Bound Together

by Marie Coulson

  I shot him a seductive smile and slowly sashayed over to the door. Dragging my nails over his chest gently, I breathed against his mouth. “That sounds deliciously erotic Mr. Garrett. Care to elaborate? Maybe give me a demonstration?”

  His eyes grew wild with lust and a low primitive growl rumbled in his throat. “With pleasure. Hot, smoldering pleasure my lady.”

  Breezing past me, he headed for the closet. I watched him, a little confused until I saw him re-emerge with the velvet bag. Oh. My. God. It was the first time we’d used it since the first night he’d introduced me to the idea of bondage. Pulling it open he smiled mischievously. He looked like he’d just won the lottery as he rummaged in the bag for his toys. Dropping it to the floor he stood, gazing at me as he dangled the pair of door restraints from his fingers. I was biting my lip, but I always did that when I was anxious and he knew it.

  “Layla, you look worried. These are for restraining you, that’s all. The cuffs are for your wrists and the hooks go over the top of the door holding you in place. Now, hold out your hands and put your wrists together for me baby.”

  With only a slight trepidation, I did as he asked; eager to try this new and exciting lifestyle he wanted us to indulge in. I’d enjoyed being tied to the bed, blindfolded and even secured by a belt in my bathroom while being spanked. I held my breath as he gently slid the cuffs into place on my delicate wrists. The leather was stiff and felt cool against my warm skin. The band that held them together was elastic but as he pulled my hands apart from one another, I realized that they didn’t have much give. Not that it mattered as I’d soon be suspended from the top of the door anyhow.

  Taking hold of the cuffs, he led me to the door. Placing a gentle kiss into each of my palms he turned me so that my eyes were now staring at the white blank wood in front of me as he pushed it closed. My heels dug into the carpet, leaving me leaning forward with my arms extended towards the ceiling. Leaning against my ear he whispered, “You look fantastic. Tantalizingly fuckable. Just like I said.” His hands snaked around my waist as he stood behind me and pressed me against the door. Sliding them up to my breasts he cupped, massaged and groped them tenderly with wonderful care and attention. He pinched my nipples and I gasped in shock. The pain was sharp but the after effect was a warm and tingling sensation.

  “I told you Layla, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. You really pissed me off today. You got into a fight and ended up marking your beautiful face. How very careless of you. You got arrested and I was forced to watch you sit in the same room as a woman I despise. And then I discovered you withheld information again. It really won’t do. You’ve been a very bad girl, downright naughty and now I’m going to have to spank you like the disobedient girl you are.” Holy fuck.

  Instantly aroused simply at the suggestion of a spanking, my breath hitched and my pulse quickened. Swooping it through the air at high speed, his hand made contact with my behind and I squirmed. The feel of his hand caressing and rubbing my cheek before the bite of a hard and powerful slap crashed into my skin was blissful and I simply adored it. I cried out as he palmed, groped and grasped at my sore flesh. I could feel his erection pressing into my behind through his slacks. The moment of tender care soon passed as he struck another swift blow against my cheek. I pulled hard on the restraints as I writhed back and forth against him. I heard the sound of his zipper and crossing my wrists, I turned myself around to face him not wanting to miss the strip show happening behind me. Tut-tutting but grinning, he didn’t disappoint. I watched with lustful hunger as his pants slid temptingly down and over his muscular, firm thighs. Stepping out of them, he hooked his thumbs into his shorts teasingly. I stared, willing them to disintegrate in his hands but alas, no such joy. Slowly he pushed them down and kicked them off. I licked my lips as I took in the sight of his gorgeous, eight inch, deliciously delectable cock. Rigid and still, I longed to hold it in my hands, to lick and caress it with my tongue and to drive him to the brink of lunacy with my mouth. But with my hands bound tightly together and my arms held high above my head, I was having little chance of that dream coming true.

