by Ivy Nelson
“I’m surprised too, but we’re gearing up to travel for the first time as part of the campaign, so we ended the day a little early. I want the whole team well rested and ready to hit the ground running.” Darci nodded. It made sense.
“Though, considering the plans I have for you, I’m not sure how well rested either of us will be come Monday.” He winked and sent a surge of heat through her body. Her face flushed and her nipples tightened, and she wondered exactly what he had in mind. He didn’t elaborate though.
“Eat your dinner,” he said as he dug into his own plate of takeout.
Dinner conversation was mundane. They discussed their days at work and upcoming schedules. As she scooped the last bit of rice onto her fork—she never was adept at using chopsticks—Bradley’s expression changed as he took his last swallow of wine. He picked up her hand as she set her fork down. “I’ll clean up the dishes. You should go wait in the bedroom for me so we can finish what we started the other night.”
Shit, Darci thought. The other night he had punished her for ditching her security detail. He wasn’t planning to continue that, was he? She decided to be bold and ask. “You’re not still mad at me, are you?”
He thought for a moment. His hand caressed her cheek as he spoke. “Maybe a little. But if you’re asking if this is punishment then no. I would say we took care of that. Now, do as I asked, please. I’ll be along shortly.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, she rose from the living room floor and headed into the bedroom. Now that she knew she wasn’t being punished, excitement flooded her as she thought about what he might have planned for her.
The first thing she noticed, was that the bed was covered with a sheet. It made her even more curious about his plans. Large pillar candles she had never seen before were lit on the nightstands. The sounds of Bradley in the kitchen rinsing their dishes made their way into the bedroom, so she wasted no time stripping off her work clothes and taking her spot on the floor at the foot of his bed.
When he crossed the threshold of his room, he was carrying a soft cloth bag. The look of approval he gave her as he deposited the item on the bed sent a rush of pride through her.
Crossing the room, he lowered himself into a chair and observed her in silence for a moment before saying, “Come over here, pet.”
She clamored to her feet and walked the short distance to where he sat. When she started to sink to her knees at his feet, he pulled her into his lap instead. One hand slid down her back, sending swells of sensation through her entire body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He leaned up and drew one taut nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She groaned, and her head fell back. His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub. His other hand continued to stroke up and down her spine. He released her nipple and gave the other a quick pinch. She squeaked then giggled. He smiled fondly at her.
“I know I tied you to the bed the other night, which you enjoyed, but how much other experience do you have with rope?”
Darci shook her head. “Not a lot. My first dom, Peter, was really into it, but he saved most of his ropework for his wife, Carrie. Though there was one time when he tied us up together.”
She could tell he wanted to ask questions about her dynamic with the couple, but he didn’t. Instead he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “It’s a favorite of mine and I would like to play with it tonight.” Her eyes lit, and she nodded with enthusiasm. He chuckled. “I like how eager you are baby. So, you’ve never been suspended?”
Her eyes grew wide. “You can do that here?”
His hand gestured to the ceiling in the center of the room as he flashed a grin. “I own this apartment, it’s not a rental, so I installed a hard point there. I can assure you it’s safe and will support you while we play.” She had never noticed the recess in the ceiling before. Probably because they were usually occupied with... other things when they were in the bedroom.
She turned her head back to him. “How many others have you suspended?”
“Quite a few. Like I said, it’s one of my favorite types of play. We’ll start with something basic. It might be painful, but I promise to make it worth your while.”
“By that you mean I’ll get to come?” she asked trying not to sound too eager.
Bradley chuckled, but his eyes grew dark. “Ask me again, and I’ll make you wait longer.” Dipping his head, he bit her left nipple. The gentle bite sent sparks straight to her pussy and she squirmed, fighting the urge to grind against his lap.
“What do you say, baby? You want to try this?”
“Yes, please.”
He grinned. “Good girl. We’re going to make a mess, so why don’t you put your hair up.” He released her from his lap, and she hurried into the bathroom to pin her curls back. When she was satisfied that it wouldn’t get in the way, she came back into the bedroom. Bradley was laying bundles of rope out on the bed. He turned when he heard her enter and smiled. “So lovely,” he murmured as she made her way towards him.
When she got to him, he laid the last bundle of rope down and pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“I’m going to bind your arms behind your back, one resting on top of the other. The tie will form a chest harness. It’s meant to be tight, but if it’s too tight you have to tell me, OK?”
She nodded her agreement, and he turned her so that her back was to him. Gently, he brought her arms behind her back and rested them at the small of her back.
“Keep them like that,” he said, planting a kiss on her shoulder.
Then, he flicked a bundle of rope, and it unfurled behind him. He looped it around her wrists and began to tie. He moved the rope in expert fashion. It flew back and forth as he created tight lines of rope around her arms and chest. Soon, her arms were trapped, and she was very aware of her bare breasts as they were encased in rope. It was tight, but not so tight that she felt unsafe. He knew his way around rope.
“How does that feel?” he asked as he turned her to face him.
“Good,” she whispered. His eyes lit up.
