Bound by Love

by Stephie Walls

  It’s a gorgeous day outside, the sun is shining and it’s not too hot, which is unusual in South Carolina in late May. I don’t want to go home to sit alone in the living room where I have spent hours studying the last few weeks. I know Gray isn’t there; he’s never there anymore. I decide to go lie in the grass in the commons and enjoy the sunshine. The campus is pretty quiet as most of the students have left for the summer after they finished exams. I find a spot right in the middle of the grass. I settle on my back using my backpack as a pillow, and I just relax. Ever since I was a little girl, I have loved watching clouds. My mom and I used to try to pick out shapes in them, but now, I just love the serenity they offer. I can stare at the white puffs, imagining how calm and peaceful it would be that high in the air, that much closer to the sun, lost in a vacuum where noise seemingly doesn’t exist. I easily lose myself anytime I find a moment to enjoy them. My phone drags me out of my cloud-induced trance.

  “Hello?” I answer.

  “Hey, baby. What are you up to? I’m at home, but you’re not here.”

  “I’m still at school.”

  “Are you coming home?” Is that irritation I detect in his voice?

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Annie, is something wrong?” It sounds like he’s expecting me to blast him for not answering his phone, and then waiting for a couple hours to return my call, but what’s the point in that. All it will do is ruin seeing him later so I shrug my irritation away.

  “Not at all. I’ll see you in a bit.” I hang up and pick up my bag. I’m excited again; his voice always does that to me. He takes me from dark clouds to blue skies with the first word.

  Sticking my key in the door to unlock the apartment, it opens on its own. Well, it opens with Gray’s help from the other side. He doesn’t have on a shirt and his jeans are in their usual spot, hung low on his hips with his boxers peeking out of the top of them. He’s barefoot with his Georgia Tech hat on backwards. Holding the door open, I can see all of the sinewy muscles in his shoulders and arms.

  He’s smiling and I’m swooning. “Why are you using the key? You knew I was home.”

  I reply, “Just habit I guess.” I walk by him, keeping my eyes on his until my head won’t turn anymore. He winks at me; I blush. Dropping my keys on the table, and my backpack on the floor, I stalk toward him.

  Hooking my fingers in his belt loops, I pull him backward toward the bedroom as he swings the door shut. He knows what I’m after by the look in my eyes. “Ms. Teasman, do you have something on your mind?” He teases.

  “Oh, I have a lot on my mind, Mr. Dearsley, and it all involves you and me naked.”

  His arm reaches out for me to try to catch my waist, but I evade it, continuing to pull him forward. Turning around, I reattach my fingers to the tops of his jeans when we breach the bedroom door. I untangle myself from his pants to start removing my clothes. He’s stopped, leaning against the doorframe, and watching me intently. I hesitate, suddenly self-conscious.

  “Don’t stop, baby, I’m enjoying the show,” his voice is smooth, with lust hot in his eyes.

  My gaze drifts from his mouth when he stops speaking to the top of his jeans and the bulge straining behind his zipper. When I have rid myself of my shirt, I walk toward him as I’m unbuttoning my jeans, sliding the zipper down. I put my hands on his bare sides, my thumbs grazing his hard abs, reaching up on my tiptoes to greet his lips. He meets me in the middle, snaking an arm around my waist. I need him closer, but his height makes it hard for me to reach him. I latch a hand on to the back of his neck with my fingers in his hair, effectively pulling him down. He makes it easier by pulling me closer, lifting me slightly. My other hand cups his cheek as I tilt my head, coaxing his lips open with my tongue. He plunges his tongue deep in my mouth, but the kiss is achingly slow. His lips press against mine, he tastes like peppermint. It’s as familiar to me as his cologne. There’s a low groan from the back of his throat – he’s as wanton as I am. I smile against the kiss, and he nips my lower lips with his teeth in return.

