ReDefined

by Michele Zurlo

“No.”

  “He’s not a mind-reader, and your relationship is new. If your Daddy isn’t meeting your needs, it’s not because he doesn’t want to. It’s because he doesn’t know what they are. If you want this to work, you’re going to have to talk to him. No matter how uncomfortable the topic may be, you have to bring it up. Communication is the key, but the lock is sometimes really rusty and resistant.”

  A tear rolled down Amy’s cheek. She wiped it away, and Darcy hugged her. They stayed that way for a little while.

  The door opened, and Malcolm hovered at the door. “Ladies, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we have to get going. I have work to do, and Darcy needs to pick Colin up from my parents this afternoon.”

  Darcy didn’t beg for more time, and Amy didn’t take it personally. Now that she knew Amy was safe, her sister likely wanted to see the son she’d been away from all week. Darcy hugged Amy one last time. “I’ll see you in a few days. Stay strong.”

  At the front door, Malcolm hugged her as well. “Be patient with Jordan. He’s young, you know.”

  “I’m right here.” Jordan glared at Malcolm.

  Amy made sure she stood between them. “Mal was kidding. He has a dry sense of humor that many people understandably fail to appreciate.”

  Jordan pulled her closer and slung his arm around her shoulders. “When he’s funny, I laugh. When he needs his ass kicked, I indulge him there too.”

  Darcy hopped up on her tiptoes, and Jordan bent his head so she could kiss his cheek. “I’m trusting you to take care of my sister. I expect her back in one piece. Or blissfully broken.”

  He smiled until they left, at which point, Amy said, “I have to tell you something.”

  The smile faded like yesterday’s sunset. He steeled himself. “I’m listening.”

  “Okay, so the past couple of days have been a little hard for me, but not because I lost my house and all the stuff from my business. It’s been hard because you’re not being you. I mean, yeah, having my house blow up and not knowing if Chicklet is okay has been difficult. He’s a sweetheart, always wagging his tail and putting his head under my hand so I’ll pet him, but he’s got a wanderlust streak a mile wide.” She was getting off track, so she tried to shove her hands in her pockets, but yoga pants don’t have pockets. Darn. She stared at the floor, tracing her toe over the smooth wood surface. “Anyway, before we started a romantic relationship, you used to be firm with me and give me chores and tasks to do. I liked that a lot. It made me feel like I had a direction, a purpose—even if I didn’t particularly want to do the task. It made it easier to concentrate and get all the other stuff done that I needed to do.” She gathered her courage and looked at him. “I need my Daddy.”

  He took her in his arms, holding her tightly and gripping her hair at the nape. “I’m right here, little one. I’ve been lost for the past few days, but I’m back now.” The hand at her nape pulled, tilting her face up, and he took her mouth in an utterly dominant kiss that curled her toes.

  Soft moans came from the back of her throat, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming that territory as well. He lifted her against him, kneading her ass as he pressed his pelvis into her stomach.

  Abruptly he broke away and rested his forehead against hers. “I keep thinking you need a safe place so you can get into little headspace to deal with the stress.”

  She’d read about that in her research. It was where littles regressed into their child persona to deal with stress. Amy shook her head. “I tend to do that to unwind, not to avoid dealing with a problem.”

  “Like when you wanted to watch Finding Nemo?”

  “Yeah, like that. It was thoughtful of you to get a coloring book, but I like to color pictures after a long day or to relax on a day off. It clears the clutter from my head and lets me really loosen up. With things uncertain between you and me, I can’t relax. No amount of coloring or watching movies is going to change that.”

  He released her from his embrace. “I’m sorry you thought things were uncertain between us. Let me clear that up. Amy, I love you. I don’t know how long I’ve been in love with you because I don’t remember falling. I just know that somewhere along the way, you became a vital piece of me that I can’t imagine functioning without. I mishandled this situation. I see that now. I’d say I’ll do better next time, but I’m not really planning for a bomb in your house again.”

