by Crimson Syn
He pointed to the middle of the mattress. “Kneel and hold your hands behind your back.”
I didn’t say a word, I just did what he asked. “His dark eyes lingered on my breasts as the pose that he placed me in had me arching my back. He licked his lips and I could almost feel his tongue grazing along one of the stiff nipples. My core clenched tight not really knowing what was going to happen, but excited nonetheless.
I watched as he went to the other side of the room and opened a black box he kept hidden on the side of the bed. My eyes widened as I stood there, arms raised, on my knees, and ready for anything as he lifted a silk threaded rope out of its confines. When he turned, he slowly threaded it between his fingers and smiled at me.
He strode over in that arrogant way of his and I was dying to see his abs ripple again. I was slowly giving him my control and he knew it, I could see it in the bulge of his pants. Carefully, he set the rope on the bed beside me and looked at me, a challenge in his eyes. Leisurely he undressed before me, all the while keeping me in this pose, letting me know I chose to stay there. He began by removing his navy-blue vest that fitted him so perfectly. Before he set it aside, he gently took out the red satin handkerchief he had tucked into the front pocket. He set it delicately right beside the rope, as if he were letting me know exactly what to expect, yet keeping me in the dark so that in actuality I knew nothing.
My eyes settled on his fingers which were taking their time opening each button of his crisp white shirt, a flash of tan skin had me nearly moaning. I wanted to reach out and yank the shirt open sending all those damn buttons flying, but I just knelt in the middle of the bed, arms above me, breasts exposed, resisting.
He slowly brought my arms down towards him and I tilted my head forward a little so I could inhale his scent. He knew exactly what I was doing and simply smiled down at me. Tenderly, he caressed my cheek and slowly his fingertips slip around my shoulders and along the length of my arms, positioning them in front of me, palms down.
“Hold them there for me.”
I watched silently as he lifted the silk rope and wrapped it around my wrists. My eyes couldn’t stop staring at his fingers as they intricately weaved the rope around my hands, wrapping it around and around, sensual movements that bound me in the most delicate spiderweb pattern. The roughness of the rope slid across my flesh and every so often his thumb would graze my wrist, making me blush as arousal ran through my body, his soft caresses and steady rhythmic breaths had me swaying toward him.
I don’t know how long it took him, but when he was done he simply gave me a warm smile that lit up his face. My eyelids fluttered as he reached up and pulled down on something. Looking up, I took in the array of hooks that were on a sort of pulley above me. The vision didn’t scare me, it only made me curious about it. Coming up to him, his body pressed to mine, he reached up and gingerly secured me to the hook above the bed.
His hands felt warm and powerful as they lifted my arms. A tingle shot through my body right down to my lower abdomen. My legs faltered for a second as he grazed his palm along my underarms and down my rib cage, slightly squeezing my bare flesh. My eyelids fluttered once again, and I was held suspended in this fog where only sensual sensations exist.
I hung there at his mercy, with no doubt in my mind that this is where I belonged. I felt helpless and exposed, and it felt good, liberating. His control over me was an almost oddly familiar feeling, the one thing I needed, the one thing I’d been missing in my life. Odd to say that, I know. Especially as I hung here, my body stretched above me, my breasts thrusted up, my thighs spread and on my knees. But this felt right, this felt like I was fully being taken care of.
Taking the long end of the rope, he passed it in front of my eyes, slowly sweeping his fingers across it. So delicate yet so strong. My eyes didn’t leave his hands as he entwined the rope around his muscled forearm. My fingers itched to run my hands across the soft hair that feathered his bronzed skin. His movements were entrancing as he encircled the rope round and around.
His voice was a soft, deep rumble that stroked the silence, awakening my senses. “I learned the art of Shibari a few years ago. I enjoyed the patterns that can be woven, how beautiful a woman looks when bound.”
