by Linnea May
She leans into my embrace, sighing softly every time I fasten the rope around her body. I finish tying the knot at her back, making sure that the rope doesn’t cut into her skin too much anywhere.
“Does this feel good?” I ask her, still kneeling behind her, my arms placed on her shoulders.
She sighs and leans back into me. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
I can almost feel her heart jump at the words, and a faint smile appears on her face when I plant a kiss on her left cheek. I get up on my feet and stand before her, watching her as she gets accustomed to the feel of the rope around her chest and arms. Her back is arched, because of the strain that’s put on her arms tied at her back, pushing her breasts forward. Her nipples are hard and her breasts stick out even more due to the rope cutting into her flesh around them.
“Very good girl,” I praise her again, reveling in the face she makes when I begin to unfasten my belt.
Her eyes light up with excitement and she quivers, struggling against her restraints.
My rock-hard erection springs free right in front of her face, the tip already glistening with wetness. Her eyes are glued to my cock for a few moments as she takes in its size. I know I’m quite blessed in this regard, but I still enjoy seeing a girl’s eyes light up with amazement and a hint of worry when she see my hard length and girth for the first time.
Ruby pulls her gaze away from my steel rod to look up at me, the sexiest pleading expression evident in her eyes.
I could give her permission and calmly tell her that she’s allowed to suck on it. But I opt to remind her who’s in charge here. I place my hand at the back of her head, grabbing a fist of her hair as I tilt her head back.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” I command her. “Show me how hungry you are, my pet.”
She grimaces in pain as I pull on her hair, but obediently opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue like a bitch in heat.
“Good girl,” I praise her before shoving my length between her lips in one brute motion.
Chapter 26
Liana
I’m choking on his cock, surprised by his sudden move. He’s so big, but pays very little consideration to the fact that he might be too big for me. He shoves his entire length inside my mouth, until his broad tip is pressed against the back of my throat.
I gag and hack, desperate for air and fighting my gag reflex, but instead of releasing me, he pushes even further, keeping my head in place while he moves his hips forward until my lips are almost touching his pelvis.
“We’ll have to work on that,” he comments as I struggle for air.
He finally lets go of me, giving me only a few seconds to gasp for air before he shoves himself inside again. This time he doesn’t push until he presses against the back of my throat, but shortly before that, stopping just as I start gagging again. He moves backward. Slowly. Allowing me to properly wrap my lips around his member and play along his shaft as he continues to move back and forth in a deliberate manner.
I can’t balance on my own with my arms tied up like this. I’m completely at his mercy, balancing only with the help of my weak core muscles, depending on his guidance. His grip around my hair loosens, allowing me to gain some control over my own movements.
He was already hard when I began sucking him, but I can feel him growing even more solid between my lips. I’m filled with pride and accomplishment when he lets out a deep groan of pleasure, throwing his head back, losing sight of me, but never letting go of my head. Even now, as I please him to the best of my ability, he’s the one who’s in control.
Just as I’m beginning to feel as if I might be winning over some of that control, he stops me mid-motion, holding me back by my hair and taking a step back before he leans over, his face right in front of mine when he fixes me with an intense stare. I’m panting, desperately trying to fill my lungs with air, while saliva is running down the side of my face.
“I need to fuck you,” he hisses, moving his face so close to mine that our noses are touching.
It’s now that I’m made aware of something else that’s been missing between us.
A kiss.
We have never properly kissed.
I lean forward, certain that this will be the time to change that, but he has other plans.
He jumps up, forcing me to follow him by dragging me up on my feet. I stagger like a newborn deer, struggling to maintain my balance without being able to move my arms.
My scalp hurts from all the hair pulling, and I sigh in relief when he finally lets go of me, instead hooking his finger into the ring on my collar to lead me over to the bed.
“On your back,” he says, much to my surprise.
I climb up on the sheets, even more clumsy than usual, as I try to lay down without having the support of my arms. He notices my struggle and helps by grabbing my shoulders and slowly lowering me down to the mattress.
“Lift your legs and bend your knees,” he orders next.
I’m trembling with need, dizzy with anticipation, while I position myself the way he asked me to, watching him with curious eyes while he throws another bundle of rope next to me on the sheets. Then he finishes undressing himself.
Finally.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as he slowly removes one piece of clothing after another. His hard cock is glistening with my saliva, jutting out with its impressive length and delicious girth. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me.
It’s the first time for me to see him naked, allowed to see him in all his tanned glory. The strange ink stretches over his muscular arms when he climbs onto the bed, grabbing the rope in the process. It’s easy to tell that he has done this sort of thing a lot of times before. He starts on my left leg, pushing it until it’s fully bent at the knee, before he starts wrapping the rope around it, fastening it just below my knee and adding another knot just above my ankle.
