Bondage And Bureaucracy

by Rynne Raines

  “Easy,” he soothed when she tensed up. The ring of muscle flexed around his second knuckle. “You need to be relaxed or this is going to feel like a punishment. Breathe.”

  She sucked a long breath through her nostrils and exhaled. It wasn’t long before she was relaxed enough that he could easily work both fingers in and out.

  “That’s a good girl.” He swept his thumb down over her clit and smiled when the buckles of her restraints rattled. Christ, she was so responsive. It made his dick ache.

  He withdrew his fingers and quickly washed up. He returned and reached for a medium sized anal plug, rolled on a condom and then started coating it in a generous lather of lube. The plug was larger than two of his fingers combined but smaller than his cock. A good next step for her. It wouldn’t be too straining while he tormented her in other ways but it would stretch her ass enough that he could probably fuck her there tonight if he so chose to.

  “Mmm, I think you can take something bigger than fingers in this pretty little hole now.” He stroked her tight rosette and smiled when she jerked in her chains. She whimpered from the twine on her nipples tugging with her movement. A bolt of lust shocked up the shaft of his dick. Sweet Jesus. To hear her suffer while he watched her pussy continually drip with moisture elevated his arousal to the next level.

  Once the plug was coated, he pressed the tip to her ass hole and gently started to work it inside.

  “That’s it. Almost there.” He closely watched her body for any signs of distress and adjusted accordingly, but it didn’t take long until the whole toy disappeared, popping inside just before the stopper pressed against her ass. “Ah yeah, that’s very, very nice.”

  She moaned and her empty pussy gave a greedy clench.

  Fuck. She was so hot.

  Unable to stop himself, Harrison pushed two fingers into her snug cunt and gave the anal plug a light tap with his free hand. Panting, she rocked back on the center brace to take his fingers deeper despite the added tension on her nipples. Arching an eyebrow, he indulged her and penetrated all the way to the hilt.

  “I think someone might like a little double penetration,” he rasped and she bucked against his fingers. “Maybe I’ll just leave this plug in tonight when I’m fucking you. Do you think you could handle that, Fiona? Both these pretty holes filled at the same time?”

  The sound that bellowed out of her was between a grunt and a moan and he could have listened to it all damn night. She went wild now, thrashing and bucking as far as the restraints would allow. Her skin glistened with a light mist of perspiration. The signs of her body told him she was desperately fighting an orgasm which meant it was time to take their play to the next stage.

  Harrison withdrew his fingers, and she sobbed out another protest. Hell, she was even cute when she didn’t get what she wanted. Whether she knew it or not, in the long run she would appreciate the reprieve that it would take him to set up the next thing to torment her with.

  He grabbed the wand vibrator, rolled a condom onto the rounded head of it, and mounted the wand to the edge of the horse between her legs. Once he got it adjusted to the right height, he fingered open her pussy lips and pressed the sleek vibrating head directly against her swollen clit, but he didn’t switch it on.

  “Remember our chat over dinner about the abuse I was going to put this sweet little body through tonight?” He picked the medium-weight flogger up off the table and dragged the laces across her torso and down her ass. As the streams of leather teased over her back and ass, she shivered. With a steady stroke of his arm, he snapped the laces across her bare cheeks and her body jolted in time with the sharp intake of her breath. The fourth and fifth lash made her toes and fingers curl. But, it was the ninth and tenth that broke her silence.

  The sound of her cries penetrated all the way into his bones and rocked him to his very core. He reached down, gently stroked his palm over her ass. The soft mewling that followed filled his head and made his dick throb like no other woman before her. He momentarily closed his eyes and savored it.

  She was submissive perfection.

  His submissive perfection.

  She was his.

  He dropped the flogger.

