Breaking the Chain

by Golden Angel

  A flushed, pink-cheeked Leigh was laid out on his bed, her arms above her head, secured with leather cuffs to the headboard. He was straddling her waist, although none of his weight was on her, watching the rise and fall of her small breasts in her dress, since he hadn't bothered to take it off yet.

  She tugged gently on the cuffs, testing their strength, and shuddered as she realized how strong they were. Jared enjoyed watching the expressions flitting across her face as she processed just how vulnerable she was. Then she looked up at him and that almost scared expression melted away to something more flirtatious. Mischievous.

  "I'll admit, I thought I'd be wearing less clothing if I was ever in this position," she said teasingly, arching her body slightly, trying to tempt him.

  Jared chuckled. "I like to take my time," he said, running his finger over her collarbone as she sucked in a quick, startled breath of air, before he ran his finger down between her breasts. "The restraints are to make sure you can't rush me."

  Leaning down, he caught her lips in a kiss before she could protest that she wouldn't rush him. Leigh was wonderfully impetuous, spontaneous, and would happily rush him without even realizing it. Patience in sexual situations was not one of her virtues, he'd already noticed. He wanted to take his time and make this special for her.

  She wasn't a virgin, but in a way she was entirely new to this. It would take her some time to realize exactly what it meant to be dominated in the bedroom, to give up control to him and let him do whatever he wanted when he wanted it. Now that she was tied down, she wouldn't be able to take control, or move, or even take him by surprise like she had before. Tonight was all about him giving to her, and she was just going to have to take it.

  Jared slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, as he slowly moved his weight, changing his position until he was settled between her thighs, his body lying atop hers, pinning her down. Whimpering against his kiss, Leigh moved underneath him, trying to rub herself against him. Trying to urge him on.

  Chuckling, Jared just deepened the kiss and took his time.

  ******

  She was a tinderbox ready to explode and Jared was the damn, slow-moving fuse that was taking forever to light her up.

  Leigh had always imagined being tied up and vulnerable would be kind of scary, a little nerve-wracking... now she realized it was just incredibly frustrating. She wanted Jared to do anything to her, everything to her, and so far all he seemed to want to do was kiss.

  Not that there was anything wrong with kissing. And damn the man was good at it. But her body was hot and fizzing with need, aching between her thighs for more, but no matter how she whimpered or squirmed underneath him, Jared just kept kissing her.

  And kissing her.

  And kissing her.

  She felt dizzy. Almost faint. Needy. When she tried to rub her body against his, trying to find the right pressure against her clit through their clothing, he'd just let more of his weight fall on her. He wasn't crushing her, but she couldn't move. Couldn't get the right angle on her clit.

  Even worse, being so completely under his control just turned her on even more. She wanted to curse him, but his tongue was in her mouth, keeping her from making anything but inarticulate noises of frustration. His hands slid up and down her arms, and then up and down her sides, making her skin tingle, but not touching her anywhere that she wanted to be touched.

  When he finally pulled his mouth away from hers, her lips felt nearly as puffy and swollen as her pussy from all the kisses. She looked up at him, whimpering as his hard cock pressed against her thigh, her voice catching in her throat as she started to beg.

  "Jared, please... more... touch me... I need to cum... please..."

  "Shh, little girl," he said, lifting his body up off of her as he slid his hands under her back, unzipping the tight dress she was wearing so that he could pull it off of her. It had a built in bra, so she'd gone without, and her nipples were already puckered and hard, standing up and begging to be touched and sucked. When the cool air of the room hit them, she actually moaned... her body was so sensitive right now that even the slightest change in temperature felt like a big deal.

  Jared's eyes glowed, his pupils dilating so wide that they almost looked black, as he looked down at her naked breasts. She arched, offering them up to him, hoping that he would lean down and pull one between his lips...

  Instead he just chuckled again, continuing to tug her dress down over her hips.

  Narrowing her eyes at him, Leigh pressed her thighs together as he tossed her dress onto his floor.