  “Bird Dog, you still have clothes on,” he says, but doesn’t wait for me to take them off. He picks me up, tosses me on the bed, and removes what’s left of my clothing. I sit up, eye level with his six-pack. He watches me trace each one of the six with my tongue as I unbutton his jeans and pull off his boxers at the same time. When I finish licking the sixth of the pack, I cup his balls in my hand simultaneously seizing his cock with my mouth. The taste of the pre-come is slightly salty on the head of his penis as I pull my mouth back to the tip. Twirling my tongue across the top of his shaft, I use my other hand to pump his erection, licking the length of him like an ice cream cone before working my way down to suck one of his large balls into my mouth. He hisses through his teeth, letting his head fall back. As I fondle him, his cock surges. Unable to take the sensation, he lifts me up from under my arms.

  “My turn,” he growls in my ear. My knees hit the bed. I lie back with my ass at the edge of the mattress resting my feet next to my hips. He pushes my knees to the side so I’m completely exposed to him. I feel the folds of my lips spread apart. Two of his long fingers glide gently up my slit and back down before delving into the opening where our magic happens. I watch him intently while he caresses my sex with his fingers. He pulls his fingers out lifting them to his lips, sucking off my taste, before inserting them again. That act drives me crazy, it’s dirty, but insanely intimate. He enjoys the flavor I bring. The next time he withdraws them, he brings them to my lips, and I open my mouth, indulging myself on his fingers. It’s erotic and so Gray. Still sucking on his fingers, he kneels down, smelling my scent and thrusts his tongue into my pussy. He laps at the slit before tugging a lip with his teeth, making love to my clit with his mouth. I’m writhing on the bed, when he stops.

  “Stop moving, baby, or I’ll tie you down so you can’t move,” his voice is hoarse, deeply stern.

  Completely stunned by his words, I lie still until he’s on my clit again, causing my hips to arch closer to his face. “Annie…” he warns against my pussy, smacking my ass. His breath is warm, and the sounds of the words send vibrations through my core. One of his fingers breaches my ass as he resumes teasing my nub with his tongue. I jump at its unexpected penetration. He stands up. Saying nothing, he goes to the nightstand, coming back with a pair of handcuffs and what appears to be Velcro attached to lengths of rope. “What the hell is that?” I gasp.

  He responds with few words, “I told you not to move.”

  “You’re seriously going to tie me up?” The thought of not being able to move, not having control over what he can do, terrifies me, but also causes my sexual need to soar. He reaches for my hands, but instinctively I shrink into the fetal position.

  “Annie…” he drags my name out in caution.

  I’m speechless as he reaches for my hand again. Taking the left, and then the right, he secures my wrists with the handcuffs. The chain of the cuffs are in between the rungs of the headboard. Testing my mobility, I realize I can only move about an inch before the metal bites my skin. Next he captures my ankle, securely wrapping the Velcro around it, pulling my leg toward the corner of the bed, and fastens the rope to the footboard. He quickly mirrors the other ankle to the opposite corner. My body now forming a triangle on the bed with my pussy completely exposed for his pleasure. I start to panic. I’m completely at his mercy. My mind starts racing as I try to remind myself that he has never hurt me; well, other than that whole bathroom scene. He loves me. He reveres my body.

  “Baby, I’m not going to hurt you or do anything you won’t want me to do. This just heightens the pleasure.” He’s confident in what he says, but my bottom lip trembles. Climbing on top of me, he straddles my stomach right below my belly button. His sac is warm on my skin, and I can see the traces of clear come on the head of his penis, begging to be sucked off. Leaning up to take him in my mouth, I’m quickly reminded of my restraint.

  “Trust me, sweetheart.”

  His l
arge hands push up my sides until they are cupping my breasts. I can feel him take the weight of them in his palms, kneading my flesh, and tweaking my hardened nipples. I hate not being able to touch him. I want to feel his skin with my hands, touch his face as it comes down to take my breast in his mouth.

  “Without being able to touch, you are relinquishing the use of one of your senses. Close your eyes and your body will burn with the loss of another one.”

  I close my eyes, feeling the tension leave my shoulders, and the rest of my form relaxes. He lavishes kisses on my neck, dragging them down my collarbone. Still teasing my nipples and palming my breasts, he scoots down my body. His tongue traces the protrusion of my pelvic bone downward, and then starts high on the other side doing the same.

