by Mercy Walker
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, my voice shaking but definitely angry. Okay, anger wasn’t far from fear. Still believable.
Gabriel moved upon me swiftly, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me in for a kiss. I stiffened, but as his lips rubbed against mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth, I fell against him. This was just what I wanted…it was all I wanted. To touch him, to have him touching me…to have him kissing me…
He pulled my top off, and stripped my pants off. I kicked off my shoes to help. It was all going so fast. Gabriel stood back for a moment, taking in the sight of me in my blue satin undies.
“Nice,” he growled right before he started kissing me again.
And then I felt cold steel clamp over my right wrist. Callie Thornton wouldn’t know what was happening, but I sure did. The billionaire was trying to handcuff me. Handcuffs were used to immobilize your opponent. In the sex trade they were the ultimate show of trust. I didn’t trust anyone enough to let them bind me, not even with scarves…metal was out of the question.
But I had a job, a naïve cover identity, and something inside me actually wanted to be vulnerable to him, at his mercy.
I gulped and made a pathetic little gasp as he clicked the other cuff on my free wrist.
And there it was, I was handcuffed and vulnerable…and for the first time in my entire life that was a turn on.
“Gabriel…” I looked up into his eyes, letting the panic from before flow into erotic excitement.
He placed a finger over my lips and pressed, making a quiet shushing sound. He moved around me and ran his hands over my mostly nude body, making my skin turn to goose flesh.
“I’m going to keep you from freaking out about you fear of heights,” he said in a low husky voice. “And it might take the whole flight to do it.”
I cringed. I’d forgotten about being afraid of heights. Not that it had been much of a stretch. I’d been afraid of them as a child, but both my mother and father had been great about it, explaining that I needed to work past that fear when I was young, or it would become overwhelming in the future. I’d believed them, and had systematically faced that fear at every conceivable level: from ladders to climbing trees, rock climbing, base jumping, parachuting from a plane. You name it. But it had been easier than I’d thought to call up that old fear last night.
But now I was supposed to be back in character, and I couldn’t even bring a shiver up my spine, and we were about to launch into thin air, held thousands of feet in the air by meager physics and a couple wings and an engine.
I was so off my game.
But Gabriel didn’t seem to notice. His breath was hot against my neck, and he pressed his lips against my neck, making a small, hungry sound.
His arms encircled me, and his hands ran down my arms until he had a hold of my wrists. He gently pulled them upward—I hesitated a moment, pulling them out of his grasp just long enough to swipe my hand through my hair. He grabbed them again, and this time put some muscle behind pulling my arms up over my head.
I heard another click, and knew immediately what he’d done. He had some kind of hook attached to the ceiling of the plane. I looked up to find a climbing clip connecting the handcuffs to a length of chain that disappeared into the ceiling. Gabriel held up a small remote control and the sounds of an automated winch ground for a few beats. I felt my arms being raised higher and higher, until I was standing uncomfortably on the balls of my feet.
Okay, so Gabriel was into bondage. That wasn’t all that uncommon amongst the rich and famous. What did make me think twice was that he’d set up this room as a sort of BDSM dungeon. That meant forethought, and that he’d probably done this kind of thing before. Many times before.
How twisted was this guy?
That thought got me to shiver. I could handle a little slap and tickle action, but if he wanted to inflict anything that would be permanent…he was going to get a wakeup call.
And I was totally going to blow my cover.
I took a deep breath and made it sound like a sob.
Gabriel made that shushing sound again, this time running his hands down over my extended arms, and down over my breasts, then my ribs and belly, and finally dipped his fingers into my panties. I struggled a little—not sure if that was me or the cover—and made another sobbing noise as he grazed his fingers over the tender flesh of my sex.
I was shaking and breathing heavily when he pushed some of his fingers up into me, and started strumming my clit like an acoustic guitar.
Oh god…
My hips moved back and I felt his body, hard and unforgiving against my ass. Hard and aroused too.
