Restrained and Willing

by Tiffany Bryan

  “Pointless to ask if you liked that, the sweet evidence is all over my finger.”

  A soft sucking sound followed.

  He seemed to love tasting her and she hoped eating her out was on tonight’s agenda. She nearly squirmed at the thought.

  “A heady sight, your beautiful cunt. One of these times I’ll set up mirrors so you can see for yourself. Would you like that? To see your swollen, dripping pussy as I fill it with my fingers, maybe a toy or two?”

  Would she? It pushed a boundary she’d never thought to cross, but then he’d said that’s what this evening was about. Testing her limits. “Yes, Pierce. I would like to see.”

  “You don’t know how much it pleases me to hear you say that. But tonight, your job is to please me. Do everything I ask. Take everything I dish out.”

  He sank two fingers deep, twisting, alternating with solid pumps until she writhed and moaned.

  “That’s what I want to hear. No holding back. All those hungry, hot sounds you make will tell me what you’re feeling, let me know how fast and far to push you.”

  Like she could stop the sounds she emitted. Although she was sure he’d command her to be silent at some point. If that edict became one of tonight’s requirements, she’d fail miserably. The man could light up her body faster than touching a lit match to gunpowder.

  She pushed her hips back and was rewarded with a muscle-stretching triple-finger stab straight into her heated depths. This time her moan was louder, more a groan.

  “Sweet.” He worked her hard for several long, wonderful seconds and withdrew, chuckling at her soft whimper. “Don’t worry, I’m far from finished, but now that this opening is nice and primed, it’s time to move to the other one.”

  She expected him to get right to it, braced for the cool gel to be dripped over her warm ass, but when nothing happened for prolonged moments, she cursed her miscalculation. Ya think she’d know better by now. She was batting near zero in her attempts to predict his actions so far.

  The rimming of his fingertip around her pussy lips and opening made her jerk.

  “I can’t get over how beautiful and inviting your pussy is. Your juices flowing, your sweet pink opening gaping in accommodation for whatever a man wants to fill it with. Although I feel more possessive of you than I’ve felt for any other female I’ve been with, the sight is just too spectacular not to share.”

  He wanted to share her! It took all her effort to stifle the automatic No that jumped from her throat and fortunately was caught behind compressed lips. Okay, to be wholly honest, in some deep recess of her kinky sensuality, the thought wasn’t totally abhorrent. A surprising revelation too scary to broach now. An issue that would need a whole lot of soul-searching and deliberation sometime down the road.

  “I have a friend I think you’d like. With the well-earned reputation of being a pussy connoisseur,” he said, trying to get past his reluctance to share her. If he did allow her the experience, it would be his longtime trusted buddy. The co-owner of Freedom Club.

  She craned her head back and raised an eyebrow.

  “That’s right, brat.” With his free hand, he laid a hard slap to her left ass cheek. “You heard right. Every man has a particular body part he admires more than others. Gerard’s control central happens to be located between a restrained woman’s spread thighs. Not to say he neglects any other female part.”

  Pierce slid the backs of two fingers through her moist puffy labia and skimmed lightly over her clit. She mewled, closed her eyes and sank to her elbows. “Up.” The stern reprimand was accentuated with a firm slap to her thigh.

  Eyes snapping open, she levered back up, the burn on her thigh mellowing out to a bearable heat. “I didn’t give you permission to go to your elbows. You can wiggle and squirm to your heart’s content. A change in position is a breach of protocol.”

  She knew what that meant. Another ding on her punishment list.

  He continued as if the incident hadn’t happened. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the short time we’ve been together, it’s,” he swirled his finger, knuckle-deep in her channel, “that you love this steaming pussy of yours eaten. That’s the only reason I brought up the subject of sharing you. I’ve seen the dude in action. Once his mouth latches on to a woman’s pussy, he can make her come in seconds. And, should the female be strapped to a St. Andrew’s, he can sometimes keep her coming until she resembles a rag doll. Then, after a short respite, starts over. Think you could handle being double-teamed?”

