Bound With Pearls

by Bristol, Sidney

  He seemed amused by her words. The corners of his mouth curled up. “I must be getting lax. Fuck me?”

  “Fuck me, Sir.” Her voice sounded so prim and proper. Her cheeks flushed. She could feel the blush crawling down her neck and over her chest.

  Daniel put his mouth over the clamp still attached to her breast and eased it off with his lips. She arched her back as blood returned to the peak and white bursts saturated her vision.

  The bed dipped and bucked. She pried open an eye and watched Daniel strip out of his clothes. Unlike the care he’d shown her dress and underwear, he discarded his shirt and jeans wherever they landed. He grabbed a condom from the bag and ripped it open. His dark gaze roved over her body, caressing every inch of her.

  She didn’t need him to say he was going to fuck her as he crawled up her body. She could read it in his eyes—the hard lines of his face and the engorged cock were all good signs she would get exactly what she wanted. In bed at least.

  He pulled the dildo out, clicked the button to silence the vibrating and tossed it over the edge of the bed. He surged forward and came down on top of her, hard enough his weight forced the air from her lungs. She sucked in a breath and pulled against the restraints. She lifted her head to kiss his jaw and got his mouth instead.

  He thrust and she moaned. The dildo might go on forever, but it had nothing on his girth or the feel of hot, human flesh inside her.

  “That’s what you wanted?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She arched her back and squeezed his length with her inner muscles.

  “What if I went slow?” His slow was still twice as fast as the dildo.

  “Mm, more. Harder. Please, Sir.”

  He fisted her hair, tilting her head back and exposing her throat. He kissed down to the hollow and licked the dip in her clavicle.

  “So you want it like this?”

  His body pistoned in and out of her, nudging her clit with each thrust. She rolled her hips, rubbing herself on his cock as he sank into her. Her breasts burned where his chest hair abraded the abused peaks, and she loved it. He might be doing what she liked, but only because he wanted it too.

  “You are going to come on my cock,” he growled into her ear.

  Her aroused body tightened further. Orgasm on command?

  “You like this. You like me being in control of all of you.”

  “Yes Sir,” she cried out.

  “Fucking come.”

  Her body bowed and her inner muscles hugged him tight, creating a vise for his cock as his movements became rough and uncontrolled. She screamed at the sensation ricocheting through her, pushing her under wave after wave of pleasure. Her body rippled with the aftershocks. Just breathing sent off miniature bursts of post-orgasmic bliss.

  Daniel’s face was smushed into the pillows next to her. He supported most of his own weight, but he was still all around her, in her and pressing her down. She turned toward him and nuzzled his face. He smiled lazily and pushed strands of hair off her face. Sex and play with him got better each time. She wanted time to learn him and see how good it could get.

  He reached up and untied her wrists, bringing each to his lips to kiss the angry red marks.

  “How bad did this hurt?” He palmed her right breast.

  Her nipple pulsed, still stinging, but not in an entirely painful kind of way. She put her hand over his and applied more pressure. “It hurt, but not as bad as it sounded. I was surprised mostly.”

  The faint lines of tension eased around his eyes. “Good.” He kissed each peak. “How bad are you going to bruise?”

  She touched the abused flesh. “Not too bad. Maybe like before. It goes away in a few days.”

  “We should talk to Mistress Stella, she’s a doctor. I’m interested in seeing how we can play with your fair skin and pattern bruising.”

  The idea intrigued her. “Is that possible?”

  “I don’t see why not.”

  He levered up to his knees and she felt the loss of his warmth acutely. Still, he’d just made a statement that they should do something. The inflection was not lost on her. He untied her ankles, giving them the same attention he had her wrists.

  “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He padded off to the bathroom and returned a few moments later with a rag and a tube of antibiotic ointment. He gently wiped her breasts, his brow furrowing and drawing down to form two dark slashes above his eyes. “I want to put the ointment on, just in case.”

  She didn’t argue, and what woman in their right mind would? He finished cleaning her off before applying a little bit of the gel to each breast. It didn’t sting more than anything else had, but the gesture was appreciated. He took his role seriously.

  “There.” He put the tube on the nightstand and propped himself up on one arm. He splayed a hand across her abdomen. “Today didn’t quite go as planned, so humor me a little?”

  “Okay.”

  “Let me show you something.” He pushed up and grabbed an object from the bench at the foot of the bed.

