Bound to Ecstasy

by Vonna Harper, P. F. Kozak

  She nodded her assent. The point where she could have called red had passed. She had to get through this. She hoped she wouldn’t pass out.

  “All right, she’s gagged. Fuck her.”

  The next sensation made her scream, but only a grunt could be heard through the ball gag. Lenny’s cock not only entered her pussy, he pushed his full length in with one stroke. With her legs spread and tied, she became nothing more than a hole to fuck. She couldn’t move. Lenny held her hips and slammed into her again and again, his stamina seemingly endless. He pounded her, as she teetered on the edge of her own orgasm.

  She felt Marc reach under her and grab the chain again. She couldn’t stop him. He jerked the chain, her nipples pulling beyond endurance. She heard Lenny shout, “Fucking hell, man, she’s coming. Yank it again!”

  Marc jerked the chain again and her torso went rigid. Electricity surged through her body and her nerves crackled as her orgasm seized her. Lenny continued to thrust into her, and then he grunted like a rutting elk. “Fucking bitch, that’s it, pull it out of me! Fuck, yes!” Lenny’s pelvis hit her ass a half dozen times as he squirted his load into her cunt. With each thrust he grunted, and Marc laughed.

  Lenny didn’t withdraw his prick immediately, allowing himself to go flaccid inside of her. Patricia went limp on the table, feeling like a deflated party doll. She wanted to gasp for air, but couldn’t with the gag in her mouth. She took deep breaths through her nose, until she could finally, breathe normally.

  She felt Lenny back away. “Your turn, man. Do her ass, and I promise you, she’ll come again. I’m going to have a drink and watch.”

  Quite unexpectedly, Marc slapped her ass with his hand. “Tricia, as I remember, one of the men in your dream sodomized you. Well, sweetheart, it’s about to become real.”

  He slapped her again, and massaged her buttocks. “I hope you’re ready for this, because I sure as hell am.”

  Patricia recognized the feel of Marc’s penis against her body, only this time, he spread her ass cheeks and poked at her bum hole. When the tip of his cock entered her anus, she nearly cried with relief that it felt slippery. He had applied the lubricant, so he wouldn’t be dry-fucking her.

  Unable to say anything, she endured the second assault. Marc allowed her time to adjust before pushing in deeper. When he did, she moaned, as loudly as the gag would permit. The involuntary urge to push his cock out caused her muscles to contract. Unlike the butt plug, his cock stayed inside of her.

  “Jesus Christ, Lenny, she’s tight as frigging hell! Her asshole is grabbing me.”

  “I told you, man. This one is made for it. Fuck her till she comes. She’ll thank you for it and come back for more tomorrow.”

  Patricia could tell by the way Marc held her hips he intended to do as Lenny said. She wanted to brace herself, but like before, her anus became a hole to fuck. She couldn’t move or do anything to prevent the violation of her body.

  At that moment, Lenny pulled off the blindfold. She saw his face on the table next to hers. “Doll, I’ll take off the gag if you give me a kiss with some tongue.”

  She nodded her agreement. Lenny undid the gag. “Do her, Marc.” With intensity that nearly made her faint, Marc fucked her up the ass. The lubrication on his cock greased her up, and he pistoned in and out of her anus. Her own arousal surged when Lenny kissed her and at the same time, pulled the nipple clamps. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he tugged the chain again.

  Not believing it could be possible, she felt on the brink of another orgasm. She broke the connection with Lenny’s mouth and gasped, “God, please, rub my clit. I want to come.”

  In a commanding voice, Marc shouted, “Lenny, do it! Make her come while I’m in her ass.”

  Lenny knocked his chair over as he got up. The thick finger that had rubbed her clit earlier found it again. With incredible strength, he lifted her off of the table with his arm and rubbed her, while Marc’s prick continued to violate her ass. Lenny had left the ball gag beside her mouth. She stifled a scream and sunk her teeth into the ball as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Marc’s fingers dug into her hips as he shuddered and pumped his cream into her ass.

