“That’s perfect!” Ronan said. “Because today we are going to work further with that idea. From my studies of human behaviors, and my own human impulses when I am in 17
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this form, I have deduced that in order for a human to fully submit, with grace and honesty, he or she needs to trust the person involved. While it’s sexy and exciting for me to ‘demand’ that you submit, it only works on a deeper level if that is what you truly wish to do. You need to be willing to ‘let go’ and to do that, you have to trust.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, that you trust me so soon after we have met. But perhaps because of the nature of our liaison and our very short time together, you will be able to suspend the usual courtship rituals and time involved and take that leap of faith with me.”
She looked at him, at the long lean planes of his face, his eyes like liquid gold and full of fire. Did he burn for her? The turn of his body toward her, the way he had held her in the night, the way he now seemed so eager to teach her, to help her discover her own sensual secrets… Was this all just part of the package? Or was there something more between them? Was it going to be reciprocal? Was this even permitted?
He didn’t respond to her unspoken thoughts, perhaps respecting that she hadn’t voiced them. His hand, still covering hers, moved slowly up her arm, his fingers lightly touching her skin, sending little jolts of desire through her as they moved up to her shoulder, to her throat and down to her breast, partially exposed in her silken robe.
“What did you have in mind?” she whispered.
“I’ll show you.”
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Chapter Four
Aria was naked, standing in the center of the room. Ronan stood next to her, a long red sash in his hands. “I’m going to bind you, my love. Slowly. The bondage itself is part of the experience. Part of your willingness to trust me as you lose control, slowly, of each part of your body.”
Aria wrapped her arms protectively around herself. Yes, she wanted this, but at the same time, she was afraid. Ronan gently took her hands, pulling them so that her arms rested loosely at her sides. He kissed her forehead and whispered, “Be at peace, little Aria. I will not take you further than you wish to go. You control the process, though I will control you and your actions. You see the lovely symmetry of it, do you not?”
Aria wasn’t sure what he was talking about but his tone was soothing and kind, and she relaxed, deciding to trust him as best she was able. Ronan nodded, accepting her silent acquiescence.
“First,” he said, “I’m going to blindfold you. This is a way to release you from one form of control. You don’t have to be constantly vigilant about what you think is going to happen next.” As he spoke, he lifted her heavy mane of silvered hair from her neck, carefully securing the crimson sash beneath it. He checked it, satisfied that she could not see.
“Now I’m going to bind your hands behind you. I want you to feel the rope. To experience the fact that you can no longer use your hands or arms. Not to defend yourself, or protect yourself, or even to balance. You will give all that to me.”
He took her arms, aware of the slight tremble, and gently moved them behind her. Using a silky blood-red rope of some strong material much like nylon, he wound it several times just above her elbows, forcing her arms up high behind her, causing her breasts to jut out as she arched her back to accommodate the rope. Next, he bound her wrists. Still using the same piece of rope, he brought it around her torso, above the breasts and then below, winding it and using the ends to cinch it tightly together on each side.
Aria swayed a little and he steadied her, drawing her into his arms for a moment and nuzzling her neck. “You are doing beautifully,” he assured her. She did not reply, but her breathing was becoming ragged. Ronan dropped a hand down to her sex, touching the hot folds. He felt her moisture and sensed her obvious arousal. For a moment he teased her, massaging her pussy until she moaned and shifted, trying to get his hand more firmly upon her. Laughing a little, he said, “Oh no, not yet, my love. Not yet. You will feel the bite of rope before you enjoy the kiss of love. And we’re only halfway there.”
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Ronan wrapped several more feet of rope around Aria’s slender waist. Looping it around the belt of rope, he brought it down between her legs, wrapping it in a similar loop at her back. He pulled it tight, cinching it so that the rope pulled tightly against her sex, burying itself between her labia and pressing hard against her clit. Aria moaned, spreading her legs to try and relieve some of the pressure against her tender sex. “Oh,” Ronan said, feigning innocence though his eyes were blazing, and his cock was straining eagerly in his pants, “Do you want to spread your legs? I can help with that. In fact, I’ll do better. We’re going to spread those gorgeous legs of yours wide, my slave girl. We’re going to suspend them from the ceiling. You will be completely immobilized and entirely at my mercy.”
It took a moment for his words to register. The rope was tight against her pussy, and she felt her own hot juices seeping around it. She hadn’t expected such a strong physical reaction to being bound so tightly, her arms almost uncomfortably tight behind her back, her breasts outlined by rope above and below. Then his words penetrated. Suspended from the ceiling?! That was going too far!
“No,” she said, and it came out as a hoarse whisper. Yet even as she protested, her pussy responded to the image it produced in her brain, of her naked body, covered in rope, legs spread wide, dangling from the ceiling like an offering, like a sacrifice to some ancient erotic god.
