He bends low to pick up the length of rope before stepping up onto the chair. With precision, he tosses the rope up over one of the high timber rafters. I can only watch in heated anticipation of what’s to come. The rope twirls down the other side of the beam, landing directly in front of me and pooling onto the dark carpet. He steps down and closes in to confront me with a wicked gleam in those far too pretty eyes.
Without a word of reassurance or comfort, he looks up and slowly draws the extra slack in the rope over the beam. As he pulls, hand over hand, my bound wrists are elevated higher and higher until they finally come to rest in an inverted ‘V’ high above my head. I’m captured. At his mercy. Enthralled.
Enigma is playing low, the sound filtering in from another room. The sensual, breathy, gothic chants make me feel like a fallen angel. I’m ready to delve into his creativity headfirst. I’ve turned into his willing submissive, his debauched siren. I adore every scandalous minute of it.
He stops the momentum of the rope when it’s taut and I’m lightly balancing on my scarlet red tiptoes. He ties the remaining length to a leg of the weighty chair before standing to face me.
His bare chest gleams in the low light emanating from a lone, fat candle resting on his masculine desk. He looks down at me and murmurs, “Very nice, little one. I really enjoy seeing you nude and helpless in my climbing ropes. In fact, I’ve never seen anything sexier in all my life. I’m thinking we’ll have to incorporate scenes like this more often.”
His seductive words in that unbelievable accent send a blast of heat directly to my pussy. It’s the first inkling of praise or kindness since my escape attempt. I inwardly hope that his anger is dissipating.
“Now, my girl,” he begins in his distinctly deeper Dom tone, “follow my instructions and I may decide to be kind and reward you. That is, if you take your punishment gracefully. It won’t be easy, but you know how sweet my rewards can be, don’t you, petal?”
My heart hammers as the build-up nearly drives me over the edge. We’ve yet to begin and I’m already craving his touch.
“Yes,” I manage to eke out in a whisper-light tone.
He cocks his head in question, a blank look on his face. “Yes? You know better by now, beauty.”
I quickly cover my error. “Yes, S-Sir. Anything, Sir,” I stammer. Why am I so nervous? Is it because I want to please him so badly?
He takes a step away and smiles a malicious smile that only a fool would interpret as kindness. I watch in fascination as he slowly unbuckles his wide, black leather belt. I’m already yearning for his taut body and he’s not even nude yet. I would kiss his feet at this point and I’m certain he can sense it by the way he’s eyeing me like a red-tailed hawk that has cornered a mouse. My breath hitches as he whips his belt out through the loops with one forceful tug. His intense blue eyes never leave mine. They are flinty, hard, and alert.
Bring it, bad boy. I’m beyond ready.
The belt dangles from his right hand as he uses his left thumb to flick open the buttons on his jeans. With an open palm, he absently pushes them down toward the floor. As he stands I can clearly make out his hard-on jutting through white boxer briefs melded to his muscled frame like a second skin.
I want to cry out, “Please, please don’t take too long!” Yet I remain obedient. Silent. His good girl.
He sweeps the jeans aside with his foot and runs his hand down the length of his worn leather belt. In a husky voice he asks, “Are you looking forward to feeling my belt, petal? You deserve a rigid crop tonight, female, but lucky for you this is all I have on hand. Seems like we will need to do a bit of online toy shopping, and soon. I’ll be nice and warn you that this leather is going to burn a fuck of a lot more than my hand. Brace yourself, petal.” He gives me no chance to respond as he adds, “I sincerely hope you make it through this like a good girl because you’ve earned it tonight. Wrecking my truck and stealing my code to escape, you bad, naughty girl.” He shakes his head back and forth and makes a ‘tsk tsk’ sound.
Air whooshes out of my lungs as I plead, “God yes, please, Sir. I want so much to feel your strap on me!”
“That’s perfect, sugar. Now hold still and take what I have for you. I want you to use your safe word if you’re scared or in too much pain, understood? You could never, ever disappoint me, all right, darlin’?”
“I understand, Sir, and I will.”
