by Maren Smith
“Is this more the way you remember me?” he asked her, his dark brow arching as he stood just inside the doorway.
Lauren bit her lip nervously as he approached, listening to her heart pounding away inside her chest. He was utterly breathtaking, and she wanted him. Now more than ever.
“Erm, yes,” she panted. “Except now you’re definitely hotter… Sir.” She added the final word as an afterthought, but she noticed the fact that she’d corrected herself made him smile.
“Well, thank you, sweetheart,” he cooed, reaching the edge of the bed.
Her gaze devoured the strong expanse of his chest. His skin was slightly tanned, and the evidence of his many workouts were clear from how ripped his muscles were. There was a light covering of just the right amount of soft dark hair. He was too much, and she shook her head as if to show it.
“How’s that sweet ass?” he inquired, lowering his upper body to the bed as though he was about to do a hundred pushups. Lauren’s eyes wandered over his muscular shoulders wantonly. She reckoned he could do those pushups too, with no issue.
“It’s fine,” she croaked, her hand moving back to the punished area as she remembered how his large hand had felt as it spanked her.
“Fine, huh? Guess I’ll have to spank you harder next time then…” His tone was playful, but she gulped at the mere suggestion.
“No, Sir, I mean, it’s sore, but…”
It was too late. Blake had crawled the short distance to where she sat, and with one gentle push he had her pinioned to the bed. Lauren groaned carnally at the sensation. Being held down by Blake was making her even wetter, and her hips squirmed beneath him at the realization.
“Tell you what I’m going to do,” he said, grinning at her.
She gazed up at Blake, wide eyed as his large hands maneuvered her arms up the bed next to her face, his fingers lacing between her own.
“I’m going to have to taste that pussy of yours, Lauren. It looks absolutely delicious.” He paused, watching as her face colored at his words.
“Re-really?” she stammered, blinking up at him.
He nodded. “Oh, yes,” he confirmed. “I am going to devour you until you are literally begging me to come.”
Lauren swallowed hard, her mind reeling. None of her other boyfriends had ever pleasured her that way before; in fact, one had made quite a big deal about avoiding the act altogether. “Oh…” It was all she could say, his statement leaving her dumbstruck.
His face shifted from over her, that brow arching the way it did when he was daring her to challenge him. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he replied, tilting his head as his lips lowered to graze over her mouth again. “Don’t you want me to taste you, to pleasure you?”
As he spoke his legs widened on the bed, splaying Lauren’s around him. She panted at the powerlessness of her position, utterly reveling in it. “Yes, Sir,” she gasped, raising her left leg and wrapping it around the back of his pants tentatively. Christ, this feels so good, she thought, her eyes falling closed momentarily. “It’s just, well…”
Her hesitation made Blake draw away. He stared down at her face, pinioning Lauren with his intense stare. She gulped again, missing the connection of his chest against her, and yet more than aware of his rock-solid erection straining inside his uniform. The fact that he was hard for her made Lauren heady.
“No one’s ever done that to me before,” she finally admitted in a whisper.
Blake smiled at her sensually. “You have nothing to worry about,” he purred. “You’re going to love this. In fact, I reckon you’ll love it so much, that you’re going to want to do a lot of squirming and moving about once I get going.” He paused, and the silence bewildered her. She had no clue where this was going, and the thought just made her hotter.
“I’ll try not to move, Sir,” she offered. “If that’s what you want.”
“I can help you with that,” he grinned, shifting his weight and jumping lithely from the bed.
Shocked at his sudden departure, Lauren lifted her shoulders from the bed to see what had garnered his attention. He was standing at the door, reaching into the bag that he’d brought into the room just before. Her eyes nearly burst from their sockets when she saw what he was carrying.
“What the hell is that?” The words flew from her lips before she even had time to think about them.
Blake turned toward her, his expression unimpressed. “Do you want to rephrase that question, sweetheart?” he asked her dryly. “Or do we need to address rule one again before we move to pleasure?”