  5

  Patricia dried herself after taking a long, hot shower. Lenny said it would help relieve the ache in her muscles from being stretched on the table. Marc gave her a robe to put on, a long white one with lace and pearls. It looked like lingerie meant for a wedding night, not for a bondage and discipline scene.

  Nonetheless, she happily put it on. Looking in the mirror, she marveled at how it flowed over her body and accentuated her curves. Marc had spent a small fortune on this experiment with her, including all the clothes he had bought. She didn’t know what to make of that.

  When she came out, Marc stood at the sink with his shirtsleeves rolled up, washing dishes.

  “Isn’t that my job? I’m the maid.”

  “Considering what we put you through, you’ve earned early release from the role.”

  “Where’s Lenny?”

  “He left.”

  “Why?”

  “I asked him to leave. I wanted some time alone with you.”

  “What is your relationship with him, anyway?”

  “He’s a friend.”

  “Did you pay him to be here tonight?”

  “Whatever arrangement we have is my business.”

  “Did you fuck the woman he dripped hot wax on?”

  “That is also my business.”

  “Tell me, Marc, what is my business, besides the fact that the investments I made for you are paying for most of this?”

  “Your concern should not be about how I spend my time or money, but about how to get your own life in order. That should be plenty to keep you occupied.”

  “Do you realize this is the first real conversation we’ve had since this whole thing started? There are no roles this time, only us.”

  “Perhaps we should go to bed before we start fighting again. I’m damn tired.”

  “I’m tired, too, but I don’t feel like fighting, or sleeping. I actually feel very relaxed and comfortable.”

  “Well, there’s a shocker!”

  “Why the hell are you so testy? I’m the one who just got tied up and gangbanged!”

  “Two men isn’t a gang bang.”

  “In my experience, any number greater than one is a gang bang!” Patricia went to the cupboard and surveyed his liquor selection. “Christ, Marc, is whiskey all you drink? There are other choices available.”

  “There’s some Remy Martin V.S.O.P in the back.”

  “So there is.” She picked up a clean tumbler from the dish rack and poured herself a healthy serving. Leaning against the counter, she studied Marc’s profile. The hard line of his jaw told her plenty. “Did Lenny piss you off before he left?”

  “Why the hell would you ask that?” Marc slammed the dishrag into the water, splashing water on his shirt. “Shit! I should have taken it off before I started this.” He undid the last few buttons, took off the shirt, and tossed it over a chair.

  “I’m asking because something has you going. For once, I don’t think it’s me.”

  “Well, guess again. Lenny said to tell you anytime you need a partner, to come to the club. You’ll be his special guest, and he’ll show you the ropes privately.”

  Patricia didn’t even try to hide her amusement. “You’re jealous of him! I thought so! But seeing as how I got pussy fucked and then buttfucked, I really didn’t have time to dwell on it.”

  “You certainly seemed to enjoy his company.”

  “You invited him here, I didn’t.”

  “Do you want to see him again without me?”

  “Hell, no! Is that what has you tied up in knots? Dr. Forrest, you need a serious reality check!”

  “And Patricia Kendall, you need to get a handle on just how fucking sexy you are! Once you start putting it out there, Lenny is just the tip of the iceberg. I may lose you all over again, for a very di
fferent reason.”

  “Not to be trite, but how about if we cross that bridge when we come to it?”

  “And when will that be?”

  “Well, I suppose we have a few decisions to make before that happens. I think it’s still too soon. What if this subversive therapy doesn’t work, and I relapse into being a workaholic again?”

  “Have you thought about your job or your BlackBerry tonight?”

  “Actually, no. You took my BlackBerry. I have no idea where it is.”

  Marc picked up his coat from the chair and reached into the inside pocket. “Here. Have at it.”

  Patricia took her BlackBerry and turned it over in her hand. “You know, before this week, I would have been crazy not knowing what might be on this. Right now, I can honestly say I don’t give a shit. Whatever is there will still be there on Monday morning.” She put it on the counter without turning it on.

