by Kyoko Church
‘Pull up my skirt!’ Zoe shrieked, shocking herself. Everything stopped and the Lord leaned over the table, his mass daunting and exciting, crushing her deeper into the barely cushioned slate.
‘Excuse me?’ he hissed, as if he was about to resist her demand, but his hand trailed down the back of her thigh to where her hem dug in from her trying to spread her legs.
‘I said, pull up my fucking skirt.’ She didn’t know why but her utter arousal had brought with it a heady rage that made her feel feral and wanton and she didn’t care.
‘As the lady wishes,’ he whispered and the warmth of his breath lingered as he left to take his position immediately behind her. She relaxed her stance to allow his hands access to the hem and he gripped it tightly. A squeal leapt from her throat as she realised that he absolutely was not going to pull her skirt up. He was going to pull it apart. And he did. With a roar he ripped the garment all the way to the waistband. Zoe was wet beyond belief as she imagined the scene he must be witnessing. She willed him to pull her knickers down over her buttocks and, just as she thought it, he did it. Pressing her toes into the ground, she raised her heels to give him the very best vantage point and held still for the next round of spanking. It came. She heard the first slap of flesh on flesh before she felt the sting. Oh, and the sting! Every muscle and sinew tensed as he administered smack upon smack to her exposed rump. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she realised he was whispering something over and over.
‘Relax, just relax.’ His voice was hypnotic and she began to let herself drop into the sound of it, while somewhere in the distance the smacking continued, pulling her out of herself into an inferno of heat and raw arousal. ‘That’s it, that’s it …’ A new rhythm to ride on, over and over. Her mouth was gaping and wet, hungry with the need to suckle something just as her pussy clenched and reached to his fingers. The smacking slowed and his palm lingered for seconds at a time on her searing flesh. Sometimes a fingertip trailed into her wet, hot slit. She bucked towards it, pulling on her restraints, beginning to tense up again and come back into her body.
He stopped smacking altogether now and calmed her by smoothing one hand up her back and into her hair, massaging her scalp while rubbing her bottom with the other hand. Every nerve ending was connected; she could see that now as her hair tingled. He slowly slid two fingers into her mouth and groaned as she took them deep into her, daring him to do the same in her pussy. He did, sliding his fingers forcibly into her desperate cunt while she suckled. She undulated her hips as he fucked her harder, swapping his fingers for his thumb so he could reach down to her aching clit, which was burning and ready for release. She closed her eyes tight and focused on that tiny nub that would soon take her over. Then he withdrew, from both her mouth and her pussy. She felt empty, hollow. Writhing and spreading herself as wide as she could, she begged him with her every move to fill her up again.
‘I can see you might need a lesson in patience,’ he said, wandering slowly to the other end of the table then dipping down as if to cue up a shot. His face was wickedly handsome and he smiled as his eyes raked his creation. ‘You look magnificent, tied up like this. Though I think you may be a little free for my liking. A little too easy to get to.’ Zoe stared at him and hoped her eyes conveyed her fury at being left on the brink of the horniest orgasm she’d ever had. Her arousal was ebbing away, leaving her pussy hot and twitching. The only thing that kept her from demanding to be released was curiosity. What would he do to her next?
He rose and disappeared into the darkness beyond the billiard table. Zoe could just make out the long shafts of cues lined up along one side, and she shivered as she saw his shadowy figure walk past them. And then he was back behind her, crouching low. He briefly trailed his stubbly jaw across the tender flesh on her buttocks and she winced, wondering if he would dive his tongue into her juicy lips. He didn’t. He grabbed each ankle and roughly pulled her feet together. Zoe thought she heard a snapping of fabric or a belt and shivered with the delicious terror of not knowing what was going on.
Something was being wound around her ankles, then calves, not too tight, but enough to mean business. It felt like strapping or thick bands of fabric, almost like a bandage. It was being wound and wound all the way up, getting a little tighter each time until she felt like she was being made into some sort of dry-land mermaid. He stopped just below the crease of her buttocks and secured the strap. Now Zoe was completely stuck. She liked it. She liked the way he now began to massage her bum with strong long fingers, coaxing her arousal into play once more. She was glad to be at his mercy and, when he pressed against her and she felt his hard-on rage through his trousers, she was glad to be the one causing it.
