Little Book of Fantasies

by Miranda Heart

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  Chapter Three

  The moment ended swiftly, and he stood once again. “Would you like to guess, or would you like me to just embarrass you, here and now.”

  Did he just want to humiliate her? “I just don’t know. I wish I did, none of this makes sense. I’ve never said this is what I wanted, or needed, at any time that we’ve been together.”

  He looked disappointed again. “It’s ok if you don’t want to play. I’ll tell you why you’re here.”

  With her eyes, she followed his confident steps back to the bed, where he held up a plain, leather-bound book. He opened it and read aloud. “I’ve had this fantasy for a long time that I don’t dare tell anyone. Either from fear they will run, or fear they might try it. I’ve always had this strange fantasy of being kidnapped. Really kidnapped. Preferably by someone I don’t know very well, but someone who had the right amount of control to keep pushing until I could enjoy it. I want to be cuffed from a ceiling in real iron handcuffs so that way I can feel the bite of the sharp edge into my wrists. There needs to be a bed in the room, so my captor can lay me down and make love to me, after teasing me with all sorts of sensual devices.

  “This all started because of a dream I had many years ago. This dream was of me being kidnapped and taken to an old, run down train station. It wouldn’t matter if I screamed or tried to run away; no one would hear me, and no one could help. I was at the kidnapper’s mercy for days on end. It seemed like weeks when it was probably only one. He used me and brought me pleasure, day in and day out. He fed me, washed me, and, to my chagrin, made me pee in a can. I could keep nothing from him. I was his captive. As his captive, secrets were not allowed.

  “The dream was fascinating. It stayed with me for many years. I’ve dated many men, but none that I felt could hold a candle to this sort of fantasy. Steven, on the other hand, seems like the perfect guy to see this through. He is more strong-willed than I. He loves to try new things, and he fascinates me even more at every turn. I find I truly want to do things for him, cook for him, clean for him, whatever it is that would make him happy. Considering what I do for a living, this sounds strange. I’m constantly in control, yet when I’m with him, I want to lose all that control.” He took a deep breath and continued.

  Her mortification grew with each word. She’d denied knowing what was happening, refused to remember those words she’d written in her diary and her culpability of this whole experience. Now they haunted her.

  “I think I should stop now. I’m getting turned on just writing this.”

  Shameful tears coursed down Kaitlyn’s hot cheeks. She turned her head away from the mirror, too horrified to look at herself. “I can’t believe you read my diary.”

  “You should believe that I would read your diary. As you even said, I’m more strong-willed than you. I knew you were keeping this from me. Why didn’t you tell me about it? We could have done this easily.” His voice sounded soothing, but there was nothing soothing in knowing that her deepest, darkest secrets had just been laid out in front of her.

  “Get me down from here. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

  “Wrong answer, Kaitlyn. May I remind you once again, that you aren’t in any position to argue with me?” He walked up to her and thrust his hand between her legs. To add to her shame, she had grown wet with the idea of him knowing everything about her. Seeking out his answers, even when she would not give them to him.

  She clamped her legs shut. “Stop it. I said I don’t want to talk. That also means I don’t want you to touch me.”

  He licked the tips of two of his fingers. “Too bad. This says otherwise. There is nothing wrong with what you wrote.

  We haven’t been together long; this would have made the perfect scenario for the two of us.” She didn’t say anything so he continued. “I guess it wouldn’t have been much of a fantasy had I dragged you here with your knowledge, would it?” Still, she said nothing. “So, does the man in your fantasy tie you up everyday, or is there something different he does?”

  Bile rose in her throat, no answer would come out. Complete humiliation finally set in. Her arousal only made it worse. Her tears wouldn’t stop, her frustration built. “Just get me the fuck down from here and leave me the fuck alone,” she demanded.

  He turned on his heel, opened the rail car door, and stepped out into the night, leaving her completely alone and still tied up.

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  Chapter Four

  “ARGH!” She kicked her legs in frustration and pulled at her wrists until her arms ached.

  “Bastard!” she screamed at the closed door. She wished she couldn’t see her reflection in the mirror. Tears burned her eyes. She had no idea if he would come back tonight, or not. What if he left her here for the night and went home? “Who the fuck leaves someone hanging?”

  She kicked again. “Get me down from here!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Of course, no one is going to hear me screaming. Wasn’t it my fantasy to be tied up in a place where I couldn’t get out?” Tears of pain, and anger, coursed down her cheeks. “Stupid diary. Stupid fantasies. Stupid men who can read.”

  A little voice in her head rang out as her voice of reason.

  He did everything you told him to do.

  “Yeah, but he didn’t have to do it so well.”

  You never would have bought it if he had discussed it with you first. That’s your problem, Kate. You lose men constantly over things they should have known, but never would have, if they hadn’t looked for the information themselves. He’s only doing what you wanted him to do.

  “He still shouldn’t have read my diary. That is none of his business.” Her argument sounded lame even to her own ears. It’s not like she kept the diary hidden. It sat on the nightstand, pen in place where she left off. Why? Because she was always too lazy to put it away.

