by J. M. Witt
I felt him exhale a deep breath before he tilted my chin up and kissed me quickly. “I missed you, too, Blackbird. More than you know.” His arms circled around my waist as he stood to his full height. My arms moved to his shoulders and around his neck as I was lifted off the ground, concealing my face in his neck.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there just holding on to one another. This man owned me and it scared me to death. After a few minutes of figuring out our plans he decided to follow me back to my place.
When I pulled up in my driveway I saw a petite blonde walking out my front door. What the hell? I threw my car in park, blocking the foreign car in the driveway, and jumped out of my car. “Can I help you?”
“You must be Cassidy. Oh, James, there you are.” She walked over to James who was just getting off his bike, both of them completely ignoring me. Kissing him on the cheek, she said, “Everything is all set. I thought I had another day.” She gave him a scolding look. “You’re lucky I like you.” Playfully, she swatted his shoulder before I interrupted, ready to stake my claim.
“I’m sorry, but who the hell are you and what were you doing in my house?” She looked at me like I was the rudest person she’d met and before she could speak James interjected.
“Cassidy, this is Delaney. She’s an interior designer and a friend.” Delaney was scrolling through her phone like we didn’t exist.
“That’s nice, but that doesn’t explain why she was in my house.” That got her attention. James looked pleased with himself and Delaney looked offended.
Before I could say anymore, he thanked Delaney again and walked her to her car, holding her door for her before making his way back to me. “Are you going to let her leave or do I have to move your car for you?” He was all smiles.
I grunted loudly, got in my car and moved up far enough for her to pull out of my driveway. Once she had left me enough room I pulled into the drive, parked and got out. “What’s going on, James?” I was beyond annoyed and he could tell.
“It’s all good. Don’t worry. I didn’t redecorate the whole place, just made a few modifications.” He was looking haughty as he ushered me through the door.
“It doesn’t need any modifications.” He frowned down at me and I gave up the banter as we entered my house, too busy trying to see what the modifications were.
“Are you hungry?”
“Dammit, James. If you don’t tell me…” He started laughing before pulling me up the stairs behind him.
We reached my room and I walked in and immediately stopped in my tracks. My room had been completely transformed and smack in the middle was a brand new bed, a big four poster bed. The bedding was an exact replica of the bedding from his hotel, specifically the suite I stayed in. I was utterly speechless.
Walking to the bed, I took in the headboard. It appeared to be wrought iron, but was painted ivory with a gorgeous trellis design. I ran my hands over the luxurious comforter while still taking in all the metalwork. This was a bed you could tie someone to. The faint smell of paint lingered in the air and I realized there was a new color donning the walls. There were also some other new pieces of furniture. The bed had to be king sized. I didn’t think a bed this size could fit in here, but it did.
“How?”
“Do you like it?” He was grinning from ear to ear, just watching me take it all in.
“Seriously. It’s too much, James.” I was lost for words. How did he do this? “How? She did this in like 10 hours?”
“You’re spare key. I’ve had Delaney, Smith and Sabrina pulling strings since Monday to get it done. I’ll be lucky if Delaney works for me again, though I compensated her well for her time.” Looking at me like he was waiting for my approval I just shook my head. “Please tell me you were serious about wanting a bed for your birthday.”
I started laughing. “James, if I thought you were really going to give me anything I wanted I may have asked for a million dollars or maybe a Ford Mustang GT500.” The look on his face said he could do that, too. He started to speak when I motioned my fingers across my lips telling him to zip it. “It’s amazing, you’re amazing, and I’m suddenly ready for bed.” I winked at him and he grabbed my wrist before tackling me and throwing me on the bed.
Straddling my hips, he had my arms pinned above my head and he quickly looked very serious. “Do you trust me, Cassidy?” I let a chuckle slip before realizing that, given the look on his face, he wasn’t joking anymore. I simply nodded.
