“Years, Cece. I didn’t lie when I told you I had my dad take pictures of you when we were little. Life just got in the way until now.”
“Killian. I want this to happen. I want this to be our life. But we’re both Doms, and we’re both pretty entrenched in the lifestyle. I don’t think I can give up my shibari or my spot at Imperial. There’s a certain meditation I get from being able to do it. I—”
Killian intruded on her words. “You want me, yes?”
“Yes.”
“You want all the trappings with me, as well? Marriage, house, kids, vacations, picnics, cars, dinner parties?”
“Of course.”
He cut her off before she could add the ‘but’ he heard in her tone. “And you want to still be a part of the lifestyle?”
Cece nodded.
“So do I. So why are you frightened of this?”
“How…do we work it? How do I remain faithful to you when I’m surrounded by sex? When sex is an implicit part of the lifestyle.”
“Boundaries. Rules. Communication. Trust.” He squeezed her hand. “I can’t and won’t sub for you every day. I don’t expect that you’ll do the same for me. Our needs are bigger than that. I’m okay with polyamory, but we need to be honest about it. If something we’re involved in is going to mean sex, then we have to tell the other. Certain things should avoid sex. I know you love to include sex in your rope play, but maybe think about changing that up and saving that climax for me. Maybe consider having me hiding nearby so we can fuck your potential frustration away before it can form. And I know there is no sex on site at Imperial—I can wait in the car.”
“I’ve never done it in the car.”
“See? More adventures. But if it’s a session where the sex is implicit, just be open with me. I will do the same. I’m a trainer at Wanderer’s End—there is a lot of hands on and dick in requirements. I would always tell you. I would never hold back. In fact, there are times when I might even ask you to join.”
Cece felt a shiver through her body. “You…would do that?”
Killian raised an eyebrow. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.” Cece glanced at him to find a smirk on his face. “I also have clients who would love to be tied up and watch us.” She saw Killian’s skin pebble. “Is that a yes?”
“I adore watching and being watched.”
“You can be John Smith, too. That would add a layer to the mystery for the client.”
“Shit. That sounds amazing.”
Cece grinned. “We really are both incredibly kinky fuckers, aren’t we?”
Killian looked around, then in a quick move pulled her off the trail, through a thicket, and into a little clearing surrounded on all sides by high thick shrub. Cece giggled and punched him in the arm carefully as he dropped the backpack to the ground.
“We are very kinky fuckers.” Wrapping his arms around her waist, Killian pulled her in close. “And we both love it.”
He closed the distance between them, and his tongue stole into her mouth. The dance with his lips sent electricity through her, tingling and tripping down her skin. When he had stolen enough of her breath, he pulled back a bit. “Tie me up and fuck me, Cece. Not the Domme you, but Cece. The woman who walked in here with me.”
Cece tried to school her smile, but being able to rope him and just enjoy him, unfettered, sounded magnificent. “Is that what’s in the bag?”
“Among other things.”
“I’m intrigued.”
Stepping away to kneel down, Killian unzipped the bag. He pulled out an old quilt, unfolded it, and laid it on the soft, fresh spring grass just in front of the tree that sheltered the little cove. He glanced up with devious, sexual grin and pulled out a bundle of rope. “Japanese silk, I think you prefer.”
Cece knelt down on the quilt. “I prefer whatever mood you’re in. Silk, hemp, jute, sisal… Sisal always leaves a nice pattern and has a pinch of pain with it.”
“Dirty woman.” Killian zipped the bag back up after removing two bottles of water. “I want to see your knots on my skin, Cece.”
Cece nodded. “But I’m not doing a full tie. We’ll work on sensation and intricacy.” She pulled his shirt over his head and folded it to one side. With the utmost care, she took his arm and flipped it over so the soft skin of his forearm was up. With the slightest touch, she ran her fingers over the downy hairs and enjoyed the smooth, unblemished skin. “Your skin is a marvelous canvas, Killian. I love the feel, the look of it.”
