Free Uncollared by Nona Raines

my toy drawer. All kinds of fun things in there.” He waggled his eyebrows mischievously. “I was a scout as a boy, Mia. I’m always prepared.”
    Huh. A naughty scout in the Den of Kink. Of course this entire scene had been choreographed, all planned out. Chess would leave nothing to chance—that’s the kind of man he was. The kind of Dom he was.
    “I like this toy—it’s something a little different.” He pressed it between Mia’s legs again. “Hold it,” he whispered. “Hold it tight between your thighs.”
    She pressed her thighs together, curling her pussy against the pulsating ball. Ah. So good. Mia squeezed her eyes closed, felt her mouth scrunch up—
    “Enough.” Abruptly he snatched the buzzing ball away and placed it on the end table. He tweaked her nipple to get her attention. “You didn’t answer my question, Ruffles. Have you ever used toys?”
    She bit her lip in shyness. “Well, I have a little pocket rocket, Sir.
    “Good. That’s very good.” He spoke as though he were proud of her, warmth in his eyes. “Nothing else?”
    “N-no.”
    “Well, we’ll take care of that. I have plenty of toys with your name written all over them, Ruffles.”
    Chess’s arm moved again. Mia tried to see what he was doing.
    “Look at my face, Ruffles. Only at my face.”
    Mia gazed into those storm-cloud eyes and gasped as Chess’s fingers slipped beneath her thong and something cool and hard probed her. She was already so slick that he easily slipped the object into her. It began to vibrate and pulse.
    “Good girl.” He patted her hip. “Stand up.”
    Mia obeyed. The object inside her thrummed and throbbed in an irregular rhythm. Sparks of excitement shot to her swollen clit and tingling nipples. She breathed in shallow pants, afraid if she breathed too deeply, she would topple over into orgasm.
    “It’s a bullet,” Chess explained. “Now remember, Ruffles, for this time you’ve agreed to, your body is mine, and your orgasms are mine. You’re not to come without my permission.”
    Oh God. “Yes, Sir.”
    “I didn’t press the point last night, since it’d been so long for you.” His mouth quirked. “See how softhearted I am?”
    In her effort not to come, Mia could hardly focus on his words.
    His smile disappeared, and he was deadly serious. “But now it’s a different ball game. Do you understand?”
    She dipped her head to indicate agreement, afraid to move too much. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice felt and sounded rusty.
    He pointed to the only article of clothing she still wore, her thong. “Take that off.”
    Mia slowly wriggled it down her legs, biting her lip as her movements intensified the bullet's sensations. At last she slipped it off and placed it into his outstretched hand. He fingered it for a moment and placed it on the end table.
    “I’m thirsty,” he announced. “I’d like you to pour me a glass of wine from the bar over there.” He gestured with his chin to the other side of the room. A bottle of white wine and a glass sat on the marble top of a small bar of dark wood.
    “Yes, Sir.” Just as she turned, Chess grasped her butt cheek and squeezed to get her attention.
    “One more thing.” He reached into the drawer beside him and pulled something else out. Something with strips of cloth and a blue rubbery thing.
    “Lift your foot,” he instructed. When Mia obeyed he slipped something over her left foot, then her right. She realized the strips of cloth were actually straps connected to a little blue butterfly. Chess slid the straps up her legs and adjusted them until the butterfly rested against her clit. It began to vibrate. Mia pressed her lips tight.
    He smacked her on the ass, but somehow it didn’t sting, although the loud crack startled Mia and sent her hustling. But the pulsing of the bullet inside her along with the vibrations of the butterfly soon distracted her from her purpose. Her legs trembled, and her vision grew hazy—the bar, though only a few feet