by Jp Barnaby
The force of his lips crashing into mine was unnerving. His hands went to my hair and I moaned as his body came into contact with mine. I knew I should have stopped, he was upset, but it seemed to be something that he needed and I remembered reading once that when dealing with death, one typical response was arousal. Sex can make you feel alive, it can be a powerful release of tension and emotion and the body gives signals as to what it needs. Ethan was looking for that release and I was sure as hell going to give it to him. For the first time since we’d known each other, he’d opened up to me—I would deny him nothing.
We made our way blindly to the living room couch. I didn’t want to risk breaking this connection with him to go any farther. Tentatively, I reached up to stroke his face, as he had done with me countless times. But in that moment, outside of the comfort zone of the room, I felt shy and vulnerable. He didn’t seem to be the Master now, he was just Ethan and I didn’t know how I felt about that. Our sexual relationship was based on submission, not physical attraction, or at least it was for me. If I went to him, without the cloak of that submission, how would that change my own perception of my sexuality? In that moment, he ground his hips into mine and I decided to worry about it later, his needs came first.
He pulled me down with him as he sat on the couch, but I knelt in front of him instead, smiling shyly as I unbuttoned his pants. Smiling back, he lifted his hips so that I could slide them down. They only made it to mid-thigh when I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. He moaned and sank back into the cushions of the couch, one hand on my head. I took my time with him, running my tongue slowly around the head of his swollen dick; I felt the lines, ridges and indentations. The gentle use of my teeth elicited a deep groan and a soft pulling on the back of my head, spurring me on even more. My tongue slid slowly up the vein running along the underside of his erection. For the most part, the skin there was smooth and I ran the point of my tongue over it while he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Please, Jayden…” I looked up to see that his eyes were closed, appearing to be concentrating on the sensations. I closed my lips around him and moved my head slowly. My lips leisurely causing the friction he craved as they slid from the head of his erection down to the base. My head bobbed back and forth, rubbing my lips desperately over his skin. My tongue pressed against him wherever I could reach, increasing the contact. On each downward motion, I would stop, feeling him nudging my throat only to resume again seconds later. His vocalizations went from deep breathing to soft moans to cries and his hips began to move up into my face, matching my own rhythm. Turning him on like that made me hard.
As I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard, his hips stopped in one fierce jerk. His entire length twitched in my mouth and then he came. I felt his hot semen filling my mouth and I swallowed again and again. After I ran my tongue over him again gently, he collapsed back onto the couch, resting his head on the back with his eyes closed. He was breathing deeply and I noticed that his hand was still resting against my hair. I took it in mine and set it on his leg as I stood up.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Do you want—” he started, but I shook my head.
“This was about you. But…Master…”
“Yes, Jayden?”
“May I find my own…release?” I asked timidly, really fucking hoping he’d say yes. He chuckled and nodded and I made my way to the stairs. Before I went up, I turned to look at him, still sitting in the same position, his pants around his mid-thigh. The one noticeable difference was that his face looked peaceful and that pleased me.
Once I was in my room, I stripped down quickly and lay on my bed, closing my eyes, letting my mind drift.
Lexi above me beautifully bound, riding me while Ethan took her from behind…
My legs bound in the air while Ethan fucked me that first time…
Ethan and Lexi working me with their mouths while I was bound…
Then a new image came into my mind, not one from my memory, rather just utter masturbatory fantasy.
Lexi lying beneath Ethan with her legs over his shoulders as he thrust deeply into her, her breasts bounding with the movement.
Me behind Ethan, fucking him as he took her.
God, he was so tight, so hot…
I don’t know why all of my fantasies seemed to entail fucking Ethan. It probably had something to do with wanting something I couldn’t have, but the fantasy worked. My hips rose subtly to meet my hand and I turned my head to the side into the pillow to mask my whimpers as my orgasm approached. God, I was so fucking close. Then I took Lexi out of the equation and it was just me taking Ethan. I imagined every grunt, every moan, he would make; sounds I had heard come from him as he fucked me. When I remembered the sound of his voice as he moaned ‘Please Jayden’ downstairs, my orgasm erupted from me, hitting my stomach as I allowed myself a deep cry into the pillow.