  As his alpha fully awoke, he reached down and switched on the vibrator. At first she jerked from the obvious sensitivity, but it didn’t take long before her soft whimpers transformed into heady moans. He walked around to the front of her. She lifted her head. God, she was beautiful. Faint creases in her brow deepened and puckered as she tried to fight off her orgasm while dark lines of mascara streaked from her eyes and over her cheeks. Her cherry lips stretched beautiful around the gag. God he loved her lips. He needed to fuck that mouth.

  He tugged the ball out of her mouth then gently gripped a handful of her hair and angled her head back.

  “I want to fuck your mouth now.” The words came out strained as he unfastened his slacks. His stiff cock sprang up a few inches from her face and her eyes turned to saucers. Her pink tongue darted out and hurried around her lips before she lunged.

  “No,” he told her, holding her head back even though he wanted to feel that silky tongue on the head of his cock. “You don’t control this. I do. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Part those pretty lips for me.”

  Her mouth opened and the sight of her silky tongue lying in wait for his cock broke his resolve. Gripping the base of his shaft, he guided the head of his cock between her damp lips.

  “Shit,” he swore as her moist little mouth clamped around his dick. Heat scalded him, drowned him. Pressing deeper, the head of his cock found the back of her throat. The fleshy wall pulsed around the tip before he drew back and pumped again. The pressure of her lips teased up his shaft, her devious little tongue expertly stroking the veins and sweeping the shallow ridge on the head.

  “Oh, I think someone has done this before,” he rasped. “My dirty, dirty little slave.”

  She moaned. Vibrations of sound snaked up his shaft and plummeted into his ever-tightening balls. He clenched his teeth. Every time he re-entered her mouth, she sucked more greedily, tormented him with more confidence. His shy little rabbit was a cock sucking Goddess.

  Each time she moaned from the vibrator and plug, a new tremor racked up his body, traveled through his arms and legs as he bounced her mouth off his aching dick. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He needed to come. Although he would have loved to drain himself in the back of her tight throat, he wanted to be inside her hot cunt.

  “Enough,” Harrison bit out, but Fiona ignored him and continued to suck.

  She didn’t want it to end so soon. Although she was strapped down to a piece of sex furniture with a cock jammed half way down her throat, this was the most liberated she’d ever felt. The tremor and rasp in Harrison’s voice, the way his thighs shook as he fought for restraint, all empowered her. Finally, she was making him feel like he had made her feel all weekend. Out of control. On the verge of an orgasm.

  “Fuck,” he swore and managed to break free of her mouth.

  Panting, she sent him a sultry look and licked her lips. Dark amusement played over his face.

  “Such a naughty girl.” He stroked the hair back from her sweaty forehead. “I’m going to fuck you so hard for that.”

  She moaned and nodded vigorously. Although it had only been a few hours since they had sex, she was desperate for him to fuck her again. The vibrator and anal plug were amazing accessories, but in her mind, nothing compared to the feeling of his cock inside her.

  He rolled on a condom and squared up behind her. He hadn’t been bluffing about leaving the plug in while he fucked her. The thick head of his shaft pressed into her pussy, and her eyes widened. Inch by inch, he pushed inside. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She felt too impossibly full to moan.

  Between the twine, the plug, his cock, and the vibrator, her body began to violently tremble. Her toes and fingers curled.

  “Can I please…” Her
eyes rolled and she choked when he slammed into her again. “Can I please come, Sir?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  She clawed at the braces under her restrained wrists and cried out. Her pussy walls contracted and gripped his shaft, but it didn’t slow his thrusts down. His strokes became harder and longer and deeper. Finally, he fisted his hand in her hair. “Christ,” he swore violently against her ear as an orgasm ripped through him.

  “Mine,” he growled. “Now. Forever. Mine.”

  ****

  Cloud nine. Fiona always wondered what a person actually felt like when they used that term. Her mother told her it was a juvenile and charmed term, a descriptive dramatization used by dreamers, artists, and potheads. Fiona smiled into her pillow. She must be the dreamer because she didn’t have an artistic bone in her body and she hadn’t smoked pot since her first year in college.

