Branded

by Tilly Greene

  If he wanted to pique her interest with what might happen next, he’d already done that in spades.

  It was odd, but her excitement grew with each trip he made back into the room. A volcano smoldered inside her body. With only his footsteps, breathing, and existing in the same space as her, Sunny experienced physical passion. The signs of being turned on were there by her hardened nipples, how she breathed more deeply, and a delicious throbbing between her legs where a pool of moisture formed.

  This wasn’t stress sweat, but need, and it gathered momentum with each step he made.

  Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on calming her mind and body. She needed to talk them both back from the edge of climaxing without a touch. She wanted him, badly, and found it easy to get excited about anticipating his hands and mouth on her. The unknown pushed her desire for gratification even further. They were about to do a scene and she couldn’t wait to get started.

  Thankfully, as usual with them, they were on the same page.

  “Are you ready?” he asked from where he stood behind her, close enough that his breath traced down her back. Her nipples tightened further and poked out from her breasts. They weren’t big, but they were hers—besides, they suited her boyish figure.

  Of course she was ready. However, it took a few moments for consent to form verbally. “Ready, Sir.”

  “Let me help you stand,” he told her and rested his hands on her shoulders. With her nod, he helped her up and turned her to face him. At some point he’d removed his shirt and shoes and wore only his jeans. There was no belt leaving them to hang low and entice her to touch the exposed flesh.

  She needed to cast her mind to something else before she came by herself.

  No belt. Maybe he’d set it aside for her to use later. With a shake of her head, Sunny pushed away the temptation to guess what may or may not happen. She set about clearing the mental space she needed to participate in and enjoy their scene.

  Court bent down to pick up something. The second she caught a glimpse of it, her breath froze in the back of her throat. It was the hood. She was excited for whatever would to happen next, but also a little intimidated.

  The unknown element of what they were about to do started to overwhelm her. With effort, she turned away any negative aspects trying to push into her mind and the scene, and willingly embraced the unknown. Sunny reminded herself that not knowing what to expect excited her. She breathed deeply and finally found her mental place for their playtime to take root.

  Settling in, she waited for him to start in earnest.

  The hood dropped over her head and rested there while he fussed with it, pulling it down until it sat in place. The eyes were uncovered, ears and muzzle unzipped, strings unwoven and the hood stayed unbuckled. The leather tenderly rested over her face while she waited for him to close her off.

  Her lover turned her back around and started to tighten the strings down her skull. Inch by inch he firmly pulled the strings before moving on to the next strands of leather. Once they were all tight and secure, he didn’t tie the ends off but instead came back around and held her hands.

  “What order do you want me to close things off? Eyes, ears, mouth?”

  After taking a moment to think, she told him her preference. “I want to hear your voice to the end. I guess mouth, eyes, and ears last.”

  “Fair enough,” he offered with a hint of a grin.

  Once he placed a kiss on her lips, he held the muzzle together and zipped it closed. She could breathe fine, through her nose and mouth, and told him how she could. Even though she said something, it was obvious he couldn’t hear her. He asked his own question which she heard fine.

  “You okay?” he asked while rubbing his hands soothingly up and down her arms.

  Because she now understood he could only hear her mumbling, she nodded her head and tried to show him with her eyes she was doing fine. The more she thought about it, the more excited she was about what he was going to do to her in this scene. Sensory deprivation may be scary for some, but it wasn’t for her. She would only feel now, and she was excited for the scene to start in earnest.

  Next he snapped the eye coverings on and turned her again to retighten the strands of the mask.

  The darkness was not all bad, she decided while he worked on the back of the hood. Her breathing deepened, her heartbeat sped up as well, and then Court stepped away from her. She was surprised at how isolated and alone she felt. Nothing but blackness surrounded her and she moved her hands out to find something. Fingers met nothing solid, only air.

  Utter isolation caught her by surprise. Sunny knew she wasn’t alone and yet it was exactly what she experienced. Maybe because she knew he stood there, and would be there if she needed him, she wasn’t scared.

  The hood felt like a second skin. The muzzle was zipped closed and the eyes were covered. He couldn’t hear what she said and she couldn’t see what was going on. She’d been blindfolded before and could get over the no sight thing. The two together were another door for them to go through. Although she started to think lack of hearing would be difficult for her to handle.

  Court stepped close behind her, pressing his body against hers as he cupped her breasts in his hands. Leaning in, he put his mouth right by her ear and talked in a normal voice.

  “You’re doing beautifully, sweetheart. I know you can do this.” Her confidence in handling the silent darkness was boosted by his assurance, and she nodded her head in response.

  “I’m going to…” he started to say as he plucked her nipples. They may not be big, but she definitely enjoyed them being played with. “I’m going to secure your arms to the stretcher bar. We’ve used it before. You know how securely it is attached to the ceiling. I don’t want you to worry about anything, only feel and come as often as you want.”

  Nodding easily, she was comfortable with them using the hook in the ceiling. They’d used it before, many times, and everything had been fine.