I watch him, turned on and fascinated at the same time. Even after an entire week as his captive, I still struggle to place the fact that it took so long for this to happen, so I could have my darkest fantasies realized.
He moves on to my other leg, deliberately letting the rope caress over my wet center. The rough material prickles against my sensitive skin, and I see him grinning as I moan in bliss.
“Frog-tie is what they call this,” he says as he fastens the last knot around my other leg. “But I think fuck-tie is more appropriate. Wouldn’t you agree, Pet?”
I’m sprawled out in front of him, my legs tied and spread apart, rendered immobile by his rope skills. Before I can give him a reply, he moves his hand between my legs, casting me a mischievous smile when he finds the proof of my arousal.
“So wet for me,” he whispers. “What a perfect little pet you are.”
I groan a desperate response while he plays with my clit, threatening to make me come before I can feel him inside me.
“Please,” I hear myself plead. “Please, fuck me.”
He hums in approval. “Oh, I will.”
My heart jumps when he reaches over to the night stand next to my bed, opening the first drawer to fetch a condom. I know that they’ve been in there all this time, and I’ve been waiting for him to open that damn drawer for so long.
I feel so adrift and helpless before him, and it’s this understanding of being at his mercy that fuels my heated need for him. I’ve wanted to feel this way, and despite the frightening reality of these circumstances, I cannot help but yearn for the final step. For him.
He rolls the condom over his hard length in no time, teasing me by placing his head at my wet entrance with no apparent intention to move any further. He casts me a dark smile, full of promise and the knowledge that he has won.
I don’t care. I don’t care if he thinks he has me right where he wanted me all along. All I care for is my own pleasure, my own needs that still don’t stand fulfilled. I tried to shift myself closer to him, but my legs are tied so tightly that it’s hard for me to
move across the sheets, especially since I can’t do anything with my arms.
“Please,” I beg, looking up at him, his tip already parting my lips. “Fuck me, Master.”
It’s what he has been waiting for, the magic word, the appropriate way to address him, especially when uttering a greedy wish.
He leans forward, his muscular chest hovering over me, while he parts me with his enormous girth, shoving his cock into my hungry core with sensual deliberation. I moan, taking him inch for inch, until his pelvis is pressed against my center, his entire length filling me like no one has before.
Again, his eyes are fixated on my face, reading every little reaction as he takes me for the first time. He stays in place for a few moments, watching me squirm beneath him, breathing rapidly as I accommodate him inside me.
His hands find their way to my bound thighs, spreading my legs apart as far as possible before he starts pounding me with a sudden savagery that takes my breath away. I shriek in surprise, but soon my cries turn into conflicting outbursts of ecstasy and pain as the rope cuts into my skin as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.
This is raw, violent fucking that lacks the fear of consequences. We have nothing to lose and nothing to prove to each other. When he grabs me by the hip, slightly elevating me from the sheets, I feel nothing but the pleasure his rough pounding sends through my body in strong waves.
I don’t worry about looking pretty for him, because I know he’s mesmerized by me either way. There’s something in his eyes when he looks at me, a mysterious spark that speaks of the sick devotion he has for the woman he robbed and calls his pet.
His face is lined with exertion and lust, drops of sweat running down his temples while he continues to slam into me like a wild beast. He takes what he wants from me, and I can tell that the wait has been long for him, too. His vicious handling of my body speaks of a desperate need, just as my cries of rapture do. I can only let it happen, wrapped up in hot knowledge that I’m his possession, his pet, his biggest pleasure.
A yelp of surprise escapes my mouth when he picks me up by the hips, turning me around as if I weigh nothing, temporarily withdrawing his cock from me. Even this short moment without him is enough to make me realize how much I crave feeling him inside me.
I groan with desperation, instinctively hollowing my back, begging to feel him. His hands reach for the knots at my back, tightening the rope around my chest as he pulls on it while shoving his cock back inside. I’m balancing on my knees, the rope cutting into the flesh on my legs, as I try to stretch my legs despite the restraints. It’s as if there are a thousand needles, prickling all over my body, intensifying each sensation he’s inflicting on me.
He keeps hold of the rope around my upper body with one hand, but the other moves between my legs, finding the spot just above my entrance. I groan when a sharp thrill bolts through my core, as he begins playing with my slick clit.
I want to warn him, tell him that I might come any moment, but my face is shoved into the sheets, suffocating every potential verbalization of my thoughts.
He wouldn’t mind, anyway, it seems. His motions accelerate, torturing my body to the edge of release.
“Come!” I hear his voice behind me. “Come on my cock, my pet.”
Even within the short time of seven days, my body has learned to obey his command. The groan I let out when an explosive release takes hold of me seems to come from far away, from a different person even. I bathe in a pool of ecstasy, a delight that is so voracious, it almost renders me unconscious.
Just as my climax starts to recede with its last, violent waves, I can feel him throbbing inside me, joining my elation just before it’s fading.
