Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  "Even you?" he said, and instantly went pale. "I'm sorry. It kind of slipped, and..."

  I took one step back from the cross.

  "How long did you date Lina before you came to The Fortress?"

  "Um..." He blushed. "Three months?"

  "And before her?" I teased his balls with my nails.

  "Well... I had broken up with another woman a week before I met her."

  "Was there any time when you were single for longer than a week?" I arched my eyebrow.

  "No, not really. There was always someone special who showed up, and I--"

  "Nate." I backed away and shook my head. "Right now you shouldn't be dating anyone let alone agreeing to be someone's sub. Trust me, it's really tempting to take advantage of you, but I'll have to resist."

  When I raised my hand to swat his chest one more time, I briefly thought of Thomas and wondered what he was doing.

  He hadn't shared what he intended to do with Lina during their beach weekend.

  When I creaked her bedroom door open, Lina was in the same position--on her stomach, with her backside slightly reared and her hands balled into fists. The red fox tail peeked out from between her ass cheeks. The silk blindfold still covered her eyes. She was flexing her back muscles and moving restlessly on the blanket. I could hear her heavy panting and subtle moans.

  It was a sight I'd often dreamed of during my hardest moments. Lina, caught between compliance and lust, with a trembling body and aroused fragrance, still wet after long hours of play, orgasms and teasing. I took the time to enjoy the subtle dance of her flesh and the way she shuddered every now and then in the trap of sensory deprivation.

  The thunder roar outside cut through my lustful thoughts. I walked to the window and pulled the curtains to look outside. It was late evening, and the ocean was pitch black with waves as tall as the walls. The occasional blinding bolt lit up the wet beach. The strong wind hissed through the marram grass and blew up gusts of sand.

  Another thunderclap exploded in the air with such a strong sound it made my ears ring. The early afternoon rain was nothing compared to the storm that would unleash on us.

  Lina sat up abruptly in the bed and leaned on her elbows. She looked around, still with the blindfold on, and called out in a sleepy voice tainted with fear.

  "Is someone here? Thomas? Is that you?"

  "Yes, Lina. Relax and stay still, pet." I moved away from the window and walked to the bed. She sighed with relief, and smiled when she felt my fingers down her back. The light was casting peculiar shadows on her face.

  I turned her to lie on her back and gave her a sweet, sensual kiss while I was removing the blindfold. She opened her eyes and reached out to caress my face.

  "How do you feel?" My fingers rubbed her cheek while she fluttered her eyelids in a nervous, confused way. She touched me with disbelief and finally spoke.

  "Very strange... As if I'm lucid dreaming. I feel like I'll wake up and realize it's all a fantasy. My mind is so dizzy. Everything's so slow."

  "It is all real, Lina." I picked up the wet towel I'd been carrying with me and wiped at the traces of cum down her breasts. "Listen, there's something I want to try tonight if you're okay with it. I know we agreed to no-safeword play but I still want to know you agree."

  She raised an eyebrow and reached out to touch the foxtail between her legs. Her fingers danced across the fur, just like the little smile on her features.

  "Beating around the bush doesn't suit you, Thomas. Spit it out."

  "Your sass department is fully stocked, isn't it?" I smacked her inner thigh playfully and inclined my head to whisper in her ear. "I want you to stay silent for the entire evening. I intend to make you moan and scream, but you won't say a word without permission."

  Lina raised herself on elbows and looked at me thoughtfully. Her lips were trembling and I could scent the fear and anxiety beneath the layers of lust.

  "Can you give me a hint of what you'll do to me or will you be keeping me on my toes again?" she asked after a long, hesitant pause, and kept sliding her fingers along the tail. Her pupils were slowly dilating and covering her brilliant blue eye color.

  That made me chuckle.

  "How ironic that you phrase it that way. All I can tell you for sure is that it's nothing we haven't done before. And..." I gripped her wrist, raised it and pinned it against the headboard. "I'll put you in bondage. Tight leather cuffs. You'll be able to release yourself anytime it gets to be too much for you. Do you agree?"

