"You find this amusing don't you?" he asks, his blue-green eyes glaring at me.
I bite my lip eying my handy work. "Totally..."
Dylan kneels in front of me, a cross-connecter linking the cuffs on his ankles and wrists. My eyes trail over his body, taking in the Japanese Clover Clamps attached nipples. Their pain levels are too much for me but Dylan has no problem with them, having a higher pain threshold than I.
"You look so hot on your knees, Big Daddy," I muse and Dylan grumbles under his breath before rolling his eyes.
The nipple clamps are joined by chains that link to the thick leather collar on his neck, which has 'BIG DICK BOY' bedazzled on the front.
When I saw that collar in the Adult Novelty store all those years ago, there was no way I wasn't going to buy it. Dylan hated it, still does but it was my fun time so he couldn't object.
Cheers to me for having a Dominant that has no problem letting me take the reins once in a while.
I lick my lips observing the Chasity belt around his waist, the metal rings wrapped around his hard, thick cock, slicked with pre-cum. This one isn't your regular Chasity belt, his tip was left to the pinch of the cool air while the rings focused on restraining his shaft and if I wished they could clamp tighter...
"I'm beginning to regret agreeing to this," Dylan mutters and I pout, flexing the slapper in my hand.
"But I haven't even started," I state circling him, loving both the front and back view.
My tatted, hunk of a Master on his knees, vulnerable to my wishes, I bet you're wondering how I pulled this off... Well, it all started with a dare.
***
"Come on, come on!" I yell as I press the buttons on the controller rapidly.
Cammy jumps overhead before spinning and kicking Ryu in the back. I make her advance kicking and punching him while he's down.
Dylan is beside me, elbows on his knees as he watches the match, fingers flying over the controller. I bit my lip watching the life monitor at the top. His character's life was halfway while mine was hanging by a thread.
Come on! Come on! No!
My expression falls and I yell in distraught as Ryu performs a special move knocking the hell out of Cammy. Dylan winning for the third time in a row.
"We are different but I respect your fighting spirit," Dylan imitates Ryu's winning quote while gloating at me and I grab the nearest thing to me which happens to be a cushion, chucking it at him.
He mutters something about me being a sore loser and I stick my tongue out at him, before dropping the controller in my lap and digging into my Jumbo size Doritos.
It's 11 o'clock in the night and here we are playing video games on his old Xbox. I found it in one of the nightstands' drawers while looking around when Dylan made a snack trip to the main house.
We had played Mortal Kombat X, Naruto and Dragon Ballz, successfully owning his ass in two of the mentioned. Now, we play Street Fighter with a truth and dare twist to make it steamy.
Losing one game meaning you have to tell a truth but losing three consecutively earned you dare. Dylan just won three consecutive games, meaning I have to do a dare.
"Ready for your dare, baby girl?" he smirks, that evil glint in his eyes and I roll my eyes knowingly before putting down my bags of Dorito, licking off my fingers.
"Bring it," I say untucking my legs from under me, Dylan's shirt falling to my thighs.
"I think you already know what I want," he says looking down at the boner that's straining against his underpants.

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DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)
Romance⚠️⚠️Mature content⚠️⚠️ 🌟🌟I do not own rights to images on the cover or the song lyrics in the book. All rights go to the photographers and writers. 🌟🌟 ⚠️⚠️ A two year affair with her mother's best friend's son leaves Indiana on the verge of brea...