by Tori Carson
There were so many things they needed to talk about. She still had questions about his actions with Stella, but none of it mattered as much as fulfilling a few fantasies.
“I want you,” Sean murmured against the underside of her breast.
Her nipple pebbled, aching for his touch. “I’m all yours.” Michelle wanted this moment with him before reality intruded.
“Hmm, not yet, but a man can hope. I want to learn your every secret and know exactly how to please you.”
He lay over top of her, his weight exquisite and sheltering. She felt safe with Sean and her body reacted to him in every way. His voice alone could weaken her knees. The breath rushed from her body as his lips skimmed down her neck.
“You’re so sexy and responsive.” His hands glided down her arms and linked with hers. Sean brought them above her head. “Yesterday, I wanted so much to see the rope wrap around your bare skin. You have such perfect skin, so soft. Leave your hands there for me. I need to touch you.”
Michelle closed her eyes and remembered how it felt to be restrained to the cross. “I was so excited. It was embarrassing.”
“It was intimate and hot. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. Every time I’m with you, I’m hard.” He laughed. “Yesterday I wore jeans to a party night because I knew my leathers would strangle my cock with you around.” Sean moved down her body, kissing every curve and hollow.
“I’m sure it had nothing to do with the mostly naked women swarming around you and was caused by me alone.” She giggled. “Your eyes should be brown, Sean, ‘cuz you’re full of bull…” She couldn’t stay still. Sean’s hands and lips were making her wet and needy.
He pinched her nipple. “My eyes are blue, silly girl, and I’m speaking the truth. You keep accusing me of lying and I’m going to pinken that perfect ass of yours.”
Michelle moaned and rocked her hips into him. She was curious what his strong hands would feel like striking her butt. Was there something too all those stories she’d read about? If she had the courage with Sean, she could explore those fantasies and more.
When Sean took her nipple into his mouth, she held his head to her and arched her back as his tongue stroked and teased her senseless.
“Now you did it. You disobeyed me.” His voice was more of a purr, soft and seductive. The tone he used set her clit throbbing.
“I can’t help it. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Do I need to restrain you, subbie? You know I want to see my rope wrapped around you, binding you to me. Completely at my mercy.”
Breathing hard and her heart pounding, Michelle was sinking into a submissive mindset. He couldn’t say things like that without her melting. “Yes,” she whispered, needing to feel his hands and the pull of the rope along her skin.
“Do you trust me, Michelle, to secure the rope?” He stretched her arm toward the corner of the bed. He wrapped his hands around both her wrists and held her tight. “You won’t be able to pull free this time. It’s dangerous. I could do anything I wanted to you.”
She opened her eyes and met his steady gaze. He was warning her, just as he had the first time, wanting her to take this seriously and understand the risk. “Will you untie me if I ask you to?”
“Yes, but you have to trust that I’m telling you the truth. Once you’re restrained, you’ll be at my mercy. Think about that while I get the rope.”
Sean gave her a hot, wet kiss that had her gasping for breath once he pulled away. As his body left hers, she felt adrift, alone, even though she could see him in the closet. The anticipation had her heart beating faster. A hint of fear was skirting along the edges of her mind. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and it only made her crave him more.
When he came back to the bed, he tossed a large gym bag on the floor within reach. What all did he have in there? What did he have planned for her? She wasn’t experienced enough with Dominance and submission to have any real idea.
With several bundles of black rope in his hand, he sat on the edge of the bed. Resting his left foot on the side rail, his right forearm was on his knee closest to her as he laid the rope on her torso.
“So Michelle. I’ll ask you again. Do you trust me?”
He was making this scary on purpose. Fear nudged closer. Why was he doing this? He drew a finger down the side of her face and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She automatically leaned into his hand, wanting, needing his touch. “You’re scaring me.”
“Is it fear or anticipation? Or perhaps a bit of both? They’re important tools in a Dom’s arsenal. Do you have a safeword, Michelle? A word you’ll remember if our play gets too intense?”
She shook her head.
“Remember to talk to me, Michelle. I need you to use your voice for me every time.” Sean picked up one of the rope bundles and ran it through his hands. He doubled it and pulled it taut. The snapping sound made her jump. “Think about it.”
Sean pushed the rope piles further down her body. The weight felt so good. He traced the rope around her boobs and across her nipples. The sliding of the ropes along her skin felt erotic and naughty. Michelle closed her eyes and gave in to the feeling as Sean picked up her left arm and massaged her palm while he ran the strands across her stomach and began wrapping them around her wrist. He worked slowly, gliding the rope along her body with each pass he made.
As he pulled the jute through the loop and wraps he’d made along her forearm, the vibrations ran down her torso, hardening her nipples until they begged for his attention.
“Look at the strands along your skin. So beautiful.” He put his finger through the circle at the end of the rope near her wrist. “I like this tie. The wide cuff makes it easy to wear for extended periods. I could keep you tied to my bed all day without any worry that the rope would harm you.”
Her mind went on a journey all its own at the idea of being at his mercy for an entire day. Her breathing had shallowed and a fog swirling around in her head was making it hard to think.