“That’s good, you should. I have a very good idea just how much pain you can tolerate at this point. We’ll build up your tolerance soon enough.”
“I have full trust in you, Sir”
He gives me a look I can’t interpret. “I thought that you did, but your mischief tonight has shown me otherwise. So I’m going to teach you a few lessons in trust, my petal.”
He surprises me by lowering his large body onto his knees before me. Wait, if this is punishment then I’m all about it!
He reaches out with his free arm and wraps it around my torso, pulling me forward a few inches as he inhales deeply against my pussy.
“Mmm, I love your sweet scent, baby. It’s so fucking addictive. I’ll never get enough of it. Ever.” The last word is said in a low, animalistic growl.
His velvety tongue softly connects with my pink clit as he begins to lap at me. All I can manage is a strangled moan of ecstasy as I hang suspended from the beam.
Pulling slightly back, he glances up at me. My inevitable wetness is so pronounced that it’s already glazing his full lips. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“You will not come unless I allow it, petal. Will you do that for me, baby?”
“All right, Sir. I won’t.” It would get me nowhere to protest. This man sets his own rules that will be followed, exactly and to the letter.
Please let me find some inner strength.
He raises up from the floor to stand at his full, imposing height. The belt is still firmly clutched in his hand as he wordlessly steps behind me, out of view. My legs are quivering and I hope that they don’t give out on me. It wouldn’t matter if they did as I’m suspended, immobile, more than ready for his use.
The unmistakable smoothness of the leather gently glides across my pale ass, teasing me.
“Very pretty, little petal.”
He places a hot palm firmly on my left shoulder, stilling me, gentling me. Without warning, giving me just enough time to suck in a frightened breath, I hear the leather belt cut through the air and land in a blow of searing heat across my right ass cheek.
“Aaaah! Sirrrrr!” I scream out and begin moving around on my toes in a shameless attempt to diffuse the white hot pain caused by the blow. Ignoring my cry, he lands another in a different spot, but it is just as hard. I can barely focus from the pain that has lit a roaring fire on my poor behind.
Now, this is in a whole other stratosphere from spanking!
“Breathe through it, little one.”
I suck in gulps of air, trying to calm down and not cry. Adrenaline has spiked through my system. Rational thought is impossible. Only sensation, dark and heady.
Another blow lands, impossibly precise and without a modicum of mercy.
“That’s it. My girl is so fucking sweet.”
His encouragement is like a drug to me. I’ll do anything for his approval. We feed off each other; it’s a stark reality. He needs my pain and I need his strict hand .…
He starts up again in that powerful, brutal rhythm and the pain begins to morph into something like an aphrodisiac, making me impossibly soaked for him.
Somewhere in my brain I realize that he is giving me exactly what he knows I can take. The whipping could easily be harsher, brutal in fact, considering his impressive strength. At blow fifteen, his belt is thrown to the floor with a harsh clank against the wood. From behind me, Judge nuzzles into my sweaty, shivering neck.
“I’m so proud of you, petal. You’ve been a very good girl. Would you like your reward now?”
My voice is unsteady as I answer him, �
��Yes. Yes, please, Sir.”
He lightly touches my blazing ass and moves in front of me to untie the rope tethered to the leg of the heavy chair.
I drop straight to my knees and his bare feet come into view. He bends and unties the ropes binding my wrists, freeing me.
“Now, let me see those silky pink lips wrapped around my cock.”
Oh hell yes! My turn. Maybe I’ll succeed in making him as mindless as he’s just made me.
He unbinds my hands and I waste no time reaching up to pull his masculine perfection out of his underwear. He’s like a dark gladiator towering over me, observing his obedient conquest. I wrap both my hands around his broad length and lower my lips to kiss the slit. He is so impossibly hard, like smooth marble. I’m going to make this so memorable for him ….
“That’s right, sweet girl.” His breathing is loud and harsh as he rests his hands on top of my head. “Now take me into your perfect mouth. Show me how talented you are, baby doll.”