I don’t think I ever came this hard, this long. I’m physically and mentally exhausted, panting so heavily that I’m close to hyperventilating.
He turns me over onto my back, my center still pulsating with the aftermath of our joint pleasure, when he lowers himself over my trembling body, placing his elbows next to my head before he leans in for the kiss I was denied before. It’s a greedy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, as if we’re just beginning our play. I reciprocate his longing, relishing the passionate embrace of our lips.
Our eyes meet when he stops our kiss, drops of sweat running down his handsome face as he moves a wet strand of hair out of my face, looking at me like he never has before.
“Ruby,” he breathes. “That was insane.”
Chapter 27
Joseph
Her face freezes. She looks at me with an aghast expression, her breath stopping for a moment before she gathers herself enough to speak.
“What did you just call me?” she asks.
Fuck.
Never call the girl by her name. Never.
I’ve been so mad at her for not sticking to the rules of our contract in the beginning, and now I’m the one who breaches it in the most pathetic way possible.
She’s my whore. My pet. My toy. As far as I’m concerned, she has no name, and she’s never to be addressed with any name I might have been given. This has never been a problem before.
Why now? Why did I just call her by her name? Or rather, the name she uses for her agency listing. The only name I’ve ever been told.
It fucks with our deal, and I damn well know that. The way she’s looking at me now says it all. She’s confused and alarmed, because she knows that I vowed to never address her as anything but ‘my pet.’ It was clearly stated in our contract what she is to me.
“Nothing,” I say, moving away from her.
I jump down from the bed, leaving her tied and helpless, with her bent legs still spread apart, looking fucking delicious. Normally, I would take her with me, feeling her up and possibly fucking her against the tiles while the warm water washes our sweat away. But right now I just need to get out of her sight, pretending that my transgression never happened.
Her eyes follow me as I flee to the bathroom, hastily closing the door behind me. I hop into the shower, soaping myself in angry haste, as if I’m trying to wash my mistake away.
How could this happen? Everything was going fine, great actually, before that dumb mishap slipped my tongue.
It was more than great, though. I knew the built-up anticipation would lead to an outburst of unmatched degree when I finally fucked her, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. This fantastic. Mind-robbing. Violent.
I lost myself with her. I know I was rough beyond measure. Fucking her awoke the beast inside of me, the wild creature I’ve been hiding for so long. If I hadn’t spent so much time learning to control the monster inside me, she could have been in actual danger.
But of course, she isn’t. I could never hurt her for real, or take anything from her that she isn’t willing to give. It’s the whole reason behind my patience.
My concern for her reminds me that she’s still tied up and unable to move. I turn off the water and quickly wrap a towel around my waist, before heading back to the bedroom, water dropping down my skin as I approach the bed to save her.
She’s lying on her side, her legs close and squirming against her restraints, while she casts a pained grimace at me.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, gently pushing her onto her back, so I can untie her legs.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, her voice weak and empty.
“No, it’s not okay,” I say. “I shouldn’t have left you here like this. Your Master made a mistake.”
She looks at me, her expression lined with disbelief, as I admitted to my mistake.
“Will you accept my apology?” I ask her.
I have unfastened the knots on one leg, but hold it in its bent position, only slowly allowing her to stretch it, so the blood flow can resume normally. A sigh of relief escapes her when she’s finally able to move her leg freely.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Of course.”
“Good,” I say. “It won’t happen again.”
I free her other leg and let her str
etch for a few moments, watching as she turns her ankles in circles, expanding her legs on the sheets as their color changes back to normal. The frog-tie is not as tough on the blood circulation as other knots can be, but my knots have been tight and she has struggled against the restraints, pushing herself to the limit while I had my way with her.
I help her to sit up, turning her back to me so I can unfasten her arms, as well. The box-tie must have been even tougher for her than the tie around her legs. I can tell by the marks the rope leaves on her delicate skin - and by her moans as she’s finally freed.
She observes her skin, tracing along the red lines the hemp strings left on her, while I take up the rope. The smile on her face is the most beautiful expression I can think of. It’s a smile underlined with satisfaction and pride, the kind of pride only a submissive knows. The marks are telltales of her struggle, and a reminder that she’s capable of not only overcoming the pain that’s associated with it, but also taking pleasure from it.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“No, not really,” she says, sounding almost disappointed. “It’s beautiful, though.”
“I agree,” I say. “Nothing prettier than marks on a woman after an intense play session.”
She blushes as she looks up to me. Our eyes lock onto each other for a few moments, silence filled with unspoken questions stretching between us. I know she hasn’t forgotten, and neither have I. I was hoping that she’d be smart enough to refrain from pointing out my other mistake again, but it turns out she just waited for the right moment to go back to it.
“Why did you call me Ruby earlier?” she wants to know, shifting over to the headboard and leaning against the cushions with her legs pulled close to her body.