“Give me your other hand.” He set her bound arm on the bed stretching toward the nightstand. “A safeword is the only way to stop our play. Telling me no or stop won’t do it, but if you say your safeword, I will stop and untie you immediately. Do you understand, Michelle?”
“Mmhmm,” she managed to answer out loud. Sort of. She hoped that was enough.
“Do you trust me to stop, Michelle…trust me to keep you safe?” He skimmed the strands over her neck as he drew the rope toward her right arm.
She moaned and squirmed at the exquisite feeling. Again, each movement he made was slow and drawn-out, causing her entire focus to be on the ropes and the sensations he was sending through her body. It was more than just sexual. Her heart rate had slowed and she felt a calmness descend over her. Sweet submission, blissful surrender.
She heard his question but he sounded far away. She whispered, “Yes.” Or she thought she had.
Sean tipped her chin up. “Look at me.” He sounded so stern that she rallied to followed his command. “Oh, Michelle, baby. You’re killing me.” He cupped her neck in his palm and kissed her soundly. “Your eyes are glazing. You definitely love rope play. I can’t wait to put you in a full harness and watch you fly for me.” He massaged her neck. “Talk to me, baby. Did you think of a safeword or do you want to use red?”
She nodded. “Seafood.” The more he talked to her, the easier it was to focus on him. The tunnel she’d drifted down didn’t seem as long as it had only a moment ago. Now that her arms were tied and the vibrations and slide of the rope had stopped, her brain was beginning to function again.
A smile softened his features as he stroked his thumb across her cheek.
“Got it. Seafood. I hope you never need to use it but I promise to remember and respect it.” He gave her a light kiss on the lips before he stood and quickly tied another piece around the corner post of his bed.
Her arm was slightly elevated and the sway of the rope sent a shiver through her. She wrapped h
er hand around the rope and held on. She had no idea what he had in mind, but she willingly put herself into his hands.
“Is that too tight?”
“No.” He’d run his finger between her and the rope. It was secure, but not pinching.
Sean leaned in and kissed her before he stood and walked around to the other side of his huge bed. “This time Steven won’t rescue you. This time, I have you all to myself and I’m going to bury my cock balls-deep inside your pussy while I make hot, passionate love to you.”
Sean pulled another piece of rope from her torso and wrapped it around the other corner post. He kept his movements quick and minimized the rope’s travel. Once her arms were restrained, he sat down on the bed. “This is a view I want to see over and over again. You’re so beautiful, Michelle. Thank you for trusting me.”
His words and the look in his eyes made her wonder if maybe love was something more than lust on steroids.
Running his hand down the center of her chest, he lightly caressed the sides of her breasts. “Trust should never be given lightly, Michelle. You’re a very cautious woman, as you should be, and yet you let me restrain you. Whether you want to admit it or not, you feel the same pull toward me that I do for you. Otherwise you would never have put yourself in such a vulnerable position.”
He was right. She overthought everything down to which toilet paper was better for the environment. There was a strange, undeniable attraction between them that she prayed wouldn’t end in heartbreak.
“Close your eyes for me. I know you’re afraid to be blindfolded and I don’t intend to break your trust, but I do want you to focus on what you’re feeling, on each individual sensation. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes. I’ll try.”
“Good girl. You have a gorgeous body, Michelle.” He ran his finger along her bottom lip. “Last night, I dreamed about this talented mouth of yours. Your gift to me yesterday was unexpected and fucking hot. You stole my control.”
She almost opened her eyes and only remembered at the last second to keep them closed. “I want to do it again. And often.”
“There’s something else I’d like to see here sometime.” His finger teased her lip. “Do you know what that would be?” His voice was smooth and seductive. She could listen to him for all time. As he talked to her, he lightly skimmed his hands over her skin, lighting her nerve endings on fire.
“No.” Several ideas came to mind, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak any of them aloud.
“Have you read about a ball gag?” He drew his finger across the path the straps would take.
Michelle nodded. “Yes. Different kinds.” She shook her head. “Scary.”
“Controlling,” he corrected. “Imagine if you couldn’t scream, couldn’t speak your safeword and had to rely on a gesture. Think about the trust you’d have to have for your Dom.” Sean leaned down and kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue, a teasing dance that left them both needing more. “I want your trust, Michelle.”
Sean rested his hand along her throat and stroked her jaw with his thumb, slow and easy. “Are you curious, Michelle? Do you wonder what the feel of the straps pulling along your cheeks would feel like?”
She nodded. “Yes.” She was curious but afraid. Michelle felt him straighten something along the edge of her neck and chest and remembered the collar he’d bought for her. She hadn’t noticed the weight of it until then. It felt natural to have it on.
As his hands moved down to her breasts, the air rushed from her lungs. His light caresses had her body alive and aching. “Sean…please.”
“Sshh, just feel, Michelle. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” Sean cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples gently at first, then gradually increased the pressure.
Opening her mouth, she panted for air and moaned. As he continued, the pressure turned to little bites of pain. She rocked her hips as heat flooded her pussy. She’d read pain could increase the pleasure, but had never really believed it until now.
While his hands moved down to her ribs, his mouth replaced his fingers. His tongue laved her aching nipple with liquid heat.