  “Is that window dressing, Tricia, or is it real?”

  “I don’t know, Marc. It’s what I’m feeling right now, but it took some extreme space to get me there. Will it last? You’re the shrink, you tell me.”

  “I’m not asking as your shrink, and you know it.”

  “No, you’re not, and according to what Dr. Dick told me, you’re in violation of the agreement we made.”

  “Goddamn it, Patricia, his name is Dr. Richards! He doesn’t deserve your bitchiness!”

  “And I don’t deserve your pissy mood! You made up the rules for this little game, and you’re the one breaking them! This ‘being ourselves’ bullshit isn’t working. Maybe I’d better get dressed and go home.”

  Patricia dumped her drink into the sink and turned to go back to the bathroom, where she had left her clothes. Marc grabbed her arm.

  “Some rules are made to be broken.” He swung her around, wrenching her arm as he did so.

  “Fucking shit, Marc, you’re hurting me!”

  “Isn’t that the point, my little love? Doesn’t it hurt so good?” He held her tightly against his chest, and kissed her, his whiskers scratching her face. He forced his tongue inside her mouth and held her head still as he roughly licked the moist flesh.

  Patricia pushed against his arms, digging her nails into his skin. She couldn’t break free, and Marc didn’t let go. She felt him tugging at the sash of the robe, which she had loosely tied. It easily pulled free. The robe opened and her breasts pressed against his bare chest. She stopped struggling, the feel of skin against skin placating her anger.

  Marc broke the kiss, but still held her tightly. “That’s better, Tricia. You don’t really want to go, do you?”

  Mollified, but still not convinced she could stay without having an argument, Patricia balked. “If I stay, you have to stick to the agreement: no unpacking our baggage and no confrontations. I won’t fight with you, Marc. Fuck this red, white, and blue bullshit. I’ll walk.”

  “All right. I’ll keep my feelings to myself for now. But, damn it, Patricia, we have to talk about where we are with everything. You know that as well as I do.”

  “I know, but not yet. I can’t, Marc, I just can’t. Please, let’s do more of what we’ve been doing. It’s working for me.”

  Marc lowered her robe and kissed her shoulder. “It’s working for me, too. I never knew I could get into topping.”

  “And I didn’t know I would like being a bottom.”

  “You’re a natural.”

  “I hope that’s a good thing.”

  “Considering how this last week has been, I think it is.” Marc kissed her neck, and then whispered in her ear. “Are you up for more? It’s still early.”

  “It depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On how rough it will be. I can’t afford to go to work with bruises showing.”

  “I promise, the bruises won’t show.”

  Patricia had to laugh. “You fucking bastard, when did you get so perverted?”

  “When I realized how kinky you really are. Your file reads like an erotic novel. Do you know how many times I had to jerk off while reviewing Phil’s notes about you?”

  “How many?”

  “See these calluses?” Marc held up his right hand and pointed to his palm. “They weren’t there before I started reading your file.”

  “Of course, they have nothing to do with your karate classes!”

  “Not that I am aware.”

  “Don’t you know that’s why God created K-Y, to keep wankers from getting calluses?”

  “No, that’s why God created pussy. It’s a much better solution for the problem.”

  Patricia picked up Marc’s hand and kissed his palm. “If I’m up for more, what do you have in mind?”

  “That dream you had, about the servant girl and the master of the house. Didn’t she bathe him?”

  “Yes, among other things.”

  “Well, I’m the master of this house, and you’ve adopted the role of servant tonight. Considering our earlier activities, I should have a bath, don’t you think?”

  “And…”

  “And what?”

  “And what else?”

  “Ah, my pet, that would be telling. Are you in?” Marc emphasized his point by rubbing his hard-on against her bare leg.

  “It seems I should be asking you that.” She ran her fingers through his thick, brown hair. “In keeping with our agreement, I’m green.”

  “Excellent!”

  “How do you do this to me?”

  “Do what to you?”

  “Make me agree to things I never thought I would, or could.”

