Gage glanced to the pile. He saw his single tail, a bullwhip, a slave collar and chain, a couple of ball gags, and candles and wax. He looked back into her face. “All right,” he said. “I can live with that.”
She pulled out two drawers. “But I will do these.”
Gage stepped forward and looked into the drawers. He perused the assortment of leather cuffs, thigh restraints, and other bondage gear, along with the softer silk ropes, neckties and scarves. Then another drawer of vibrators and dildos and assorted insertable toys. He looked up and into her eyes. “Yes, ma’am. I can work with those.”
Emma smiled, closed those drawers, and pulled out a third and fourth. “And I am curious about these. They are not exactly off the list but perhaps open for discussion…and exploration. In time.” Gage flipped through some items in that drawer. Nipple and labia clamps, suction devices, and an assortment of Ben Wa balls, magnetic and not. Two soft floggers and a riding crop lay in the bottom drawer.
He nodded. “I can live with that, too.”
Emma gazed up at him. “All right. Follow me.” They move across the room and stop where the St. Andrew’s Cross had once stood. “I’m pretty sure this cross was attached to the wall at one time. I think you should fix it.”
Gage agreed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And over here, this saddle looks like it may have some use. I’m not quite sure how, but perhaps we can think of something.”
“I can fix that, too, Emma.”
Gage watched her as she glanced about the room. “I’m sure there are other things here I can learn about in time.”
He stepped closer. “Emma, what are you doing?”
She lifted her eyes to connect with his. “It’s simple, Gage. I am here for my weekend. My list of hard limits is over there on that table with the contract we signed. According to that piece of paper, at five o’clock this afternoon, I officially became your submissive for the weekend. I became yours, to do with as you please. My advice is that you take advantage of this weekend while you can, because also according to that contract, come Monday morning, I’ll be shipped back home to Charlotte.”
Gage swallowed. “No. Strike that.”
“Let’s see how the weekend goes.”
He didn’t want to think about anything but this weekend. “Emma, you don’t have to do this.”
“Gage, I want to do this. I want you to do this. And I want us both to know you can love me, and I can love you, and we can meet each other’s sexual needs in ways that work for both of us. That you can be dominant with me and not hurt me. I won’t break, Gage. Trust me.”
He wasn’t quite sure what to do next, so he just stood there.
“You love me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Gage closed his eyes and reached for her. She fell into him and he held her close and tight. “I love you too, Emma.”
She nodded against his chest. “I believe we have some work to do though, Sir. I don’t want you to worry about my past. And I’m not going to worry about your past. I want you to be dominant with me. I want to be your submissive, Sir.”
He stood and watched as Emma unbuttoned each button of her shirt, let it slide off her arms, and laid it on the arm of the sofa. Her skirt came next. Her bra and shoes. No panties.
Then she did something that turned his nuts sideways. She knelt at his feet, sitting back on her heels, knees spread, and her palms facing upward on her thighs. She leaned forward slightly in an extremely submissive position, lowered her gaze and said, “I am here to please you, Sir.”
****
Gage let the moment sink in, closed his eyes, and then opened them again to see it wasn’t a dream. Emma was still there, on her knees, before him. Slowly, he reached down and touched her hair, gathering her long locks into his hands. Pulling her hair taut and wrapping it around his hands, he tugged her face upward.
“Sir, am I permitted to look at you?”
“Yes, Emma. I want to see your eyes.”
He yanked her locks again and she rose to her knees. “Undo my pants. Let my cock out.”
He kept playing with her hair; she jerked at his belt, undid his fly, and lowered his zipper. Her palms skimmed his hipbones and she pushed inside his underwear and pulled them and his pants down over his hips. “Sir, should I take them all the way off?”
Gage dropped her hair and stepped back. “Don’t move,” he said. He jogged back to the door, securely locked it, and on the way back kicked out of his boots. He pulled his pants off, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it and his T-shirt in record time. Finally, he stood naked before her, and wound her hair around his hands again. “Open your mouth, Emma, because I’m going to fuck it.”
She sat with her mouth open, waiting, and Gage was sure it was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.
He pushed into her mouth and groaned. Her lips captured him, clamped down on him, and slid up and down his length. Her tongue twirled around his head and he jerked. “Fuck,” he hissed, and tightened the grip on her hair. “Don’t move because I’m not going to last.” He stroked in and out, then deeper. “But next time…will be…longer….”
The insides of her mouth were hot, slick velvet. The sensation in his balls churned and expanded. He’d done nothing for an entire week but think of fucking her, and now he was in her mouth—
“God…dammit!” he shouted and pulled her face closer. His orgasm was strong in coming, and he lurched, pulling himself out of her mouth. He grabbed his dick and stroked. “Don’t move, Emma,” he huffed out. Her mouth open, he continued to come, spilling out over her face, her lips, in her mouth….
“Fuuuuck…” he drawled, squeezing his eyes shut, his strokes slowing. Then he opened his eyes and dropped to his knees facing Emma. He reached for his pants and dragged them closer, finding his handkerchief in a pocket. His gaze played over Emma’s face as he carefully wiped his cum from her mouth, her cheeks, wherever it had landed. Her eyes never left his and when he was finished, she whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”
Something broke free inside his heart.