I felt him reach up and slide the remaining rope down, looping it around my breast. I gasped as he pinched the nipple and it pebbled in his hand. That sexy smile of his returned as he looped the other breast, ducking down and taking the peak in between his lips. He pulled sweetly and released it with a loud pop as he wound the rope around my torso only to come back around and do the same. My pussy was drenching, my body swaying on the hook, writhing as he touched me.
“So sexy,” he murmured in my ear just before he nipped at it. I shuddered as his teeth grazed the rim of my earlobe. “It’s not about the sex though, is it Sabrina?” He said this while running his tongue up my neck while his rope was swept around my waist. “It’s about feeling cared for, protected, safe.” The words expressed everything I desired and yes, he made me feel safe.
His fingertips grazed my skin as he dragged the silk rope down my lower abdomen, I gasped as he slipped the rope along the crevice of my inner thighs, bringing it up and around my waist, only to do the same on the other end. I swayed back and forth, his soft touch was an elixir to my blood, heating it up instantly. The rope wrapped around me tightly, a sense of warmth emanated from it, from him. His arms reached out and wrapped around me, and I melted into his strength. His chest rubbing along my bare nipples, making me gasp as his lips grazed my cheek. I was sensitive and it felt so effortless to just let go.
Turning my head, I suddenly froze. A giant mirror leaned against the wall, our reflection in it made my breath hitch. His body was pressed against mine as he worked the knot behind my back, blindly his fingertips worked while his mouth ran down my neck. I hung there at his mercy, while he created intricate designs with the rope. Each sway made the silk rub along my thighs, creating sweet pressure everywhere. It was sexy, erotic. He was sexy. My sexy man.
I wanted to touch him, I yearned for it which made me whimper. His fingertips ran down my spine and I bowed back, my breasts thrusting forward and the sound of the chains above me rattled through the room.
He chuckled in my ear as his fingertips grazed my waistline and dipped lower. Squeezing the fleshy section of my ass and spanking me so hard, heat ignited, and I cried out wantonly.
“My perfect sexy slut,” he whispered in my ear and I nearly came undone.
My breaths became ragged, my body tingled all over. The pull of the rope was deliciously arousing. His strength was magnetic, pulling me into this sweet abyss. He stepped back to take a look at his work, admiration shining in the heat of his gaze.
“Lucian,” I breathed.
“Shhh,” he pressed a finger to my lips, hushing me as his free hand roamed along my dripping pouty lips below.
I hummed into him as he swept his thumb along my bottom lip, his fingers gently grazing me, making me feel elated from his touch. I was in a powerful fog, not knowing anything but pleasure.
“You’re mine, Princess,” his growl mixed with my moan as his fingers slid through my slit. My head fell back, and the softness of his hair rubbed my chin as he licked my nipples. I closed my eyes, filling myself with his scent, his touch. A pleasured delirium that had the chains rattling and my pussy trembling.
I wanted him, badly.
His fingers dipped into my core and that erotic massage ignited every cell in my body. Every shudder, every movement, only made the ropes slide and tighten along my flesh. The rope felt as if though it were his hands that were caressing every inch of me. He shifted, kneeling behind me, his breath on my neck as he worked my pussy.
“This, Princess. This is exactly what I need from you.”
I cried out as he flicked my clit with every word. Dirty, delicious words, that rocked my core and had me shaking while I hung there for him.
“Do you want to cum for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed
as I let my head lean back on his shoulders. Whimpering as his fingers left me, only to outline the ropes and tug on them as he came around to my breasts. I held my breath as he pinched the tips, slightly pulling on them, stretching them out until they were red and puffy.
“Yes, what?”
He bit down on my neck and I cried out again, only this time I gave him what he wanted.
“Yes, Sir!”
He dragged his fingers along my wet slit and groaned for me. “Good girl.”
His deliberate strokes, edging me, enticing me, making me tighten in eagerness. I began to hump at his hands, the rope along my pussy lips getting taught, pulling, swelling me up.
“Let go, Princess. Cum for me.”
