Treasure Me

by Olivia Cunning

  having to tie her. This was an important step. She wasn’t sure if it was a huge step for him or a tiny one, but they were moving in the right direction. Maybe someday he’d let her make love to him or better yet, they’d make love together, but this time she let him have his way and held still because, frankly, he was good at this and if she shut off her thoughts and just let herself feel him, he awakened her body and heightened her senses to a pinnacle she’d never reached with any other man.

  “You feel so good,” he whispered.

  She nodded, concentrating hard on not rocking back to drive him deeper. She wanted him to feel comfortable—safe about taking her without ropes forcing her cooperation—but damn it was a challenge to hold still when every instinct told her to meet his strokes.

  His steady, deep thrusts took her up, up, up. She bit her lip, trying to hold back moans of pleasure, but it was futile. The rhythm was driving her closer to the edge. If he would just . . . oh . . .

  She was so far beyond her usual point of release that she was afraid to let go. If he’d give her clit the attention he usually showed it, she could come and be done with it. Hell, if he squeezed her nipple at this point, she’d likely explode. But no. The same deep and slow rhythm continued to drag her higher and higher. She needed release so bad that her pussy ached from being so swollen, so thoroughly fucked.

  “I can’t take much more,” she said.

  “You will.”

  She would, because his possession felt fucking amazing, but she really couldn’t take more. Oh God, please, just let me come. She hadn’t realized she’d begged out loud until he chuckled. Her whole body was so sensitive, his laughter sounded cruel.

  “I could let you come. Your clit must be driving you insane, because your pussy is unbelievably swollen and tight right now. You have no idea how good it feels to fuck you when you’re this turned on.”

  She had some idea. She squirmed, and even that slight change in contact had her gasping for air. Her hips began to rock on their own. She dug her fingers into the lid of the piano, trying to halt her mindless need to urge him into a faster pace, but once she started moving, she couldn’t stop. He met her strokes—faster, faster—and each time they came together, his cock bumped into her cervix, sending waves of pleasure deeper than he’d ever reached. A scream tore from her as everything inside her tightened to an unbearable degree and then exploded in mind-blowing waves of pleasure, ripping through her entire body. Hell, she felt her orgasm in her hair follicles and the soles of her feet. Every muscle was quivering, every pleasure sensor ignited. She was scarcely aware of Kellen’s encouraging words as he continued to pound into her, drawing her orgasm out as long as possible.

  “That’s it, baby, come. Give me all of it.” His breath caught, and he grabbed her hips to still her motion, but her mindless rocking couldn’t be stopped. “Shit,” he groaned, his fingers digging hard into her flesh. “Don’t move or I’m going to—”

  She smiled in satisfaction when he gave up a piece of his control and came inside her. The insides of her thighs were drenched with his cum and hers when he finally collapsed onto her back, breathing so hard she feared his lungs might explode.

  “I meant to stop,” he said breathlessly.

  She knew it was one of his promises to Sara—to never come inside a woman—and Dawn was sure he’d become all moody and morose over what he’d think was a betrayal and a mistake, but for Dawn, the cum trickling down her thigh was a victory and she savored it.

  “I’m glad you didn’t,” she said.

  He laughed and snuggled his face into her back. “Me too. That was amazing.”

  Happiness bubbled through her, and her smile spread so wide, her eyes watered. She blinked back tears, figuring he’d mistake her crying after sex as something negative.

  “I just wanted to tide you over until I could tie you properly.”

  Being slowly tied up—with all the treasuring intention she knew he’d show—was precisely what she needed at the moment.

  “Mmm,” she murmured. “I’d say you did a great job of tiding us both over.”

  “I’ve never licked my own cum out of a pussy before.”

  Her eyes widened, and she twisted to look over her shoulder. His face wore an odd look of contemplation.

  “I wonder how that tastes.”

  “Only one way to find out,” she said breathlessly.

  He grinned. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Dawn no longer resented the man’s unbreakable vows. As promised, he’d tied her in emotional knots on the inside and spent the next hours constructing a beautiful web of red, blue, and yellow knots on the outside. As she lay trembling in the aftermath of his sweet, satisfying torture, she could feel his knots so deep inside her that she knew she’d never be free of him.

  And she was perfectly okay with that.

  Chapter Seven

  Kellen lay beside Dawn, tossing stray bits of rope lying in disarray around her off the bed. He’d managed to maintain control for quite some time, but after touching her and tasting her for hours, he’d finally allowed himself to fuck her, and the ropes he’d so carefully secured around her long beautiful legs had gotten in his way, so he’d had to cut them. A shame really—after all that work—but he thought he might die if he didn’t get his dick into her at one point, so the scissors had made short work of his living sculpture, and her tight, molten pussy had been worth every snip of the rope.

  After he’d exploded inside her—filled her with more of his broken promises—he’d given himself a moment to catch his breath before starting the slow, attentive process of untying each remaining knot and working the blood flow back through her muscles and joints. She was completely sated.