  Padded cuffs surrounded her wrists and were firmly secured with strips of Velcro. It wasn’t tight enough so her circulation was cut off, but they wouldn’t move. The cuffs weren’t connected to each other, although she knew they each had a chain and clip he’d use to attach them to the bar.

  The throbbing in her pussy picked up its pace. She had a long way to go before any real relief, but hopefully he’d gift her with a climax or two before then.

  The bar swung gently against her back and she was ready to be secured to it. The bar was moved in front of her where he held it against her hipbones. Its presence alone had her breathing faster. Eager to show she was in the right place for what he wanted to do, she moved her hands to rest in front of her. Holding them out in supplication, she patiently waited for the next step.

  There wasn’t long to wait. He took one cuffed hand and clipped the chain onto the o-ring on the end of the bar before he secured the other. Her arms were held a tiny bit more than shoulder width and it wasn’t uncomfortable.

  Before they went further, he put something in her hand and closed it around the item. The belt. She knew what it was for, a replacement for her to voice a pause or stop word. The words had never been voiced before and she thought they wouldn’t this time, but her lover was prepared for anything.

  “This is my belt. Hold it. I’ll stop immediately if it drops to the floor. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

  Nodding and saying yes she did apparently wasn’t enough for Court. Sunny laughed when he told her to drop it as a trial. Of course she dropped the belt, but was sure she wasn’t going to need the emergency measure. He put it back in her hand and reminded her again what it was for.

  “Remember. If the belt drops, I’ll stop what I’m doing immediately.” He waited for her to nod again and moved until he stood behind her. Even though she wasn’t cold, his chest was warm. She enjoyed how it pressed against her back, offering heat and comfort.

  They stood together, two individuals who loved each other, for a few minutes. Maybe he waite
d for her breath to calm back down and maybe he was finding his zone before he started. Whatever it was, she relaxed and fell into the scene. She was his to pleasure and in return, she’d come.

  “You look beautiful right now,” he whispered in one ear and zipped it closed. Moving his hands down to her hips, he held on before his fingers started to circle her hipbones. His breath gently whispered over her shoulder before his lips pressed a few soothing kisses there.

  “I love you, sweetness,” he told her and zipped the last ear closed.

  She was shut off from all except the result of what he did to her physically and what went through her head. Only darkness surrounded her until Court wrapped his arms to encircle her chest and hold her close. The warmth radiating from him intoxicated her. His love was there with each beat from his heart as it pounded against her back.

  The place he’d put her in with a simple clasp was bright and beautiful. Pressing a kiss to one shoulder, he started to tighten the strips of leather lacing the hood closed. Her senses were locked down except for her ability to feel his touch. Then, as if she was watching it happen to someone else, he secured the buckle around her neck. After he ran a finger between the leather hood and her neck, ensuring there was room, her lover stepped away.

  She heard and saw nothing. All she could do was wait for him to touch her in some way. Her curiosity and excitement grew further.

  Suddenly her arms started to rise and she gripped the belt even tighter while holding her breath. Once she was comfortable with what was happening, Sunny realized her legs were free to move and they did. Pleasure robbed her of being able to stand still. She needed to move, encourage him to touch her.

  It didn’t take long before the bar holding her arms stopped moving when they reached her chin. There was no discomfort, but even if he asked and she heard his query, there was no way for her to verbally answer him. She was closed off in every way but to his touch. Confusion at how they were supposed to communicate took over. The warmth surrounding her started to disappear and the feeling of loss embraced her mind.

  Whenever they’d played before their connection fed the next step. Apparently they weren’t going to communicate with her senses shut off from him. Were they supposed to interact? The more she looked at it, the sooner she accepted they weren’t going to. She was there to feel and nothing else. Maybe coming and enjoying was all she was supposed to get out of their scene.

  Court’s finger ran down her spine and back up, pulling her from the dark pit where she’d started to settle. There, all she needed was for him to touch her and she was back in the bright light. Interesting how easy it would be to feel lost and alone, but she wasn’t. Her lover was there and he wasn’t going anywhere.

  Big, strong, rough hands slowly smoothed the flesh from her hips to almost under her arms. They moved around and gently cupped her breasts before they started to pinch and twist her hardened nipples.

  When he moved away this time, she was better prepared for the temporary loss of his presence. She relived his touch over and over again. A path of flames followed wherever he touched her body. It burned deliciously and she wanted more.

  “More, please touch me again.”

  Even though she asked, Sunny knew he couldn’t hear anything she said. The pleading was only for her.

  There were no hints of what would come steal her breath when he returned with a touch. Excitement and thrills abounded. It was like she was speeding down a winding road without any brakes. He dipped a finger bigger than it had ever seemed before inside her pussy and gently swirled around. In her mind, the digit was large, almost like a second cock.

  A second finger was added and she couldn’t breathe. The fullness was wonderful and sent her closer to coming with each thrust and twirl. He added another finger to the mix, only this one rubbed over her clit.

  She wanted to grab his hand and bump and grind against it, only she couldn’t. Even though she couldn’t see for herself, she knew when a pink flush washed across her face and over her breasts. Surrounded by heat, she was comforted by its presence.

