San Francisco Love: San Francisco Trilogy: Part Three

by Lila Dubois

  San Francisco Love

  San Francisco Trilogy: Part Three

  Lila Dubois

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  First electronic edition: February 2019

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  Contents

  San Francisco Love

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  The BDSM Checklist Series

  Also by Lila Dubois

  About the Author

  San Francisco Love

  Chapter 1

  For the first time, he bound her to the bed. He’d led her upstairs after removing the plug and letting her use the bathroom to expel the water that had once been ice cubes. He’d left the clamps on her nipples, and used the chain connecting them as a leash to guide her up the stairs to a bedroom, which just happened to have a grand four-poster bed.

  He had her lie on her back, arms and legs stretched to the posts. He left her there, going back downstairs and returning with his kit. This time he used leather straps to bind her.

  She watched with baited breath as he undressed. His cock was hard and thick, standing up nearly to his belly. She wanted to feel his cock inside her, not just in her mouth, but in her pussy and in her ass.

  Naked, he went to the kit, taking out a large, wand-style vibrator, which he plugged into the outlet beside the bed. He looked at her, smiled, and then took out a roll of black electrician’s tape. For a moment she was worried—she’d said no bondage with tape in their negotiations. He tapped the tape against the wand vibrator. Her worry became excitement.

  She remembered seeing this at the society party. Remembered how the sub had writhed while bound in place. Her breath sped up.

  He climbed onto the bed, between her legs. Christiana arched up, offering herself to him. James looked down at her hungrily, possessively. He separated the lips of her sex and placed the large, round head of the vibrator between the labia, against her clit. Then he positioned the handle alongside her thigh, and wrapped bands of tape around the handle of the vibrator. Once he was done with the tape, he checked the positioning, tugging her pussy lips to make sure it was seated firmly against her clit.

  Then he plucked up a long chain he’d placed on the bed, tossing it gently in his hand.

  “What’s that for, Sir?” she asked.

  He looked down at her, and she knew, though she couldn’t say precisely how, that he was nearing the limit of his own control.

  James moved so instead of kneeling between her spread legs, he was astride her torso. “I need to fuck you,” he growled.

  “Yes, yes, please. Fuck me.”

  He took the long chain and looped it through the chain connecting the clamps. Then he placed the ends of the long chain in his mouth. The chains were both pulled taut, the clamps tugging her nipples. He tightened each clamp a bit, his teeth bared in a feral manner as he held the chain between his teeth.

  James reached down, pressing her breasts together, and she understood that he was going to fuck her this way. He tilted his hips, and his cock bumped against the undersides of her breasts before finding the tight space between.

  They needed to change that contract. She needed to feel him inside her.

  That was her last coherent thought, because he reached back and turned on the vibrator before once more gripping her breast.

  She arched up, nearly causing him to tip forward, as the strong vibrations from the wand rumbled directly against her clit. He shifted his weight, holding her down, as he started to thrust his cock between her breasts. Bound to the bed, with James atop her, she couldn’t escape the sensations. The vibrator buzzed directly against her clit, the stimulation so intense that she was thrashing and moaning in minutes. As he fucked her breasts, the chain clamped between his teeth pulled on the chain connecting the clamps, stretching and tugging her nipples.

  Christiana was wild with need, and the feel of his hard, hot cock rubbing over her skin was depraved and delicious. She lifted her head, sticking out her tongue and licking the tip of his cock as he thrust forward. James made a noise of pleasure, and she strained her neck, trying to capture him in her mouth.

  Her tensed lower body tightened like a coiled spring drawn back to the breaking point. She shifted her legs, trying to squeeze her knees together. The motion jammed the wand harder against her pussy.

  She was so focused on trying to take him in her mouth that the orgasm snuck up on her.

  The vibrator rumbled on her clit, and she came, throwing her head back and screaming in pleasure. James jerked his chin up, and her nipples stretched out from her breasts before the clamps popped off. That flash of pain became pleasure in the throes of her orgasm.

  James squeezed her breasts, his eyes screwed closed, and she felt him come, coating the inside of her breasts, chest, and neck.

  The vibrator kept going, and Christiana screamed through her teeth. James planted his fists on the bed beside her head. He was still breathing hard as he looked down at her.

  “Beg me to turn it off.” His voice was low and dangerous, his face stark. A lock of dark hair hung over one eye.

  “Please, Sir, please. I can’t take any more.”

  “Beg more,” he demanded savagely.

