by Madison,Mia
“It’s my dungeon.”
I walked to the center of the room and turned around. It felt surreal, like I had been transported to a medieval torture chamber but with a modern flair. One wall was lined with whips and paddles of all shapes and sizes. The left corner was taken up by a wooden, X-shaped cross with leather paddings in the middle and on each of the arms. Beside it was a wooden bench of some sort, except there were leather bondages attached to them. A large metal hook hung from a chain connected to a pulley in the ceiling, swinging back and forth ominously, and on the right corner was the only familiar piece of furniture I recognized - a bed.
I was pretty sure that wasn’t just a normal bed.
“Wow, Marcus, I had no idea you were into the Fifty Shades thing.”
“It’s called bondage, or BDSM,” Marcus said, standing beside me, his shirtless chest gleaming in the weird, almost reddish lighting of the room. “My ex and I experimented with these things when we were young, before we even got married. I thought they were a lot of fun. When my architect sat with me to design the place he asked me if I wanted to add anything special, and this dungeon came to mind.”
“Huh, interesting. And how many women have you brought down here?”
Marcus laughed. “Actually I’ve only used the room once, but the woman, let’s just say she wasn’t the right fit for me.”
“And you think I am?”
“I know you are,” Marcus said, giving me a wink.
I giggled. “So, where do we start?”
“Are you sure you want to try this?”
“Fuck, yeah. Sounds like fun.”
“Well I’d like to use those cat o’nine tails - those are the whips with the long leather strips - or perhaps one of the paddles - on you but,” he said, looking at me and my white bikini, “I don’t think we’d be able to hide the effects of a whipping session with what you’re wearing.”
“Yeah, that might be an issue.”
“Hmm,” Marcus said, rubbing the stubby shadow on his chiseled face. “The St. Andrew’s Cross is a standard equipment in any serious BDSM scene.”
“This super-sized X-Men logo thing here?” I said, walking toward the large cross. “What a weird name for it.”
“Saint Andrew was a disciple of Jesus. The accounts of him are a bit sketchy but rumor has it that he continued preaching after Jesus died and when he was finally captured, he requested to be crucified on an X-shaped cross because he wasn’t worthy to be nailed to the same type of cross that was used on Jesus. I guess the name just stuck.”
“Huh, well it doesn’t look too intimidating. Sure, let’s do it!”
“Good.”
“How do you want to…” I said, turning, expecting Marcus to still be at the far end of the room where I left him, but he was suddenly next to me. He had closed the gap between us quickly and without any sound whatsoever that it startled me.
I shook my head. Him and my dad, I swear. These ex-military guys could move anywhere without making a single noise.
Marcus pushed me back gently until I was up against the cross. He raised my right hand and secured it to the cross with a leather belt that was attached to the wooden arm. He did the same with my left hand, spread my legs apart, and secured my ankles to the wooden frame.
“Comfy?” Marcus said, stepping back to admire me.
“Sure,” I said, wiggling my fingers and toes. “Now what?”
“Now that you’re helplessly bound, I can do anything I want with you.”
“Such as?”
Marcus smiled and walked to one of the shiny red cabinets. He opened a drawer and took out a black blindfold and a strange looking red ball attached to a garter.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a blindfold.”
“No, silly, that!”
“This one?” he said, holding up the sinister looking object.
“Yes, that one!”
“This is a gag ball.”
“Wait,” I said, the first tinge of fear seeping under my skin. “You didn’t say anything about gagging me. Or blindfolding me, for that matter.”
“I didn’t?”
“No, you didn’t, Mr. Mansfield.”
Marcus placed the gag ball over my head and let it rest around my neck. Then he placed the blindfold on my head, but didn’t cover my eyes with it. He walked back to the cabinets, opened another drawer and took out a device that looked like an oversized massager.
Jesus, what the fuck does he have in those drawers?
“Marcus,” I said, biting my lip. This whole thing might not have been a good idea after all. “What is that?”
“This is a Hitachi Wand,” he said as if it were a common house appliance.
“And what is that for?”
