by Jenna Jacob
“I take tremendous pleasure using various implements during a session. They’re like an extension of me, and I expect you to worship them as you would any other part of my body.”
“I will, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He bent once more and claimed my lips in a deep, soulful kiss. As he held my focus with his talented tongue, Sam lifted my arms up over my head. He held them there until I was dizzy with desire, then slowly lifted from my mouth.
Taking a step back, he admired me. His eyes twinkled in awe as if I were a goddess on a pillow of gold.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“To please you, Sir.”
“Fuck. You already do, love. In many amazing ways.”
Trailing his fingers up my arms, Sam stopped and unwound the rope. I arched my neck and watched, waiting for him to bind me, but he merely draped the soft fabric over my wrists, seesawing it back and forth. Anxiety and impatience galloped through my veins, neck in neck, like racehorses at the Preakness. I closed my eyes and inhaled a trembling breath, working hard to tamp down the edginess blossoming inside.
Sam wanted every uncompromising cell in my body, and for once, I was brave and secure enough to give him exactly what he craved, without reservation.
“Where are you, Allisinda?” Sam asked in a voice thick with emotion.
“I’m green, Sir. Greener than…grass and frogs.”
Sam chuckled. “That’s pretty green, girl. Is there something you want to ask me?”
“Yes… I mean…no, Sir.”
“Which is it? Yes? Or no?” he asked, now taunting me by looping the rope around each wrist, then releasing it.
“I’m fighting the urge to demand,” I confessed on a disgruntled groan.
“Demand what?”
“That you stop tormenting me and tie me up already,” I blurted out.
Reaching beneath my corset, Sam pinched my nipple. I sucked in a startled breath as the sweet burn spread deep into my flesh. He smiled and leaned close to my ear. “I’m not trying to make you suffer, girl. Not yet, at least. All you have to do is ask…beg me to tie you up, Allisinda.”
His smoky tone of voice spread over me like a blanket of velvet. Soft. Thick. Comforting.
“Please, Sir…will you bind me?”
I didn’t have to beg twice. A deep rumble rolled from his chest as he gathered my wrists together and cinched the rope around them in a matter of seconds. I tried to lower my arms, but the rope held firm.
Strong.
Unyielding.
“Green?” Sam asked, arching his brows.
“Oh, yes, Sir. Green as a meadow in spring.”
He chuckled again. “I like your analogies, sweetheart. But I like seeing you bound for my pleasure a hell of a lot more.”
He drank me in beneath a heavy-lidded gaze. I could all but feel the caress of his fingers stroking my skin.
“It’s time for this to go. It’s in my way.”
His fingers moved painstakingly slowly, releasing the bus, before he spread the edges of my corset open, like the pages of a book. A book he’d read a thousand times. Yet now, we were starting a new chapter…together.
“Stunning,” he murmured, brushing a rapturous stare over my naked, bound body.
I couldn’t feel his touch fast enough. Impatience spiked. And as if reading my mind, Sam placed his wide, warm hands upon flesh, caressing with such reverence I felt as if he were worshiping me. Tinges of confusion niggled my brain. Wasn’t I supposed to worship him? He brushed his thumb in a feather-soft slide over my nipple. I closed my eyes and drifted away while a salacious ache invaded my body.
“The sweet scent of your cunt makes my balls churn,” Sam growled. I opened my eyes and sent him a shy smirk. “Makes me want to spread you open…latch on to your pretty wet orchid to lick, suck, and tongue fuck you into oblivion.”
His lurid words painted such vivid images in my head that I couldn’t form syllables. With a whimper and a moan, I rolled my hips as slick nectar spilled down, coating the puckered opening of my ass.
“Not yet, my eager girl. I’m only beginning to warm you up.”
Beginning? The flames he’d ignited inside were already consuming me. Obviously, he wanted me to burn even higher and brighter. I wasn’t about to complain.
Sam cupped my breasts, kneading and squeezing the orbs, as he further tormented my hard, erect peaks with his thumbs. No, there would definitely be no complaining. Instead, I mewled as my muscles melted like putty in his hands.
