Bound by Design: A Binding Ties Story

by Natasha Moore

  “All right.” The words slipped out before Jenn even had a chance to think about it. Deep inside she must have wanted to go with Scott. Must have wanted to explore bondage again with someone more experienced. Someone she was beginning to like a great deal.

  They slipped out of the pantry and made their way back to the party. The music and conversation was still going strong. The crowd had thinned out a little. Maybe some of Tori and Doug’s other guests were heading out to have another kind of fun.

  Tori and Doug were sitting by the fireplace. Tori’s eyes lit up when she saw Jenn and Scott approach them together.

  “Great house, guys,” Scott said lightly. He reached out and shook Doug’s hand, then grabbed Tori in a big hug. “Great party.”

  “Tori, can I talk to you for a sec before we go?” Jenn asked quietly. Tori’s grin grew bigger at the word “we”. She hurried with Jenn over to the other side of the room.

  “What’s up?” Tori asked in a loud whisper. “Are you guys really leaving together?”

  “Um, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Jenn glanced quickly toward Scott. He was still talking to Doug. “Yeah, I really like Scott and I think I can trust him. I can, can’t I, Tori? It’s safe for me to go off with him. Just for tonight?”

  “Hon, I wouldn’t have introduced you to Scott if I didn’t think you’d be perfectly safe with him. I’d trust him with my life. He’s a great guy.”

  “Yeah, I’m starting to feel that. I just wanted to make sure.”

  “You have my blessing, young lady,” Tori said with a giggle. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you two are hooking up and I introduced you!”

  “Just for tonight,” Jenn repeated. She couldn’t look past tonight. And now she’d never hear the end of it from Tori. Her friend looked over Jenn’s shoulder and grinned even bigger. She turned and saw Scott walking toward them. Sparks of anticipation shot through her body.

  “Ready?” he asked. The seductive promise in that one word made her shiver.

  She nodded and gave Tori a quick hug. “Night.”

  “Call me tomorrow,” Tori said.

  “Okay.”

  Scott slid his arm around Jenn’s waist and they walked from the house, their hips pressed together again, their strides matching. The air was finally cooler, the light breeze lifting the sweat from her skin. A bright half-moon peeked through the branches of the huge pines that lined the circular driveway. The drive was still lined with cars.

  “Where are you parked?” he asked. “Can you leave your car?”

  She paused and they lost the matching rhythm they had going. Did she want to leave her car? Depend on him to get her home? “I’d rather drive.”

  He tightened his grip on her waist. “Already looking for a way out?”

  Jenn stopped then and pulled away from him. “Give me a break here. I’m making a huge leap of faith going home with you tonight. Believe it or not, I don’t usually go to a guy’s house on the first date. Hell, this wasn’t even a date.”

  Scott combed his fingers through his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He took her hand and held it lightly. “I haven’t told you how honored I am that you’ve trusted me so far. I don’t even know why you have. I hope I can prove to you that I deserve it.”

  “I do trust you, Scott. But I told you, I don’t know if I want to get back into bondage again. I am excited about giving it a try, but…”

  “I’ll just have to prove to you that you deserve it.”

  That was a strange way to phrase it. Like the bondage was a gift he was giving her. “I just want to be sure I can leave if I decide it’s not for me.”

  “I can respect that. Where’s your car, I’ll walk you to it.”

  Jenn pointed out her red sedan and Scott waited until she unlocked it and climbed inside. With the driver’s door still open, he knelt down beside her. He slid his hand beneath her skirt and headed straight for her pussy. He slid two fingers deep into her core. Her hips rocked instinctively to give him better access.

  “I’m the black convertible,” he told her as he continued to rub his fingers along her sensitive channel. “The drive will take about twenty minutes. I live outside of town.”

  She swallowed. “Okay.”

  After he pulled his fingers from her body, he teased her clit just long enough to build her arousal again. She dropped her head back onto the headrest and moaned. He placed a quick kiss onto her lips and then slid his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked on them for a moment. “Mmm, you taste good.” He stood. “Think about me.” He slammed the door closed and walked away.

  Shit. How could she help but think about him? The buzz was back in her blood. Maybe she should have ridden with him. They could have played with each other’s bodies for the next twenty minutes instead of being alone. She turned the radio on the heavy rock station and pulled out of the drive to follow him home.

  Jenn knew she should have used this time alone to think about the situation she was putting herself into. To remember the way Rob had dominated every part of her life until she couldn’t even think for herself. Why bother when it didn’t matter what she said, what she wanted? She was the slave and what the Master wanted was all that mattered.

  Did she want to risk that happening again?

  But her body was so needy she couldn’t think straight. Could barely drive. She squirmed in the seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure between her legs. Yeah, she should have ridden with Scott.

  All she could remember now was the security she’d felt while in bondage. The amazing rush of sensations as Rob had played with her body while she’d had absolutely no control. Her pussy throbbed as she remembered the intense pleasure he’d wrung out of her.

  Or was her pussy throbbing because Scott had made sure of it before he left her? He seemed so confident. So capable. She couldn’t help but be nervous and a little apprehensive about what was going to happen tonight. He was an experienced Dom. She was an uncertain submissive.