I writhed against him as he pushed and pulled at my twitching opening. With barely any effort he’d brought me to sexual attention, and had me already winding up for my first orgasm. This wasn’t fair. No one was that good.
But as Gabriel twisted his fingers inside me, licking and then biting gently at the flesh of my neck, I realized he was that good.
And the second I thought that, he pulled his hands out of my panties and his body from against mine.
I whimpered and turned my head to see him taking off his tie and cufflinks.
Oh, good…he’s getting naked.
Next came off his jacket and shirt. He must have been in a hurry, because he pulled his shirt open, popping buttons as he tore shirt and jacket off at the same time. He was in enough of a feral state that he was losing his control.
That was good. Potentially scary, but good. It was all part of the plan…but I still enjoyed the thought that he couldn’t control himself around me. It gave me power over him. Even with me handcuffed and chained to the ceiling, he was the one that was really being controlled.
Now if I could just make the part of my brain that thought I was going to be the next course on a Saw movie that this wasn’t the time to start screaming.
Which was also good. It meant I was starting to sink into my cover again.
Good…
He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, but didn’t go any further. Just let them hold on his hips as he moved closer again. This time the look on his face was dark and unreadable. I felt the gooseflesh come back as he circled me. He swatted my ass the second he was behind me, and I automatically jerked around to tell him to stop.
But he had hold of me around the waist again, and all I ended up doing was writhing even more against him.
He chuckled, which just pissed me off. I clenched my arms and pulled at my bonds. This did nothing, of course. His wench/pulley mechanism was top of the line, as was everything he owned. But it did make him chuckle again.
He pushed my panties off my hips and they slid to the floor. Then he undid the clasp to my bra—it was a front loading bra—and bared my breasts.
The air in the room was suddenly cool feeling on my flesh, and I felt more naked than I’d felt in years. I looked further into the dimly lit room and saw there was a large bed at the far end of the room.
Maybe at some point we’ll make it there, but for now I was stuck chained and naked to the ceiling.
Gabriel came up behind me again, and gripped a hand around the back of my neck. I stiffened at the uncomfortable pressure, but soon leaned in against it, hungering for him to touch me more. And he did, sliding that hand down my neck, and then lover over my spine until his fingers made soft circles over the orbs of my butt. And then I felt the smooth hardness of his cock as it glided over my rear.
My entire body tightened, my hands gripped into tight fists as his manhood tested out the tender flesh between my ass cheeks. In all actuality, I’d never been penetrated anally. I liked vaginal sex, and the dark secrets of sodomy had never interested me. But with his magnificent cock rubbing lewdly against my untouched sphincter, I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have Gabriel inside me in that way.
And then I remembered how goddamn big he was, and that my much more experienced pussy had writhed and fought for its life every time he’d fucked me so
far. I couldn’t begin to guess how bad anal sex would hurt with that monster goring me.
I felt the tip of his cock push at my entrance, but he stopped. My ass cheeks were tightened to steely chords.
“Someday…” he breathed into my ear, his lips soft on my flesh. “Someday you’ll be begging me to do that.”
I wanted to give some smart assed retort…but there was a blunt and merciless truth to what he’d said. One day, if I wasn’t careful, I would be begging him to do that…and probably a lot more.
He tore me from this dark, bitter epiphany by grasping my breasts in his hands hard enough to make me yelp. And then he squeezed my nipples between thumb and forefinger until I could see stars.
Fuck that hurt. It still fucking hurt when he’d already let go and was whirling me around to face him. His pants were still hanging on his hips, but his monster cock was out, and his balls were hanging over the opening of his fly as well. He pulled a condom out of his pants pocket, ripped it open again with his white, perfectly straight teeth, and then rolled the latex sheath over his hefty, twitching pole.
I licked my lips and my legs started to tremble at the thought of what was to come. Gabriel inside me. Gabriel fucking me. Gabriel coming inside me again.
