Tied and Tempting

by Maggie Casper

  The fingers of the hand she used to grasp his biceps trembled deliciously. “I do-don’t know.”

  “I saw you watching the whipping scene out front. You must have also at least glanced at some of the other things taking place in the main room. Between those and what you witnessed in the room where the woman was bound, gagged and blindfolded, you must have some ideas as to what you’d like to try.”

  Nash made sure to clearly and slowly enunciate every word, trying to gauge her reaction to each. He wasn’t at all surprised when she answered.

  “I liked seeing the woman tied to the bed.”

  Her voice was husky with desire, her eyes glazed just a bit, but it was the way she longingly spoke the words that caught his attention and held it. He wanted to kiss her in a bad way. Kiss away her doubts. Yet in the darkest recesses of his mind, her fear of the unknown was part of what turned him on.

  “Mmm, bondage. Good choice.”

  Nash gave her a look he prayed was as wicked as the day was long. He wanted to keep Mira on her toes, to tease and titillate her senses. But most of all, he wanted her to crave more when they were done.

  After giving her the simple command to go sit on the very large, very sinister-looking chair located in the center of the room, Nash turned away to rifle through his bag. He’d expected some sort of argument or at the very least questions. It was a pretty common occurrence for someone new to the lifestyle when commanded to do something, especially when that something involved a chair such as the one dominating the room. Made of solid wood specifically for the purpose of play, the chair had a section missing from the seat. It was constructed so a dildo could be attached to the area that was solid, leaving only part of the person’s lower anatomy exposed depending on how they were sitting on the chair.

  If Mira were facing forward in the traditional style, she could have a dildo in her pussy and her ass would be bare for whatever his mind could conjure up. On the other hand, if she straddled the base of the narrow-backed chair, she could have the fullness of a toy in her ass. In this position, her pussy would be open for play through the missing section of the base. The thing Nash liked best about this position was that it left the receiver’s back exposed to other tools of the trade such as the lash of a whip or flogger.

  Just the thought of it sent his pulse through the roof.

  The high back of the chair had a multitude of eyebolts as did the arms and legs. There was no end to the possibilities when it came to the chair and bondage play.

  Nash found the things he was looking for. With his hands full, he walked with slow and measured steps back to Mira. She sat as pretty as you please on the chair looking just like the princess she was. Her face was close to being devoid of emotion. The only outward sign of her nervousness was the way she wiggled her toes back and forth.

  Nash pulled a folding chair to the center of the room and placed it so it was facing Mira. When he sat, their knees nearly touched. “We’re going to try several things on you. You get to pick which you’d like to try first.”

  With slow, methodical motions, he draped first a lockable leather wrist cuff over his lap. Attached to it was a small padlock that clacked against the metal ring it was locked on to in a way that made his blood heat and his cock throb. Nash could nearly picture Mira walking around his condo nude with nothing more than leather cuffs surrounding her ankles and wrists.

  Next came a standard set of metal handcuffs with key, and last but not least, two lengths of rope. Both the same length, one was synthetic, made of nylon and smoother to the touch than the natural fibers of the red hemp rope he’d had sent straight from Japan.

  Nash watched intently as Mira stroked each item briefly before picking them up one by one as if to weigh them in the palm of her slightly shaky hand. Once she’d worked her way through each one and had lowered them back to his lap, she lifted her gaze to his.

  “That one first.”

  Surprisingly, she’d chosen to try the metal cuffs. “Why?” She had his curiosity piqued.

  “Because they seem the scariest so I wanted to get them over with.”

  He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did it never occur to you that I had set out choices for you but had never mentioned you were required to try them all?”

  She seemed to ponder his question for a brief moment. “No, it didn’t. You told me to choose which one I wanted to try first. I just assumed the rest would follow.”

  “Assumptions will get you into trouble, Mira.”

  “I’m beginning to realize that.” She quirked a brow in what appeared to be irritation, making Nash smile. He enjoyed her shyness but had an extra-special fondness for the sassiness she let slip through every now and again.

  “So you still want to start with the metal cuffs?” He was playing out the conversation to the bitter end. There was an overwhelming need to rile Mira just a bit, to see her eyes light with an inner fire and watch her chest rise and fall as her breath quickened.

  “If I don’t have to, then I think I’ll just skip them and start with the leather cuff instead.” Mira seemed extremely happy about the change, a smug little smile curving her mouth.

  Nash, the sadistic bastard that he was, could hardly wait to see what her reaction would be when he burst her bubble. “I didn’t say you didn’t have to, little mouse. I was just curious as to what your second choice would be. Of course if you don’t want to continue, you know how to stop things.”

  Her jaw fell nearly to the floor just before she narrowed her eyes at him. “Is there anything you need to say?” Nash was being a dick and he knew it, but there was just something about Mira that screamed masochist, making the sadist in him want nothing more than to push her so he could watch her struggle before helping her through every step of what he had planned.

  When she refused to say anything more, Nash locked one of the cuffs snugly around her right wrist. The other he closed around her left but loosely enough that she could pull her hand free if she chose to do so. Whether she noticed it or not, he had no clue, and he didn’t plan to hand her that little piece of information unless he thought it was absolutely necessary.