Lauren shifted awkwardly on the bed, her sore ass reminding her of the appropriate answer. “No, Sir,” she gasped. “I’m sorry. I just…” Her voice trailed away as he stepped closer, holding the implement out in front of him. “I’ve just never seen anything like that before.”
Blake reached the edge of the bed again, his uniform brushing against the soft bedding. He held the mysterious item out, balancing it on both of his palms as he spoke to her. “Come and see for yourself,” he commanded her softly.
She inhaled sharply at the order, but found that her body was obeying, moving her to all fours and crawling the short distance to where he stood. He watched her arrival with a lustful expression, his eyes telling her that he had plenty of ideas about what else he would do to her in that position. When she reached him, she knelt up, surveying the unknown object.
“These are restraints,” he said, reading her confused expression.
She glanced up at him, her eyes questioning. “Restraints?” she repeated, the trepidation obvious in her voice.
“Yes,” he replied, with a reassuring smile.
Her eyes surveyed the long item. It had a circular middle, with a length of metal running from either side, and at each end were smaller circles, each with buckles, presumably for securing things in place. She gulped as the awareness flooded her, her nipples tightening again. “How does it work?” she mumbled, although in truth she felt sure that she already knew.
“Your gorgeous little neck goes in here,” he explained, moving his right hand around the thing so that could demonstrate his words with gestures. “And then, I lock your wrists into place on either side…” The free hand slid right slowly to the waiting cuff as he summarized the scenario.
Lauren took in the look of the thing, her mind painting a torrid image of how she’d look locked into the contraption. The thought terrified her. She’d be completely immobilized, and at his mercy. The latter notion made her pussy flood again. There was just something about being rendered powerless by a sexy, strong man like Blake that enraptured her, but this—this was something else—this was going to require real trust.
“Lauren?” Blake’s commanding timbre snapped her from her self-analysis. “Is this going to be a problem? Do you want to tell me ‘red’ and halt proceedings, or shall I continue?” His eyes flared with authority, that brow rising again of its own accord, as though it dared her to defy him.
She swallowed at his words, her eyes fixed on the restraint still balancing in his left hand. “It’s no problem,” she answered eventually. “But Blake—Sir…” She hesitated again, wrenching her gaze from the implement to his face. “It’s just, it looks petrifying.”
Blake’s expression softened at her admission. “I know,” he told her. “This may be a little alarming at first. I’m afraid you are going to have to trust me.”
The last line was pitched as a question, and Lauren glanced up to see the wry look on his handsome features.
“I know,” she agreed, biting on her lower lip as nervous energy raged through her. “And I do trust you. You saved me once before.” Her eyes flitted south as she considered her own words. “I don’t think you’d do anything to jeopardize that now.”
Blake watched her wordlessly, presumably surveying the internal conflict on her face, as she wrestled with it. Lauren drew in a deep breath. This was something that she’d have to decide for herself. Either she was going to trust him to play, or
she wasn’t. She knew he wasn’t going to force her.
“Yes,” she concluded at length, her green eyes rising to meet his own. “Yes, I trust you, Sir.”
He didn’t suppress the smile that lit up his face at her answer. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he replied, the fingers of his right hand caressing the side of her face with gentle care. “I promise not to do anything to tarnish that trust.”
There was a moment of silence as their gazes locked. The understanding was in place.
“Get back into position now,” he snarled. Blake’s tone was playful, but enough to make her scoot, and she scurried back into her original place.
Moving onto the bed, Blake instructed her to sit while he secured the restraints at her neck. The metal felt cold against her sensitive skin, the contrast sending another wave of electricity straight to her core. He shifted back once the buckle was in place, assessing his handiwork.
“How does that feel?” he asked, desire evident in his voice. “Is it too tight?”
“No, Sir,” she answered, her voice barely audible, all of a sudden.
