Knots

by Chanse Lowell

  She rested her palms on his chest. “You’re sure? Tia said that was a big deal to some Doms.”

  “It is for some. If or when you feel ready to try some wax or fire play, we’ll definitely have to remove hair from the area we’ll be playing with. For now, I’m fine with it being either way. Having my tongue on your pussy often is what matters most to me, not making you uncomfortable if you don’t like waxing.” He swallowed and watched her facial expression intently. “It can be alarming for some women to go bare and be spread open for her lover to see all of her. That can take some adjustment, and since you and I are barely starting out, I understand completely why you’re hesitant.” He paused, then gave her a possessive look. “And I really don’t like the idea of anybody else seeing that gorgeous pussy except me, so, yeah, just keep it trimmed.”

  “Thank you for listening to me.” Her eyes averted for a moment, and she flushed. “I’m completely ready now to do this your way and submit to you, but sometimes I’ll need some space until I feel really comfortable in the relationship.” Her chest squeezed over speaking this honestly about such sensitive topics. It was odd, but somehow she’d never felt so free before.

  “That’s all I can ask. You’ll have your own room, and anytime you need space, you can lock the door, and I won’t come in.”

  She grinned. “You entered while I was showering just this morning, and I’m fairly certain I locked the door, Sir.”

  “That you did, but I knew something was wrong, and I was worried.”

  Her face pinched, and her head angled back. “Then how am I supposed to feel secure and know you won’t enter if I lock it?”

  “You need to tell me briefly that you’re okay but need some time to yourself. As long as I know you’re okay, then I’ll back off. I won’t ever leave you alone if I know you’re hurting and need me, but are too afraid to ask for me to be there for you. You’re not used to asking for help, and I knew that about you, so I stepped in so I could assess where you were at. I wouldn’t be a good Dom if I’m not doing everything in my power to make sure you’re okay.” He cupped her cheeks. “We good?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “This is when you can use safewords like ‘green,’ to let me know we can proceed. ‘Green’ means you’re good and keep going, ‘yellow’ means slow down, something’s not quite right, and ‘red’ means stop. So, tell me, Jeanie . . . What color are you right now?”

  “Green. Definitely.”

  “Thank God.” He swallowed, and his eyes lit up. “Come on. I wanna play with you, and you need it.”

  He helped her up, and she waited for direction.

  “Wait for me, naked in my room.” He motioned his head toward the hallway. “Stand at the foot of the bed.”

  She hesitated for a second, opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but closed it instead.

  “That’s my beautiful girl. I’ll take good care of you,” he said, pointing to where he expected her to go.

  Oh God, her legs actually weakened as she roamed back to his bedroom.

  She was doing this. She actually gave him the green light to do something—or hell, maybe everything that was on that list.

  One month. She’d signed it and said that was fine. She’d still get to know him, but already they’d be getting physical. No more waiting—and thank God, because she didn’t think she could last much longer without feeling his naked body on hers again.

  But in her heart, she already knew—not nearly long enough.

  That thought scared her more than the idea of any whip, flogger or chains ever could.

  Once she was in the sanctity of his room that smelled exactly like him, she inhaled a few times, letting it overrun her senses.

  She closed her eyes and removed her shirt. The cold air pelted her at once since his ceiling fan was on.

  The white noise of it helped to soothe her nerves as well.

  Her panties she took a little longer to remove because once those were off, she wondered if she’d even know who she was anymore.

  He wasn’t even in the room, yet it crackled with this electricity in the air. The anticipation of his touch—his touch the way he wanted it to be—painted every breath, every move she took.

  It was like being watched or followed, but in an exciting way. Like playing chase, only she wanted to be caught.

  She wanted him to tackle her, pin her to the ground and show her how much he wanted her.

  “I love watching you, Jeanie.” His voice traveled from the doorway. “I doubt you realize how often I’ve watched you over the years, but I never tire of it. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

  She turned slowly toward him. “And you’ve known a lot of very sensual, beautiful women, right?”