  "Uh-uh, little girl," he said, almost casually smacking the tops of her thighs. "Spread your legs."

  The smacks stung, but Leigh was more shocked than pained. It was suddenly starting to dawn on her that Jared had let her have a lot more control during their last erotic interlude... the key word being let. Now that she was all tied up and at his mercy, he was acting more dominant than ever; ignoring her blatant ploys to drive him into moving at her pace and nonchalantly issuing orders with every expectation that they would be obeyed.

  Slowly, she spread her thighs, shivering as cool air brushed over her pussy lips, Jared's hot gaze flashing admiringly at the show. Completely shaved, every millimeter of her most intimate parts were bared to him... this truly was offering herself up to him, not like she'd pretending to a moment ago by trying to tempt him. This was opening her body to him and waiting to see what he would want to do... where he would want to touch.

  "Please," she whispered, begging, instinctively knowing that it would get her much farther than demanding or even tempting. "Please, Jared, touch me."

  He put his hands on her legs, just above her ankles, and slowly began to slide them up her body, making her moan. What was it with him and wanting to make her a wet, needy puddle? Her legs twitched as his hands slid inexorably upwards, staying on the tops and outer side of her limbs, making her ache even more as she writhed uncontrollably.

  "Please, please, please..." she begged as his hands moved up over her hips, onto her stomach. It felt like her nipples were going to explode, like her clit was burning, she needed to be touched there so badly. When his hands finally cupped her breasts, she actually gasped, her body bowing to thrust the mounds of flesh more firmly into his palms, trying to angle for pressure against her throbbing nipples.

  She didn't even realize she was trying to press her thighs together until her legs pressed against the outsides of his, making her whimper again as her clit pulsed in rhythm with her nipples. Jared leaned down over her and flicked his tongue against a turgid bud, making it wet and even more sensitive.

  "More, Jared, please." Leigh tossed her head as he obliged, taking the aching nipple into his mouth and sucking hard on it. Heat and pleasure shot through her body, straight to her core, and her arms automatically tugged on her restraints, building her sexual excitement as she was reminded that she couldn't move. All she could do way lay there and let Jared play her body like an expert, his free hand beginning to pluck and roll her other nipple so that it was no longer left out.

  Her breasts felt heavy and swollen as he lavished attention on them, switching back and forth between her nipples with his mouth, using his fingers on whichever one was currently being neglected by his tongue. Leigh actually felt tears sparking into her eyes, she was so aroused, so overcome with the bursting need to reach the pinnacle of the long path Jared was taking to her orgasm.

  When he finally began to move his mouth down her stomach, she felt almost dizzy with relief... except that she didn't really want his mouth. She wanted his cock. She wanted him inside of her, splitting her open, filling her up.

  "Noooo, please, Jared, fuck me... I need to feel you in me, please, Jared, now," she begged, using words that - in the past - would have had an immediate and satisfying effect.

  She shrieked with surprise and erotic pain as the flat of his hand came down on her pussy with a wet smacking noise. The swollen lips throbbed even more hotly in response, the tingl
es of pain a sharp and delicious edge against her needy and unfulfilled pleasure.

  "Quiet, little girl," he ordered, in a voice that dared her to defy him. "I don't want to hear another word out of you. This is about what I want, and I want you to come on my tongue at least three times. If you're a good girl, I'll give you want you want. If not, you'll get a spanking and then we'll try again."

  Leigh cried out as his tongue swiped down the center of her wet lips, in both pleasure and frustration. Three times? He had to be kidding. She usually had trouble getting off from manual or oral stimulation just once, much less three times.

  ******

  Seeing the dismay on Leigh's face almost made Jared laugh. He knew his sweet Leigh was a giver. She wasn't used to taking or having all the pleasure focused on her, which was exactly why he was doing this. They'd decided to up the ante on their relationship, and he wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to change her mind. She was already putting up with drama from Marissa. Next week, at this time, she could be receiving her first disciplinary spanking from him. There were some negatives to their relationship, even if she wanted the discipline, and he wanted to show her how he could balance that out.

