Bound to Trust

by Jaci Burton

  "Relax, Marina. I will tell you every step of the way exactly what I'm going to do to you."

  He caressed her buttocks, smiling as she tightened at first, then relaxed when he began to gently knead the muscles. As soon as she was pliant, he smacked one of her cheeks with his hand. She tensed and squealed, more from surprise, he imagined, since he hadn't spanked her hard at all.

  "Don't make a sound or I'll put a gag in your mouth."

  She hissed, but made no further noises. Kaden continued to caress her buttocks, occasionally slapping them gently. Marina grew accustomed to his actions and was soon lifting her rear in anticipation of the spankings. His balls drew tight against his body. Touching her was so intensely pleasurable, more so than he'd ever imagined it would be. Her body was perfectly made for him. Not as skinny as so many of the Xartanian women. He wanted some flesh to touch, to squeeze, to sink his cock into a woman who had some substance. After all, how could he pleasure a woman who could break so easily? Marina had a very tough exterior, though underneath he sensed a frightened, insecure woman just waiting for the right man to dominate her, to show her pleasures she had only dreamed of.

  He would give her all that she needed, and more. His pleasure would be her pleasure. She had yet to understand that, but she would soon enough.

  "One of the things you will need to understand about a Dom and sub relationship is that you are not here to be humiliated or abused. There will be no torture, unless it's pleasurable to both of us. I will care for you, Marina, and when I take my pleasure from you, it will give you pleasure in kind."

  The skin of her buttocks had turned red, his palm prints clearly visible after several minutes of carefully applied swats. When he walked behind her, he noticed the moisture glistening along her sex.

  Marina had become aroused by the spanking, as he knew she would.

  "For example, when I spank you, your cunt gets wet, doesn't it?"

  She hesitated before answering with a quiet, "Yes."

  He spanked her hard. "Yes, Sire."

  She whimpered. "Yes...Sire."

  "It pleases me to lay my hand upon your sweet ass. I love the feel of your skin. It makes me hard, makes me want to fuck you. But it also pleasures you to feel the sting against your buttocks, doesn't it?"

  Again a small hesitation before answering, as if she fought telling him how she felt. "Yes."

  He raised his hand to swat her again, but before his hand came down, she spoke.

  "Sire."

  He didn't spank her, although he wondered if she deliberately disobeyed him because she enjoyed his hand swatting her ass. "Our relationship will be built upon trust. I trust you will follow my commands, and you trust that I will satisfy you in every way possible."

  When his hand connected with her ass cheeks again, this time a little harder, she shuddered, but not in pain. The scent of her desire filled the room, mixing with the sweet smell of the candles. It was truly intoxicating, and made waiting to thrust inside her even more difficult than he imagined.

  With a smile, Kaden reached into the drawer underneath the table, pulling forth an object he knew would enhance her senses.

  He laid his hand on the cleft between her reddened ass cheeks, but this time he caressed the hot flesh, slowly sliding his fingers along the line between her buttocks. He caressed her moistened sex, rewarded with her sharp inhalation.

  She was behaving. Other than her hard breathing, she hadn't spoken. Her acquiescence pleased him. He supposed because it seemed she wanted the same thing he did. He hadn't hurt her, would never hurt her, so she had to realize she had nothing to fear from him.

  "I'm going to put something inside your ass, Marina. You will enjoy this. The object starts out very small and thin. Then as your body grows accustomed to having the object inside you, it will expand to fit your contours, relying on my psychic commands to bring you the utmost enjoyment."

  First he would make sure she was sufficiently lubricated, doing so by petting her slit until she quivered under his questing fingers. More and more of her sweet nectar released. He used the moisture to lubricate her puckered hole, then slowly slid the object past her sphincter muscles, easing it in gently while her body grew accustomed to the invasion. The plug was thin, so would not cause Marina any distress.

  Later, it would expand to fit her. If he guessed correctly, she'd enjoy this game of punishment and reward.

