They ran through a large ring attached to the beam, then hung down his back.
She’d get to those loose ends in a few minutes.
With another pair of cuffs in hand, she bent and secured them around his ankles, repeating the entire procedure until his legs were chained to the bottom of the gallows.
“All tied up with nowhere to go. Safeword?”
“I don’t need one, Mistress.”
“When you play with me, you do.” She rose and faced him, smiling sweetly. “Trust me, you’ll need it.”
He sighed. “As you wish. Porcupine.”
Nodding her head in acknowledgement, Violet picked up the cock ring next, still smiling even though her heart was beginning to race at the thought of touching him. She knew every inch of his cock intimately—what he felt like sliding over her tongue, pushing into her pussy. How to trace the veins to make him groan, how to turn him from flaccid to semi-erect to hard.
Once, his cock had been her bible, her holy grail, her reason for breathing.
He knew how to destroy her with it.
Now, she would use her intimate knowledge to ruin him just as effectively.
Grasping his half-aroused shaft, she reached for the lube with her other hand and liberally coated him in liquid silk, carefully working the stainless steel ring down the length of him until it settled into position. He groaned as she squeezed him the way she’d learned a long time ago, adding just the right amount of pressure to force his cock to full hardness.
Yes, he was still was a magnificent beast.
Stepping back, she admired her handiwork with a critical eye. Just a few finishing touches and the beloved game he so dearly wanted to play could begin.
She set the lube aside and picked up the anal hook, running the slim, cool length of metal through her hands. “I remember the time you tried to put one of these in me. It didn’t go very well, did it?”
There was no fear, no alarm in his expression, just curiosity. “No, Bennie. It didn’t.”
“Well, at least you understand the process, so that simplifies things.” She tapped the large ball on the end against her palm. “How long has it been since something went up your ass, Boudreaux? All those needy, greedy little subs swarming around you like flies on a dead dog, there must have been one naughty boy who piqued your curiosity enough to let fuck you. After all, you proclaim to be a man of many diverse experiences.”
The fucker smirked. “Did you forget my rule, beignet? I, and only I, do the fucking.”
“Not today. This is going to be a real eye opener for you.” Laughing, she picked up the lube again and generously drowned the hook. “What was it you told me that night? Oh, yes. Breathe in, blow it out, and relax the muscles. It won’t hurt so much once it’s in.”
“It was good advice. You just didn’t listen to it.”
She’d been scared and excited, then freaked out by the cold metal ball trying to push inside her. It had felt huge, far too big, and she hadn’t been able to let the fear go despite several attempts to relax. “Well then, let us hope you’re smarter than I was and listen to your own damn advice. Bend over, Fontenot. Time to pay the piper.”
With artistic flair, he bent until his forehead was nearly touching her breasts as though bowing in deference. “Be gentle, Bennie. It’s my first time.”
She flicked him between the eyebrows, leaving a smear of lube. “Shut up and bend.”
When she stepped back and to the side, he completed the bow, setting his hands on his thighs to hold himself in position. The chains rattled through the ring above him; Violet reached out and caught them, securing the links through a hook on the side beam.
The rear view was just as nice as the front, she thought. He carried a little extra muscle across his shoulders and down his back than she remembered, but the ass every woman and a large percentage of men ogled when he walked past was still God’s greatest creation.
In Violet’s opinion, that ass was proof God was a woman.
The trick here was going to be making it through the scene with as little contact as possible. Normally, she liked to tease the skin, dragging her nails down before skimming her palms back up. Pain and pleasure, those fickle twins. She loved to feel a man’s skin twitch and shiver beneath her fingertips, his muscles jerking under the brush of her lips.
The years had taught her how to guard her heart, ignore her desires, and utilize her body as a multifunctional weapon designed to titillate and torture.
Humming under her breath, she moved behind him. That beautiful ass implored her to smooth her hand over the tight flank, spank it until the pale skin bloomed like a rose. Mark it with a flogger, a cane, a tawse until welts rose like a brand.
Instead, she pressed the ball of the anal hook to the top of his ass, pushing it down between his cheeks, using it as a divining rod to find the tight, untouched hole where it would rest for the next while.