  She sat up, curious about where this was going. Her energy was fading, even if sleep was the last thing she wanted.

  Daniel sat facing her and held up a black velvet square, like what jewelers displayed items on. Draped across the fabric was a bracelet, or maybe a cuff that went around a biceps. Long, narrow leaflike pieces made from a rose-colored wire were fitted together to make a band. Within the latticework, small craters marked where stones or gems would perch when it was finished.

  “Do you know what this is?” His voice was low, his thumbs rubbing the plates.

  She drew her knees up in front of her and wrapped her arms around her shins. “An armband? It’s too big to be a bracelet.”

  He chuckled and held it up between his fingertips. The velvet square was pushed to the edge of the bed and forgotten. “No. Don’t you recognize it?” He laid the piece flat against his palm and traced the rounded end of a leaf.

  Except it wasn’t a leaf.

  She gasped and tightened her hold on her arms. “Are these my feathers?” Was this a piece of jewelry for his new collection? Mixed feelings of pride and jealousy warred within her. Someone else might wear a piece of jewelry that mimicked her tattoo. She didn’t know how she felt about that.

  “It’s a necklace, of a kind.” He held up the two ends and showed her a strange-looking clasp. “This is a lock. I don’t make many of these. I only make them for friends who are stepping into a big commitment. It’s a collar.”

  Her heart melted and her stomach clenched.

  “I had tonight all planned out. I was supposed to have finished this earlier, so that when you got here we could have dinner, watch a movie. I was going to give you a massage, and while you were relaxed and naked, I’d put this around your neck.” He lifted the elaborate necklace over her head and brought it up against her nape. He rested his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs urging her to look up at his face. “And then I’d ask you to accept my gift.”

  The world stopped turning and her heart stilled. The corners of his lips tugged upward. At some point she’d stopped breathing and her lungs screamed for air.

  “That’s what I would have done, but stuff happened.”

  She licked her lips. Her heart felt too big for her chest. He’d known what she needed before she did. “Impatience should be punished,” she said in all seriousness.

  “Yes, it should.” The smile disappeared. “So what do you say, Chris? It’s a big step to take, and we haven’t known each other long. If you want to think about it, I understand.”

  “I didn’t think you liked me that much.”

  He frowned. “I took you out to dinner, invited you to not only meet my friends but my clients, and every time I’m around you my dick gets so fucking hard it hurts. What else do you want me to do? Get a neon sign? I think my decorator would kill me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Instead of answering, he held the collar in place with one hand and lifted her hair out of the w
ay, allowing the cold plates to meet skin. She shivered at the sensation but otherwise held still while he fussed with it.

  “I made you a collar. I started making it after you left the first morning. I knew then if we matched up out of the bedroom like I thought we would I’d want to keep you on a short leash.”

  Her heart hammered. “So if I say yes—”

  He tugged on the collar. “When you say yes.”

  He was hers, just as she was his. She smoothed her palms out over his chest, feeling the way his muscles played under her touch. He made her feel small and feminine, which was a difficult thing to do, and she liked it. She liked who she was with him.

  “When, and if, I say yes what changes? What are we? I need to know.”

  “You’re my submissive and no one else’s. I don’t share, nor do I play well with others. But you’re also my girlfriend, which means you’ll have to put up with my occasional grumpiness, my work schedule and someday meeting my family. It’s a two-way relationship, Chris. You can walk away just like I can, but it won’t be without a fight. I don’t offer this lightly, even if it seems that way. And who knows? Maybe someday I’ll want to give you another collar.”

  She tilted her head to the side and smiled. Another day she might have shed a few tears, but she was all cried out. She touched the collar around her neck. “Could you put pearls on it?”

  He smiled and slid the ends of the necklace together. It fastened with a soft click.

  “I think I could do that. Do you mean this one? Or…?”

  He was serious. Her skin was too tight, she wanted to run circles or hold him or something. She hadn’t dared to think about a future together; but she wanted it. “Both. Maybe use my mother’s pearls?”

  He smiled and bumped his nose against hers, forcing her back against the mattress. “I like that idea. I have some freshwater pearls I can use now. Save your mother’s pearls for later. I can put them at the heart of each feather. Pearls are what brought us together after all.” He traced the line where collar met skin. “All bound up with pearls. Pearls and rubies. They suit you.”

  About Sidney Bristol

  It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a “normal” life. She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor home on the U.S. highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas, where she divides her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.

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  Electronic book publication December 2012

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