He rubbed harder now, squeezing together then parting her fleshy buttocks rudely to reveal a sight that Zoe could only imagine. And she did: she put herself in his place, staring down at her swollen red cunt begging to be filled, and she moaned as he slid one of those sexy long digits right into it. She clenched tight, trying to hold it there, but her juices were flowing and he easily escaped her grip. This time she was rewarded with two fingers. She was amazed how easily accessible she was despite her bonds.
‘You look so good, so ready,’ he murmured, still working her.
‘I am ready,’ she purred back, hoping that, if he was looking for her permission to fuck her, he knew he had it.
And then she heard the clink and slide of a buckle being undone and a belt slid from its loops. Zoe braced herself for the sting of leather on flesh but relaxed as she heard it drop to the floor along with his trousers. Looping her fingers around her ropes, Zoe pulled tight, making her mound jar against the table, sending little shock waves into her clit, just as he spread her ass cheeks wide and plunged his cock right into her. He withdrew and immediately slammed hard again, then again, giving her no time to catch her breath. She was exhilarated and – astonishingly with no direct pressure on her clit – began to feel the well and rise from deep within her ravished pussy. It built to such intensity that she was terrified he might stop or change rhythm, so she had to scream out, ‘Don’t fucking stop!’
And he didn’t. If anything he gained momentum and her pussy began to writhe and spasm, the pleasure mounting until Zoe couldn’t hold on any more and let out a yell as she climaxed all over the achingly hard cock that was buried deep inside her. Two more thrusts and she felt the unmistakable shudder and still of the Lord coming right into her very depths. He collapsed on top of her and they breathed hard together until everything slowed and Zoe couldn’t bear the crushing weight of him on her ribcage any longer.
‘I can’t breathe,’ she whispered and he lifted off her with a quiet apology. He began to untie the strapping at her thighs, slowly rubbing where it had dug in, reviving the places where her legs had numbed. He was so gentle and quiet, nothing like the man who had brought her in here. He loosened the far end of her wrist restraints, slowly untied them and rubbed and soothed just as he had with her legs. He helped her off the table to stand up.
‘I’m sorry about your blouse and skirt,’ he said almost meekly but managed to look Zoe shyly in the eye. ‘I seem to have ruined them.’
Zoe smiled at him and watched the relief flood into his expression. ‘It was worth it,’ she said and he grinned with a flash of the previous wickedness in it.
‘Yes, yes, it was, rather.’
* * *
Wrapped in one of his silk smoking jackets, Zoe smiled up at the looming figure leaning into her tiny car. ‘Now about my curtains,’ said Lord TP with a very serious look. ‘I’m disappointed about your lack of professionalism, Ms Lake.’
Zoe bit her lip. ‘Customer satisfaction is my greatest concern, sir. Would you like me to make another appointment?’
‘Yes.’ His voice remained steely but his expression softened, cheeky almost. ‘Yes, I would like that very much.’
Zoe resisted the temptation to wave, but as she drove off she stared in the rear-view mirror at Lord TP, who
had the most glorious grin plastered upon his rugged face, as he waved her spoiled skirt above his head.
Beginner’s Luck
Annabeth Leong
The sharply dressed instructor told everyone in the arm-binder class to take out a piece of rope. Rachel glanced around in confusion. She’d been to several kinky conferences with her ex, and rope bottoms such as herself got tied up by other people. She’d never been asked to do any tying before.
The command sank into the room slowly. Most people weren’t awake for the first session of the day. They still sipped hotel coffee, shifted in narrow chairs and fiddled with rope bags piled on conference tables that had been shoved aside to make room for the hands-on class. The bottoms were having particular trouble understanding why they should look for rope rather than simply present themselves to their tops as a set of lovely, sexually responsive canvases. Even the muscular man to Rachel’s right seemed uncertain – he probably wondered why he should bother doing anything with rope besides use it to wrap whatever willowy beauty currently swooned within his very capable arms.