  Mira stared down at the cuffs binding her hands together. Her face was flushed beautifully. The rapid breathing that all but caused her breasts to escape over the top of her corset gave away arousal Nash was sure she would deny when asked.

  “I bet if I reached beneath your skirt and checked, your panties would be soaked again. Or maybe still.”

  His words brought even more color to her cheeks and her gaze instantly to his. Nash grasped the center chain of the cuffs, lifting the hand she’d had buried between her thighs to the level of his nose where he proceeded to inhale deeply.

  “Maybe I should make you play with your pussy again, this time with your skirt around your waist so I can see.”

  A throaty moan escaped her lips. Nash wasn’t sure whether it was the idea of submitting to him or the fact that he’d just sucked her fingers into his mouth. “Like that thought, do you?”

  “Bastard.”

  This time he laughed outright. “Oh, you have no idea, baby, none at all.”

  Chapter Three

  Mira couldn’t help but stare at him. Nash’s wavy black hair brushed the collar of his shirt, giving him a rakish look she’d loved from the very fist time she’d seen him. Although his hair made her fingers ache to be buried in its softness, it was his eyes that drew her in, warming her all the way to her core.

  To Mira they were more silver than gray, sort of like gunmetal and just as lethal. He could stop a person dead in their tracks with no more than a look, and right now, he was looking at Mira.

  Although it took willpower she didn’t know she had, Mira held his gaze. She couldn’t help but wonder exactly who Nash Jameson was. How had she missed this side of him? He’d always seemed strong in his convictions and sure of himself in a way most people were not, but the man sitting before her, removing a pair of metal handcuffs from her wrists, was an unknown oddity. />
  “It’s probably best to keep your wide green eyes to yourself, little mouse. At least for now.”

  Nash was blunt in his wants and desires and Mira suspected he was holding back marginally for her benefit. More than likely due to her obvious naïvety when it came to the lifestyle he seemed so comfortable in.

  She thought briefly of challenging him. Briefly being the key word, but something deep inside warned there would be no winning when it came to a battle of wills between herself and Nash so she relented by lowering her gaze.

  He’d finished removing the metal cuffs and was now wrapping her wrist with the soft leather one she’d made her second choice. It was not as cold as the metal and felt rather nice against her skin, warming it to the temperature of her body not long after Nash had secured the little padlock to it, trapping her wrist within its confines.

  At that very moment, Mira wanted nothing more than to feel the matching cuff hugged snugly around her other wrist and Nash’s mouth on hers.

  “All done. How does the leather feel?”

  Nash kept his voice low and so gently soft it made Mira ache to hear her name spoken in the very same tone. If that happened, she’d probably embarrass herself by melting onto the floor in a big gooey puddle at his feet.

  “I like it.” She spoke the words without lifting her gaze to meet his. Why, she had no idea. She didn’t belong to him and yet somewhere deep inside her was a nearly overwhelming need to please him.

  Mira twisted her wrist around to get a better look at the cuff, causing the padlock to clank against the metal ring it was attached to. It was a fairly scary occurrence to realize the sound was one she could easily fall in love with.

  “Good girl.” Nash used a finger beneath Mira’s chin to lift her face to his, once again bringing their gazes together. “You catch on very fast.”

  It was absolutely, fucking, mind-boggling crazy!

  That was the thought to cross through Mira’s mind when she realized not only was she smiling at Nash’s praise but her pussy was all but gushing. She was so damn aroused by what he was doing to her, the words he was speaking and the tone he was speaking them in. Not tackling him to the floor was becoming increasingly hard.

  Nash’s next question jerked Mira right out of her lust-induced dream of screwing his brain’s out.

  “Before we try the rope, I was curious if you’ve ever been spanked or had a crop used on you?”

  “Is that something you like to do?”

  He narrowed steel gray eyes at her. “A question should be followed by an answer, Mira, not another question.”

  She sighed. “No, I’ve never been spanked and have no idea what a crop is unless you mean the thing riders use when horseback riding.”

  Mira was surprised she’d been able to keep her voice from quavering. She was unsure if she’d irritated him or not, but the question still stuck in her mind so she asked him again. “Is that something you like to do?”

  An irresistibly devastating grin curved his lips. “The crop is pretty much one and the same and yes, spanking in its various forms is something I like to do. There is just something about seeing a fiery blush spread across the pale flesh of a woman’s ass that I love.”

  Would she like to be spanked? Mira wasn’t sure. Unlike Aubrey, she’d always been the good one and couldn’t remember ever being spanked, even as a child. The thought of a few well-placed taps on the ass did sound erotic as hell and like good fun, but a crop? Could she handle that type of pain?

  “How about we experiment a bit before getting to the rope? The same rules apply. All you have to do if things go too far for your comfort is to say your safe word and everything will come to a screeching halt.”

  “What do I do?” Had she lost her freaking mind!?

  “Stand up and facing the chair, place your hands flat on the solid part of the seat. For tonight, I’ll warm you up a bit with my bare hand and then I’ll use a crop. Just a few times so you can get the feel of it. Nothing extensive or intense, just a taste is all.”