He started unbuttoning my shirt before removing it from me. He was silent and meticulous in his task. Once it was off he placed a hand just above my breast bone and slowly trailed it down to my navel as my breathing quickened. He discarded my heels and skirt next. Groaning, he traced the lace lining on the hips of the new panties I was wearing; ones he had purchased for me. My hips lifted, seeking more of his touch.
“In due time, baby.” He inched his way back up my body before whispering to me, “Roll over.”
Once I was on my stomach, he began trailing feather light kisses down and across my back. I couldn’t help but move my shoulders at the sensation.
“Don’t move.”
I felt the weight of his body leave the bed and heard the shuffling of clothes hitting the floor followed by more movement. His weight returned to the bed and I sighed as I felt the heat of his naked chest against my back.
Rolling to my side he whispered in my ear, “Get on your knees.”
I obeyed without a second thought. Once I was on my knees, I turned my head to look at him and my sight was taken from me. The feel of a cool satin blindfold covered my eyes. “Oh.”
“Shhh, you’re safe.” My nipples immediately hardened as I felt the cool air dance across my breasts after he removed my bra. Running a finger over my ribcage and tattoo, he caused my breath to catch. He then gently took my wrists and placed my hands high up on the headboard.
He stood behind me when I felt him reach around me, and I felt something soft and smooth encircle my wrists. I should’ve felt panicked, but I was surprisingly calm and wet. James tied me to the headboard; I knew this when I felt him tug on my binds. Slowly, he ran his hands down my arms, grazing my breasts as he continued down to my waist, past my hips and down to my knees. I couldn’t contain the shivers that passed over me.
His hands made their way up to the waistband of my panties and began to slip inside as I stiffened. “Shit.” I said it louder than I anticipated and I felt him still.
“What’s wrong, Cassidy?” His hands were on my waist as his breath hit my cheek.
“I, um, well.” This was not the conversation I wanted to be having.
“What is it, baby? I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was calming and reassuring.
“It’s that time of the month.” I was mortified.
“You’re what?”
“For God sakes, James, I’m on my period.” He grew silent. “I should be done later today or tomorrow.”
“It’s fine. I can work around that. These can stay on, for now.” He circled my ass with his palms through my underwear. “Now, relax.” He started caressing my back again and the warmth seeped back into me. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
Goose bumps washed like a wave over my body. I had fantasized about this for so long, if only to experience it once, owning a collection of books on my e-reader, some fiction and some not. I was completely enraptured with kink, BDSM and the Dom/sub relationship, believing that I myself might have a bit of ‘sub’ in me. But how does one go about finding these things out? I hadn’t ever considered it would have ever happened for me. I nodded my head.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “How do you know?” His breath hit my cheek and I couldn’t quite ascertain if he was angry or enthralled.
Stuttering before I could properly put the words together, I explained to him that I had a collection of books on the topic. I told him about my curiosity and I swear I felt his lips curl into a smile against my neck.
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bsp; “Have you ever been whipped, Cassidy?” I shook my head no. “Spanked?” I gave the same answer. “Have you ever been tied up?” Again, same answer. “Do you fantasize about it, Cassidy? You can tell me.” This time I hesitantly whispered my reply and nodded my head. “I’m honored to be your first and your teacher. Are you prepared to be my student?” His hot breath was blowing in my ear again and it sent pools of warmth between my thighs.
I trembled again as his hands sent ripples of pleasure all over my naked flesh. “Yes, only you.”
“Good girl. Only with me. Do you have a safe word? If not, I can give you one.” He tugged on my hair again.
“Rainbow.” My breath was coming fast as he took my ear in his mouth.
“Only with me.”
My body felt his sudden absence and I heard him moving around the room again. Soon the enchanting tones of Enigma were filling the air. I wanted to laugh at his choice, but their music was quite hypnotizing. His hands were gathering my hair as he pulled it back, braided it and tied it off once he joined me back on the bed.
