Free Use Me [Dungeon Masters 5] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) by Cara Adams

head down, feet shoulder-width apart.”
    She was smart. She noticed the changes in his directions but she didn’t say anything, just unbelted the trench coat and dropped it where she stood. Underneath she wasn’t naked, but she might as well have been. The miniscule bra and even smaller thong she was wearing matched her red stilettos. What surprised him though, was the way she stood on one leg and lifted the other leg up high to unbuckle her shoe. He’d have expected her to bend over, or to lean against the wall, but she did neither. She did turn her back when she removed her bra and thong though. Neither he nor Raff got to see her naked breasts and cunt as she walked across to the middle of the room as instructed.
    Well damn. She’d outwitted him in the end anyway! What a woman. His woman.

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    Violet did her best to wait patiently in the center of the dungeon. It wouldn’t particularly surprise her if Darcy made her wait longer than ever just because she’d complained. But in a way she supposed he was right. Her grandpop had told her a million times that life was all about the journey, not the ending, and she knew he was right. But damn, it was hard to wait for something she wanted now and knew was coming.
    Darcy came and stood in front of her but she knew better than to look up until he told her she could.
    “The scene begins now, sub. You may not speak except to answer a direct question or to call your safe word. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “If you use your safe word the scene will end immediately and not resume. Do you understand?”
    Of course she understood. She wasn’t stupid. But perhaps he just wanted to be absolutely certain. Something to do with his duty of care. “Yes, Master.” She let a hint of a groan enter her voice, though, to show the question wasn’t needed.
    He walked to the side of the dungeon and picked up a metal pole. “Come here.”
    Intrigued she stood where he said. He nudged her feet wider apart with his booted foot, and then kneeled down.
    Aha. It’s a spreader bar. Sure enough he buckled her ankles, one at each end of it, forcing her legs to remain wide apart.
    Then he took her hair, holding it in one hand while he made it into a high ponytail. Now she was totally confused. Her hair wasn’t long. It wouldn’t get in the way of whatever he planned to do, so why put it in a ponytail? She remained still, and watched without moving her head as he pulled a wire down from the ceiling of the dungeon. Then she could feel as his fingers attached the wire to the elastic band he’d tied around her hair.
    “Wait there, sub,” he said and stepped backward out of her vision.
    She didn’t move much. In fact she was hardly aware she’d moved at all, but the wire tugged on her hair. Startled, she tipped her head backward to look at it more clearly and now it yanked hard on her hair.
    Hot damn! The wire was fixed somehow. Even though Darcy had pulled it down from the roof it didn’t have any more give in it and whenever she moved her head it tugged on her hair. So now she had a choice. Stand completely still or risk her hair being pulled out by the roots. Fucking hell. That was a nasty trick to play on her. And she just knew he’d make her wait until she was ready to scream with impatience.
    Darcy did leave her standing there for a while, but it wasn’t as long as she’d feared he might make her wait. She was forced to move her body just fractionally, enough so her hair felt tangled by the wire, not so much it was really pulled hard. Violet wished she could ease her legs, maybe lift her feet up from the ground a little to relax some of her muscles, but with the spreader bar that wasn’t possible of course.
    Then Raff was standing in front of her, holding the flogger she’d seen last time. The one that had a dildo instead of a handle. He held the flogger where she could watch his hands without lifting her head up completely, and then he stroked the handle,