Tied Between

by Kira Barker

  It was, hands down, the quickest he had ever pushed me from comfortable to needing concentration and strength to remain standing upright on my own, and I could only guess what the tension in my legs would do to all the regions of my body in between. While not awkward exactly, the position put a lot of strain on my entire musculature, and I could already feel exhaustion sneak up on my lower back muscles in particular.

  And, of course, the position he’d forced my body into left me completely open and vulnerable, a fact that I was sure Simon would very soon exploit. Yes, please!

  After checking a few choice central knots and yanking on the ropes again to make sure that I couldn’t get out or a knot could slip, Simon walked around and stopped in front of me, looking down into my eyes. It was kind of unnerving to have him stand so close, but with my arms securely tied to my back, I couldn’t even try to reach out to him. He let his gaze roam over my body, openly on display for him, before he reached out, his fingers sliding through my hair at my temple before he grabbed a good chunk of it and pulled my head back and up, leaning in at the same time until his lips were almost close enough to kiss.

  “You are completely at my mercy now, exactly where I love you to be,” he told me, his tone conversational but with an edge that made me shiver.

  Not quite sure how I should react—acknowledging his words would have been one option, but I really didn’t feel like playing meek—I just stared back at him, defiantly pushing my lower lip out. His gaze briefly flitted from my eyes to my mouth, but then zapped back up again.

  “I have very good news for you. Today, I won’t even leave you a chance to screw up. So you can just relax and let yourself go.”

  Right then a small spasm started in my left calf—the one bearing most of my weight—making me laugh.

  “I don’t think that ‘relax’ is something I’m capable of right now,” I pointed out.

  “Too bad,” he replied, then let go and walked away, leaving me standing there, unable to do more than follow his path until he was back at the cabinet, but incapable of looking over my shoulder and seeing which part of it he was rummaging around in. Not that I had the inventory memorized, but it might have been nice to know what he had in store for me.

  “Do you want a gag?”

  I was surprised that he even asked.

  “Depends,” I started, then couldn’t help but chuckle. “Would it stop you if I said no?”

  He gave a grunt that could have been affirmative.

  “I’m asking, am I not?”

  “Yeah, like that’s always an indication of your good will,” I shot back.

  “Do you want a plug?” he asked instead of replying.

  I thought about it, but then decided that I couldn’t really make an informed decision unless I knew what this was leading up to.

  “I don’t even know what you intend to do with me.”

  I heard him rummage around a little more, and soon Simon returned, carrying the by-now-familiar, medium-sized butt plug, some lube, and the clover clamps—this time without a connective chain—in his hands.

  “I’m going to make you come, that’s what I intend to do with you,” he finally replied as he put his supplies onto the floor right next to my tied-down leg. His hands were empty as he straightened, his eyes finding mine again.

  “I was kind of hoping that you would.” I flashed him a quick grin, but couldn’t keep a frown off my face. “But it can’t be that easy. And you’ve never left me any choice like this.”

  He shrugged.

  “First time for everything, right?”

  It was so obvious that he was leading me along that I just couldn’t let this go.

  “What aren’t you telling me?”

  Another shrug ended with him crossing his arms over his chest. “Not much, really. I’m an open book today. I know that you love all of this,” he nodded down at his paraphernalia, “so I figured I’d let you choose if you want me to use them on you, or not.”

  “Where’s the catch?”

  “No catch,” he promised, but that cat-like grin didn’t assuage my fears in the least.

  “Why don’t I believe you?”

  Simon’s grin widened.

  “Probably because you know me too well? And you know I wouldn’t dare bore you.”

  “Boredom isn’t what usually happens up here,” I admitted.

  “Glad you see it that way.”

  Leaning forward, I glanced at his small assortment of toys before I focused on his face again.

  “Okay, I’ll bite. If all you want to do is make me come, please, by all means, I’m game. I want it all.”

  “Of course you do,” he teased, picking up the clamps first. No surprise there—unlike the rest, they would just get worse the longer they were in use. I couldn’t help but tense as he reached for my breast, lightly plucking on my nipple before he let the jaws of the clover clamp close around it. Like last time, the sensation was intense from the start, but in a very good way. Simon did the same to my other nipple, then bent to pick up the lube and plug before he walked to my back.

  I shivered as I felt his finger stroke lightly over my anus, then start pushing inside. My position wasn’t really ideal for easing up, but the plug wasn’t that large, and, quite frankly, my ass had seen a lot more action in the past weeks than before—a measly toy wasn’t going to be an issue anymore. I moaned softly as I felt the plug slide into place. It just felt so good to feel it stretch me, leaving that slightly full sensation—and the knowledge of just how much better my orgasm would feel with even more to clench around.

  Simon left me for a moment, and I was surprised when he slid a padded leather collar around my throat next. It wasn’t as tall as the one he’d used at the party—that one had forced me to keep my head raised. This one was maybe one and a half inches wide and, while sitting snugly, didn’t hinder the movement of my head at all—but had a very similar effect on me. It was a huge turn-on.