  “Damn it.” She lunged up, propping her upper body awkwardly on her elbows. He was bent forward, and she was able to nip his pectoral muscle before he jerked back.

  James stared down at her, his expression so intense that she swallowed nervously, laying her head back against the bed. He reached back and turned off the vibrator, then leaned down and nipped her left breast.

  “That’s three.”

  He unbound her, then lay behind her. Christiana curled up, ready to settle in for the night, tucked under the covers of the bed she’d so recently been tied to. She was nearly asleep, the warmth of James’s naked body curled against her back making her feel happy and secure in a way she hadn’t ever felt before, when a wash of cold air startled her awake.

  James had pushed the covers to the foot of the bed. She watched his sexy ass as he walked away, grumbling a little to herself at the lack of covering. He returned, holding a warm, wet washcloth. He’d wiped his come off
her with his discarded shirt before untying her, but now he gave her chest a more thorough cleaning. When the terrycloth glided over her nipples, she couldn’t stop the little whimper that escaped.

  “Tender?” he asked.

  “A bit.”

  He leaned down and she tensed, but he only placed a chaste kiss on her nipple.

  When he was done, she reached for the covers, trying to pull them up. James stopped her. “We’re not done.”

  “We’re not?” she squeaked.

  “You wanted five orgasms. I’ve only given you three. I take contracts very seriously.”

  “I’m pretty sure I had five. Some of those were like…three or four orgasms rolled into one.”

  “Well, it’s always best to be safe. Cross every T.” He flicked a nipple with his tongue. “Dot every I.” He grabbed one knee, spreading her legs.

  “James,” she all but pleaded.

  “You have a safe word if you need it.”

  “It’s not that, I just don’t think…I don’t think I can come again.”

  He climbed onto the bed and kissed a path down the center of her body. “Is that a challenge?”

  “No! No. Not a challenge.”

  “I think it was.” He settled between her legs. “Arms up, over your head. Fingertips on the headboard. For every finger that stops touching the headboard, I’ll apply a clothespin to the location of my choosing.” He lightly pinched her labia, leaving no doubt as to where they would go.

  She raised her arms, stretching them until she was able to place her palms flat on the headboard. She wasn’t taking any chances, though some perverse, masochistic part of her wanted to disobey, wanted to feel the bite of wooden clothespins on her most sensitive flesh.

  James lowered his mouth to her pussy, licking her softly, slowly. While everything before this had been hard and fast and intense, this was slow and warm, like a lazy Sunday afternoon. His tongue stroked and swirled around her vulva, his lips pursed around her clit as he sucked the sensitive bud. Christiana closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations, reveling in them. He continued to kiss and lick her as pleasure built slowly, like sand being brought to shore by the tide, ever so gradually building a dune.

  This is taking too long. He’s probably bored, or annoyed.

  She tensed. How long had it been? At least ten minutes. Had it been more like half an hour? Her sense of time was off. She opened her eyes, biting her lip nervously.

  James lifted his head. “Christiana, what’s wrong?”

  “I’m sorry, I’m just…I came so hard before. We should stop.”

  One eyebrow rose. “Christiana, I’ll ask again—what’s wrong?”

  “This is taking too long. I mean me, not you. It’s taking me too long to come.”

  “It is?”

  “Yes.”

  He kept his gaze on hers, then lowered his chin, spread her pussy open, and licked her clit, all without looking away. She jerked in reaction.

  “And how do you know it’s taking too long?” His words were puffs of air on her warm, wet flesh.

  “I just…know?” She was starting to have a rather bad feeling about this, that she’d somehow insulted him.

  “You think I should just give up? Or is it that you do not think me capable of eating this sweet pussy well enough to make you come?”

  “How about we forget I said anything?”

  “No, my sweet, I will not forget, but you will listen to me.” He pinched her labia, hard enough to make her twitch. “You do not decide what is long enough. I am responsible for your orgasms. That can mean making sure you have them, or stopping you from having them. This is about trust.”

  “I didn’t mean to insult you, it’s just that I don’t think I’ll be able—”

  “This is about trust,” he repeated. “And control. You’re trying to control the situation. You’re anticipating that this will go wrong, so you’re trying to head it off. That means you don’t trust me and aren’t really submitting.”

  She didn’t have an answer for that. She hadn’t thought of it that way, and though she wasn’t sure she totally agreed, she relaxed her legs, letting them fall open farther.

  James lowered his mouth to her pussy.

  This time when he touched her, it was no longer warm and pleasant, but hot and needy. It was as if being reminded of his control, of her own submission, had awoken something inside her.

