Bound and Unbroken

by Skye Callahan

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His eyes widened as if waiting for more.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His mouth claimed hers, and she parted her lips, allowing him full access while she tried to keep up with his pace. Just as she relaxed into the rhythm, he slipped a finger inside her without even the slightest warning. She squeaked into his mouth, but he didn’t seem to notice, if anything it encouraged him. Slipping a second finger inside, his hand worked in the same rhythm as his mouth while his thumb traced teasing circles around her clit.

  The tip of his thumb flicked across her clit, and she bucked taking his fingers even, deeper inside her. He broke away, moving his mouth to her breast, kneading it with his tongue and lips before taking one sharp suck on the nipple. She groaned and started to pull away from the intense sensation.

  Air filled her lungs in bursts, only minutes in, and she felt like she had run a marathon. His hand left her suddenly empty and moved to her other breast, both nipples already erected in uncomfortable points. He moved away and she suddenly remembered the mysterious black bag. He sat it on the foot of the bed and returned to kneel between her legs.

  She tensed, pulling her legs together, but Eric wasn’t deterred. He grimaced, then slapped the back of her thigh. “Four. Keep them where I put them, or I’ll ensure you can’t move them.”

  A threat. It seemed like it should have been scary, but it just made her insides burn hotter. Something buzzed in his hand, and she jumped away before he could even touch her.

  “Five. You’re really not going to stay still are you?” He glared at her for a minute, running a single finger through her folds.

  “Yes, I’m trying.”

  His finger slid inside her. One finger stroking her insides, then two, she put all of her consciousness into keeping her body from moving or jerking. She’d never been good at that… well, maybe at one point she might have been, but that was long before she could remember.

  “Good girl,” his voice turned gravely as he praised her.

  A third finger and she stiffened for a second at the full intrusion, before letting her body melt into the sensations. The device purred to life again, and he flipped through a few settings before settling on one. At first, he moved the cool vibrator through her slit, gathering juices before circling her clit a few times. She pushed herself into the bed, trying to remember not to jump away every time the undoing vibrations hit her sensitive regions.

  “You’re beautiful,” he moaned, kissing a few inches below her belly button.

  With two fingers inside her, he hooked his fingers upward, hitting a spot that made her want to grab the covers and hold on for dear life. She shook as a moan finally managed to escape. Her hands squeezed into tight balls, matching the tension in her core. He kissed the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail to her knee.

  “Don’t even try to stay quiet.” His mouth was so close when he spoke, she could feel the vibrations from his voice tickling her skin.

  With his fingers still inside her, the vibrator moved away, and he licked a line from her belly button to her sternum, then went back over it with a line of kisses. He caught her gaze and pressed against her bundle of nerves with his thumb, pushing its fleshy hood up to expose the sensitive nub.

  Her mouth fell open, and she moaned, forgetting about everything else as he moved to capture her nipple in his mouth. Her core coiled and tightened as if it could fold over on itself. He kissed and nipped at her collarbone, then her neck.

  “I want to taste all of you,” he whispered.

  Her brow tensed again as she registered what he meant. He’d already spread her out, commanded what he wanted, yet now he seemed to be waiting for something from her.

  She shook her head as much as she dared, not wanting to rack up another point in whatever system he was using to count her grievances.

  “No?” he whispered. “Any good reason why I shouldn’t?”

  Her last boyfriend had tried that once and honestly never seemed interested in doing it again. Although, since she’d never gone down on him, she supposed it was only fair.

  He was really going to do this.

  With her chest heaving and core twisting from his ministrations, she fought the sudden urge to give him everything he wanted. She had to draw the line somewhere, and shook her head again.

  “Am I supposed to interpret that as no reason?.”

  Lena closed her eyes, and everything stopped. Without thinking, her hips thrust up searching for contact with his hand again. His eyes were fixed on her face, watching for her reaction as soon as she opened her eyes. More. Please, more. “No reason,” she breathed, “I’m good”

  His fingers took her again, and she cried out, trying, far too late, to stay quiet enough not to disturb the rest of the hotel.

  He stroked and pinched until she could feel herself about to fall over the edge, then the sensations stopped with disappointing suddenness. He reared back, sitting on his heels, just staring at her. One finger ran down across her hip then around her leg.

  For a moment, her mind registered how awkward it was for him to be just sitting there watching her when all she wanted at this point was a release. But at the same time, she’d lost the urge to squirm away, feeling that as long as she remained still, pleasing him, he’d take her where she wanted to go. His head dipped down, meeting her first with a lick up her folds. A suck on her clit, and then a tongue pushing inside of her. He rubbed and teased her nerves until her entire body shook with the need to break free. She cried out, involuntarily grinding against his ministrations.

  “That’s it, baby, you’re all mine,” he moaned then recaptured her nub with his mouth. Another quick suck and she shook violently. His fingers speared her, and his other hand took the place of his mouth, pressing and pinching her clit. “Come for me,” he growled as the wave came over her, wracking her body like a stress induced earthquake.

  When the haze of the orgasm faded, she saw him crouching over her, his hand now moving over his own shaft.

