by Kim Dare
Vincent nodded. “You work with computers."
She nodded. “I d-don't stutter on e-m-m-mail."
He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “You know it doesn't bother me, right?"
Hannah shrugged. Not yet—give him a few days of listening to it and they would see how he felt about it then.
Vincent kissed her. He had a wonderful mouth. It moulded perfectly against her lips, making it so hard for her to stay completely silent. Whimpers didn't make her stutter. Gasps flowed easily from her lips no matter how nervous she was.
Self control and a lot of hard work had gone into eliminating those sounds from her sex life, but once she realised men found complete silence a lot more acceptable than just the absence of whole words there hadn't really been a choice.
A completely silent submissive was a novelty a dominant man could appreciate, and Hannah needed a dominant's appreciation too much not to become a very good novelty indeed.
The kiss trailed on until it was almost impossible not to whimper into Vincent's mouth. His hands stroked down her back, pulling her closer, letting her feel his erection press against her.
"Tell me this is what you want,” he whispered in her ear.
Hannah nodded enthusiastically.
"Tell me,” he whispered again.
She licked her lips. “Yes.” For once, the whisper flowed.
Vincent brushed their lips together and looked at the various doors leading out of the room. “Bedroom?"
Hannah hesitated. “W-wait here for a m-m-moment?"
Vincent looked surprised, but he nodded his agreement. He let her slip from his embrace and hurry down a short hallway and into her bedroom.
Snatching up her discarded clothes, Hannah dumped them all in the laundry hamper. All her bits of makeup littered the dressing table. Hannah swept them into her cosmetics case and clicked the lid closed. She scanned the room. Her bed was neatly made. Everything else looked presentable. She nodded to herself and turned to the door.
Vincent stood leaning against the door frame, looking very amused with the situation.
"You were supposed to w-w-wait!” she protested.
"I got curious. I was starting to wonder if you had another man hidden back here."
He stepped in close to her, settling his hands on the small of her back and pulling her towards him as if he had every right to come right into her personal space and touch her however he wanted to.
Hannah looked down. She supposed he did have that right, really. She'd given him the right when she set her limits.
Vincent stroked his fingers over her hair. “I want your hair down."
She nodded.
He took out the clip. Her curls immediately tumbled into her eyes. He pushed her hair back out of the way.
"Stunning,” he said.
It was hard to believe anything he said when such compliments fell so easily from his lips.
"You're easily imp-p-p-pressed,” she noted, forcing herself to keep talking out loud.
Vincent raised an eyebrow, not at all impressed with her effort to brush what he said aside. “I don't say things I don't mean."
Hannah shrugged. “Tell me what you w-w-want?” she asked.
"You."
She nodded.
"I want your voice."
Hannah looked down.
"If you don't want to talk a lot at certain times, I'll accept it as a kink. But I don't think other forms of silence come quite so naturally to you, do they?"
Hannah cast a nervous glance up at him, wondering if it was worth trying to lie about it—if lies would get her anywhere with Vincent.
"If you're enjoying what we do together, I want to hear it, Hannah. If you stay silent I won't believe you are satisfied, and I'll just have to work harder to hold you on the edge until I'm sure you're enjoying yourself enough to come."
Hannah nodded. She got the idea. She could come or stay silent, not both.
"I want to tie you up."
She hesitated.
"Do you trust me, Hannah?” he asked gently.
Trust wasn't the problem. “I d-d-don't have anything f-for you to t-tie m-me up w-with,” she managed to say. There had never seemed to be any point buying toys of her own when she didn't bring anyone back to her place.
"We can improvise. Although I can't guarantee improvised bondage won't leave marks that will linger for a little while.” His fingers traced over her wrists as he held them up in front of her.
Hannah nodded her acceptance, surprised he'd paid so much attention to the limits she'd explained to him at the start of their first scene, let alone that he both remembered them and was willing to keep to them in this new scene without any complaint.
Vincent looked around the room. A frown of concentration grew between his eyebrows. “Wait here."
He walked back towards the living room. Hannah did as she was told and waited. A few moments later he came back with the length of old computer cable she'd been meaning to throw away for ages.
Vincent wound it around his fist, testing how it would hold up as bondage. He nodded to himself and looked around the room again until he spotted the hook on the back of her bedroom door.
Tossing aside her dressing gown, he looped the cable over the hook and tested how it would hold. When he seemed convinced it was stable, he turned back to her.
"Come here, Hannah."
She went eagerly to his side. This sort of game made it all very simple. She knew how to do this—and how to do it well.
Vincent said nothing more. He removed each item of her clothing, his hands running over her body and exploring her piece by piece as she was slowly exposed to him. All she could do was fight her body for control and try to stay still while he teased her.
Eventually her knickers joined the rest of her clothes on the floor and she stood naked. His hands didn't stop exploring her, finding each little point which made her squirm. If he'd tied her up already she could have relied on the bondage to support her submission. If his touch was rough it would have reminded her to say where she was or face a harsh punishment. Gentleness and freedom tempted her to move and reach for Vincent.
Finally she couldn't take his frustrating touches any longer. “P-p-please?"
Victory shone in Vincent's eyes. “You can have whatever you want, Hannah, you just have to tell me."
Hannah touched the wire he'd tied to the hook. “T-t-tie m-me up?"
In moments her hands were secured to the door and she was helpless. A calm settled inside Hannah. She smiled an invitation to Vincent, sure everything would be okay now. He smiled back and kissed her—just a teasing brush of lips before he pulled back.
"Not this time,” he said. “This time I want to feel every inch of your skin against me."
