Julian responded with a kiss.
It was sheer torture and agony, not at all what she wanted, but she had no choice but to open her mouth to give space for his tongue.
She had never been so wet in her life. She was quite sure one touch to her pussy would put her into overdrive.
But he was not done with her extremities.
Breaking off the kiss, leaving her frustrated again, he nibbled freely at her earlobe.
And that’s when he told her.
Devastating.
“Earn it.”
But how? She was tied down unable to move an inch to pleasure him or herself.
“Julian, there’s nothing…”
She wanted to cry.
“Use your instincts…like Gina.”
The clue was enough. She had her imagination. Her power of speech.
He wanted more. He was a dominant man.
How could she have been so foolish?
“I’m yours,” she rasped. It was a start.
His fingertips found the edge of her pussy. “Oh?” He was urging her on.
“I’m yours,” she repeated. “Completely.”
“Yes?”
“I’m…your slave.”
There, she had said it, scandalizing, game changing.
“You are not permitted to come,” he said. “Slave.”
His finger moved deep and easily inside her, right to the second knuckle.
Was he shaming her or proving a point showing her hotness, her readiness? Both.
“Yes, Master.”
Never had it felt so good…and so agonizing at the same time. Did he really expect her to hold out?
“Lie still,” he chastised.
She tried to relax but he had found her clit, so tiny and swollen, the beacon of her entire body’s pleasure.
Kat moaned.
“Did you really think to avoid this?” he mused. “Did you think you’d remain free?”
“Yes, no, I don’t know.” She thrashed her head.
“You looked too incredible out there on that beach today, Katherine Cartwell. I’m afraid you were mine the minute I laid eyes on you. There was no way I would let you walk away.”
Licking her lips, she tried to urge him on, humbly, respectfully, wantonly as Gina might. “I wanted you to have me too. I was enthralled as much as I hated to admit it.”
He laughed, sexy and deep and rich. “It showed, the harder you tried to deny it. Tell me, what is the real reason you have no boyfriend?”
It seemed irrelevant. Then again…
“I’ve never found the right one.”
“One who will do this?”
This was stroking her clit while taking command of her left nipple, squeezing, pinching.
It had never dawned on her, never even entered her radar that pleasure and mild pain could be combined, let alone feel so good.
“Oh my god, I need to come.”
“No.”
No? Just like that?
“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back,” she warned.
He seemed unimpressed. “Then I will not be able to hold back from spanking your insolent little ass. You were told you needed to earn an orgasm, what part of that is unclear?”
“N-none, Master.” Her teeth chattered. “I am sorry, please, forgive me.”
He held her on the razor’s edge before finally releasing her.
She collapsed exhausted onto the bed, still tied, still a hair’s breadth from climax.
But she’d survived.
“I promised you a blindfold.”
He made it sound like a marvelous gift he had nearly forgotten.
“It will keep a moment though.”
Her eyes widened as he moved his glistening hand to her lips.
“Open.”
She parted her lips, tasting her fluids on her tongue.
Before she could think better of it she had begun to lick, cleaning him, sweet and obedient, transfixed.
Like Gina.
He stroked her cheek and brushed some of the sweat-soaked hair from in front of her face.
“You are such a little darling.”
Her toes curled at the praise.
She wanted to be good for him. She needed to please him even more than she needed to come.
And that was scarier than the bondage.
It gave him power…over a lot more than her body.
Julian always traveled with a blindfold. The silk ropes were standard too. He would have included cuffs but they were a bit difficult to explain at airport security nowadays.
The silk was just right though, exactly what was needed for this night with Kat.
She had come back into his life and so he owed her the most sensual dream-like experience possible.
A pang of guilt—almost unprecedented—stabbed at his heart.
What would happen in the morning when all this was over? When it was time to move on?
A part of him wanted to set her free now. But she wouldn’t understand. She needed this too much.
And so did he for that matter.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, breathing the words into her ear.
She nodded yes and her body screamed in agreement.
He told her to lift her head so he could move the blindfold into place, dark and soft, sliding across her cheeks.
The material was velvet and her soft whimpers gave good indication of what it felt like for her to be bound by the material, her primary sense of sight suddenly gone.
“Is that too tight?” he asked.
She shook her head again, this time for no.
Testing its effectiveness, he waved his hand across her face. She did not react.
“If only you could see yourself, Katherine.”
Her breath was ragged and her every nerve ending seemed poised as though he might touch her anywhere or do anything.
She was a wise woman.
He owned her now and he would show her what that meant.
Julian touched her toe, grazed his finger over her calf and pressed into the indentation of her belly button.
With each motion she thrashed her head. Her fists clenched and unclenched.
Julian suckled her breasts.
It was almost time. Time to enjoy what his cock was screaming for. Waiting had been sheer hell but he was bound and determined.
This would be the best sex either of them had ever had. But first he had a little business to attend to.