  The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Fiona found herself in awe of the sight that appeared in the archway. Tingles prickled all over her body as she tried to soak it all in. Warm firelight flickered along the smooth contour of Harrison’s tanned skin, casting shadows within the hollows of toned muscle scaled throughout his athletic body.

  All he wore was a towel slung low on his lean hips. She trailed her gaze down his broad chest to the fine dusting of crisp dark hairs that lead a path below his sculpted abs. All she needed was a little something to knock that pesky towel off, and she would finally see him completely nude.

  “I can’t believe you showered without me,” she teased to stop herself from salivating any longer. “We could’ve conserved on water.”

  The bed sank with his weight as he stretched out beside her. The fresh scent of his recently soaped skin filled her nostrils, and she fought not to moan. God, did everything about him have to turn her on? His smile and his eyes. His voice and his mind. His touch. He dipped his head and in agonizingly slow fashion brushed his mouth along her jaw.

  “I didn’t have the heart to wake you,” he said quietly. “They’ll be plenty of opportunity in the future for us to work on our conservation efforts.”

  There it was again, mention of the future. Would she be a fool to think that it was more than sweet nothings in the heat of the moment?

  He hooked a finger onto the sheet she hugged at her breasts and slowly slid it down past her hip. He traced his finger along one of the pink stripes left on her backside from the flogger and asked, “How are these now?”

  “Better.” She shuddered under his feather light touch and smiled. “Whatever it was you lathered on helped. It’s not that noticeable now.”

  “A mixture of tea tree and calendula oil in a cooling balm,” he supplied. “It’s meant to soothe and cleanse without stinging, but the stripes remain.”

  “You like the stripes?”

  “Oh, yes. It’s a huge turn on to see my mark all over your pretty ass.”

  He kissed a path down her throat, her collarbone. In succession, he stroked alongside her body with his free hand, his strong thumb trailed over the sidewall of her breast then lower down her ribcage, settling on her hip. He eased her onto her back. Gently, he nudged her legs apart and stretched his long body between them, bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders. In the midst of his movement, the towel had fallen away, leaving a remarkably thick erection springing up between them.

  Good God, he was hard again. Should she have been surprised?

  He kissed a path down her throat and between her breasts.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “I don’t know if I can handle another round. I might die from pleasure overload.”

  “Wouldn’t that be the perfect way to go, though?” He lifted his head from between her breasts and the warmth of his gaze melted her. “This time will be different. I want to make love to you.”

  “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all weekend?”

  “No.” He shook his head gently. “Not hardly.”

  Emotion twisted in her chest. By the intensity of his eyes, she imagined those weren’t words he spoke often. She swallowed hard and gave in to the need to brush back a dark tousle of hair that curled down against his forehead. His eyes shut, as if the simple touch of her fingers on his face was the most divine sensation known to man.

  Finally, Harrison kissed her, and the world fell away. With agonizing slowness, his tongue played between her lips, delved and searched and seduced. His touch seemed everywhere at once. His hands caressed her breasts, and then down her ribcage and her hips. White hot need like nothing she’d ever felt tangled inside her stomach and tightened her chest.

  Maybe his mention of them having a future together was simply a result of the perfect night, scenario, and moment. Or maybe it was the truth. Either way, Fiona didn’t want to think about anything other than this perfect moment. Whatever came tomorrow did just that, and she would deal with it tomorrow.

  She reached up to drag him down on top of her, a testament to her urgency to have him again but he grasped her hands and shook his head.

  “I want to take my time with you.” He kissed the inside of one wrist and then the other. “I want to savor every inch. Slowly.”

  Warmth filled her.

  He pressed her hands into the mattress above her head and started at her neck, nibbling and teasing the sensitive spot of skin just above her pulse. She arched under him. Her toes curled. He leisurely kissed a path down her throat, across her collarbone, and then down between her breasts.

  Heaven, was all Fiona could think. Pure Heaven.