  Not being able to see his face with him standing behind me was unnerving, but as if he’d anticipated that reaction, he stepped up to me and pulled my body close, his arms settling around my lower stomach. His lips found my ear, nibbling softly before he pressed a light kiss onto my shoulder.

  “You look so fucking delicious like that,” he told me, his voice low and deep. “Completely at my mercy. All mine.”

  I tried to relax against him, but with my arms restrained between us, and tension already becoming somewhat bothersome in my legs, there wasn’t really much chance for that. I still loved feeling his body heat on at least some parts of me, and there was also his touch, stroking idly, then more deftly as his fingers reached my breasts.

  “For today I have something different planned,” he told me, almost conversationally, but there was only one track my mind was able to follow as he continued to squeeze my tits. “I’m going to make you come. And come again. And again, whether you want to or not.”

  I shivered, his proximity doing as much for that as his words. I moaned again—I was doing a lot of moaning for him not actually doing anything except setting things up yet—and felt my vaginal muscles tighten in anticipation.

  His hands stilled but he didn’t move away from me, his breath still warm against the side of my neck. “I’m not sure you really understand the ramifications of that yet. So far, I think I’ve let you off the hook too easily. You got to do a little begging, then you got your reward, and that was that. But what do I get out of that bargain? I love to watch you scream and squeal and, eventually, succumb to me, but why should I be satisfied with only doing that until you’ve had enough? Wouldn’t it be so much more rewarding for me if I did it until I felt satisfied? After all, you are at my mercy, and today I really don’t feel very merciful.”

  A last, lingering kiss against my jaw, and he stepped away, leaving me all too conscious of just how open and vulnerable the restraints left me. When we’d just started out, words like that would have made me laugh, but now I couldn’t help but get suspicious
. If it sounded too good to be true, it usually was, up here. Only that my mind still remained stuck at “come over and over again,” completely incapable of grasping at anything else. Oh, well, I was sure Simon would very soon enlighten me.

  Again he left to fetch something and returned to my front—carrying an extension cord, and what even my less-than-super-experienced self could identify as a magic wand vibrator. Just looking at that thing, I felt like I was ready to come on the spot. But there was that sadistic gleam in Simon’s eye that I so loved, making me just a little wary.

  “Know what this is?” he asked, holding up the mother of all vibrators between us.

  “Sure do,” I replied.

  His smile widened. “But never tried it?”

  I shook my head. “Didn’t even know we had one.”

  “I know. I don’t quite understand why you never went up here and looked through all my stuff,” he observed. “Touched everything. Wondered how it would feel on you. Inside you.”

  His words were enough to make me clench hard again, and my desire must have been plain on my face, judging from the glee in his eyes.

  “Guess you’ll have to continue to educate me?” I suggested, licking my lips hungrily.

  “Oh, I intend to, don’t worry.”

  He then switched on the toy. The resulting buzz was loud, but not as loud as I’d expected. And it sounded a lot more like an appliance than a vibrator. Briefly looking from my face to the head of the vibe, Simon shrugged.

  “You can always use it as what it’s supposed to be for—a massager. It’s certainly powerful enough for that.” To demonstrate—and to tease me, I was sure—he brought it around to my back and pressed it right next to my spine directly below where my hands were tied. The vibrations were powerful enough to make me feel them all over, and really not in an overly sexual way. I was surprised that he was right, that it actually felt good, but that only increased my need to feel it elsewhere.

  “Yeah, like anyone actually uses it for that,” I quipped.

  Simon’s smile dipped into more devious registers again. “You can always enjoy a post-coital back rub.”

  I half-expected him to keep stringing me along for at least a couple of minutes, but instead he used his free hand to pull my face close to his, kissing me deeply, and pressed the still-vibrating head of the toy right between my legs. Not high enough to hit my clit directly at first but rather between my already slightly swollen, likely wet labia, and only aimed higher when I didn’t pull away.

  But then it hit where it really counted, and for a moment the sensation was so intense that it was almost too much. It was like he’d hit the off-switch in my brain; I just couldn’t react to anything, which was a shame, really, because I loved how his tongue thrust deep into my mouth, twining with mine. And then the moment passed and I felt myself come alive again—and I came not ten seconds later in the most shameful, utter loss of control I’d ever experienced. And it wasn’t just any measly, light climax, either. The orgasm was strong enough to make my entire body rock forward, trying to seek and increase friction where there was none, and prolong it where present. I didn’t even moan; my throat closed tight from the intensity before a single sound could escape me. All through it, he kept the wand’s head pressed against my clit, his mouth still on mine, and only withdrew when I sagged into my bonds as tension left my body with the worst of my orgasm over.

  Simon definitely had his cat-who-just-licked-the-cream smile going on as he kept looking at me from up close, clearly pleased with himself.

  “Well, wasn’t that easy,” he observed, one corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. It was only then that I realized that I hadn’t even considered asking for permission, but I still felt too out of it to care. So much for even trying to be a meek and obedient sub.

  “Sorry?” I offered, very unconvincingly. But, seriously, he couldn’t really fault me for that. He’d clearly anticipated my reaction, while it had hit me completely unprepared.

  “Guess it’s a good thing that today I won’t punish you for not asking permission before you come,” he replied.