I’m excited by his enthusiasm and push forward as deep as my throat will allow. I repeat the delving exploration, this time swirling it with my tongue. Huge palms cup the back of my head as I keep up the sexy rhythm, getting wetter with each stroke. My pussy lips are drenched, and the moisture is starting to seep down my legs, so great is my need for his touch.
An agonized groan cuts through the air. “Valla, fuck baby! So damn good.”
Mmm, I love sucking his cock. The act gives me a small shred of control. Just as the thought crosses my mind, he pulls back, preventing me from completing my mission.
His hot hands haul me up roughly to a standing position as he walks me over to the wide, black leather club chair. He pushes me down, draping me over the padded arm.
A guttural voice purrs out, “Brace yourself, girl, because I’m going to fuck your tight little ass until you scream for me. It’s a good thing you slicked me up. It will make it far easier on you, my petal. This is the second part of your punishment tonight. Take it gracefully and I’ll allow you to come hard, baby.”
He sounds downright scary yet thrilling as I prepare for his assault. I gasp as he ever so slowly begins to work his thickness into me with a slow, pumping motion.
“Oh! Ooh!” I wiggle frantically from foot to foot, trying to adjust to his impossible girth. This is punishment! It burns my little ass badly—that is unavoidable—but there is also a taboo current of dark pleasure washing through my system.
“Breathe deeply and push out. It will make it easier for you to take my cock into you all the way, Valla. Master is nice and slick. I’ll accept nothing less than being seated deeply in that tiny virgin ass of yours.”
I want and need more of this foreign sensation. I try my best to relax as he forces himself into my back passage. My damp hands reach out to claw at the leather before me. He’s relentless, intent on teaching me a lesson, teaching me who is in charge. As soon as he’s seated impossibly deep, he sets right into a steady, pumping rhythm as he fucks my ass from behind. One hand is planted in my hair and the other clutches my hip like a vice.
There is no escape.
Helpless wails of pleasure and pain are spilling from my open lips as my orgasm quickly rises up like a jetting fountain.
He seems to sense it and grits out between clenched teeth, “Reach down and rub your pretty clit, baby.”
I quickly comply and swirl my thumb around my clit just as he rears back, only to slam forward, buried in my ass.
“Ungh, Sirrrrrrr!” I’m shaking and sweating, struggling to hold back but it’s becoming impossible.
“Now, Valla! Do it now! Give everything to me, baby! I wanna feel that fucking orgasm of yours, baby!”
I scream loud enough to vibrate the books on the shelves as the orgasm rips through me in a violent tide. The feeling is different, darker. My channel clenches hard without his cock within it. The ass fucking intensifies the spasms to the point of ecstasy. It’s so intense that he has to clamp down on my hips to keep me from bucking him off me as I convulse hard beneath him. The constant clenching of my core has clearly driven him over the edge. His pounding has now turned savage. The chair has lurched against the wall from the chaos and gruff unintelligible sounds are bouncing around the intimate room, proof of his lost control.
He plants himself impossibly deep one last time as he comes hotly inside my bottom, groaning loudly. He sounds both uncivilized and wild as he grits out against the back of my head, “You’re mine, Valla.”
I drop my drenched forehead down onto the seat of the chair and nearly pass out from the beauty of it all. He has started to invade my thoughts on such a profound level that it frightens me.
“Petal?”
Boneless in my relaxed state, I’m twined within his limbs and can only manage to answer a dazed, “Hmm?”
“Don’t ever run from me again.”
I’m still beneath him.
This isn’t a game … yet he assured me that I have a choice. Which is it?
Why are the lines so blurred?
He leans in close and softly kisses my cheek before gently pulling out of me with extreme care. Immediately, I’m scooped up and carried back to his bedroom.
Chapter Eleven
***
The Benefits of Obedience
Three more times. The man is insatiable. To say that we have chemistry is the understatement of the century. It’s noon and I’ve just gathered enough energy to stumble into the shower to soothe my very sore and well-used body. If his goal was to make me completely forget about escaping him then he has succeeded. As I towel off, I inspect the red stripes that criss-cross my still very warm bottom. It was a harsh punishment but it undoubtedly fit my bad girl behavior. He is indeed a strict and thorough Dom.
