Tied to Him

by Tia Siren

  I took advantage of my time in the kitchen to think about number three. He had said I had three strikes and then I would be—well, I had no idea what would happen if I reached number three, but it must have been something depraved compared to what he had done already. Maybe he would lock me in a confined space or something of that nature. I wasn’t sure. I had never thought too much of it.

  “What’s cooking anyway?” Charles asked as he sipped his wine.

  “Well, I hope you’re hungry. We have three courses, Sir,” I said.

  “Go on then. Enlighten me.”

  “Well, the starter is goat cheese soufflés that have been twice baked, and they are garnished with apple and walnut, Sir,” I said.

  “And the main course?” he asked as he eyed my body.

  “Pan-seared salmon with an assortment of side dishes, Sir.” I leaned on the counter and bared my all for him.

  “And you said there were three courses. What’s for dessert, kitten?” he asked as he waved for his glass to be refilled.

  “That dish is a secret, but I know you will find the taste to your liking, Sir. I’ll warn you now though: One serving may not be enough. You might want a second helping,” I said with a grin.

  I had prepared two options for dessert, the first being a simple fruit salad with a spicy syrup coating and the second being what he was looking at. I had prepared myself to be offered as dessert. I knew he loved a fresh juicy peach, and I would surely be fresh and very juicy by the time dinner ended.

  As I refilled his glass, I could see in his eyes that he had been staring at me the whole time I had been preparing dinner. It made me feel special and beautiful that one man could focus his attention on me like that.

  I served the dishes and sat at the table. The communication was light, so I let my mind wander back to the lagoon. My mind and body had been totally blown away by what I had experienced. I had felt restrained from the handcuffs, and yet my body had been free enough to experience everything—and that had happened in the biggest possible way.

  Every sensation had been let loose, and I had entered another sexual realm. I had gone through a sense of being captured and being a hostage; fear had flooded my body when Charles had pulled out the knife, and I’d had visions of Nancy and Chip standing over my body saying, “We told you so.” But as soon as Charles had carefully sliced through my clothing, I’d had an overwhelming sense of being highly turned on. I had indeed been his captive this morning, and I had started to become lost to him.

  Would I be another? Another woman who would return from a weekend just to find he had controlled me and my mind once it had all ended?

  I wondered what effect I had on him.

  He always wore his poker face unless it was for some trivial matter where his reactions were of no consequence, but as soon as feelings or emotions were involved, his whole persona changed. It was almost like he was playing high stakes, and he was keeping his cards firmly against his chest. I already knew I had gotten to him in little ways, and I also realized that in a small way I had controlled him, yet I still had this urge inside me.

  I wanted to break free. God knew I wanted to break free—free from the desire to fall for him.

  I had also thought of what would happen when it was, indeed, all over. Had I fallen in love? Had I fallen in love for the first time? And did I know it was for real? Or maybe it was just a fantasy that had somehow escaped from reality?

  What thoughts were going through his mind? Had he ever looked at me and thought in the same way? Or was I just there to plunder like the many before me and, most likely, the many who would follow me?

  “This salmon is quite delicious. Well done,” Charles said with a smile on his sexy face.

  “Well, you know what they say, Sir,” I replied. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

  “It will take a bit more than a tasty bit of fish to reach my heart,” he said.

  “Well, Sir, maybe the dessert will be more to your liking,” I said with a grin on my face.

  “We shall see; we shall see,” he answered.

  As I neared the end of my main course, I pondered all the events so far. I had indeed started to crave him, and crave him in a way I would not have thought possible. We had only been here for just over a day, and already I had been through so much.

  We finished dinner and stood close to the bar for a while. Charles started to push himself against me, and I sensed he had become aroused by the view my nightie provided. There were not many men who had the opportunity to sit opposite a young woman who was butt naked apart from a thin layer of lace separating the view.