  The only sound in the room was her panting breath as he slid the plug deeper inside her. He used his other hand to caress her clit, making sure she remained moist and aroused. When he had slipped it all the way inside her with only the wide, jelly-like platform remaining, he stepped in front of her.

  "Marina, I give you permission to speak. I want honest answers to my questions. Are you prepared to do that?"

  "Yes...Sire."

  He smiled, sensing her difficulty in adding that word when she addressed him. "Good. Do you like having the probe inside your ass?"

  "Yes, Sire." The word quivered as it left her throat.

  "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

  "No, Sire, I haven't."

  "Have you ever fucked yourself in the ass with a toy?"

  "Yes, Sire."

  Kaden grinned. A hot, sexual being who had never been with a man strong enough to give her what she needed.

  He stroked her skin as he moved alongside her, gently massaging the small of her back, testing her muscles to be sure she wasn't uncomfortable. He wanted her aware of the subservience of the position, but his plan wasn't to torture her. Trailing his fingers along the sides of her breasts, he smiled when she shivered.

  "Are you comfortable?"

  "Yes, Sire."

  He sent mental impulses to the emerald stones. She moaned in response to the tiny vibrations.

  "Do you like that?"

  "Yes, Sire."

  "Do you want more?"

  "Oh, yes, Sire."

  "Good. Because I'm going to give you more than you ever thought possible, Marina. Starting right now."

  Chapter Five

  A part of Marina hated that Kaden had turned her into a puddle of arousal. The part of her that was strong, dominant, capable of taking care of her own sexual needs, railed against being so obviously at his mercy. At the same time, this was an incredibly new and amazing experience, letting a man control her pleasure.

  And what pleasure it was. Whatever he'd slid into her ass was warming, vibrating and expanding. She'd never felt anything so incredibly arousing before. The spanking he'd rendered had only served to heighten her senses. The sharp, stinging pain had caused her pussy to throb expectantly.

  Now if he'd just fuck her with that magnificent cock, she'd be in heaven. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, and for how long, taking her to the point of orgasm and stopping just short. It was maddening. Hell, she'd behave herself if he'd just let her come.

  On Earth she'd be demanding right now, telling him exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Not being able to speak drove her crazy.

  Then again, she hadn't had to instruct him where to touch her, how to touch her, or what would bring her to the brink of orgasm. Kaden had known how without her having to utter a word.

  His hands moved over her, stroking her hair, teasing her lips with his fingertips, running his palms over her back and buttocks. Occasionally he'd swat her ass with his palm, the action causing the vibrating plug in her ass to heat and expand. It even had begun to move as if he was physically pulling it out and sliding it back in. Which couldn't be, since both his hands were occupied on other parts of her body.

  He seemed to be in no hurry, leisurely exploring every part of her, alternately stroking gently and using a stinging slap on her buttocks. It was enough to drive her to the brink of insanity, or at the very least the brink of what would no doubt be an amazing orgasm. If he'd only let it happen.

  "Kaden, I need to come."

  He stopped, and the plug in her anus began to retract.

  "Didn't I tell yo
u not to speak unless you were asked to do so? Did I not direct you to call me Sire?"

  "Yes, but--"

  She heard the door slide open, then close.

  Where the hell had he gone? And how could he leave her in this position? Her pussy quaked, hovering on the edge of orgasm. But the emeralds had ceased vibrating, the anal plug had deflated, and she couldn't touch herself.

  Dammit! She had no control here!

  She waited for him to return. And waited. And waited some more.

  It seemed like hours. Then again it could have been minutes. She straightened, her back stiffening from being bent over. The cuffs rubbed against her skin, irritating as hell. And the damn butt plug was still inside her. Although it wasn't doing her any good. She was still a throbbing mess of arousal with no way to climax.

  Was Kaden ever coming back? How could he have left her at such a critical moment?

  Panic began to set in. What if something happened to him? What if he was forced to give her up? Then what? She'd die before really submitting to a man.

  Suddenly the door slipped open and she let out a breath as Kaden strolled in.