“You’ll see,” he said, placing the wand on the floor and plugging the cord into an outlet.
I cleared my throat. “Marcus? On second thought, maybe we can try the bed or…”
“Shhh,” Marcus said, kissing me gently, his hand tracing my cleavage. “Just trust me.”
His kiss felt good, reassuring. Our tongues danced around in our mouths, a faint, now familiar stirring rising up from within me.
Suddenly the red ball was in my mouth, the garter being tightened behind my neck, and just like that, I lost my ability to talk.
My eyes widened, the fear spreading. Marcus caressed my face, his smile the last thing I saw before the blindfold came over my eyes and my sense of sight was taken from me.
A feeling of dread and helplessness washed over me. Without the ability to see what’s going on and to communicate, and with my arms and legs tightly bound to the cross, I was suddenly gripped with a raw fear I had never experienced before. Dozens of old scary movies where blonde bimbos were lured into basements of mass murderers and chopped up into pieces invaded my mind. I struggled with the binds, panic washing over me.
“Relax, Alice,” Marcus said softly, near my left ear. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
I felt his lips on my neck, soft, reassuring, felt him nibble lightly around my earlobe, felt his hands moving across my arms to my shoulders and down to my stomach, gentle hands, feather-like touches, and slowly my panic subsided and I stopped struggling.
“There you go,” Marcus said in the same soft tone, his voice feeling strangely hypnotic. “That’s it, just relax. I’m right here with you. I will never leave you, and you know I can never hurt you. You can still communicate with me. You can nod your head when you like something, or shake your head six times in a row if you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head.
“Good,” he said, and then he was quiet for some time.
“I’m just admiring your body,” Marcus finally said. “I know you can’t see me, but I’ve just removed my shorts, and I’m now standing completely naked in front of you. Here, I’ll let you feel me.”
I felt something hard and slightly slippery press against my inner thigh.
“There, that’s what you’re doing to me right now. You’ve gotten me hard again. In the short time we’ve known each other you’ve given me more hard-ons than anyone else. Nice bikini, by the way.”
Marcus pressed his hands against my breasts, squeezing them through my bikini top. He pulled one breast out of the cup, making me jerk when a wet tongue brushed against the nipple. He licked it nice and slow, taking his time, his other hand grabbing moving steadily down and coming to rest between my legs. He kept licking and sucking my nipple while a finger pressed down, stuffing the crotch area of my bikini bottom into my slit.
I moaned, the sensations he was causing in me amplified by my inability to see what was going on.
“As much as I love this bikini on you,” he said, “I’m afraid they’re gonna have to go.”
Fingers reached behind me, struggled with the knot there for a few seconds, then I felt my top drop away. The fingers moved to the strings around my waist, tugged on them, and my bikini bottom w
as gone, a cool, air-conditioned breeze swirling around my private parts.
“Much better,” Marcus said.
I heard a bit of scuffling, and then the sound of a powerful vibration cut through the stillness. Seconds later Marcus’ mouth latched back onto my breast, sucking on it deeply, and simultaneously I felt the vibrating wand press against my clit.
“Mmmm!” I said into my gag as my sensitive clit buzzed, my body suddenly tingling all over. My stomach tightened, my heart rate shot up, and I had my first orgasm, thrashing helplessly on the cross as my pussy and body spasmed.
Marcus pulled the wand away and moved his mouth to my other breast, sucking on it, licking it, and sending sweet pleasure bolt up and down my spine. The wand came back down on my clit, and within seconds I was orgasming again, screaming into the gag.
Marcus withdrew the wand just before the pleasure became unbearable, and I heard it shut off.
“Damn, Alice,” Marcus whispered, his voice sounding hoarse. “You’re fucking soaked.
And who’s fault is that? I lashed out at him in my head. I could feel a wetness trickling down the sides of my legs, confirming his observation, my clit and the entire pussy area still vibrating even without the device.
“I just want to do one more quick thing, and I’ll let you go.”
Thank god, I thought. My legs had been shaking uncontrollably and I couldn’t do anything about it. I felt a tongue slide up and down the entire length of my slit, and I shuddered again.