  “I have. But probably not as many as you think.” He stepped into the room, fully dressed in his jeans and tee shirt stretched tight over his finely toned chest. His eyes roamed over her from head to toe. “And not one of them was nearly as captivating as you are. Fuck—it’s alarming how bone deep I feel it whenever you’re around.”

  Her face heated at the hungry stare he was giving her. “I feel the same with you, Sir. I always knew when you were nearby without even looking, and even though I naturally was compelled to be near you, I ran the other way.”

  “That’s because you didn’t want to be unfaithful.” He stalked toward her, his movements predatory but never frightening. “Another thing I’ve always admired about you. It was your way of being a good wife, and I’m sure Pono never even knew you were keeping a safe distance from me. I doubt he noticed how often I was watching you across the room.”

  “He didn’t know at all. He was oblivious to anything other than the food and drinks in the room—even me.” All of Tia’s words flooded her mind about Pono and her previous interactions with Mark.

  “A blind man.” Mark stepped closer to her and whispered his index finger across her right shoulder. “Such a shame he didn’t know how to fully appreciate you.” He leaned in and inhaled at her hair. “But I do . . . I won’t let any of you go to waste, including here.” His finger dropped to her butt cheek. He cupped it.

  Her ass clenched. “I . . . I don’t know what to say to that.”

  “You say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and you lean over so I can see you. Inspection starts now.”

  “Now?” Her voice shook and went up about an octave.

  “Yes. Bend. I want to see every opening to every fucking gorgeous orifice you have.” He grabbed her by the hips, turned her around, then he sat down on the edge of the bed with her buttocks directly in front of his face.

  “Oh, God . . .” She dropped her voice. Wouldn’t the smell about kill him this close up? They’d just gone dancing and got all sweaty.

  “Now . . . or do we need to learn about discipline so soon?” There was a sound of delight tinkling in his voice.

  Shit. “I . . .”

  “Jeanie, I want to know every piece of you, including your asshole. Now spread, lean and thank me for wanting you in a way you’ve been dying to have your whole life.”

  She swallowed, doubled over, grabbed her ankles and closed her eyes.

  “Very nice . . . Sweet little puckered anus—all for me. It’ll welcome my cock soon.” His fingers spread her cheeks further open. He leaned in and licked a line from her clit to the top of her crack.

  Oh fuck . . . It was naughty. It was erotic. It was making her drip.

  “You like that. I know, little girl. I can tell by the way you’re breathing and by how your cunt’s trembling.” He stroked his index finger over her asshole—the one he’d run across her shoulder a few minutes ago. “Tell me what color you are before we proceed.”

  “Green, I think.” Or maybe yellow? Her head was all over the place due to nerves. What was the right answer?

  “You think? There is no think. You can only be one color. Which one is it?” He exhaled, and it felt like her spine was being crushed.

  “Green. Yes, Sir, green.” Her stomach
clenched.

  What would this mean? Would he do more to her ass?

  “Open your mouth wide and turn your head toward me.”

  She stopped breathing, stopped thinking and did as he asked.

  “As wide as you can go, sweetheart.”

  Her jaw loosened and she went wider until it ached a little.

  “My, what a good little girl I have.”

  His fingers were inside her mouth a moment later, probing all over.

  It was strangely hot as hell.

  “Inspection’s over.” He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and patted her inner right thigh.

  “Did I pass?” she sassed.

  Smaaaack!

  A solid slap landed on her left butt cheek.

  “I think I may need to bind you already.”

  She squeaked, and he chuckled.

  “And, yes, you did pass, for the most part.”

  “What did I do wrong?” She slid her hands up to her knees.

  “I want those hairs shorter. They’re okay where they’re at, but I don’t want anything getting in the way. I’ll let you borrow my beard trimmer tomorrow. Until I have time to go buy you your own, you’ll use it every three days. Keep it short.”

