Bind and Keep Me, Book 2

by Cari Silverwood

  My cock throbbed at the prospect of what I was describing and at the responses she already showed. “You’re such a gorgeous victim. I’m going to do all that to you, Stephanie. Until you’re fucking limp and exhausted and you hurt all over, and your throat is sore from screaming, and between your legs is sore from me fucking you. And you’re going to thank me afterward.”

  “Shit. No, I’m not.” She breathed raggedly. “I’m really fucking not.”

  Then I squeezed her nipples harder, until she was both squeaking and cursing me over and over.

  “Let’s find out, who is wrong.”

  I began my massage. I covered every inch of her from her toes to her neck to her bottom. Pressing my fingers deep into muscles. Concentrating on the erogenous zones when I came near them, pressing in areas of her butt, squashing, swirling my hands across, and moving on. By the time I moved around to her front she was moaning a little. This time I travelled downward, to her breasts, her belly, her mons, her inner thighs, her toes. Then back to her mons again where I ran two fingers deeply up and down her cleft without quite entering her.

  Her toes scrunched in, her legs strained alternatively to both crush in on my hand and to back away. Every muscle in her body became involved in either her futile attempts to dodge my touch, or her striving to get closer. Each time I did that sweep of my fingers across her entrance, air huffed in and out of her lips and her eyelids fluttered.

  “You’re so sensitive. Aroused so easily.” I smiled, lingering near her clit with two fingers in a V on either side and pressing in enough to let her feel it.

  “Fuck you, Sir.”

  “You will. I promise.”

  She glared.

  “But I’m in no hurry. I can do this all day.” My fingers did a dance around, beside, up and down, but not on, her now very engorged clit. “I plan to do all sorts of things to you here. But I’m not putting anything inside you now, except for a butt plug.”

  So lost was she in the sensations that it took a few seconds before her eyes popped open.

  “Yes, I’m going to fuck you there, today.”

  That she didn’t bother to answer was curious. When I returned to her with the lubed plug, I didn’t show her the size. I simply went around to the back of her and found the place, and probed. Slowly as I pushed, it entered her anus further and though she protested, it went in more and more. My other hand played with her clitoris. “You’re so slippery. I can tell Jodie has gotten you used to this. Your little asshole is letting me push this in so easily.”

  With a last firm press, the plug slid all the way in. Steph dropped her head and trembled a moment. “Done—” Fuck. I’d almost called her gorgeous. That name was Jodie’s. I gave the plug a last teasing tug to make sure it was seated properly, and stepped back. “Now, for some pain.”

  For an appetizer, I smacked her lightly, her thighs, her bottom, her breasts, then I moved on. I used a flogger with many, stingy, falls, also lightly, but I worked up a sweat, layering her body everywhere it was safe. Pink decorated her in many shades. The marks drew my eye. I pulled out a heavier flogger and worked her over harder, letting my muscles get serious. By the end of that she was hissing, screaming, and swearing at me too much, trying to stamp her feet even, so I gagged her. Only a ball gag, but it looked pretty between her lips.

  Though we had a mains rechargeable wand that Jodie adored, I wanted to keep this personal, so every minute or so, I stepped in and played with her sexually. Nipples, clit, her whole mons area even, moving her flesh there with my palm shaped to her. I mixed in the pleasure enough to keep her arousal humming.

  Then I stepped up away again and played with pain. Soon much of her was a delicious pink, including her pussy. The flogger when aimed there drew a shudder and a series of moans. I drank, gave her water, and began again. When she climaxed before I wanted her to, I chastised her with words and with a few strokes of the cane across her thighs that made her shriek.

  “Lesson learned?” I asked, before I went back to work.

  Flogger, play with her cunt, almost finger fuck her, but don’t. She started sobbing and moaning to the tune of the flogger as well as to my fondling of her breasts or her clit. At last. Even her breasts seemed more engorged, bigger handfuls. When I sucked on her nipples at the same time as my hand caressed up and down in the liquid between her thighs, her hands formed into fists, and her spine arched so hard I wasn’t sure it was safe. I removed the ball gag.