His eyes sparkled at her reply. “Good, now lie back, Lauren.”
She was flat on her back in seconds, watching in awe as he straddled her, those powerful thighs now just inches from her flushed face. Wordlessly he reached for her wrists, moving each into place with care and precision. She felt the buckles as they tightened into position, her heartbeat ramping up as he concluded and the reality hit her. She was really locked into this thing, and only Blake could release her.
There was a moment in time when he knelt above her, her nipples beading painfully as the weight of his gaze fell over her. His eyes devoured every inch of her face and chest, his own breathing becoming labored. “Now I have you, Miss Roberts,” he told her. “And now the pleasure can begin.”
Chapter Twelve
Lauren tested the restraints out of instinct. The rational part of her brain knew what was happening, knew that she was fastened into the contraption, and yet somehow it didn’t seem possible. She was so utterly helpless like this—so exposed and vulnerable. The reality made her hotter and wetter than she ever imagined she could be.
Blake shifted from her body, sliding to the end of the bed. Caught in the restraints, Lauren waited, wrists bound to the side of her face, her tender ass squirming against the soft covers. His fine form came into full view again as he rose to stand over her, and Lauren’s gaze devoured his hard, sculpted body.
“Lauren.” Blake’s voice had taken on that commanding air again, and her pussy clenched reflexively. “Eyes on my face, please.”
She exhaled, falling back against the bed, and obeyed. It was, after all, not such a difficult request to comply with. Blake looked drop-dead gorgeous as he towered over her, and then slowly, as though he was putting on a private show, he began to strip.
Lauren held her breath, hypnotized as one and then two suspenders dropped from his broad, muscular shoulders. Her eyes were still surveying his naked chest as his fingers dropped south, grazing a line over his rippling abdominals, before beginning to work on his pants. By the time her gaze caught up with them, Blake was already easing the regulation trousers south, stepping out of them with apparent ease. She was practically panting by this point. As if the bondage wasn’t enough to spike her adrenaline, Blake Anderson was now standing right over her bound body, completely nude save for his black boxer shorts. He looked like one of those models she so often saw on city billboards.
Her gaze took in every inch of his body, before inevitably falling over the part that was straining to be free from his boxers. His cock was rock hard and looked absolutely massive. She gulped at the sight of him, consumed with what he was going to do next. The dark lust on his face was sin itself. Lauren watched, helpless, as he dropped to his knees and dove forward onto the bed, maneuvering himself between her thighs. His face stopped at her knees, and he trailed a line of hot kisses up the inside of her right leg.
Oh, fuck… thought Lauren, straining to witness the passionate display. I can’t believe this is really happening. I can’t believe Blake is actually going to…
“Head down now.” His words broke her internal monologue as their eyes locked. “Relax your neck and lie back,” he confirmed, nodding at her to obey. She exhaled slowly, allowing her head to fall south to the soft covers below, but listening for the sounds of his voice again. “Now is not about seeing,” he explained. “Right now, I just want you to feel, to receive…”
His words died away, and the sounds were replaced by the weight of his lips crushing against her inner thigh. She gasped out of instinct, her body tensing as his mouth worked its way north to the crease between her legs and her pussy. By the time he neared her wetness, her hips were rolling up to try to find him.
Blake paused, chuckling at her performance. “What an impatient little thing you are,” he scolded her gently. She mewled, wrists struggling against the contraption that held her in place as her body panted for him. “You will need to learn to wait, sweetheart,” he went on from between her legs. “That is something we can work on.”
All of a sudden, his voice halted, and his lips assaulted the sensitive flesh of her other thigh.
“Oh, fuck!” Lauren whispered, her mind reeling at the rush of sensations. “Oh, God, this is too much!”
Blake didn’t answer her. Instead, he made the same journey north to her wet seam, his mouth traveling in its usual unhurried fashion. The caresses were infuriatingly soft, each kiss tickling her delicate skin and making her squirm all the harder. As he went, those large palms pressed both of her thighs down against the bedding, pinioning her gently into place. Lauren was wet, bound, and helplessly exposed to him now; his for whatever purpose he chose.