  “Could it be because we have something special between us?”

  “Maybe. But I tend to think it has more to do with how well hung you are.”

  “Is that a fact?”

  “It is indeed a fact.”

  The smile on Marc’s face told Patricia the tension between them had broken. Relieved that the weekend might progress the way she imagined it would, she pushed her advantage. “Do I have any say about what happens tonight?”

  Marc gave her a pointed look. “It depends.”

  “Okay, I’ll bite. On what?”

  “It depends on if I approve of your suggestions. Remember, in this space, I decide what happens.”

  “All right. I’ve agreed to that. But it seems I should at least be able to give some input.”

  “Tell me what.”

  Patricia stepped back. Marc made no attempt to stop her. To emphasize her point, she turned around and lifted her robe. “Is my ass red?”

  “A bit.” When she turned back to face him, Marc couldn’t hide his grin.

  “Well, Mr. Alpha Male, my ass is still recovering from the other night, and you gave it a few more whacks tonight. If I hope to be able to sit at my desk on Monday, I can’t take much more.”

  “I understand.”

  “But will you back off with that?”

  “It depends.”

  “Fuck, Marc! On what?”

  “On how cooperative you are otherwise.”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “I don’t know yet. Let’s start by your drawing my bath. What did you do with the nipple clamps?”

  “I left them on the bathroom sink.”

  “Then let’s go to the bathroom. Is there anything else you don’t want tonight?”

  “Not that comes to mind. My ass is burning like hell. That’s the only yellow I’m calling.” Patricia suddenly realized yellow had been off limits earlier. “I can still call yellow, can’t I?”

  “Lenny said no yellow, I didn’t.” Marc looked around. “I don’t see Lenny, do you?”

  “No, you sent him back to his dungeon, to torment some other submissive soul.”

  “So I did. And you’re sure you don’t want to follow him there?”

  “I’m quite sure. I want to be here with you.”

  “A few minutes ago, you wanted to leave.”

  “Only because I didn’t want to fight. We’re not fighting, so I’m no
t leaving.”

  “C’mon.” Marc took Patricia’s hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. He stopped outside the door. “You haven’t told me, what do you think of this loft?”

  “It has potential.”

  “Really. What would you do to it that I haven’t?”

  “A few more chairs, big, oversized ones. There’s room. And pictures. Christ, Marc! The walls are bare. You have exquisite taste in art. Why haven’t you put anything on the walls?”

  “Because until this week, I didn’t know if I would keep this place. Things have changed.”

  “Have they?”

  “Patricia, you made me agree not to go there tonight. That being the case, why don’t you draw my bath? I believe we have some therapeutic work to do.”

  “Is that what you call it?”

  “Well, it’s better than calling it a dom/sub scene, isn’t it?”

  “I suppose so.” With no more discussion, Patricia went into the bathroom. She took her business suit and blouse off of the shower rod and hung them on the bathroom door with the French maid costume. Studying the clothes for a moment, she noticed the incongruity. “Look, Marc. Doesn’t that just say it all? My life hanging on a door. It deserves a caption.”

  “How about, ‘I’m all of this, and more.’ Works for me.”

  “Me, too.” She took a deep breath, as the full import of what was happening sank in. Assuming the role of the servant girl in her dream, she went back to the tub and turned on the faucet. “Sir, are you ready for your bath?”

  “I am, dear heart. Take off your robe. I want to look at you as you bathe me.”

  Patricia took off her robe and put it on the hanger over her suit. When she returned to the tub, Marc had not yet undressed. Trying to retain the role, she politely admonished him. “Sir, you cannot bathe while clothed.”

  They stood face-to-face, Patricia completely naked and Marc wearing only his trousers and socks. Pointing to the nipple clamps, Marc also assumed his role. “I gave you a gift and you left it on the sink? Perhaps I don’t want such an ungrateful girl in my bath with me!”

  Surprising herself, Patricia responded to Marc’s stern tone with an apology. “Oh sir, I am sorry! I forgot I left them there.”