His hoarse whisper, followed by the rapid flicks of my clit, made my body coil until I exploded, screaming in ecstasy. The orgasm was exquisite torture as he continued to pleasure me, to tease me. After a long while, I was still spasming from the outcome of my orgasms.
I was sensitive to his touch, jerking lightly as his fingers dragged along my body. He unhooked me and laid me on the bed. He took his time unwrapping me, the rope gliding along my skin, his fingers caressing me. His soothing voice ran through me and I shuddered.
When he was done, I stared at him as he finally removed all his clothes. His cock was at full attention, long and hard, but he ignored it. Instead, he crept onto the bed, dragged me up against his chest, and cradled me into his body. I felt loved and cared for like I never had before. His soft, sweet murmurs making me fall into a satisfied sleep.
10
Sabrina
My body hummed and my pussy throbbed as I dreamed of him. I moaned as his tongue lapped at my core, soothing the sting from the lashes of his flogger. God, he was delicious. It felt so real…so real.
My eyes shot open and I cried out as I felt his lips wrap around my clit and suckle on me. My legs parted, and my hips lifted as his mouth remained glued to my core, his tongue dancing along my lips and flicking my clit ever so often. His deep rumbled groan felt so damn good against my pussy.
“Oh my God!” I cried out as images of the night before ran through my head.
Looking down I met his heated gaze. Those dark eyes telling me exactly what he wanted to do to me. His tongue demanding it of me.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he growled, flattening his tongue along the folds and starting an upward movement that literally drove me crazy, bringing me instantly to the edge. And then the fucker stopped.
I looked up at him, and the smug look of satisfaction on his face made me furious. “Bastard!” I reached up to him, and he chuckled, flipping us over so that I was on top of him. I moaned as his hard, heavy cock slid across my pussy. Wiggling my hips, I managed to capture him between my lips. Incoherence took over as I started to hump my hips along his length.
“That’s my perfect, slut. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling so dirty as I slid my pussy on him.
“My Princess is such a dirty girl. Keeping that cunny all wet for me.”
“Oh my God,” I barely let out the moan as he shifted.
“Use it!” He demanded, and I leaned forward and grabbed the base of his cock.
He shoved his hands through my hair and forced my head inches away from his. His eyes staring into mine. “Watch me as you sit on it.”
I gasped and grunted as I slid his cock up against my entrance. Slowly I began to slide myself down his thick length. His eyes glazed over, our breaths mingled, and the intensity of his need shown through. He shifted again, his feet propped up on the mattress, and then his hips slid up, filling me up in an instant.
I cried out, but he didn’t let go of my head. Keeping my eyes on him as his hips rocked up, his cock sliding in and out of me in such torturous moves. I wanted more, harder, faster, but I didn’t dare ask. Because his cock kept hitting this delicious spot inside of me, it kept rubbing me and keeping me in this hot intense feeling of edging that I did not want to give up.
He must have known, because he smiled up at me, caressing my cheeks. “You like the feel of my cock, Princess.”
“I shook my head, purposely denying him. He chuckled. “Liar. You can barely speak it’s so good.”
He yanked me forward so my body fell forward, aligning along his. He spread his legs and his hips lifted, driving his thrusts into a powerful surge. I moaned in pleasure as he gave me what I wanted.
“I can feel how much you like me inside of you. Your pussy pulses and tightens so sweetly around my cock, Princess. Fuck, it needs my cream, doesn’t it?”
“Oh my God, that’s so dirty.” I took sharp inhales as his cock dragged in and out of me.
“But you like being dirty, don’t you? My beautiful dirty slut.”
I shivered at the word. I could have never imagined just how hot and sexy that word would come from this man. He was addictive, powerful, and in that moment, I wanted to be his slut. I wanted to be his everything.
“Yesss,”’ I purred against his lips and he finally released me.