  “God, why does that sound so dirty?”

  He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down into his lap, effectively getting her out of that stooped over position.

  “Because you know why I want those hairs short—it’s so I can explore, use toys on you, and see my come all over your clit and inner lips, shining with my love for you. That’s why it sounds dirty and forbidden. Every time I come from now on, I want to fucking see it. I want to know I put it there. I’ll be touching it after, playing in my come that’s drenching you. And I’ll be taking pictures so I can see it over and over and over again.”

  She gulped and her stomach knotted violently. “You won’t show anyone, will you, Sir?”

  He laughed and rubbed his nose on her shoulder. “Fuck no—little one. I want that all for me and my viewing pleasure. I don’t share you. With. Anyone. That’s my pussy. You don’t even get to touch it anymore other than washing it unless it’s under my command. Clear?”

  She sighed, but still . . . Pictures of her most private areas, swollen and glistening with his semen? Holy shit! How would she ever survive this man?

  “Yes, Sir. I can do that.” She turned to him and was barely able to look him in the eye. She wanted to ask some more questions, but was unsure if that was acceptable or not.

  “When our time together is over, I’ll give them to you if you don’t want me to keep them, and you can do whatever you want with them. We can put it in the contract if you like, but I’m taking pictures—lots of them. Unless you make that a hard limit?” His right brow rose in question.

  “No . . . Not a hard limit, but I’m not sure I wanna see them after you take them. It might make me sick to my stomach.” She stuck out her tongue a little and pretended to gag.

  “Too cute.” He gripped her chin, turned her lips to his and he took them.

  Before she knew it, she was drowning in his powerful lips and tongue, and he had her pinned down on the bed.

  He stopped kissing her abruptly, and her head swam.

  Swwiiiip.

  Swwiiiip.

  Straps were being pulled out from under his mattress, and her wrists were already bound.

  “Oh fuuuuck!” She yanked for a second to see how secure they were. Oh, this was real. This was happening.

  She wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Ready for the ankles?”

  “Only if you promise me you don’t keep knives under your mattress as well and intend to pull one of those out.”

  He frowned and ran his hands down her calves. “I don’t do knife play. Did you see that on my hard limits list?”

  “Only teasing, Sir.” She looked away.

  “I know, but for now, I don’t want you making statements like that. It tells me you don’t fully trust me, and while I’m fine with earning your trust, I don’t want you undermining it. Know that your safety is always highest on my priority list when I’m playing with you. I won’t endanger you, just fuck you onto your knees every chance I get.” His eyes softened. “You’re not an experiment for me. You’re my life—my entire mindset revolves around you, little one. The sooner you grasp that, the sooner you’ll be able to really give in to me.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I’ll be better about how I . . .” She choked off the words as emotions bubbled up. My God. She was his life? What did that even mean?

  “What is it? Did I upset you?” He stroked her leg that was closest to him.

  His eyes were focused energy, consuming her every breath and thought. It was hard to know what to do or say. How to explain this?

  “It’s not that. I just . . . I use sarcasm as a coping mechanism when I’m nervous. I don’t know how I’m going to shut that off. I want to trust you—I do, but I’ve never done these things before, so I actually kind of like the idea of being gagged. Then I won’t be spouting off stupid shit at inopportune times. I won’t have to worry my filter’s gone, and that I’ve ruined the moment.” She blinked hard, hoping it would knock some sense back into her.

  “While I like your idea in some ways—for tonight, you need to be able to communicate with me openly.” He sat next to her and ran circles around her navel with two fingers. His eyes followed his hand. “And I might want to shoot my come in your mouth anyway. Need you as fucking dirty as I am, and as soon as possible, little girl.”

  “Well, what should I do then? I’m already worrying I’ll say something wrong, Sir.”