Gage leaned in and kissed her, tenderly fusing his mouth with hers like he never wanted to let her go. And he didn’t. “You’re welcome, Emma,” he whispered.
After a minute, he stood and grasped Emma’s hands. “Come with me,” he said. They walked to the cabinet and pulled out the top drawer of toys on the good list. “Pick out three things, Emma.”
She looked up at him, a wicked smile on her face. “Only three?”
“Yes, just three.”
“Okay.”
He stood patiently while she fiddled with the objects and then handed him a set of thigh restraints with side handcuffs. “You’re sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure.”
Next, she handed him a couple of neckties.
“That’s two.”
Finally, she picked up a wand vibrator and handed that to him, as well. He arched a brow and smiled. “Excellent choices, Emma. Now, take all of these to the bed. I’m going to clean up a bit in the washroom, and then you can feel free to do the same. While you are waiting for me, sit pretty for me on the bed—you know how—and think about all of the things I am going to do to you.”
****
Gage left the washroom and went to the table across the room where Emma had left the contract and her hard limits list. He scanned the list, memorizing as much as he needed to right now, understanding what he could, and could not do, in this session. He was pleasantly surprised at a couple of things not on the list. He would still confirm though before going in those directions.
He dropped the list back on the table and started for the bed. Emma sat there, waiting. He stepped up beside her.
He stroked her hair, letting his fingers trail down a long spiral. He fingered the length and then dropped that finger to her shoulder. Trailing down her arm with a light touch, he moved to a breast and circled her nipple. He pinched it and she gasped a little.
“I like the
way you sit, Emma. This is how I always want to see you waiting for me.” He put his hand on her upper back and pushed her forward a little. “Yes, there, like that.” He tipped her chin a little lower. Her hair hung down on either side of her face. Moving slightly in front of her now, he put a hand on each inner knee. “Spread the legs a little more, darling. Yes, there.” He repositioned her hands, centering them on each thigh. He fiddled with her fingers a little, tickling a palm. Then trailed a finger up her thigh and lightly grazed the outer lips of her pussy.
Breathing deep, he sighed. “That’s how I want to see my girl waiting for me.”
He backed away then and sat on the sofa, watching Emma. Waiting.
His heart grew full. She was his. And he was going to do everything in his power to keep her.
“Emma, if you’d like to use the washroom now, you may. Then come back to the bed and resume your position.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She pushed up and headed for the restroom. He watched her ass sashay back and forth until she closed the door behind her.
“Leave the door open, Emma.”
It opened again, and he heard her say, “As you wish, Sir.”
Then he waited, his heart quiet and still. Closing his eyes, he let his head drift back, savoring the moment. This was what he needed. Wanted. Had searched for. This.
He heard water running and stopping, then after a moment, Emma appeared again, moving back to the bed and returning to her waiting position.
He rose and went to her. “Good girl, Emma.” He stroked her hair away from her face, drawing it into a ponytail behind her back. “Sit up straight now, if you would.” He kept his voice an even tone, direct and intentional, and he hoped, nonthreatening. She followed his direction and was compliant as he picked up one hand from her thigh and drew it behind her back, then the other to meet it. “Hands behind your back now. That’s right. Keep them there.”
She had laid the toys she’d chosen out on the bed. There were three neckties, the wand vibrator, and the thigh/cuff restraints.
“May I ask why you chose neckties, Emma?” He picked up a tie and threaded it through his fingers, drawing it slowly out with this other hand.
“Neckties remind me of you, Sir. I quite like them on you.”
He grinned. “I see.”
He placed the tie around her neck, each end lying seductively over her breasts. Gage sat in front of her and studied her eyes. He lifted one end, folded it over the other, and tied a loose Windsor knot at her neck. “I like the way you look in my tie,” he told her, his gaze never straying from hers. He let the tie fall down between her breasts, his forefinger moving down to the tip where it hit her near her navel. His finger moved lower, toward the short patch of blond curls between her legs. Emma’s eyes closed at his slight touch there.
“Ties are good for blindfolding,” he said, “And for some play. Not so good for binding wrists and ankles. Pulling can tighten the knot, cause more pain, and make it more difficult to get out of. I know we used ties successfully in my office last week, but tonight, we’re going to take it easy with them. I’ll blindfold you, Emma. You won’t be able to see what I’m about to do to you. Is that all right?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“All right.” He decided to broach a question. “Emma, I’m wondering if you would consider a change in safe words? Just to make things more clear for me. It is, of course, your choice, and I will go with whatever you want. But perhaps if you used ‘green’ to mean everything is all right, all systems go, and ‘yellow’ to indicate you are getting uncomfortable with something and I should slow down, and ‘red’ to indicate you want out right now, to stop. How would that feel to you?”
“Green,” she said. “Yes, that is fine with me, Sir.”
“Excellent.”
Gage positioned a second necktie over her eyes and tied it snug behind her head. “Is that okay? Too tight?”
“No, Sir.”