  Soon she was whimpering and thrashing, her legs twitching on the bed, until she couldn’t control herself and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing his head between her thighs as she came, moaning low in the back of her throat, her nail beds white as she pressed her fingers hard against the headboard.

  His lips moved against her pussy, and she was pretty sure he’d just said, “That’s four.”

  It was nearing dawn. It was still dark outside, but the quality of the light had changed slightly, in that way that indicated the black and deep blues of night would soon turn gray and pale yellow as the sun rose. A hint of lightening sky was the last thing she saw before he placed the blindfold over her eyes. Christiana was in a strange, floaty space. Her body was warm and slightly achy, though whether that was from all the physical activity or a low-grade arousal that seemed never to fade, she wasn’t sure.

  “I’m going to fill you,” James said. “And then I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She would have agreed to anything at that point, and that was both terrifying and thrilling.

  “Bend forward and place your hands on the couch.”

  They were back in the parlor downstairs, and she’d seen enough of the room before he’d blindfolded her that she was able to reach out with minimal groping and grab the back of the couch.

  “Arch your back.” He put his hand on her, pressing down until she was in a position that pleased him.

  She could feel him standing behind her, and then gentle fingers stroked her abused ass and thighs. “I hate that he did this to you.” James’s voice was rough and tortured. There was real pain in his words.

  “I’m okay,” she assured him. “I’m okay.”

  “Never again, Christiana. Promise me.”

  What was he asking her to promise? That she would never again let Dino touch her? Never again engage in such brutal impact play?

  Or was he asking her to promise that no other man would touch her, because he wanted her? He would stay with her, be with her.

  Don’t be stupid.

  “I promise,” she whispered.

  He didn’t say anything else, but there was a now familiar click, and lube slid between the cheeks of her ass. “Relax so I can put in the plug,” he commanded.

  Christiana dropped her forehead to rest on the couch back, breathing slowly. When she felt the cool pressure of a plug against her ass, she didn’t tense. She did as he’d commanded and relaxed.

  The plug entered her, filled her, opened her. She pressed back, wanting more, and was strangely disappointed when her body closed around the narrow neck. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, feeling the plug moving inside her.

  “Now a dildo,” he murmured.

  “Yes, yes, yes, please, yes,” she chanted.

  Orgasm after orgasm, from one delicious moment to another, the one thing she’d lacked was that feeling of sweet fullness inside her sex.

  Something cool and hard rubbed between the lips of her pussy, rubbing her clit before sliding up to her entrance. Christiana eagerly pressed back, wanting it inside her, but James held it out of reach.

  “No, my sweet. You wait. Wait until I want you filled.”

  She whimpered, but settled back into position. “Yes, Sir.”

  He teased her more, letting the tip of the dildo rest at the entrance to her vagina, but never pushing in. The sweet floaty feelings were replaced by a more acute, hot need. She considered begging, but he’d told her to wait, so she waited, silent and aching.

  And enjoying every moment of that torturous ache.

  The dil
do slid to her clit and then back to the entrance to her body. It settled into place once more, the tip just barely inside. He placed his hand on her lower back, and that was the only warning she had. He thrust the dildo in. It was one hard, sure motion. Her channel, tight from the repeated orgasms that had clenched all those feminine muscles, was filled and opened by the deliciously hard invader.

  Christiana came. It took her by surprise, a sudden, sharp, short pleasure that made her throw her head back and gasp. “James, James, James,” she panted.

  He gripped her waist. “Did you just come, my sweet?”

  “Y-yes. I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

  “Do not apologize. You were not instructed to ask for permission.”

  He pulled the dildo half way out and then thrust it in again. “Have you ever come from vaginal-only penetration before?”

  “I…I don’t think so,” she stammered.

  There was a beat of silence, and then he said, “If you knew the things I wanted to do to you, you would run screaming.”

  “No,” she said. “I wouldn’t.” And she was sure the words were the truth.

  He pressed the dildo in a second time, then started wrapping rope around her waist. “Both the dildo and the plug have circular handles large enough to thread rope through. I’m going to make a shibari rope belt, like I did before, but this time there will be rope passing between your legs, holding the dildo and plug inside you.”

  Blindfolded and bent forward as she was, all she could do was wait, feeling the tug and press as he wound the rope around her waist. When he finally threaded the rope through the ends of the dildo and plug, then pulled it tight, she danced up onto her toes as fresh bolts of pleasure shot through her.