Julian needed to put her under his power. And this meant forcing her to disobey. Leaving her no choice but to be a naughty girl. A girl in need of punishment.
“I want you to pretend,” he rasped, seizing hold of her loins. “This is my cock. It controls you. It owns you.”
“Oh god, Julian, Master.”
He thrust his fingers deep in and out, using his thumb to manipulate her clitoris. There would be no way to avoid coming. And yet she had been forbidden.
It was amusing to watch her fight if off and then to pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Are you climaxing, Katherine?”
“No,” she swore, clearly uncertain where he was exactly. “I’m not.”
With his free hand he took hold of her hair tugging it just hard enough to get her full attention.
He could feel it in her, the playful acceptance of his mock ruthlessness. Deliciously shamed and broken and now she let loose, her fluids drenching her hand, the aroma of surrender sordid in the air.
“I’m…sorry,” she stammered. “Don’t punish me, Master.”
Julian left her hanging mid stroke.
She groaned, lifting her ass high off the bed.
Her look was one of pure torture mixed with unquenchable desire.
He was certain she would have given anything for a cock or a dildo, let alone the chance to finish by hand. Not this time.
“Yes, yes, please use me,” she cried.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he teased.
It took all t
he discipline in the world not to rip off his clothes. As it was he nearly tore off his pants. Tugging at the waist band of his boxers, he set his cock free. It was pulsing with need, filled to the maximum with blood.
Nothing hindering him now.
Nothing in his will or hers to prevent consummation.
This was the moment Julian treasured most, with the exception of orgasm, of course. The sheer anticipation, knowing how wet and tight and hot it would feel.
And how absolutely available. Talk about a head rush.
Julian was done with preliminaries. Carefully, but with unspeakable determination, he moved into place.
Between Kat’s thighs.
He felt the rim of her sex lips on the tip of his cock. Restraining himself just for a second he let her adjust, accommodate.
Her fists were balled hard.
Julian lowered himself to the hilt inch by inch.
She took all of him with ease, her hungry pussy fitting him like glove.
Taking just a moment, he lay on top of her, his body barely touching hers, his chest pressing against her breasts, his lips nibbling at her neck.
Then he raised himself so his cock was almost outside her again but not quite. Here again he paused, letting her feel the emptiness and him too.
The need was so severe. He had never wanted—needed—a woman so much. He had to be back inside her, had to have her captive flesh for his own.
She groaned as he reclaimed his conquered territory, filling her once more.
Now he was ready. Lifting himself inch by inch to half way and then plunging deep again, his action immediately followed by a second time and a third.
She rocked underneath him, drawing him in as though she wasn’t bound at all. And yet she was because he could and was having his way, setting the pace, licking and sucking her breasts, penetrating, fucking.
Yes, fucking.
It had come down to that. Two creatures, one bound, one free. And one common need between them.
She had what he wanted. Sex, beauty, curves. It wouldn’t be long.
Kat bit into his neck. She thrust herself against him with all her power…and released just as he did, simultaneous explosions, his a rush of white, hot eruption, hers a display of fireworks.
She kept on coming as he pumped out every last drop, thick, white jets filling her.
And even afterward he kept on thrusting, little nibbling kisses and sweet sighs to slow the pace, to ease the inevitable let down.
Though exhausted he did not fall asleep. He was too excited, too into Kat and all her intriguing possibilities, her reactions, the way she felt beneath his touch.
Her body was its own aphrodisiac, stronger than any alcohol or medicine.
Needless to say she wasn’t sleepy either. She was ready for more.
Though she did ask for the blindfold to come off.
He obliged, well aware he’d just broken a cardinal rule in letting a submissive call the shots.
“I want to please you,” she announced. “Whenever you’re ready that is.”
He smiled. Refraction time was not going to be an issue.
“How about right now, darling?”
Her eyes lit, whether from having been called darling or over the prospect of applying her tongue and mouth to his rapidly re-swelling cock he wasn’t sure.
Either way was okay with him.
So long as Katherine Cartwell remembered who was boss.
Chapter Four
Kat awoke to one of those oh damn moments.
As in oh damn what have I done?
And oh damn where am I?
And while we are at it, oh damn, where did my blasted underwear end up?
It was going to be a walk of shame with or without bra and panties, still, she would have liked to maintain at least a semblance of dignity.
Should she take a shower first? This was getting more and more ridiculous.
Thankfully Julian was gone when she had woken up nude in his bed.
Perhaps he was being tactful and giving her a chance to slink away gracefully.
Julian Morrell and tact, there were two words you wouldn’t expect to find in the same sentence.
She decided against the shower. Never know when he’ll turn up again, she thought and besides all that soapy water right now was not what she needed to calm herself down.
You would think she would be tired out after a night of scandalous lovemaking but she was more than ready for more.