  Her eyes became entirely black as she clenched her teeth and exhaled. I was still clutching her wrist as hard as I could. My free hand rested on her chin and caressed it lovingly.

  "I know it's difficult..."

  "Difficult doesn't even begin to describe it." Her laughter was forced and dry. "I said I'd go all the way without searching for exits or safewords. So... tie me up."

  "Not yet." Our lips brushed briefly. "You must put on an appropriate outfit."

  "Outfit?" She looked at me puzzled. "I thought you wanted to keep me naked all the time?"

  "Well..." I nibbled her neck and traced my tongue down her weakest spots until she was gasping. "You do remember my love for accessories, don't you?"

  A light smile of realization showed up on her lips. I stroked them with my thumb and pointed her head to the rocking chair next to the bed. Earlier, I'd taken advantage of her temporary blindness to leave a few things for later.

  The tall red boots I bought for her during our arrangement looked glossy in the semi-darkness of the bedroom. I remembered the last time she'd had them on at my house before we broke up. She was so fucking sexy in her confidence and shameless submission. Back then Lina had trampled all daily worries with those nine-inch heels.

  She sat on the bed and moved closer to the chair to brush the red latex with her fingertips. Her delicate hand kept running across the entire length of the boot, from the high heels to the zipper.

  "I haven't put those on since..." The words and her longing stare were soaked with nostalgia.

  "I know." I kissed her temple and curled my arm around her shoulders to bring her closer. She leaned her head against my chest. "You haven't brought the red collar, have you? That is if you keep it at all."

  Lina stared at me with confusion and a little hurt.

  "Of course I keep it. And no, it's not here. Should I have brought it with me? You never mentioned it on the phone and--"

  "Did you ever wear it while you were by yourself?" My voice was a bit too stern and she squirmed in discomfort.

  "No, it didn't feel right." Lina narrowed her eyes. "You couldn't blame me if I had. You never said I couldn't do it, so..."

  "That's good. I wouldn't hold it against you if you had but I'm happy you didn't." I ignored the tightening of my chest as I thought of my last gift to her. "I want to be the one to put it on your neck, and only once we're sure that we're in this for the long run."

  She nodded. "That's how I felt about it. I can't imagine using it with anyone else."

  I kissed her deeply and closed my eyes, just to enjoy her taste and the thrill those words brought to my spine. It was a long, sweet kiss, without our earlier aggression when we'd devoured each other. Lina's body relaxed in my arms and she let me lead.

  We spent a long time kissing until another deafening thunderclap startled us from our blissful oblivion. When we pulled away, we laughed at our sudden, childish fear and I pressed my lips to her forehead.

  It was no time for tenderness, as much as I wished to simply make love to her under the warm covers.

  "Is there something you want to say before we start?" My question sounded a little hesitant and I knew I needed my full confidence.

  Lina shook her head.

  "Don't spare me. Be as rough as you can be and use every weakness of mine you know of." Her face was pale as she spoke. "Be cruel. I'll never move on if you treat me like a fragile porcelain doll." She made a weak attempt at laughter. "Not that you were exactly tender this after
noon."

  Those huge, dark pupils nearly made me quit on the spot. Hadn't she been through enough already?

  Too late.

  "Get up and put the boots on," I commanded. "Get down on your knees for me once you have them on. Legs apart. Hands on your thighs. Palms up. Shoulders straight and your head held high. No squirming."

  Lina got up gracefully without a word and picked up the boots. She sat down on the chair and slid the latex up her legs. It was an enticing experience to watch her prepare herself so I sat there and admired every little move. The boots were still a perfect fit for those gorgeous, infinite legs. The heels elevated her about an inch above me. Such a height difference hardly mattered when she would be on all fours or kneeling for me soon enough. The bright orange fur stroked her hip and ran down its entire length.

  She took her time to pull the zipper up and turned to me with a wicked, lazy grin. Her fingers danced across the metal in slow motion. I chuckled and wondered how much it would take to push her back under the hypnotic spell. My cock got even harder as I watched her rub her pussy against the chair. Her earlier performance at the bathtub, the pink, intense color of her inner lips, and her soaking wet center had me throbbing.