  He pushed me against the door and my back hit the wood, pressing onto it firmly as his hips pinned me against it. Tilting my head to the side with one hand, he trailed kisses from my nape to my jaw. I moaned as his lips touched my sensitive and wanting skin. He knew all of my erogenous zones and was an expert in torturing me into an orgasmic frenzy. His tongue glided and stroked across my collar bone and down to my cleavage. Smiling, he licked his lips. “You taste like heaven Layla. I’ve never dined on anything quite as delicious or exquisite as your body.” I whimpered as his tongue continued south to my nipples, nipping and nibbling on one then the other. The rolling and sucking made me groan as it sent a direct message to my sex. My clit throbbed and I was soaking wet as my body reacted to his every breath, word, touch and flick of his tongue. I whispered his name, my voice raspy and breathless. “Oh baby when you say my name like that it makes me want to do things to you, things that will drive you wild making you scream it even louder. It’s like needles and pins all over my body hearing that one little word.” His hand gripped behind my knee as he lifted my thigh against his own. I could feel the tip of his cock teasing at the opening of my sex. “Now be a good girl and turn around. I wasn’t quite finished with your ass. It is my very own hot property after all.”

  I smiled as I thought about my own ownership of his ass. I still couldn’t believe he’d had my name permanently carved into his flesh but it was by far the sexiest aphrodisiac. I owned his ass. Literally.

  Dropping my leg, he stared at me and made a twirling gesture with his finger. Begrudgingly I turned around, aware that his arousing spanking session was not yet finished. Teasing his fingertips over my bare flesh he dragged them down the length of my spine, making me bow beneath the gentle touch against my skin. A loud crack echoed through the room as his palm made contact with my behind. I jumped a little as my mind recalled the familiar pain and yet, my body was begging for more. Thrashing his hand against my now smarting flesh, I could feel his erection growing firmer and as solid as stone against the opening of my sex. I was panting and gasping as he unleashed his unremitting attacks on my ass.

  Lifting his hand away, he tugged my panties aside as his cock drove into me deeply and quickly, making me cry out in shock. The entire length of him filled me as his hand came crashing down once more on my raw and stinging cheek, causing my insides to clench and pulsate. Bending over me, his chest resting against my back I felt him smile against my ear.

  “Good girl.”

  His words were all the encouragement I needed. My behind felt enflamed but my arousal was far hotter and it was certainly worth the sharp beating I’d received.

  His fingers grazed back and forth over my lips as he held my face turned to his. Withdrawing slowly, he surged inside me again as he kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue forcefully into my obliging mouth. He withdrew again and I watched him as he disappeared back into the closet. What the hell was he doing? Here I was cuffed, restrained, horny, hot and desperate for him and he had just deserted me. When he exited the closet a moment later he was wearing that mischievous grin on his face. Grasped in his palm was the piece of black silk that I remembered from my time I’d spent tied to his bed. He approached me and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “Trust me?” I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat I breathed heavily. “I trust you.”

  His grin spread, reaching his eyes. “You won’t be able to use the safe word with what I have in mind so I need you to use a hand signal. If you want to stop just snap your fingers and I will instantly release you. Understand?”

  I won’t be able to speak!? Oh sweet god of all that is hot and erotic. With no hesitation I smiled. “Yes. I understand.”

  His teeth sunk into my bottom lip gently nipping, careful of my cut as his tongue slid soothingly over it. “Good girl.”

  Taking the s
ilk, he lifted it to my mouth. “Open wide for me baby.” I smiled playfully and moved my legs further apart. Shaking his head he chuckled. “Mouth, Layla.” I did as he asked and he gently put the material in my mouth.

  “Now bite down on it.” My teeth clamped down into the silk and made a squeaking sound as they ground into the soft, smooth fabric. Caressing my cheek with his fingertips, he smiled. “Breathe Layla. This is going to be good for both of us. Trust me.”

  My eyes widened. Good for both of us? I could see how much he was enjoying it already as his erection pressed against my thigh. Seeing my expression, he explained and tried to reassure me.

  “It will be good for both of us. You really pissed me off with this Felix thing Layla. You’re clearly not listening to what I tell you so I have to find other ways to get it into you. When I tell you to stay away from someone, I have a reason. You ignored me and now I have to live with the damage. It won’t hurt, but it will be intense. Take a deep breath and trust me. Relax.” Holy fuck.

