He knelt before her then and circled one of her ankles with his long fingers. He slowly ran his hands up her leg, first cupping her calf then moving up to caress her knee. Then he slid up her thigh until he barely brushed against her pussy this time. His hands made their way back down her leg again, dragging the calloused tips of his fingers across her skin until he reached her ankle once more. Then he did the same with the other leg, running his hot hands from ankle to hip and back down again. Shivers of delight rained over her body and concentrated right between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with need, but he didn’t touch her there again.
She’d thought her position had been precarious enough already until he pulled her legs apart and tied the ankles off, probably using some of those rings she’d seen attached to the floor. She was teetering now and she couldn’t stop the cry of alarm that escaped her lips. He chuckled in response, the sound dark and dangerous.
She heard him stand. When he yanked on the leash, she swung forward, and he surprised her by planting a kiss on her slightly parted lips. He crushed his lips to hers, plunging his tongue possessively into her mouth. His taste was rich and exotic, and she resisted the urge to suck on his tongue like a starving woman. Then he released her abruptly, both her lips and the leash, and she swung away, helpless.
She yelped as she swayed on her bonds, rocking on the toes of her shoes. With her palms bound together, she couldn’t even clutch the ropes for some sense of security. He obviously wanted her helpless. She knew he was watching her. He was probably enjoying the way her body twisted and turned wildly on the ropes.
Then his hands were on her, stopping the swinging of her body. He smoothed her hair away from her face, stroked her breasts, her ribs, her quivering abdomen. She sighed as his gentle caresses relaxed her. Heated her. He walked behind her and brushed his hands over the cheeks of her ass, softly rubbing the skin, dipping his fingers quickly through her wet folds. He plunged a finger deep in her core and her pussy instinctively clenched around it, but he pulled it out again just as quickly. Then he returned to the soft strokes again.
When the slap on her ass came, she cried out loud, more from surprise than pain. She rocked on her toes from the force of the blow. He returned to the gentle strokes on her ass, but now she couldn’t relax. Her brain started working overtime again. When would he spank her again? What if she didn’t like the pain? Would she have to call a stop to the play?
Already she didn’t want to disappoint him. She wanted to be strong for him. His fingers played with her pussy again and the rush of delightful tingles made her drop her guard. Which was no doubt what he intended.
Then he slapped her bottom again, even harder, and she gasped. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t consider calling a stop to it. He spanked her again and again, the pain so sharp she could barely catch her breath. Each time her body jerked, the leash hanging from the collar slapped into her pussy. Her body swung slightly away from him with each hard smack from the flat of his hand. Then she swayed back to meet the next strike. She couldn’t escape.
Before long, surprisingly, she didn’t want to.
He’d begun by delivering a series of quick, sharp smacks that stung her skin. He alternated them with hard, measured blows that quickly set her ass on fire. Just as she got used to one, he switched to the other, back and forth, until she gave up trying to anticipate and gave in to the sensations.
Her ass burned. Her pulse raced. Her nipples ached and her pussy dripped with the moisture of her arousal. Her clit was throbbing and she thought if he kept it up a few more minutes, she might come from the spanking alone. As if he knew that, he stopped.
She heard his ragged breathing behind her. It matched her own.
She hung limply from her bonds. While the stimulation from the spanking session had sent erotic energy flowing through her, now that the stimulation had stopped, she was suddenly exhausted. She wasn’t used to so many sensations bombarding her body at once. She wasn’t used to so many sensations at all.
But she craved for him to touch her again. Gentle or rough, she didn’t care. She just wanted him to keep the sensations coming. Satisfy the need crawling through her, pulsing through her veins, throbbing between her legs.
“Please,” she cried, the need stronger than the fear of punishment.
But he said nothing. He didn’t touch her again, either. Had she angered him again? She heard his footsteps as he walked around her. Away from her? Around the room? Where was he going? What was he doing? While the blindfold had been a comfort at first, now she wished it was gone. She wanted to see.
Or did she? She was burning with need. Ready to do anything, everything, to find release. Wouldn’t it be easier to give up total control while still surrounded by the darkness, like in her dream, rather than looking into the face of a stranger?
Why worry about it? It didn’t matter. It wasn’t her decision, anyway. Once she accepted that fact, really accepted it, a surge of relief rushed through her. This was what she’d hoped to experience all along. Actual helplessness. There was nothing she could do about any of this and it made her so hot she could hardly stand it.
Finally, he was back again. He quickly released her ankles and helped her steady herself. She unconsciously squirmed to try to relieve the overwhelming need between her legs, but a quick swat on her sore ass reminded her that she wasn’t allowed to do that. Then he slowly lowered her arms. She moaned as she rolled her stiff shoulders and he pulled her back against him and massaged the sore muscles for a moment. Still behind the zipper, his hard cock rubbed against her burning bottom.
He untied the rope from around her hands and kissed the tips of her fingers. Before she had a chance to wonder about the gentle gesture, he pulled her arms behind her and wrapped cuffs, probably leather, around her wrists and hooked them together behind her back. She held back a sigh. How long would he want to play with her before he took his pleasure?