  Pure sex on legs.

  "You'd better move faster, tigress." I tutted and smirked at her. "You remember what happens to naughty girls who tease me too much, don't you? It may be a very long time before I let you have another orgasm."

  She didn't tremble at my words but kept on dragging the zipper slower and slower. The provocative smirk didn't leave her face. Once she was done putting her boots on, she raised her foot and slid her palms down to make sure they had no crinkles.

  "That's enough." I cut her off with a cold voice but couldn't hide my amusement. She was mistaken if she thought I had forgotten how to bring insubordinate girls back in line. "On your knees, slave. If you aren't in the right position before I count to five, I'll gag you and make you drool all over yourself for the entire evening. Oh, and you'll get no orgasms. Is that what you want?"

  That did the trick. Lina instantly quit the lazy cat act. She knelt, spread her legs and straightened her posture before I even got to three. Her smile became a nervous one as she blinked and tried to look cute but I was having none of it.

  "Now, that's a good girl." Shivers ran down her skin when I reached to brush her collarbone. I mimicked the sensual, slow movement with which she'd put her boots on. My fingers kept their journey up her neck and felt her racing pulse. "If you hadn't been misbehaving and did as you were told, I'd have rewarded you now."

  "I can take the boots off and put them on again in a timely way." Lina tried the greatest weapon in her arsenal--the dazzling smile she wore during business negotiations. She upped the ante and ran her tongue down her bottom lip.

  Oh, someone's coming back to their old habits.

  I let go of her throat and slapped her face with a light chuckle. It was light enough not to scare her but hard enough to show her how serious I was.

  "It's too late now. Maybe you've learned your lesson for next time." Of course, she hadn't and she'd get into more trouble, but where was the fun without that?

  The black posture collar with an O-ring and a leash were lying on the bedside table. It was a pity they weren't red to match the rest of the outfit but they'd do. I'd stretched a short, red length of nylon rope over them. It was the first item I picked up. I went to Lina and petted her hair before I gathered it up in a ponytail and tied it with the rope.

  "Maybe I shouldn't have undone your braid. It'd be perfect for tonight," I whispered by her ear while I was working on the knot. "It's difficult to resist. You're so hot fully unraveled."

  Her behavior changed entirely when I put the collar around her neck, adjusted it and locked it from behind. The tension in her shoulders subsided and she began to breathe easier. I inclined my body to look deep into her eyes. The mischief and challenge were gone, replaced with something close to bliss. She breathed in and smiled when the leather firmly clasped her in its tight embrace. I picked up her leash and lowered my head to kiss her lips. She moaned slightly and cried when my teeth sank deeper into her bottom lip and left a small bruise.

  The expression in her eyes was precious, longing and subservient. I tapped her cheek gently. When I got up with her leash in my hand, I towered over her.

  "From the moment I put your collar on tonight to the point when I take it off, you won't say a word. You can only use your body to communicate. Should I choose to ask you a question, you'll nod once for yes and two times for no."

  She widened her eyes when I ran my thumb across her bloodied lip and slid it into her mouth. I clutched the leash in my free hand and pulled her closer.

  "Do you understand, pet?"

  Lina nodded once and stared at me with slowly growing worship. I let go of her thirsty mouth, caressed her face and pressed it to my thigh. Any tension was beginning to slowly slip away as she rubbed her cheek against the fabric of my jeans, nearly purring.

  We spent a few minutes that way, with me stroking her head and her slowly easing and relaxing under my touch.

  "Are you ready, Lina?"

  I half expected her to speak but she followed her rule and nodded once. Her lips kissed me through the fabric and that simple touch sent a throb through my hardened shaft.

  "Let's go."

  She got down on all fours and looked up at me in expectation. I corrected her position so her eyes were cast to the floor, and pressed my palm to the back of her neck to make her lower her upper body. My fingers traced the outline of her ass and lifted her slowly by the hips so the foxtail would be high in the air. Once I'd parted her legs wider, I used the fur to stroke her between the legs.