“I’ve waited for this day. I knew it since that first night I saw you. My imagination didn’t do you justice.” He kissed my shoulder and then he was gone again. I wasn’t quite sure what he was referring to when he said he ‘knew it’.
My senses were in hyper drive as I worked on getting my breathing under control. The faint click of a lighter told me he was lighting candles and his footsteps picked up again. I heard him place some things on the nightstand; I could only begin to imagine what those items were. My ears became sensitive and I could hear the occasional car drive down the road and kids giggling in the distance. I pulled my focus back to the music and was startled back to attention when I heard a piercing ‘smack’ echo through the air. I inhaled sharply, wondering what that smack was—a paddle, crop, or whip—I had no idea, and in turn grasped the headboard as I felt something cool and hard up run up the insole of my foot.
“Relax. Don’t move. You must obey me in all things, Cassidy.”
It was an order, not a request, and when my breathing slowed the sensation continued up my calf and to my thigh. He ran it to my inner thigh and across the center of my panties as I moaned trying to get closer. Smack.
“Be still, Cassidy.” I felt his hot hand soothing the spot on my thigh he had just whipped. It took every fiber of my being to hold still. My entire thigh was tingling with pain and pleasure and the sensation was spreading out from the point of contact. “You’re coloring is exceptional.” His voice was husky and low and had me panting. “I want you to focus on your breathing, understood?” I confirmed with a nod.
The caress from his tool of choice began again. He started at the insole of my other foot and worked his way up my leg till he was rubbing my lips through my panties. I was convinced he must be able to see me pulsing through them. Moaning impatiently, he moved and began circling my buttocks before moving up my spine. It was sweet torture and I knew it had only just begun. His weight shifted, his hand cupping my chin, pulling up and back. My cheek was placed against the warmth of his abdomen and I was aware of his erection just below before feeling the cool tip of his device slide over the top of my breasts. I shivered in response and heard his growl above me as my nipples puckered.
The smack that came to the back of my thigh was welcome misery. I groaned, reveling in the wonderful sensations it sent vibrating through me. “Does it feel good, Cassidy?”
“Yes.” My voice was barely audible.
“I know it does. Spread your legs wider.”
I did his bidding and felt the burn begin in my thighs from kneeling in this position. The light caress of a feather started its torturous journey across my abdomen. I wanted nothing more than to clamp my legs together. The feather began gliding along my inner thighs and the drumming in my core was more intense. His hot breath weaved its way from below my ear, down and across my shoulder and then he repeated the action on my other shoulder. Then it was with cool breath he played his game and then again with his flaming tongue. He was driving me mad, the feather still between my thighs and grazing my panties.
His torture was sweet and masterful as I began to shake. My body was tensing and relaxing over and over as my impending orgasm rose on the horizon. Just from touch, I had never experienced anything like this, so intense. His fingers were tip-toeing their way up my spine to the base of my neck before he wrapped my braid around his hand and pulled me back again. My scalp was tingling, and the warmth emanating from him along with his scent was intoxicating.
It was then he removed my blindfold and I was greeted by almost complete darkness, the room lit by a single candle. I had trouble focusing and felt tipsy, like I had one too many drinks. I closed my eyes in hopes it would help me to regain my bearings. James was on his knees behind me and I felt him bend lower. The distinct feel of his erection between my legs nearly sent me over the edge. He was thrusting against my satin and lace covered mound with ease. “Oh, God.” My head went slack against his shoulder.
He groaned before purring in my ear, “You’re doing very well for your first time. You’re close, aren’t you?” Before I could respond he removed himself from behind me, and if not for my bound arms, I would have fallen to the bed below me.
“Stand up.” By some miracle, I managed to stand and turned my head to look at him. He was in all his glory; naked and fisting his erect penis and I wanted to kneel at his feet. His eyes were boring a hole into me, “Do you like what you see?”
My eyes traveled the expanse of his body again as I replied, “Yes.”