  He caught one peaked nipple gently between his teeth, and her hands fisted above her head. His tongue circled and flicked gently along the skin still tender from their earlier play. Her belly quivered as he gave her opposite breast the same expert treatment. Her skin began to heat from a slow burn to a steady inferno under his touch.

  His tongue traced a wet path around her belly button and then crested over one hipbone. He pressed her thighs apart and traveled lower. Heart racing, Fiona fixed her lust-filled gaze on the ceiling. He pressed her pussy lips open with his thumbs and started with a long, lazy lick from opening to clit.

  “Oh God,” she gasped and writhed under his hot, wet mouth.

  “Be still,” he commanded in a soft but stern voice.

  How could she be still when every nerve in her body threatened to vibrate out of her skin? She could hardly remember the last time a man had licked her pussy, but what she did remember didn’t compare to this.

  She gripped one of the pillows above her head and clenched her teeth. He circled, sucked, and toyed with her clit. Increased pressure built in her lower abdomen and her inner thighs shook.

  “Please, I can’t stand it anymore.” She panted. “I need to come. Can I please come, Sir?”

  “Oh yes, sweetheart. You can come.”

  Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, her tummy muscles rippled and undulated just before the wave hit. She fisted a handful of his hair and trembled from the vibration of his moan as her legs tightened, fell limp, and then tightened again. Even before the initial tremors subsided, a second upsurge fused with the first.

  “I need you,” she declared and tried to draw him up from between her legs but he didn’t budge. He caressed and massaged her unhurried. He refused to let her rush him, regardless of her desperate pleas.

  It wasn’t until he was ready, she decided, that he reached toward the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the box. As he caught the tinfoil packet between his teeth, Fiona curled her fingers around his wrist and slowly shook her head. Her fingers trembled as she stroked his cheek. “Not this time. Please. Just you.”

  He paused and studied her face. Firelight flickered in his eyes and from the deep knit in his brow she half-wondered if he was going to deny her request. Then, he tossed the condom onto the floor and threaded his fingers in her hair.

  “Just me.” The muscle in his jaw flexed as he drew back his hips and pushed inside her pussy. Fiona’s breath caught in the back of her throat. W
ithout the latex barrier, his rigid and silky flesh glided even more smoothly within the heated walls of her inner core. Zero friction. Hot and slippery. So intimate. After sex with Daniel, she remembered all the times she’d rushed to the bathroom to scrub off his scent and seed. She wouldn’t do the same with Harrison. Wanting to hold him there forever, absorb him into her, she closed her thighs tighter on his hips.

  Time paused. In awe, she stared up at him braced above her and savored being able to look into his eyes while he was inside her. Although she appreciated all the positions he had twisted and turned her into this weekend, she couldn’t help treasure him above her a fraction more than the rest.

  “Fiona.” Harrison rasped the word against her forehead, again against her cheek, then down her throat as he stroked inside her slick passage over and over. Even when they were locked pelvis to pelvis it didn’t seem like he could get deep enough to be satisfied.

  Pinning her hips, he shoved impossibly deeper, pressing her firmly into the soft mattress beneath. Breathing heavy, Fiona trembled and wrapped her legs around his thick waist. She crossed her ankles at his lower back and arched her hips upward to meet his next thrust.

  “Ah, God, yes,” Harrison praised.

  Taking advantage of having her hands free, Fiona trailed her fingers up and down his sweat-slick back. She traced every contour, every undulating muscle while trying to commit every physical aspect of his sinewy, powerful body to memory.

  His front teeth sank into his bottom lip, and he ground his pelvis upward against her clit. One of his arms slid under her neck and his fingers tightened in her hair as he rocked between her legs, quicker now and with more urgency.

  Like a tidal wave rolling in from the center of the sea, slowly gathering power and speed, her next orgasm took over. Each surge rose up and swallowed her down deeper than the last. Her thighs shook against his quaking hips.