“What an amazing gift you give me, Cin. Your power is heady and so fucking strong, but make no mistake, sweetheart. The things I’m doing to you, right here, right now, aren’t about me but about you. About proving that you can toss away that refined, good-girl persona and be the naughty nymph clawing inside to be free.” A carnal smile stretched his lips. “Trust me, baby. I’ll make all your dark and dirty dreams come true.”
His words seared my veins, stole my breath, and touched my psyche far deeper than his hands ever could. Sam intended to set me free.
Free to seek out who I always wanted to be…me.
That peaceful, floating sensation settled over me once again. The only tension I felt was the gentle reminder of the rope embellishing my wrists and emphasizing my need to please Sam.
Gripping my breasts in each hand, he forcefully squeezed the orbs, sending my nipples to jut toward the ceiling like chocolate candy kisses. He licked his lips, then opened his mouth and sucked one peak in, deep. I cried out as the slick, heated softness of his tongue and gentle suction sent a scorching coil of demand to unfurl low in my womb. Several sweet torturous minutes later, he released my nipple—glistening wet and hard as a pebble—before latching on to the other with the same sinful devotion.
My fingers twitched, and I tugged at the rope, longing to grip his hair and hold Sam to my breast while he bathed me with this captivating splendor. But my restraints held tight, keeping me bound to Sam, tethered to his soul, in idyllic and helpless surrender.
In that one pivotal moment, I handed him all of my control. I finally understood what it felt like to be truly loved, decidedly treasured, and wholly owned.
As if he sensed the shift within me, a subtle shudder rippled through Sam’s body.
He raised his head and captured my stare. “Yes, my sweet slut. I’ll nurture, protect, and love you while I mold you into all you’ve ever longed to be.”
Sam bent and dragged his lips over mine. “Thank you, Sir…I love you, too,” I murmured against his mouth.
He smiled and reached up before massaging my fingers and palms. A smirk tugged his lips. “How does it feel to be…my captured slave?”
My cheeks grew hot at the memory of how I’d rudely scolded Mika that first night at the club. While the term didn’t evoke the same level of disgust, I wasn’t ready to embrace the word wholeheartedly. Maybe someday…
“Don’t fret, sweetheart. When it’s time, I’ll claim you as my slave, but not tonight.”
Dragging his hands down my arms, Sam sent me a hungry smile. “Spread your legs for me, girl. Spread them wide.”
Oh, yes. That Dominant tenor—the one that made me tingle from head to toe—had returned.
As I complied, his heated expression contorted to a raw and savage one. He looked almost beastly. It turned me on even more.
Inviting his pleasure, and mine, I let my knees fall open wider. When the cool air met my sweltering folds, I couldn’t hold back a loud whimper. Sam’s stare locked on my splayed-out pussy as a vicious snarl curled over his lips.
“Are you intending to tempt me, girl?”
“Most definitely, Sir,” I replied in a sultry voice.
“Well, I did ask for honesty, now didn’t I?” Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Then I suggest you stop right now. What you’re doing is called Topping from the bottom. In other words, you’re trying to control me, or rather, control what you want from me. Unfortunately, all you’ll gain from such
manipulation is a long session of edging.”
I sucked in a startled gasp and shook my head. “No. I’ll stop. I-I don’t want that.”
“You know what edging is? How?”
“At the party, Mika threatened Julianna. Liz had to explain to me what it was. I-I don’t have any desire to experience that.”
“It’s not always used for punishment, sweetheart. Edging serves a duel purpose. Besides, there are other ways to obtain forgiveness.”
Expounding on his promise, Sam picked up a whip. He slid a fist over the snake-like leather braid. Pivoting sideways, he raised his arm and arced the whip high in the air, then gave a gentle snap of his wrist. The concussion split the air so loudly that I jumped and yelped.
“I trust you’ll behave properly?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be an absolute angel.” I nodded emphatically.
“We wouldn’t want you to be too perfect, sweetheart. It takes away all the fun of keeping you in line.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “I’ll remember that, Sir.”
“I suspect you won’t have any difficulty presenting me with challenge, girl.” He winked, then quickly sobered. “Now where was I?”