Gage stepped back and looked at her. He felt the need to go slow, measure each move, make sure she was doing okay. More than that, he wanted to savor every minute. He leaned close and whispered. “You are so beautiful sitting like that in my bed, Emma. Wearing my tie. Later, I am going to take you to the house to my bedroom, and you are going to look even more beautiful in my big, four-poster bed.”
She tremored a little. “I am looking forward to that, Sir.”
“But for now,” he said, “the main objective is to make you come. And more than once.”
Emma visibly shook. Gage smiled. Grasping her arm, he said, “Up on your knees please. Let’s spread.”
She did and Gage reached for the thigh cuffs. He decided to talk her through what he was doing, and he liked doing that, because the idea of teaching her really turned him on. “I’m strapping these Velcro restraints around each of your thighs. The leather is soft and the Velcro fasteners hold them in place nicely. They won’t get tighter even if you strain against them. The liner is also comfortable, so there should be no pain. There, how do those feel?”
“Nice, Sir. I like them.”
“Good.”
Reaching for her hand, he grasped a third restraint. “These are for your wrists.” He placed one, and then the other, securely on her wrists. Emma stood there on her knees in the bed, her long blond hair falling around her face, black leather on her thighs and cuffs, a black necktie tied loosely around her neck, and another blindfolding her. He wanted to keep that picture in his head forever.
He reached for the tie and pulled her closer to him. “Shit, you look hot, Emma,” he hissed through his teeth. “I’m hard just looking at you. Here. Touch me. See?”
He pulled one hand forward and put it on his cock. He sucked in a breath as her fingers gently scraped over his head. Then he took her left hand and clipped the wrist cuff to her left thigh. Reluctantly, he pulled her right hand from his cock and clipped that wrist to her right thigh.
“Do you feel restrained, Emma?”
“I feel a little like I’m in a dark box. Yes. I feel restrained. I can’t move my hands from my side.”
“I know. I’m going to move you into another position.”
“Okay.”
“Sit down on your bottom, and then roll back. I’ll help. There. Now grasp behind your knees and pull back. Spread them, Emma.” She lay there on the bed on her back, her legs wide open and her wrists bound to her thighs. “Good girl, Emma.”
He looked down at her open pussy and lowered his mouth toward her lips. He couldn’t wait to taste her sweet nectar. “I’m gonna make you scream, honey.”
He dipped a finger into her vagina, in and out, then deeper, while he pulled back her labia and spread her pussy open for him with this other hand. He found her clit and gently rolled his tongue over it, feeling her body shake beneath him. He pushed deeper inside of her, curling his finger up, searching for that rough patch that would make her jump more. There. He slid his tongue deeper into her inner lips, dragging it up and down, teasing her clit. He felt Emma jerk a bit on the wrist cuffs, her body stiffen.
Keeping her legs spread wide, he kissed and crawled his way up, nipping with his teeth and drawing his tongue over her breasts and nipples. He kissed her jawline. When he got to her ear, he whispered. “I’m going to tease you for a while, Emma. I’m going to bring you close to an orgasm and then I’m going to back off. I’m going to torture you with pleasure and bring you to that point where you are going to beg me to let you come. But I won’t let you. The restraints are only going to make your urges stronger, your orgasms more powerful. So feel free to tense your body up and pull against them all you like. In the end, your pleasure is only going to be magnified.”
Emma huffed in, and pushed out breaths in rapid succession. Short, shallow breaths that made her chest rise and fall with quick thrusts. She was already excited and he had barely started.
His cock throbbed, but it was going to have to wait.
Gage reached for the wand vibrator. He turned it
on and the sound of its low hum excited him. He started out on a slower speed, knowing he could increase it whenever he wanted. He teased her inner thigh, rubbing the massager over and around, first one leg and then another. He positioned himself between her thighs and pressed one leg back as he leaned against it. He pushed the vibrator between her legs, between her vagina and anus, while he began a rapid flicking of her clit with his tongue.
“Oh!” Emma jumped. “Sir, am I allowed to yell and scream while you do this?”
Gage stopped flicking for a second. “Oh yes, Emma. I insist.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Her body tensed as he brought the wand down between her legs and laid it square on her clit. She gasped, then sucked in a sharp intake of breath.
“Oh, God!”
“You can take it, Emma. Have you ever heard of a forced orgasm?”
“No. No…”
“Just relax, lie back, keep your legs spread….”
He continued to massage the tender areas of her inner thighs, up close to her pussy, while the wand droned on. Emma began to shake and pull against her thighs. When her arms would jerk, her legs spread even farther. She moaned and made little high-pitched sounds. He pressed and rubbed the wand in a circular motion, increasing the speed of the vibrations, and she cried out. “Yellow, yellow…”
“Too much?”
She nodded, out of breath. “Yes. Stay… just stay…”
“Stay in that one place.”
“Green…” she eased out, still sucking in and huffing out breaths.
Gage stopped and pulled the wand away from her body.
“No!”
Gage leaned into her and whispered in her ear again. “Wait, sweet Emma. Wait. Just lie there a minute. I will be back.”
Then he walked away, several feet from the bed, and watched.
She twitched, her head shaking back and forth a bit. Her hands clenched and unclenched, tugging at her restraints. Her lower body quivered.
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