  "Drop your gaze to the ground."

  Without thinking, she did as he asked.

  "You're being punished, Marina. Keep this in mind the next time you break the rules. You do not speak without permission. And you will come only when I say. If you ask to come, I will punish you. If you come without my permission, I will punish you harder next time."

  Fury boiled within her. She wanted to scream at him, to fling curse after curse at him, then drop a well-timed kick to his balls and watch him writhe on the ground.

  She hated having no control. Hated it, hated it, hated it!

  "Bend over."

  She complied, but she was well past any thought of desire for sex. Gritting her teeth, she was bound and determined to resist his touch. He'd get no pleasure from her today.

  He laid his hands on her again, his touch soft, kneading the muscles that had grown tired. When he pushed a long, arched table in front of her so that she could rest her back muscles, then lengthened the chains so her arms weren't above her head, she refused to think of it as an act of kindness.

  She refused to acknowledge the arousal that once again grew within her as he leisurely explored her body. That wasn't a quiver of excitement when he caressed her slit, nor was that her moaning when he slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

  "You're wet."

  No point in acknowledging that statement as it was quite obvious from the cream dripping down her thighs.

  Damn him!

  And the butt plug had started to grow and vibrate within her again.

  "Remember, Marina, don't speak unless I give you permission. I'd hate to take you to the brink again, only to stop and leave you wanting."

  Long past the point of irritation at his threats, she took them more as sensual promise now, a wondering of what would come next. Would he fuck her now? Would he lean over and press that hard body of his against hers, thrust his cock deep into her throbbing pussy and end the torment?

  "Look up at me, Marina."

  He walked to the chair across from this contraption she was lying over and sat in a cushioned chair, spreading his legs and watching her. With every rake of his heated gaze over her body, the object in her ass warmed, vibrated and moved within her. Marina couldn't hold back the whimpers of need any longer.

  She met his gaze head on, knowing she couldn't say the words, but offering pleading thoughts. Please, I need to come.

  His only response was an enigmatic smile. His gaze roamed over her, and in response, the dangling emerald at her clit sent vibrating impulses, causing her legs to tense as she rode out the delicious sensations. At any moment she knew she'd climax, yet every time she was right there, the vibrations ended, the pseudo-cock inside her ass deflating a bit.

  This was the most frustrating experience of her life. And Kaden was causing it.

  At least he appeared tortured as well. His cock stood rigid, the colorful tattooed waves clearly visible along his engorged shaft. Was he just going to sit there and stare at her, tormenting them both? Every nerve ending in her body screamed for completion.

  "Tell me what you want, Marina."

  "I need to come, Sire." She hated spitting that word out, but right now she'd do anything.

  One corner of his mouth curved, showing that dimple. "I love it when you beg for me, Marina. I'll have to make you do it more often. Your voice has a raspy quality to it that I can feel inside me."

  Then do something! Touch me, lick me, fuck me. Make me come, dammit!

  Of course, he hadn't heard her mental pleas. Instead, he palmed his shaft and stroked it from base to tip, only exasperating her further. Marina licked her now dry lips, desperately thirsty for a taste of him. Hell, she could probably come from sucking his dick. But he didn't move, instead kept his gaze locked on hers as he circled the dark head with his thumb. Moisture glistened on the tip and he used that to lubricate his fingers.

  When he spread his legs wider, his balls were visible. Tight, hard, and she knew they'd be hot. She pumped her ass up and down on the table, envisioning that hard cock buried deep inside her, so deep his balls would smack her clit, sending her right over the edge.

  She wouldn't beg him to fuck her. It hadn't taken her long to learn this game and she knew that, at least in this, she could not win. At his mercy whether she liked it or not, she had to play along.

  After a few minutes of watching Kaden thrust his cock through his enclosed hand, she began to move against the cushioned table, rubbing her swollen clit against the slick surface.

  "Don't come Marina," he warned. "You really don't want to go through this kind of torment again, do you? I can guarantee, next time it will last much longer, and won't be nearly as pleasurable."