“Is that a rhetorical question, Sir?” I smirked.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he countered with a wicked grin.
His ominous warning only piqued my curiosity. As I watched him move to the foot of the table, I wondered if this piece of equipment was as user friendly as the one at Genesis. Preparing myself in case the bottom literally dropped out from under me, I wrapped my fingers around the taut rope and held on.
With a look of fierce concentration, Sam began disassembling and reassembling portions of the table. A few minutes later, he reached up and stroked my leg. With a reassuring smile, he lifted each ankle, then guided my feet onto the wide wooden flanges fixed to the outer edges of the table.
“Keep your feet where they are, or I’ll tie them as well,” Sam warned.
Reaching beneath the table, he pulled a metal bar free. The center section fell away, landing on the carpet with a thud. As he knelt between my legs, his own knees resting on the soft padding, I marveled at the ingenuity of the table’s construction. Sam’s broad hands slid up my thighs. His hot breath wafted over my sex, and the wonders of ergonomic furniture went right out the window.
Holding me with a hungry gaze, he scraped his fingers through my dewy curls. “Bronze, bound, and beautiful. Just exactly how I want you, my sweet slut.”
The gratification sparkling in his eyes sent a satisfied thrill skipping through me. It made me want to give him more than just my physical body, the air in my lungs, or the blood in my veins. It made me ache to give him all the pieces of my soul.
Before my inner awakening, I’d focused on the orgasm awaiting me at the end of our hot and sweaty coupling. But now, I felt as if some potent and life-altering surprise would be set free long before any sexual release.
Brushing his lips against the insides of my thighs, Sam teased my flesh with his heated breath, the flick of his tongue, and the gentle scrape of his teeth.
“What a glorious creature you are, Allisinda. Helpless…tied to my mercy…my command, and all the darkness that prowls the corners of my mind,” he drawled in a whiskey-smooth voice.
A sturdy shiver racked my body. My nipples drew impossibly tighter, and a rush of liquid fire spilled from inside me as Sam crawled deep inside my head.
Drawing the flat of his tongue up my folds in a languid sweep, he continued. “But you don’t want to escape the pleasure I long to give you. Do you, sweetheart?”
“No, Sir.”
“I’m going to make you beg for me, little one. Beg and scream, and oh, yes…cry. Make you spill tears of frustration, of agony and bliss…all for me. And I’m going to sip those precious tears between my lips…girl. Drink in the beautiful torture that flows from your soul.”
“Sam,” I cried in a mournful wail.
Without warning, he slapped his fingers over my pussy. I let out a scream as the sting merged with throbbing tissue.
“How do you address me, sub?”
“Sir. I mean, I’m sorry, Sir,” I quickly amended as I sucked in a ragged breath.
“Much better, my sweet slut. You’ve earned yourself a reward.”
Latching on to my cunt, Sam sucked and licked my clit as he drove his fingers inside my slippery tunnel. Strength pervading softness, like ying and yang, he burrowed deep—twisting and strumming—awakening the hidden bundle of nerves until they sang in pursuit of relief.
Demand surged like the sun. Blistering hot, in a blinding, shimmering light. Whimpers spilled from my lips with every stab of piercing pleasure…each drawing suckle of swelling ecstasy.
Tossed and tumbled beneath the splendor of his mouth and fingers, I reached the precipice harder and faster than ever before. My keening cries filled the room as I writhed beneath his hands and mouth. Hovering on the cusp of no return, I screamed his name. “Sam…Sir…help me, I can’t…”
“No,” he thundered.
Snapping his head up, Sam dragged his fingers from inside me. A mournful wail tore from my throat. The tingling numbness engulfing my fingers and toes dissipated as he hauled me back from the brink. Frustration thundered in my veins as my cunt clutched at the sudden barrenness. Every cell in my body screamed to roll beneath the waves of glory and shatter apart.
“Look at me.” Sam’s command boomed off the walls and echoed in my ears, like a drum.