He started to shrug off his clothes. Hannah hadn't actually seen him naked before. She watched as his body was revealed to her. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He was wonderfully built. She tugged at the cable around her wrists, wanting to reach out and touch him, to run her hands over each line of muscle he revealed to her.
Vincent caught the move from the corner of his eye. He grinned and kicked the rest of his clothes off. In moments he was back at her side. The hook held her hands in place high above her head, her fists clenched as she fought to stay still.
He put his hands around her waist and turned her around. The slack in the cable just about allowed him to turn her to face the door.
Hannah looked over her shoulder at him. “W-what...?” she managed. Surely that had to be enough to make him understand what she wanted to know.
"Like this,” he said. “This time, like this. You can play the choreographer in the morning."
She frowned at the door.
"I will be here in the morning,” he said firmly, lining his body up behind her.
She felt his body against her from top to toe—all hot skin stretched taut over hard muscles. She nodded her acceptance, eager to feel him again
st her all the way into the night and straight through until the morning.
Vincent kissed her neck. She leaned back against his body as his hands roamed over her stomach, up to caress her breasts, then lower to slide over the tops of her thighs.
Hannah pressed back against him, spreading her legs in encouragement. His erection felt great pressed against her buttocks, but it would feel a hell of a lot better buried deep inside her.
She wriggled against him, but he seemed determined not to rush. “Have you always been silent, or did you teach yourself not to scream?” he whispered in her ear.
His fingers found her clit and Hannah quickly fell past the point of lying.
"L-l-learnt,” she confessed, gasping halfway through the word when he sped up the little circles his fingers made around her clitoris.
"If you'll scream for me I'll let you come,” he offered.
Hannah let out a whimper.
"That's a good start, sweetheart,” he told her.
It wasn't just the start, it was all she could manage right then. Hannah moaned in frustration rather than pleasure. She'd worked so hard in training herself to be quiet, she didn't have the first clue how to undo her silence.
"It's okay,” he told her softly.
For a moment his body disappeared from behind her. Before she could look over her shoulder, he was back and the texture brushing against her buttocks was latex rather than bare flesh.
Silence made submission easy—being told to speak made it too easy to say the wrong thing. “W-w-want,” she demanded, pushing back against him.
Vincent guided himself into her slit, penetrating her inch by glorious inch. Hannah rose up on her tiptoes and lowered herself back down, trying to ride him as best she could.
His fingers dipped between her legs again and took up those frustrating little circles. She managed a gasp. It sounded incredibly loud in the silence of the room.
"Good girl,” Vincent whispered. “Do you want to come, Hannah?"
She nodded desperately, as he pushed into her again.
"Let me hear you."
She whimpered.
"Louder for me, sweetheart. Tell me I'm not just some guy you'll let into your life for a night. Trust me, Hannah. Belong to your new master."
His fingers pinched her clit. A perfect shot of pain and pleasure flooded through her body.
It was hardly a scream, but the strangled, gasping cry was apparently good enough for Vincent, and that was all that mattered. His fingers worked ferociously on her clit. His shaft filled her, stretching her slit and pressing against the sensitive little spot inside her until she bucked helplessly into her orgasm.
Vincent wrapped his arms around her, holding her up as he followed her into his own shuddering climax.
As their breaths slowed and returned to something approaching normal, he reached up and undid the cable around her wrists. Hannah braced herself against the door. Even free, she wasn't confident in her ability to support her own weight if she tried to move, but Vincent took away the option to stay where she was.
He walked her backwards towards the bed and collapsed into a sprawling heap onto the mattress next to her. Shuffling across the cool cotton until her head rested on the furthest pillow, Hannah watched Vincent lethargically drag himself up to the other pillow.
They lay for a long time on top of the blankets, letting the air cool their heated skin. She let her eyes roam over his body as they rested. Only lethargy prevented her from trailing her hands over his body too. When she looked back up to his eyes, he was watching her study of his body with obvious amusement.
Hannah blushed and looked at the empty bit of sheet that lay between them.
"M-my new m-m,” she trailed off. It was the most important word a submissive could say and it was always the hardest for her force past her lips.
Vincent didn't say anything. He had to know what she was trying to say, but he didn't finish off the word for her. A glance up to his eyes and she realised he had no intention of helping her out. He wanted to hear her say it and the look in his eyes told her he didn't care how long it took her, or how many stutters it contained. He would wait. He would have that word from her.
"M-my new m-m-master?” That was what he said he was. She hadn't imagined those words falling from his lips.
Vincent stroked her cheek. “Yes, Hannah. That's what I want."
She looked down at the sheet again, willing to talk but not sure what she should say. Finally she nodded.
He coaxed her to look up.
Hannah saw what he wanted from her. She took a deep breath and nodded again. “I'd l-like you to b-be my new m-m-master, V-V-Vincent."
He smiled at her and ran his thumb across her lips as if he loved every stuttered word that fell from them. “I think that sounds like a very good idea, Hannah,” he told her. “In fact, I don't think I've ever heard anyone say anything quite so beautiful quite so perfectly."
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About the Author
Kim is 25 years old, from a small town in South Wales.
After writing for years, Kim is finally editing some of the stories to share with the rest of the world. Kim writes both male/male and male/female stories that range from the dark and paranormal right through to the lighter, funnier side of life.
The only thing every story contains is a happy ever after for the two (or more!) characters that deserve it most. Oh, and kinky sex—there's always plenty of that too—but Kim takes no responsibility for any of that. It's all the characters’ fault. Honest...
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