Stuck in Between (Bound by Your Love)

by Bennett, Blakely

  “You’ll have to decide that for yourself.”

  We rocked for a few minutes as my mind tried to decipher what I really felt. “Crap,” I muttered and stood up. “Shall we prep the veggies?”

  “Sure.”

  I vowed to myself not to think of Bond for the rest of the night.

  Red and I enjoyed a relaxing dinner together, and I managed to let go of most of the stress I had been carrying around.

  When we were cleaning up the kitchen, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

  Placing the last plate into the dishwasher, I said, “How do you mean?”

  “Are you tired?”

  “Oh that. No, the nap really helped.” I hung the dish towel over the oven handle and faced him.

  “Good because there are two things I haven’t been able to get off my mind, and I think now’s the perfect time to take care of them.”

  “Oh,” I said, batting my eyes.

  “Are you taunting me?” He stepped forward and towered over me.

  “Maybe,” I giggled, running up the stairs to get away from him. I tried to shut his door, but he just laughed and pushed through it.

  “Get over here, Little One.”

  I walked backward away from him with my hands on my hips. “What’re you going to do to me?”

  “If you would stand still for a minute, you’d find out.”

  He started to take a step when I blurted out, “I’m still and you stay there,” I said, pointing at him by the door. “Tell me.”

  “Damn, you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

  “I’m not nervous,” I said, stretching up taller. “I just see that devious look in your eyes and I want to know what you’re getting up to.”

  “About here,” he said, holding his hand just above his head and striding toward me.

  I hopped up on the bed and jumped out of reach.

  “First—once I catch you—I’m going to bind you in rope. I’ve been fantasizing about tying your tiny frame in a chest harness and rope corset.” He stomped around to the other side of the bed, and I shifted farther away.

  “Will I have use of my arms?”

  “Yes, you will need them.”

  “Okay then.” Just as I was about to hop off the bed, I stopped myself. “And the second thing?”

  “That ass of yours is mine.”

  “This little ole thing?” I bent over and mooned Red.

  “That’s it!” He scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to the trunk. “First things first, get naked.”

  As I peeled off my PJs, I felt my pussy pulse in anticipation.

  Red flipped open the lid of the chest, which held a variety of ropes in various widths and colors, and said, “Choose two colors from the pile on the right.”

  I reached down and touched the cotton rope finding it much softer than I imagined. “Purple and teal, I love that combination.” I handed the two coils of rope to Red.

  “Hold your hands up at chest height with your elbows out,” he said as he spun me to face away from him. Using the teal rope, he ran the double folded cordage along the top of my breast and then underneath them. He did that twice before securing it behind me.

  Heat rushed to the surface of my skin, and my nipples tightened.

  “You can put your arms down now.” Over my shoulder he draped the rope and threaded it under the bindings that crossed above and below my bust.

  I watched him twist the rope a few times and run it back through the top binding before fastening it in the back.

  “See how sexy your hot little body looks,” he said, leading me to the mirror over the dresser. My pert breasts were more pronounced between the crisscross of rope over my chest, and the coils above and below them pushed them up and out.

  He plucked at my nipples. “You look incredible, Jacqs.”

  “Ahhh, thanks,” I muttered and closed my eyes. His warmth disappeared from my side, and when I opened my eyes again, he sat on the edge of the bed with the purple rope in his hand. “What’s that rope for?”

  “The corset. Come here.”

  Obliging, I sauntered up in front of him.

  Pulling on the center of the harness, he looped the purple rope through it. He circled the rope around my back, making sure that the double layers lay flat against my torso. On each pass, he threaded it through the loop above creating the corseted effect.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Are you done?”

  “Yes.”

  Turning toward the mirror, I stood on tiptoe to see the finished product. My waist and hips looked more pronounced, and my nipples protruded, waiting for play. I looked and felt sexy. “So you don’t always use rope to tie people down?”

