Tied to You

by Bibi Paterson

  Before I know it, we are pulling outside a small black storefront and I look up to see ‘Agent Provocateur’ written in a gorgeous pink script. Lingerie. Okay, I can do this. I take Alex’s hand as he leads me into the shop and I am astonished when the assistant walks over and greets him by name. Clearly he has been here before. A streak of jealousy runs through me as I think about all the other girls he may have been buying underwear for and I don’t even realise that I am scowling until Alex chuckles next to me. “Liv, I can read you like a book. There is nothing to be jealous about. I was in here yesterday organising this for you,” Alex whispers into my ear, and I immediately feel myself relax.

  The assistant now introduces herself to me as Tammy and requests that I go on through to the dressing room. I follow her through the store, eying up the beautiful confections of lace lining the walls, sure that my expression probably speaks a thousand words, as she leads me into what feels like a sumptuously decorated boudoir. With a brisk efficiency that immediately puts me at ease, Tammy asks me to strip down to my bra and panties so that she can size me and then closes the curtain behind her. I shrug out of my heavy coat and peel off my jeans, and moments later I am standing in front of a full-length mirror, casting a critical eye over my body.

  I am not skinny by any means; since being with Alex, I have filled out rather a lot but mostly in the right places. I suck in my stomach trying to erase the tiny little bump that I see there. But otherwise I am just an ordinary girl: average height, average build and pretty average boobs. What Alex sees in me is still beyond my comprehension.

  Tammy calls out to ask if I am ready, and when I reply to the affirmative, the curtain whips open and then is closed again briskly behind her. In the briefest of moments, I spot Alex smirking at me through the gap before Tammy ensures that the divide is properly shut. She eyes me for a second before asking me to turn around and then bustling back out again. She is back moments later with a handful of bras, which we then spend what feels like an age trying on. At first I feel so embarrassed about having her hands on me and I apologise profusely when she looks at my old greying cotton bra, which she tells me is really the wrong size.

  When I finally turn around and look at myself in the mirror, I actually gape at my reflection. The black bra that Tammy has put on me is underwired with a full cup, but the lace work is stunning. Somehow the shape has given my breasts an incredible lift and it has transformed how my entire body looks. Oh my god, I never knew a bra could change my appearance.

  “Wow,” I say softly to Tammy.

  “I know, right?” she responds with a kind smile.

  “So how much is it?” I ask nervously, trying to calculate if I can afford one or two of these beautiful creations.

  “Um,” Tammy says, looking at me. “Mr Davenport bought a whole lot of the collection for you already.” I gasp and she looks at me quizzically. “Did he not tell you?” she asks, her voice now a quiet whisper.

  “Nope,” I sigh quietly. Seriously, what is this man thinking?

  “Oh okay. I am just measuring you to make sure that we send across the right sizes.”

  “How much?” I ask, and I can see her nervousness at the brusque note in my tone.

  “Um, about ten thousand,” Tammy responds.

  “Ten thousand!” I screech, before flinging the curtain open and marching up to Alex, the fact that I am wearing only a bra and panties completely forgotten. “What the hell, Alex? You could fucking feed a village in Africa for that. I don’t need ten thousand pounds worth of bras and panties. Are you friggin’ crazy?” I am breathing heavily, rant over, when I remember my near-naked state. I quickly fold my arms across my body defensively as I wait for Alex to answer me.

  Taking my arm firmly, Alex guides me back into the changing room before turning to me and looking me straight in the eye. “I spent ten thousand because I wanted to, Liv. You deserve the best. And you will accept the underwear. Otherwise, I am going to have to show you what happens when you disobey me.” Yeah right, so much for him not wanting to dominate me outside the bedroom! His tone is silken, but I feel the steely resolve in his words and his eyes are intense as they bore into me. Alex has backed me up against the wall, his frame becoming the prevailing feature in the small room. My breath hitches as he brings up a hand and runs a finger lightly across the lace on the top of my breasts. Instantly my nipples harden beneath the soft tulle lining and I feel wetness spreading in my panties.