  “Would you like my mouth on you down here? My tongue on your pussy?” I asked her, but she only panted at me. Mindless perhaps. Overcome by pleasure? Or did she still half-resent my appropriation of her body? I didn’t ask.

  “You may come from now on.”

  Her first orgasm wracked her so thoroughly the full body shudders made the ropes and metal links attaching her creak and clatter from the strain.

  “Beautiful,” I told her yet again as I admired the shine of sweat on her torso and breasts and the front of her strong thighs. I began the cycle. Pleasure, pain, and I watched her come, over and over.

  I no longer needed to search for her clit. It stood out proud like a tiny pink beacon for my instruments—for my hands and whatever else I used, including some milder thuds of the flogger.

  I flailed at her some more, stepped up close. Foggy eyed, she pushed her groin toward my hand as I moved it in from inches away. A trained response, already? I smiled.

  More pain. Red blossomed from the pink. A little more, a little more time, more violence and I would have her there. Could I make her come while in pain? Even if she wasn’t a masochist?

  The dance of her body even while restrained enthralled me. The play of the leather, the smack of it on her skin, and the way the pain made her react. Even, most of all, the fact that she couldn’t escape. Time for pleasure, a voice told me. I kept going even, determined to find my answer. Would she come? Or not?

  It wasn’t until she began to sag in the ropes that I stopped.

  With the back of my forearm, I wiped the sweat from my face then held up her head with a hand under her wet chin. “The drool becomes you.” The fire that generated in her eyes shook me.

  I’d lost myself there, been carried away. I blinked sweat from my eyes, and lowered the flogger then dropped it to the floor. I made a note to myself—delivering pain to Steph without limits messed up my restraint.

  Payback time. I let her drink until I saw her mind return. I went to my knees. Oral was a favorite of mine. Jodie understood that. Though vibes had their place.

  “Don’t come,” I told her, gazing up at her looking down at me, flushed and weary, through the tendrils of her hair. “You know what will happen if you do.”

  “Bastard,” she croaked.

  I stared. Ah, a flinch. I squeezed a handful of her abused bottom until she whined.

  Then with tongue and sucking and some biting, because teeth were a good way to take off the edge if she was close, I brought her to the edge. When it seemed her O was a single flick of my tongue away, I let her down again. She breathed fast as if about to ignite, her thighs quivering under my palms.

  I pulled her thighs toward me and gave her one last probe with my tongue, for the first time pushing into her entrance. With my nose buried, I strained forward, going deep. The whine from her reminded me to give the butt plug some little tugs and shoves. I fucked her with my tongue some more before rising to my feet.

  I wiped my mouth, and again let her drink some water—myself also. Then I turned on my heel, dragged in a chair from outside, and I sat down to look. At her. At the most delightful subject of my attention apart from Jodie, ever.

  I was so fucked in the head. I loved this. And I wondered who I was. I’d thought I was a pillar of society. But now, I knew I was a thousand miles from that. And I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. My empathy waxed and waned with the tides of my sadistic desires.

  Like a little conquered animal she peered out at me now and then, through the swaying cage of her hair—for it hung acro
ss her face and stuck to her sweaty shoulders. Most of her skin was a warm palette of pink and red blotches and stripes. Her arousal shone on her inner thighs and she hadn’t consented to any of this. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do next to her. And why I shouldn’t. I’d finally cracked apart some of my own reasons, and it shocked me.

  I’d been lying to myself. I did not have to do this. The extra intensity of having an unwilling captive who I could make enjoy this, it sucked me in, relentlessly. I thought I’d fallen when I’d first discovered the intimate choreography of sadomasochism and dominance with Jodie. Wrong. That was a spit of rain, the tug of the wind. This…I drew in a ragged breath while I stared at her hanging in the ropes…this was the hurricane.

  A sensible man would not go this route. If anything forcing sex and pain on her might trigger the opposite reaction to what I wanted. And, instead of merely involuntary manslaughter, I would now be up for far more serious charges if ever brought to court. She might hate us so utterly we had no hope of success. Yet Jodie had agreed to all this. It begged the question—did she have the same kink as I?

