Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

by Saskia Walker

  That doesn't mean it won't happen again, fool.

  "Are you sure? You don't look sure."

  She swallowed it down, barely able to respond. "Okay, maybe you're right."

  His eyes searched hers. "Don't expect everyone to be like that person, whoever he was."

  Yes, she was meeting the devil halfway, expecting failure before giving life a chance, in the name of self-protection.

  He stroked her hair, tentatively drawing her attention back to him. "Will you tell me about it?"

  "Maybe. Not now though."

  "I understand."

  He did, she could see it in him. The big strong watchful man—so gentle and caring under it all. He'd been the one who had protected Clayton, and now he was here, offering to be with her too. She unfisted her hands, splayed her fingers against his chest. "I'm glad you came after me, but I'm scared."

  "I know that. We could take it slowly, see how it goes."

  "I'm scared I'll fall for you, that I'll need you."

  He lifted an eyebrow. "Would that be so bad?"

  "I can't afford to need anyone."

  "I think it's too late, Kelly. At least...it is for me." He kissed her gently, a mere brush of his lips over hers. The tender touch made her tremble. "I need you, and I think you need me too." His breath was warm on her face. "You came after me. Revenge wasn't the only reason, admit it."

  She swallowed. "Maybe you're right." That was hard, but she'd got it out.

  He stared at her for an age, his eyes searching hers, his mouth moving into a smile.

  Please don't push me for more, not yet, she prayed. I love you, but I'm not ready to say it.

  "Maybe I'm right, huh?"

  She nodded, mustering up a warning glance.

  "Good, because I don't intend to let you get away." His expression grew mischievous.

  They were playing again. Her heartbeat went out of whack, a mixture of relief and desire. She felt steadier. She wanted to challenge him, sexually. "How could you stop me, if I wanted to run?"

  She wanted to hear what he would say, needed to know. Yes. Need. Damn him, he was making her fall for him by pushing her—pushing her just enough.

  He didn't reply, but gave her a knowing, suggestive smile, then released her and walked over to the bench press. Reaching behind it, he lifted up a bag, which he placed on the bench. Then he went back to the door, and pulled the blind down, turned the key in the door and gave her a once-over that indicated he meant business. He was pacing himself, building up her anticipation.

  She glanced over at the closed-circuit camera and noticed for the first time that there was a towel hanging over it. "You planned this all along."

  "I came here with certain intentions, you know that, but the surroundings lent themselves perfectly to my plan." He gestured around the room. "And like you said to me on Saturday, I intend to enjoy it while I'm here."

  Suddenly, the exercise equipment looked perfect for a workout of an entirely different kind. A thrill ran through her veins. Tommy flexed his body as if he were getting ready for a real workout. He looked dangerous and, in a room like this, the possibilities for kinky sex were numerous.

  "You're all mine, and I'll do anything I have to, to keep you." He went over to the weights bench. Reaching inside the bag, he pulled some lengths of black tape.

  She recognized it immediately. It was the same bondage tape she had used on him. "I thought we were done with revenge?"

  Heat coursed through her. Instinctively she took a step back, but she wanted to be chased, to be hunted by this man who responded to her needs so well.

  He ran the lengths of black PVC tape through his hands, the look in his eyes dangerously arousing. "You're going to be mine, and you will have to take everything I give you."

  "I'll only get my revenge next time."

  "Next time?" He smiled insinuatingly, and wound the length of tape around his fists, stretching it tight. "If it's anything like last time, you'll drive me insane."

  "That could be entertaining," she retorted, her blood rushing with excitement. Her heart pounded against the wall of her chest. She noticed his gaze drifting over her breasts as they rose and fell inside her tight Lycra top.

  He moved up against her in a flash.

  Her hands clasped around his head, scrunching into his hair, reveling in that sensation she'd longed to feel again. Stroking him beneath his ear, where she knew his hidden erogenous spot was, she bit her lip and chuckled.

  "There's no need for that." He squeezed her closer and let her feel how hard he was.

  She hummed approvingly, her body soaring. "The chase has been kind of fun."

  "The capture will be even better, I assure you." He put one large hand around the base of her neck, resting the palm on her collarbone, and walked her back towards the wall.

  Overwhelmed, she moved under his control. She felt the stretch bars against her back and exclaimed.

  "You are the most beautiful, crazy woman I've ever known." His hands moved to her wrists and he lifted her arms over her head, to the bar above.

  She didn't fight him.

  Once he had tied her wrists to the metal bar, he gave her jaw a gentle bite, making her smile inside. He tested the range of movement in her wrists. "Can you move your hands?"

  "I didn't think you wanted me to move."

  "I want you to be able to struggle, just a little bit. It's more fun that way."

  Heat rose to the surface of her skin. Instinctively, her hands gripped at the rail, testing it out.

  He nodded approvingly. He ran his hands over her prone torso, enflaming her breasts. "The need to be inside you has been a more powerful force than anything I've ever known. The moment I saw you outside the door, my dick got hard."

  She snaked within his grasp, her body flushed with heat, his raw words sending flare after flare of red-hot lust through her. Her crotch was damp. She wanted to feel him there, longed for it.

  He put his fingers inside the waistband of her gym pants, breathing along the skin of her collarbone, before slowly dropping down to squat in front of her, taking her pants and underwear down with him. He looked up at her, his gaze making a slow passage over her body. "I'm dying to taste you. If you promise to sit on my face again, I'll be your slave forever."

  He looked so strong, so mighty, and when he knelt there looking up at her that way, saying those words, something came undone inside her. "Tommy, please," she murmured, her breath catching in her throat.

  He reached up, opening up her thighs, his fingers plunging into her sex, testing her. "So wet," he murmured, and then he leaned in, taking her in his mouth, working her fast and hard.

