Bound by Design: A Binding Ties Story

by Natasha Moore

  He was hard and hurting. He hadn’t had sex since Kayley, since his engagement crashed and burned and left him scrambling for someplace to start over.

  He would never again try to be someone he wasn’t. Life was too short to live someone else’s life. And he didn’t want Jenn to live her life like that either.

  But as he remembered his time with Kayley, he understood what Jenn was talking about. He almost lost himself trying to be what Kayley wanted him to be. He’d never again deny his dominant needs.

  He stood up and faced Jenn as she looked up expectantly at him. “Spread your legs.” His voice came out a little louder than he’d planned. A little harsher.

  She hesitated briefly then slowly slid her thighs apart. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising tantalizingly with each breath. Her scent wound around him as the breeze picked up. He knelt in front of her, nestled in between her legs. He pushed her skirt up until he uncovered her pink lacy panties, dark and wet in the middle.

  He left her skirt bunched up like that and reached for her breasts. He squeezed them through the fabric. If he had any say about it, she’d never again wear a dress that didn’t give him access to her breasts or pussy anytime he wanted.

  “Did you ever try any pain play?” he asked, squeezing a little harder.

  She nodded, her breath catching in her throat.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Um…mostly.” She gasped as he dug his fingers deeper, but she arched her back, pushing her eager flesh closer.

  Yeah, she liked it. And he would have more finesse than a college boy would have had. He was going have to get her someplace where he could enjoy her body the way he wanted to. The way she deserved.

  Soon.

  He ached with the need to spread her naked over his lap and slap her ass until it was bright red. Until she was gasping and wriggling beneath his hand. Until she shattered, crying out his name.

  Scott groaned and glanced around them. Could he do it here? Would the sound of his hand smacking her luscious flesh be heard over the music and the conversations? Probably not. But would her cries carry over the din? Probably, but at this point his need was worth the risk.

  Scott slid his hands up her firm thighs, savoring the soft skin and the heat emanating from that sweet spot between her legs. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her there, but unfortunately that treat was going to have to wait. He hooked his fingers into the top of her panties. He looked up at her. Her smooth, dark hair framed her lovely petite features and spilled over her shoulders. Her eyes were still closed, lips slightly parted. “Lift your hips, Jenn.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He was sure the title slipped out without her even noticing it, but just hearing it gave him a surge of pleasure. She’d easily settled into her sub mentality. She raised her hips and he slid her panties down her legs.

  “You can let go of the bench, Jenn.”

  “Really?” She frowned but slowly brought her arms back around and placed her hands palm-up in her lap. Must be something the kid taught her to do. Good.

  “Yes. Open your eyes.”

  Jenn’s eyes fluttered open. Scott knelt between her legs, her panties clutched in his fist. The faint breeze brushed against her exposed pussy, cooling her heated flesh.

  Was he going to touch her there? She tingled with anticipation. With need and excitement. And a touch of fear.

  What was she doing here? He was a Dom. A Dom. She’d promised herself years ago that she’d never get involved in that scene again. But she was in too far now, too horny and achy. The memories of that earlier time added to the excitement, yet made her wary. She doubted he could change her mind about the bondage lifestyle, but she was willing to try a taste tonight.

  But he could forget about the weekend. Giving up control would be the first step toward giving up herself.

  She tried to keep her breathing steady while she waited for him. He was so good looking, so strong and confident. So sexy and seductive. She found herself wanting to do anything he said.

  He rose to his feet and stepped back. “I want you to stand up and turn around.”

  She did as he commanded. She didn’t even think twice. The skirt of her dress slithered down her thighs as she rose. She turned her back to him and looked over the back of the bench, the thick shrubbery behind it nothing more than wavy shadows.

  “I was going to put you over my knee,” Scott said, his tone very matter-of-fact, sending shivers over her skin. “But I have a better idea. Bend over at the waist and hold onto the back of the bench.”

  Was he really going to spank her? And do it out in the open like this? Anyone could come upon them. Anyone could hear her cry out, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to help it. What if Tori or Doug saw her like this? But her apprehension wasn’t as strong as the unexpected thrills shooting through her system.

  So she did as he told her, bent over, grasped the top rail of the bench and offered her ass to him. He hummed in what she hoped was appreciation. He stepped up close and rubbed up against her cheeks. She could feel his hard cock through his slacks. She felt his hands slide the skirt of her dress up again, baring her.

  “You look lovely like that,” he murmured. “Keep your legs straight.” He caressed her skin, running his hand across her ass and her upper thighs. Her pussy clenched, waiting, but he never came close to touching her there. “Did he spank you often?” he asked as he continued the soft strokes.

  “No, Sir. He never did.”

  “Ah, then this will be a new experience for you.” He sounded pleased.

  Her knees trembled. “Yes, Sir.”

  He tapped her shoes with his foot, spreading her legs wide. “Since we really don’t want to call attention to ourselves, we’ll have to be as quiet as possible.”

  “Yes, Sir.” But she wondered how quiet slaps on bare flesh could really be.