  “No, sometimes I just appreciate the art of knotting and binding. You look incredible, Jacqs. Come here.”

  The corset kept my back completely straight, so I had to rock on my knees to straddle Red. He grabbed my buttocks in both hands and commandeered my mouth. Just tying me up had aroused him, and he wasn’t alone. Through his pajama bottoms, his hard cock tapped against my wetness. Dizzy from his kisses and the fervor raging between us, I yanked on the elastic at his waist.

  “Not so fast,” he said, lifting me off him and placing me down to the side. “That pouty lip isn’t going to work on me.”

  “Can’t you just slide into my pussy a few times before we, you know?” I asked, lying back on the bed and spreading my legs before him.

  “Not if you can’t even say it, Jacqs. I’m going to play with your anus, with my finger first and then my cock. Say it.”

  “You plan to play with my ass and then try to get your gargantuan penis in there.”

  Red burst out in laughter and said, “Good enough.” He rolled on top of me, bending my knees back toward my chest. “So fucking wet. Your body sure likes the idea of what’s about to happen.” With the tip of his cock, he rubbed against my opening and around my distended clit.

  “Ohhh,” I groaned.

  “Only a few strokes because I don’t want you to distract me from my mission.” He pushed his bulbous erection into me, resting before slowly pulling out.

  “Again,” I ordered, clutching his ass in my hands and drawing him forward.

  “You are quite the demanding one when you’re turned on.”

  “Please?”

  He towered over me, bending so he could kiss me as he reamed my pussy hard and fast.

  “Oh lord,” I mumbled against his lips.

  We merged together in force, his thrusts meeting mine until he abruptly pushed off the bed and stood.

  “I’ll be right back,” Red said. He stepped away and returned from the bathroom.

  “What’s that?”

  “Coconut oil. It’s great for anal play. Here, put this towel under your hips.” He scooped some out of a small jar and spread it over my anus. “Rub some on your clit.”

  Straightening the folded towel beneath me, I hunched forward to look in the jar. “Why?”

  “Because you’ll be playing with your clit while I play with your ass. Don’t get shy on me now.”

  “It smells great.” I used my finger to get some of the butter and rubbed it in over my pussy lips and clit. It easily melted as soon as it touched my hot flesh.

  “Lie back and relax.”

  “Uh huh,” I said, as if my libido and racing heart planned to let me relax.

  Without hesitation, Red circled his finger around my anus and gently pushed in.

  My clit hardened from his anal attention as I swirled around the protruding pearl. “Oh lord, that feels good.”

  In and out he stroked, loosening the area. “I need you to take two fingers before we can try him,” he said, laying his thick heavy cock against my labia.

  I glided my slick fingers over the flared head. “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

  Dipping his other finger into my pussy, he coated it in my natural wetness. Pushing past my resistance, he plunged two fingers into my anus, twisting and turning
to stretch the opening.

  “Oh, I feel so full.”

  “Should I stop?

  “Ummm, maybe, oh no, don’t. If you keep doing that ... I think it will make me come,” I groaned. My hips bucked and shook in time with his barrage of sensual torment. Thrusting even deeper, in and out; I sped up my fingers to match his pace. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Just like that! Oh ... my ... oh ... fuck!” My back arched up from the bed, and I came with abandon, squirting and gushing with each contraction. I saturated the towel beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath. “Please give me a second to recover,” I said, as I felt Red slide his fingers out.

  “Take your time.” After washing his hands in the bathroom, he returned to my side with a fresh towel. He ran his hand down my chest, circling my areolas. “Your nipples get so hard and distended when I play with your ass.”

  “Do they?”

  “You looked so incredibly sexy coming for me like that. Your squirt hit me straight in the chest.” He plucked at my nipples as we continued to talk.

  I blushed and said, “You make me feel sexy.”

  “There’s no doubt about it. Does the binding still feel okay? Are you ready to continue?”

  “Where do you want me?”