  “I…I’m not sure. It’s not something I’ve ever thought about doing.” Liar! She’d written a ménage scene in one of her diaries. Just not the volume Pierce had found. “I’d have to think about it.”

  “I’ll consider that answer a Construction and we’ll discuss that and an audience scene at a future time.” He plunged his finger deeper, added another and scissored, swirled, spreading her impossibly wide.

  An audience? Could she? His fingers jammed deep. Ohhh, damn. If he kept that up, she’d agree to anything. The husky, low description of his friend and his talents, the underlying excitement in Pierce’s voice when he spoke, coupled with her need to please him, already had her seriously considering a threesome. As for an audience? Honestly, she’d written one of those scenes also. Prompted by her discovering the memberships to Freedom Club. An experiment? Or subconscious need. Bottom line…if she wanted a true power exchange with Pierce, she needed to let go. Of preconceived hang-ups and self-inhibiting taboos, youth-instilled morals, conscious and subconscious fears. Be true to Pierce, herself and her body’s natural true cravings. Immediately.

  Tepid gel hit her ass cheeks, spilled down and slithered through her crack to ooze through her already slick folds and zinged her thoughts to a more immediate, important topic. Getting her ass prepped so she’d be able to eventually accept Pierce’s cock.

  She wanted that, to be filled by him in whatever way he desired. Mouth…pussy…ass. All this time she thought she’d been ready, she’d been holding a part of herself back. Time to stop pussyfooting around, grab onto what she’d fantasized about with both fists. She took a deep mind-cleansing breath with the intention of giving over to the unlimited pleasure she’d been denying her body.

  Something had changed. Subtle, though noticeable. It was apparent in the unreserved presentation of Heather’s curvy body. A limber readiness to accept whatever he gave. Slightly shocked the beginning to her true surrender happened so soon in their budding relationship, he wanted to jump for joy and throw a celebration. He’d underestimated her. Why, he wasn’t sure, she’d never been one to tiptoe into a new venture. Maybe he was projecting his own tiptoeing. He’d thought he was treating her as he would any other woman, but realized how erroneous that concept was. Maybe it was their prior history, his ties to her family that presented the stumbling block.

  Fuck that! If she could completely let go, he could do no less but respect her efforts and do the same. No matter he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. She was unreservedly offering him her body and trust and he was damn well going to take it. Treat her like any other submissive under his care. That she was in no way like any other female was a pesky, recurring thought he’d have to come to terms with—eventually. When his mind wasn’t filled with lust and he wasn’t being gifted with the spread-open view of her gaping sex and tight sphincter all but begging to be stuffed full.

  He set a firm, lingering kiss on one ass cheek, paid similar homage to its mate, and harvesting some of the slippery lube glistening on her plump folds, he spread it over the light-brown patch between the perfectly rounded, larger-than-a-handful mounds of her backside.

  She swayed back.

  He smiled. “No need to ask if you’re ready since I can tell you are. Might as well save your breath, since you’ll be needing all the oxygen you can get,” he said, while lazily slathering the gel over her exposed flesh, coating, teasing, making sure not the tiniest patch of skin was overlooked. His greased fingers made an unrestrict
ed slide into her pussy.

  A mixed moany, groany hum of desperation seeped through her lips as she pressed back in an obvious bid for deeper penetration.

  Damn, he’d love to record all the little sounds she made in the euphoria of pleasure. Inarticulate expressions that revealed much more honest feelings than words ever could. They ramped up his desire like nobody’s business. They’d have to talk about recordings as well as pictures. Private records he’d never share with anyone but her.

  “Now you can go to your elbows.”

  She sank down so quickly, he almost chuckled.

  “This will give me better access and increased exposure. Hide nothing. The way you’ll offer yourself to me in the future when I command it of you. With or without the spreader bar. Although I do love the look. A solid shiny reminder of your helplessness. The black leather restraints around your slim ankles is a powerful turn-on.”