Rachel made eye contact with a blonde across the room who had pinned up her long hair with a set of paperclips and a plastic ruler. The schoolteacher fantasy she inspired made Rachel grin. Unfortunately, the blonde didn’t have any rope of her own. The women who attracted Rachel always seemed to be bottoms.
The instructor clapped his hands sharply. ‘Bottoms, you, too,’ he said, his voice snapping out like a drill sergeant’s. ‘I want you to understand exactly what your top is going to do to you. We are all going to go over these preliminary knots together.’
Rachel, unlike most of the other bottoms, actually did have her own rope and safety scissors, both brand-new and tucked into her favourite purple gym bag. When she’d decided to take the plunge and attend a kinky conference on her own for the first time, it had seemed an important part of her new-found sexual independence to bring her own equipment. She liked to be prepared.
She’d dressed tougher than usual for the occasion, too, putting on a thin black tank, skinny jeans and black heeled boots. She’d wanted to look exciting enough to live up to her red hair, like the sort of person who is always ready for adventure with a sexy stranger.
Rachel’s hands trembled a little as she unzipped the gym bag. She lifted out a length of hemp, wrinkling her nose at the seaweed odour of the purple dye she’d used to colour it.
‘Hey,’ said the man to her right. ‘Can I borrow some of that?’ His big smile crinkled his cheeks. Rachel liked him immediately.
‘You don’t mind that it’s purple?’ She craned her neck, hoping for a look at his name tag.
‘Beggars can’t be choosers.’ Melted caramel eyes almost distracted her from his biceps – but not quite. She smiled back and handed over a length of rope, barely restraining her sigh of disappointment when he turned to take it from her and she saw he’d circled ‘bottom’ on his name tag.
It didn’t matter that this gorgeous, built blond man’s name was Jeremy, or that he was indeed single, if he only wanted a woman who would top him. True, she’d never tried topping, but mastering complex knots seemed like a lot of work compared with her customary bottom role of relaxing in the blissful hold of a web of hemp. Rachel had listened plenty of times to the complex directions the instructors gave in these workshops, and wondered how her ex could possibly manage it.
Jeremy’s smile turned flirtatious, and Rachel remembered she’d refused to fill out any of the information on her own tag besides her name. She’d wanted to leave things open for herself in her new-found freedom as a single woman, though the idea didn’t make as much sense now as it had at the registration desk. Jeremy probably thought she was a top because she’d brought her own rope. She returned her attention to the instructor before he could say anything else.
‘Just take this step by step and you’ll definitely get it,’ the instructor was saying. Rachel watched his fingers manipulate the length of rope in his hands. ‘This is just a simple handcuff. It’s quick to tie and easy to use. It won’t stay on a bottom who’s trying to wriggle out, but in a few minutes I’ll show you how you can build a full arm-binder based on this one knot.’
Rachel imitated his movements, furrowing her brow a little and sticking her tongue into the corner of her mouth for concentration. Moments later, she held a beautiful pair of rope handcuffs.
She waited for the rest of the class to catch up, idly fantasising about the hot man next to her whipping a pair of these onto her, his big arms wrapping her even more securely than the rope while the stubble along his jaw tickled the side of her face. Too bad that fantasy wasn’t realistic. She dismissed the thought and focused on the next task set by the instructor.
‘Do you stick your tongue out like that while you’re tying your submissives?’ Jeremy asked.
Rachel shot him a look.
‘It’s adorable now, but I imagine it could be quite terrifying given the right circumstances. You’re very good at this, obviously.’
Startled, Rachel glanced down at the neat pile of knots in her lap and for the first time compared her collection to the snarled tangles other people held. Warm pleasure suffused her chest. ‘Thanks.’ They grinned at each other for a second before she remembered herself. ‘Look, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I’m not actually a top.’
‘Oh.’ His face fell faster than a failed soufflé. Rachel instantly regretted her pronouncement. Was she sure she couldn’t make an exception for a man this hot?