And could he possibly give her hers?
She stood before him on shaky legs, feeling his gaze on her again. Now what? She straightened her back, her shoulders already pulled back from the cuffs around her wrists. Then she lifted her chin, taking advantage of one thing she did have control of. She would be a proud plaything.
Her mouth was dry again. She didn’t realize she’d been panting. She swallowed and then swept her tongue along her lips to moisten them while she waited for him to let her know what he wanted her to do next. A deep moan cut through the dark silence and she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees.
The floor was hard and cool, but not uncomfortable. She relaxed and sat back on her heels, then bounced up slightly when her sore bottom brushed against the back of her shoes. She could tell was going to happen next. She liked knowing what he wanted her to do. The raspy sound of his zipper being lowered was loud, so close to her ears. Relaxing her jaw, she parted her lips and waited.
He didn’t push past her lips right away. First, he brushed her hair back over her shoulders and then gathered it together in a ponytail with one hand. He pulled on her hair, forcing her head back and making her look up at him. He knew she couldn’t see him. What did he want from her? Or was that the whole point? To keep her wondering?
She could hear his ragged breathing, knew he must be studying her. What was he looking for? Did she please him? Her bound hands brushed the heels of her shoes, her toes were starting to cramp. She did her best not to squirm. How much longer would he want her to stay in this position? The collar pressed against her throat when she swallowed. Her own breathing sounded ragged to her ears.
He abruptly released his grip on her hair and she swayed as she lost her balance. Then he grabbed the leash and yanked her forward. As he pulled her toward him, she lifted her ass off her heels and opened her mouth. His cock was there as she’d anticipated, waiting to plunge between her lips. She remembered the familiar taste of him as he slid over her tongue. He hummed in pleasure as she took him deep. Or was he pleased with her for being ready fo
r him? Either way, she took him all the way in until he hit the back of her throat.
If her hands had been free, she would have grasped the root of his cock with one hand, stroking the hot length that didn’t make it past her lips. With her other hand, she would have grabbed on to his hip, so she could steady herself. Or maybe she’d have played with his balls, kneading the fuzzy sac that hung beneath his cock. But her hands were bound behind her back and she couldn’t see a thing, so she had to do the best that she could.
He stood still, using the leash to pull her toward him, thrusting his cock into her mouth. Then, when he let up on the leash, she rocked back, letting his rigid shaft slide backward along her tongue. He pulled her back and forth with his own rhythm, at his own speed. She could do nothing but remain open to his thrusting cock.
She wanted to tell him there were so many other things she could do for him. Suck him deeply into her mouth. Lick his velvety skin with her tongue. Nibble on the rounded head with her lips. Milk him with her hands. But he obviously didn’t want that. As he had earlier, he simply wanted an open orifice.
She was just a bondage toy and she had to assume he was using her the way he wanted to.
Of course he was. That was the whole point.
It was so simple when she thought about it. She gave him pleasure by doing what he wanted her to do. Isn’t that what Paolo had told her to begin with? This was supposed to be easy part. Just do what she was told to do.
But it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. Probably because she couldn’t stop thinking about it, still couldn’t stop her mind from trying to hang on to its control. But just because it wasn’t easy didn’t mean it wasn’t the right thing to do, because she could admit that she received pleasure by serving him. Her pussy throbbed. Moisture seeped from her core, wetting her calves when she rocked back against them. Her breasts ached and her nipples prickled.
She was more aroused than she had ever been in her life and it was because she was bound for this man’s pleasure. Because she was his plaything.
He continued to fuck her mouth, plunging in and out, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard and fast. Her knees were starting to hurt from rocking against the hard floor, but she could put up with it as long as she could keep tasting him. Keep breathing in his musky scent. When he pulled her close and held her there with his cock pressed against the back of her throat, the sound he made was something between a hum and a moan. Taking her cue from him, she hummed around his cock, letting him know she was enjoying this too.
But then when she’d used up all her breath with the hum, she found she couldn’t take in another breath. He was pressed too tightly against the back of her throat. She stiffened and did her best not to jerk away from him. While her first instinct was to panic, she knew she had to trust him to know what he was doing.
In only another second or two, he relaxed his hold just enough to let her breathe. He didn’t pull out but kept her mouth filled with his cock. She hummed again with a mixture of relief and pleasure, letting the vibrations surround him. He groaned and dropped the leash, instead gripping each side of her head, holding her in place. With his rigid shaft lying heavy in her mouth, she was able to move her tongue just enough rub the underside a little bit. She hummed around him again.
He cried out and released her abruptly. With her arms bound behind her, she wasn’t able to steady herself, but he was there to catch her. To drag her up his body and hold her against him until she regained her balance. And then a little longer.
She couldn’t help but lean against him, soaking in his warmth, reveling in the feeling of his arms around her. He didn’t appear angry with her for taking a bit of initiative. If she were to guess, Julianne thought she probably drove him a little closer to the edge than he wanted to be. She smiled into his shoulder.