  Charles pushed me back toward the kitchen counter and scooped me up in his arms, his muscles rippling as he lifted me onto the counter. My nightie fell away from my body and totally revealed my pink pussy to Charles. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at my body presented before him.

  “Mmmm, I like the look of dessert. It looks so fresh and tasty, and it will feel light on the tongue,” he said with a laugh.

  “Oh, Sir, I’m so glad you approve. I tried extra hard with this dish,” I teased as I parted my pussy lips.

  Charles grabbed my breasts as he lowered his head and kissed my stomach. His tongue glided across my soft skin as he went lower and lower. His tongue reached the tip of my pussy; I gasped for breath as he pinched my nipples. I thrust my hips forward and spread my pussy lips wider, my clitoris wanting him, needing him. Charles responded and flicked his tongue over my throbbing clit. My pussy was already warm at his touch.

  “Oh, I feel warm already, Sir,” I said as I panted.

  “I have just the thing for that,” Charles replied. “Don’t move an inch.”

  I waited for a moment.

  “Close your eyes,” Charles said from the kitchen.

  I closed my eyes and waited for him to return.

  I felt the stinging pain of cold on my clit. I opened my eyes and saw Charles grinning to himself. He had gotten an ice cube and was gently rubbing it against my clit.

  “This will cool you down,” he said as he laughed.

  “Fuck, that feels good!” My body shuddered.

  Charles removed the ice cube and licked my clit with his warm tongue. The warmth slowly returned, and then he again placed the ice cube against my clit. My body continued to shudder, and I felt Charles slide the ice cube into my pussy. The cold filled me, and cold water trickled from my pussy as the heat from my body slowly melted the ice. Next, Charles lowered his head and lapped up the cold trickle of water that ran from my pussy. I felt his warm tongue as he slid it deep inside me.

  “You sure are a tasty dessert,” he said as he started to suck on my clit.

  “Oh, you could have me for any meal, Sir,” I replied as I arched my back.

  Charles continued to lick and suck. My exposed nub throbbed from the touch of his tongue. My body trembled, and I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take me to another level.

  “Sir, fuck me. Fuck me right here, right now. I want to be your oasis in the dessert,” I said as I panted.

  “Who is in charge? Me or you?” He looked up from my pussy lips.

  “You, Sir. You are in charge. I do as you say,” I replied as I bit into my bottom lip with a moan.

  “Exactly, and don’t forget it,” he said. “You are not in a position to make requests.”

  I wanted to be taken. My body needed to be released. My pussy was on fire, and I wanted to get my satisfaction from feeling his cock drive deep into me. I had guessed this was his plan. He would take me to the point of no return and leave me short. I would be satisfied yet unfulfilled, and this would make me crave him just that little bit more.

  Charles licked my clit and flicked at me with his tongue, and I felt my body rise and get close to exploding, and then he stopped. He looked at me with a grin and wiped his mouth; he turned away from me and made no comment before exiting the kitchen. He had left me in a state of arousal, and
I had a need to be fulfilled. Fuck you, Charles.

  I slipped from the counter, feeling pissed. I needed a little time to clear my head and let my body relax from what had just happened in the kitchen. I headed outside and walked down the steps to the beach. I grabbed a cold bottle of beer and sat on the beach lounger. I stared at the hypnotic motion of the waves and lost myself in thought. Charles had left me feeling fully dejected, but I knew it was just a game he liked to play. And it was not just any game; it was his game, and it was one for which he made all the rules.

  I suddenly realized the rules of his game were not set in stone. He broke them and changed them as he saw fit. These rules of his were flexible and left him in a position where he could never lose.

  Chapter 14

  Charles

  I had exited the kitchen with mixed emotions and felt some strings in my heart being pulled. It was not a feeling I had ever had before, and I was not sure how to handle it. I went to the lounge and sat there as I stared out the window; I cast my gaze over the ocean. The sun continued to shine its glory over the waves, and it looked like a shimmering blanket of blue that stretched far beyond where the eye could see.