  He cupped her ass and squeezed to communicate his approval of her ready compliance to his command. Took time to appreciate how the longer sections of her silky hair split over her soft, vulnerable neck and silently brushed the floor. The thick mass, shades darker than her deep-mocha eyes, was relatively dry at the moment, slated to be wet with sweat before too long. He’d make damn sure of that.

  The vivid vision of his intention to fist those thick damp strands as he pumped his stiff dick into her mouth, over her tongue and nudged the back of her throat before he secured her to the St. Andrew’s Cross only a few feet away made his rod so hard it strained against his zipper. He enjoyed the slightly uncomfortable pressure. A bit of self-torture he often indulged in, as it served as an added restraint against his building desire. Until the restriction became too much of a distraction, warred with his focus and he ripped off the leather conforming to his lower body.

  Needing to put a temporary damper on his growing hungers, he opted to go straight to the butt plug and forgo slipping his finger into her backside. There’d be time for that later, as he intended to play awhile, take her to the brink a few times before seating the toy. Then he’d give his throbbing dick some ease by pummeling her gaping pussy. Maybe even let her join him in mutual relief. Maybe.

  He filled his hand with lubricant and palmed the toy, much like the act of masturbation. A subconscious technique he usually performed in front of a sub’s face, for visual stimulation. He’d do it with the vibrator he planned to use on her later.

  He circled the tight ring of nerve-filled muscle, loving the way she wriggled beneath the light touch. She was ultrasensitive there. He made a mental note as it would provide for some great sensual play. He slid the stiff tip inside, refraining from giving her too much.

  Her little noises of frustration, the way she swayed back, expressed clearly her greediness for more.

  He removed the plug all together.

  “All in good time. No moving. Sounds only. Until I give you permission to do otherwise.”

  He could imagine the brewing frustration in her impatient little mind. His brat needed to learn restraint. An important lesson he planned to focus on tonight. He didn’t expect miracles, but by the end of this exercise, she’d be headed down the right path. “Respond.”

  She took an audible breath. “Understood, Pierce.”

  “You know what the consequences are?”

  “Yes, Pierce. Additional punishment.”

  “Correct.” He ran a firm, soothing hand up along the warm, tender flesh of her inner thigh. Deliberately avoiding her pussy and swerved up and out to traverse her ample hip and firmly squeeze the left side of her butt. Hand planted on the pale mound, he spread it to the side for better access to his target.

  He started from the beginning, a little light circling and shallow dip inside. He paused a second to see how she reacted. She didn’t move, although he could tell she was struggling by the slight strain in her back muscles.

  He dipped deeper. Gave her a fraction more. Blew a stream of warm air down the center of her ass, down to her pussy.

  A soft feminine whine followed and her vaginal muscles contracted.

  He made half-moon rotations with his finger until they loosened. “That’s it, baby doll. Give yourself over to the feeling. Put all your concentration here.” He patted the base of the toy. “Deep breaths.” He twisted the plug, gently pumped, and with steady pressure, seated it farther.

  When she exhaled several long breaths and he saw no tension in the graceful line of her body, he went deeper. Another twist. Another steady push and she was filled to the halfway point.

  A low breathy squeal reached his ears.

  “Too much?” He didn’t think that was the case, but didn’t want to leave anything to chance.

  “No. Don’t stop.”

  The confirmation made him smile. The smile widened at her not addressing him properly. Another swat to add to the list. Her ass would not only be stretched and thoroughly plugged, but he’d get to see it in all its red glory. The thought made his dick jerk and thicken. Hold on, little buddy, not long before you’ll be buried in that syrupy pussy right in front of you. But first things first.

  “No? Just, No?”

  “No, Pierce, please don’t stop.”

  He loved the way she pleaded, so prettily. He loved the way she begged even more. Power spiked through his body. That he could reduce as strong a female as Heather to this point was not a gift to be taken lightly. Or abused. Her surrender should be treasured.

  Yet another gift, at least to him, was the additional earned swat she’d added to her list. The slight lowering of her shoulders told him she knew it too.

  What she didn’t know was the anticipated punishment would not be one of withholding, but of pure, pain-filled pleasure resulting in an orgasm like she’d never experienced before. Which was the main reason he wouldn’t be dismissing so much as the tiniest mistake she made, either physically or verbally.