  And then the realization hit her. He was really going to smack her ass. He was going to hurt her. And she was going to let him. What was she thinking? She knew she could put a stop to it. All she had to do was stand up and walk away. He’d let her go.

  But even if her mind wanted to go, her body wasn’t moving. She felt more alive at this moment than she had in years. She was in the roller coaster car on her way to the top and looking forward to diving down the other side. She wasn’t going to think about the dip at the bottom. All she hoped for was a long stretch of airtime when she could soar. Hopefully the free fall would be worth the plunge at the end.

  He was still running his hands over her bare ass, warming her skin, relaxing her when there should be no possible way she could be relaxed.

  “I’m afraid you might have a problem keeping quiet once I get started,” Scott said softly. He almost sounded pleased with the idea. What was she getting herself into? He leaned over her back, a solid weight that made it hard for her to keep her legs straight. He reached around her, touching her lips. “Open wide.”

  She opened her mouth and he stuffed her damp panties in as far as they would go. “Good. Bite down on that.”

  She nodded and bit down. Nerves danced and twirled in her stomach.

  She gasped when the first smack landed on her bare skin. The sound was swallowed up by the panties. The pain barely registered. But as he continued to slap her with his hand, her skin began to warm, began to sting. Jenn closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. Concentrated on Scott’s heavy breathing. And her own.

  The ache began to spread. Each blow hurt worse than the one before. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she kept them closed tight. Her groans grew louder, she couldn’t help it, but they were mostly muffled by her gag. It hurt. It burned.

  Jenn was almost to the breaking point. The pain was almost more than she could take. She didn’t want to admit that she couldn’t take any more. She didn’t want to disappoint Scott. But, damn, maybe she couldn’t take it anymore.

  But then, strangely, the pain began to fade. Her body sang with the blood pulsing through he
r veins. Her pussy throbbed with arousal. Her moans started to grow deeper and more needy. And amazingly, she started to lean back into the blows. She didn’t want him to stop.

  She started to rock her hips to relieve some of the pressure building between her legs, but it didn’t do any good. She was panting, her heart racing. And she desperately needed to come.

  “Fuck.” The one word, sharp and angry, broke through the haze of her arousal.

  Scott suddenly stopped spanking her, dropped the dress over her bottom. He slid his arm around her waist and helped her stand up straight. He whirled her around, pulled the wet panties out of her mouth and shoved them in his pocket.

  She found herself pulled into his arms. She was surprised, but sank into the embrace. It felt wonderful. If only she could have gotten off first.

  Then she heard the voices coming toward them. Several people were walking their way, laughing and talking loudly.

  Scott groaned into her ear. She felt his erection heavy on her hip. He was as aroused as she was. He was breathing as hard as she was too. “Tell me,” he said, his voice rough as he murmured in her ear. “Do we continue this tonight? It’s your call. If you say no, we’ll part right now. If you say yes, then let me be very clear, there will be bondage involved. But I can promise it will be a much different experience than you had back in college.”

  Jenn rested her head on his shoulder. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think.

  “Just for tonight, Jenn. I won’t push for more than that.” He kissed the top of her head. ‘Unless we both want it.” The voices were getting closer. “What do you say? Do you want this?”

  She nodded. There was no way she wanted to stop now.

  “Tell me, Jenn. Say it out loud.”

  “Yes. I want this.”

  “Good.” After a moment, he released her and she stepped away. He didn’t let her get far. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. They walked toward the house side by side, hips rubbing, nodding at the group walking through the garden in the darkness. She was shaking from being yanked off the high she’d been riding. From the arousal still scrambling through her body. Her butt hurt from the rub of her dress on the sensitive skin, but it was a good hurt. A reminder that she took more than she thought she could.

  “I’d take you home but I can’t wait that long,” Scott murmured. They matched their stride until they reached the house. He took her hand then and pulled her through the crowd, weaving around people and furniture, obviously knowing where he was going. Tori caught her eye and waved. Jenn just smiled and followed Scott out of the great room and through the huge kitchen. There was a mess of dirty dishes everywhere. Doug must have made the hors d'oeuvres.

  Scott yanked her around the corner and opened a wide louvered door and pulled her inside. “Pantry,” he said and pushed her up against the shelves. The hard edges bit into her skin. Faint light filtered through the louvers.

  He crushed his lips to hers.

  He hadn’t meant to kiss her. He’d been so hard he could barely walk through the house to find someplace where they could fuck. He’d been headed for the bathroom, but was afraid someone would want to use it before he could finish with her. He hoped no one would need anything from the pantry for a while.

  But that didn’t explain why he’d pushed her up against the shelves and, instead of unzipping his pants and plunging into her pussy, he’d leaned in for another taste of her.

  Sweet and soft. That was Jenn. Her taste, her body, her personality. Much like Kayley, but still so different. Then his former fiancé disappeared from his mind as Jenn moaned and opened her lips to his searching tongue. He thrust between her lips, exploring her mouth, drinking her in. She sucked deeply on his tongue and wrapped her arms around him.

  He let her hold him for a moment, enjoyed being held by her, then he pulled back, leaving her breathless. Hell, so was he.