  “Show me how to tie you now,” Dawn said, reaching for a long length of red rope that had bound her arms together from wrists to shoulder not long before.

  Okay, apparently she wasn’t completely sated.

  Kellen’s heart rate accelerated because, yes, he wanted her to tie him. Wanted to give her control as she had gifted him with hers. But wanting something and making that desire a reality were two very different things. Once he was at her mercy, he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to. He had no way of predicting how he’d react once he was bound and helpless. “It’s easier if I show you how on someone else first,” he said. “Maybe Owen will volunteer.”

  He was positive Owen would volunteer. Thinking about showing Dawn how to tie knots on Owen’s hard body had parts of Kellen growing hard again.

  “I can follow instructions,” she said. “Show me a few knots.”

  He sat beside her on the bed, took a black rope in his hands, and showed her how to tie several knots. She was a fast learner, much faster than he’d been. Her fingers worked the rope like magic, and watching her manipulate the knots on her thigh, which she was using for practice, was giving him far more than the courage to try being tied. It made him want it implicitly.

  “So maybe I should start with your legs,” she said. “That way if I do something wrong, your hands will be free and you can correct me.”

  His heart was thudding so hard, he thought it might burst in his chest, and even though he’d just come inside her, his cock was rigid with anticipation. “Good idea.”

  “Or I could tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts and have my way with you.”

  He found that idea less than inspiring. “Would you prefer I do that to you rather than take my time tying each knot in a way that treasures each inch of your body?”

  “Hell no, but I’m not sure I’m patient enough to give you the full experience before I get my own relief.”

  “It will be worth the wait.”

  She smiled and rolled her eyes to the heavens. “It always is.”

  He allowed her to position his body as she wanted it—flat on his back with his legs slightly splayed. He already felt vulnerable. Wasn’t sure why that feeling turned him on so much.

  “I
definitely want to feature that glorious erection you got going on there,” she said. When he laughed, she added, “But the rest of you deserves attention as well. Your thighs and hips and chest and arms. Your throat and ass and back.”

  “You have to pick a side. You won’t be able to reach it all unless I’m standing, and I don’t think that’s wise since I’ll likely fall when I zone out.”

  “That zoning out is almost my favorite part.”

  “Almost?”

  “The orgasm tops it,” she said. She pinched her thumb and forefinger together. “But just barely.”

  “I’ve never had an orgasm while tied. Toshi just left me there when he tied me up. But I remember dwelling on how much I needed to come until I was able to find that zone. Then the orgasm didn’t matter.”

  “Trust me,” she said, “it matters.”

  She settled on focusing her creative knots on his front side. “I’ll do your back next time.”

  He liked the sound of that. How amazing was it that she enjoyed the art of Shibari as much as he did. If they both became masters, there was no limit to the amount of pleasure they could share.

  “Now relax,” she murmured, settling into a kneeling position between his feet. “It’s my first time. It might take me a while.”

  He wriggled his toes as she settled the first knot at the sole of one foot. He directed her—a little to the right, down—until the knot hit his sweet spot. His toes curled under, and a sigh of pleasure erupted from him.

  “Right there,” she murmured, looping the end of the rope around his ankle to hold the knot in place.

  Her manipulation moved the knot slightly, so it was no longer centered over a pleasure point, but she patiently redid her work until it was perfect. She bent his knee into position and formed a crisscrossing suspension pattern between his shin and thigh. Her hands were like soft magic against his skin; the rope gave more solid, focused sensations wherever it tightened. He was painfully aware of how hard he was and how neglected his cock felt as she centered all her attention on his left leg. When she was satisfied with her work, she looked to him for approval.

  “Does that feel okay?”

  “Feels great.” His hand moved to his cock of its own accord. “Everything about you turns me on. Did you know that?”

  She lifted a brow at him. “Everything about me?”

  “At the moment? Yes, everything.”

  “I was going to do your other leg next, but if you’re going to cheat and touch yourself, I should probably work on your arms.”

  “Are you sure this is cheating?” He pulled his hand up and down his length slowly, shuddering as the intensity of his pleasure overwhelmed him.

  “Definitely cheating.” She leaned over his lap to draw the tip of his cock into her hot, wet mouth.

  His back arched in bliss as she sucked him gently, and he stroked his shaft in rapid strokes. He’d be coming in seconds at this rate, and so far all she’d done was tie one leg. She released her suction with a little popping sound and covered his hand with hers to still its motion.

  “That’s enough cheating.”

  She reached for the black rope he’d been using to teach her and looped it around his wrist. With a bit of careful manipulation and his complete cooperation, she tied his hand—palm flat against his hip—so that the V formed between his thumb and forefinger was inches from his now-throbbing cock.

  “This really makes me want to touch myself,” he murmured, taking his cock in his unbound hand.

  She pinched his nipple, which sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through his chest. “You’re cheating again.”

  “If you’d stop being so fucking sexy, I might be able to control myself.”