  Secretly, she had wanted him to find it. If he found it, that meant he’d probably read it. Then he might do it. At least he wasn’t like her other, wimpy boyfriends who would have run at the mere thought of being asked to give instruction. Or worse, if she’d tell them what she wanted, they refused to do it because it wasn’t their idea.

  No, Steven was different. He could handle it. He could take as much as he gave. The day they started dating, he had said to her, “Always be honest. I hate liars.”

  She had been honest, except for this. She couldn’t tell him, but couldn’t let go of her little fantasies. In her fantasies, she had full control. There were no surprises. It just never occurred to her that her fantasies could ever be reality.

  She looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were red from crying, but her vision blurred as exhaustion began to creep in. Her arms and shoulders ached, and now even her wrists hurt. Her rib cage strained with each breath, and she had to pee again. No privacy for a full weekend. No way out. The second he had told her he wouldn’t hurt her, it changed everything. In the mirror, she could see that her vulva was still puffy–it was obvious that, although her arousal had somewhat faded, she still wanted this. Needed him. “It would be like me to fall in love with a man who won’t take no for an answer.”

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  Steven kicked at a rock as he stormed around the abandoned train station. It wasn’t truly abandoned. He waved to the train station manager. He was a kinky, old fellow himself, so when Steven had asked about the possibility of using the train yard, the man just laughed and handed over the keys.

  Something had broken him, and that something was Kaitlyn’s submission. He’d worked so hard over the years to keep his dominant nature a secret. He’d done everything within his grasp to see that she wouldn’t have to go through the same humiliation, and awkward friendships, that so many others had. Yet Kaitlyn—innocent, little Kaitlyn—had written countless tales in her journal. All of them giving her submission to her partner.

  He’d seen it in her from the moment they met. The way she didn’t hold eye contact for very long. The way she did as he asked with
out question or grumbling. He loved testing the waters a little in bed, and with little things outside the bedroom. “Honey, could you get me a glass of water?” or “I bet you could serve up a really great dinner.”

  Sneaky, yes, but it was all he could have. Now, the more he got to know his Kaitlyn, the more he wanted to control her, dominate her, show her everything in her little book of fantasies, and explain the details. He shoved his fingers through his hair. This was a bad idea. The whole weekend was a bad idea. Too close. He was just too close to sitting her down and asking her to wear his collar.

  He would just go back in there and tell her flat out he couldn’t do this. Take her down from her bondage and send her back home. She deserved that much. She didn’t deserve his hand reddening her ass, or his commands on how to behave, react, what to say, and how to say it. His groin tightened at the thought of her on her knees in front of him, awaiting his demands. He turned around mid-stride and stalked back to the train car.

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  Kaitlyn had been silent for a few minutes. Talking to herself had solved nothing. Everything depended on him. When Steven returned, she would apologize and be the woman she wanted to be for this night. A woman at his full beck and call.

  The rattle of the sidecar door grated as someone pulled it to the side. Steven’s dark hair was mussed from running his fingers through it. The dark circles under his eyes told her the lateness of the hour. He was usually in bed by eleven; it had to be well after by now. His booted foot stepped up onto the wooden floor. His eyes never met hers.

  “I have to pee.”

  He sighed. His shoulders slumped. “Here, let me get you down so I can take you home. I understand this is a bit much for you, and I should have thought about that first. I apologize.”

  As he reached above her head to grasp the cuffs, she slid her foot up the inside of his thigh. “Please don’t.”

  He lowered his head and met her gaze. The pain was clear in his dark gaze. It took her breath away. He seemed to be searching for something. Honesty? “You don’t need to do this.”

  Emotion, guilt, and remorse rode heavily upon her, hampering her speech. “It is you who didn’t have to do this. You are offering me a chance of a lifetime, and I’m being a total bitch over something that really isn’t that big of a deal. Just…when I heard my own words tonight, it scared me. I felt as though you were prying, but how else could you have pulled this off without doing just that. No, I should be thanking you, and I want…no, I need, you to continue.”

  She blinked away tears as they threatened to fall again. Instead of replying, he grabbed her face between his large palms and brought his head down for a fierce kiss. He inhaled sharply and pushed his tongue past her lips. She allowed the invasion, weakening to his demands. His tongue pushed her own back in her mouth. He bit at her bottom lip, kissed the tip of her nose, her closed eyelids, which only made them heavier with desire.

  “If you don’t do something with me soon, I might just explode here and now.”

  He kissed her cheek, his palms moved down the side of her face to her neck, where he thumbed the pounding pulse ever so softly. “Does that mean you have to pee? Or cum?”

  She giggled, the last of the tension ebbing away. “Both.”

  He moaned against her lips, their eyes opened at the same time. “I like it when you need to pee and cum at the same time. We’ll work on that later, though. Your arms have to be hurting by now. We’ll practice more tomorrow. For now, I want to take you to bed.”

  She stared up at him, dazed. “Are you sure? I can handle a little more.”