  “Fuck, Liv. You look like a peach, all ripe and soft, waiting to be bitten.” I can feel teeth scraping my ear lobe as he murmurs the words so quietly that only I can hear him. I am so completely distracted by his words that I don’t even realise that his fingers have slid into my panties until I feel them slide in between my wet folds and then into my slit. The heel of his hand grinds against my throbbing clit as he starts to pump his fingers into me. Immediately my muscles clench around him and I can feel my breathing becoming ragged. Seriously, this man unravels all my control and turns me to putty with his touch.

  “Alex,” I whisper hoarsely. “There are people outside.”

  “Then you are just going to have to be quiet, my love. You need to learn what happens when you pick battles over something so silly. I always get my way, one way or another.”

  I moan softly as Alex brushes that sweet spot buried deep in my core, causing sparks of electricity to start firing through every nerve ending. In my effort to be silent I can feel every muscle in my body becoming rigid, and my hands claw the walls.

  “That’s it, Olivia. Give it up to me, baby. I know you want to. Come for me.” His final command, combined with the teeth sinking into my neck, has white-hot light shooting through my core as I convulse around Alex’s fingers. When I finally stop trembling, Alex removes his hand and brings his fingers up to his mouth, very deliberately licking each one clean as he watches me. “Fuck me, you taste good,” Alex murmurs when he is finished, before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. And then, with a wicked gleam in his eye, he turns and stalks out of the changing room and I hear him talking to Tammy on the other side of the long velvet curtains.

  With trembling hands, I remove the bra and put my old one back on before pulling on my jeans and buttoning up my white shirt. I look at my reflection in the mirror and my eyes seem wild. I take in the sight of the livid mark on my neck where Alex bit me and, weirdly, I don’t feel revolted. Quite the opposite, in fact. Seeing Alex’s mark on me makes me feel cherished almost, and more than a little horny. Knowing that I don’t have time for the self-analysis, I take a deep breath and pull on my coat and scarf, grateful for the camouflage that they afford.

  As I pull the curtain aside and step forward, Alex is instantly by my side, his large hand folding mine. “You are not going to argue with me now, Liv, are you?” he asks. I shake my head in response, unable to formulate any words in my current state. Several bags are waiting on the countertop and Tammy lets us know that the rest will be delivered. She gives me a knowing look and I can’t help the blush that creeps up my face. I have just climaxed in a public changing room, for heaven’s sake. As Alex turns around to gather up the bags, Tammy gives me a quick wink and a smile; I know immediately that she is not judging me and I find myself relaxing slightly. Smiling back, I thank her for her help before Alex escorts me from the store.

  As we step outside into the cold winter air, I ask Alex quietly if we can go home; I just want to go somewhere private to regroup. We are still trailing around my small case and are now laden with the bags, so Alex hails another taxi and it is not long before we are pulling up in front of the house. I have just stripped off my coat and am hanging it on a peg when Alex turns me gently to face him. “What’s the matter, Liv? You are really quiet.”

  I shake my head. “Nothing’s the matter, Alex,” I say quietly. “I am just trying to process, that’s all.”

  “Process what?” Alex asks, narrowing his eyes as if he is trying to see right into my soul.

  I offer up a small smile.
“Well, the fact that I just came in a public place. And…and you bit me.”

  Alex’s face darkens as he pulls aside my scarf gently, scanning my neck for the marks that he has left. I can see anger rippling under the surface. “Shit, Liv, I didn’t even realise. Fuck, I am so sorry, baby.”

  I put a finger up to his lips and he looks at me in surprise. “Don’t be sorry,” I say, and his eyes widen. “I liked it. I am just trying to process why I liked it. It’s not something I ever thought I would be into, but…” I trail off feeling embarrassed and turn my face to look at the floor.

  “But what?” Alex says, hooking a finger under my chin and forcing my head up to meet his intense scrutiny.

  “But when I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw that you had marked me…I felt…I felt cherished. I don’t understand it…it just doesn’t make sense to me. And it made me horny, which just seems weird.”