  “Well, that isn’t happening,” she said with a grin, “so I guess the ropes will have to keep you in line.”

  She tied his free hand down on the other side of his cock. The tips of his thumbs were just touching above it, but no amount of stretching would allow him to grasp his dick in his fist. She stared down at her first work of bondage.

  “That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she murmured, circling his cock with one hand. She lifted her chin and stared into his eyes as she stroked his length. His hands twitched, fingers curling as best they could in their helpless positions on either side of his arousal. He wanted nothing more than to cover her hands and make her jerk him off with the same firm tug that Owen used. Yeah, that was what he wanted right now, a strong grip yanking him quickly to orgasm. Dawn’s slow, gentle touch was driving him insane.

  “Harder,” he said, his voice harsh and strained as he tried to twist his body with one leg tied, and attempted rather gracelessly to thrust into her hand.

  “You need to give yourself over to me,” she said. “Allow me and the ropes to provide all of your pleasure.”

  She was right, but he struggled with the idea of relinquishing control and wasn’t sure why. He’d struggled with giving up control the first several times Toshi had tied him, and those experiences hadn’t had the added sexual component. All the arousal Kellen had felt with the Shibari master had been in his head. Kellen’s homoerotic fantasies of Toshi tying him and making him entirely helpless so he could fuck him had never come to fruition because the Shibari master had never wanted him in a sexual capacity. Toshi would never have used bondage to force anyone into doing something they didn’t want. But if Kellen had been fantasizing about being forced, it wasn’t truly rape. Or was it? There was a fuzzy gray line there, but it didn’t matter because his teacher had never crossed it.

  Kellen, however, had come dangerously close to crossing that line when he had Owen tied and at his mercy.

  Kellen shook his head, rejecting mental images of his friend tied and helpless, reminding himself that he was now the one in that position. He needed to calm the fire within himself quickly and focus on the moment, not on past experiences left unfulfilled. A woman had never tied him before, and he planned to enjoy every minute of her experimentation.

  If he could just manage to get out of his own head and his own way, he was sure the experience would be far more enjoyable and exciting than being dominated by a man. He wasn’t even attracted to men. Not usually.

  Kellen closed his eyes and shut off his mind, concentrating on sensation instead of unattainable fantasies. Dawn’s gentle touch was beguilingly pleasurable. The ropes around his wrists and waist, shin and thigh, and especially the knot against his instep delighted his nerve endings. A moan escaped his throat as he stopped fighting and started feeling.

  “That’s better,” Dawn murmured. Her breath warmed the head of his cock just before she took it into the satiny recesses of her mouth.

  He couldn’t help but rub the foot of his unbound leg against the tangled sheets as she stroked and sucked him. It was the one appendage not at her mercy, the one part of him that he had some control over, that and his neck he realized as he tossed his head back and forth, some stupid part of him still fighting for control.

  Without a word, Dawn released his cock, giving the opening at its tip a gentle probe with her tongue before reaching for another rope. She shifted position to work on his free leg, tying it the same way she’d tied the other one. He found his ankles tied together and his knees slightly bent, the angle supported by the suspending lengths of rope. If he pushed his knees closer together, he did have quite a bit of give in the ropes, but doing so tugged at his ankles painfully, so he went still and allowed the ropes to support him. He felt almost weightless. If not for the bed at his back, he could have been floating.

  “Not bad at all for your first piece of work,” he said to Dawn.

  She ignored his compliment and took a thin length of plastic twine into her hands. “I hope you’re feeling kinky,” she said with what he could only take as an evil grin.

  For a moment, his trust faltered. He was helpless; she could do anything to him. But then he decided he was willing to take whatever she dished out, so he said, “Do your worst,
baby.”

  She tied several small knots in one end of the stretchy twine, each about an inch apart. When she finished, she pressed the end-most knot into the underside of the base of his cock. Stretching the knotted twine up the bottom of his shaft, she positioned each knot along the ridge there until she reached the rim of his head, and then she began to wrap his cock with twine to hold those devastating knots in place. Fascinated, he watched as his entire cock was encased within the stretchy black cord until nothing but the head was visible. The tightness of her handiwork had him gasping for air. And those knots? They felt so good, they almost hurt. When she reached the base of his cock with the coiling twine and secured it in place, she met his eyes.

  “I hope you’re feeling exceptionally kinky,” she said.

  Kinkier than having his cock encased in twine?

  When she threaded three large beads onto the free end of her cord, he bit his lip. He’d bought those beads and the twine for her, but hadn’t gotten around to using them because he wanted his cock, rather than any object, inside her. He had a suspicion about where she was going to put those beads, but maybe he was giving her kink too much credit.

  The cord tightened against his balls, separating them to either side of the soft and pliable twine. He gasped at the added sensation, paralyzed with pleasure; his thoughts scattered and were no longer coherent. He then felt something hard and smooth against his ass, and if he hadn’t been tied, he’d likely have sprung off the bed.