by Flite, Nora
Soft nylon, the texture was pleasant where it touched me. Again, he wound the ends across my flesh. Soon, my chest was circled tight, the ropes pushing my breasts out in obscene, swollen shapes.
In the mirror, I saw the deep pink color of my nipples, watched them grow harder as I stared.
“You appreciate the art, I take it,” he said. Chuckling, he rolled a fingertip down my shoulder until he brushed the sensitive tip of my right nipple. Both of us watched how I whimpered; I couldn't control my reaction. “Yes,” he purred, “The ropes draw sensation to the areas they choke. You'll feel everything more intensely.”
How could this get more intense?
Coiling the ropes around my waist, he layered them around my hips. Lower he went, binding my knees, my ankles. When he came back up, tucking the cord between the V of my legs, I gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want. I thought that was clear.” The rope was yanked, threading through my slit and the cleft of my ass. It nestled intimately, and as I shifted helplessly, I bit back a moan. In spite of everything, the bondage was turning me on.
Seth hoisted the rope upwards until I felt him tying it behind my shoulder blades. The knot he'd formed between my thighs was wide. It ran along my lower lips, digging into my pussy.
With how my legs were bound, ankles clasped and knees touching, I could hardly move.
But I could wiggle—why had he left me any freedom at all?
“You're so gorgeous when you're trapped,” he whispered, lips kissing my earlobe. My eyes shut, pleasure forcing me to flutter into a delightful daze. It wasn't something he'd let me escape into, though. Seth had plans.
He decided to remind me of them.
One hand came down, slapping sharply on my nipple. “Ah!” I shouted, staring at him in shock. He did it again, harder, and I convulsed. Stretching forward, my hips arched on impulse. The pressure on the ropes shifted, the massive knot digging into my pussy.
Right into my clit.
Gasping, I twitched violently, but that just made the soft nylon tighten more. Seth had tied the ropes in such a way that any movement I made caused the knot to slide deeper, rougher, unrelenting over my swollen nub.
“How?” I blurted, fighting not to move any more. Already, the sensation of having my pussy rubbed was making me wet.
“Do you like it?” Bending low, he nuzzled my chest. Tingles erupted down my spine. Blood had engorged my breasts, everything he did was felt ten-fold. “When you move, the ropes squeeze harder. In turn... they feel even better. I can already smell how excited you are.”
Blushing at his observation, I started panting. Sweat glided down my ribs. “Untie me, it's too much!”
“You've forgotten our agreement.” With both hands he thumbed my nipples. I braced myself, throwing my head back. Willing myself to freeze, I flexed my toes until they cramped. “Watching you fight gets my cock rock hard, did you know that?”
His words were too much.
With pressure mounting in my belly, I thrust into the knots. They did their job, gliding over my clit again and again, sending me into new spasms. Resisting was impossible; at this rate, the ropes would make me come.
Humping the air, I moaned like I was in heat. Fuck, I felt like I was in heat! Seth had my body thrumming, the bonds forcing pleasure out of me whether I wanted it or not.
Why am I fighting this? I wondered. I can't remember why I'm resisting.
I'd been depressed when Seth had banished me from his home. I'd wanted more of him, more of this. Now, I was getting it in spades.
What gall did I have to complain?
Seth had vanished, but I didn't notice. Not until the strands of leather slapped over my ass. Squealing, I flooded with pain and blinding warmth from grinding into the ropes.
Behind me, there was fire—the kind that seared.
In front of me, there was fire as well. But this one brought glory, it licked at my thighs and drove me mad.
“Fuck,” he hissed, uncharacteristically crass. “Seeing you writhe is addicting.”
I bit my tongue as another lash hit my skin. Colors rolled through my skull. In the mirror, I saw how I glowed. Sweat poured everywhere, my hair sticking to my forehead.
I can't take this!
The flogger kept on, assaulting me with precision. Seth knew where to attack, leaving me lost in a sea that ate away at my mind. Pain, pleasure, what was the difference?
