Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories

by Sierra Cartwright

  “You two, out.” He pointed in the direction of the balcony. Over their apologies, like sorry, dude and hey, she invited us in, he evicted them. They ambled down the embankment, laughing.

  He found her in the kitchen still, hands on her hips, frowning.

  “You are rude! They were nice people.”

  “They were Aaron and Julia?”

  She nodded.

  “They are a pair of drug addicts who regularly clog up that park bench with their leftover crap, including needles. You want those kids who were playing out there getting stuck? They could get AIDs and so on. Hepatitis. It’s not pretty. They aren’t safe for you to be around. Don’t invite them in again.”

  “Very well. It is your house, sir.” She bowed. Not a mock bow, a real one that perplexed him. “I am sorry I upset you.”

  “Good –”

  “But.” She waggled a finger. “You must learn to trust me. I know this. They are good people. They don’t leave needles. They pick them up, take them away, and I want to help them.”

  “You do, huh?” He shook his head, contemplating what she’d said. What else should he expect? She had angel genes or whatever. Do-gooder seemed her default status.

  “They aren’t bad, Adam. I can tell when people are bad. If you were bad, I wouldn’t stay with you.”

  Huh. She didn’t know him that well. “You don’t –”

  “I do.” She damn scowled at him then and put her hands on her hips.

  One feisty angel.

  He held up his palms. “Okay. I’m okay with that if you’re careful. Just don’t bring them in here.”

  “I promise. I won’t. No more.”

  He smiled, awed by her yet again. “When I say careful, I mean don’t get in a situation alone with them where they could hurt you.”

  “I don’t think they can hurt me.”

  That was entirely possible. He had no idea as to what or who could hurt her. She seemed human, though. He went to her, slid his hand into the hair at her nape, and kissed her forehead. “I hope you’re right.”

  “I am.”

  He stepped away to retrieve his bag.

  “Adam, you say sex is never a sin.”

  He looked back. “No. It’s not.”

  “Never?”

  “As long as it’s between consenting adults, it’s fine.” He walked to her, amused at how red her cheeks had become.

  “It troubles me.”

  “Why?” Drawn to her, as he always was, he ran a finger beneath the strap of her dress. “Man and man, woman and woman, man plus woman, whatever. People can do what they want to each other.”

  “And yet, you avoid me.”

  He flicked his gaze to her face. That little central frown line marked between her eyes.

  “I think maybe you lie, Adam.”

  Not what you said to a Dom. His mouth stiffened. “I think you need more spanking. I’m not lying.”

  “Pfft. And no, you won’t spank me, that leads to sex, and you wouldn’t want that.” She shrugged. “Or I think it does. I don’t have enough uhhh facts, to be sure. Besides, I am worried.” Her frown line deepened. “If you are wrong, I have committed sin.”

  He let the strap snap onto her shoulder. “No sin.”

  “Then why are you afraid to fuck me?”

  Cave man emotions battled in his head. Here he was being all chivalrous and shit, and she provoked him like this?

  “I fear nothing. Point a gun at my head and I’ll take you on. Are you trying to make me fuck you? Because it’s likely to make me do the opposite.”

  Her eyes were fixed on him as if he’d sprouted horns, which he might have. He was grumbling and had leaned over her, until it forced her to lean back a little or bump heads.

  “I am sorry. Truly, I don’t know if I need penance for my sin of having sex or for something else that I don’t understand.”

  Were her eyes watery with tears?

  “It’s not a damn...” Exasperated he stopped and tried to muddle through what she was saying. If he didn’t have sex with her, her logic said it meant it was sin? How? He groaned and scrubbed his hand through his hair. “You’re messing with my head.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

  “Stop saying sorry.”

  His anger faded before he dared to say more. He thought some more, and yeah, he was afraid, of what he might do to her. “You want me, my spankings and all?”

  “Maybe.” She eyed him, then the front of his shirt, then her fingers where she had them tangled up and fidgeting at her waist. “Not if it’s a...”