  My mind had drifted off, and I heard Elizabeth opening the large glass doors. She exited and headed for the steps that led down to the beach. My mind had become muddied, and I had to clear it. As I started to stand, I questioned myself. Jonathan had always told me to be careful about what I did and to not go around breaking young girls’ hearts. I tried to snap myself out of it because I knew this girl was not my lover, and I wondered if she thought I was the one for her. It was just that when I looked at her, I thought she looked like a beauty queen you might see in a movie scene.

  “Fuck!”

  It had happened so fast. She had arrived, and she had since caused a scene. I had dreamed of her being the one, but I knew I should not feel this way. This was not me; it was a real emotion, and I was not ready for it… I was uncomfortable.

  I decide to head into the office and work for a while to totally blank out any thoughts of Elizabeth, and any thoughts of emotions about falling for her. I poured myself a bourbon and sat at my desk. I had plenty of files that required my approval and signature, so I would be preoccupied for quite a while.

  I was working on the files when I heard the glass doors open and the faint sound of footsteps. I waited and listened to see if they would head upstairs. Everything went silent, and then Elizabeth made her entrance into my office. She walked into the office, her nightie clinging to her wet body. It was totally transparent; I could see everything underneath: her shapely curves, her heaving breasts, and, most of all, her tight, perfect pussy.

  I glanced at the doorway where she now stood. Wet, sandy footprints adorned the hardwood floor. Normally I would have been pissed, but I found myself not bothered. Christ, I was fixated at what stood before me: Elizabeth, with all of her body on display. Water dripped and created a small ocean around her feet as she looked into my eyes and gave me a sultry wink.

  “I was thinking while I was down on the beach,” she said as she slowly started to walk toward my desk.

  “What were you thinking?” She removed her wet nightie and let it drop to the floor.

  “I never had my dessert, and you are my dessert. And I want my dessert now,” she said as she ran her hand over my desk.

  I pushed my chair back and away from my desk. I had the overwhelming urge to submit. I raised my hands and said with a gestured that what I was about to say was a one-off.

  “You can have your dessert, but that is the only request you will be granted, no matter how much you beg for my cock. You can have it when I want you to have it, and not before.”

  I sat back in my chair totally motionless. Elizabeth walked around my desk and stood between my legs. She leaned forward and ripped open the buttons on my shirt. Droplets of water fell from her long hair and landed on my chest and stomach. Elizabeth ran her fingers over my chest and down my body. She pulled at my belt and opened the buckle.

  Her hand was on the bulge in my pants. My cock started to become hard as she slowly popped it open and pulled down my zipper. I raised my ass from my seat as Elizabeth grabbed my pants and pulled them down toward my ankles and freed them before throwing them to the side.

  She ran her damp hands up my inner thighs, and her thumbs ran up the sides of my balls. Her wet hair fell to my belly as she slowly licked the length of my cock as if it were a Popsicle. My cock started to twitch and become hard at Elizabeth’s touch, her warm tongue igniting a fire deep inside me.

  She took a hold of my erection and licked. The tip of her tongue danced around the head of my cock, and she tantalized the nerves resting in the slit. My body tensed, and I breathed deeply. I could feel her arousal from stroking my cock slowly. I had a slight feeling of anger building up within me. I had let her make one wish, and I was letting her fulfill it. I had never done that before, no matter how much anyone had begged.

  Elizabeth wrapped her lips tightly around the head of my cock and gently pushed her teeth against me. I felt a little pain and winced as she bit a little harder. My body twitched, and my anger rose a little more. It was I, and I alone, who inflicted the pain. I was in charge, and no one should ever forget that. I grabbed a fistful of her long hair and went to force her head onto my cock. Elizabeth stopped and looked at me.

  “Sir, remove your hands please.” She pressed on as she flicked the head of my cock with her finger and cast me another wink.