“Some people can’t stay in this tie for very long, so if it gets uncomfortable tell me immediately and we’ll transition to something else.”
Next to the pile of rope, was a second sheet similar to the one covering the bed. He unfolded it and placed it on the floor beneath the hard point he had shown her and motioned for her to stand on it. He unfurled another piece of rope and attached it to the knot above her wrists. Then, he stood on a small stool and looped the other end through the ring that hung from the ceiling.
“I’m not going to lift you all the way off the ground tonight, just partially. We can work up to a full suspension.” His soft voice flowed over her as she relaxed into his ropes. The line from her back to the ceiling allowed her to relax without fear of falling. Soon, he was kneeling and looping another piece of rope around her thigh. His fingers danced over her skin causing her to shudder as he stood. With the free end, he lifted her leg off the ground. She felt like she was going to fall but he spoke in a slow soothing tone encouraging her to relax and remember that the rope wasn’t going to let her.
“You’re perfectly safe baby. Just relax.” Soon he had the rope around her thigh attached to the ceiling ring.
“How does that feel, pet?”
Darci smiled. “Good, Sir.”
He grinned. “Good girl, now let’s have some fun.” He crossed the short distance to where lit candles sat on the nightstand and picked one up. Approaching her, he blew out the candle. The pungent scent of smoke filled her nostrils as he held the candle high above her breast and tilted the white pillar. The warm liquid dripped over her right breast and coated her nipple causing her to gasp. It didn’t burn, it was a nice warm temperature.
He continued coating her breasts until the melted wax was depleted. Then he relit the candle with a lighter he had in his pocket and placed it back on the nightstand before picking up another. Soon, her breasts and belly were coated in the warm candle wax. It was so soothing.
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br /> As the wax continued to drip over her skin, she relaxed deeper and deeper into the rope and her role as his submissive. A few moments later, he extinguished the candles one final time and poured the final pool of wax. As it cooled and tightened on her skin, he stood in front of her caressing her cheek.
“I’m so proud of you gorgeous. Do you trust me?”
There was no hesitation as she nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”
Bradley produced a pocketknife from his jeans and flicked it open. Her eyes grew wide.
“Relax. Trust. Surrender,” he reminded her as he set the knife aside and untied her bindings. Once she was free, he helped her lay on the bed which was still covered in a protective sheet. Straddling her thighs, he picked up the knife again. Knives were not something she had ever experienced before. Her heart was pounding.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “I won’t even scratch you baby.” She took a deep breath and did as he asked.
As her eyes drifted shut, she tensed as the cool steel blade touched her shoulder. It soon moved from her shoulder to the wax that was built up at the top of her breasts. It only took a second to realize what he was doing.
The wax fell away as the knife slid across her body. As promised, it never even scratched her. After a few moments, she relaxed and soon enjoyed the sensation of the wax being removed from her chest and torso.
“Good girl. Almost done. You have to be very still for this next part,” he said.
A gasp left her as the blade rested just above her pubic bone, the last place wax had gathered.
“Still, baby. I don’t want to cut one of my favorite bits of you.” She could almost hear the grin she knew was on his face.
As the knife slid across her most sensitive area, her need returned with a vengeance. Darci had all but forgotten her desire for an orgasm as she focused on their exercise in trust, but the intense need was back now.
As the last bits of wax fell from her skin, she moaned. Would he make her come now? Instead of burying himself in her like she wanted, he instructed her to stand so he could fold up the sheet to keep wax from going everywhere. It was prudent, but she was growing impatient again.
Thankfully he was quick with his cleanup and was soon at her side. He fisted a hand into her hair and tugged gently, then he slid the other hand between her legs, and she groaned. This is what she had been waiting for.
“Hungry, pet?” he asked, as he flicked a finger across her engorged clit.
As the gentle flick sent shockwaves through her body, she managed to whimper a barely coherent, “yes, Sir,” and he growled in her ear.
Soon he had her on the brink of orgasm and for a moment she thought he was going to deny her again. Instead, he whispered the words she had been waiting to hear for two days.
“Come for me.”
Her knees buckled, but he held her steady as the orgasm ripped through her. As the last waves of pleasure rolled over her, he laid her back on the bed and shed his pants. In seconds, he was inside her slick opening. A loud groan came from his throat as he sank into her.
“Dear god woman, you don’t know how hard it’s been to stay out of your pretty little cunt.” His dirty words sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through her and soon she was riding high on another orgasm.
He slid in and out of her, his arms braced on the bed on either side of her.
“You’re such a good girl. Thank you for trusting me,” he whispered as he continued fucking her.
From the way he had tensed, she could tell he was nearing his own release. She dug her hands into his ass and urged him to fuck her harder.
A third orgasm ripped through her and a moment later he found his own pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck and shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
Rolling off her, he grinned. “Was it worth the wait baby?”
She blushed and nodded as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
On Monday, Bradley had to go out of town with the senator and would be gone several days. They had spent the weekend in complete Dominant/submissive roles and Darci’s body ached—in a good way. Now they stood in his living room, and Bradley kissed her tenderly before giving her instructions to listen to her security detail.