  “No weirder than how horny it is making me right now, looking at my mark on you,” Alex says, fire in his eyes. “I will always cherish you, Liv. With every breath that I take.” With that, he brings his mouth down onto mine in a hunger-filled kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth with deep, deliberate strokes. Without breaking off for breath, he scoops me into his arms and carries me through to the living room, where he deposits me on the long grey sofa. Our hands are a tangle of limbs as we try to strip each other of our clothes.

  When we are finally naked, Alex settles between my legs, resting on his elbows, but makes no move to enter me. I am wet and pulsing, but when I tilt my hips towards his pelvis he shakes his head. “Not yet, Liv. I want to worship this amazing body of yours.” His voice is filled with lust and heat and I find myself squirming in anticipation.

  With the slowness that only a man in complete control could exhort, Alex trails his hands down my body, closely followed by his mouth. Caress. Lick. Kiss. And so it goes until he has covered every inch of my front. My fingers have wound into his hair and find myself pulling on it each time he finds a particularly sensitive spot. Eventually, he returns and captures a nipple in his mouth, whilst he rolls the other sensitive nub between his fingers. Instantly, the electricity that I felt earlier begins its path to my core, lighting up nerve endings as it surges through me. I groan under his ministrations, the ache in my pussy becoming an all-encompassing need.

  “Please, Alex, I need you. In me,” I gasp.

  “All in good time, baby,” he mutters, before biting down on my nipple and pinching the other. And just like that my orgasm crashes over me. Holy shit, I never knew I could come just from having my nipples played with. Before I have even begun to come down from my orgasm, Alex has buried his head between my legs and is running his tongue over my clit. The stimulation is too much and I come again hard, wave after wave annihilating me until my body is rigid and arched clean off the couch. Yet Alex never ceases his relentless attention. Instead, his arms curl up underneath me, supporting my frame and holding my bucking hips still.

  I cry out Alex’s name over and over as the heat blinds me. I can feel tears running down my face and I am not sure how much more I can take. Just when I think I am actually about to break with the intensity of the fire inside me, I feel Alex shift, and then he is sliding his cock deep into my pussy. “Fuck me, Alex. Please,” I scream, needing to feel him move inside of me.

  “Okay, baby,” he grunts as he starts slamming into me, his fingers expertly moving across my clit. Alex is so deep it is almost painful, but the ache soon blossoms into a tsunami of pleasure that engulfs me. I am vaguely aware of Alex coming, his hot seed spurting into me with his own release, and then I am climaxing, my overwrought body finding a final release of its own.

  I come back to myself to find Alex’s head resting on my chest, his body draped over mine, panting as if we had just run the hundred meters. I move my fingers across his back in slow circles, enjoying the feel of him beneath my fingertips for a change. Slowly, he lifts his head and gives me a lazy smile. “You okay, Liv?” he asks softly.

  “All good, Alex,” I whisper. In seconds, Alex is off me and I am cradled in his arms like a baby. I am so completely drained as he strokes my hair and my face, whispering how much he loves me, that I find my eyes closing as the exhaustion consumes me.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I am hot and sweaty, the beat of the music an additional heartbeat thumping through my body. I can feel Alex grinding into my arse behind me to the sexy Latin beats, his hands holding on to my hips firmly, as I lean into his body. We are in Floridita, a Latin American-inspired restaurant with live music in the heart of London's Soho, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel completely awkward in a club like this. It is so far from my usual scene—aka staying at home and reading a book—that usually the idea of getting dressed up and going clubbing like a twenty-year-old would fill me with dread. But instead tonight I feel a little like Cinderella, transported into an alternate universe.

  When I woke up from my nap earlier to find myself still cradled in Alex’s arms, it felt like I had slept for hours despite it only being around thirty minutes. I felt completely renewed, so when Alex suggested going out I had agreed without hesitation. “I want to take you out dancing,” he had said, and even though it wasn’t exactly my cup of tea, I had remembered how much fun we had at the ball, so I had smiled and said okay.

  It had taken me ages to figure out what to wear, not least because, in the two days that I had been gone, all my possessions had been brought down into his room and put away in his massive closet. I had been touched to find that he had even included things like the quilt my mother and I pieced together as a project while I was at school, which I found neatly folded over the end of Alex’s bed. Our bed, I need to keep reminding myself.