  “I can’t,” she murmured without thinking.

  Eric

  “What do you mean you can’t?” Was it possible his little Loner had never come multiple times?

  Her face and body were still flushed from the orgasm, her folds a beautiful shade of pink. She shook her head.

  “No?” Tracing a line down the center of her stomach, around her belly button and then lower, sliding through her hot, slick folds. “Well?”

  Wide-eyed, she stared back, definite apprehension in her eyes. She’d opened up about the cutting, could this really be harder than that?

  He leaned over her and nipped at her nipple, enjoying her jolt and the shivers that followed. Bracing himself on one elbow, his other hand traced circles down her stomach, she twitched and moaned, her eyelids fluttering shut.

  “Eyes, Loner,” he reminded.

  Her green eyes floated to his, and her back arched, begging for more. “You're making coherent thought impossible.”

  “I don't need your answer to be coherent.” He nipped again at the same nipple. “Just say that you've never come multiple times.”

  Lena growled, pushing herself into the mattress.

  “Say it.” He lowered his lips over her breast, biting back a chuckle at her futile attempts to retreat.

  “If I say it, you'll stop?”

  “No, when you say it, I'll do much more.” He reached between her legs and pinched her clit. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat.

  “I've never come multiple times,” she said, swallowing hard as if the words had parched her throat.

  “Then, let's see how much more interesting we can make this night.”

  He moved back to the foot of the bed, where he pulled wound black ribbon from the bag and let them uncoil.

  “Give me your wrists.”

  Her chest shook as she drew in a nervous breath.

  He held the cuff up so she could see it. “It’s velcro, if you really want out, you ca
n get free easy enough.”

  She offered her wrists and quickly glanced around the bed as he fastened the Velcro around her wrists. There weren’t’ any good points on the bed to attach the restraints without a fuss, but he intended to make do with some creativity. Moving back, he put another band around each ankle. Placing her feet near her hips to strap each wrist to an ankle, leaving her knees pulled open.

  “As I said, you can get free, but I don’t recommend it unless you don’t want to continue. If you feel overwhelmed, just tell me.”

  She nodded and shook again. “Yes, sir.”

  He stretched out beside her, taking a breast in his hand and pinching her nipple between two fingers as his palm kneaded the plump handful. When his lips came down on her hot lips, she readily let him in, with a soft moan escaping as he turned his attention to her other breast. When both of her nipples were teased to fine points, he traced a finger lightly around each areola, throwing in a sharp pinch randomly to keep her off balance. As he pulled away from her mouth, she let out a squeak. A sound he could get used to hearing regularly.

  He smiled, leaning in to quickly nip her earlobe. His hot breath raising new bumps along her shoulder. Her body writhed as he trailed kisses down the side of her neck and back to her chest. Returning to his position between her legs, he considered testing just how many times he could get her off before taking her fully.

  But he wasn’t sure either of them was really up to that challenge tonight.

  After kissing up the inside of her thigh, he returned his attention to her warm folds and her engorged clit. Starting with light touches that caused her to flinch in surprise.

  Her hips thrust from the bed as he pinched her clit. He smirked but pushed her hips back to the mattress. From the look on her face, she was definitely having trouble controlling any of her reactions.

  Her brow tensed as his ministrations caused another jerk.

  “Relax, Doll, just feel.” He ran one hand down the underside of her leg and squeezed her butt. Then, he pulled a condom from the bag, enjoying the view of her squirming helplessly while he ripped open the pack and rolled the condom up his shaft.

  He rocked into her, entering only a few inches, just to watch her reaction. A little farther and she squirmed, pushing toward him. She gave only soft mews and moans as she took him completely. Her eyes fluttered closed, so he squeezed a nipple as a reminder. She squealed, and jerked, her hips rocking forward to take him even deeper.

  “I do like that noise,” he moaned kissing her neck as his hips fell into a slow and steady rhythm. His hand moved down her side, and then with a click, brought more vibrations to her clit.

  He watched the arousal flash through her green eyes, moving back to lift her hips to fill her more fully.

  She gasped and tightened around him. Everything pulsing as he slammed into her, with her moans and movements edging him on. He pushed back the hood of her clit, so that the vibrations hit the sensitive nerves directly. Watching with satisfaction as she tried to close her mouth around a scream. And when he thrust into her again, she collapsed off the edge in a fit of convulsions and cries that sent him over the edge after her

  He pulled out slowly, moving across the bed to deposit the condom in the trash before releasing her restraints. He laid each of her legs out straight. Then grabbed the blankets, draping them over her as he pulled her into a half sitting position to rest against his chest. Her pulse pounded through her limp body as she tried to catch her breath.

  “If you’ll be okay for a few minutes, I’ll get you some water.”

  She nodded, letting him slide out from under her and immediately collapsing into the pillows.

  He pulled on his jeans, then planted a kiss on her forehead, before grabbing the ice pail and making a quick trip down the hallway to the ice machine. It’d take a few minutes longer than he wanted to leave her alone right now, but her throat would surely appreciate it.