She knew it wouldn’t last, and as wired as her body was, she was almost glad when he cleared his throat and gently pushed her away from him. He grabbed the leash up high, close to the collar and tugged. She followed him. What else could she do? He led her over to the sofa and sat her down. She winced from the scrape of the upholstery on her sore bottom. He propped her up in one corner, like she used to do with her rag dolls when she was a little girl.
Her bound arms were wedged tightly between the back cushion and the high arm of the sofa. Her long hair was trapped behind her back. He spread her legs wide, stretching one out along the back of the sofa seat, pulling the other to hang over the front, the heel of her shoe resting on the floor. Then he put his arm under her and lifted her hips, pushing a thick pillow under her tender ass. Her head dropped back over the sofa arm. Her foot no longer touched the floor.
She lay limp on the soft cushions. He unhooked the leash and she heard it fall to the floor. She imagined blue eyes studying her, pleased with the way he had arranged his plaything. His hands began to roam over her body. He stroked her throat, kneaded her breasts, tugged on her aching nipples. Desire danced along her skin. Then while he tightly grasped one of her breasts and took the nipple into his mouth, he moved his other hand lower until it was buried between her legs.
She didn’t arch her back with the pleasure his mouth was bringing. She didn’t lift her hips to push her pussy harder against the fingers toying with her slick folds. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to. It wasn’t because of any lesson she learned tonight. But because in the position he’d placed her in, she simply couldn’t.
Her control was completely gone. Of course, she could say the words to stop this experience at any time, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. In fact, there was nothing in her mind. She was so aroused she couldn’t even think. So she let herself feel. Let herself enjoy the rush of sensations his hands and mouth were bringing her. The buzz of arousal swarmed through her. The coil of tension wound tighter and tighter.
His fingers plunged deep into her core, thrusting over and over again, rubbing against the inner walls with each stroke. It was several moments before she realized the moaning she heard was coming from her mouth. She was close. So close. And she still was afraid she would never come, even at the hands of a remarkable stranger in the middle of an incredible fantasy she never could have imagined.
He continued to move his fingers in and out of her, faster, harder. He relinquished her nipple with a moist pop and shifted his body beside her. Then his mouth was between her legs. His tongue laved her swollen pussy. His teeth nibbled the sensitive flesh. His fingers fucked her heated core. Then, as she was overwhelmed with desire, he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth.
She exploded into a burst of sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before. The climaxes to which she brought herself were a mere shadow of what she experienced now. Though she hadn’t been able to move an inch a moment ago, her body now shook with the orgasm racking her body. Her deep spasms sucked at the wicked fingers still thrusting into her. He continued to tease her clit with his mouth, bringing her even higher. She sucked in ragged breaths, alternating with wild moans.
“Oh Julianne, you are so beautiful.” The accented words sent shockwaves rolling on top of the orgasm waves still sweeping through her body.
She froze, choking off in mid-moan. “Paolo?”
Chapter Three
His fingers slid out of her and she felt him rise to his feet. When he lifted the blindfold off her head, she blinked as she looked up into bright blue eyes. She shivered from the intense look of desire she saw there. Questions scurried through her mind, but right now her body was still overriding her brain. She needed him inside her, pounding her like his fingers had been doing just moments before.
She didn’t dare voice her desires aloud. She was still his plaything, even now that she knew, as she realized she’d always known, that she was in Paolo’s hands.
“I want you, Julianne,” he said, his voice ragged. “And I want you to know who it is that is taking you tonight.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
She lay there in the corner of the so
fa and watched him unbutton his shirt. When he shrugged it off, she admired his broad shoulders and sculpted chest. It was a good thing her arms were bound behind her. She would have been reaching out, touching him, pulling him into her embrace. But that wasn’t what he wanted from her.
He quickly undressed. His erection was dark red, long and thick, veins bulging with the blood feeding his desire. She watched as he took it in his hand and stroked long and hard, the skin stretching with each pull. Her mouth watered as she remembered tasting him, remembered the weight of him on her tongue. She wished she could have spread her legs wider for him, but even that silent invitation was not possible. So she lay there and watched. And waited. And wanted.
A thin sheen of sweat covered his skin. A few random curls lay on his forehead. His hot gaze ran over her body then rose to her face. A small smile lifted his lips. He pulled roughly on his cock again and groaned. Her mouth was so dry from panting that she ran her tongue along her lips. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he groaned. Why had he waited at all? He grabbed a packet from a nearly overflowing basket on the side table she hadn’t noticed before and quickly rolled on a condom.
With one foot on the floor, he placed a knee on the cushion. He grasped her hips, still lifted on the pillow, and plunged into her, shoving her body even harder into the corner of the sofa. She gasped, barely noticing the pain in her shoulders over the slide of his shaft into her core. His cock stretched her, filled her.
She moaned as need overwhelmed her again. His fingers dug into her flesh, yet she wanted him to hold her tighter. He plunged over and over, dragging his hard cock along her sensitive inner walls, yet she wanted him to fuck her harder. She stared at his beautiful face and saw the tension building there. His eyes closed, a near-grimace tightening his features.
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