The candlelight danced over his skin. His hair was tied back and that was the only thing that disappointed me. He released his shaft and climbed the bed to stand behind me. He untied my wrists and then began rubbing them. Turning me to face him our bodies were barely touching. His face neared mine and I was hungry to taste him.
“James?” I was desperate, but he put his index finger on my lips and shook his head.
“Back on your knees.”
He held my hands to steady me as I knelt before him, his erection taunting me. I looked up to him and his eyes gave nothing away. We stood this way for what felt like hours.
Finally he rewarded me with speech, “Good girl,” as he cupped my cheek. “Your control and obedience are exceptional.” I half smiled, wondering what he would do next. Grabbing his penis once again, “Keep your hands on your knees.” He ran the silky tip of his erection across my lips once and did it again as I let my tongue slip out. He inhaled sharply. “Cassidy!”
I pulled my tongue back in my mouth and our gazes meet again. “Sorry.” But I wasn’t sorry, not one bit, and he knew it.
“Open up.” As I opened my mouth, he placed the head of his cock between my lips. “Suck me.” I was more than eager to oblige, taking him in as far as I could without gagging, and started circling my tongue round and round while sucking. “Jesus, woman.” He was fisting the base when I felt the bed jump. I averted my eyes to see his other hand was bracing the headboard behind me. His eyes were closed and he looked to be in agony, sweet agony. Pulling my lips back to his tip I dove onto his length over and over again as his hips gently rocked in unison with my motions. Feeling brave, I took a chance and gently grazed him with my teeth. I could feel him pulse against my tongue and I moaned. “You’ll be my undoing, woman.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or at me.
The pulsing of his cock increased against my tongue, telling me he was close. Just when I thought he would reward me with his release, he pulled out of my mouth and dropped to his knees. Instead, he grabbed my face and rewarded me with a brutal, all-consuming kiss as my nails dug into my thighs. Moaning, our tongues were dueling, our lips sucking and our teeth were nipping.
“More.”
I wasn’t sure what I was asking for more of but I felt him smile against my lips. He abruptly pulled away from me again and left the bed. I looked to my new nightstand and noticed it had three large drawers. On top was a large white feat
her with a silver handle, a black and red riding crop and the blindfold. My nipples hardened as I gazed knowingly on the tools he used on me.
“Come here.” Standing at the end of the bed, he motioned me toward him. I scooted down to join him. When I placed my feet on the floor to stand, my legs were like rubber and gave way under my weight. He braced me before I fell and got on his knees in front of me and began rubbing my legs vigorously while I held onto his shoulders. “Take some deep breaths. We just need to get the blood flowing through them again.”
“Mmmm, that feels good.” My head fell to the side and rested against one of the bed posts as I closed my eyes to savor his touch.
“Better?” Opening my eyes and smiling, I nodded at him. “You’re exquisite.”
Once he stood, he kissed my forehead while I inhaled his intoxicating male scent deeply. His hands circled my waist before he spun me around, looping his arms around my chest. He was sending my nerve endings into overdrive as he caressed my rib cage, which we’ve both learned is an extremely sensitive pleasure point for me. I twitched and moaned against him as waves of pleasure teased me.
“I love what my touch does to you.” He started biting the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder.
“Only your touch.” I was out of breath and my brain was hazy.
“Yes, only my touch.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it to the post closest to us. “Hold on and don’t let go.” Positioning me with my back to him, he spread my legs and pulled my hips back before rubbing my ass. SMACK! I inhaled sharply as the burn spread out over my flesh. I watched as he walked to the nightstand and grabbed the crop and feather. He smiled wickedly before he disappeared behind me. “Don’t move.”
Taking a calming breath I felt the feather moving down my spine, and in the same instant the sting of the crop met my skin. Soon the feather was smoothing over where the crop had stamped its mark on my delicate flesh. The cycle repeated over and over until I lost count, never imagining I could get pleasure from this activity, but I did.