  She laughed. “I hope not. And I love you too. And I’m sorry I called you an asshole. I had a tough day, but that was no reason to treat you disrespectfully. I accept any punishment you want to give me for that.”

  “How about we call it even? We both messed up. Let’s forgive and move forward.”

  That sounded good to her. “I like that idea.”

  “Great. I have more ideas.”

  She waited for him to continue, but he merely regarded her with an arrogant half-smile. He was devilishly handsome with that sardonic lift of one corner of his mouth, and she guessed at the caliber of the thoughts percolating through his brain. Though he didn’t tell her to, she got to her knees and assumed the first submissive pose he’d taught her. She was rewarded when he ran his fingers through her hair. “Darcy brought some things you might like to see.”

  “Yeah? Like what?”

  “Sexy clothes. There’s a bustier in there that’s almost like the one I bought to wear to your place after that party on Wednesday. Only the one Darcy brought is red, and the one I bought was pink with white ribbons. It was really pretty, and it had a matching skirt.”

  He tilted her head back and stepped forward so that she had to lean against him to remain upright. It was unexpectedly intimate. “I’ll wait to see you in a bustier until we can buy that outfit again. It’s definitely on my list of Amy fantasies. Right now, I just want you in the bedroom, naked and on your back, presentation position.”

  Amy took her time undressing. Jordan had headed into the dungeon for supplies. She barely made it into position when he came in with a familiar bag slung over his shoulder. A vague memory of him bringing it into the house that first night flitted through her mind. She’d been more out of it than she’d realized if she had seen that bag and hadn’t automatically started creaming in her panties.

  She couldn’t hold her ankles and lay flat on her back, so she held onto her shins, her pussy exposed to his view, and waited. He dropped the bag down and looked at her, his visual inspection as powerful as his caresses. Her pussy responded to the heat of his gaze by swelling, and she knew it glistened with juices.

  “Good girl,” he said. “I like how you’ve changed the placement of your hands to be truer to the pose. And your pussy is dripping, babe. You’re so fucking hot.” He dragged a finger through her wetness and circled her clit. “Mine. All mine.” He knelt on the floor and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Amy gasped as he took her clit between his lips and sucked hard. He licked, tasting her all over, and then he sat back on his heels. “You’re going to earn this.”

  Shocked that he’d stopped before he got going, she lifted her head. “What? How?”

  He stood, and the expression on his face brooked no questions. His dark brown eyes glittered hard with equal parts possessiveness and lust. She was going to satisfy her man before he gave her anything, and she was more than okay with that. He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Amy let herself enjoy the sight of his magnificent chest the way he’d indulged himself in looking at her body. Next he unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped his fly. Briefly she glanced at his face to find that he was basking in her attention. He stripped with excruciating lassitude, and when he was naked, he stayed there for a minute, letting her appreciate his perfection. He had scars scratched across one thigh and starburst from what looked like a healed bullet wound in his left shoulder. Freckles decorated the tops of his shoulders, and his cock jutted from an untamed nest of black curls.

  “You’re a very sexy man,” she said. “Don’t ever let anybody tell you differentl
y.”

  “Funny.” He didn’t crack a smile. “You’re the only one who gets to stare at me like that, and nobody else’s opinion matters anyway. Scoot up. Lay so that your head is hanging off the other side of the bed. You can put your legs down, but keep them spread.”

  Scooting across a bed was never going to be a graceful move, so Amy did it as quickly as possible. She let her head dangle off the side. Her legs were spread, but she didn’t have anything to do with her hands, so she folded them across her stomach. Jordan lifted one of her legs, exposing her even more. Then he drizzled lubricant over her sphincter. He held up a dildo, this one nearly as big around as his cock, and rolled a condom over it. “Exhale, little one. Let me know if this pinches or hurts.”

  She cooperated, and it pinched a little. The sensation was momentary and over quickly, and it left behind a generally pleasurable pulsing. “It pinched a little, but I liked it, so please don’t stop.”

  He came around to the other side of the bed and kissed her lips. “You’re doing very well. I’m proud of you.”

  She felt herself bloom and preen from his praise.