Ronan understood that her voiced “no” was from fear, but that her curiosity and desire outweighed that fear. Taking her in his strong arms, he gently lowered her to the floor, until she was resting, somewhat awkwardly because of the ropes, on her side. She felt him slip something thick and soft around each ankle, and assumed they must be cuffs of some kind. She heard the clink of chain as he attached something to each cuff. “I could use the force field and hold you that way. But the experience will be heightened by the actual force of gravity, pulling at your chains, dragging at the ropes that bind you.”
Ronan attached the chains to a device in the ceiling that was revealed when he pushed a button on a panel set inconspicuously in the wall. He pressed another button and slowly, Aria was lifted by the ankles by some kind of magnetic laser field. She gasped as she felt her body being lifted. The movement was slow and easy, but inexorable. Soon she was suspended, upside down and blindfolded, her arms pinned behind her. Ronan pushed another button, holding it down as Aria’s legs were slowly spread by the machine. He let the button go just as she was about to cry to him that it was too much. Her muscles were now strained as her legs were spread as wide as was barely tolerable. Ronan could clearly see the crimson ropes cruelly spreading her labia.
“You belong to me, Aria. You are completely helpless now and under my control. If I wished, I could leave you here, for hours, for days and you could do nothing to protest. If I choose, I can gag your mouth. I can stuff your mouth with my cock. I can choke you with my come. Shall I do that, slave girl? Shall I treat you like an object, to be debased and humiliated?”
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Stunned at his language, Aria could only weakly shake her head. Her body was trembling and she no longer knew if it was fear, or desire, or some heady combination of the two. She did want his cock, but not in her mouth. She wanted to feel it fill her. To claim her in that primal way.
The blood was rushing to her head and she felt dizzy. She struggled a moment, trying to lift her head or move her arms, but she only succeeded in swaying a little.
“Please,” she whispered, not even sure herself what she was entreating. She felt Ronan’s strong hands upon her, rolling her nipples in his fingers. She heard him kneel next to her, and suddenly his voice was in her ear. “Are you ready to submit, slave girl?”
“To what?” she managed.
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h, then you are not. When you are ready, you do not ask to what. You simply acknowledge that you are mine to do with as I will. Do you understand?”
She didn’t respond and suddenly she felt a tug against her sex. Ronan was twisting the ropes in such a way that they cinched even tighter, drawing a cry from the bound woman. The rope burned her, and at the same time lit a fire of need so urgent she felt she could come just from its friction.
Ronan teased her this way for several minutes, alternately sliding the rope against her increasingly wet pussy and ratcheting it tightly so that she cried out in pain. It hurt, yes, it actually did hurt, and yet at the same time, it was wonderful! It was beyond arousal for her. She had moved somehow onto another plane, where pleasure and pain truly combined into something more fierce, more present, more real, than simply one or the other.
This time, when Ronan whispered his question, Aria only nodded, eager for whatever he chose to do. She was no longer thinking, but operating purely on instinct and lust. She felt herself being slowly lowered, until her head touched the floor. Ronan was there then, easing her bound body down.
He released the cuffs from her ankles and eased her to her side, so she was not pinning down her own arms beneath her. Deftly he untied the knots at her waist, pulling away the dark red rope, now slick in the spot where it had gripped her sex. Ronan removed the sash from her eyes, softly covering them with his hand for a moment as she adjusted to the light of the room. Gently he pushed tendrils of hair from her face. “I want to make love to you, Aria. I want you to accept me while you are bound. My slave girl, bound in ropes, while I claim you. Are you freely enslaved now, my love? Do you want this? Do you crave it?”
Aria flushed, but her eyes were bright with desire. She licked her lips, which felt dry. Her skin was hot. Slowly she nodded her head, her eyes locked on his. Ronan stood, at last removing his pants, revealing his large perfect penis, rigid with desire for the bound and naked woman.
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over her, pressing his chest against her bound arms. Reaching around, he grabbed her by the throat, holding her just tightly enough to set her to breathing raggedly. She knew this wasn’t real. She wasn’t being held by the throat and raped, while helplessly bound and miles from any help. No, this was completely consensual. And yet, her body was responding as if she was two people or had two desires raging at once within her. One part of her didn’t perceive that it was a game. This part forced adrenaline to course madly, zigging and zagging through her veins, readying her to fight or flee. It made her heart pump erratically and all her nerve endings were at attention. But another part was liquid desire, raging heat. She wanted him to take her, just like this. Tied up, pussy aching and soaked with her own juices. She could smell the scent of her arousal in the air. She was reduced to pure, raw sex. She didn’t just want him to fuck her at last. She was desperate for it. And just like this. Bent over the stool, like a slut in heat, existing only for his cock.
She grunted in animal pleasure as he pressed his erect organ against her. She was so ready that he slipped in, filling her completely. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Aria was used to being on top, literally and figuratively. When she made love with men, she generally preferred to ride them like stallions, using their bodies to please her own. She was always assured of an orgasm because she could control the friction of their bodies against her clit.