  They left the lights of town and headed out into the country. She could still turn around. She could head home and use the experienced vibrator in her nightstand. And if the orgasm wasn’t earth-shattering, it would still take care of the itch. But as Jenn considered it, she knew she didn’t want to go home. She’d always wonder if Scott was right, if she’d be missing something important if she didn’t give it another try.

  Soon they were pulling into a long, narrow driveway. Parking in front of a big, old house surrounded by woods. It reminded her of an old farmhouse, square, two stories, with a long porch across the front. Scott was at her car almost before she’d put it into park. He opened the door and helped her out.

  He pulled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her. “Thank you.”

  She could see him quite well in the spotlight at the edge of the parking space. “For what?”

  His expression was serious when he said, “For coming here tonight. For trusting me.”

  “Oh, well, I said I would.”

  He shrugged and stepped back. “But you could have driven away.”

  Did he know how close she was to doing that? “But I didn’t.” He took her hand as they walked up the old brick walk. “This house isn’t what I expected.”

  “No?”

  “I pictured you in a new condo. Or a trendy contemporary house.”

  He chuckled. “Not this old, run-down place?”

  “Something like that. Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I didn’t buy this place for the house. I bought it for the location. Tomorrow I’ll show you around the property. I’m planning to design a new house to take advantage of the view.”

  Of course he was.

  They’d climbed the steps and reached the front door, but instead of opening the door, he turned to her and took her hands in his. “Jenn. When we step through the door, it will be as Master and slave. I know you have had a little experience in this, but I’ll explain what I expect as we go along. I won’t assume you know wh
at I want. Understand?”

  Her heart was racing. She nodded.

  “First things first, I expect you to obey me. Trust me to know what is best for you. In return I will take care of you. I’ll make this an experience you’ll never forget. And I mean that in a good way. Okay?”

  She nodded again. She couldn’t have spoken if he’d commanded it. Well, maybe if he’d commanded it.

  “I plan to challenge you, but I’ll try not to give you more than you can handle. Okay?”

  Her pussy was throbbing so hard she could hardly think straight. She just wanted to get on with it.

  “If you’ve reached your limit, just tell me to stop. But before you do, try to go a little farther. I think you’re a strong woman and you might be amazed how much you can handle. But I promise to stop if you tell me to. And from now on you are not to speak unless I ask you a question or you’re putting a stop to the play.” He squeezed her hands. “Ready?”

  She nodded.

  “I asked, are you ready?”

  She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  He opened the door and led her inside.

  Scott knew Jenn was nervous, he couldn’t blame her. But she was excited too. He was certain of that. He couldn’t wait to bind her. To try out a few toys on her. He didn’t really plan on any heavy play tonight. Not the first time. He needed to see how she’d react to certain things. How far he could go. How far she could go.

  But he needed to know she was willing.

  She stood before him, her eyes lowered, her hands clasped behind her back. She was lovely, her dark hair spilling down her back, her perky breasts practically fighting to get out of that damned dress. Good idea.

  “Take that dress off,” he said, his voice a little harsher than he intended. Maybe the anticipation of what this night might bring was stronger than he thought.

  She quickly ran the zipper down and slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. The dress rustled to the floor, pooling around her feet. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra and he had her panties in his pocket, she was completely naked except for those strappy heels on her feet. His cock twitched with appreciation.

  Her pink pussy lips were visible beneath the tightly trimmed curls between her legs. He’d have to talk to her about waxing. He liked a smooth pussy. But that was for later.

  “Pick up the dress and follow me. Leave the shoes on.”

  She followed him up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t turn to watch her, just listened to her heavy breathing and the clomp of her heels on the treads. He led her into his bedroom, the only room upstairs that had any furniture in it.

  “You can hang your dress on that hook over there,” he told her, pointing to the hook on the back of the door. “Close the door while you’re at it.”

  She did as she was told and then turned to face him. He noticed her lips quivering and he quickly closed the space between them. “Don’t be nervous.” He stroked her soft cheek with the back of his fingers, then traced her lips.

  He got a good look at those nipple rings, slim and shiny gold. And then he noticed the jewelry surrounding her navel. He stepped closer to get a better look. He traced the delicate crescent that curved around her navel then rubbed his finger over the multi-faceted blue sapphire that twinkled in the center.

  “Did you make this?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I’m planning a playroom in my new house but tonight I think the bedroom is what we need anyway. I bought this bed with bondage play in mind.” He watched her run her gaze up the four thick posts. “Stay there.”

  Scott crossed the room and opened the closet. He grabbed the bag packed with all his toys and bondage gear off the floor. He hadn’t opened it in a long time. Until this moment, he’d forgotten how long it had been. No wonder he was so eager.

  He lifted the heavy bag onto the bed and let Jenn see the way it sank into the mattress. He unzipped it and dug through the cuffs and paddles and such, and pulled out a couple lengths of rope from the bottom of the bag.

