Bound by Design: A Binding Ties Story

by Natasha Moore

  Jenn’s sweet breast was too close to his mouth for Scott to resist. He lightly licked the tight nipple then played with the gold ring with his tongue. He tugged on the ring, enjoying the way her nipple stretched with each pull. He leaned over her to get a better angle, wrapping his arm around her waist. Then he drew the nipple, ring and all, into his mouth and sucked deeply.

  She stirred beneath him, arched her back to give him better access, and smiled sleepily up at him.

  Jenn awoke to the sweet sensation of Scott suckling at her breast. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. The tugging at her nipple shot all the way to her core.

  Scott rolled over to rest his body over hers. She loved his warm weight pressing onto her. Loved his hard cock resting on her thigh. He cupped his hands around her breast and nibbled on her nipple using his lips, his tongue, his teeth. She cried out with the delicious sensations he was creating throughout her body as he concentrated on one tiny nipple.

  She kept waiting for some commands from him. Expecting him to want to cuff her or blindfold her or something. But he didn’t. He thoroughly made love to her breasts and then to every other part of her. By the time he’d brought her to orgasm twice with his mouth, she was breathless. When he plunged into her, his hands on her breasts, his gaze capturing hers, she knew finally that a relationship with Scott would be nothing like it was with Rob. She felt no guilt, no shame as she had in the past. She felt…joy.

  Tori had been wrong. Scott was a nice guy. He’d been patient with her, caring about her needs and her emotions. And when he gazed down on her, the warmth in his eyes melted her resolve.

  Maybe it was time to get past the fears. Forget about the past and look forward to what the future might bring. Embrace this new chance, this new man, and the possibility of a new life.

  They slept wrapped in each other’s arms. Scott woke her once more during the night to make love to her, again gently, sweetly. The orgasms were nothing like the one she had while bound, but they were satisfying just the same. Perhaps there was a place for occasional bondage in her life now. Maybe.

  Jenn helped Scott fix breakfast in the morning. She wore one of his button-down shirts. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, the hem reached her knees. She wore nothing underneath it.

  They discovered they both liked their coffee strong and black, their eggs sunny side up and their whole-wheat toast smothered with grape jam. Their conversation was light, talking about the fact that they were both only children and how much they enjoyed their careers and that they both worked late into the night when they were deep into their design work. They discovered they liked old movies and long walks and funky rhythm and blues. They talked about everything but the bondage.

  Jenn couldn’t totally relax, even though she enjoyed cooking and drinking coffee and chatting with Scott. She liked him more as each minute went by. But she knew sometime they were going to have to talk about it. Somehow a discussion about bondage didn’t seem to fit into breakfast conversation on a sunny Saturday morning.

  Scott didn’t seem in a hurry to have the conversation either. She wondered why he hadn’t indulged in any bondage play in a long time. What was his story? Then Jenn remembered something he’d said when they were hiding out in the pantry. Something about his life falling apart when he’d tried to deny his dominant needs.

  The toast and eggs were all gone. They were sitting in a bright breakfast nook off the large country kitchen, sipping on their strong, dark coffee.

  Scott smiled at her. “I like the way you look in my kitchen.”

  “Thanks.” Jenn picked up her coffee mug, but put it back down without taking another drink. Her stomach was suddenly queasy. Maybe she should just go before they ruined what had been a perfect night with messy conversation.

  As if he knew her thoughts, he reached across the small round table and covered her hand with his. “We have to talk you know.”

  She nodded and looked down at her mug.

  “Are you going to make me say it?” he asked.

  “Say what?”

  “That you are a perfect submissive. That something has been missing from your life. That you need the domination, you need the bondage, to be whole.”

  Wasn’t that too strong a statement? Wasn’t she whole without being tied up? ”I…I don’t know.”

  “I think you do know,” he said. His tone wasn’t angry, but commanding. “You think it’s weak to admit you’re submissive, but nothing could be farther from the truth. It takes strength and bravery to do what you did last night.” He took a deep breath. “I understand completely because I was weak too. I knew I was dominant. I had my fun at clubs, learned all about bondage play and the roles of Master and slave. I learned how to handle a flogger and how to tie knots. I had a couple of girlfriends who enjoyed the play, but never wanted anything long term. Then I met Kayley.”

  Jenn stared at Scott. He was suddenly so serious. A shiver ran over her skin and she clutched his hand.

  “Kayley didn’t have anything to do with the lifestyle. Hell, she didn’t even know there was a lifestyle. I met her through my job. She was an interior designer and we worked together on a couple projects.” Scott smiled sadly and rubbed his thumb over the top of Jenn’s hand. “She was sweet and loving and before long I’d fallen hard for her. I told myself right up until the night before the wedding that I didn’t need the lifestyle anymore. That I didn’t want to dominate my fiancée. That I certainly didn’t want to tie her up or clamp her tits or…or shove her wet panties into her mouth and smack her ass until it was red.”

  He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Jenn’s cheek. “But I was lying to myself. I knew something was missing, even though I loved her. I told myself it was worth it, that if I wanted to settle down and have a wife and family, there were certain things I’d have to give up.”