  Willing myself not to open my eyes, the orgasm that is about to flood my body consumes me. I don’t want to open my lids, afraid it will break the spell, leaving my O un-captured. I’ve never come before without penetration or clitoral stimulation, but the walls of my vagina clinch, tightening as the waves roll through me like a tsunami. My entire body jerks with each peak that storms me. I feel wetness roll down toward the bed, knowing my essence is penetrating the sheets beneath me. My pussy is hot and swollen when Gray’s tongue slides across it. My eyes lurch open and I try to close my knees to his advances, but am unable to move. His hooded eyes meet mine with his face buried deep between my legs.

  “Gray, please. It’s too sensitive.”

  “I’m not done, baby, and neither are you.” He teases my hooded lady one last time. With a huge grin on his face, he stalks to the top of the bed. Resting his weight on my frame, he rubs his dick up and down the slit of my pussy, sending a mini-orgasm through me. Tossing my head to the side, he can see he’s driving me wild. Unable to move, all I can do is thrash like a trapped animal.

  “You like that, sweetheart?” he taunts me.

  I almost scream my approval at him as my answer comes during a wave of pleasure. Pulling his legs to the outside of both of mine, he sits up using my breasts for leverage, tucking his feet under my thighs. He lifts his perfect ass up off my legs, pitching the head of his raging dick at my swollen, hungry orifice. With one smooth motion, I can almost feel the tip of him in my throat he’s so deep. Using my thighs to help control the movements of his hips, he dances in me, rolling deliberately in large circles while his abs contract and release, pushing in and out of me. I can’t take my eyes off the juncture of our bodies. My mound is bare, enabling a full view of his cock as it penetrates me. He moves like a belly dancer, but in the most masculine way.

  His left hand reaches behind his back and rests on his butt cheek, like it’s encouraging the sway of his hips. The speed of the rotations doesn’t increase, but the plunge of his cock within me does. He’s hitting spots in my womb that I didn’t know existed, effectively lighting them on fire.

  “Don’t hold back, baby, come for me,” he coos.

  Arching my back, which is the only part of my body with any range of motion, thrusting my breasts in the air, I let out a cry that’s unintelligible, but filled with euphoria. My body spasms, begging to be released, but he keeps going. Never breaking stride, he reaches behind him, releasing the Velcro from both of my ankles. One by one, he brings my feet toward my bottom, pressing my thighs to the bed, allowing for what seems another couple of inches of penetration. Once he has my legs settled where he wants them, his thumb presses down on my hood, obstructing my view of our union. I whimper with the additional sensation his added touch brings, but he doesn’t slow.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he demands, emphasizing each word with a lunge deep within me. His voice is so deep that if I hadn’t seen him, I wouldn’t have believed he had uttered the words.

  “I’m gonna come again, Gray.” I’m moaning, and can’t think straight. All I can do is feel his raging member taking my cunt.

  “Don’t come until you answer me, Annie. Whose pussy is this?” Still plunging within me, his tone is severe, dominating, and completely alpha-male.

  Struggling to withhold my fourth or fifth orgasm, I’ve lost count, I stammer, “Wh-what?” Like I don’t understand the question.

  He slams into me to illustrate his meaning. “This! Whose pussy is this? Tell me it belongs to me, baby. Tell me it’s mine. I want to hear you say the words.” Still thrusting, waiting for my reply, he warns, “Don’t come, Annie.”

  “It’s yours, Gray,” I say, giving him whatever he needs to hear for him to allow me to come.

  “No, baby. I want to hear you say it’s my pussy.” His voice is calm again, as he’s waiting for exactly the right words to come from my lips.

  “It’s your pussy, Gray.” I’m breathless, still teetering on the edge, waiting for him to allow my O to engulf me again.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asks.

  “You. Since the day I met you, I’ve belonged to you.” It’s true. He owns me; mind, body, and soul. I’ve known since the first time we talked, he would either ruin me or he’d take me to the edge of the Earth. He is my other half. My soul rests in his, and without him, I’d be shattered.