He watched her fingers with rapt interest. Cece touched and teased one arm, then did the same to the other, and she could see the excitement in his eyes. Grabbing the rope, she unwound it and set it up the way she liked to use it.
Slipping the rope up his arm, she wrapped it around the delightfully well-defined bicep and secured it with a twist. She took one side of the rope and did the same thing to his other arms, pausing to enjoy the toned muscle there, and brought it and the other strand around to his back.
A twisted fastening in the back secured the rope there, and Cece brought the ropes up on either side of his neck, secured them above his heart, then pulled his arms together, laying one on top of the other.
“Mm,” Killian said. “Tight.”
“It’s going to get tighter,” Cece said. “I know you like that.”
“I do.” He nodded.
Cece began an intricate braided wrap around his arms: over, under, flip, twist, turn, repeat. The first few of the weaves were slow and careful; she’d never let him see her working before and the feel of his eyes following her fingers as they worked was in no way unpleasant. But after just five or six repetitions, Cece let her fingers take over and she wrapped his arms tight and fast. Her hands danced with the pattern she was creating, and before she knew it, she’d fallen into her zone and all she knew was the soft ‘suss’ of rope and the touch of silk on skin.
Cece reached the end almost too soon and secured the rope carefully at the knot above his chest.
Somehow, Killian managed to pull her close, and he slammed his mouth over hers, a hot, lustful kiss dominating her lips, tongue, stealing her breath. Cece responded in kind, letting all the desire the ropes and patterns brought up in her pour into him.
With a few directed pushes, Cece moved Killian against the trunk of the tree and while they moved, she unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. “Oh, you cheeky bastard, you’re commando.”
“Why waste them when I knew what I wanted to happen?”
Cece slipped her pants down and off and tossed them to the side. “I’m going to wear more skirts around you.”
“As long as you give up panties too.”
She invited his tongue into her mouth and delighted in the taste of him, the feel of him there. She ran her hands down his shoulders and down to his nipples, pulling and pinching them. She slipped over him to end up straddling him, and Cece bent down and nibbled on his well-defined pecs and licked her way down to his abs.
The whole time her mouth was busy with his skin, her hand made its way down to his thick, heavy shaft. She made sure that he was well clear of his pants and pumped her hand up and down the willing length.
Killian groaned. “Jesus Christ, Cece. Just sit on it already. Ride me.”
She drew her tongue up his torso and bit at one of his nipples. The groan he let out was music to her ears, and she nibbled her way up to his ear. “You know that’s topping from the bottom.”
He nipped at her lip. “We’re not in a scene. And if I weren’t tied up, I’d show you topping from the bottom.”
“I like you rebellious.”
“Slide your pussy onto my dick, mo chroí, or I’ll paddle you.”
“Threat or promise?”
Killian growled her at.
She smirked. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
Adjusting her position and grabbing his hard cock, she sank down on him, sliding his impressive girth into her slick and waiting pussy. They both gr
oaned in delight at the sensation, filled and complete.
“Shit.” Killian hissed through his teeth. “You are the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me, Cece. Move for me, mo chroí. Move, make me really feel you.”
Cece started a slow, rocking rhythm over him, dragging his cock over her clit in long strokes. She couldn’t get over the fact that he was hers to keep, hers to dominate, hers to submit to. His hard shaft was hers to ride, to fantasize about. There was nothing about this little stolen interlude that wasn’t exactly as she wanted it. Her thoughts of all the filthy things they could do together made her pick up her speed and change the direction that her pussy swallowed and released his dick.
“I want to see your tits, Cece. Please. Let me nibble on them.”
Unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing, she unclasped the bra in the next moment and managed to get it off and onto the pile of discarded clothes. Almost before she could drop the clothes, Killian’s mouth found her nipple, and his wicked tongue started teasing her.
The sensation made her change her rhythm—and made her speed up. She put her hands on his shoulders and added a bounce a moment later.