  “Remember when you said you wanted to learn to deep throat my cock?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Lesson one is right now. I’m going to give you a red ball to hold. When it’s too much, drop the ball. Since your mouth will be occupied, that’ll be your safe signal. Got it?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I’m not going to come in your mouth, so don’t get pouty when I pull out.”

  She felt a little slighted, but she reasoned that she would get to blow him until he erupted later. She meant to reply, but he pushed his thumb into her mouth, fucking it in and out teasingly. Next he used his fingers, and she was confused by their position. It would be much easier to suck his cock if she was on her knees. He answered her unasked question by tracing the wet tip of his cock along her lips. His body blocked her view, and the only things she could see were his balls and his powerful thighs. She opened her mouth and explored his crown with her tongue. Jordan let her wet his cock this way, working his length deeper into her mouth. Once he made it as far as she’d taken him the other morning, he pulled out.

  Lifting his cock, he set his scrotum on her lips. “Lick my balls, babe. Suck them gently.”

  She did, finding pleasure in the low moans she elicited from him.

  But he took them away too soon. “Open your mouth. I’m going to go deeper this time, babe. Swallow when I get to the back of your throat.”

  He eased inside slowly, and when he got to the back of her throat, she swallowed, trying to draw him in farther. He pulled out and thrust forward again and again. Amy’s eyes watered, but her gag reflex thankfully didn’t kick in. She learned to take a breath when he pulled out. He pushed in once again and stayed there.

  “That’s everything, babe. You did it. I’m not going to fuck your mouth today, but I will soon. Remember what this feels like because, babe, your mouth feels incredible on my dick.” Slowly he eased out.

  Amy basked in his praise and the way he’d kept his promise. This position, with her head tilted back, allowed her to take all of him. She wasn’t sure it would work if she was on her knees, but at least she was on her way to mastering the skill.

  “Stand next to the bed.”

  She scrambled to obey as he rooted around in the bag again, muttering to himself. “Ah, there it is. I want to use twisted cotton on you so it’ll leave behind a gorgeous design once I take it off.” He extracted several coils of rope and threw all but one on the bed. “First I’m going to tie a corselet harness on you. It’ll frame your breasts and provide a way for me to tether you to the hooks in the ceiling above the bed. It’s both aesthetically pleasing and functional.”

  Amy looked up. She hadn’t noticed the steel rings placed at intervals in the ceiling. “Is this whole cabin set up for bondage?”

  “Every room but the kitchen.”

  “You could have bondage parties here, or whatever you’d call a D/s party. I guess people shouldn’t be restricted to just one kink.” She giggled when she said restricted. It wasn’t quite a pun, but it would do.

  Jordan nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a great idea.” He folded the rope in half, lining up the fluffy ends. Then he held the middle loop against her stomach and wrapped the dual line around behind. He threaded the two lines through the loop and adjusted the rope to make sure the lines didn’t overlap. Then he routed the lines around her the other way, and he secured that pass by looping it through the topmost lines. Back and forth, he wrapped her torso until the corset covered her from waist to just below her breasts. Each pass drew her deeper into a calm headspace where the pleasure of belonging to him was the only available thought.

  He paused to make sure all the lines were exactly how he wanted them. “How does it feel?”

  “Comfortable. The rope is soft, and it’s tight, but not too tight.” She looked down at the white expanse of rope wrapped around her body. “We should get a yellow rope.”

  For a second, he frowned, and then his smile turned dreamy. “You do look fantastic in yellow. I loved you in that yellow sundress. I had a hell of a time trying to keep from staring at your chest, though that’s really an everyday occurrence.” He bent down and buried his face between her breasts, rubbing his cheeks and lips over her tender skin. When he tired of that, he cupped her breasts and tongued her left nipple until it was a pebble.

  Amy wasn’t sure if she was supposed to keep her hands at her sides, but she couldn’t help herself. She grasped his head and sighed as the sensations traveled a path to her core.

  He let go with a pop. “These are mine.”

  “Yeah, I got that memo.”