  He laughed lightly. A key in one hand, he wrapped the other around her wrist and undid the cuffs. Her arms fell to her sides, weak and tingling. Her legs trembled with the effort to hold her body upright. She leaned against him for support. The precious man that he was, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. “You’re still my captive, and I’m still going to have my way with you. Some things you won’t like, and some things you will. That’s the only promise you get from me.”

  She grinned against his chest. “Oh please don’t, sir,” she said, feigning as much innocence as she could muster.

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  Chapter Five

  The musty smell in the old train car overwhelmed her. She coughed and pulled the sheet closer to her body. With her nose against his chest, she inhaled his cologne. The scent washed over her, creating a warmth deep inside her. She curled closer to him to absorb his heat into her chilled body.

  He breathed deeply, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Remember I said there would be things you wouldn’t enjoy?” His deep, sleepy voice kept her from going back to sleep.

  “Mm hmm,” she murmured.

  “Get up—we’re going to hang you back up again.”

  Her shoulders dropped. “I know it’s no where near sunrise yet.”

  “Your point?”

  “Nothing,” she muttered and rolled over to get out of bed. She grabbed the empty can and took care of the only business she wanted to take care of at that time of night. She waited patiently, shivering in the damp car. He flipped on the light and cleaned her. A task she could no longer perform on her own. It felt strange, but comforting in a weird sort of way.

  “At least, you’ve stopped fighting me on something.” He grinned and took her hand to walk her over to the middle of the room.

  Her arms, although still sore, had healed considerably through the night. She said nothing but allowed these ministrations to be performed. Kaitlyn yawned and wished she had it in her to shoot daggers at him with her eyes. Her wrists secured, he gently tugged at her nipples. She concentrated on nothing more than him.

  “I’m really proud of how well you’re doing so far. Haven’t asked me any questions, or belittled our weekend once.”

  She smiled. “There is nothing to complain about. After all, if I were to look at the situation, I did ask for this.”

  “Now you’re getting it.” He tapped the end of her nose with his finger.

  What was the deal with her nose? She bit back the laugh that threatened to bubble over.

  His fingers danced across her abdomen. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her. He cupped her breasts, and then pulled them gently away from her chest. Mesmerized, she watched as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue across each nipple.

  The pleasure he created in pulling her breast away from her body had her pussy swelling in seconds. His teeth nipped over the hardened bud of her nipple. His tongue continued its onslaught; it wrapped around each areola, laving circles around each one. He squeezed her breasts and worked her nipples. Her head fell back between her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she could no longer suppress a whimper.

  “Do not cum until I give you permission.”

  She panted her answer, unable to form a response. She shivered, trying to block the sensations. The hot, wet tip of his tongue glided over her neck. Her pulse jumped and sent electric currents through her body. He dropped her breasts and pulled her in close to his half-dressed body. Her thighs rubbed against the soft twill of his slacks; his chest hairs tickled her breasts.

  She groaned, helpless to relieve the tension building in her body. The bulge in his pants pressed between her legs, and his teeth nipped at her neck. Again, he kissed his way farther up the side of her neck, swirling the tip of his tongue in her ear, nibbling her ear lobe. She squirmed against him, panted, and whimpered, “I can’t take much more.”

  His low, throaty laugh made her shiver. “Oh, I think you can handle much more. You’re just being bratty.”

  Her head swam when his fingers slid down her back. Something cold and hard pressed against her back entrance.

  She stiffened against him; her eyes found his. He grinned

  down at her. That lazy grin made her shiver in pleasure.

  “What are you doing?”

  “A little toy I just bought.” He dipped his little “toy” down, slid it into her wet channel. She gasp
ed when he hit the right spot, then he removed the object to press against her anus once again. This time she refused to tighten, knowing that, no matter what, it was going in.

  “Just relax, baby. I’m not going to play with it, just leave it inside you while I make you cum.”

  That word again. She groaned. Her body throbbed with need. Her heart rate was so high she thought it would leap from her chest. She pressed her buttocks back, as if reaching for the rounded head. “Then please, get it over with.”

  He leaned forward and pressed her hips back against his erection. “How would you feel to have two men taking you at once. One from behind, one in front, filling both your holes.”

  Her knees buckled, and she groaned. Shaking from the inside out, she could barely speak. “Yes.” Like a cat mewing, she begged. “Please.”

  Still he rubbed the hard end against her hole, teasing her, melting her, testing her. “Don’t want me to be gentle, do you?”

  She shook her head violently. He thrust the object deep inside her ass. Her muscles reacted, spasmed around the smooth, phallic toy. The pain engrained itself into her head, and she shuddered, desperately holding onto the orgasm she wasn’t allowed to have. “Oh, God, Steven. Please…please…I need to come.”

  Shamelessly she tried to lift her legs, press her sex against him. Filling her ass with the toy only made her beg more. His fingers found her tight, wet entrance and slid inside. He curled his fingers upwards, meeting her most sensitive core.

  “Come,” he breathed against her lips.

  His fist held tightly to her hair, his lips crushed hers with unrestrained force, pushing his tongue past her teeth. She could only whimper and follow his command. She screamed into his mouth unable to return the kiss as he tongue-fucked her mouth.