  With head in hands I sat just looking at her and thinking. Finally I stood, shoving back the chair, I strode to her, though I stopped on the way to get a condom and a sachet of lube from the pile of my clothes. She watched warily, but I freed her then. I released all the cuffs and I carried her to the wall.

  I needed to know where I was with her. Had I gone too far?

  “Put your hands to the wall,” I grated out. “Lean in but keep your ass out where I can fuck you easily.”

  Would she do this? Yes, she did. Greedily, triumph burning in my veins, I inhaled through my teeth.

  I ripped the packet, rolled on the condom. Then after carefully extracting the plug, I lubed up my cock and her ass.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  I pulled her head around. “What do you think?” She knew, of course. All she did was blink at me. “I’ll be gentle. I know you’re not used to this.” I released her and pressed my cock to her there; feeling the tiny circle of muscle widen, I pushed some more. Her heat slowly swallowed me, squeezing my head, tight.

  Mouth opening wide, I took some hard breaths.

  The test, remember? I had to stop, didn’t I? I touched her clit, slowly bringing her into the headspace of an orgasm, getting the rhythm going while I barely rocked in and out of her by a fraction. And she let me in, a little more each time. Her fingers on the wall clenched in like claws, her back bowed toward me.

  Then I stopped moving, everything, though every muscle, every screaming atom of me, wanted to spear into her all the way to my balls.

  “Stephanie. You have to choose. Now. I’ve changed my mind. I’m not deciding in a few days, not on the basis of whether I scratch my letter on your ass, not on anything but what I ask you next. I want you to think.” I sank my teeth into the natural place for a man’s teeth—the angle on a woman’s neck where it curved into shoulder. I hung on until she groaned and whimpered and her anus contracted strongly on my cock.

  The rest of my words I rasped out with my lips brushing the lobe of her ear. I breathed my words into her, and I prayed.

  “Your choice. If you want me to fuck you here, in your ass, if you want to be our little fucktoy, to be taken whenever we want you, however I want to, until the day we free you…if you want that, stay here, with me. If not, walk away, now.”

  Then I waited, partly inside her, blood thumping so urgently through me I was in danger of erupting any second. I wanted to fuck her hard against the wall, but I also needed her answer.

  She didn’t move or speak. Afraid to? Or not sure? If that…damn…yeah that was so significant.

  I wrapped my forearms around her below her breasts, squashing them in, making her feel how easily I could subdue her, if I wanted to.

  “Ours, or not? Are you my naughty little fucktoy, or not? Slide back onto my cock, and you’re mine, girl. Or walk. Which?”

  “I…” She heaved in more air, and her throat moved in a swallow. A bead of sweat dribbled down the side of her face into the strands of hair sticking to her cheek.

  Yeah. I’ve done this because I wanted to. I wanted to take her and hurt her and I really don’t know if I can let her go. But if she says no, I’ll try. I will fucking try.

  As I held her to me, I could feel her heart thudding and hear the harsh in and out of her breath. I could smell her sweat, feel her pain, and with my cock impaling her, I couldn’t stop wanting her.

  “Decide.” I shifted my hips forward a minute amount and smiled at her gasp of pleasure.

  Chapter 18

  Stephanie

  The most poorly timed question ever. I could barely think with him inside me like that. The ache to come was overwhelming. The need to have him finish fucking me there, to have him come inside me in that dirtiest of places, it trampled on all rational thought. I groaned as he moved the tiniest amount, exquisitely aware of how my body gripped him, of his cock tunneling in.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. My legs shook, my arms shook and would not be holding me away from the wall if his arms weren’t barred across my front. As it was I had my sticky forehead leaning on the hard cold surface as well as my poor flogged, bitten and abused nipples.

  I was a mess of sweat and a weary woman. From the juices dripping from me and slicking my thighs, I must look like a whore done over by a football team.

  But it was just him.

  Stupid. Walk away. He’s said it. I can walk. Surely this is the bad alternative?

