The waistband was a two-inch-wide piece of thin metal, backed by black leather with an adjustable closure on one side. Descending from the front was a second piece of metal that curved to the shape of a woman’s body. The sides were straight except for a flared portion that would provide full coverage of the p*ssy
. In the back, the strip of metal narrowed until it ended in two chains, which connected the crotch piece to the waist.
“It’s a chastity belt, Master James.”
He rose to his feet, the belt dangling casually from one hand. His big body crowded Beth, his bare chest brushing her nipples, his face so close to her that she could see the color variations in his irises.
“Do you want me to f*ck
you?”
“Yes, Master James.”
He curled a hand in her hair, pulling her head back. “Do you want my cock in you?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice trembled. “Yes.”
“Can you imagine it? My rock hard cock in you, my hands holding you down as I f*ck
you?”
Beth sucked in air, her nipples brushing against him as her whole body throbbed with need.
“Yes, Master James. I can imagine it. I want it.” Her eyes fluttered closed.
“How much?”
“More than anything.” The sounds of voices from others in the courtyard had died down, as if everyone was staying quiet in order to hear what she and Master James said.
“Well then.” His lips feathered against her cheek. “Too bad you’re not going to get it.”
Beth’s eyes snapped open and bright anger filled her. Her muscles tensed with the need to attack him, to push him down and rip open his pants and sink onto his cock.
The hand in her hair tightened, until her scalp tingled with pain. “Look at me.”
Beth met his gaze, anger hot in her eyes, her hands, still behind her neck, curled into fists.
There was heat in his gaze, but it wasn’t anger, it was arousal.
“f*ck
me,” she demanded. “f*ck
me now.” All thoughts of rules and submission were gone. She needed him and she would do whatever it took to get what her body craved.
“No.”
James pulled her hard against his body, lips lowering to hers in a punishing kiss. Beth grabbed his upper arms, nails digging into him as they battled for control through the kiss. Metal clattered as the chastity belt fell to the tile, his free hand grabbing her naked ass, grinding her pelvis against his cock.
Teeth nipped, tongues dueled, and breath mingled as the kiss went on. Beth’s hands slid up to his shoulders as she lifted onto her toes, pressing herself more fully against him. James continued to kiss her, pausing only long enough to change the angle of his mouth.
As the kiss went on, Beth’s grip on his shoulders loosened, her hands no longer curled in anger and demand. Her head tipped back, yielding to the pressure of his kiss, and her lips parted, giving him unequivocal access to her mouth.
The urge to fight him, to take control and get what she wanted at any cost faded, subsided under the need to yield, to give in and relinquish control, even at the expense of gratification.
They were both panting when Master James ended the kiss.
Beth’s forehead dropped to rest on his collarbone. The fingers in her hair massaged her scalp, easing the residual sting.
When he stepped back, she kept her head submissively lowered—not out of fear, or for the sake of an arbitrary rule, but because he’d proven to her that he was in command.
Perched on the edge of the chair, he picked up the chastity belt, unfastening all the pieces before slipping the waistband around her middle. Once he sized it to her, he locked it in place, looping the chain dangling from the key over his neck so the small piece of cut metal glittered against his chest.
Reattaching the crotch piece to the front of the belt, he adjusted it until the widest part was pressed over her p*ssy
, sealing it away from any hope of stimulation or penetration. At his command she turned, and he pulled the chains at the back snug. They were positioned to sit firmly in the crease of the buttocks, while also separating the cheeks slightly as the chains rose and attached to rings near the sides of the belt.
When the chastity belt was in place Beth shuddered, a final note of surrender.
Master James tugged at various places, making sure it was tight enough to make her aware of her bondage, but not so tight as to be painful.
“Go get the cushion.” His voice was dark and rough. “I want you on your knees.”
*****
If he didn’t get his cock in her mouth within the next minute, James was going to lose his mind.
Beth’s steps were tentative as she walked with the chastity belt pressed tight against her p*ssy
. Seeing the fire of her need, a fire that burned so hot it melted all thoughts of being a good rule-following sub, was incredibly sexy, but nothing compared to the way it felt to have her yield to him in a kiss.
That was true submission—to be driven to the point of near madness with desire and still yield control. It was easy to be submissive when the base need to f*ck
wasn’t consuming. Only a true submissive would submit when every instinct screamed for her to take control and find satisfaction.