  He grabbed my legs and pulled my butt to the edge of the bed.

  Spreading my knees wide for him, I was thrilled to be taken in a new way. I stared up at him, my love blossoming further.

  “Let me know if it’s too much, I don’t want to hurt you.” The head of his cock pressed against my anal opening, and I gave over to the sensation of being stretched and full. “You’re so tight, it won’t take me long to explode.”

  My nerves caught fire, and my whole body felt wide awake. “Uhhh ... uhhh ... that’s sooo intense ... and oh ... oh my god ... slowly.”

  “Do I need to pull out?”

  “Are you all the way in?”

  “Almost,” he said, hitching back gently and then plunging forward. “All the way now.”

  “Oh Aidan, that’s ... that’s like nothing ... oh fuck ... don’t stop!”

  “I want you to come with me, Jacqs.” Standing at the edge of the bed, Red clutched my thighs, just under my knees, using my legs as leverage to penetrate me fully.

  I reached down and found the right spot on my bloated clit, rubbing up and down. My stomach clutched as my orgasm climbed and my anus squeezed Red’s cock.

  “I can’t hold out much longer,” he said, slowing his strokes.

  His cock swelled within me, and I knew he was very close. “You ... don’t ... oh, Aidan, I’m so going to ... oh fuck me!” I screamed as my orgasm joined with his.

  His green eyes held mine as he yelled out his release, his chest puffing out. He stood up straight and laughed.

  “Stay right there,” he said. “You kind of look like a rag doll there.”

  My legs hung over the side of the bed and I melted in bliss, drifting in the afterglow.

  A warm wash cloth pressed against my pussy, and I took hold of it. “Thanks,” I said. After wiping myself clean, I used the bathroom and got ready for sleep.

  Back at the bed, Red waited for me. “How was that?”

  “Amazing,” I said, cozying up next to him.

  “You are amazing. Shall I untie you?” he said, pulling me in close.

  “I’m sure I’ll sleep better without the rope on, but I must admit that I enjoyed being bound.”

  “Good, now turn around before I take your cute self again.”

  “That wasn’t enough for you?”

  As he untied my bindings he said, “Enough for now, tomorrow’s another day.”

  I yawned and stretched up on my toes once I was completely naked again. “Look at all the lines,” I said, tracing over my skin.

  “Those will be gone by tomorrow. Let’s spoon.”

  Wrapped up in Red’s arms and just before drifting off into a content sleep, I thought about Bond and wondered if he was doing okay.

  I awoke in the morning to the soft play of Red’s hands roaming over my body, caressing my thighs and butt trailing up to my shoulders and around to my stomach and breasts. The nibbles along my back and neck sent shockwaves, stoking my desire. My giggles erupted as his breath tickled my neck.

  “That’s a wonderful sound first thing in the morning,” he said, rolling me around to face him.

  “Your breath smells minty,” I said, pushing against his chest and jumping out of bed to head to the bathroom. I used the toilet, brushed my teeth, and easily curled back into the warmth of his arms.

  “This is how I want to wake up every morning,” he said.

  I reached down and grabbed hold of his erection. “He sure likes it.”

  “He almost woke you in the middle of the night.”

  I laughed and asked, “But you stopped him? Why?”

  “I thought you needed the sleep and I plan to convince you to stay again tonight.”

  “Oh, do convince me.”

  He covered my mouth with his, causing me to moan out loud.

  “That’s a good start,” I said, practically gasping.

  “Go onto your side for me,” he said, moving me into place with my back facing him. He resumed his erotic massage, fondling my breasts and tugging on my nipples.

  I wiggled my hips uncontrollably against him as he nipped down my neck.

  His hand migrated lower to my stomach and pulled my upper leg over his thigh, spreading me wide.

  He groaned deeply when he delved his fingers into my wetness. “You’re so damn sexy, Jacqs, and I love how your body responds to me.”

  “I’m rather … fond of it … myself,” I said as he swirled his finger inside me.