  In the end, I had settled on a little black wrap dress in silk that I have had forever. It is sleeveless, with a sash that ties up at the waist and falls to just above my knee. I teamed it with a pair of Louboutin knockoffs that I found in Camden market—gorgeous booties with sheer lace over the top of my foot with a lovely floral detail. But the real surprise is underneath. Alex had been in the shower when I had gone through the packages we brought home earlier in the day. When I saw the set, I immediately knew why Alex had chosen them. The bra, thong and suspenders are all made of soft hand-woven elastic in a combination of thin and wide straps that criss-cross my skin in a cage-like pattern. When I had finally got everything on and fastened my stockings, I had just enough warning of the shower turning off to quickly slip on my dress and heels. The last item that had gone on was a thick metallic bronze choker collar. I had tried to hide Alex’s bite mark with makeup to no avail, and there was no way I could just leave it as it was, so I was glad to find the collar when digging through a box of old jewellery. The heat in Alex’s eyes and his straining erection when he emerged from the bathroom were all the confirmation I needed to know that I had made the right choice.

  The first hour in the club we dance non-stop. I wouldn’t have a clue how to salsa, yet my body seems to tune into Alex’s and before long I find a rhythm that doesn’t make me seem like an ice-skating giraffe. Instead, in Alex’s arms I feel sultry and sexy. I feel Alex’s hand roaming all over my body and then sense him stiffen slightly. “Are you wearing what I think you might be?” he whispers into my ear, his arousal evident in the hoarseness of his voice.

  “Uh-huh,” I respond, and I can feel his mighty erection digging into my hip.

  “Fuck this, Liv. We are going home now!” Alex orders. I think about arguing and playing games, but I know that Alex will win one way or another and I am not ready to make an exhibition of myself in the middle of the dance floor.

  “Okay.” I shrug and give him an innocent smile.

  “Naughty girl,” he murmurs into my ear, as he practically drags me out onto the street and into the first available taxi.

  The journey is mercifully short and it seems like only minutes before we are standing in the hallway, looking at each other. I notice Alex taking a deep
breath before looking at me straight in the eye. “Do you want to play, Olivia?” Domly Alex asks, tilting his head towards the basement door.

  My nipples instantly harden and my thong is wet with my arousal at his words. I am a little nervous about going back down there after last time, but I trust Alex and this is what this is all about. Submitting to him and trusting him to push my boundaries. I nod. “Say it, Olivia,” Alex commands.

  “Yes, sir. I want to play,” I respond, slipping into the role.

  “Very well. I want you to go down the stairs. Take your dress and choker off and kneel at the bottom. Keep everything else on.” His voice is warm and deep, stoking something inside of me. A little devil, I think, just waiting to hear her master’s voice.

  “Yes, sir.” I slowly walk down the stairs, not wanting to trip. When I reach the bottom, I quickly untie the sash and remove the dress, folding it neatly and placing it on the stair. I sink down onto my knees, adjusting myself to keep the heels from digging into my bum. It’s only once I am in position that I look up and out into the room in front of me.

  The lighting is dim, but I immediately see the changes that have occurred since the last time I was down here. The deep crimson walls are gone and instead they are dark purple fading into a dark inky blue. Tiny LED lights are dotted everywhere, giving the impression of the night sky. The raised bed in the middle is now covered in a cream faux-fur throw along with a stack of cushions in grey, purple and black, in all different textures. The ‘furniture’, as I have come to think of the equipment, is all there, bar the whipping bench, but it has been shuffled around a bit. The racks that adorned the walls are all gone and in their place are huge black-and-white canvases of a woman asleep, her hair messy and falling over her eyes, as she lies naked on the bed. The pictures are a combination of long shots and close-ups of various parts of her body—a peachy arse, the elegant arc of her neck, swollen lips. She looks sated and relaxed in the close-ups and I suddenly gasp with shock when I realise that the woman is actually me. When I look closer, I can see the faint marks on my bum and realise that Alex must have taken these at some point after our ‘vanilla’ session.