  “You’re not?”

  My surprise brought another smile forward.

  “No.”

  “Why not?” Probably stupid of me to ask, but my innate suspiciousness wouldn’t let me shut up.

  “Because I think it would defeat the purpose of this exercise.”

  “Which is?”

  Simon shrugged, and pushed the damn toy back between my labia, low enough to also tease my entrance, which felt sinfully good. “Still too sensitive?” he asked, kind of needlessly considering how I was already trying to hump myself on the wand again. The bondage really didn’t help with that—and that was not a coincidence, I was sure.

  “No, I’m good,” I replied, then let out a satisfied, low sound when he brought it higher, back to my clit. “Very good.”

  He kept studying my face, that smug smile remaining in place.

  “Better when I do it like this, or like this?” he wanted to know, then held the wand’s head somewhat above my clit, pushing down.

  “Up is better. I love how it nestles between my pussy lips.” Not that they were very sensitive, but the impact was decidedly greater from below than above. Simon obediently switched back, then just held the vibrator there, rocking it ever so slightly to increase the stimulation—as if that were necessary. Disturbingly quickly, I felt the next climax build, and as the bane of my existence was today disbanded—having to ask for permission and consequently hold back until I was allowed to let go—I just went ahead and relaxed into the sensation.

  “You don’t have to ask today, but when you come, I want you to say, ‘I’m coming, like the dirty slut that I am,’” he told me.

  I glared back at him, defiance forming in the back of my mind, but I was so close already that I simply didn’t want to jeopardize my climax. So rather than fight back and make him pull away just a second too early, I grit my teeth and hissed out that fucking sentence just as I felt my climax crest.

  “I’m coming, like the dirty slut that I am!”

  My voice went up mid-sentence, ending in an almost unintelligible whine, my cheeks flaming up with humiliation. But, of course, that made that orgasm feel just a tad bit better—more intense, more like that forbidden morsel that I shouldn’t be enjoying but was so, so good.

  Like before, Simon pulled the vibe away when I stopped shaking but didn’t remove it; instead, he kept it buzzing away right at the opening of my vagina, rocking it slightly back to hit the base of the butt plug every so often. That felt a different kind of great, and while my mind was still reeling from the receding sense of embarrassment, I closed my eyes and just let myself enjoy the stimulation.

  “You really don’t like saying that,” Simon observed, as if I needed that message hammered home. “Yet you don’t resist me. Don’t you think it’s time to stop worrying about it all?”

  “What all?” I asked, letting my lids fall open again so I could judge the look on his face. Smugness was still ruling there, but now paired with understanding, and compassion, if I wasn’t completely wrong.

  “Your reservations. You’re fretting that you’re simply not good enough, or whatnot.”

  I’d wondered when he’d bring that up again—it was a recurring theme, after all—and now really didn’t seem like the right time for it.

  “Isn’t it obvious? I mean, just five minutes ago I colossally screwed up again. I didn’t know that you wouldn’t require me to ask today, and I came anyway, without asking.”

  “And your point is?”

  His question annoyed me, mostly because he made it sound like I was stupid to debate the point.

  “That’s not how I should be behaving,” I noted. But, shit, it was getting hard to concentrate with that fucking thing driving me into a frenzy all over again!

  “It’s exactly how you react,” he replied. “And last time I looked, it was just you and me here, so isn’t that more important? You
’re my submissive. You only have to live up to my expectations, so how can you fail me when you do exactly what I expect you to do?”

  I wondered if he was deliberately trying to confuse me. Everything pointed to that because just then he pushed the vibrator back up, teasing my clit just right.

  “But that’s not… that’s… fuck! I’m coming, like the dirty slut that I am!”

  I barely got the words out before my third orgasm hit me, even harder than the first one. And now he kept the vibe pressed exactly where it did the worst—best—job, making me throw my head back and howl when a second wave hit me way before the first had even died down. The sensation was so strong that it made me sob, but eventually I came down from the high—and the vibe was still industriously buzzing away, right at my clit. I tried to pull away, but Simon immediately leaned into my motion, keeping the contact up. Often, I got a little too sensitive for any stimulation right after a climax, but the high frequency of the vibrations actually helped right now, numbing me just enough to stand the continuing onslaught.

  “Let’s just put your fretting to rest for good, because it’s the one thing that’s annoying me about you,” he told me, his face so close to mine that I couldn’t focus on anything else. “You do what I want you to do. No one else. I am the only one you need to please. If I’m satisfied, you are satisfied. If you live up to my expectations, if you do what I want you to do, you feel happy and proud about it. It’s not about what anyone else thinks or says, not even what you think you should be doing. I’m the only one that counts. In the playroom, you live to please me. And if I’m not annoyed enough to kick you out or make you do something else, you better feel good about yourself.”

  His words were a different kind of onslaught than the intense physical sensations, but no less powerful. They made me clench just as hard, if not harder, and for a second I felt like any moment now I was going to start weeping with gratitude. Actual, bona fide gratitude. That he accepted me. That he wanted me. That I fucking pleased him, and, just then, that was the best feeling in the world.