Marcus said it was going to be quick.
He lied.
He kept eating me for what seemed like hours, I swore. After the first few orgasms I lost count of how many I had. The pleasure waves just kept crashing into me one after another. Sweat poured down my face, cum mixed with saliva poured down my legs, and still he continued eating me, fingering me, sucking on my super sensitive clit. When I felt a finger play around the rim of my asshole before sinking all the way inside I completely lost it, my body spasming, buckling and shuddering on the wooden cross, the new set of orgasms feeling like they were exploding from somewhere deep inside of me.
Faintly, as if from a distance, I remembered Marcus taking off the blindfold and gag, untying me from the cross and carrying my writhing body to the bed on the other side of the room. He placed me down, spread my legs, and got on top of me, his arms wrapping around me, his kisses urgent.
With my body still on fire and trembling, and the orgasms hitting me nonstop, Marcus entered me, his huge cock sliding all the way in without much effort due to the amount of natural lubrication my drenched pussy had been producing. I moaned and screamed and grabbed his ass and commanded him to fuck me harder. His balls slapped into me over and over as he fucked me with everything he had, and when he finally exploded in me I was in such an elevated state of pure, white-hot lust I actually saw stars appear before me.
Marcus slumped beside me, his large frame convulsing from the effects of his own orgasm, his chest heaving as if he had run a marathon. I grabbed his still throbbing and sputtering cock, placed it in my mouth, and savored the sweet, fresh jizz as I sucked and cleaned up every bit of cum off him.
Only when I was done did I lay back on the bed next to him, and we both stared at the ceiling, listening to the sound of our own heavy breathing, my legs splayed across him, quivering, his warm semen still pouring out of my twitching pussy.
Epilogue
Alice
“Bye, daddy,” I said, hugging him. We were outside the door, giving our final send-off to dad.
“Be good, pumpkin,” Barry said. “Don’t give Marcus here a hard time, okay?”
“A hard time? Me?” I said with my innocent expression and tone of voice. “I never give him a hard time.”
“Good girl,” he said, messing with my hair before turning to Marcus.
“Well, buddy, I really wish I could stay longer, but I have a shit storm I have to deal with back home.”
“No worries,” Marcus said, shaking his hand. “Come back anytime.”
“For sure,” Barry said, looking around. “So where’s my ride?”
“I’m right here,” Candace said, walking past us wearing a striped blouse and short skirt. “Let’s go.” She held one hand up, showing us a key fob with the image of a horse embossed on it. “Taking the Ferrari, dad.”
“Hey!” Marcus said. “Who said you could take that?”
“Don’t worry, Barry’s with me. He’ll make sure I don’t do anything crazy. Right, Barry?”
“I’ll be watching her like a hawk,” Barry said, slinging his overnighter over his shoulder and following Candace to the garage. “Bye now.”
“Bye!” I said, then followed Marcus inside. I shut the door and turned to see him looking at me, a sly grin creeping up his handsome face.
“What?” I said, smiling.
“Hear that?”
I cocked my head. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly. That’s the sound of an empty house.”
“And what do you suppose we should do about it?” I said, stepping into his arms and giving him a big kiss.
“It’s too quiet. I think we should fill it with high-pitched moans and screams,” he said, grabbing my ass.
“You think?”
“Yeah.”
“And where do you suppose we should start? The gym? The kitchen? The pool? Or perhaps that dirty little dungeon you’ve been hiding from everyone?”
“How about on the dining room table? I feel like eating something moist and soft.”
“Ooh, I’ve got just the thing for you,” I said, giggling.
“You do?”
“Yup. Follow me!” I grabbed his hand and swayed it back and forth as we made our way to the dining area, my heart soaring, my loins pulsing in anticipation.
About the Author
In the mood for something decadent, delicious, and provocative? Meet Mia Madison, purveyor of Forbidden Fantasies Romance. Come in, sit back, and relax. The candles are lit, and the dancing shadows on the wall promise sexy, seductive tales of spine-tingling love, leading to a pleasure-drenched happy-ever-after.
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