“It's too much!” All the rebellion fled me. It flooded away as easily as the juices from my pussy. “I give up!” I cried. “No more, you win, just stop!”
Seth circled around, facing me. I hung my head, gasping for air, but he gripped my chin and pulled me back up. He was so close, I saw every eyelash over his explosive stare. “Sweetness, you misunderstand. This isn't about winning or making you beg. This is about what I want... and I want to make you sing.”
For the first time, I saw a flash of the monster that slept inside of him.
Bending low, he ran his tongue over one sensitive nipple. I keened loudly, thrusting my hips forward as my thighs clenched. This was true control—Seth commanded every inch of my body.
My mind.
Nothing was safe from him. If he wanted to leave me in a shattered pile, he could. We both knew that, now.
I imagine he always knew.
I was foolish, I thought through my haze. I thought I could handle him.
Seth was not someone meant to be handled.
Only survived.
He nibbled my breast, thumbing the other with growing need. His torso rocked against my hip, the hard shape of his erection bumping me. That added to my lust, hot ripples running from my heart to my cunt.
“Do you want to come?” he whispered, two fingers outlining the rope as he ran his palm down my belly. He brushed right above my pussy, flicking the soaked knot gently. Still, I felt the echo of his thump through the rope, right against my clit.
My lungs expanded, pushing my ribs to their limit.
Again, he snapped the rope. “Do you want to come?” It was a demand, words that carved right into my soul. If someone had opened me up right then, they'd have found the perverse question tattooed forever in my flesh.
Did I want to come?
This went beyond want.
My whole being was raging, heated and sweating and so alive it was hurting me. The unrelenting rubbing over my pussy was maddening. The throbbing in my trapped breasts kept me awake.
Seth curled his hand in my hair, forcing me to look at him. Even his grip, causing my scalp to burn, was making me swim in delirious arousal. “Say it. Say you want to come. Beg for me. Show me how much you want this.”
Everything he spoke was a command. I was foggy, but even so, my mind snatched at what he'd said. He wants me to show him? Hadn't I done that already? Wasn't being here enough?
I'd risked my future by coming to this place each and every night. I'd broken the rules, fought with everything to make him see I wanted to belong to him.
Only him.
How dare he ask me to show him what I want?
Gritting my teeth, I lifted my eyes. He sensed my defiance, and I enjoyed the brief flicker of surprise on his beautiful face. “No,” I said flatly. “I'm not begging for anything. Not anymore.”
Seth's lips twitched at the edges. I expected him to frown, but his languid smile sent trembles into my heart. “You still have some fight in you. Good.”
Hooking the rope between my thighs, he pulled it, ground it roughly against my engorged nub. It should have hurt, I wished it had.
Pleasure swelled in me, my pussy clenching around nothing, my belly fluttering with a nearby orgasm.
He'd taken me to the edge so quick. So easily.
My defiance meant nothing.
Chuckling, he reached around, cupping my ass. We were bent together like a pair of dancers, his breath on my temple. “Go on, keep denying it. Try not to come like the helpless slave you are. You'll never hold out. Your body belongs to me,
Ms. Starling. You're mine... every part of you.”
Perhaps I was really losing it, because I thought there was a sense of desperation in his voice. The way his breath hitched, quickening... it wasn't the flat, ultimate calm I knew him for.
The flogger was back, he spanked me with it as he cradled me to his chest. The strikes were brisk, but they never lingered. Each one made me flex against him, driving the ropes deeper, pushing the flames in my core higher.
His cock was solid against my thigh, its presence adding to my fervor.
The fibers in my back ached, my calves knotting from how I strained. Every noise I made was a whimper, or a throaty groan. Seth really did know me; what I wanted, what I needed...
He knew it better than I did.
Wriggling in my bonds, the immense pressure of my orgasm began to mount. It was a tidal wave, roaring through me with every tiny twitch of my body. The ropes trapped my clit, grinding it over and over.
Redness flushed across my chest; I started to shake. Seth squeezed my jaw, making me look forward—right at the mirror. “Watch yourself,” he whispered. “I want you to see how amazing you look when you give in.”