  He made an exasperated noise. “I want you so much it hurts, Ahnyil. I’d possibly walk across cooked frogs to get to you.”

  “Ewww.”

  “I wanted to spare you because you seem too innocent even for me and believe me, I never thought I would say that.” He nudged up her chin with his knuckle. “I wasn’t going to touch you, except for kissing, little things I couldn’t resist.”

  Ahnyil’s little snort was cute. “But you have been touching me lots.”

  “I know. Because you’re adorable.” Then he closed the gap between them. He squashed her to the counter with his bulk and rode his thigh up between hers, smiling at her gasp.

  It seemed as if she needed reinforcement of concept, so he squeezed his thigh onto her pussy while he spoke. “It’s not a sin. Say it two times, then I will do what I want to you.”

  She gasped again and her teeth held her bottom lip. “You are cruel man. Umm. Let me try. It’s not a sin?”

  “Better than that. One more. Let me hear your belief.” Her breasts were doing that enticing heaving they did when she breathed hard, or ran, or pretty much anything. He’d been resisting them for days, so he took the opportunity and pulled both her dress and her bra straps down low until her tits were on display. “Pretty. Why have I resisted getting you naked? Speak. Again.”

  Bemused at the sight, he ran his finger in a smooth circle around her right areola, watching as it crinkled.

  “Sex is not a sin.” Then she shut her eyes.

  “You are naughty, my little Ahnyil. You said I lied. I don’t think I can do more to you until I’ve punished you for saying I lied.”

  “Oh.” Her eyes opened partway. She added, shakily, “Please?”

  “Please punish or please fuck?”

  She only blinked at him.

  “Hmmm.”

  Maybe the two of them were fated to be together?

  Maybe he was falling in love as well as in lust with her. She had more good in her little finger than he had in his whole body.

  He wouldn’t say any of that out loud, because this seemed fairytale territory and saying it might tempt...fate.

  His libido soared. He’d given himself permission to fuck her, to do what he wanted to her, and this time he wasn’t going to hold back, unless she safeworded.

  Which reminded him.

  “You know, Ahnyil, that I may want to hurt you, sometimes?”

  “I think, so far, I like your hurts?”

  “Maybe not always.” He had days when his subs safeworded. “You get to pick a word. A safeword. Not no. Not something you might accidentally say.”

  “Armageddon.”

  Did the room quake?

  He paused to listen. Nothing.

  “Uhhh. Not that one.” The associations with that word and a fallen angel made him shudder. “Try another.” He took her breast within his hand and just held it, loving how he had her under his control. He moved in against her again, pressing, just to see her breathe harder.

  She wanted this as much as he did.

  “I know word. Gabriel.”

  “Uh. No.”

  “Fluffy bunnikins?”

  “Hell, no. How about red?”

  “Red.” She stared down at his hand on her breast and gulped. “That...is okay for me.”

  “Good. Red it is.” Apt, considering he wanted to make her ass that color. “Now turn around and bend over.”
r />   “Like...this?”

  Then she turned and leaned on the counter top, bending low so her dress rode up, exposing a hint of red underwear, then more. Her upper body hugged the counter. The crotch of her panties was on full display. He could see the dip where the cloth rode up into her slit and it was a darker red.

  “I can see you’re wet for me.”

  “I am, Adam?” She smirked.

  “Very.”

  Shoving aside her panties and putting his cock into her now would mean no punishment and he wanted to savor the process, wanted to get her slowly more and more aroused. It was worth holding himself back.

  She swayed her butt, just an inch or so.

  Did she tease him? Was this why she was an ex-angel?

  He rolled his shoulders, nearly ready to snort like a bull.

  For a second, he ducked his head then he stepped forward, carefully lifted her dress and folded the skirt up until it lay on her back. Though petite, her panties were in the way. He shifted them down until they were bunched at the crease where thigh met ass, exposing her sweet, and yes, very wet slit. He loved the peekaboo effect, as if he was seeing her most secret place by accident.

