Free Undone Dom by Lila Dubois Page A

complete control over her sexual being. He would take her to heights she could not imagine. If she trusted him.
    He eased her back against the cross, which reclined slightly. He clipped her cuffs into place with carabiners, then fastened the built-in straps over her arms at wrists and elbows. Another went over her waist. He helped her to step up onto the small pads at the end of each leg of the cross, footrests that kept her body weight off the straps. Next he attached straps around her upper thighs and ankles.
    “How do you feel?”
    “I can’t move.”
    “You’re bound securely.” He pressed his hand firmly to her belly, cupped her magnificent breasts. “I can do whatever I want with you.”
    She moaned a little at his words. Alton had forgotten how sexy it was to break a new slave, for whom the very mention of loss of power was a major event. He still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that she was an anal virgin. He’d had a few spanking virgins before, but anal virgins…
    He couldn’t wait to play with her ass.
    But that was for another day. Now he had to rebuild the momentum he’d lost, test her reaction to this level of bondage and loss of control. He played with her breasts until she stopped fidgeting in the straps and started lifting toward his touch.
    He moved to the side and reached for the pin that controlled the tilt of the X. He pulled it free, holding the X with his other hand. He tilted her back until she was nearly horizontal. He left her head raised a bit so she could see him, knowing she would need that sense of connection this early in her training.
    Next he stepped on a pedal, which raised the entire piece about a foot, bringing her body even with his waist.
    Through it all her eyes darted around, her breathing fast.
    “Tell me what you feel.”
    “This is a…machine.”
    “It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross, or a crux decussata , which means diagonal cross. Mine is more complex than most. It’s designed to give me total control and access to a slave.”
    “Why?”
    “Why would I want total control and access to my slave’s body?” He leaned over her, tracing her smooth skin. When his hand touched her cheek she turned her lips against his fingers, panting wetly against them, her arousal coming off her in waves. He let her kiss his hand before sliding it down her body, over her breasts.
    “Not…why.” She licked her lips, eyes unfocused. “I can’t think.” She looked away, took a moment to compose herself. “What…what do you use it for?”
    Alton hid his smile. She wanted to know what he was going to do with her. “You’re about to find out.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Alton left her to gather the things he’d need. The clock in the kitchen read 5:30 p.m.—he had less than an hour with her before he needed to let Slave Cheryl out of the sleeping quarters and either feed her or allow her to feed herself. He looked over his shoulder at Lulu, her soft red hair spilled over the black leather cross.
    He gathered what he wanted, setting the items and a few clean towels, as well as a bottle of water and straw, on a tray.
    She looked up as he approached, her big blue eyes pools of pretty anticipation.
    Setting the tray on the floor beside the base of the cross, he ran his hands over her, reminding her that he could and would touch her whenever he wanted. Her eyes closed for a moment as her breathing grew shallow. The faint line on her forehead smoothed out.
    He moved to her breasts, kneading the pale globes. Her skin was nearly translucent it was so fair. He could see the blue veins below her flesh, almost as if she’d been carved from pale marble. But she was not cold. She was warm.
    Pink nipples beaded as he worked her breasts. Alton took the left one in his mouth, the right between finger and thumb, rolling gently. She tasted clean and sweet, her skin soft and perfect in his mouth and under his fingers. Her breast rose against his nose and chin as she took a breath, exhaling it