The Initiation of Isabella: A Binding Ties story

by Jenna Ives

  This time she did howl. This was outrageous, and it hurt, dammit! But now, after the second blow, he took the handle of the whip and gently ran it along the length of her cleft, while his other hand once again stroked the pain away from her burning rear cheeks. The thick leather handle of the whip had full access to her body since her legs were spread so wide, and it rubbed teasingly along her nether lips, pausing provocatively at her woman’s center before dipping just inside her.

  Isabella gasped. What kind of punishment was this? The pain of the whip’s tip…replaced quickly by the pleasure of its handle.

  Again Mr. S removed his hand, and again the whip quickly came down. But this time, Isabella only clenched her jaw against the stinging pain and waited for the pleasure she knew would come. And this time, as he ran the handle of the whip along her cleft, he let it slip deeper inside her body. She froze, and so did he, holding the handle perfectly still.

  She was afraid to move, afraid of what he’d do next, while another part of her was afraid he might stop. A kind of carnal curiosity gripped her. She wanted this, wanted everything he could give her. She forced out a breath and tried to relax, to trust him.

  After a moment, he slowly eased the whip handle even deeper inside her, twisting it this time as he went. Her body jerked with surprised pleasure as the roughened nubby leather sent unexpected sensations shooting throughout her insides. The bumpy ridges of the handle felt like a secret hand stroking her from the inside, touching her in places she could never reach herself. Its rough friction was delicious, making her moan loud and deep in her throat. Given that encouragement, Mr. S rhythmically began to slide the whip handle in and out of her body, slowly at first and then faster, twisting it as he went, altering the angle up or down to change the potency of the stroke. Her body bucked wildly in response to his actions, the pleasure so intense she could barely breathe. He was sending her straight into the stratosphere with these unbelievable sensations, and she seemed to have no control over her writhing body.

  The pleasure built until she felt sure she was going to explode, to come even quicker than before, but an instant before she reached that critical point, he eased the handle out of her to rub it up against her clitoris. She tried to catch her breath, lamenting the loss of the whip inside her, but realizing just how wet she’d become by how easily the handle glided along her body. How did Mr. S do it? Did he know every secret to stimulate a woman? How could she possibly be ready to come again, wanting it so soon—and so badly—after such a monumental climax less than ten minutes ago?

  But obviously he was ready, too. Suddenly the whip handle was gone, and what she felt now was definitely his hard, thick cock inching its way into her body. Deeply. Easily as deep as the whip handle had gone. And oh, this felt so much better, because it was him—his cock inside her, his body joined with hers. She pushed her fingers against the wall in an effort to force her body down, to impale herself more deeply onto him. He gasped in surprise, and then grunted in obvious approval. He took advantage of her splayed position, caressing her left breast with one hand, tugging at her excited nipple, while his other hand came around to stroke between her legs, pulling at her sensitive button as his cock thrust into her deeply, over and over.

  God, it felt so good! She was at the mercy of his expert cock and his clever fingers, and she felt the blissful pressure building quickly again. She’d been so close to coming when the whip had been inside her, so primed and ready, that now it only took a moment of him thrusting into her before she broke apart in a violent, head-spinning climax, her body spasming powerfully, clutching wildly at him. The feeling was so intense that she could only gasp helplessly as dozens of tingling aftershocks shot through her.

  She never knew a woman’s body was capable of such a cataclysmic response.

  She cursed the gag that stifled her cries of pleasure, wanting to tell Mr. S exactly how incredible he was, wanting absurdly to thank him for these amazing experiences tonight. She had no idea how much time passed as she dragged in great lungfuls of air and struggled to come back down to earth, grateful to be able to lean against the bar at her waist, which took some of the weight off her rubbery legs.

  Who was this extraordinary man?

  She felt his hot breath on her back, coming in quick pants. He rested his forehead against her shoulder blade, as if trying to recover his own breath. A deep flush came over Isabella. Had he been as deeply affected by this punishment as she’d been?

  Before she could even take a moment to consider it, he ground his still rock-hard cock into her, just once.

  “Obviously you like being punished, being at my mercy,” he rasped huskily in her ear. “But now it seems that I’m the one being punished. You’ve had your satisfaction twice now and I’m still waiting. That’s not exactly fair, is it?”

  Chapter Seven

  Logan took a moment to catch his racing breath.

  This woman was such an enigma! She’d fought him during their first scenario then ended up wrapping her legs around his waist, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. She’d struggled just now when he’d started to punish her, and then had practically impaled herself on his cock to take every last inch of him she could get.

  It was almost like she was a virgin—skittish at first to the things he did, but then finding her pleasure, and wanting more of it. She’d turned eager, avid by the end of each session. Voracious and even vocal about it. Oh yes, he’d definitely heard the screams of pleasure her gag couldn’t quite stifle.

  He simply couldn’t figure her out.

  Was she really a thirty-two-year-old business executive acting like a naïve schoolgirl? She had handpicked these four licentious scenarios, and yet she acted like they were a complete surprise to her. Unknown. Unexpected.