  Once he had her panties pulled down and arranged to his satisfaction, he grabbed a handful of her roughly shorn blond hair, and dragged back her head. Her eyes brightened and he kissed her on her rose-colored lips, once.

  In the nearby drawer, he rummaged one-handed and found a wooden spoon, then a spatula, and he placed them beside her.

  “Let’s see how pretty and red I can make your rear end.”

  He noted a little up-and-down movement she did with her feet, then he picked up the spoon and raised it.

  “One.”

  His fifteen smacks of varying force, from light to instant bruise, had her whining and gasping, and her ass was no longer pristine but a landscape of bright red and light purple circles and spots. Nice.

  He tightened his fist-hold as he studied what he’d done, smiling at her whimper, then he released her, feeling her hair run across his palm as she turned her head.

  “Are you finished?” she whispered. A tear or two had run down her cheek.

  “Yes. It’s done. You’re crying?”

  Ahnyil sniffed. “Only because it feels good. Pain makes me feel real.” She looked up at him. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually here.”

  Damn. That had almost made his heart stop. It scared him, to think of losing her.

  “You are here, Ahnyil. I’m here. You’re here.” He squeezed one cheek of her ass and was fascinated by her shudder. “If you need pain to make you feel real, I can do that, but what I do next should do that too.”

  Because he could see how fragile she was, for once, he decided to describe what he would do. Besides, she was a novice. If she baulked at anything, he could change it.

  He spoke quietly.

  “I’m going to tie your hands at your back then put you up here, sitting on the countertop. Then I’m going to show you what a man’s tongue feels like on your pussy.”

  “Your tongue,” she asked, incredulous. “On me down there?”

  “I might use my teeth too, just to keep you guessing.”

  Now that made her eyes go big and she breathed out an, “Ohhh.”

  He grinned. If she safeworded this, he’d be very surprised.

  Chapter Four

  He did as he’d said he would.

  “Stay there.”

  She stayed, her cheek to the cool countertop, her eyelashes brushing the surface when she closed her eyes, with her throbbing ass still mostly naked and available for him to touch, while he tied her hands at her back with a dishcloth. A shivery sensation ran through her, from her pussy to her bare breasts. Adam undressed her, untying the straps and sliding her dress down her body, undoing her bra, then cursing and cutting the straps with a knife. She’d shrugged when he’d muttered about cost.

  Everything had gone except for her panties and he hoisted her up so she sat atop the counter. After he reminded her to do so, she spread her legs and kept them there.

  “Good girl.”

  With those dark eyes of his, he examined her. She imagined they were as dark a brown as one could get in a human. Adam was human. He thought she was not. That was odd. Scary. She’d rather be someone like him. His tousled black hair and thick eyebrows complemented those eyes. Dark as sin, she’d heard him say about something, well...that was him. And he drew her like a magnet. Yet sin was bad and she was sure he was not.

  If he was, she wouldn’t love him so.

  Love was one of those things she figured you had or you had not.

  If it meant wanting to be with someone, always, until the end of time, this might be it.

  She was unsure as to why he should tie her hands, until he began to bite her. She couldn’t stop him, no matter how she tried to wriggle, and that made everything spiral out of her control. He bit her neck, the sides of her breasts, her nipples, even her toes, which really made her squeal. Then he centered some alarming bites on the insides of her thighs.

  When he had her squeaking and panting like a mad thing, he raised his head and said, “Enough.” The man grinned.

  She scowled back, noting all the semi circles left by his teeth on her thighs, breasts, and stomach.

  “You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to do more damage.”

  That made her shiver. More might be frightening. She did feel pain. It hurt then it became something else as well as the hurting. Then it hurt, same as her bottom still throbbed from the application of the spoon.

  When he voiced his threat, her clit had seemed to swell and now she had to resist squirming. With him standing between her legs, he might recall his idea about biting her there.

  She wanted to try more, some day, but not now.

  Adam was the Magician of Pain, she decided.