As hard as I try, I can’t stop wondering why he insists on keeping me against my will. I have not given him my answer, yet I still remain here as his. Could it be that he’s just lonely? Perhaps he has a difficult time trusting women? He’s obviously very wealthy, judging from his luxurious lifestyle and profitable profession. Every eligible female in New Zealand must have him on her radar. That could create a lot of unwanted pressure …. Maybe he really likes the idea that we are on equal terms? Aside from his need to dominate me, he does genuinely respect my thoughts and opinions. Why couldn’t we have come together under normal circumstances?
I give up the guesswork and step out of the open bedroom door into the living room. My eyes cut to the large flat-screen Sony TV and realize that he has never turned it on. Before I can give it another thought he hits the top step and doesn’t miss a beat before crossing to me.
I stop dead in my tracks and grin. Damn, he is so gorgeous.
“Hi ya, petal. Have a nice shower, darlin’?”
He’s been working out and is coated in sweat. As he stops five feet from me, he runs a towel across his dripping face, neck, and hair. He’s wearing a black T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and baggy silver Nike basketball shorts. I admire his network of fine muscles, a physique as fine as any you would find flipping through Sports Illustrated. His casual athletic gear only amplifies his rampant masculinity. I’m in instantaneous lust. Again.
“Look at you. Good enough to eat, big guy,” I tease him in a sultry purr.
Sexy blue eyes lazily roam down my body, covered only with the soft towel.
“Mmm …. I like that. C’mere and give me a sweet afternoon kiss.”
I take measured steps toward him, suddenly feeling a bit shy as he bends down to gently kiss my lips, careful not to touch the rest of me.
“Don’t want to get my princess dirty. I’m a sweaty bastard.”
“I like your scent on me.” I look up at him through my lashes, desire blooming within me.
A dark brow arches. “Do you now, woman? Well that’s bloody brilliant to hear. As a matter of fact, your scent drives me fucking insane.” He whispers the last two words as if it’s just our torrid little secret.
My lips turn up as I tease, “Judge, y
ou’re so wicked.”
“Petal, after I shower I’m going to personally reaquaint you to my hedonistic side.”
Ooooooh! Lucky me ….
“Now get your sweet ass back to my bedroom, pronto.”
I smirk like a vixen. “Or?”
Ripped arms cross against his chest and his wide shoulders square off.
“Seriously?”
I raise my palms toward him in playful defeat. “Only asking. I’m going now!” I whirl around and race through the kitchen, dropping the towel in my haste. He’s hot on my heels. I glance back and catch his eyes just as he enters the bedroom and points a long arm out toward the sheepskin rug near the fireplace.
His voice changes, becoming lower and more commanding. “Get on your hands and knees and position for me. You know the rules. Don’t disappoint me by breaking them, girl.”
I lower myself down onto the fluffy, ivory body-length rug. I glance over my shoulder again and bat my eyelashes. “I’ll behave, Sir.”
“There’s my good girl.” He gives me a curt nod before turning to stride into the bathroom.
Mmm … something about the way he speaks to me in that knowing Dom voice makes heat uncurl deep within my belly.
The water begins to splash in the shower and I imagine him cleaning himself, strong hands running across his tight, manly frame. I desperately want to touch myself, just a light swipe. My hand is only a few feet from my spread legs …. Could I chance it? I put all my weight onto my knees and my left palm while secretly letting my right hand glide back to that needy, pulsing area. I’m just about to allow myself a little touch when a small voice deep within me warns me to stop. No, he’ll know ….
I slap my palm back onto the fur, frustrated beyond measure with having to wait. Yet isn’t it the anticipation that makes it all worthwhile? With that thought in mind, I hear the shower turn off. My breathing grows more rapid.
Turning my head at the sound of his footsteps, I feel my jaw drop at the stunning sight. Water trickles from his dark hair down his tanned wall of a chest. He is buck naked and that perfect shaft is eager for action, jutting intently out before him, thick and veined, beautiful …. I suck in a shaky breath, hoping that I can once again accommodate him with ease and grace. When he’s sheathed within me it’s absolute perfection.
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