“Sean, please.” She shook her head.
He scraped his teeth along her nipple. “If you want me to stop, just say your safeword.” His warm breath caused her to shiver.
“No. More. Please, more.” He couldn’t stop. She’d die or at the very least she’d burst into tears.
“Michelle, you’re killing me, baby. I’m hanging on by my fingertips here.” He laid a light kiss across her lips. “Lay perfectly still and don’t make a sound unless it’s to answer a question or say your safeword. You can do this for me.” With his left hand, he nudged her legs further apart.
She couldn’t. Didn’t he know she was trying? When his hand brushed against her clit, she whimpered.
“Good girl. Let me spend some time making you happy.” His hand lightly brushed her thighs and circled her clit without giving it the attention she wanted.
Happy? She wasn’t happy. She was being tortured with the pleasure he was giving her. A tear trickled down her face. Her body was on fire and more alive than ever before. When Sean’s finger slid along her pussy then plunged inside, she screamed. Without thinking, she tried to cover her mouth. The ropes tugged her wrists, reminding her she was truly bound and at his mercy. She couldn’t take any more.
“Please, Sean, I’m begging you. Make love to me.”
“Believe me, Michelle, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Every touch is me loving you.” He pushed a second finger inside her pussy. “You’re so hot and wet, honey.”
“Yes. I need you inside me. Don’t make me wait.” His mouth continued to shower her breasts with kisses and bites. She was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t do something soon. Her clit throbbed and more tears trailed down her face.
“You’re disobeying me. I told you not to move, not to make a sound. You need to learn control, subbie.” His voice was lower than normal and unyielding, nothing like his normal purring tone.
Her breathing quickened. What was he going to do? Would he punish her? At the idea, her pussy clenched.
“You told me you’ve never been spanked. I had so hoped your first swats would be erotic, not a discipline.” His voice was full of regret.
Michelle didn’t like disappointing him. She wanted to say she was sorry, that she’d try harder, but he’d told her not to speak, not to make a sound. When she felt rope circling her thigh, she wanted so badly to just enjoy the feeling and let it take her away. Knowing she’d never be quiet, she renewed her efforts to focus and stay silent and still.
“I’m going to paddle your ass to help remind you to follow my instructions. If you’re quiet and take your discipline like a good girl, I’ll fuck you afterward.”
She nodded. Yes, do it. Anything. Just put out the fire burning between her legs. The ropes winding around each of her thighs sent the flames scorching her clit.
“This isn’t the easiest position to hold and I’ll get you out of it as soon as your paddling is over.”
He drew her thigh toward her arms and secured the knot. The stretch along her free leg was too intense. She curled her back and brought it upward as well. Damn, she wanted so badly to open her eyes, but she refused to disobey him again. Not because she feared his punishment—she didn’t believe for a minute that he would really hurt her. She just didn’t want to disappoint him again.
He quickly secured her other thigh. “This will hurt, Michelle. Since this is your first time, we’ll stop at two as long as you stay silent and still. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He had to get it over with. She’d never been so exposed in her life. If he didn’t get on with it she’d die from embarrassment.
The first swat rang loudly in her ears. Oh God, it hurt. She couldn’t stop the intake of air as she fought to breathe through it.
“Good girl, Michelle. I’m proud of you.” His hand massaged her stinging cheeks.
As the pain turned to a delicious heat, she bit her tongue to keep from letting out a sigh. Michelle reveled in the feeling. His hands were strong and she loved them touching her. Once his hand moved away, she knew another swat was coming and tensed.
“Don’t do that, baby. Just relax. The tighter your muscles, the worse it hurts.”
She noticed his voice had returned to the smooth purring. They were a team getting through this together. It didn’t matter that he was the one delivering the blows. The instant Michelle forced herself to relax, Sean swatted her the final time. She heard the paddle clatter on the wood floor. His hands quickly turned the pain to pleasure.
Sean kneeled on the bed and leaned in giving her legs support while he untied them. Once she was freed, he slid two fingers into her pussy. “So perfect, Michelle.”
She heard foil tearing and then his cock was at her entrance.
“I’m wearing a condom this time, Michelle, but soon we need to work it out so that I can be in here without one. I don’t want anything between us.”
Slowly he pushed inside her and slow was the last thing she wanted. She tried to rock her hips forward to take more of him. His hands wrapped around her hips, holding her still. “You’re so tight, Michelle. We need to go slow. It’s killing me too, but I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want you sore either. I want to be here often.”
He slid in a bit farther. “Almost there, baby. Thank you for following my orders and staying quiet during your discipline. You pleased me very much. Now I want to hear you. Let me know what you’re feeling.”
“More,” she moaned. He fit her perfectly, so full, so hot and thick.
“Greedy. I feel the same way, baby.” He began rocking in and out of her channel.
Arousal had never felt like this—all-consuming, a fire burning out of control. Each stroke took her higher and her clit throbbed.
“Look at me, baby. Open your eyes. You’re so hot, Michelle. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Tears wet her eyelashes. She’d never cried from too much pleasure before. If they made this work, she knew it wouldn’t be the last time she did so.