  Mira’s mind grasped on to the “for tonight” part of Nash’s little speech. What did he mean by that? And was she really going to go through with this?

  Of course you are. The little devil inside of her taunted. She was more turned-on than ever before. Mira could feel the dampness between her thighs and felt achingly empty.

  Doing as asked, she kept her gaze locked on Nash’s as she stood. It was hard to turn away from him but somehow she found the strength to do just that. Leaning over to place her palms on the partial seat of the chair brought heat to her cheeks.

  Mira knew the position would all but bare her to his view. Nash groaned low in his throat, an appreciative sound that made Mira feel less embarrassed about what she was doing.

  The feel of his fingers as they glided gently up the back of her thighs was intoxicating. When he reached the hem of her skirt, Mira felt him lift its short length until her ass was completely bare, her skirt pooled at the small of her back.

  She was expecting a bit of petting, possibly the feel of a finger or two parting her folds, so when his hand cracked against her ass, she was completely unprepared.

  Her gasp must have fueled Nash’s desire. “Mmm, you are so fucking sexy.”

  Mira wanted to answer that really she wasn’t, but the sting of the next few swats nearly stole her breath, robbing any words she might have uttered. Leaving her with only the ability to moan through the experience.

  Heat radiated across Mira’s ass, zooming straight to her clit, and for a moment the only thought to go through her mind was that she wanted to come more than she needed to take her next breath.

  Mira had just reached the point where the words she was thinking were going to tumble out of her mouth when Nash stopped.

  He just stopped. No warning, no nothing. Not even the benefit of a reach around to get her off. Didn’t he know how close she was, damn him?

  The sound she made was definitely more growl than anything else. When Mira moved to stand, Nash placed one of his large hands in the center of her back.

  “Stay right where you are, Mira.”

  Her ears buzzed and her ass burned. She was on fire inside and out and didn’t want to stay where she was. She wanted to ride Nash’s cock for all she was worth.

  “Why’d you stop?” Wow! Slurred and distant, her voice sounded nothing like it usually did.

  The hand Nash had on her back stroked the length of her spine before moving over her ass. Mira hissed out the breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding.

  “Did you change your mind about trying the crop, little mouse? If so, you need only to say the word.”

  Oh hell! The feel of his big hand landing against her bare ass had indeed caused a small lapse of memory, but there was no way Mira was saying anything to make him stop. Not now and maybe not ever.

  The thought struck with such force, Mira jerked. Had it not been for the first flick of the crop planting her firmly back in the position she’d been instructed to hold, she might very well have run for the door.

  Not ever? What in the hell are you thinking? her mind screamed.

  The only reason Mira was unable to give voice to the question or to place motion to her inner need to run was because the continued landing of the crop sent her mind whirling. Was it possible that such a wicked implement could in actuality be used for sheer erotic pleasure?

  Evidently so.

  Not wanting to push too far too fast, Nash only delivered a few stinging strokes with the crop before dropping it to the floor and pulling Mira into his arms. He had an overwhelming need to taste her and feel her body against his.

  With one hand wrapped around her ponytail, he held her in place for his kiss. The touch of their lips sent off a round of explosions that grabbed his body and refused to let go, causing his cock to lengthen and pulse in need.

  Nash felt Mira in every molecule of his being, the same as he felt her hands clutching his back, urging him closer as if she wanted to climb
right inside him.

  “Fuck, baby. You taste so good.”

  He groaned deep in his chest at the thought of how sweet Mira’s pussy might taste. Unable to keep the thought to himself, Nash tugged her head back until they were staring intently at each other.

  “I bet your pretty pink pussy would taste even better. What do you think, baby?”

  Mira’s green eyes widened even as her body trembled against his. “Like that thought, do you?”

  It was a rhetorical question. One Nash didn’t expect an answer to. Because of that, he was surprised when she did answer.

  “Oh yes.” Her voice trembled. She sounded breathless as if she’d just run a marathon. It aroused Nash to no end to know her reaction was due to him.

  “How about we try the rope now?”

  Mira nodded then said words that staggered Nash. “Will you tie me up good? Not like this.” She lifted her single, leather-shackled wrist. “I want to know I can’t get out. I don’t want one wrist left loose like with the metal cuffs or free like this.” With those seductive words, Mira held up her free wrist.

  And just when Nash thought she’d used up every surprise tactic on him, she sucker punched him in the gut with a coy look and breathy plea.

  “Will you take me while I’m tied up?”

  Nash was afraid he hadn’t heard her correctly. Or maybe they weren’t placing the same meaning to the term “take me”. He had to be sure.

  “You want me to tie you up and fuck you, little mouse? Is that what you’re asking?”

  Mira lowered her lashes, hiding herself from him. It was something Nash would not allow at this stage in the game. He wasn’t willing to chance any confusion or miscommunication on the part of either of them.

  “Look at me, Mira.”

  It took her a few seconds to comply with his softly worded command but when she did, Nash saw deep into her soul through the endless depths of her beautiful eyes. She wanted him in a way he was almost sure she’d never wanted another man.