by KB Alan
The food was good and she was kind of bored, so she kept with it, and ate the rest. She didn’t feel like crawling back to the couch right away, but sitting on the floor with the plug up her ass wasn’t really fun, so she went back.
She didn’t want to knit, so she climbed onto the couch and lay down with her head on Noah’s lap. She could take a nap and be super rested for whatever he had planned for the night. She could pull out a yarn ball and throw it at Noah. But then he’d throw it and she would have to chase it, which wasn’t happening on hands and knees. She could scratch him. She could nuzzle his cock. The idea was enticing but…weird. She just kept getting trapped between the act-like-an-animal thing and the have-sex thing, and even though she knew lots of people made it work and enjoyed the hell out of it, somehow her brain was not letting those two acts come together.
She sighed and glanced up to find Noah watching her. She showed him three fingers.
“Not loving it, huh?”
She shook her head.
Chapter Seventeen
Noah wasn’t surprised Natalie was ready to stop the kitten play. When she’d shied away from him petting her breasts, he’d guessed sexing up the kitty wasn’t going to work for her. He just had to decide if she was okay to move to another scene, or if she needed a break.
“All right. I’m proud of you, you gave it good effort, but you let me know it wasn’t working. Lift your head up.” He unlaced the hood and pulled it over her face.
She rubbed her hands over her cheeks and forehead.
He slid the beads on the nipple clamps down and pulled them off. When he unbuckled her collar, her face fell. He leaned over and kissed her nose. “Go to the bathroom, take off your tail and clean it, do whatever else you need to do, then take your position by the door.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She sprang up off the couch and headed for the bathroom.
He went to the bedroom and considered his supplies, then switched between bags until he had what he wanted readily accessible. He used the bathroom himself and checked that she’d cleaned everything up. Of course she had.
He knelt in front of her and put on the collar with chest harness. He used clips to attach the wrist cuffs to the front loop on the collar, so that her hands were clasped under her chin. He smoothed her hair back into a ponytail and studied her.
Her eyes were bright and eager, her breaths even. Ready and waiting, but excited with just a touch of nerves. He’d almost brought the leash, but it wasn’t really his thing and hadn’t seemed to excite her, either. “Come with me, Petal.”
He waited until she was standing, then led the way to the bedroom. “Up on the bed. Sideways so your head is on one side and your feet are hanging over the other,” he ordered. It took her a minute to sit and scoot herself into place without the use of her hands.
She lay back and looked around until she could see where he stood at the foot of the bed. He had a strap in his hand, but she didn’t look past his face.
“Good girl.” He went behind her head, slid his arms under her shoulders and pulled her toward him a little more so that her neck was at the edge of the bed. She drew in a breath but didn’t make a sound.
“For this scene, you can speak however you like,” he decided. “Although there are definitely people out on the lake, so I’d go easy on the screams if I were you.” He winked at her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He grabbed two straps out of his bag and moved to her feet. Taking one, he bent her knee so that her foot was flat on the mattress, at the edge of the bed. He widened her leg out until it was maybe just a touch beyond comfortable for her. Then he attached a clip and brought the end of the strap to the headboard. Adjusting the length, he attached it and checked the tension. He attached her other leg to the footboard. He stood between her legs and watched the flush rise up her neck, but she didn’t say anything.
He went back to his bag and retrieved the thigh cuffs, put them on her, and attached them to the headboard and footboard with additional tethers. He hadn’t planned it, but adaptation was key and her breathing was getting more shallow with every piece of bondage. Good thing he’d brought a lot of straps. And that the headboard and footboard had the iron pattern for lots of attachment options.
He got his longest strap and found the middle, then eased it under her hips, crossed it over her front and attached each end to the bed frame. Then he tightened them until the strap was snug. Her eyes were dilated now, though he’d only touched her perfunctorily. Beautiful.
Two more straps were left so he looped one around the leg of the footboard, down at the floor, and brought the clip to the ring on the back of her collar. Then did the same around the headboard leg. Her mouth was open with her panting now, her head secured over the side of the bed, with very little movement available to her.
He double-checked the collar against her throat, ran his fingers along her arms and breasts, checking her temperature and the tightness of all the straps.
Going back to the bag, he pulled out a vibrating dildo. It was silicone and rainbow colored, which he’d found amusing. It had both a clit stimulator and a thrusting action on the main shaft, which he was pretty sure Natalie would appreciate.
His grin might have been a bit evil as he brought it around for her to see. “Open wide, Petal.” He brought the toy to her lips. “Get it nice and wet for me.”
She put her tongue out and he ran the head over her tongue, then the first part of the shaft. He eased it between her lips. She sucked it in eagerly, and he let her play with it while he watched her carefully. Her color was good and her neck was supported, but he wouldn’t keep her like this for too long.
He eased the dildo in farther, twisted it around to let her get it nice and wet, then pulled it free. He moved to the other side of the bed and teased her clit while he thumbed open the cap on the lube. He drizzled the gel over the head and shaft, twirling it to get it covered. Maybe overkill after her careful attention, but better safe than sorry.