  I clasped my hands and placed them behind my head. I had the urge to force my cock deep into her mouth and make her gag, yet I had been told it was no hands. And after all, it was her one and only wish. Elizabeth placed her warm mouth around my cock and slowly slid her head down to the bottom of my long shaft. I felt her suck and hold her breath. My cock stood erect, and it throbbed. I could feel the pressure pulling every fiber of the bastard. Fuck, I was fully erect, and my balls began to ache.

  She had me.

  I was vulnerable, and still, my anger rose…but I was in a good place. A dangerous one, but so fucking blissful nevertheless.

  Elizabeth gripped her lips tightly and quickly started to raise and lower her head. Warmth rose in my balls. I ached to fuck her, but it was out of the question.

  My body tensed, and I felt my seed start to rise.

  “Shit, I’m going to come,” I said.

  Elizabeth stopped just as my seed was about to flow. She grabbed my cock just under the head and squeezed. The spasms subsided and the urge to come left me. She again started to suck my cock. She grabbed it with her dainty hand and worked me to the point of no return, and then again she stopped and pinched my cock just under the head. My body was bursting to release, yet she had total control of my orgasm. I looked down into Elizabeth’s eyes.

  “Have you ever heard of edging, Sir?” she asked with a huge grin plastered on her sexy face.

  “No. What is that?” I asked, panting loudly.

  “My secret weapon. I get you to the point of coming and then squeeze your cock until your urge goes away. I’m bringing you to the edge,” she said. She winked and slid my cock back into her mouth.

  My inner dom raged. I had just found out she had been controlling me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head away from my lap.

  Elizabeth looked at me, and with her cocky smile and wink, she said, “Now who is in charge?”

  I raised my hand to her face and lifted three fingers. “Number three, kitten.”

  I pulled Elizabeth to her feet and made her bend over my lap. She had been naughty, and she had to be punished. I had to teach her a lesson right now before it faded. Elizabeth stayed bent over my lap. I felt her stomach rise and fall as she breathed. Her long blond hair fell on the floor as she remained motionless. I raised my hand and brought it down onto her creamy ass. The sound echoed around the barren office. Elizabeth squealed and squirmed in pain, body wriggling on my lap.

  “Hmm, what did I tell you?” I said as I sla
pped her ass again.

  The outline of my handprint formed where I had slapped her. Blood rose to the surface of her skin, and the surrounding area became darkened.

  “You need to be taught a good fucking lesson, little girl. Don’t fuck with me or else,” I said as I slapped her harder.

  Elizabeth whimpered with each slap, her ass covered in red and pink handprints. I had a split-second thought of remorse, and I knew “sorry” would not be enough.

  “Spread your legs,” I ordered her.

  She widened her legs as she lay over my lap. I leaned my head over and let saliva drip from my mouth. It landed between the cheeks of her ass and slowly dribbled toward her pussy. I slid my hand softly over her ass and reached my finger toward her pussy. I felt the soft touch of her womanly peach as I caressed her lips. Elizabeth gasped for breath as I slowly started to tease her slit, rubbing my thumb against her clit.

  Her stomach rose and fell sharply as her breath deepened and her body writhed about on my lap. I continued to finger her until her pussy clenched tightly. Then I removed my hand and slapped her on the ass. Elizabeth winced in pain as I slapped her red, raw ass again. The soft tissue of her skin started to swell as my forceful hand left its mark.

  I thought about her pleasing me, the woman a total fucking tease. She left me angry and yet highly turned on. She had brought me to the point of coming twice and then stopped me. Now my balls were swollen with hot cum and were waiting to explode. My cock was still fully erect, and it throbbed. My whole body ached from the so-called “edging” she had performed on me. Never before had I stopped an orgasm. I’d always been one to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do when I wanted to do it.

  I looked down and saw Elizabeth had lifted her hands from the floor. She pinched her nipples when I slapped her ass and caressed them when I finger-fucked her. Even now it looked like she was in control of her body and not me.