  But she was so wildly abandoned in her response to them, so honest and open in her reactions, that it excited the hell out of him. He felt a rush of longing he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. It was more than desire, more than just lust. He wanted to call this whole thing off, cancel tonight’s session, and just stop to take the time to get to know this mysterious woman. Then take his time while pleasuring her, instead of moving so quickly from scenario to scenario. Even now, he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and taste her in this incredibly erotic position, to savor her and see exactly how much he’d satisfied her.

  She was the most beautiful, sensual woman he’d ever met.

  He shook his head to clear it. Christ almighty, what an imagination he had! She was simply a client who had hired him to do a job and he had an obligation to do it. That was the basic truth here. Nothing else mattered. He had to stop trying to analyze her reactions to him, stop projecting his own wishes and desires on her.

  Still, he couldn’t seem to stop his gut from arguing with his head. Was she simply a jaded actress or truly an innocent naïf?

  Well, after this next scenario, he’d probably have his answer.

  After one last, insistent thrust, Isabella felt Mr. S disengage himself from her body. A moment later, his hands stroked their way gently over her tender backside, and then slowly down her legs as he bent to free her feet from the stirrups. She struggled to straighten from her awkward position across the bar as he walked around to unhook her handcuffs from the wall.

  His last words rang ominously in her ears.

  You’ve had your satisfaction twice, but I’m still waiting. That’s not fair, is it?

  Would he take his satisfaction with her now? Would he finally come? She wondered how he would do it, exactly?

  A moment ago, she’d wanted to thank him for bringing her to this huge climax; maybe now she would get her chance. At the very least, it was clear their night of passion wasn’t over yet.

  She shivered with anticipation. Everything he’d done to her tonight had been shocking, outrageous, beyond anything she’d ever experienced. But with it had also come pleasure she’d never experienced before. Incredible pleasure. So much so that she was willing to let him lea
d her down whatever road he chose. She would not fight him this time, no matter what he was planning to do to her.

  Without saying a word, Mr. S hooked his fingers around the short chain between her handcuffs and guided her for several feet until they came to an abrupt stop.

  “Climb up,” he ordered.

  She reached out and her fingers found a hard structure. A bed? Her hands ran along it, measuring, assessing. No, not a bed, but rather a padded platform of some kind, not quite waist-high. Funny how much she could see just by using her fingertips.

  “Up,” he said again.

  As she obediently climbed onto it on her hand and knees, he grabbed her by the handcuffs, pulling her facedown horizontally across the padded surface, and hooked her cuffs into a latch on the opposite edge of the platform.

  And then he left her there to contemplate what was in store for her next.

  Logan moved to a side table, reaching for another condom while his eyes roamed appreciatively over the woman on the bed. She was the stuff of every man’s fantasy, lying helpless like that, chained as if she were some pagan sacrifice on an altar—his altar—all long legs, firm butt, full breasts and tousled blonde hair. Christ, he was so amped up after their two decadent scenes that if he ran his hand over his cock right now he would come just standing here looking at her.

  But she had just added another layer to her mystery. She hadn’t protested this time when he’d dragged her to the platform. What did it mean?

  He’d know in a moment.

  He quickly rid himself of the ribbed condom he’d used with her on the last two scenarios, ripped open the foil and rolled a new, smooth one onto himself. Strawberry flavored, for her pleasure. No, he amended, this next scenario was at her request, but it would be entirely for his pleasure. He allowed himself a small smile, and then moved to stand in front of her.

  “Up on your elbows,” he ordered.

  She tilted her head in question, but did as he asked, propping herself up at the edge of the platform.

  Cupping her chin with his hand, he slowly raised her head and stripped the surgical tape from her mouth. She gasped in surprise.

  “Now open your mouth.”

  She did, and he quickly slipped his cock inside it.

  She made a small choking sound, but he buried his hands in her hair, holding her head steady as he eased himself slowly out, and then back into her mouth. Letting her get accustomed to the length of him, the thick width of him.

  He felt it the instant her throat relaxed, and he eased himself in deeper, wanting to go as deeply as she could take him, even as his heart sank a little in disappointment. So. She really was the experienced woman-of-the-world, and not the naïve schoolgirl. His confusion had been just a flight of fancy, just wishful thinking on his part that she was a rare prize, a fresh, untutored, yet innately sensual woman. As he started to draw out of her mouth to start the slow, stroking motion that would bring him to his climax, he felt her mouth contract around him, trapping him.

  He frowned.

  What was this? He could feel her lips, the deep suction of her mouth holding him immobile, and he experienced a moment of pure panic, thinking back to how she’d tried to kick him in the balls earlier. Had he just put himself at grave physical risk by giving her access to the most vulnerable part of himself? Hell.

  He was about to jerk himself out of her mouth when he felt her slowly start to suck on him. Logan paused, waiting. These were not the strokes he expected, not the long, deep strokes a man expects during oral sex. No, this was something else entirely. They were quick, short, sharp jolts of pleasure. She was sucking him as a baby might suck its thumb. Strong, hard and fast. Her mouth was like a vise around him, a tight fit that trapped him with pleasure. Christ almighty, he’d never felt anything like this.

  She continued to suck him hard. He could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, the underside of his shaft caressed by her soft tongue, while the roof of her mouth worked magic everywhere else.