  Goddamit! What did a girl have to do to get an orgasm around here?

  As Kaden's hand movements increased, she forgot all about seeking her own pleasure. Transfixed on watching the way his jaw tightened, the muscles of his upper arm corded and bunched with the effort of his quick strokes. With his free hand he reached down and grabbed his balls, massaging them gently. The scent of his sex permeated the air around her and only heightened her already turbulent arousal.

  She wanted to beg him to fuck her, to let her suck the cream from his cock, or to feel the heat of his liquid desire as he came all over her buttocks. She wanted him close to her when he came, not so far away, not where she couldn't feel him, taste him, experience the pleasure he'd denied her so far.

  Sweat beaded on his upper chest as he thrust his hips up, propelling the shaft inside his tightly clenched fist. His nipples were hard knots and Marina could almost feel them between her lips. Would he come harder if she sucked his nipples?

  There were so many things she wanted to ask him to do, to beg him to do, and yet she remained mute, watching this erotic show he put on for her, unable to do anything but lie there and wish it were any other way but this.

  Finally, he stood and approached her, never once halting the rhythm of his stroking hand. The shaft inside her ass began to swell, the emerald charms hummed. Kaden stopped at her head, lifting her chin and bending toward her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She drank from his mouth greedily, hungry for his touch, his taste.

  "Where do you want it?" he asked, his voice strained.

  "Let me taste you, Sire" she said, knowing she'd make it good for him. She didn't understand this need to give him pleasure when he'd so determinedly denied hers, yet she wanted his orgasm almost more than she wanted her own.

  "Open your mouth, Marina," he whispered. "I want to watch my come spurt into your mouth."

  She squeezed her buttocks as the plug inside her swelled and vibrated.

  "But you can't come. Do you understand, Marina? You do not have my permission to come."

  Past the point of caring, she nodded and opened her mouth, presenting him with her tongue.

  He leaned in a
nd rested his free hand on her back, then grasped his shaft and pumped hard and fast. Marina inhaled the crisp scent of his desire, reaching out with her tongue and capturing the drops of fluid beading on the tip of his cock.

  Kaden groaned and for the first time since this began, Marina felt like she controlled the situation. Even tied up and unable to move or give herself an orgasm, she had the control right now. Kaden's pleasure was up to her. She lapped furiously at the head of his cock, rewarded when the first spurt of his orgasm shot onto her waiting tongue.

  Focusing her gaze on Kaden, she watched him scrunch up his face and open his mouth, letting out a roar as a hot spray of white come shot into her waiting mouth. She licked and swallowed as his climax rushed through him, taking in every drop of his flavor until there was nothing left to give.

  The room went silent with the exception of Kaden's panting breaths. Sweat poured from his body, the drops spilling onto her back. When he recovered enough to move, he released her bonds, removed the plug from her ass, and gently pulled her upright.

  Her legs wobbled and if he hadn't been holding onto her, she'd have fallen. Her nipples stood out like sharp points, her pussy throbbing with an ache that seemed to grow in intensity with every passing second.

  Now, surely, it was her turn.

  Releasing the chains holding her, he drew her to the center of the room and pulled her close, kissing her in a way that made her tremble all over. His mastery over her body was an amazing thing to her. No man knew her as well as Kaden did. And he really didn't know her at all.

  His eyes were dark pools of amber, his mouth firmly set. A slight tic danced alongside the dimple next to his lips. Tension emanated from him and she knew exactly how he felt.

  He waited. He wanted. What she could give him. His erection brushed her sex, sending sparks of furious arousal coursing through her.

  "Touch me."

  Until he uttered the words, she hadn't realized she'd been waiting for his command. She reached for his shaft, twining her fingers around its steely length. Velvet strength greeted her, his cock pulsing against the palm of her hand. She squeezed and drew her hand along the rigid contours, sliding her thumb over the soft head. A drop of clear fluid spilled from the tip and she swiped it away with her finger, drawing his sweet taste into her mouth.