  “Well, Steph. Walk? Or stay.” Then, contrary to his words, he began going in and out more and more to the timing of his speech. “Walk or stay?

  “Stop.” I gasped.

  “In. Out,” he murmured, and I felt him chuckle. “Can’t decide?”

  “Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.” And then maybe, just maybe, I pushed back, the most minute amount. I felt the pulse of his cock. Felt the imminent burn. Felt the weight of his hard muscles pressing on me, pinning me, keeping me his.

  Would he even let me go? It seemed not. The way he held me like I was the most precious thing ever, and wanted, threw me in the deep end. I was drowning, and didn’t have the faintest idea how to rescue myself.

  “You moved, didn’t you.”

  Rhetorical fucking question. I tried to shake my head but he kissed my hair.

  “Bad girl. I’m done waiting. Clearly you’re staying.” And at the last word he thrust deeper, further, all the way, parting me easily. “I’m fucking this little almost pristine ass, all the way…in.”

  A last thrust and I was shoved to the wall, my breasts flattened. I had to turn my face sideways to get air.

  Klaus withdrew almost to the tip then shoved back into me. Pleasure flared with a tinge of burning pain when I was stretched just a bit too far.

  “Unnh.” My tongue seemed stuck to the roof of my mouth. He plowed in and out of me like a piston, stroking my clit with his free hand, making me want his next drive inward, making me throb and moan quietly as another climax built then spilled through me, roaring in my ears, tumbling my thoughts, fast and hot as a fire.

  My eyes rolled back. I let him take me as he willed after that. I curled up my hands, letting them slide on the wall as the force he used thumped me into it, over and over. Too exhausted to fight, or to move, or do more than be his fucktoy. He was right. I’d never had a lover like this. When he came, I smiled a small smile, but I knew he couldn’t see it.

  He was done, and panting in my ear, the bristles of his poorly shaven face scraping my neck and cheek. More hurts. My whole body throbbed in unison with my blood. When he released me, withdrawing slickly, I sagged then slid a small distance down the wall until he caught me. He let me down the rest of the way carefully.

  “I’ll be back. I have to go clean up.”

  True to his word, he was back soon. Huddled there, I hadn’t counted seconds. Besides, everything was a warm buzz. He carried me to the mattress then lay down behi
nd me, cuddling in. That woke me. Klaus cuddling? Spooning?

  “What the—” I slurred.

  “Rest. I’m staying for a while. You can shower and I’ll get you food and check the damage I did, after you rest.”

  “S’okay.” I muttered, eyelids closing, brain shutting down fast. Black rolled in and smothered me in sleep.

  When I awoke, I found that Klaus had turned me onto my stomach. I half-rolled to look over my shoulder and found him staring.

  “Marks,” he explained, tracing a finger so lightly over my butt that it tickled and made me shiver. “I like them.”

  “Oh.” I shrugged.

  “Okay, shower time.” He put out his hand and helped me up. At some time, he’d pulled his pants back on.

  The gentlemanly behavior had me puzzled, but the look he raked over my front made me cover my breasts.

  “No. Hands down. I’ve seen all of you already, anyway.” Though said softly, I knew there’d be consequences if I disobeyed.

  There wasn’t much point in hiding, so I lowered my hands.

  “Good. Just so you don’t forget, they’re mine, girl.” He nodded. “Put your hands under them. Hold them up for me.”

  Hell no. This was so foreign, so odd. Nudged by a sudden shyness, I ducked my head. I should look up. Chicken. This was totally the wrong cue to give him. I may as well roll over and whine.

  “You’re going to do it, Steph. Get used to this. You had two choices and you chose this one, staying and being mine, and when I allow it, being Jodie’s also.” With his fingers underneath, he made me raise my chin. “Look at me.”

  Slowly I did, uncomfortable meeting his eyes, and aware of my femaleness, of my nakedness, for the first time in ages. I’d forgotten, hanging there, tied up, I’d just been me for what seemed hours. The things he’d done to me…

  “Shy, suddenly?” He cocked an eyebrow. “I like that. Hold your breasts up for me, unless you want me to crop them.”