My lashes flickered, but I didn't close my eyes.
I wanted to—I thought I wanted to.
I didn't know anymore.
Seth had turned me into a blank slate that had simple, basic needs.
The flogger came down one more time, caressing my tingling ass. The final arch of my hips doomed me.
“Aah!” I gasped, my lips numb, hanging open. Furious heat slammed into me. My muscles tightened as I came. In my ear, Seth moaned. He was relishing how I'd lost control, coming in the bondage he'd crafted for me.
Waves of pleasure turned me pink. In the mirror, I saw my slack jaw, the sparkles in my eyes. I writhed obscenely, my inner thighs shiny from my release. It was humiliating, but also... so much more.
Seth wasn't wrong. When I looked at myself like this, there was a beauty to it. A celebration of trust. I'd let him do all of this to me. I'd agreed to it from the start.
The reward for such obedience was humbling.
“Perfect,” he purred. “You're so god damn perfect.”
I couldn't talk. The ropes were still digging into me, never letting up. They didn't care that I'd just come; they had me in their grasp, and they were unrelenting. “Help,” I whispered pitifully as a new wave of hot pleasure strangled me. “Fuck, take them off, I can't... I...”
“Can't what? Handle more?” Laughing, he kissed my cheek. “I think you can. I've seen it.”
Blood pounded in my ears. The room swam, and I rolled my hips like a stripper on a stage. I was coming again before I could prepare, the ropes forcing me without caring what I wanted.
Sobbing, I threw my head back. “Fuck! I—this—aah!” Colors blurred, I was a wet, convulsing mess. My world centered in on my pussy, the heat there burning through my consciousness.
could do nothing but come, even when I was sure it was too much.
Then, with one final, blurry look at my reflection...
I felt nothing more.
- Chapter Seventeen -
Naomi
Blackness choked me under.
It had arrived suddenly, stealing all sensation from me as I floated along. I only realized I'd passed out when I saw I was sitting naked on the floor.
Confused, I lifted my head, my returning senses telling me how sore I was. Around me, there was warmth; a pair of arms, holding me against a solid chest. Seth's forehead rested on the side of my skull, his legs stretching on either side of me.
“Seth?” I asked, shaking the cotton from my brain.
“Naomi. I'm... sorry.”
I was sure I'd heard him wrong. Not just the apology.
He'd called me Naomi.
Not Ms. Starling.
Not even Opal.
What had happened while I was unconscious?
His presence was smothering me; I was slick with old sweat and in no state to make sense of anything. Twisting, I tried to get him to look me in the eye. “You're sorry for what, punishing me?”
Seth met my stare, turmoil in his rich blue irises. “No. I loved every moment of that.”
Hugging myself, I grazed a mild mark across my chest from the ropes. It would fade, I could tell he'd tied me up with care. If he isn't apologizing for doing this, then... I needed to understand what he was trying to say. “What do you have to be sorry for?”
“Days ago,” he said gently. “Upstairs, the night I lashed out and banished you. I'm sorry for all of that.”
Am I dreaming? Or just going nuts? “You don't need to apologize. It made sense for you to be so angry.” Finally given a chance to explain everything, I pushed on. “But what I did was an accident! I never meant to cause so much trouble.”
“It was no accident. What you did was deliberate. Breaking the rules, going through that door... You changed everything.” He adjusted me in his lap. His eyes were as molten as silver, coating my soul.
I shivered violently. “You told me I almost ruined everything.”
Scowling, he shook his head side to side. “I was a fool, scared of losing the world I'd built for myself. Furious that I was falling for a woman who could expose me entirely.”
Falling for me.
The rest of his tirade sank in. “I wouldn't!” Leaning up, my forehead touched his chin. “I would never tell anyone what goes on down here, Seth. I really wouldn't. All of it... it means everything to me, too.”
It's true. My body was pulsating. Everything was pulsating. Becoming Opal, it gave me an opportunity at a new life. A new existence.
And I want it back.