Killian pulled his lips away from his feast for just a moment. “This isn’t a scene, Cece. Just fuck me and come when you’re ready.”
“I want to feel you splash your cum in my pussy, Kay.” Cece closed her eyes and rode him hard. “I want you to fuck me every day. I want everything with you.”
Killian had closed his eyes and was consumed by both her motions over his cock and sucking, worshipping each of her beaded peaks. He teased and bit and sucked each one, making Cece gasp and cry out as she moved. She wanted to come so badly and wanted to make him come even more.
“Cece.” He managed to breathe her name. “I’m going to come. Don’t you stop. You make my dick feel so good.”
She managed to add a little squeeze to motion, holding his shaft tight inside her. He moaned her name and dropped his head back. He turned her name and “yes, fuck me” into a mantra.
Cece pulled and pushed his cock in and out, pressing it against her clit, shooting the feeling of consuming lust and desire through her. She let herself ride the feelings, forcing them higher and higher as she ground down on him harder and faster.
The connection between them, not just the physical but the deeper, almost mystical link that joined their spirits was undeniable, pulling at both of them, twisting their souls together, twining and knotting them, brought them higher and higher. The uncontrollable feeling of climax consumed them, and at the same time, the waves of ecstasy crashed down. Cece was breathless, coming hard, chanting his name as she felt Killian’s cum release inside her. He panted, her name rolling off his tongue with each thrust of his hips into her willing sex.
Unconsciously, Cece started unwinding the ropes. Her fingers danced over the ropes, guided by the memory of having done this hundreds of times before. It felt like a meditation, letting her cool down from the tremendous orgasm they shared.
“Cece.” Killian’s voice was quiet, sated. “Your touch is so soft.”
She leaned in and kissed him. “Now it is. I can make it hard again.”
“I think you already are.”
Cece laughed softly. “That’s why I love you.”
Killian hummed a moment, seeming to just take pleasure in her hands unwinding the ropes. His eyes were heavy with both satisfaction and want, but he just let himself enjoy. “You love me.” His voice was quiet.
“I do. I have for a while.”
“Good. Because I love you too.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He watched her fingers again, the sound of the forest around filling the silence. “Cece?”
“Yes, Kay?”
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you this, but I’m going to just do it. I want to collar you. And want you to collar me.”
Cece didn’t answer right away. It was a huge commitment to be collared, not quite marriage—because it was easy enough to uncollar—but the implications of collaring a Dom were hard to fathom.
“You don’t want to…”
“It’s not that at all.” Cece carefully coiled the rope a little more to make it easier to handle. “I’m probably over thinking this. The idea of a collared Dom…” She shook her head. “But then again, it’s our relationship. Our kink is no one else’s. If we choose to show we’re submissive to each other, whose business is that?” She unwound the ropes a little more, thinking a bit. “Kay, you said that you could never wear a collar.”
“I wouldn’t wear a traditional one. I’d wear cuffs.”
Cece traced the impressions the ropes left on his arms. Braided and twisted they followed all around, disappearing under the remaining rope. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
He nodded. “I have. Since the moment I first saw you standing in the door of Club Imperial. The first time you bound me.” He smiled at the memory. “Damn, that hard-on hurt. I wanted to rip that mask off and fuck you so much.”
“Never at Imperial.”
Killian nodded. “I respect Franz too much. That didn’t stop me from thinking about it. Or you. Or my collar around your beautiful throat.”
Cece unbound the last of the ropes, coiling them carefully and securing them so they wouldn’t unwind. She deliberately took her time, trying to come up with a no when every fiber of her being was saying yes. When her heart was saying yes, and her head just couldn’t be convinced.
She pressed a little kiss to his forehead. “Yes, Killian. I’ll wear your collar. And you’ll wear my cuffs.” She took his hand and traced the lines that the ropes had impressed there, fascinated by the intricate patterns they made.