  Besides which, he was a giver too. While Leigh obviously wanted to be used for his pleasure, she was going to have to get used to satisfying him by letting him pleasure her.

  Tonight he wanted her satiated and limp before he slid into her body. He wanted her to know that he could wring pleasure from her in amounts that she'd never experienced before. He wanted their first time together to be more than just memorable, he wanted it to be explosive.

  Whimpering, Leigh arched her back, trying to press her pussy against him as he lapped at the sweet, musky, almost peachy-flavored cream of her arousal. He slid his hands under her butt, squeezing the soft flesh and lifting her to meet his lips and tongue, making her thighs fall open even wider. As much as he would love to turn her ass pink, he didn't want her thinking that their time together would always include a spanking.

  Unless she spoke again, but he didn't think she would. Leigh might have tried to rush things, but only because she wanted to please him, and she sought to accomplish that the only way she'd ever known how. Since he'd explicitly said that he wanted her to stop talking, that he wanted to make her cum, he knew that she would do her best to follow his instructions. No matter how much she wanted to cry and beg.

  That didn't stop her from moaning, gasping, and crying out as he took her clit into his mouth, driving her straight into her first orgasm of the night. He could sense her shock, even as the pleasure ripped through her, at how quickly she'd cum, despite the extensive foreplay. Smug masculine pride filled him as he let her ride out the waves of pleasure, before he pulled away slightly, allowing her to recover from the climax while he took long, savoring laps up her sweet slit.

  ******

  Leigh shuddered as Jared's tongue continued to delve between her sensitive pussy lips, still in awe that he'd managed to get her off so quickly. She could only chalk it up to how incredibly horny she'd been after all his kisses and the skillful manipulation of her breasts and nipples, making her ready to explode. She doubted she'd come a second time so easily...

  But what he was doing felt so good. Her pussy was so swollen and sensitive, but he did little more than circle her clit with his tongue before delving back down again. She sighed with happiness, enjoying the sensation, hoping that he didn't get mad when it took her a while to cum again. It wasn't that she doubted his determination, but she wouldn't blame him if he got tired of eating her out once he realized that - with her first, needy, orgasm past - she wouldn't have another one quickly or easily.

  She squeaked in surprise as his hands began to slide up the backs of her thighs, pushing them apart and towards her body. It was an even more widespread and vulnerable position than she'd been in before, canting her hips so that every part of her was available to his mouth - which he proved by sliding his tongue down over the crinkled rose of her anus.

  "Eek!" Leigh tried to twist away, but his hands were holding her in firmly in place, making escape impossible. She opened her mouth to say something, but caught his eye and immediately clamped her lips shut at the almost challenging look he gave her. So far he'd only given her one true order - to not say another word - and she wasn't going to break that.

  She gasped as his tongue pressed against her anus again. While she'd heard more than anyone ever needed to about anal play from Jessica and Angel, neither of them had ever really gone into how strangely, perversely good it felt to be tongued there. Jared's gentle ministrations were awakening a whole new set of nerves that she hadn't realized were so sensitive. It made her pussy begin to ache again at the wonderfully dirty, wickedly pleasurable sensations.

  With his hands at the back of her knees, holding her open and down in what was practically a diapering position for a baby, Jared had complete access to whatever part of her he desired. Her arms jerked uselessly at the restraints, reminding her of the sensation of the warm leather around her wrists and her utter helplessness as his tongue danced across her responsive flesh.

  Shifting on the bed, he pressed one of his elbows against the back of her thigh, allowing him to hold her in place while freeing his hand to move down to her pussy. Leigh moaned as his fingers slid between the sodden folds, dragging wet moisture up to her clit and teasing the little bud. The pressure on her swollen nubbin increased as Jared's tongue slid back up between her lips.