Hesitating, studying the curve of his mouth, I dropped my voice. “You mean everything to me, Master Onyx.”
Saying that name was like invoking a demon.
Crushing his lips to mine, he shoved me against the floor. Seth trapped me, held me in place so he could remind me of all the things about him that I needed.
The kiss was long, it had my lungs screaming. When he finally pulled away, air was rasping through his clenched teeth. The gleam in his eyes, I knew it was reflected in mine. “You mean that, don't you?” he whispered.
“Of course, I could never lie to you!”
His smile was indulgent, it soon became a sneer. “No. You couldn't.”
Seth lacked the slow, cool collection he'd wielded in the past. Here, with my feelings so naked, he was ravenous.
His fingers clawed into my hair, capturing me securely. Teeth clamped on my earlobe, then rubbed down my silky throat. Everything he did made me groan, everything he was drove me wild.
Scrabbling to hold onto his back, I knew my brain was turning into pudding.
Pushing his chest against mine, Seth breathed in my scent. Hearing his greedy moan, it had my eyes rolling in my skull.
My hair was a tangle, falling across my breasts. I reached out, wanting to undo his shirt buttons. Instead, he straddled me and sat up, doing the job himself.
I didn't mind. He was much better, much more quick, than I would have been.
Seth crouched, rubbing his smooth chest over mine. I was still so sensitive from earlier, his minuscule movements had me whimpering.
Wrapping his lips around one firm nipple, he suckled me, my knees grinding together. Each tug at my breast made the walls of my pussy thrum, like they were connected by invisible threads.
He pet my areola, lazy circles that made me breathe faster. “Your body is so easy to read,” he whispered. Blowing cool air on the slickness of my damp nipple, he chuckled at my sharp gasp. “I love it, really.”
He... loves it?
Hooking his arms around my thighs, Seth lifted me until my ass was in the air, my slit inches from his lips. Staring straight into my face, he inhaled my scent loudly. Seeing the lust cross his expression, it cranked my arousal.
Running his tongue over my swollen lips, the man lapped at me like he was parched for water. Each stroke made me
cry out, my fingers digging into the floor.
Soft lips circled my pulsing clit, embracing it in luscious pleasure. I was sure I couldn't take any more. My flesh was tender from the bondage.
When he suddenly dipped his elegant fingers deep into my clenching tunnel, he showed me he knew better. Wriggling inside of me, Seth held me tight as I gyrated with wild passion.
My cunt rippled over his thrusting fingers. His face, when he smiled at me, was drenched. Oh god, my heart might explode!
The wetness was audible, his fingers slipping free. For a moment, I felt the aching pain of emptiness. Seth was fast, removing his belt and pants without issue.
Leaning down, he kissed me roughly. I tasted my own sweetness on his tongue. The plump tip of his cock was warm, the only warning he was about to shove himself deep into my eager pussy.
I braced myself, vibrating with desire for him to fill me.
Seth brushed his nose to mine, speaking soft, insistent. “Do you need me to fuck you?”
“I—yes, of course!” I was having trouble focusing.
“Then,” he said, bending to whisper into my ear, “I need you to do something for me.”
My mouth was dry, sticky. “Anything, just tell me!”
“Agree to be mine.” His cock slid along my slippery lips. “Agree to come back, to finish the mural... and to never break my rules again.” The more he talked, the greater my pussy ached. “Or, my sweet Opal, I will not fuck you. I will not give you the cock you so desperately need. What will it be?”
I looked at him squarely, my lips smiling upwards at one corner. I could see the confusion welling in his gaze. He needed an answer. “That's all? You didn't need to bribe me to get that. It's what I wanted all along, Master Onyx.”
His consternation melted, transformed into a thing of gluttony. Holding my shoulders, he pressed me into the floor, driving his entire length into me in one fierce stroke.
It was the answer we had both wanted.
I squealed, thrusting to meet him. The sound of our carnal dance filled the room, wet and desperate. His teeth found my throat, my nails dug into his sides. Whatever sharpness the pain delivered was muted by the delightful throes of heat rising in our centers.