  Seemingly satisfied with my responses, he presses his chest against mine. Still fully involved in me, he tucks his head between my shoulder and neck. Pressing his lips to my skin, he kisses me before breathing into my ear, “Come for me, beautiful.” With that, I am washed in him. The ecstasy has me floating as he fills me and I grip him.

  I wake to sunlight peering in through the shades that we didn’t close last night. I squint my eyes as they become accustomed to the light. Rolling on my back, I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the weight of his arm across my mid-section. Curling my arms into my chest, I roll toward him, and he instinctively draws me close to him, still asleep. I kiss his lips and whisper, “Baby, we need to get up.”

  “I’m already up.” He’s groggy and sounds adorable. This is one of my favorite times with him – when it’s just the two of us, the world hasn’t intruded on that state between sleep and awake, the warmth of our bodies together makes my heart sing.

  “No, you’re not. You’re lying in bed half-asleep,” I coddle him with soft words.

  “Nope, I’m up.” He takes my hand and puts it between his legs. He is definitely up.

  He still hasn’t opened his eyes, so I lift the covers crawling beneath the sheets. Seizing his massive cock in my hands, surrounded by the cover of darkness the bedding provides. I go straight for his balls with my mouth. He sits straight up like he has just been shocked. His hands snake under the sheath of darkness, hauling me up on top of his glorious body.

  “Hey! I was playing down there.” I stick my bottom lip out to pout, but he kisses it away. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me up, and quickly pushes me back down on his morning wood.

  “Play here.” Grinning, he closes his eyes, content to let me ride him while he lies back and enjoys it. He thoroughly fucked me last night. I lost count of how many orgasms I had, but my pussy is sore enough to tell me it was several.

  “Do you want it hard?” I ask moving as slowly as possible, lifting myself up and gliding back down his hard length.

  Folding his arms behind his head, he says, “I want it however you want to give it to me as long as that pussy is wrapped around my dick.” His words would probably offend most women, but for some reason, when he talks like that, I get completely turned on. It’s the confidence in which he says them that makes the words transform me. I get off on his domination, the control he exudes. I pick up my pace, my tits bouncing heavily with each fall of my body toward his. Opening his eyes, he grabs my breasts with his hands, and sits up to suck and bite on them. He pulls us both back against the headboard, mouth still on my chest, giving me better leverage. Placing my hands on top of the headboard, I drive down on him harder and faster. The friction his cock is causing against my wall is going to cause me to climax quickly. He must be close, too. He drops my breasts in favor of clutching my hips, thumbs digging into my skin underneath my projectin
g bones. I see his biceps and shoulders tightening with each lift of my body, and releasing each time I sink down. Our rhythm is fast. Both of us are near the zenith.

  “Gray! Oh, God, Gray. Right there. I’m gonna come!” I’m screaming toward the ceiling, my back bowed away from him, thrusting my chest in his face and my pussy on his cock.

  His hand laces through my hair, wrapping it around his wrist, and he pulls down, grunting with each final thrust. My sex strangles him until every last drop of him spills into me. As he lets go of my hair, I make no attempt to dislodge him. I just drop my head on his shoulder and sink to his chest.

  “Love you, Gray.”

  “I love you too, Bird Dog.” He embraces me with both arms, gently holding me to him. He affectionately pats my bare butt. “You ready to go to Tennessee?” I let him up, watching him waltz toward the bathroom with a bit of swagger in his step. With each step his ass clenches. Damn, he’s stunning.

  I’ve never been to Gatlinburg. I didn’t grow up around here, my family moved here when I was in high school, but it’s like a rite of passage in South Carolina. Every couple goes to Gatlinburg, whether it’s for a quick romantic getaway or to get married in a chapel. It’s like the Las Vegas of the South. It’s just what people do, but I have never done it. I’m excited to spend a few days in the mountains with nothing to do other than enjoy the scenery and each other. Getting up, I take a quick shower, get dressed, and start bouncing around the apartment. I think I’m getting on Gray’s nerves with all of my hyperactivity, but he just grins at me. “Am I irritating you?” I ask with innocent eyes.