I couldn’t help myself, and leaning up on his chest, I rode him. I became what he wanted, his perfect slut. Crying out at every thrust, allowing his dirty words to envelope me, to draw me into his dark dirty world. There were no other words for this, I fucked him, and he let me.
“Cream on my cock, baby. You know you want to. I want to feel that pussy clench down hard.”
I yelled out as my body reacted to his deep hoarse growl. His hips driving up, his balls slapping against my ass as we fucked. And my body suddenly stopped, held still as he continued to drive himself into me. And the sound of his groan as I came on him, that sound that signaled I had done my part, gave me a deep satisfaction that ran through me as I felt his hot load stream into me.
We lay there for a long time. Hands lingering, fingertips touching, soft sighs of contentment. I could have stayed there forever in that peaceful bubble we created.
After a log while, he broke the silence. “Didn’t you come here to tell me something?”
I looked up at him and frowned. “Yes. But someone distracted me.”
He leaned towards me and bit my shoulder. “Because it was so hard to distract you.”
I shoved him back into the pillows and leaned on his chest. “What I’m going to tell you is really important. I tried telling my Father, but he didn’t listen. I need you to listen, because I have nowhere else to go.
His brow furrowed, and he slowly dragged himself up and sat, waiting for me to start. “Tell me.”
I curled up into him and the feel of his hand running along my back, was soothing and comforting. “I received a threat, a while back.”
I expected him to react, but he remained silent. His hand stopped moving for a moment, and then it continued its path down my body.
“They wanted me to spy on you. They said if I didn’t they’d go after everyone I loved.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
He dragged me up and cradled my face. “You should have.”
I shook my head. “There was no way I was going to do that to you.”
“But now you put yourself in danger.”
“I was always in danger. I’m Joseph Montgomery’s daughter. I’m the one with all the information.”
He let go of me and slumped back into the pillows. Realization clearly hitting him. “I never thought of it that way.”
“The blueprints come through my desk too, you know. So that they can be approved by you. My Father never really cared about those details, he just wanted me to go through ever mean to get you to sign.”
“So, you have access…”
“To everything,” I finished his sentence.
We stared at one another for a long moment. And then he spoke. “And you never betrayed me.”
I shook my head. “You’re Father, will all his defects, he taught me well. He also protected me on several occasions from my father’s wraith. And he gave me the title and the po
sition I currently hold. I earned his respect, and he gave me Ravenhead.”
Lucian stared back at me, an incredulous look on his face. “Ravenhead?”
“What does my father always say, the devil’s in the details? Nothing is ever what is seems. Twenty-five percent of Ravenhead is mine, Lucian.”
“Why wasn’t I ever told this?”
“I don’t know.”
“I was made to believe I was the sole owner. Does your father know about this?”
I shook my head. “A letter came to me after your father passed. He changed the will at the last minute, told me to take care of you, told me to support you.”
He slid to the edge of the bed and just sat there, his head in his hands. I slowly made my way to him, and wrapped my hands around his shoulders, my breasts leaning against his broad back.
“I’ll always support you, Lucian. Always.”
He turned to me and I gasped as he grabbed me by the nape of the neck and tugged me towards his face. “I will always, protect you.”
His words were genuine as his mouth slammed down on mine, possessive, greedy, and I felt the need in him to show me just how grateful and sorry he was to me. He now knew the truth. No words were needed, I could feel him in me, and that was enough.
11
Sabrina
My father was seated at his desk when I walked in, Lucian by my side looking sharp and elegant in his black double-breasted suit. He was every bit the President and CEO of Ravenhead. Best thing about it was that I knew exactly what lay beneath that expensively tailored suit. Underneath it was all sinewy muscles that flexed and tensed and moved swiftly beneath the touch of my hands. The thought made my cheeks flush and my loins ache. After making love to me this morning he had finally conceded to coming to the Manhattan offices with me, and I had finally given my father what he wanted. A much awaited meeting with Lucian Steele.
“Ahhh, Lucian. It’s good to see you, son.”