  Court thrust the two fingers inside her pussy, then pulled them free before he pushed a flat oblong shaped object inside. It wasn’t big, but whatever it was suddenly rumbled to life. A vibrator. She knew the one they had, it was pink and remote controlled.

  The slow, steady vibrations fed her desire to climax. She’d been eager to come with his fingers and the toy would take her even higher without any excuses.

  “Excuses? Fat chance of using those,” Sunny said and laughed. There would be no excuses because he couldn’t hear anything she said through the hood.

  There was a great deal she wanted and couldn’t ask for anything. She wanted relief, but none came her way. She couldn’t stop her legs from moving closer together and wasn’t sure why they clasped closer together. Whether it was to stop him from taking the vibrator or to keep it from slipping out, she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. The rumbling she was treated to felt delightful.

  A hand on her ass squeezed a cheek before the other joined in. Two hands jiggled her small backside until she believed she had a bodacious booty. Even though it was dark beneath the hood, her eyes closed and she fell into simply feeling.

  Cool lubricant slipped along her crack and stole her breath away. She was ready for whatever toy he introduced back there, although she had a good idea what it was.

  Fingers played, scissored, and spread her back rose. The digits moved easily because she wore a plug most days. It was their special brand and marked her as belonging to him and him alone. A shiny obsidian stone plug with a ring they often tied to her collar and flat end reading This Woman is Heart Mate of Courtland Dickerson, Lucky Double D.

  Plugging her backside was no simple toy. The device was something they had together, connecting them much as a wedding band would.

  With a vibrator and plug buried inside her body, the man had managed to make her feel taken without his cock anywhere inside her. He moved away and she was left to absorb what was happening by focusing on all she experienced. It wasn’t hard to do and she could only smile as pleasure took over.

  Sunny accepted she was in for a wild and wonderfully erotic scene, she only hoped she survived.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Stepping back, Court looked at his lover. With gratitude, he thanked everyone and everything that helped bring Sunny into his life. The world had brightened and opened wide for him when she said yes to his request for a date. Without facing any serious problems, only bumps and pebbles, they’d found their way in building a relationship while growing their prospective businesses.

  As far as he knew, the only place she had no boundaries whatsoever that centered around sex. She was, he believed, a true voluptuary. For him, such a person loved sex and sought it out or connected with the person or people who indulged them and their needs. He was the perfect person for her. It helped that he was constantly horny, although sex was something he’d had whenever and with whoever until Sunny came into his life.

  They had a great relationship and it was only getting better. They were compatible in that they wanted to try anything at least once. In the beginning of their relationship they’d talked about taking a step further into the bondage realm and, so far, it was going well albeit slowly.

  Hands on hips, he took in her beauty. He’d spent a great deal of time in Hollywood and had spent some time at the top. All it had given him was money, a problem with drugs and alcohol, and women. There was nothing real about the ladies he’d hooked up with, which made Sunny even more beautiful in his eyes.

  Sunny was completely naked except for the leather horse hood and there was nothing to stop him from looking his fill.

  With her blonde hair and blue eyes hidden, he found her silky white skin enticing. He wanted to run his fingers over every inch. Even though she was tiny, her legs seemed to go on forever. He was glad he’d ditched the idea of her wearing boots for their scene. Her tidy pubes, flat belly, and hip bones protruding from eithe
r side drew his attention next.

  Buried between her legs was a vibrator they’d used before. He had the remote control device, which meant at the moment he controlled her orgasms.

  Reaching into his pocket, he pressed the button and made it go a little faster. Her head fell back and her hips shook. He smiled and knew she was feeling horny. The plug in her ass, he believed, was a comfort element because she wore it often.

  For a second he could swear she cried out. He hoped she had, but either way, he knew she’d come. A flush covered her entire body along with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her hips moved a little less surely and finally stopped as her head dropped forward.

  One observation he made about the hood was how he didn’t particularly like her silent orgasm. He wanted to hear her cry out, moan, and sometimes beg for relief. She did nothing, and he decided he’d leave the muzzle open next time they used the hood. His lust was fed by her pleasure and he needed to hear her enjoyment.

  The leather hood was made by the same guy who had made the plug and the unique black horse and saddle dildo she’d been riding when they met. The artisan’s workmanship was fantastic. If, no, when another idea popped into his head, Court knew he’d definitely go back to him again.

  It was hard to ignore what she wore on her head. The hood was interesting, but it cut her off from seeing, hearing, and speaking. He was concerned about how she was doing and hadn’t a clue how to ask and get an answer. While he couldn’t discern any hints she was uncomfortable, he watched closely for the slightest move which said she was no longer at ease.

  The fact she seemed to be fine with the hood pleased him on a few different levels. They needed lots of mutual trust to do this and she had handed it to him with a smile. He knew she trusted him and his ability to fulfill her needs, but for some reason he believed this was something bigger. They’d made another step forward and closer together in their relationship when he’d placed the hood on her.