  He moaned loudly as she continued her unusual but highly effective assault on him. He twitched, he shuddered and he shook, completely unable to control the powerful reactions of his body. His hands fisted tightly in her hair, and he held on for dear life as her mouth drove him more and more wild. Was this pure instinct on her part, or had she learned this amazing technique somewhere else?

  Absurdly, he didn’t want to consider she might have learned this from someone else.

  God help him, but he wasn’t going to last more than a minute if she continued like this. His breathing was ragged, choppy, and his heart raced uncontrollably. His cock was literally on the verge of exploding. Ironic how the tables had turned so completely in just the last minute. She was still technically at his mercy, but she was the one who definitely had the power over him at this moment.

  Desperate to give himself the maximum amount of pleasure from this amazing experience, he reached frantically for her breasts, and stroked them hard as his control broke and he came in her mouth in wave after wave of fierce, jolting, earth-shaking pleasure.

  Bloody hell. Long after tonight was over, Logan knew he would never forget this woman’s amazing mouth.

  Isabella tried her best not to choke as Mr. S pushed his cock deeply down her throat one last time.

  Had she done this right? He’d obviously come, but he still seemed to be hard as a rock. Had she given him half as much pleasure as he’d given her?

  Had she thanked him as well as she’d wanted to?

  He pulled out of her mouth and she heard him fall to his knees, panting, struggling to catch his breath. He laid his forehead on her shoulder, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. The sensation was sweet, intimate, almost as if he had taken his pleasure in her mouth and was now taking comfort in her shoulder. It swelled her heart unexpectedly, and sent her mind off on another little fantasy. If they were boyfriend and girlfriend, she would definitely want him to collapse onto her shoulder just like this after they’d had sex. She would wrap him gently in her arms and hold him close.

  He stayed nestled against her neck until his breathing returned to normal.

  “That was—incredible,” he groaned into her ear, his voice raspy. “Unbelievable.”

  She felt pleased that she could satisfy someone obviously so well versed as he was in sex games, but she wished she didn’t have this damned blindfold on—she wanted to see what satisfaction looked like in his amazing blue eyes. Instead, she smiled and gently rubbed her cheek against his head, careful not to answer him, for fear it might remind him that he had removed her gag.

  Eventually, though, he raised his head and got to his feet.

  She sighed. If this was the end of their night together, then she was glad that at least it had been a mutually satisfying experience. With a twinge of sadness, she waited to hear the words announcing that their time was over.

  But once again he surprised her.

  “This next one’s for you, sweetheart,” he said, with an odd sound of promise in his voice. “Just give me a minute for a slight change of plans.”

  Chapter Eight

  Next one?

  Isabella’s head jerked up, but the silence told her that Mr. S had already moved away. Maybe even left the room. She strained to hear, but there was no sound from him at all.

  She could hardly believe his words. There was going to be another session? How many had Mr. S’s mysterious woman paid for? How many times in one night could any woman conceivably have sex, for goodness sake? Or a man, for that matter?

  Wait a minute. Mr. S had still been hard when he’d pulled out of her mouth. Even after he’d come. They’d had sex three different ways, and he wasn’t flagging at all. She shook her head in wonder. His profession as a gigolo must require immense amounts of stamina. Either that, or she really excited him.

  She smiled at the incongruity of a gorgeous stud like Mr. S being sexually excited by staid little Isabella Tallin.

  The smile that played on h
er lips reminded her that he’d left her mouth ungagged. As if he trusted her now. Good. She trusted him enough not to fight him anymore. She no longer thought of screaming for help, or trying to convince him he’d picked up the wrong woman. Because, ironically, he’d picked up the right woman. Not at the beginning, of course, but she had freely decided that she wanted to be here, wanted to enjoy this one wild night of passion, to savor everything he did to her.

  Like call her sweetheart.

  That endearment was obviously meant for her, since Isabella knew Mr. S didn’t even know the real woman who’d paid for this little night of pleasure. The word tumbled tenderly around in her head. Sweetheart. She wondered if he’d even been aware he’d said it.

  Isabella sighed. After tonight, there was no way she’d ever be able to go back to Jeff, to the tame, unexciting relationship she had with him. Even if her night with Mr. S was a one-time-only thing, this amazing stranger had somehow managed to show her exactly how much was missing in her love life.

  This next one’s for you, sweetheart.

  Obviously there was something else missing that he meant to teach her. Now where had he gone off to?

  Funny, but despite the fact Mr. S had left the room, Isabella wasn’t even tempted to lean her head down toward her handcuffs so that her fingers could pull off her blindfold. No. She didn’t want to see anything now. She didn’t want to ruin whatever salacious surprise Mr. S had in store for her next. She was enjoying this decadent night way too much.

  What could he possibly have in mind that they hadn’t yet tried?

  The thought sent a sudden wave of heat to her face.

  Good lord, she hardly recognized herself. After a lifetime of modesty and reserve, how had she gotten so brazen in just the last hour?

  Logan paced in the small room, waiting for the disapproving reaction he knew would come from the two men standing in front of him.

  “You can’t change the rules like this,” Max objected.