While I lay catching my breath, I heard a sound from the hallway, like someone moving away from my door.
Ethan listened to me pleasuring myself—the thought made me sigh.
Ethan never mentioned what happened on the couch in the following weeks. During our subsequent sessions, he continued to be affectionate, but that was just his personality. His affectionate nature made me wonder how he got into this lifestyle in the first place. The phrase “bondage and domination” had always brought up images of leather clad guys beating the hell out of people, making them lick their shoes, until I actually got into it. What I found was a whole different world entirely. It was a place where I could let myself go, not worrying about family, grades or finances. Pleasing my Master was my only concern. I would only have to strive to be what he wants me to be. It made me feel…well…free.
That week Master Ethan had been hinting at something important for our session and, I had to admit, I had no idea what it could be. As I got into the shower to get ready for our session, I got hard thinking about the possibilities…New equipment? New sub? The possibilities garnered by those two questions alone were nearly limitless. I stroked myself absently a few times with my soapy hands thinking about it, but then stopped abruptly, not wanting to disobey my Master by releasing without permission.
Once I was dry, I threw my towel into the hamper in the bathroom and walked down the hall. It had become easy, almost welcomed, to walk down the hall nude to the room. How far I had come since he first took me on as his sub. Looking around the room, I didn’t notice anything new, so it must not be equipment. Smiling, I knelt on the hardwood floor, knees spread, hands clasped behind my neck, waiting for my Master, who did not keep me waiting long. My gaze never left the floor as he entered and started the music. I’m pretty sure that soft melody would be permanently ingrained in my memory now; it normally came on first – before I was distracted by other things.
Over at the wall, he pulled down two spreader bars and four padded cuffs. Maybe he did have a new sub? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that – excited and perhaps a little jealous. He was now standing beneath the suspension pulley.
“Come here, my Jayden.” A small smile graced his perfect features as I made my way over to him on my hands and knees. Then, he told me to stand and he attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Next, he attached one bar to the cuffs on my ankles and the other to my wrists as they were held in front of me. Well, that clearly precluded my idea of another sub. Lifting my arms, he attached the bar to a complicated looking device on the pulley. I was securely bound there, open and waiting for him.
Once again, he made his way to the back wall, studying it for a moment and I didn’t know if his hesitation was due to indecision or merely to increase my anticipation. Finally, he picked up a flogger and turned around. It wasn’t just any flogger, it was the horsehair flogger and my cock got infinitely harder. He stood before me, grasping my chin in his strong hand to make me look at him.
“Jayden, do you know what today is?” he asked in a conversational tone. What? The day? The date? Was it something significant? It wasn’t my b
irthday or his or even Lexi’s. I stared hopelessly into his eyes knowing that I wasn’t going to have the right answer.
“No, Master, I do not,” I said softly and he smiled.
“I am disappointed, Jayden.” He slowly ran the horsehair over my chest and my nipples hardened painfully. Tracing it over my left shoulder, he started to run it down my back and over my buttocks.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I breathed, trying to concentrate on the conversation with the soft whispers of the flogger on the backs of my thighs. I closed my eyes. Then, without warning, he snapped the horsehair onto my thigh. The stinging sensation was intense and I nearly cried out from it.
“One year ago today, Jayden, you became my sub,” he said in my ear and I shivered again as his warm breath washed across my neck. “I thought that a milestone worth celebrating, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Master Ethan.” I was in complete disbelief that he would want to commemorate the occasion. Clearly our agreement was as important to him as it was to me. It disturbed me that I hadn’t remembered, but of course he was correct. The flogger came down again, this time on the back of my other thigh. I let my head fall back as I hissed. Fuck, that stung almost as much as it turned me on. He continued to strike my tender skin with the flogger and I felt the sting across my buttocks, repeatedly as he monitored the reddening of my skin. Whipping the fronts of my thighs as well, he targeted his strikes very carefully. Lightly, he whipped my back and my chest, just enough to leave the sensation but not enough to mark my skin. I was panting by the time he was through.