Sparks flew through her mind as Blake’s hungry mouth finally reached her pussy. All of the earlier sensitivity seemed to vanish in a heartbeat. Now she wanted him, she wanted this, and she couldn’t wait to have it. He paused, and she whimpered at the delay. What was keeping him? Why did he need to wait, merely appraising the sight of the bound and writhing woman in front of him, rather than devouring her?
* * *
Lauren was sprawled out, legs splayed and her face flushed wonderfully as his restraints held her arms in place in the perfect ‘surrender’ position. She was downright flawless, and his cock throbbed painfully with its need to fill her up. That will have to wait, he told himself. First, he was going to taste this beautiful pussy. He licked his lips slowly at the prospect.
Blake approached her sex with care, eyeing her glistening seam with piqued curiosity. Lauren was soaking wet already. This little woman had evidently enjoyed every inch of her punishment. Holding her thighs in place, he covered her hot pussy in a frenzy of kisses. Her hair was neatly trimmed and allowed him access to her wet seam, which he moved to, dipping his tongue inside, testing her, teasing her.
She jerked at the welcome intrusion, her body responding to the illicit sensation out of instinct. Blake’s tongue picked up the pace, and now, as he lapped at her, she seemed unable to contain her fervor. “Oh!” she gasped, twisting in the restraints.
His right hand shifted from her thigh, snaking up her taut body to where her exposed left breast was waiting. Without lifting his head or pausing his exquisite ministrations, his hand found her nipple, tugging at it mercilessly. She squawked at the unexpected action, apparently as unable to vocalize her protests as she was physically unable to prevent him from playing with her body. She was his now, hopelessly revealed to him. But then, based on what she’d said, she’d been his for a long time. This act was just the completion of one hell of a journey for Lauren, and with each flick of his tongue, he plunged her harder into the pleasure he’d promised.
Her body contorted as he drew away, her sex chasing his mouth, not wanting the passion to end.
“Christ, you taste amazing,” he growled, his voice strained with the evidence of his own desire.
“Please,” she begged him, not caring now ho
w desperate she sounded. “Please, Sir, don’t stop.”
Her eyes flitted to his face, no doubt catching sight of the smirk that crossed his expression at the sound of her words, but his only reply was to crash back down against her sodden pussy again. His mouth attacked her ruthlessly this time, lapping and licking the sensitive flesh until Lauren was moaning above him. She tried to twist her body away from the intensity of his caress, but the hands at her thighs kept her easily in place. As he glanced up he saw her tight little nipples, begging silently for his touch. Obligingly, he reached forward for her right bud this time, and rolled the tantalizing nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The guttural groan that left her lips almost made him come on the spot.
“Oh, God, Blake!” Her cry was hoarse, all of the furling tension in her body fighting to be heard in those three words.
Hearing her burgeoning excitement, he shifted his body, concentrating his attention on her throbbing little clit. He flicked it, testing her reactions, and was met with a volatile jerk of her hips and another loud moan. Naughty little Lauren, he mused. She was so damn wet, and so ready to erupt, and he couldn’t wait to be the man who made that happen. He seized the little nub in his mouth, sucking on it gently as her body rocked beneath him. At the same time, he lowered his hand, leaving her gorgeous little tits bereft as he slid a finger into the wetness below his face. The effect was instantaneous.
“Oh, Sir!” She was screaming by this point. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He growled at that. He could imagine how good that was going to feel only too well. “Not yet, sweetheart,” he purred. “You’re going to come for me first, and only then am I going to have you.”
She mewled, arching her back and pressing her hips forward to receive more of both his finger and his mouth. He rewarded her with a second finger, and eased his face from her clit, flicking it gently with soft laps of his tongue as he glided his digits in and out of her wetness.