Blinking, I forced myself to focus on his fierce gaze. Targeted my attention to the juices glistening down his chin and his plump, slick lips. God, I wanted to kiss him. Wanted to sink into the onslaught of his mouth. Feel his tongue snake with mine as he gripped my hair in his mighty fist.
He instilled the true meaning of being helpless…being totally dependent on his mercy with an onslaught of emotions that simply overwhelmed. Yet all I could do was stare at the man while I pitifully panted and writhed in need.
“You do not have permission,” he whispered in wicked reminder.
“I know, Sir…but I—”
“Yes, sweetheart, I, too, know how desperately you want release. That still isn’t going to make it happen. You’ll hold back that blistering orgasm for me until I give you permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes…yes, Sir,” I gasped, trying desperately to quiet my gnawing demand.
“Good girl. I trust you won’t fail me,” he taunted with an evil smile.
How could I not fail? I’d handed him my power and control.
Most submissives are just as headstrong and independent as you.
I never asked you to stop being you.
We wouldn’t want you to be too perfect, sweetheart. It takes away the fun of keeping you in line.
Sam’s words came rushing back to me in a waterfall of awakening. This confusing alternative lifestyle finally began making sense. Submission didn’t mean I had to cower in the corner, spineless and weak. I didn’t have to redefine my identity or conjure some other useless alter ego again. Submission was the embodiment of the woman who’d been hiding inside me all along. The woman Sam had been able to identify long before I knew existed.
Submission wasn’t about Sam stripping away my strength, control, and self-esteem. It was about trusting him enough to grant me a reprieve from responsibilities and decisions. To find safety and security in the palm of his masterful hand.
A newfound sense of pride and courage filled me.
“I’ll do my best, Sir,” I promised with a resolute nod.
“Then suffer sweetly for me, girl.”
Beneath the torturous, sublime combination of his fingers and mouth, Sam devoured me. Soaring me to the heavens time and time again before stopping and leaving me suspended in a vexing void of sob-inducing denial.
Tears poured down my cheeks as I begged and pleaded for release.
I was out of my mind with need.
“Look at you, precious,” Sam cooed as he
stared at me in awe. “You’re so fucking beautiful. And you’re mine…all mine.”
“H-help m-me. Please, Sir,” I pitifully pleaded.
“Soon, my sweet slut…very soon,” he whispered as he nipped my clit with his lips.
At some point in my haze of frustration, Sam had moved to the side of the table. Sipping my tears as I sobbed, he plucked and pinched my nipples. Stealing the sweet carnal throb thrumming inside me, he replaced it with a wicked, biting burn. Screams tore from my lips as I thrashed, trying to escape his evil fingers. But I was pinned for his pleasure. Pinned for his pain.
Trapped.
Helpless.
At his mercy.
Bending, he laved his tongue over my fiery peaks. Chasing away the discomfort with lashes of slick, sweet pleasure. My screams morphed into moans as I rocked my hips, desperate to satiate the blaze raging between my legs.
Pulling away, he took a step back, then began stripping off his clothes.
Yes. Yes. He’s finally going to fuck me, my mind repeated in an endless loop. But my gaze was locked and drinking in every inch of the sculpted flesh he revealed. When Sam kicked off his pants and slowly slid off his boxers, I wept at the sheer beauty of the man…my Sir.
“Shhh, little one,” he murmured. “I’m going to make it all better for you, baby. I promise.”
Fisting his cock with one hand, Sam stroked my cheek with the other. His actions were a mind-bending paradox of taunting and soothing. The old Allisinda wanted to scream, to rail at him to stop messing with me and shove his fat, beautiful cock into my cunt. But that would only leave me in a perpetual state of misery, both emotionally and sexually.
Tossing my head from side to side, I pleaded and begged. Finally he ambled between my legs once more. Pausing, Sam stared down at me, fascination written all over his face.
“Christ, Allisinda…I’ve never seen you like this. So fucking needy. I’d love to keep you this way…forever.”
“No!” I screamed. “I can’t…take anymore. Please. Help me.”
“Where are you, girl?”
“I’m… I don’t know. The colors are swirling. I just want you to make this fucking ache stop.”