  “Spread your legs more,” he rasped, then he waited.

  Her female parts were down there and that made her feel vulnerable, now that she knew what he could do with her there, but after a few seconds of staring back, she opened her legs more.

  “Thank you. I like to see what’s mine.”

  “I’m yours?”

  “Oh yes, you are.”

  “Oh.” His certainty knocked her off center.

  “You like that?” He observed her, calm and very male.

  “Do the men of this world like to keep women? To own them?”

  “Some do. With consent. Some without. That’s called slavery and isn’t for me. Do you like me owning you?”

  “You seem so sure you own me but I didn’t say yes.”

  “Do you like it?” He persisted, placing his hands on her thighs and holding them. Such fierceness in his question. It made her aware how much he liked the idea.

  Thinking, she put her tongue to her lip then she smiled. “Yes. I do like this.” Being his satisfied something inside her, made her feel realer than even pain did.

  “Good. Then you are mine.”

  Then he went to one knee. After pulling her panties aside, he drew a finger along the seam of her pussy and leaned in. His tongue tapped her clitoris and she coughed and sucked in air, shocked by the jolt of pleasure.

  “Adam!”

  “Hmmm? What have we here?” Using the fingers of both hands, he found the inner edges of her pussy lips and stretched her there, opening her up, while he curled his tongue over her clit.

  Her head flopped back. “Oh fuck.” She sighed.

  “You swore? Tsk.”

  She had. Didn’t care. “Fuck.” She sighed again.

  That warm, slippery tongue circling her, toying with that tiny part of her body.

  Within seconds she was moaning, within a minute she had her head back even farther as her whole body curved, and she bumped at the slatted louvres behind her. Wriggling, pushing herself forward, she strove to get his tongue on her harder, just...just there.

  “More,” she sobbed.

  His tongue stopped moving and he lif
ted away. She was so close, so close, to what she recognized as an orgasm that she whined and stared down at him.

  “You about to come?”

  “Mm-hmmm.”

  “Not yet. You can hold on a bit longer.”

  Her second whine only made him smile, but he reapplied that amazing tongue and wormed a finger up inside her too. He brought her to the shuddery, panting, writhing, brink of ecstasy again then stopped.

  Pleading only made him grin. With her hands bound, she was at his mercy. She pouted. She begged again.

  Nothing made him relent.

  Clamping her thighs on him resulted in him tying her ankles to cupboard handles. The handles seemed flimsy. She threatened to yank them loose only to get threatened with no orgasm in return.

  “Be good,” he said, kissing her while handling her breasts. Then he squeezed her nipples, flat. Her mouth fell open and he kissed her again, harder this time. “You have such a pretty cunt when you’re all stirred up. Be still. Be good.”

  He backed away. The whole predicament took on a surreal air and she realized she liked this, liked this intensely, and liked knowing he wanted to look at her.

  He drank a glass of water while studying her predicament. Just that was enough to keep her on edge. She could tell how swollen she was and when moisture welled from her opening. But she waited, with her legs open and her hands fastened at her back.

  “Let’s try this again,” he murmured.

  He started slow and gentle, by simply stroking her clit with the tip of his finger while he stood, watching her response. She trembled, ached. This was far too slow, but she’d learned and she didn’t protest, apart from closing her eyes and feeling.

  By the time he placed his whole mouth over her and sucked on her clit, she was a sweaty and shaking mess. She gulped and blanked out as she hit the climax, with her thighs again trying to clamp onto him despite the restraints.

  To her embarrassment, once she’d calmed a little, he brought his slick fingers to her lips and made her suck on two of them. Those had been inside her.

  “This is so dirty,” she said, screwing up her nose. “Making me do that.”

  “And that makes it so hot to watch you take them in. To obey me even though you think it’s dirty. You have no idea how dirty I can get though.” He winked and slid them into her mouth a second time. “You screamed, a little.” He raised both eyebrows and withdrew his fingers, now wet from her mouth too. “Dirtier and more screaming. My future plans.”