I swallowed all that yearning, and let a little of my fear seep back in.
Character…stay in character…
It wouldn’t do to let myself react like I was used to this kind of kink…which was partially true anyway.
Gabriel took my face in his hands and kissed me, oh so deeply, his tongue probing and tasting my mouth as if he were starving. Then he knelt before me and pulled my legs apart some, so he could dip his head between my legs and lick slowly up into my sex, sending me shaking and gasping for breath.
In a flash he righted himself to his full height and wrapped my legs around his hips as his prick drove up into me. But this time I was so wet—my body wanted him inside it so badly, that my vagina opened gratefully to the ramming of his cock into it.
Like a bolt in a lock, he slammed home and I felt so unbelievably whole again. As if this was exactly how I’d always been meant to be. Only half of what I should have been, until there was him…
His hips rocked in and out of me, and I tightened and lifted my thighs so I could match his movement, to get him further into me, to make the fucking he was giving me all the harder, all the better.
He growled his approval against my neck, and I felt his hands under my ass, grasping and squeezing, pulling me apart so he could stuff even more of himself inside me.
Even with him holding me up, the handcuffs were still digging into my wrists. This wasn’t the kind of pain I liked as a side dish to sex. This was the kind of pain that left marks. Marks that he might find amusing, or proudly show off to his friends if we ran into any of them…which we were bound to—Gabriel was rich and famous and powerful. Those three things guaranteed a worldwide circle of friends.
I wondered how many, though, could be counted as true friends. I knew real friends were supposed to be important in life. I, myself, had only the one, and I had to keep her in the dark at all times. And she knew it.
The thought of what Deidra would think of me allowing myself to be bound and hung from the ceiling like a side of beef, just to sate the desires of a sadistic billionaire, made my spine straighten. This wasn’t me…this wasn’t how I wanted to be, not for him, not for anyone. I wasn’t the girl that men strapped down or tied up. I certainly wasn’t the girl that let herself be forcefully cuffed and stuffed like I was a sex slave.
Gabriel moaned he pleasure against my neck again, licking my clavicle. His cock was achingly hard inside me as he pounded himself up into me. I felt myself winding up inside. I felt the orgasm that was waiting for me to let go start to rise inside me.
I felt Gabriel’s hands move from holding me by my ass to caressing up my body, over my bare breasts again and then upward until they slid up my arms all the way to my wrists.
That’s when his head snapped up from my throat and his eyes went wide. That was also when I snapped the handcuffs onto his wrists.
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I smiled and looked deeply into his eyes as I pulled myself up and then back down on his unflagging cock. I stared into those frosty February blue eyes and waited for his reaction. I’d just broken rule number one of being a submissive: I just bound my top. I expected some sort of ire from him…some hint that he was displeased.
I mean, he obviously enjoyed tying women up…he certainly had enjoyed tying me up before he started pounding himself in and out of me. And now I’d just ruined his plans, and turned the tables on him.
But instead of malice I received a lopsided smile that animated his entire face. A real smile, one that he really meant. And then his hands wrapped around my wrists again and he started hammering himself into me, hard and slow, watching the sensations of being so pounded slide across my face.
Oh, god…
It. Was. Amazing.
I felt the orgasm that had been waiting at the periphery of my consciousness start to churn, and then to rise. Soon it would drown me in pleasure, and soon I’d be writhing uncontrollably against his body, trying to take every inch of him I could inside me.
And then I realized with a small cold shiver—bound or not, Gabriel was still topping me. I was still his bottom, and he was in complete control.
I had a moment where I was torn. My mind was trying to absorb that tidbit of information, trying to understand it as best it could. But at the same time, my body was blessed-out, and the rising tides of my impending orgasm were making brain function all the more difficult.
Finally I decided Fuck it! And left my brain behind and just rode the wave of my coming climax—and Gabriel’s magnificent cock.