He turned on the vibrating function of the shaft and teased it around her opening. Her hips and legs tried to move, but there was no give in the straps. He heard a rattle and saw she was trying to lift her head to see, but quickly gave up. He eased the vibrator into her an inch and stopped.
She moaned. He took his time, easing it in and out, until it was fully seated, which brought the clit stimulator to the perfect spot. Her hips were twitching but he positioned the little tickler into place and pushed the button.
“Oh, crap,” she said.
He laughed. “Indeed.”
He had the bondage tape at the ready, but the device seemed secure where it was. Of course, he hadn’t hit the last button yet. Couldn’t hurt, he decided, and used some tape to secure the toy in place. Then he turned on the thrusting motion.
“Ahhhhh.”
He walked back around to her head. Her eyes were wide, but got even wider when she saw him unbutton his shorts. She licked her lips and shuddered.
“Is this too much?” he teased. “Will you be too full?”
“No, Sir. Please fill my mouth. Please, Sir.”
He eased his shaft between her begging lips and had to fight back a shudder of his own.
Natalie couldn’t think. She was just a mess of sensations as the little beast between her legs vibrated and thrust inside her, and covered her clit with tingles. She was fully trapped, unable to move an inch, could only stay where Noah had put her, do what Noah allowed her to do. She was just thankful he’d allowed her to suck him.
He was hard and smooth and filled her up in this position, sliding to the back of her throat. She managed to swallow and wanted to shout in triumph when he groaned. She couldn’t do much, could barely pulse her tongue against him, but he moved in and out of her, taking what he wanted. Taking her.
The action at her pussy and clit suddenly overtook her and she screamed around his cock, thankful he’d already given her permission to come because she was absolutely certain she wouldn’
t have been able to stop it, no matter how much she may have wanted to.
He didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate, just let her scream around his cock as he fucked her throat. What he did do was lean over her and pinch her nipples. Not super hard, but in combination with everything else, she screamed again.
“Ah, that’s nice,” he said, though his voice sounded strained to her ears.
He slowed his movements, a pace that was in contrast to the quiet frenzy happening at her pussy. His fingers traced her cheekbones, her chin, her ears.
She fluttered her tongue against him as best she could, so fucking happy when his fingers tightened on her earlobe in reaction. His thrusts got a little jerky and sped up. Her toes tightened as she tried, this time, to fight another orgasm. Somehow he knew, and he squeezed her breasts.
“Come for me again, Petal. I want to watch one more time, like this.”
She had no choice, with those words. Could only do as he commanded and let the fire burst through her whole body as he continued to fuck in and out of her mouth. She screamed, but it was more hoarse this time. He pulled from between her lips and she tried to hold on, suck him in. She wanted to taste his release. But he clearly had other plans.
He reached under her and unclipped the straps holding the ring at the back of her neck. He unclipped the strap that went around her hips as he made his way around to the other side of the bed and put his hands on her hips, slid her up slowly so that her head was fully supported, her knees more bent than before.
He unwrapped the tape holding the toy inside her, and turned it off. A minute ago, all she’d wanted was to feel him ejaculate down her throat, but now she could barely stand to wait as he rolled a condom on, knelt up on the bed and slid into her in a single hard thrust. She lifted her hips to meet him, the tiny bit she was able.
Although he didn’t vibrate, he felt so much better than the silicone. He braced his hands beside her face, so that the only point of contact between them was his dick and her pussy. Her fingers reached for him, but it was impossible with her wrists locked to her throat.
He slid in and out, watching her. She watched him back, his half-lidded eyes, his strong shoulders, the hair on his chest, which came so close to touching her breasts.
“I want to touch you, Sir. Feel you.”
“Are you not feeling me?” he asked, sliding in again. “I feel you. Hot and wet and holding me tight.”
She pulled her feet against the straps, trying to close her legs against his hips, but there wasn’t nearly enough give.
“I want to feel more of you.” Her fingers stretched toward his chest.
“Don’t you feel me?” he asked again, his voice starting to sound strained. “Don’t you feel me holding your ankles tight, right where I want them? Holding your wrists secure? Wrapped around your throat so I can feel your every breath?”
Her mind simply grayed out at his words, as the points of contact he described seared into her skin and she felt them anew, felt his hold on her in all those places. “Yesss.”
“I like being able to touch so many places at once. I like holding your wrists even if I’m on the other side of the room.”
God, how did his words make her clit pulse like that? “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. You feel so good.”
His continued thrusts picked up speed, just a bit. He swiveled his hips, and she gasped. He lowered his mouth and teased his lips just above hers, almost but not quite touching. Finally he kissed her, light and teasing, flicking his tongue inside her and lifting his head if she tried to chase him. She held herself still and he returned, playing with her lips and mouth like he had all the time in the world to enjoy this.
Part of her agreed, she wanted to stay like this all night. But part of her wanted to see him come, see him lose himself inside her.