  “I want you to come with my cock inside you. Let me know when you’re close.”

  My back rested against his chest, and he freed the arm underneath to wrap it around my torso and tug on my nipple. He used the long thick fingers of his other hand to knead my clit, making it swell under his touch. As his heat surrounded my body from behind and I mewed in response to his manipulations, I rose higher and higher to the edge of climax.

  “I’m close,” I muttered.

  “Roll over on your stomach and raise your hips and play with your clit for me.”

  Desperately wanting to please him, I did what he asked, causing my arousal to climb. I vowed not to be shy with him and how could I be after last night. I rested my forehead on my left arm as I reached underneath with my right hand and rubbed against my clit. I could feel him positioning himself behind me.

  “You have the most beautiful pussy and I love that you’re letting me take you this way.” He penetrated me with his thick cock, filling me deeper than before.

  “Oh yes, that feels sooo good,” I moaned.

  “Keep working that clit of yours and let me know when you’re about to come.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, pushing my pelvis back to meet his incursion.

  Red chuckled but didn’t break stride. He gathered my hair in his fist and pulled my head back toward him. Clasping my shoulder with his other hand, he rode me hard.

  The force of our coupling intensified, and I reveled in my submissive position—face down, ass up. “Oh lord … I’m going to come … oh please! Yesss!” I yelled as my orgasm finally stole my breath and shut me up.

  Letting go of my hair, he wound his arm around my stomach, holding me tightly against him. “Take your time recovering; we are going to go again.”

  “I don’t know if I can, that was so intense—” I breathed out.

  “You can and you will,” he said, brushing my hair off my back and draping it over my neck. He cupped my breast that dangled under me and pinched my nipple while biting my shoulder. He resumed the sway of his hips, still fully erect, pulsing inside me, sliding in and out of my wanton pussy. Wetness coated my inner thighs and as the pace of his strokes increased, my lust flared again.

  Nonsensical groans spilled out of me and I knew it wouldn’t take much longer.


  “Are you close … because if not I need to slow—” he said.

  “Now!” I screamed as my orgasm spasmed, causing me to convulse and thrash in Red’s arms.

  “Jacqs,” he growled, his release chasing mine.

  Once he finished pounding out his ejaculation, I buckled. He fell out next to me, both of us breathing heavily.

  “Holy hell woman,” he whispered.

  “No shit,” I said, trying to catch my breath. I felt spent in the most exquisite way. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I melted into the bed, drifting back into sumptuous sleep.

  “Jacqs,” Red said, lightly shaking my shoulder.

  I opened my eyes and it seemed much lighter out. “What time is it?”

  “Late. Sorry, I dosed off with you. A first for me.”

  “Sleeping after sex?” I said, stretching my arms overhead, trying to shake off the nap.

  “Sleeping as well as I do, when you’re in my bed.”

  “I think we might need an alarm clock in here.”

  “Yeah, maybe. It’s almost nine o’clock.”

  “Oh hell, I need to take a quick shower and get out of here,” I said, scooting off the bed.

  We showered, and I grabbed a yogurt to take with me to work.

  “Plan to spend the night,” Red said as we exited his house together. We shared a sweet kiss before we set off to our separate cars.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  I’m So Heavy

  by Florence + The Machine

  Henry gave me crap for being late for work, but otherwise the day was pretty uneventful. I left as early as I could so I had the time to throw in a load of laundry, shower, and dress before heading over early for the gathering at Red’s.

  My phone rang as I pulled on my wide-band, purple hippie skirt that I wore low on my hips and the off-the-shoulder red peasant blouse. I forewent my bra and underwear to torment Red.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “Hey girl,” Lainie said, her voice sounding shaky.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m not sure about going to Red’s tonight.”

  “What’s happened Lainie? Do you want me to drop by on my way?” I walked into the bathroom to check my appearance and slipped on sliver hoop earrings.

  “It’s not worth talking about.”