They would also come, watching her astride them, her long silver hair streaming behind her as she lost herself in her selfish pleasures. She realized suddenly that she had never made love to a man. She had engaged in mutual masturbation, each partner using the other, even pleasing the other, but with some crucial element missing. Her thoughts were obliterated as Ronan entered her fully and began a slow, sensual dance, rotating his hips seductively as he pressed deeply into her. Aria moaned with pleasure, the ropes biting into her arms and wrists only enhancing her masochistic pleasure.
When Ronan came inside of her, calling her name in a fierce cry, she arched back into him, longing to take him even deeper, to keep him there forever. Soon, however, Ronan pulled away, leaving Aria bent and sprawled over the stool. She felt too weak even to move, though her pussy was still on fire and she hadn’t climaxed. She felt Ronan’s arms around her as he lifted her from the stool, and then took her in his arms, carrying her to the soft bed. “Shall I untie you?” he asked.
“That is for you to say, Sir,” she whispered, though even as she spoke these submissive words they surprised her.
“Ah, that is different then,” Ronan replied, his eyes dancing. “Then I shall leave you bound just a while longer. I do like to see a bound woman orgasm.” He activated the bed’s force field and Aria felt her body lifting again into the air, though this time it defied gravity.
With her arms bound tight beneath her, she was completely helpless as Ronan leaned over her, licking against her swollen and now sticky sex. “You are burning up,”
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he murmured, as he gripped her thighs, holding her open so he could kiss and lightly bite her spread and swollen sex.
Arousal and exhaustion combined to send her quickly over the edge of an intense and sweet release. “Oh, oh, oh!” she cried in a little voice as his tongue played its lovely rhythm on her sex.
While she was still suspended, Ronan quickly undid the knots at her sides and unwound the ropes from her torso and arms. He lay beneath her, receiving her as she was lowered by the diminishing force field.
He gently massaged her limbs. The blood sent a stinging pain through her arms and hands as it returned to full flow. Aria was like a rag doll, limp from exertion and soaked in sexual satisfaction.
“Are you happy?” he whispered. But there was no answer.
Aria was fast asleep.
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Chapter Five
It was Aria’s third day on the planet. In some respects, the time was flying, in others it was as if she’d always been here. She had risen late and fancied a swim and perhaps a picnic on the beach. Ronan had other ideas.
“Now we will begin your training for this evening.”
“Training! This is a sex spa, not a health club. What are you talking about?”
“Tonight you dance for the senior council. You are the entertainment.”
“I’m the what?!” Aria’s eyes flashed with indignation. What was this impudent man talking about! Even as she thought this, the image of the lovely dancers of Iris Nine flashed through her mind. The highly trained belly dancers were considered the premiere seductresses of the Andromeda Galaxy. They were actually slaves, stolen by the Iris Nine traders from throughout the galaxy and selected based on their grace and beauty. But they were slaves only in that they were not free to leave. They were treated as queens while they resided on the planet. The ultimate goal was their purchase, and its consummation had to be two ways. Only if the Iris Nine dancer accepted the bidder was he or she free to take them.
The dancers were famous for their evocative use of scarves as they danced, simulating sexual acts that made their audience literally spring to attention. Aria had always harbored a secret admiration for these women, idly dreaming that she might dance like that, if she weren’t so busy running corporations and jetting around the galaxy. Of course! Ronan had pulled yet another fantasy out of her mind. It was disconcerting!
“I want a block. I want a mind block,” she now said. She knew there were telepathic species who used these blocks as a courtesy, a way of staying out of the minds of strangers. Surely, such a thing existed on Eros.
“It’s good to want things,” Ronan said, grinning. “But I’m afraid such a device wouldn’t be a good idea for you. You spend enough of your time blocking out things, staying focused, moving in a straight line to your goal.”
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“And it pleases me to have you dance tonight. Your body is supple. You should have no trouble learning the basic moves. You have a natural grace. And we’ll use a training cap which should dramatically decrease your learning time.”
Training caps had been in wide use for some time, but improvements were constant and exponential. An entire university education could be assimilated in a matter of hours by wearing the cap, which directly downloaded relevant information to the brain. Aria had always regarded such devices as “cheating”. The drawback was that you learned precisely what someone else had programmed, with their particular spin on that knowledge. Still, it had its uses, she was willing to admit, such as when she had forgotten about an important meeting with a new client, and yet was able to learn all the salient details about their product line and philosophies in a matter of minutes.
“You’d have me parading in front of a bunch of men like some Iris Nine slave woman?” Aria’s tone was indignant.
“Very much like that, yes. Although it won’t be your job to seduce the people watching you. And you won’t be sold to the highest bidder, as the slaves of Iris Nine are.” He smiled. As he stood from the table, Aria tried not to stare at his bare, smooth chest and firm stomach. “Let me show you what you’ll be wearing.”
He produced a lovely gown of sheer gossamer pink. It was streaked with silver and white, so that it looked almost animate. He also showed her the long scarves she would be using in the graceful dances. Aria’s protests were momentarily stilled by the beautiful clothing. She did adore a lovely gown, and she recognized the superior craftsmanship and cut of this one.
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