  Holding the ends of the silk in his hand, he resumed his position behind me. I gulped hard and waited in anticipation for his next move. Slowly and gradually he slipped inside me again gripping onto the silk that was now keeping me silenced and pulled on it. My body instantly moved back, slamming my behind into his thrusting hips. The silk acting as a harness in my mouth, he pulled hard and sharply with every shove, plunge and surging thrust. Bound and gagged I had given myself over to his control and the payoff was immense. My insides tightened and clenched with every vigorous and relentless push his cock made against my G-spot. One hand on the silk, the other groped and caressed my thigh. I moaned and groaned through my muzzle, biting so hard into it I thought my teeth would tear the delicate strands that held it together. His breathing accelerated and became ragged as he grew more and more aroused. I could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing inside me, building my orgasm rapidly. He hissed in my ear, causing my breath to hitch. “Oh fuck Layla, you’re so fucking hot. I could break you in half. I want you so bad.”

  With the position I was in and the ferocious and merciless way he was pounding into me, my body breaking into two was a distinct possibility. His hand slid swiftly from my thigh over the curve of my hip and between my legs. His fingers roamed over my cleft and to my throbbing, swollen clit. Stroking, rubbing and massaging it expertly, he groaned loudly in pleasure. “You’re so wet it’s delicious. Come for me baby.”

  My behind crashed against his hips, my clit pulsated and throbbed at his fingertips and my insides clenched, convulsed and contracted as my orgasm exploded like a bomb. My body shook and trembled as the complex cocktail of sensation and emotion overwhelmed me. The urge to cry, laugh and scream all at the same time were a confusing and mind boggling experience and my body reacted by crying out, muffled through the silk as tears of pure joy and satisfaction ran freely down my face. Panting and groaning, a primal and fierce growl echoed from his lips as Jared emptied inside me, thrashing and banging his hips against mine.

  My arms sagged and my body grew limp, exhausted from our session of intense and exhilarating bondage play. Jared’s forehead rested against my back and I could feel the sweat and heat from him on my skin. His breathing was staggered and it made me acutely aware of my own rapid breathing. Taking two calming and deep breaths, I tried to regain my equilibrium and find the strength to stand. Releasing his grip on the silk it hung loosely between my teeth. With my hands bound, I used my tongue to force it from my mouth. My muscles ached and my behind was sore. I had no doubt that it was the color of a ripe strawberry at that point. I pulled on my restraints which were still tightly wrapped around my delicate wrists. He was completely lost in the moment as he kissed and caressed my scorching skin. “Coffee.” My use of our safe word pulled him from his post-coital coma. Snapping his head up, he looked at me confused. I nodded at my hands and he gasped realizing he’d left me hanging, literally. Freeing me, he apologized profusely. “God, I’m so sorry baby. Are you alright?” I nodded but the moment I was free I instantly lost control of my limbs and was falling to the floor. Catching me mid tumble, Jared scooped me in his arms and held me close to his chest. My arms wrapped around his neck I nuzzled into him as the sweet smell of sweat, sex, soap and Jared filled my nostrils; bringing me comfort and I felt truly content.

  Laying me on the bed, he climbed in beside me and stroked my hair gently and attentively. “You constantly amaze and beguile me Layla. I’m in awe of you. That was…incredible. You were incredible.”

  Lifting my wrist I rubbed the light pink rings that had formed from rubbing against the thick leather cuffs. Taking my hand he pressed his lips to each wrist and kissed my palms. His piercing blue eyes were bright and glittered like the sea on a bright summer’s day. I smiled as I lay there gazing into them. I could have lost myself in his eyes for days, months or years. Brushing a strand of hair from his handsome face I sighed happily. Emotions were coursing through me and I felt an overwhelming need to be closer to him. Wrapping my hands behind his neck, I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply and lovingly. I couldn’t possibly describe in words how I felt at that moment but euphoric and unbelievably happy would be close. I felt truly loved and I was also truly in love. I pictured my entire life with this man beside me. Making a home together, marriage, beautiful golden brown haired, blue eyed children and vacations spent in Hawaii.