  He turned to her with the rope in his hand. “I’m a breast man. Did I tell you that?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I think we need to take care of these breasts first.” He wrapped the rope around her torso, just below her breasts and tied it tight. “Your breasts are just perfect. Not too heavy, but big enough to bind.” He took the time to cup them in his hands, stroke the soft, firm skin with his fingers. “Lovely.” He quickly wound rope around each of her breasts until they bulged around the bindings. She moaned softly as he tied off the second one. “Okay?”

  She nodded.

  He loved the way bound breasts looked. The skin tight, the nipples big and round. The shiny nipple rings were added icing to a beautiful cake. He hooked a finger into one of the nipple rings and tugged. “Come.” He pulled her by the ring over to the bed. “Stand with your back to this post.” She leaned back against the post and he pulled her arms behind it. Then he wrapped her arms together with rope from wrist to elbow, effectively tying her to the bedpost. “You’re so flexible. This is wonderful.”

  Scott stood back then and looked at his handiwork. His cock ached. Her breasts were even more prominent. He wouldn’t be able to wait much longer before his mouth would be on them. “You look like a beautiful figurehead on the bow of a ship.”

  She smiled.

  “I haven’t tied up a beautiful woman in a very long time.” He reached out and stroked her breasts, the skin was tight, the color slightly darker as the blood gathered there. So smooth, like warm glass. He bent down and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. She gasped. He sucked harder. She moaned.

  “That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s it.” He scraped his teeth across the nipple and she cried out. God, he loved those noises she made. They sang along his skin and made him even harder.

  Scott sank to his knees in front of his beautiful slave. He pressed her knees apart as far as he could. She hung forward, her bound arms tight against the back of the post. She ended up on the toes of her shoes, leaving her unsteady. He liked her unsteady. He parted her pretty pink flesh, pleased to see the glistening moisture trickling down her thighs.

  “Yeah, you like this, don’t you? You’re so wet.” He traced his finger along her swollen labia and she jerked her hips. “Stay still.” He grasped onto her hips and buried his face between her legs. He drank in her sweet juices, swiping his tongue along her slit in long wet licks. This time her moan sounded like it was torn from deep within her. He sucked on her slick flesh, drawing it greedily into his mouth. He plunged his tongue into her core as his fingers dug into her hips.

  “You are a tasty little slave,” he said. He wiped his wet face on her thigh. Her breathing was getting faster, shallower. He knew he was going to have to release her breasts soon. But he couldn’t resist diving between her legs once more. He concentrated on her clit then, the little nub was hot and red, standing at attention. He rubbed his tongue around and around it, lightly brushing against it. He listened for her reaction and as soon as it sounded as if she was close to coming, he pulled away. Stood up. Stepped away.

  Jenn glared down at Scott. He did it again! Left her right at the edge and pulled her back. Was this some kind of game he liked to play with his slaves?

  How many slaves had he had over the years? Did he tease them all and leave them hanging when the night was over? She expected to see amusement in his expression, or some kind of nasty glee, but she didn’t. When the haze of arousal cleared from her vision, she saw what might have been compassion.

  “Right now you want to call me a bastard, don’t you?” There was only a slight hint of amusement in his voice.

  She nodded, clenching her teeth so the word didn’t burst through her lips. Her bound breasts were throbbing. So were her tightly tied arms. So was her clit.

  “Well, that glare says it all, but I’m pleased you obeyed me complete
ly.” He stroked her aching breasts and the added sensations hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. “You have to trust me, Jenn. Trust that I’ll take care of you. That I know what’s best for you and that it’s always on my mind.” He tugged lightly on her nipples rings and she groaned. “These breasts are beautiful like this, but unfortunately we have to get your circulation back.”

  He quickly unwound the ropes binding her breasts. If she hadn’t been tied to the bedpost, she would have crumpled to the floor. The surge of pain pulled a cry from deep within her. She sagged against her bound arms.

  Then Scott was there, holding her face in his hands, kissing her wet cheeks. “Breathe, sweetheart, breathe. You’re doing great. I’m so proud of you.”

  His praise warmed her heart and cooled the burning pain, making it easier to bear. And suddenly it didn’t hurt at all. She was riding that high again. Her pussy gushed, her heart raced.

  Scott kissed her lips lightly. “There’s that smile I was hoping to see.” He wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “Can you stand back now? I’ll untie you.”

  Jenn nodded and straightened so that all her weight wasn’t on her arms anymore. He untied her arms and led her over to the side of the bed.

  “Sit a minute,” he said. He stood before her, still fully dressed. He’d rolled back the cuffs of his white shirt, but otherwise he still looked like a calm and polished architect. No, there was a passion smoldering in his eyes that she was certain wasn’t there when he was pouring over blueprints. Or then again, maybe he had just as much passion for his work as he did for his play.

  The twinges of arousal were driving her crazy, so Jenn squirmed on the mattress. She tried to do it cautiously so Scott wouldn’t notice, but of course he did.

  He pushed her knees apart and she had to catch herself so she didn’t fall back on the mattress. “I know you want to come, but that’s my responsibility.” He brushed her nipples again. “I’ll let you know when you can come.”

  Jenn groaned and let her head fall back. She always loved the way her hair felt swishing across her bare back, but right now it only increased the sensitivity of her skin.