“I love to watch your skin change colors when I whip you, my Jayden. It rivals that of the leaves in the fall,” he murmured into the tender skin at the back of my neck and then he ran his lips lightly over my shoulder blade. Walking over to the lever, he lowered my arms, removing the connection from the bar to the pulley and he helped me to lie on the floor. Then, he attached the spreader bar at my ankles to the pulley. My breath caught in my throat as he moved back to the lever and my legs began to rise. I was hoisted upside down, swinging slightly, my arms still bound to the second bar which was dangling uselessly over my head, like a handstand, but not touching the floor. The strain in my ankles was manageable because of the thick padding of the cuffs. He did not stop until my feet were near the ceiling. It was disorienting being bound this way; I could feel the blood rushing to my head
When he stood in front of me, I realized why he had stopped the pulley here. My face was directly in line with the crotch of his leather pants, which he opened, sliding himself into my mouth. I tried hard to focus on nothing but pleasing him, but my battle was lost when I felt his mouth surrounding my own formidable erection. On my buttocks, I felt his hands, pulling me closer to him as his lips bobbed back and forth, making me moan around him. This was just surreal, or maybe it was the dizziness starting to set in from being upside down, and I lost myself in the sensation. His mouth left me just long enough for him to tell me to orgasm when I was ready and I nearly came at his words.
His hips moved very gently as he pushed in and out of my mouth and I got the impression that he didn’t want to finish this way; that he just wanted me to finish this way. In all honestly, it was difficult to form any impressions in this position – all I could do was feel. I felt the lightheadedness, his teeth lightly grazing my cock, his hands grasping my buttocks – spreading me open and the light sway as he pushed my suspended body with each small thrust of his hips. As his fingers slid gently into my ass, I felt the pressure building. All I could process in that moment was how desperately I wanted to come. I tried to move my hips, but couldn’t get the leverage to do so. Understanding my predicament, he sucked harder, moving his head faster.
My cry was muffled by his cock in my mouth, but it erupted from me as I came nonetheless. As he stopped the movement of his hips, I shuddered violently and he swallowed around me. The high of my orgasm was multiplied by the almost euphoric feeling of lightheadedness from being upside down. I came so hard I wondered if it would ever subside. Then, he was gone and I felt myself being lowered until my back came to rest on the ground.
He let me rest there for several minutes, regaining my equilibrium again, while he went to collect a few other things. I felt the breeze from the open window graze the light sheen of sweat covering my body. I closed my eyes, listening to him pulling something out of a drawer and then his graceful footfalls as he returned to where I lay. Having my eyes closed was helping the slight dizzy feeling and when I opened them again I saw him standing above me.
“Are you ready to continue, Jayden?” He wiped the sweat from my forehead and I nodded as he smiled down at me. Taking the spreader bar attached to my wrists, he attached it to the pulley alongside of the spreader bar with my ankles. Then, I was bent – my wrists and ankles bound nearly together. I didn’t see as he made his way to the lever, but I felt it as I was once again lifted into the air, my body swaying slightly as I was lifted towards the ceiling. Soon, my slow ascent stopped and I hung—naked and vulnerable, waiting for his will. Swiftly and clinically, he spread lubricant inside of me with his fingers and inserted a plug, larger than others he’d used, and I moaned at the sensation.
Then, he was gone again. I couldn’t see him from the position I was in, but I heard him moving around in the room. It sounded like he was clearing things away.
