walked around the back of the chair, having her position her arms where it was most comfortable for her to brace herself before he began tying them in a modified gauntlet that led down to the other two chair legs.

  A quick rope harness, followed by few turns of rope around her back and under the chair kept her from rising up. She could wiggle her ass, but that was about all she could do. She couldn
’t pull too far back, and the back of the chair kept her from moving forward.

  He stroked her pussy with his hand. “Who owns this?” he softly asked.

  “You, Sir.”

  He lightly slapped her there, making her gasp and jump. “Did that hurt?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He did it again and again, faster, slower, never harder, and hitting her clit with each impact until she realized she was close to coming.

  Then he stopped.

  She let out a whimper that earned her another laugh. “My poor sweetheart likes having her pussy spanked, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pressed his hand against her lips and she opened, sucking her juices from his fingers.

  He grabbed the blindfold and quickly fastened it around her head. “I bought a couple of new toys for tonight, sweetheart. Don’t panic. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He kissed her. “Such a good girl.”

  She felt him move away. When he returned, he tugged at her nipples. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She had a love-hate relationship with the nipple clamps.

  He knelt in front of her and took his time teasing her, tweaking one with his fingers while sucking and nipping on the other one, switching back and forth until her clit throbbed, her cunt screaming to be filled, to come, knowing once she started coming she was at his mercy until he was ready to let her stop.

  The good kind of fear.

  Then, she felt the bite of him attaching the first clamp, followed immediately by the second.

  “Such a good girl to take nipple clamps for me.” She heard him unzip his jeans, then the head of his cock brushed against her lips. She eagerly swallowed him, working up and down the length of his shaft with her lips and tongue. All the while, he kept one hand on the chain between the nipple clamps, tugging on it, pulling, tormenting her and making her moan in that sweet kind of painful pleasure she wished would never stop.

  He buried his other hand in her hair, fisting it, taking over. “I’m in charge, sweetheart. I will fuck your mouth however I want.” He withdrew until just the head remained between her lips. “Suck it.”

  She did, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled at it with her mouth, making him let out a sensual laugh.

  “Good girl.”

  Then he was gone. His cock and his hands. The chain swung free, still giving her delicious sensations as it moved.

  A moment later he was back, stroking her ass with his hands. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Ask me for your surprise.”

  “Please give me my surprise, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” She had time to process the sound of something swinging through the air before it smacked her in the ass, and just enough time to process that it was a thoroughly thuddy impact with zero pain before she let out a soft cry.

  A flogger. He’d bought a flogger. From the feel of it, a very soft one, although heavy, like a mop flogger. He worked it over her ass and the backs of her thighs, taking his time to make sure some of the falls hit her pussy and adding to the good sensations rolling through her.

  The nipple clamp chain swung with every stroke, not giving her any relief there, either.

  After a few minutes, he stopped and stroked her ass. “Well?”

  “I like it, Sir.”

  “Good. I hoped you would. I promise, nothing I use on you tonight will be any worse than this. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She felt him step behind her and rub the head of his cock between her pussy lips. “For now, you’re absolutely dripping. I think you need a little bit of fucking.” He switched the Hitachi on and reached underneath her as he slammed his cock hard and deep inside her. “Come!” He jammed the Hitachi against her clit.

  She cried out, straining against the ropes, her explosion taking her by surprise. It was like her body wanted to obey him, too, without any assistance from her.

  He held still, his cock buried all the way inside her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Work those hips against that vibrator and my cock.”

  She did, as much as she could, crying her way through the next orgasm and then gasping when he suddenly switched off the vibrator and pulled his cock free.

  Then his hand was on the chain again. “Let’s make this interesting.” The chain grew heavier and she realized he’d clipped some sort of weight to it, tugging on her nipples.

  She tried to hold still, but it wasn’t possible when he smacked her in the ass with what felt like a foam bat. “Oh, my poor sweetheart. You haven’t seen anything yet.” It felt like he quickly tied a rope harness around her hips and between her legs, then she felt him insert something.

  Her old vibrator.

  He switched it on. “Let’s change things up a little, shall we?” He snugged the rope, firmly holding the vibrator inside her. It wasn’t as strong as the Hitachi, but then he started smacking her in the ass with whatever it was, and every stroke seemed to jostle it inside her as it made the weight on the nipple clamp chain swing.