  After preparing a glass of water for her, he returned to the room, sitting the bucket on the table, then helping her into a sitting position to drink. Once she’d had her fill, he pulled her against his chest again, making sure that as much of their skin touched as possible.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Exhausted,” she answered honestly and without hesitation.

  “Giving out on me already?”

  She nodded, cuddling against his chest. With a kiss to the top of her head, he slid down into the bed, keeping her against his chest as he adjusted to go to sleep.

  “Good night, Loner.”

  She took a deep breath, feeling as loose and free as she’d ever felt. “’Night, not-so-Rusty.”

  ***

  In the middle of the night, Lena jerked from his arms, rolling across the bed and sitting up. She glanced around then pulled the covers around herself.

  “Lena?” He tried to keep his voice soft, but it was gravely from exhaustion.

  “It was just a dream.”

  She laid back down, but her body was still stiff with tension and when Eric touched her stomach, she flinched away.

  “You okay, Sweetie?”

  “Getting there,” she whispered. At least she hadn’t lied.

  “Can I hold you?” he asked, not wanting to make her flinch away again.

  “Yeah.”

  After slipping his arm across her stomach, Eric tried to relax next to her, hoping she’d follow suit, but after a few minutes, it was obvious that she was far from sleeping.

  “Talk to me, Honey.”

  She jumped again at his voice, but relaxed slightly when he kissed her temple.

  “There’s nothing to talk about.”

  “You’re as stiff as an I-beam, neither of us are getting any sleep unless you can relax.”

  “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

  “Lena, I’m okay,” he enunciated every syllable and added another kiss for emphasis. “If you want to talk we can, just tell me what you’re freaking out about.”

  “I’m embarrassed because I woke you up and I can’t get back to sleep because I still feel jumpy, but no, I don’t want to talk about the dream. It’s just stupid nonsense, and I didn’t really expect to wake up in a hotel room.”

  Eric chuckled. “It happens.” He rolled to his back pulling her with him, and arranging her so that her head rested against his shoulder. “Go back to sleep, my adorable Loner.”

  She took a breath, splaying her hand on his stomach and finally relaxing.

  And, hell, she really was adorable when she gave herself over. Every hesitant acceptance of what he said or did to her.

  She squirmed again, relaxed, squirmed, and finally rested her knee over his thigh. The perfect opportunity to pull her even closer. After trying to lift her tired head to look up at him, she let out a long sigh and the tension faded from her body.

  He could stay high for days on the mix of hormones and endorphins she set free on his system.

  Damn it, Eric. Bad timing. Last week, he’d just been looking for a fun distraction, and happened to find an attractive girl who needed the same thing. Tonight had been a matter of luck. It wouldn’t be often that everything would fall into place so well.

  Charlie had to come first. Eric had never realized how exhausting a seven-year-old could be. Especially when the poor kid had been through so much he wouldn’t say a word to anyone.

  Eric had been so eager to get out of town when the opportunity presented itself, but now part of him regretted not being around. As if, somehow he’d be better equipped if he’d spent more time with Charlie over the last few years.

  And then there was the warm mass cuddled at his side that served as a reminder of yet another obligation he seemed to be biting off. As he ticked off his to do list he realized that he was now wide awake with little chance of getting back to sleep, and he wondered how much Lena would mind being woken up for more sex.

  Considering she’d just woken from some nightmare that she didn’t care to explain, it wasn’t likely she’d take kind
ly to it. There seemed to be a lot of things he needed to coax her into explaining.

  Whether Lena realized it or not, she was a submissive, and she deserved a lot more than what he could give her right now. He rubbed his fingers over his eyes, then pinched the bridge of his nose.

  “I’m sorry,” Lena whispered, balling her hand against his stomach and pulling away slightly.

  “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Sweetie.”

  “If I hadn’t woken you up, you’d still be asleep.”

  “While that’s true, if we waste our lives being sorry for things we can’t control, we’ll never get anything done.”

  She took a deep breath and let him tuck her back against his side. “What do you do exactly? I mean occupation-wise.”

  “I worked in IT.”

  She scoffed, and lifted her head. “You're a computer nerd?”

  “If that's how you want to put it,” he chuckled.

  “I'm assuming that you also spend a lot of time at the gym, then.”

  “I do. Best way to blow off steam at the end of the day.”

  “How in the world do you have time for women?”

  “You make it sound like I pick up a new woman every week, or that they’re easy to come by. You think, I just walk into a bar and tell them I want to tie them up and they flock to get in line?”

  “These days I wouldn’t be surprised.”

  “Maybe, but it doesn't mean those are the women I want. I'm picky.”

  “Right, picky.”

  “You don’t think you qualify for picky. Is that because you’re usually at home curled up with a book, and no one really has a chance to get to know you?” He dragged his fingers through her hair.

  “Might be.”

  “You’re sweet, little Loner, and you have to be willing to let someone in before they can get close to you.”

  “Can I ask one more thing?”

  “Sure.”

  “Earlier….” She propped herself up on her elbow and stared down at his face in silence for a few seconds. “When you saw the scars you said when I was ready I could talk to you. Does that mean….”