  He let go of Jenn’s hand and wrapped his around his coffee mug. He was quiet for so long, Jenn finally asked, “What happened?”

  “My friends took me to a bondage club for my bachelor party. See, most of them had known me from way back, they were Doms themselves. I didn’t stay long, but all I’d been missing came rushing back to me. I knew I would eventually come to resent Kayley if I tried to ignore that basic part of me.”

  Poor Scott. “So you broke up with her?”

  “No. She broke up with me.” He shrugged. “I thought I’d give her a chance, you know, to see if maybe deep inside she’d had fantasies like that. Maybe she longed to be tied up and never dared say anything to me.”

  Jenn could tell from the look on his face that it must not have been the case. “I take it things didn’t turn out well?”

  Scott laughed, a quick, dark bark. “She was shocked. Repulsed. How could I even imagine she’d want to engage in perverted acts like that? I was a sick bastard and she never wanted to see me again.”

  “I’m sorry,” Jenn said, “but she couldn’t have really loved you if she said things like that. She would have at least tried to see your point of view.”

  He shrugged. “That’s when I started to put out feelers and found the job out here.” He took her hand again. “But I hadn’t been looking for anyone new before Tori introduced us. There was just something about you. I had to try again.”

  Jenn remembered the way Scott had questioned her at the party the night before. How hard that must have been for him to risk rejection again.

  “Everything felt right last night, Jenn. At least for me. I like you a lot and I’d like to explore a relationship with you. But I’m keeping my promise. If you’ve decided this isn’t what you need, I won’t bother you again. Or I should say, if you decided that I’m not the Master you want, I won’t bother you again.” He squeezed her hand. “But don’t try to pretend you’re not submissive. I saw you fly last night. You were off in subspace and when you came back to earth, the glow on your face was one I’ve only seen a few precious times.” He leaned over and cupped her chin in his hand. “Just don’t deny your ne
eds, Jenn.”

  She was silent for a moment as she replayed last night. The safety, the security she’d felt while bound. The intense arousal and incredible release. The peace of knowing that Scott would take care of everything. The desire she had to please him above all else and the joy it gave her when she did. She took a deep breath and met his gaze head on, not the way a sub was supposed to, but the way she needed to right now.

  “I think you’re right. Just because my first experience was negative doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try again. I have been ignoring that part of me ever since.”

  She never would have been able to have this kind of conversation with Rob. He’d treated her more like a possession. A toy. He’d liked to call her his toy. She’d forgotten about that. They’d never discussed anything. He told her what to do and she did it. How pathetic she’d been.

  It was different with Scott. Not just because he treated her like a sexy, intelligent woman. Something about him called to her, something that had nothing to do with his dominance and everything to do with the smart and sexy man she was getting to know.

  “I like you too, Scott,” she said. Then she took the frightening leap, one she never thought she’d take again. “I’d definitely like to see where this might lead us.”

  His smile lit up his face. “Good.” He stood up and pulled her into his arms. The kiss was full of passion and she was quickly drawn into its heat. She pressed up against him, but he pulled away after a moment. “How about a look at the view.”

  “I’d love to, but I don’t have any walking shoes.”

  “That’s all right. The hill is grassy. You can go barefoot.”

  “Okay,” She rarely went barefoot, but Scott obviously knew it wouldn’t be too rough.

  “Good. I want to get a few things together to take with us.” He looked around the kitchen.

  Jenn followed his gaze and saw the dirty dishes on the table and counter. “I’ll clean up the kitchen while you do that.”

  He smiled and nodded. “Be right back.”

  It didn’t take long to put the dishes in the dishwasher. Jenn was done by the time Scott came back with a small backpack hooked over one shoulder.

  “Is this going to be such a long hike we’ll need provisions?” she asked with a grin.

  “No. Just a few things we might be able to use,” he replied. He took her hand and led her from the house.

  The sun was warm and the grass was soft beneath her feet. The light breeze lifted the tails of the shirt she wore. The yard behind Scott’s house sloped gradually uphill, but they soon reached the end of the grassy section. Trees and brush covered the hill. Jenn was following behind Scott, but stopped when the ground got too rough for her bare feet.

  “Ow. Wait!”

  Scott stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

  ‘The ground’s hurting my feet.”

  “Oh, sorry.” But the look on his face didn’t look sorry at all. He turned to her with a grin and to Jenn’s surprise, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Her head was now hanging down over his back, on top of the backpack. Her ass was up by his face. She could tell the shirt had slipped down her back so her butt was bare.

  “What are you doing?” she cried.

  He’d taken off up the hill, hauling her along. He didn’t bother to say anything as he wove through the trees. He probably figured it was obvious he was carrying her because she couldn’t walk. It didn’t mean she liked the way he was doing it.

  After they reached the top of the hill, he set her back down on the ground, careful to make sure she had her footing. She saw they were in the middle of a lovely clearing, surrounded by trees on three sides. She forgot all about her embarrassment. The ground was softer here and she could walk without her feet hurting. Scott took her hand and led her across the clearing.