  He sounded like he was about to start giggling. “My poor, poor sweetheart. Feels so good and so bad all at once, doesn’t it? Beg me for more.”

  Her mouth opened. “Please give me more, Sir.”

  “Why I’d be happy to give you more.” More swats across the ass, until she couldn’t help it and came again, moaning in pleasure and a sweet kind of pain as her writhing made the nipple clamp chain swing again.

  Once she’d worked her way through that one, he untied the hip harness and removed the vibrator. But the nipple clamps stayed on, and he started swinging something else across her ass and thighs. She wasn’t sure what it was, because it was light, but firm, and small. Whatever it was, he was going easy with it, she could tell.

  He reached between her legs and sank two fingers inside her. “Such a wet pussy. I think you’re enjoying this. Are you?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m enjoying it.”

  “Good girl.” He had apparently stripped, because this time when he started fucking her, she didn’t feel any clothes, just his warm, bare flesh rubbing against hers.

  And the Hitachi again.

  She cried out, sobbing as the chain started swinging even harder with every thrust of his hips. He grabbed the rope harness around her chest with one hand and used it for leverage, slamming his hips against her, forcing her clit against the vibrator and tormenting her nipples with every thrust.

  “You need to give me at least two more, sweetheart,” he grunted. It sounded like his teeth were clenched, as if he struggled to hold back. “Two more good, hard orgasms, and then I’ll come and let you take those nipple clamps off.”

  The first one swept through her, amplified by the pain in her nipples. He pulled the Hitachi away for a moment but still continued fucking her. “Such a good girl. That was one. You only need one more, and then I’m going to fill your sweet pussy with my cum and we’ll go to bed and rest.”

  She moaned, knowing he was deliberately fucking her hard, rocking her, making the nipple clamps swing. She was about to beg him to use the Hitachi again when she heard it click on. She had barely enough time to suck in a breath before he pressed it against her clit.

  It felt like the world imploded. Now deep in subspace, she could have been there five minutes or five hours, she didn’t know.

  His voice broke through, amused. “I said you had to give me one more. I didn’t say how long it had to last.” He slowed down, chuckling as she moaned, realizing he wouldn’t end her torment as soon as she thought he might.

  He kept her squirming on it, fucking him, fucking it, her nipples aching and screaming as the weight on the chain kept swinging back and forth with every movement.

  “Who owns you, sweetheart?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “And who’s Daddy’s good girl?”

  “I’m Daddy’s good girl.”

  The vibrator shut off. He grabbed her hips
with his, pounding his cock into her and keeping the last vibrations of her orgasm echoing through her until, finally, he let out a groan and finally fell still.

  Silence filled the room, the only sounds the two of them catching their breath and her soft, plaintive gasps as the chain rocked.

  He patted her on the ass before withdrawing. Then he walked around the front of the chair and carefully removed the nipple clamps.

  He stroked her head. “Any regrets, sweetheart?”

  She nuzzled her face against his stomach. “No, Daddy. No regrets.”

  He removed the blindfold and tipped her chin up so he could look her in the eye. “You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy taking you firmly in hand in the bedroom, sweetheart.” He brushed the pad of his thumb across her lips and she opened, immediately sucking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She’d been a quick study. Anything that he put close to her lips, she opened and sucked it. His fingers, his cock, a vibrator—whatever.

  He smiled. “That’s my good girl.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  After getting their showers Tuesday morning, they headed out. She’d asked Bill to pick what he wanted her to wear, enjoying the mental downtime and wanting it to last as long as she could draw it out. He chose one of her sundresses, one that wasn’t short, but one she wouldn’t have necessarily chosen to wear.

  Tomorrow, they’d both have to go back to work. They would take their real honeymoon in a few weeks, a long, leisurely drive up to Boone, North Carolina, where Bill had rented them a house. They’d spend the first week exploring.

  Then maybe they’d get out of the house and actually do some sightseeing for the second week.

  Maybe.

  For now, he’d kept the day’s surprise a secret. All she knew was that first they’d eat breakfast out. After they finished that, he drove them to the mall.

  As he took her by the hand and led her past stores, she instinctively knew where they’d end up. When he walked her inside Build-A-Bear, she looked up at him.