  “Smartass. We’ll see how smart your mouth is when you’re all tied up and I’m fucking your mouth.”

  She giggled. “Smart enough to make you come so hard you see stars.”

  With an easy smile, he tied a complicated knot about eight inches above where he’d left off with the corselet wrap. “This is a double coin knot. It’s going to leave a very sexy little design right below your throat.”

  He brought the lines up, separated them, and draped them over her shoulders. The knot rested at the top of her sternum. She looked down, and he was right—it was a very sexy design. He turned her so that her back was to him. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but it felt like he was tying a knot.

  “It’s another double coin. You’ll have matching marks on your front and back.” Next, he brought the lines under her arms and threaded them through the double line leading from the corselet to the double coin in front. He pulled the lines apart, creating a diamond that curved along the tops of her breasts. Then he redirected the lines behind her and made another knot. “All done. Now I’m going to tie dragonfly sleeves. This will bind your arms behind you and force you to thrust out your boobs.”

  He stayed behind her for this. She felt him caress her bare shoulders. Gradually his touch became firmer, and he massaged her neck and shoulders around the lines from the corselet.

  “I’m going to need you to drop your shoulders back and hold your arms behind you.” He corrected her posture until she had her arms in parallel lines behind her. He wove the rope between her arms, binding them securely together. Then he threaded the two lines of rope between her legs. It pressed into her labia and held her pussy lips wide apart.

  Ever since he’d shaved her there, she’d been extra sensitive. Sometimes the way her panties shifted brought pleasurable sensations. She gasped, and he chuckled.

  “You’re so wet, babe. I’m glad this is as much a turn on for you as it is for me.” He threaded each line through the first loop around her shoulders, and then he tied it off with knots on either side that he slid down until they were over the corselet. “We’re done. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  “It was wonderful.” Her torso was bound, like a constant, cottony hug, and her arms were immobilized. She was completely at his mercy. She giggled
again, and she was so grateful that he wasn’t turned off by her girlish laugh. He was the first man with whom she didn’t subvert her personality or her inclinations, and it was incredibly freeing. She felt bubbly, like she was floating away in a sea of bliss.

  He tilted his head as he watched her. “Babe, where is your head?”

  “Right here, silly.” She tried to point to her head, but her arms were tied. It made her laugh even harder.

  “Look at me. Focus on me.” He used The Voice That Could Not Be Denied.

  When she did, the floaty feeling diminished. She stopped giggling. “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re heading into subspace, and I need you to stay here with me. I’ll let you go later, but right now, that’s not the plan.”

  Amy blinked. He’d taken her to subspace before, but it had taken a long time to get her there. It must have taken longer to tie the ropes than she thought. As she breathed, awareness returned. “I’m sorry.”

  He kissed her forehead. “No need to apologize. It just means I did an extraordinary job and that you respond very well to bondage. We’ll definitely do a lot more of this in the future. Lift your leg and step into this.” Somehow he’d procured a flat device with two loops as leg holes. Amy recognized a butterfly vibrator. Once he’d put it in place, he said, “Kneel on the center of the bed facing the headboard.”

  Walking on her knees with her arms bound behind her back challenged her sense of balance, but she made it. If she was going to keep up with Jordan and this kind of acrobatic sex, she might have to start stretching. Or maybe she’d take a yoga class. That was supposed to help with all kinds of things, and it could be adapted for any ability level.

  He hopped up to stand behind her. The bed dipped under his weight, but she was more concerned with the way he hooked the corselet to a chain he looped through the hook in the ceiling. She heard clicks and recognized the snap of a carabiner. She wiggled and found she had a little play. He let her test the boundaries for a few moments, and then he knelt in front of her.

  She ran her gaze over him, hoping he read the high levels of lust she envisioned were blazing from her eyes. He threaded his fingers through her hair, taking control of her head, and devoured her with his kiss. It went on and on, and she moaned encouragingly when she felt him press the butterfly firmly against her pussy. He pushed a button, and the thing came to life. She moaned even louder.