Finally, he came into my line of vision and I could watch him standing at the window, looking out over the grounds, slowly stroking himself below the sill where no one would see. Then it came to me, he was prolonging my torment, but he didn’t want to leave the room for the sake of safety. After what seemed like an eternity, he came over and deftly began to slide the plug in and out. It was all I could do to keep still because it wasn’t the fucking plug I wanted and he knew it. He chuckled as I tried fruitlessly to move my hips. Moving around until he was standing near my head, he slowly ran the head of his swollen cock over my lips.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes Master, please…” I kissed the skin pressed against my lips reverently. Then it was gone and he had moved once again. I couldn’t see him, but I felt him. He took great care and pulled the plug out of my ass. I looked around, but then he pressed his erection against my well-lubricated anus. The muscles in my thighs clenched and I would have pushed my hips into him if I could, but bound as I was, that was just not possible. He groaned softly as he entered me, making my cock twitch and harden again…my body’s response to him was astounding. I let my head fall back and I closed my eyes while I felt myself being stretched to accommodate him. A desperate moan escaped my lips and at the same time that I felt his body press against mine, I felt his hands grasping my hips. He was so deep. Then, I was swinging.
As his hips moved, he used his hands to increase my momentum slightly. I felt weightless and out of control as he thrust into me. My moans and whimpers were coming completely on instinct and were timed perfectly with his rhythm, but when his hands begin to stroke me, they increased in volume and intensity. I could hear him too— his grunts and pants as he took me, making the experience that much more erotic. His voice became lower and hoarser, as his excitement grew.
“Come for me, Jayden.”
I focused entirely on his hands stroking me and how he felt as he fucked me. Soon, I could feel myself jerking in his hands as I came over my stomach crying out, not only his title, but his name. He was the one that made me feel like this, he owned me, maybe not in the literal sense, but in every other sense that mattered. Following quickly, he pulled me hard against him as he filled me. His voice was like music as he cried my name.
“Happy anniversary, Jayden.”
Chapter Eleven
It wasn’t like Lexi to be late for our webcam times. We were only able to have them about once a month, so they had become very special to all of us. Sometimes we just talked, sometimes we played around. We had planned on having a full blown session and I knew Lexi would be anxious for that.
“Well, maybe s
he got held up in class. We can go ahead upstairs and start, I’ll take my cell ph—” he started, but was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. It wasn’t Lexi’s ringtone. He looked at it and frowned before opening it.
“Hello?” he asked hesitantly into the phone. “Yes, this is Ethan Bryant.” His brow furrowed farther as he listened. “Yes, I know her. Where did you say you were calling from?”
He paled – noticeably.
“Is she all right?” he demanded and then listened again. All of a sudden, he blanched. “Oh, God…Her vitals?” He listened again, his face clouded with pain. Then he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed me a business card, holding the phone away from his face as he listened.
“Call her. Tell her we want to be on a plane to New York within the hour, I don’t care how she does it…” he whispered and then back into the phone he asked, “Is she conscious?”
Grabbing my own cell phone, I walked away from him, dialing the number on the card, not thinking about what Ethan was talking about. My Lexi was hurt. The woman that answered gave me a hard time until I told her I was calling for Ethan and then she became suspiciously subservient and helpful. The best she could do was tickets waiting for us at the counter for a plane that took off in seventy-five minutes. I sprinted for the stairs and threw clothes at random into a duffel—jeans, shirts, pajama pants, and underwear. Then, I went to Ethan’s room and grabbed clothes for him too. We could get toiletries when we landed. As I got back downstairs, I tossed him a bag, he put a bunch of papers into a backpack and I threw his jacket to him. He put it on as we headed for the door.
“What happened?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“She’s been…” His voice was just above a whisper and he closed his eyes. “She’s been assaulted.” I saw the pain there as he opened his eyes again and I knew it was reflected in my own. I could wait to find out how she was; we needed to get to the airport, to get to Lexi, right now. She was all alone, injured and scared. I just wanted to hold her, take away her pain.