  The casual ponytail lay across the pale skin of her back like a red signature.

  It was quiet outside, except for the cruel hiss of the wind and the occasional thunder strike. I grabbed Lina by the leash, tugged on it and urged her to crawl. That was when the torrential rain started pouring outside, as deafening as if we were at the base of a waterfall. The heavy drops were lashing against the house walls and howling their sinister song in a duet with the wind. The storm was loud enough to drown the soft music from the living room.

  I kept my pace slow and steady while walking her down the dimly lit hallway. Whenever I glanced at her, I saw that she was following me without a shift in her posture, her eyes to the floor and a swing in her hips. The leash and my walking speed didn't allow her to slow down or stop, and gradually she adjusted to my tempo.

  The living room was bathed in the light of the hundred candles I had positioned all over the furniture. The orange and golden hues and the dancing shadows of the flames were flickering across the white walls. The sweet fragrance of cinnamon and mulled wine soaked the room. It had such a strong scent for a moment it almost hypnotized me. I had to stay sober among all the indulgence of the senses. The quiet instrumental massage lounge music was too soft, and in stark contrast to the raging storm outside--a single caress during an episode of rough fucking.

  I stopped in the middle of the room and reached out to grab her by the ponytail so she'd gently raise her head. She looked up and widened her eyes at the massive bondage furniture I'd had installed there earlier. She tried to speak but instantly closed her mouth and kept watching the device with a growing curiosity.

  The rectangular, hard base plate at its foundation had various holes and rings across it. For our scene, I'd covered it with leather cushions and fixed four steel pipes in each corner. They elevated like tall columns from the base and had three black metal bars attached to their top. Several long chains were hanging from the upper part of the cube, with leather cuffs at their ends. The improvised cage was made entirely of steel. The trembling light of the candles in the dark room made it look golden.

  I stroked Lina's hair and breathed my anxiety out. She was kneeling at my feet, calm, with a dreamy, glazed gaze. When my fingers circled around her throat, the skin felt hot and her pulse was
racing.

  What was she feeling? Excitement? Horror? Need?

  Lina swallowed and broke out of her spell when I removed the leash from her collar and helped her to her feet. She stared at the cuffs and chains swaying in a hypnotic dance from the metal grid and involuntarily rubbed her wrists together. Her breathing hitched when she reached out to stroke the firm steel columns of the cube.

  I reached out, took her by the hand and led her into the cube. She didn't protest in spite of the horror vibrating in those dark pupils, and made an attempt at a brave smile. Did she suspect that this torment was a reflection of my own thoughts?

  She calmed down a little when I massaged her wrists and linked my fingers with hers for a brief moment. As soon as she was breathing regularly, I raised her hands in the air, picked up one of the solid cuffs and ran the leather across her skin. It would be a tight fit around her wrist and there would be no way to remove it herself once I bound her.

  The cuffs were attached to the chain with snap hooks at the level of her fingers. If she chose to, she could release herself in mere seconds. I caressed her palm and let her hold the hook, to test it and unhook one of the cuffs without effort. Lina focused her attention on the metal and didn't realize when I buckled the leather, tightened it around her hand and restrained her movements.

  I did the same with her other wrist and soon she was shackled to the metal ceiling, supported on the balls of her toes. The chains were short and forced her to stand upright, not fully able to land her feet on the ground. The position didn't allow her any freedom of movement. She was stretched like a string and her high heels were raised in the air.

  It would take one click for an escape. Would she take the safe route?

  She shifted in place and spun her wrists in the tight bracelets to test their sturdiness rather than to set herself free. She trembled again and her skin rose into goosebumps under the warm glow of the table candles. Another lightning strike fell and made her lurch forward in the chains in shock.

  I circled around the cube, moved behind her and pressed my body against hers, allowing her to feel my erection and my arms around her waist. The soft gasps of horror grew into louder sounds of pleasure when I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, fondled her breasts and squeezed her nipples. My clasp was as tender as possible when I left a line of wet kisses from her earlobe down to her collarbone.