Pleasures a Crime Worth Committing

Chapter Twenty Nine: Cherrybomb

Opening the box, he revealed the much anticipated items inside.

Placing on the table a set of matte black nipple clamps, long chained handcuffs with a single key, anda long red strip of fabric, you felt yourself getting increasingly more excited. This fabric was some kind of cotton material. However, while inspecting the other items, you had noticed something on the ends of the nipple clamps.

Hooks.

The hook was small, facing upwards and had a small opening at the top for something.

"Where should we start?" Spencer said under his breath, eyes glued to the items as he grinned.

"Are you ask-" You quietly began to ask, at least before you felt Spencer's hands running through your scalp.

At first, it felt almost like he was giving you a massage, when suddenly, you felt him grip your hair, whipping your head back.

"I suggest you let me put this back for you." Spencer whispered, lips to your ear.

Hearing his feet making their way to the bathroom once again, you took in a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts and process what was going on.

Spencer brought long-chained handcuffs, nipple clamps with small hooks, and a long strip of fabric. All that not including your spontaneous grocery run earlier. What was this?

Spencer making his way back to the chair, you felt his fingers separating your hair into sections. While pulling back a loose hair from the front of your face, you saw on his wrist a bright red, silk scrunchie.

By the way your hair was being moved, you could tell he was braiding it. Nothing crazy, just your typical braid.

Finishing it off with that red scrunchie, he ran his finger tips through your hair one last time, just to collect all the loose baby hairs.

"You're all mine Y/N, ok? Tonight you will do what I ask. If you don't, I have plenty of ways I can punish you. Understand?" Spencer's voice low and quiet, almost as if he was trying not to wake anyone in the rooms around.

"Yes Sir." You lifted your head, looking up at him. He looked down at you for a split second, then returned to the desk. He knew his next move, you didn't.

Keeping your head forward, a few seconds later you saw in front of your face, Spencer's two hands holding that strip of fabric end to end.

"Brace yourself." He stated, just before you saw the strip of fabric moving towards your mouth.

He was going to...gag you? Not really "gag", but make you pretty much unable to speak.

He tied the fabric around your face, tightening it to ensure it wouldn't move.

you could hear Spencer removing his sweater vest, along with unbuttoning his light blue shirt behind you.

After approaching the door of your hotel room, he placed his vest in the coat closet, he then made his way to the middle of the room. His eyes inspecting your current state, he let out a small chuckle. You could move, but decided to keep your hands rested on the arms of the chair.

Oh how this made you that much more turned on. You could feel it. That wetness between your legs. The urge to scream at him to fuck you. He was tempting you. Testing your self control.

He remained there, watching your face, seeing the gears turning in your brain trying to figure out what his next move was.

Usually, one would tell the submissive beforehand what would be happening in the scene. For you though, you'd told Spencer that the mystery was another thing that turned you on. You trusted him, there wasn't much to worry about.