  In the semi-darkness he couldn’t see much besides cans and boxes on the shelves. If there was a roll of string or a length of clothesline, he didn’t see it. Then he remembered her panties. He pulled them out of his back pocket.

  “Turn around,” he said softly.

  The question of what he had in mind hung in the air between them, but she didn’t say it out loud. He gave her credit for that. It took her a little longer than he would have liked for her to obey, but she did turn around without speaking and that pleased him too.

  “Good,” he said. He slipped one of her hands through a leg hole, then twisted the lace until it was tight and slipped her other wrist through. The pink lace wouldn’t hold up to serious play, but for now her wrists were bound together behind her back.

  And that was the way he liked it. He turned her around to face him and looked her over, her perky breasts and nipples standing at attention beneath the silky dress. The pale curve of her throat, her dark hair a silky frame. He wished he could see her better, but he didn’t want to rouse anyone’s curiosity by having light showing through the louvers.

  “On your knees.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her excitement was obvious in her whisper. She sank to her knees before him and looked up at him with wide eyes.

  If they had more time, if they were someplace where they didn’t have the chance of being interrupted, he’d make her release his cock with only her mouth. He’d like to see her fumble with the button and the zipper using only her lips and teeth. But that was for another time. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped and his aching cock sprang free.

  “Take me in your mouth and don’t release me until you’ve sucked me dry.” Scott groaned as he sank into her hot mouth. The state he was in, it wouldn’t be long at all until he lost control.

  She slid her slick lips along his cock, rocking on her knees to move up and down his length. She nearly released him once, but kept the head in her mouth, running her tongue torturously around and around. God, that felt good. Her moans of pleasure sounded loud in the small space. When he’d had enough of her teasing, he curled his fingers into her hair and held her head. Then he plunged deep and hard. He hit the back of her throat, but didn’t let up. First she gagged then gasped, and when she did that her throat opened up more and he pushed his cock farther down.

  He didn’t hold it there, didn’t want to scare her with breath play this early in the game. But he kept the strokes long and deep, and she soon learned how to open her throat to take him all the way. She was breathing heavily. They both were.

  When he finally went all the way in and her nose hit his abdomen, he was gone. He felt his balls tighten and it took all he had not to roar when he came, shooting his sperm down her throat. She took it all, like a good little slave, and licked him clean when she was done swallowing.

  He tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped up. Next time…if there was a next time…she’d do that for him.

  He stroked her silky hair then helped her to her feet. He released her wrists and tucked the panties back in his pocket. She stood there silently, staring at him expectedly. Whether she knew it or not, she was definitely born to be a slave. He ran his hands over her body, lingering on her breasts, twisting those nipple rings he couldn’t wait to uncover. He took a step away from her in the small space.

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  “Wait. What?”

  Scott held his grin, but a wicked chuckle slipped out. She was desperate to come. He knew that and it was the reason he was stopping now. He didn’t want her sated and relaxed. He knew she was still wary and he was afraid once she was satisfied, she’d find an excuse to leave.

  She wasn’t leaving without him.

  Chapter Three

  “I’m taking you home with me.” Scott wrapped his fingers around her wrist and stepped toward the door.

  “Wait.” She was so aroused she couldn’t think straight, but she forced herself to speak the words her mind was screaming. “I don’t know if I feel comfortable going to your place.”

  “What? Did you think we’d just finish fuckin
g in the closet and go our separate ways?”

  He made it sound so cold, but Jenn realized that’s sort of what she’d had in the back of her mind. She wished she could read the expression on Scott’s face in the darkness. Was he angry, or merely disappointed? “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

  “You agreed to the night, Jenn,” he reminded her, his voice low and hard. “You agreed to bondage play tonight.”

  She did agree, but as aroused as she was, she was having second thoughts. Maybe the high wouldn’t be worth the low. “You already bound my hands. You already spanked me.”

  He yanked her up against the length of his body. “If that was the extent of your bondage, that kid was a poor excuse for a Dom.”

  The memories made her shudder. “No, we did a lot more than that. Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.”

  “I don’t want to scare you,” he said, his voice softer now. He ran his hand over her back in long strokes. “The last thing I want is for you to be frightened. I want you excited. I want you aroused. I want you to find yourself again.”

  But wasn’t it when she stopped being Rob’s slave that she found herself again? She leaned against Scott’s hard, warm body, torn and confused.

  “One night, Jenn. If I’m wrong, you can leave in the morning, no questions asked.”

  “Why does it matter so much to you?” she cried. “Why do you care if I get tied up or not? You already got off tonight and I’m sure you can find an eager slave happy to bow to your commands.”

  “It matters because I like you, Jenn. Because I understand why you’re trying to deny that basic need you have for submission. I tried to deny my dominant side and my life crashed and burned because of it. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

  The insistent buzz running through her body had calmed down a bit. She could think a little more clearly. “What happened?”

  “I’ll be happy to tell you about it, but not while we’re shut up in a storage closet. Let’s go say goodbye to our host and hostess and I’ll tell you about it when we get to my place.”