  The sudden attention to her pussy from two sources made her gasp and writhe. To her shock, she could already feel a second orgasm approaching. Jared's declaration that he wanted her to cum and her inability to move had freed her usual mental blocks that held her back, and for the first time she was truly able to let go and just feel. She literally couldn't concentrate on Jared's pleasure and making him feel good, she didn't have to think about what he might like, what he might want, all she could do was exactly what he wanted her to - cum.

  Two fingers slid into her pussy, thick and long, probing deep and pressing against her g-spot. Leigh let out a sobbing cry, unlike any noise she'd ever made before, as she writhed against Jared's hand and mouth. Her second orgasm slid under her skin, building in intensity even as she screamed with pleasure, while his fingers stretched her inner muscles and his mouth closed around her clit again.

  The ecstasy crackled across her nerves, so overwhelming that she couldn't even tell where it had started; it seemed to encompass her body in its entirety.

  Jared's fingers twisted, shocking her, elating her, and her body bowed as much as it could under the circumstances. This time he wasn't giving her any space after her climax; he wasn't stopping, he wasn't even slowing down. His fingers continued to plunge into her wet heat, his tongue lashing against her swollen clit as it seemed to expand even further.

  "Please, no! Too much!" She hadn't meant to say the words, hadn't meant to say anything, but they came out before she could stop them as he stimulated her oversensitive flesh and the intense pleasure turned on a knife's edge, becoming almost painful as the concentration of ecstasy became too much for her body to handle.

  "That's not your safe word, little girl," Jared said, before his mouth landed on her clit again, suckling the hypersensitive bud hard.

  Leigh screamed as her third orgasm rolled over her, more powerful than the two that had come before, as if each of them had been a cumulative effort building towards the tsunami of sexual rapture that engulfed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she writhed against Jared, too caught up in her passion to even be surprised at how easily he'd made her body do what he wanted.

  ******

  A delicate pink flush covered Leigh's body, except her pussy which was a dark rose hue, swollen and glistening from her orgasms. She blinked up at him, her eyes unfocused and dazed as he positioned himself above her, her pink lips parted, as if she was about to ask a question.

  Jared leaned down and kissed her, so that he could feel her gasp as he began to
slide into the wet, welcoming heat of her body. She whimpered against his lips and he knew that she would be sensitive, her tissues swollen, and she would be feeling every inch of him as he stretched her open, pushing deep into her body. With his arms hooked into the crooks of her legs, she was bent nearly in half, but she didn't utter a word of protest.

  He groaned in pleasure as she took him in, her tight muscles spasming around him with the aftershocks of her orgasms. There was no resistance, she was completely compliant and submissive beneath him, despite her whimpers and how sensitive she must be, she wanted to give back to him.

  Which wasn't going to take long. He was rock hard and he'd made a wet spot on the bed as he'd leaked pre-cum while he'd made her orgasm for his pleasure. It really had been his pleasure.

  Rocking, he pumped his hips, working himself back and forth until he was balls deep in her body, her wet lips pressing against his groin like a kiss, her channel spasming around every centimeter of his cock.

  Lifting his lips, he looked down at her, enjoying the way her eyelashes fluttered, her lips in an 'o' as she adjusted to having his thick length inside of her.

  "You were a bad little girl, Leigh."

  Her eyes opened fully, focusing on him for the first time, in alarm as he shifted so that he was supporting her weight with one arm.

  "Four words, four swats."

  SMACK! SMACK!

  He switched arms underneath her hips, freeing the other to smack the opposite side of her ass.

  SMACK! SMACK!

  Each swat to her bottom made her clench around him, her body rippling. None of them were particularly hard, but it was enough to sting her skin and make his cock jerk inside of her.

  "Good girl," he murmured as he centered her weight again, pulling out to thrust back in, enjoying the way she smiled at the accolade, her eyes lighting up with inner pleasure.

  "Oooooh..." She gasped and writhed as he began to pump in and out of her body, holding her in the exact right position, her head falling back as she clenched down around him.