  The view was incredible. A stand of evergreens lined a wide creek that meandered through the valley below. The town was visible in the distance. Not a far drive, but now just a quaint collection of rooftops and trees. Jenn turned to look at Scott. “Wow. You’re building your house here?”

  “Yeah. I’ve started working on the plans, but nothing’s final yet.” He pointed out the rocks he’d set down to show where the corners of the house would sit.

  “This will be an amazing setting.” If she had picked out the ideal place to build the house she’d always wanted, it would be a spot like this.

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “Who wouldn’t like it? And I’m sure your house will be awesome.”

  “Thank you.” He shrugged the backpack off his shoulder and unzipped it. He pulled out a large blanket and spread it out on the grass at the edge of the clearing, near a tall tree with a rope swing and a short tree stump. “Sit.”

  “Okay.” She sat down, facing the valley. The sun shone through the tree branches, warm on her face. “What a beautiful morning.”

  “And you add to the beauty,” he said lightly. “I’m glad I could show it to you.” She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. “Take off the shirt.”

  “What?”

  The smile dropped off his face. “Take off the shirt, Jenn. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

  Tears prickled her eyes as she began to unbutton the shirt. Confused emotions whirled within her. On one hand, her pussy already tingled and clenched from the commanding words and the length of clothesline she watched him pull from the bag. She wanted him to tie her up, use her on this beautiful hilltop in the warm morning sunshine.

  On the other hand, she wasn’t expecting this. She thought they were having a pleasant morning, a pleasant normal morning. She didn’t expect him to want them to be Master and slave 24/7. How naïve she’d been. Of course he did. They all did. Rob. Her jewelry clients.

  Scott.

  She stood up and clutched the unbuttoned shirt in front of her. Her body shook with disappointment. With fear. With sadness.

  “No, Scott. I can’t do this now.”

  He frowned. Was he just confused? Or angry? “What’s wrong?”

  “I thought I could do this, but I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t do this at all.” She turned and ran away from him, down the hill. The downed branches and uneven ground hurt her feet, but she kept running. If he caught up with her, he’d try to talk her into staying and she’d probably listen to him. She was weak that way. The only chance she had to keep from losing herself was to get away from him as soon as possible.

  She’d left her purse and keys in her car when she arrived last night in such a high state of arousal. Now she dove into the driver’s seat and started the car before she slammed the door closed behind her. She turned around as fast as she could and sped down the driveway. When she looked in the rearview mirror she saw him standing in front of the house, the coil of rope in his hand, watching her drive away.

  Chapter Five

  Scott pounded on Doug and Tori’s front door until he finally woke them up. Fuck, did they sleep all fucking morning? When Doug yanked open the door in only his boxer shorts, his red hair stuck out at all angles, the expression on his face would have scared to death anyone but his old college roommate. Scott must have looked a whole hell of a lot worse, because Doug went from angry to concerned in a split second.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “I need to talk to Tori.”

  “Did something happen with you and Jenn?”

  “You could say that. Can I come in?”

  “Yeah.” He stepped out of the doorway so Scott could walk inside. “Tor?” Doug called up the stairs. “Get dressed and come on down. It’s Scott.” He glanced back at Scott. “I’m gonna go grab some pants, you okay for a minute?”

  “Sure. Sure.” Scott paced the great room where he met Jenn last night. How could it have only been last night? So much had happened since then. So much had gone right. And something had gone very wrong.

  Shit. How long did it take one woman to throw some clothes on? Well, considering it
was Tori, he could be there ’til lunchtime.

  Not too much later, Tori came bounding down the stairs. “What happened? Is Jenn all right? Dammit, Scott, I told her you were okay.”

  “Fuck. I didn’t hurt her, Tori. I wouldn’t hurt her.” Then he remembered the look on her face when he’d ordered her to strip up at the house site. “Shit, at least physically. I don’t know what went wrong, but I need to know what happened to Jenn in college.”

  “How much do you know?”

  “That she had an immature boyfriend who liked to play at being a Dom and led her around by a choke collar to impress his friends.”

  Tori nodded and sank onto the loveseat. She patted the cushion next to her. Scott sat down, picturing Jenn beside him not twelve hours before. “He took over her whole life. She couldn’t see her friends. She only made it to classes half the time. He had her doubting every independent thought that came into her head.”

  “She said you swept in and rescued her.”

  “I had to do something. She couldn’t see it for herself.” She shuddered and looked out the French doors into the backyard. “When I saw her in the bar that night, he’d yanked her out of her chair by the choke collar and made her stand there while other guys groped her. When I tried to intervene, he blew up. She begged me to go and leave them alone.”

  Tori took a deep breath and turned back around to Scott. “So I went to his room the next day after I saw him leave for class. Scott, he had her tied to a chair, wearing nothing but nipple clamps and rope. He’d tied a rope from the choke chain to the back of the chair. If she’d fallen, she could have died.”

  A chill ran over him at the thought and his hands curled into fists. Didn’t that idiot know anything about safety? It sounded as if he’d turned her into a prisoner.