  He nodded. “Here’s what I want you to do. When you feel the need to say something biting or funny, I want you to hum instead. In the back of your throat. It’ll choke off your words, tune me out a little and give you a moment to regroup.”

  Not only did her eyes light up, but her entire body did, too. “I love that idea, Mark. God, you’re . . .” Tears surfaced in her eyes. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always seem to know what I need.”

  “That’s because I know you, my sweet thing. I know enough about you to see you get caught up in your mind. So, to free your head—we’re gonna train your body. Starting now.” He pulled out a strap at the lower end of the mattress and hooked it around her left ankle. He slipped a finger inside to test it. “Is it too snug?”

  “Actually, I’d like to have it tighter,” she replied.

  “Not today. I want it comfortable, not constricting.” He smiled. “But I do love your enthusiasm, and it’s obvious you love being tightly bound. Don’t worry, angel. I’ll have you pinned down with my body weight in no time, and you won’t be able to move at all. That means I can paint your fucking sexy body all over with my come—anywhere I choose. And there are so many places on you, begging for my come.” His eyes glinted with all sorts of bad boy hints of devious delights.

  His words had her toes curling. Her mouth dropped open as if painting a nice target for his trigger-ready cock.

  He did the same to her other ankle—checking each cuff again by slipping a finger inside, running it around and asking for another verbal confirmation that they weren’t too tight and that they were comfortable.

  A moment later, he was up off the bed, heading to his dresser and opening a drawer.

  He pulled out a flogger.

  “This is the way I kiss your skin,” he said, teasing it over her nipples, “before I hose it down with all my come. Pink and white. Fuck—love those colors on you. And this is going to be the best you’ve ever looked with your skin all flushed and coated with me. Can’t wait to see it—to take pictures of it. More fucking beautiful than ever. And that’s saying something since there’s no one on this goddamn earth as stunning and breathtaking as you.”

  She gasped when it roamed down over her pussy.

  “This is how you know I’m watching you.” Swaaat! He flicked it at her mons.

  Her legs tensed.

&n
bsp; “And that I know what you like. Because you love having me lavish attention on your tits, but more so on your pussy. Your sweet, wet pussy I want to devour. I had that brief lick, a little taste, but it wasn’t enough. I have to have more. Pink and throbbing—that pussy’s gonna throb uncontrollably, and you’ll give me what I want, sweet thing. You’ll give me all I ask for,” he said, voice thick with lust.

  She licked her lips.

  “You’re dying to bend and be molded by my strong hands. Fuck—been waiting to do this to you forever!” He growled so low and deep, she could see his abs contracting in waves beneath this shirt.

  Shit, she was already throbbing based solely off his words.

  She lifted her head to glance down at her own groin directly after. Was she already leaking on his bedspread? Shit. Shit. Shit! Was this allowed? Should they have put a towel underneath her?

  “Already worrying?” He chuckled.

  He moved back over to the dresser, picked up a remote and turned on his iPhone docking station. Music came on—soft, sweet, and yet with a driving beat.

  It was like nothing she’d ever heard before. It was definitely dubstep, but there was a violin taking over.

  Such a strange but potent combination. Kind of like them?

  They shouldn’t really mesh, not really, but somehow they fit perfectly.

  “Listen to the music. Think about drifting away as I show you how much I love you.” His right hand rested on her left shoulder and then . . .

  Swaaaat.

  Swaaaat.

  Swaaat! Swaaat-swat!

  Blows were raining down on her, never in the same spot, and her back tried to arch, but it was hard to move with the restraints.

  He released his hand off her shoulder, and then this rhythmic slapping took place—on her pussy, on her breasts, across her abdomen, thighs and shins.

  “That’s it. Pink. Girl. I want more. I want it all. Pink. Raw. And begging.” His breath pelted her as he leaned over and looked ready to bite into her flesh.

  He went back to flogging her again.

  The order of each strike was always random, so there was no way to anticipate where he’d strike next, but each one felt amazing.