  Another slipup. Heather wasn’t sure whether to regret it or be happy about it. Sure, the spanking Pierce administered yesterday left her with a sore butt, but it also left her unfilled and wanting. As if she was missing something more than your everyday run-of-the-mill orgasm. If she just had the courage to totally let go. Of course, she was pitted against Pierce’s strong will to not let her cross over into that wondrous realm of ecstasy, but if the opportunity arose, she sure as hell wasn’t about to make the same mistake of holding back.

  Distracted, she was caught off guard by a deep probe and flash of biting pain as her internal muscles stretched and the plug raked over bristling nerves.

  “Ughhh.” She stiffened. Only to melt moments later. An ummm was the next sound to ride over her lips when the shot of pain scattered through her body, mimicking tiny shotgun pellets, jarring awake the teeniest of nerve endings.

  She shivered.

  “Perfect, love. Ride it out.” The command brushed near her ear as the warmth of Pierce’s wide chest covered her back, causing another rippling shiver.

  He kissed her earlobe and his luscious body heat was gone. Not that she was cold. Far from it.

  When he began a rhythmic in-and-out penetration, she tried to clear her mind, focus on the sex toy widening her anus, but her mind began to wander. She wanted to talk so bad, she could taste it. Tell him how she felt, talk about the uniqueness of what she was experiencing. He’d said he could read her body language. Did he know it was screaming at him for more? More pain. More pleasure. Since she was the novice and he was the expert, she had to have faith he did know.

  The wanting more pain scared her a bit. Deep down, she’d never truly believed pleasure and pain could be so intricately intertwined as to become a craving. Never having witnessed people making love, she’d thought much of what she’d seen on commercial videos was staged for the viewing excitement of others.

  She’d been dead wrong. Even after the small taste she’d had thus far, she was afraid she could easily become addicted to the unique metamorphosis from pain to pleasure that she knew would eventually graduate from intoler
able agony to near-incapacitating bliss under the tutelage of a man as experienced as Pierce.

  God, how she loved him.

  And before the night was through, as soon as she could talk freely, she was going to tell him and damn the consequences. She wasn’t holding back anymore. Not physically, mentally or emotionally. Fuck his hang-ups. It was about time he got over them.

  A sound pinch to her thigh brought her back to reality in no time flat.

  “Ouch. Damn it.” She levered up to her hands and craned her head around to glare at him. “What the hell was that for?” Shit…shit…shit!

  “For not paying attention to what I’m doing as you were told to do, I’m adding one swat and for that little not so nice disrespectful outburst, I’m tacking on five more.”

  “Six!”

  “Eight.” He added two more on a gruff growl. “If I were you, I’d just say, Yes Sir, and let it go.”

  She compressed her lips.

  “Anything else to say? Want to add more?”

  Yes and Yes. She shook her head.

  “Then face forward and assume the correct position.”

  She let loose a huge internal sigh and turned away, making the needed adjustments to her body she hadn’t realized changed. Unlocked her elbows and lowered down to her forearms. Straightened her spine. Concentrated on relaxing.

  She expected him to be rougher, jam the butt plug in the rest of the way in one fast sharp jab and be done. He did the exact opposite. Worked her so slowly and expertly that by the time it was fully set, she was near tears and her whole body was quivering with the need to come. She’d failed. Again. And he was punishing her. Would he now just leave her in this frustrated state? End the evening?

  The stroking of his wet tongue through her dripping pussy lips gave her a flicker of hope.

  The tickling trail of kisses he mapped from the base of her spine to the top and across her shoulders increased her fledgling optimism.

  The moist press of his chest to her back once again upped the ante to a more than likely.

  “Now that your ass is full, I’m going to fill your hot tight pussy and give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When I’m done, I’m going to feed you my cock and you’re going to lick off every drop of our tasty combined juices and, just so I don’t miss out on the pleasure of tasting them, you’re going to tongue-kiss me until I’m satisfied.”