For some reason, Darci thought it was a good idea to salute him when he finished. Before she realized what was happening, his hand was around her waist, and she found herself flipped across his lap in the chair he had sat in. He was apparently still very much in dominant mode.
“Well pet, I was going to leave you with a kiss, but I guess I’ll have to leave you with a sore bottom instead,” he said as he tugged her pajama bottoms and panties down.
Sharp smacks rained down on her ass cheeks in quick succession. Darci squirmed, but he trapped her legs with his and continued the spanking. Several minutes later the sharp stinging swats stopped as abruptly as they had begun. He released her legs and shoved them apart with one foot as he gently caressed her stinging bottom.
His hand drifted between her thighs, and he hummed low in his throat. “Seems a sore bottom isn’t the only thing I’m leaving you with.” He teased her with his fingers for a few minutes before standing her up. “I’ve got to go, pet. No touching that pussy while I’m gone unless you call me and ask me first. Is that understood?”
When she nodded, a swift slap landed on her ass.
“Yes, Sir,” she yelped.
He grinned. “Much better.”
Standing, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m going to miss you.”
Resting her head on his shoulder, she drank in the comfort of his arms embracing her. Her ass was smarting from the spanking, but it was the ache between her thighs that was most notable.
“I’ll miss you too,” she whispered, wanting more than anything for him to take her into the bedroom and make love to her. But he was running late already, so they said their final goodbyes and Bradley was out the door.
It was still early, so Darci had some time before she had to be ready for work. Making her way back into the bedroom, she rubbed her sore bottom with a grin on her face. Back in bed, she picked up her phone to browse the morning headlines. It was then she noticed a text from Carrie.
Our plane lands at five. Where should we meet?
Shit. In all the excitement of the last couple of weeks, Darci had forgotten all about Peter and Carrie’s visit. She flipped over to her contacts screen and clicked Bradley’s name.
“Calling for permission to touch yourself already pet? I thought you would at least last a day,” he said after one ring.
She giggled. “No! I’m calling because I forgot to tell you something. Well, actually I just plain forgot something.”
“What is it, pet?”
“My friends Peter and Carrie are arriving in town today. Will security be OK with me going out to spend time with them? Peter used to manage the firm they work for.”
For a moment, the line was silent, and Darci was worried he was going to tell her she couldn’t go out. Finally, he spoke.
“I’m sure it will be fine, but I’ll talk to your detail and let them know to expect you to have company. I’m not going to tell you that you can’t go anywhere with them but please listen to your security. Your friends are welcome to spend as much time at the apartment with you as you like.”
Darci let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Bradley.”
“Excuse me?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she corrected with a grin.
“Good girl. I’ll call you when we get to New Hampshire, baby. I miss you already.”
After they said goodbye, she returned Carrie’s text and told her she would meet them at the airport with a car. It disappointed her that she couldn’t ride the metro right now. Hopping on the subway with Carrie to watch people together had always been a favorite pastime for her and Carrie. Security would have a cow if she tried to do that now.
She quickly showered and got ready, suddenly feelin
g excited about the day despite it being Monday. On the way to the office, she gave the security team Peter and Carrie’s flight info so they would be prepared to pick them up after work.
It had been just over a year since her friends left D.C. for a job on the west coast, and this would be their first trip back. It was going to be so good to see them again. They would be happy to know she was finding her way slowly back into a lifestyle they had all enjoyed together in the past.
The couple never judged her for taking a step back after Damion, but they always encouraged her to be true to herself. Thanks to Bradley she finally was. She hoped he would get home in time to meet them. They would only be in town for a week.
The day seemed to drag on forever. Bradley sent a text to say he made it to New Hampshire but would have to call her later. Finally, it was four-thirty and Darci shut down her computer and headed out to meet her security. By the time they got to the airport, it was five-fifteen. Carrie had already sent a text saying they were in baggage claim waiting for their luggage.
Darci and one of the goon squad made their way to the terminal. As soon as she spotted Carrie, she ran towards her squealing. Her friend always stood out in a crowd because she liked to dye her hair loud colors. Today, it was a rainbow of pinks and blues. You wouldn’t know from looking at her that Carrie was an investigative journalist. When she reached her, Darci hugged Carrie like her life depended on it. “It’s so good to see you.”
“You’re gonna break her, Kitten,” a deep voice said from behind her. Darci whipped around, and Peter wrapped her in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground.
“Oh, my goodness, I’m so glad you guys are here.”
“Miss Sanders, we should get you back to the car.” Carrie’s eyebrow raised as her bodyguard spoke.
“What’s with the goon squad babe?” she asked.
“Long story. You know some of it already, but I’ll fill you in on the details on the way home.”
The three made their way out of the airport just as the black town car pulled up. Darci let Carrie slide in first then climbed into the middle. Peter slipped in and shut the door. On the way to the hotel Peter indicated, Darci recounted the events that led to her having a security detail.