His breathing was getting harsher, his thrusts a little less smooth. She squeezed her inner muscles and his breath hitched. His eyes were closed now and one hand moved into her hair, gripping it with just a hint of pain. She watched his neck arch, his lips part. His hips froze and he came with a long groan.
He lowered his body to hers, his heavy warmth enveloping her. She sighed, content to lay there all night if he wanted. Well, okay, that was a lie, she’d rather be able to wrap her arms around him.
He rested for a few minutes, then pulled free from her and knelt up. He unhooked the straps from her ankles and thighs and dropped back down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and rolling so that he was on his back and she was lying on top of him. He unhooked her wrist cuffs from her collar, and unbuckled the collar and the strap under her breasts, pulling it out from between them. Left with only the wrist, ankle and thigh cuffs, that weren’t attached to anything, she snuggled down into him, her fingers playing with his soft hair.
Chapter Eighteen
They roused after a bit of a doze and she put on her robe and went to get a glass of ice water, which he promptly stole from her, downing nearly half. She figured he’d earned it and got another glass.
“Want to play cards?” he asked. “Or watch a movie? Or would you like to get some knitting done?”
“I love card games.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “How competitive are you?”
He laughed. “I see you’ve played with Alec before. I’m not like that, I promise. I enjoy playing, and I enjoy winning, but I’m not invested in the game.”
“It suddenly occurred to me that not wanting to lose was a Dom kind of thing,” she said as she grabbed the deck of cards from the bookshelf that held several games. “I’ve only played with him a few times, and it can get intense.”
He smirked. “If you’re not wearing my collar, I won’t order you to lose to me. Or act like a prat if you win.”
“All right. How about crazy eights to start?”
She dealt the first round and was pleased that they both stuck to light-hearted teasing and grumbling. After a couple of rounds, they switched to speed, which had them laughing as their adrenaline spiked, causing her to accidentally fling a card three feet in the air. When they switched to poker, she watched him, but couldn’t figure out any of his tells. Hm, she’d have to study him a bit more.
When they got up to make dinner, he held a hand out and hauled her up from the floor, then twirled her in a circle.
“I remember watching you dancing at Alec’s wedding,” she told him as they moved into the kitchen. “Have you had lessons?”
“Just my mom teaching me enough not to embarrass myself at prom. You?”
“No. Annalise and I practiced before that wedding, and I danced with her dad and Alec and I was concentrating so hard. Alec made me laugh so I’d forget to be nervous.”
“We should take a class. Could be fun.”
Pleasure washed through her, and she shot him a grin as she handed him the meat and veggies from the fridge. “Could be.”
She spiced the ground beef and formed patties while he sliced onion and tomato. When the burgers were ready, she put on shorts and a t-shirt and they took the food out to the porch to sit in the Adirondack chairs. The burgers were slightly overcooked, but the view, the atmosphere and the company couldn’t be beat.
“Tell me what you think about the weekend.”
She glanced over and found he’d put his plate down on the ground and turned slightly to watch her.
“I think it will be wild to go back and read the journal from Friday. In some ways it feels like we’ve been here for ages, and I’m not the person I was when I got in your car. But I also wonder how much it will seem like a weird dream when I get home, and you’re gone again.”
She’d opened her mouth and blurted it out without real thought, but it was true.
He nodded. “This was not real life, so it’s kind of hard to reconcile what real life will be like again.”
“Yes. Because now I know I do want to be a sub, but also because I know I want to be with you, and it’s been a while since I’ve been in a relationship.”
“How long?”
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“About two years. I was seeing a guy in the spring, but it didn’t even last two months.”
“Annalise was not impressed with him,” he told her with a grin.
“Ha, no, she wasn’t. She told you that?”
“She did. Come sit with me?”
She’d finished eating, so she put her plate down and joined him in the big chair. They put their feet up on the railing and watched birds swoop down into the water for their meals.
“Do you want to go to Apex?” he asked after a while.
That was the BDSM club he went to, as did Alec and Sonya. “I’d like to check it out. I don’t know if I want to start going on a regular basis.”
He nodded against her hair.
“Noah, I know some people go to clubs to play without their—”
“I’m a one-woman guy, Nat. If we play, we play. If we don’t, we don’t. If that stops working for both of us, then we go our separate ways. But I’m going to consider us exclusive from this weekend forward, unless we specifically agree to another arrangement. Does that work for you?”
She turned her head so that she could see him. “Yeah, that works for me.” He kissed her. When he stopped, she faced forward again. “It’ll be weird to see Alec and Sonya that way.”
“We can go a night they’re not there the first time, if you like. Or wait until they’ve finished playing for the evening, so they can be there with us, but not sceneing in front of you. We won’t try anything the first time, we just want to see if it’s something you might get comfortable with, later.”
“That sounds perfect.”
The loud report of firecrackers reached them from not too far away, and she shook her head. “It’s not even six, they’ve still got a ways.” She pulled out her phone and checked. “Sunset isn’t until eight twenty-nine.”
“The kids are probably too excited to wait. Plus, those weren’t even legal. I should have gotten some sparklers, but I was too busy packing things to torment you with.”