It had been so amazing, the feelings he’d stirred, the passion he had awoken in her, the way he worked her body, the way he tied her down, restraining and setting her free at the same time.
Right after he’d taken off the blindfold she had ached to be untied. His body had looked so gorgeous, a light sheen of sweat covering his smooth-as-marble skin, which was itself layered over perfect muscles. Like a statue by some Greek master.
But Julian was a master in his own right and just because he’d allowed her to see again did not mean she was in charge.
Before she had been allowed to kiss or lick his cock she had been put through paces and taken to a place of submission she had only ever dreamed of.
Just for the occasion he had brought out a pair of nipple clamps.
The pressure going on had been intense, a pure rush to brain and body. There had been even more of an explosion in the removal, much to her surprise.
Like tugging wires straight to her pussy, electric shocks up and down her spine.
Again and again he had applied them.
Any pretense of control was ripped away.
“Katherine,” he had said looking her dead in the eye. “Will you grant me the power?”
She had shivered under his gaze. “What power?”
“Over your sweet ass, Katherine. I would have your permission to discipline you as I wish.”
She had closed his eyes to shut away the dreaded prospect but he’d snapped his fingers demanding her attention.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she had ultimately said, heart fluttering and voice trembling.
She had half expected to be turned over on the spot but he had refrained and the next thing she knew, still tied, she was receiving the lavish ministrations of his tongue.
Oral was not something she was used to receiving but Julian had been expert, at least to the extent she imagined such to be.
Lapping at her clit and using his tongue as a tiny probing cock he had managed to bring her off twice more before finally turning himself about so they could pleasure each other.
Arms and legs still bound, still helpless she had opened her mouth to take the gift of his velvety, throbbing cock.
She tasted the salty sweat, the tiny drop of cum at the tip. She could feel him respond, the pulsing veins, the way he swelled with every run of her tongue over the heavy vein running along the underside.
Kat had wanted to taste more but he hadn’t want to climax that way.
What he did instead had blown her mind. She had never thought a man would want such a thing.
To come…between her breasts. Shooting his cum on her chest, coating her skin with warm, thick seed.
He had used his hands to gather her flesh, like two pillows cradling the sides of his huge erection. Confidently, almost arrogantly, he had slid his cock along her body, taking what he wished, completing, mastering the moment and her.
When he was ready he had leaned back, arching his neck. He had made no attempt to free her.
She had never felt so used…so utterly lusted after.
If every woman could have this choice, to be lovingly dominated, controlled in the bedroom, why would she ever go back, Kat wondered.
All the pleasure she could take and the certain knowledge that her man was being a man following the designs of his nature.
What greater ego pickup could there be?
Then again, all women probably didn’t think like she and Gina.
Good lord, had she just lumped herself in the same
category as a self-proclaimed sex slave from a cheesy hotel cable movie?
Just one more reason to get out of this room and out of this hotel too.
Should she leave him a note? Sure. And what exactly would she say? Sorry to run, thanks for treating me like your sex slave, do look me up if you’re ever in Orlando.
Yeah, right. That would be grand. They could go out for a nice steak and maybe a movie.
With a nice spanking for dessert.
The thought repulsed her.
And it made her wet.
Talk about a hot mess.
She needed to go home. Back to work and her safe life.
This was why she never went anywhere. Stuff happened to her way more than it happened to anyone else.
The hallway was clear. She decided to make a run for it.
Aside from a middle-aged couple with snooty noses, the elevator was empty. She got off on her own floor.
Just a few minutes to pack and she would be on her way. Straight to the airport to find the next available flight.
* * * * *
Julian Morrell could not miss the irony as he returned to an empty room.
Katherine Cartwell had done him a favor. She had saved him the trouble of telling her to her face.
It was a time honored technique. Disappear at the break of dawn, give the woman a chance to awake on her own and feel the awkwardness.
Never had anyone waited for him.
Congratulations, Julian, you’ve won again.
So why didn’t he feel like a winner?
The truth was he had awakened feeling awkward, the beautiful and trusting Kat beside him, her cheek resting on his chest, her breathing so soft and trusting.
She had allowed him to do everything to her, to put her through paces, to play all manner of BDSM games.
Beginning with the ropes.
He had never had a better ‘victim’. Unfortunately now he felt like the victim. Deprived of the chance to see her wake up, to watch the sunlight hit her skin as she stirred. He had also missed the chance at morning sex, a last bit of pleasure, any position, any terms he chose.
Sometimes he would take a little extra from his women, giving in return of course.
But not with Kat. He couldn’t have risked seeing her again.
Why exactly he wasn’t sure.
What would he have said? What would he have done?
Julian clenched his fists as he saw the unmade bed, the casually tossed cover and sweat-stained sheets that told the story of their lovemaking, their ride of passion. Just like Gina and Giorgio. A silly analogy but telling nonetheless.
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