Jeremy gathered himself. ‘That’s fine,’ he said. ‘I mean, I understand. Not that I wouldn’t have liked it if –’ The big smile turned rueful. ‘Women were very excited about me when I showed up at the conference on a motorcycle wearing a black leather jacket. That wore off pretty fast once I started revealing my preference. I expected to find more dominant women here, but they all seem taken.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be.’ He shrugged, clearly wanting to be gallant about his disappointment. ‘I’m sure there’s someone here for me.’
Just then, the instructor stashed his demo rope and clapped his hands again. ‘Now you can partner up,’ he said.
‘Good luck,’ Rachel told Jeremy, and started her own scan of the room. She’d made friends at this conference in the past, and thought maybe one of them might like to play. Being tied up at a workshop seemed like a good icebreaker that might lead to hotter action in her hotel room later. Rachel had promised herself she would take charge here and get her needs met.
‘Red! Over here!’ A tall top waved at Rachel. She’d seen him teaching classes at the conference before. She shivered a little, remembering the time she’d watched him put a bottom in a hogtie and slowly tighten it until she gasped with helpless pain and arousal. He would do.
Rachel turned to say goodbye to Jeremy, and found him standing forlornly as a woman approached him with a grin only to turn her back the moment she got close enough to read his name tag. He’d crossed his arms over his chest in a way that emphasised the perfection of his pectorals, and Rachel wondered again about making an exception for him.
She glanced back at the tall top, who raised an eyebrow at her. She had competition for him, from an elegant brunette as well as the schoolteacher blonde she’d noticed at the start of class. He gestured for Rachel to hurry.
Jeremy was rejected twice more while Rachel hesitated. Were all these other women crazy? Who wouldn’t go for that?
Rachel finally noticed the contradiction in her own brain and made a quick decision. She shrugged at the tall top, gestured toward his two other admirers, then tapped Jeremy on the shoulder.
He brightened for a second, then returned to being downcast. ‘I’m not a switch,’ he said. ‘And I’m no good at tying, myself. You saw what a mess I was making of the rope. But I can’t believe you can’t find someone who wants to top you. You’re gorgeous. The men here can’t all be blind.’
Rachel took a deep breath. ‘I want to do you.’<
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‘Huh? But you just told me –’
‘I want to take a walk on the flip side,’ Rachel said, surprised at how sharp her voice sounded, and at the heavy pounding in her chest.
‘I don’t need you to do me a favour.’
She let him see her gaze travel up and down his well-built body. ‘I’m not. I’m doing myself one. Now, are you going to enjoy it, or not?’
A slow smile spread across his face – even his teeth were perfect. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ Jeremy said.
‘Great.’ Rachel retrieved her safety scissors and several lengths of rope from her bag. She steered Jeremy to face away from her, and angled him so that even around Jeremy’s big arms she had a view of the instructor’s demo bottom.
‘Standard conference safeword applies,’ the instructor was saying. ‘If you don’t like what your partner is doing to you, say “red”. That goes for bottoms and tops.’
Rachel paused for a second with one hand on Jeremy’s hard biceps. ‘Do you mind if I play with you a little? More than just putting on the tie?’
‘May I take off my shirt?’
‘Please.’
Jeremy winked back at Rachel, then lifted the fabric off his torso, unveiling all the back definition she could have hoped for, along with a wave of spicy cinnamon rum cologne. Rachel caught her breath.
She didn’t allow herself too much of a reverie, because she wanted to get started on the reality of him. She unwound her first length of rope and dragged it across his naked back while she waited for the instructor to begin.
Jeremy sucked in a breath. She pressed the rope a little harder into his flesh, massaging him with it and making sure the fibres scratched him. ‘You like feeling it bite, don’t you? Knowing that pretty soon it’ll be clinging to your skin in a way you can’t escape?’
‘Yeah …’
Rachel blinked in surprise at the dreamy tone of Jeremy’s voice. It made sense, of course, that at least some of the things she liked about rope would appeal to another bottom, but it had never occurred to her that this would help her to top effectively.