I gently pulled my wrists from his shackled grasp and let my hands fall and play over his dreamy smooth flesh. When my climax began to surge forward over me, I threw my arms around him, pressing my bare chest against his until I felt every breath and every heart beat.
I came in a strangled scream. My hips bucked as my pussy spasmed and clutched at his pistoning penis. Gabriel gasped and growled, and his hips went wild, crashing up into me with utter abandon.
I wasn’t sure when my orgasm stopped. It was as if the world became unbearably bright and shiny and beautiful, and I was filled with that light. When the world finally started to darken back down to the normal dimness of everyday life, I found myself still wrapped around Gabriel’s body, holding on for dear life.
He was still so very hard inside me, and every breath I took made my sex contract around him, sending a little shiver through us both.
Slowly, carefully, I pulled up on the chains and lifted myself up and then off his cock. It made a wet popping sound, and I immediately felt bereft and empty. I’d been whole, and now I was only half what I should have been…half what I wanted to be.
What…the …fuck!
These couldn’t be my thoughts. This sounded like the tripe ramblings of some romance novel heroine. And that was not who I was at all. I wasn’t a damsel in distress. I wasn’t going to be the weepy, love sick chick that feels she needs to prove her love over and over. And I certainly wasn’t the girl that threw herself to the lions to save her man.
Not fucking likely.
And most importantly, I wasn’t the heroine…or the hero type. I was the bad guy, the villain. Every once in a blue moon I’d do body guard detail, but I was usually guarding the body of a really, really bad person. So even then I wasn’t really the hero.
I stumbled away from Gabriel, unable for a few moments to tear my gaze away from him. Gabriel was naked, bound, and shiny with both sweat…and my feminine fluids gleaming on his jerking prick.
Finally I got my legs under me and tore my eyes from his heavenly sight. I looked around the room and went to the bedside table. An overhead light came on automatically as I pulled open a drawer. I raised my eyebrows at the extent of the drawer’s contents—it was a custom built job, and jus
t kept rolling out of the table to about three to four feet.
Gabriel liked to play.
Inside was a box of condoms, lube of different flavors, another set of handcuffs, rope, plastic ties, duct tape, a wooden ruler, a ball gag, a thin teak wood paddle, incense, a box of latex gloves, two sets of nipple clamps, a cock ring, a cat-o-nines blue leather whip, a short crop whip, edible panties in assort flavors, and three dildos. The black one was a double dong and made out of resin instead of molded rubber. I took it out of the drawer—with one other item—and then moved across the room toward him.
Gabriel’s wicked smile dimmed considerably when he saw the double headed dildo in my hand. I knew what it was for…at least for him. When he would entertain more than one woman here, he would charm them into using the dildo so they could fuck each other.
But there was only the two of us now, and if I used it, there was only one place I would end up sticking the other end.
It was my turn to smile gamely, and then I held up my other hand. “You’re choice, since this is your plane.” I cleared my throat and worked to make my voice a little more girlish. I might be being bad, but I still needed to stay a little in character.
I held up the dildo, and then I held up item number two.
His smile had evaporated, but then he closed his eyes, grimaced, but then shot me with one of his million watt smiles. He nodded playfully to item number two.
Since his little You’ll beg for me to…speech I’d been planning on showing him what it felt like to get fucked up the ass. But I had given him the choice, and he’d chosen wisely. What was some sore flesh compared to getting your anal cherry popped?
I tossed the double dong back in the bedside table and came back with what was behind curtain number two: the paddle.
I know…I should’ve gone for the cat-o-nines. I could have inflicted a lot more damage with that instrument, and it was such a more elegant toy to play with—and Hello Kitty would have approved. But I’d never used a paddle before, and this one was hand crafted, sturdy, and though it was thin, it had some heft to it. And it was pretty: oriental carvings in the handle, a silk string tassel on the end, and mother of pearl inlay around the perimeter of the flat business end.