  Her clit pounded anxiously when he rolled his tongue back and forth over it, sucking on her as she writhed. Back and forth, the strokes maddening her. Then he did that thing with his teeth, rubbing them over her flesh, grazing the sensitive swell of her clit and she came fast, her womb heavy with release as she moaned and wriggled, fluid running down her thighs.

  He stood up, wiped his face with the back of his hand, grinning, and pulled a condom from his pocket. Tearing it open, he reached inside his shorts for his cock, rolling the rubber onto it quickly. He grappled her buttocks into his hands, and then lifted her. "Are you ready for me?"

  She nodded, anticipating the feeling of that hard hot shaft that her body craved so much.

  He smiled, but he didn't enter her. Stepping back, he lurched her body away from the wall.

  "Oh god." She flashed him a glance and laughed, her hands riding around the bar, tightening on it. So this is why he had tested her range of movement. He was challenging her, challenging her to keep hold while he rode her.

  He wrenched her thighs apart, and stood between them. "Strong enough to take it?"

  The mere thought of him there, his powerful male body thrusting into her while she held on for dear life, totally at his mercy, just about made her come on the spot. But the challenge he gave flared through her. She grasped the bars tighter, tensing he
r body. "Give me your best shot, big man."

  He nodded and his eyes were filled with dark promise. Shoving one strong arm under her buttocks to support her, the other hand directed his cock towards her entrance. "I want to possess you in every way possible. I want you bound and blindfolded. I want you to suffer with need. I want to feel you struggle against me, I want you to beg me to make you come...and make you wait."

  She cried out, holding on tight, her body stretched out, taut and wired.

  The head of his cock was just inside, but he was holding back. Resting easily between her thighs, he had her strung out, physically and emotionally. "I know you're strong enough to match me."

  His words bit into her, making her grip the rail and pull, rising up in front of him. "Tommy Sampson," she breathed, staring at him accusingly, and with as much savvy as she could muster, "you are one kinky bloke."

  "Just as well I found you then, isn't it, kinky lady?" He pushed his cock deeper.

  She clutched at it, her body melting onto it, relief hitting her. He had found her, and she was glad.

  The muscles in his neck tightened. He was still holding back. "Together we can be happy just trying to out-kink each other."

  "Sounds good to me," she about managed to reply, heat breaking out all over her body. The back of her neck was damp, the undersides of her breasts inside her Lycra top growing clammy.

  "Do I have that in writing?" He withdrew his cock, moving it outside her entrance again, pressing against her with the hard head but not pushing in. He was teasing her to the max.

  She clenched with loss, but she had no control over her lower body, it was entirely in his hands. "No need. I might not give it often, but my word is good, you know that." She braced her arms, lifted up against the bars again and looked him in the eyes. "I want you, Tommy."

  "Good, because you've got me." He rode her deep, ramming up against her cervix.

  She cried out, her hungry eyes devouring him.

  As he moved, thrusting hard, his brow was drawn down in concentration, the muscles in his neck corded. His hands clutched her buttocks tight, squeezing the flesh as he thrust into her. He was as driven as she, his cock seeming to swell again inside her, on every thrust. He was ready to blow.

  Her sex was stretched to capacity and felt unfeasibly full. The angle was so good, and his rolling hip thrusts sent her back to the edge of ecstasy, fast.

  "It feels so good, right there inside you." He spoke through gritted teeth, and then his mouth opened and his eyes closed. His body bowed back at the shoulders as his hips thrust deep into her.

  She cried out, the thrust driving so high and deep, her cervix was palpating, her womb flooded, her chest congested, and her throat on fire.

  His cock lurched, jerking inside her.

  Her body responded, her sex spasmed and clenched. "Tommy, I'm coming." Her clit burned, a loop of tension uncoiling inside her. She bucked against him, and her arms weakened, her hands feeble and grasping at the rail, her damp palms sliding on the metal surface. "Oh god, I can't hold on."

  His eyes flashed, and he moved under her, thrusting her up, so that her weight rested on his hips, his cock angled deep inside her. He jerked his head, flashing his damp hair back from his forehead, and gave a soft, hoarse laugh. "I'm here, I won't let go. I'm right here."

  Winded, she shuddered and came again, her sex flooded, her head falling forward onto his shoulder.

  He reached up, moving around her, wrenching the bondage tape from the bar.

  Panting, she moved and latched her hands around his face, lifting her head up and wrapping her legs around his hips. "Isn't this how we started?"

  He smiled, holding her easily, his hands stroking her back. "Things have changed a bit since that night, haven't they?"

  "Yes, they have. Hold me, Tommy." She was still struggling to catch her breath. Her limbs were weak and shaking, her hands clutching at him.

  "Like I said, I'm right here."

  She nodded, looking into his eyes. It was true, and she was glad. She felt raw inside, her chest aching. The pain of the emotion felt good, though. It made her feel alive, really alive, and for the first time ever, Kelly Burton wanted her heart to ache some more.

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  About Saskia Walker:

  Saskia Walker is an award-winning British author of erotic fiction. Her short stories and novellas have appeared in over eighty international anthologies including Best Women's Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Secrets, and Wicked Words. Her erotica has also been featured in several international magazines including Penthouse, Bust, and Scarlet. After writing shorts for several years Saskia moved into novel-length projects. Her erotic single titles include Double Dare, Rampant, The Harlot, The Libertine, and The Jezebel. Fascinated with seduction, Saskia loves to explore how and why we get from saying "hello" to sharing our most intimate selves in moments of extreme passion. She has lots more stories in the pipeline! Saskia lives in the north of England, close to the beautiful Yorkshire moors, with her partner, Mark, and a houseful of stray felines. Visit her website for more info.

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