  I had a ridiculously goofy smile on my face but I didn’t care. I’d never been so entirely at peace. I was on cloud nine and I wasn’t willing to come down.

  “What are you thinking about? Whatever’s put that delighted smile on your face, I want some.”

  I snickered and pressed my lips to his.

  “I was just thinking about us. That’s all.”

  He raised a quizzical eyebrow and smiled. “Oh? All good things I hope. Well pray tell Miss Jennings.”

  I continued to grin at him. “I was just thinking about how happy I am, how happy you make me and that I’ve never felt this way before. I feel like I’m flying. I can’t wait to start my future with you Jared. You’re my happily ever after too.”

  Gazing deep into my eyes, he beamed at me. My black star sapphire ring was still sparkling and dazzlingly on my right hand. Sliding it off my finger, he held it in his palm. “With this ring, I promise you a strong shoulder to cry on. I promise to hold and care for you whenever you need me. I promise to bring you comfort when you’re sad and to defend you to the last. I give you faith, trust and commitment unfailing. I promise to love you with every breath in my lungs and beat of my heart until the end of time. I promise that the only heart I own will always belong to you and it will never beat for another as long I live. I promise picnics in the summer and cozy nights by the fire in winter. I promise to always cherish and appreciate you and everything you do and to show you every day just how much you mean to me. I will always be yours and you will always be mine. This I promise you.”

  Tears in my eyes I watched as he slid the ring onto my finger once more and pressed a firm kiss onto it. “Oh Jared.” I couldn’t find the words, my heart was soaring and my eyes were filling with the tears of happiness I felt inside and yet I couldn’t compose a single sentence to tell him how much everything he’d just said meant to me. Smiling down at me he placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I know baby. You don’t have to say a word. I know.”

  Enveloping him in my arms I kissed him deeply as he rolled on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as my hands roamed over his broad, strong back. His lips lovingly and gently caressed my skin and as the sun began to go down, the dreamy glow of sunset filled the room, making it warm and romantically lit. Gazing deep into each other’s eyes and without a single word we made love. It was intense and emotionally draining as I fell deeper into oblivion with him. The connection between us was profound and my heart raced with every touch, kiss and embrace. Tears trickled down my cheeks as joy filled my body. I was in heaven and I had no desire to leave.

  Chapter 34

  Part
y Like A Rock Star

  Checking myself in the mirror one last time I cringed. My hair was completely straightened and my makeup was severely over the top. The industrial strength concealer had gone a long way to cover up my scratches and the bruise on my chin and the bright red, non-smear non-transfer lipstick, would hide my split lip perfectly all night. I pressed my hands against my dress and brushed it downwards, removing any stray bits of lint or dust. It was black and strapless, with a sweetheart neckline that showed off my ample breasts and cleavage. Short in length, the hem sat about four inches above my knee. The shimmering sequins on the bodice meant that every time I moved, they glittered and sparkled in the light. Looking down at my shoes, I smiled to myself. The tantalizingly fuckable Gucci heels were blissfully comfortable; meaning, I was free to dance the night away without the crippling after effects that an excruciating pair of low quality shoes would have brought. My pendant hung heavily around my neck but I didn’t mind. It was a sign, symbol and public statement of my commitment and love to Jared. Swearing to never remove that or my ring, I held my hand to the light, watching the diamonds and sapphire glisten. It was more than just a birthday present, now it was a promise and a vow and I would never take it off. They would be prying it from my cold dead hands before I’d ever part with it.

  Jared called up from the bottom of the stairs and taking a deep breath I grabbed my purse, walked out and stood at the very top of the staircase, looking down at him. He was wearing dark denim jeans, a crisp white shirt and a black jacket. He looked smoking hot. He stood frozen and his jaw hit the floor. Bam. Layla Jennings once more renders her man speechless. Round two to me…not that I was keeping count.

  Carefully I made my way down to him, smiling as his eyes followed me as I walked. I felt like a model and the expression on his face told me I looked like one too. Gazing at me, his eyes scanned my body from head to toe. “Oh. Hell. No.”