He used the arm she wasn’t holding to pull her close and gently nibble on the skin of her neck. “Would mo chroí reject a small collaring ceremony?”
“Is that what you would like?” She felt him nod, enjoying his feast. “Then, yes. So everyone can see that we belong together.”
Killian hummed against her skin. “Then I’ll take you away and have my filthy, dirty way with you. And the very next day, you can tie me up completely.”
His cock, which had never really completely left her sex after he’d come, twitched. Cece squeezed him a few times with her pussy, and he started to grow hard again.
Killian wrapped his arms around her, pressing her into him, and knelt up. Cece yelped, startled at his strength, then laughed as he laid her back on the blanket, his dick never leaving her.
And this time, there was no power play, no dominance or submission from either of them. Killian took his time, long and slow, making love to her in that little, secret clearing, free of judgment and retribution.
It took him hours to show her how much he loved her. And hours more for Cece to show him.
Chapter Sixteen
Emmy pulled the zipper up and helped Cece adjust everything.
“This is probably the most insane and wonderful thing I have ever heard of two people doing.”
Cece laughed. “Maybe it is. But we’re kind of insane and it’s wonderful.”
“That we all are.” Emmy moved to stand in front of Cece. “Shit, woman. That is a dress.”
“This is a suggestion!” Cece laughed and pulled everything around again. “But this is a collaring ceremony in a training house. So that I’m wearing clothes at all is monumental.”
Emmy laughed and Cece considered her a moment.
“Have you ever considered collaring Nathaniel?”
“I thought about it. But then he proposed, and I didn’t feel like we would ever need it. Mostly that’s for us in the lifestyle, and Nathaniel is not in the lifestyle. He just likes the bedroom. He wouldn’t be comfortable with it.” Emmy cocked her head. “Have you thought about marrying Killian?”
“Oh, hell yes,” Cece said. “Once this is all over, and Paul and I have dissolved everything, we’re going to work on that.”
There was a knock on the door and
Darien was standing there. “Ready, Mistress? Oh, damn, Cece.”
He walked into the room and circled her once. The dress she was wearing was a floor-length dress in a powerful red color. The slit went all the way up her leg, up her hip to the waist. The waist was a gathered belt of the same material as the dress, in black. The back went all the way up to her neck, but the front was merely two broad straps that went over her shoulders, down over her breasts, and down into the waist. And that was it. As soon as Cece had seen the dress on the rack, she’d hoped it fit. It was perfect.
“Cece, he’s gonna be lucky if he’s not instantly hard when he sees this.”
“He’s going to be dead if he’s not hard.” Emmy laughed.
“Everyone ready down there?”
Darien nodded. “I came up to tell you. Mistress, Killian has wanted you for years. I told him that his John Smith ruse was going to get people into trouble. But I can’t even tell you how happy I am the two of you have found each other. Killian is a good man.”
“He’s more than good,” Cece answered. She smiled. “He’s mine, I’m his. Let’s do this.”
Darien motioned to the stairs outside the room and led the way down. Emmy was right behind her as they walked down. Cece hadn’t felt this excited in months. Everything was just right with this, and she would be able to show the world she belonged to Killian. Even before she could say yes to his proposal.
She found him standing at the bar as she entered the room, dressed in a pristine suit with pinstripes, a crisp red shirt that matched her dress, and a black-on-black tie. Cece wanted to peel it off him, little by little, licking each exposed bit of skin.
Smiling, she moved to stand next to him at the bar. “Hey, sexy.”
Killian’s eyes were fixed on her, drinking her in, staring. “Christ, Cece. All that creamy, soft flesh.” He cringed for just a moment; she knew that his dick was now crushing itself again his fly.
She leaned in. “I made sure that the dress would let me ride you without taking it off.”
He shook his head. “You are damn devil, woman.”
“Come on. Let’s do this. I want to see how dexterous I am in this dress before we have to go to the party.”
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