“I’d love it,” I answered.
It snowed nearly six inches the night before and driving to Daniel’s was no trip to the beach. I was jumping out of my skin with excitement wondering what kind of games and intrigues I was about to find myself playing. He was a whirlwind of surprises; everything he did always had just a little more flair. He had a dedication to experiencing life to its fullest, and I was more than lucky to find myself experiencing these moments with him.
My last visit was still fresh on my mind. Daniel had invited me to come over to help bake for the holiday. While we did manage to spend the day together cooking, I wound up feeling the back end of a wooden spoon. He bound me to the kitchen stool, blindfolded me, and then had me test the different treats we made. His sensual manner left me filled with a longing to be near him even more, constantly filled with a sense of anticipation.
He opened the door and rushed me past the front room and down the hall to his office. Shoving me hard against the door, he grabbed my scarf, still wet with snow, pulled me to him and kissed my lips hard.
“I thought I’d warm you up,” he grinned.
He took my coat and scarf, hanging it in the closet. I smiled remembering our time in the closet, wondering what was in store for today.
“I’m sorry, I still have some work to finish. Do you mind?”
“No.” I answered, but was slightly disappointed that I’d have to wait. The anticipation of things to come were driving me crazy, I had no idea what would be in store later.
“Why don’t you go ahead and change?”
I started down the hall, and Daniel stopped me. He caught me; I had wanted to take a peek around. I grabbed up my overnight bag and headed towards the bathroom to change. I quickly changed into a simply black bikini, flip flops, and an outrageously bright orange sunhat.
Daniel stopped me as I opened the door.
“You’re missing just one thing,” he smiled and reached out taking off my bright hat.
“What am I missing?” I giggled. “Are we going to the beach?”
“Shades.”
Daniel suddenly pulled a small blindfold from his back pocket. He looked so serious, working not minutes before, and like a magician he’s now pulling surprises out of nowhere.
Blindfolded, Daniel led me to the living room where he had spread a large blanket across a cushion in front of the fireplace. He was gentle as he led me to the edge, careful not to let me fall.
“Kneel down, and lay forward,” he was gentle in his instructions.
As I felt the blankets beneath my hands, I reached forward laying across the cushion in front of me. I could already feel the warmth of the fire reflecting on my back. In the dark, I could imagine the heat coming from the sun.
“I think you need some oil,” Daniel said as I felt his fingers untie the back of my top.
His hands were warm, and he rubbed suntan oil into my back, lulling me almost to a dream-like state. The smell of the coconut, the warmth of the fire, the deep feel of his hands massaging into my back made me feel as if I had truly left the cold, and ran off to the beach.
His hands trailed further down, kneading, massaging, and then reached my bikini bottoms, slightly pulling them down. I shuddered as the involuntary reactions of my body needing his, his hands being met as I stretched out further pushing my bottom his direction.
SMACK!
SMACK!
His hand was sudden, from smooth manipulations of flesh to the fire of stinging slaps. I gasped, moving forward, and yet, being held back by the grip of his other hand on my arm.
SMACK!
SMACK!
The burn was intense; his hand would smack and slide on the oil. Daniel stopped and massaged the red marks he had made. He scraped his fingernails across the top, scratching the surface of my skin. I wanted to scream out. He seemed to stop and compare the rosy glow he had made.
“One more,” he said. “To even things up.”
SMACK!
With one quick move he pulled my top out from under me, the movement caught me off guard, and I jerked to move out from under him. His weight was too much, he pushed forward leaving me pinned to the ground; his breath was hot on the back of my neck.
“We’re not finished, yet,” his voice growled into my ear.
I lay still as he trailed the strings of my top down my back, feeling indulged by his attention. His hands moved down my arms, pulling them behind me, touching. With a snug pull, I found myself tied, wrist to wrist, behind my back with my own top.
“You can’t get away.”
Daniel moved forward, cupping his hands under my arms and turning me fully towards him. The pull of the string on my wrist, caused me to arch forward, wantonly, as I struggled to pull back. His lips crushed mine as our bodies melded together, his strength and closeness almost too much to bear. I felt exposed, and the intimacy of exposure, of his lips crushing mine, was like opening a part of my soul.
I gasped for air, and pulled away again. I struggled against my own inner fears, afraid of the power of such intimacy. Daniel pulled me closer, forcing me to experience every detail of his touch.
Keeping me firmly close with one hand, Daniel reached down between my legs, pulling them apart. Expert at manipulation, his fingers slid further into my wetness, my cries were muffled by Daniel’s lips on mine.
He pushed his legs between mine, his hard cock throbbing against me. His arms moved forward pushing my shoulders back against the floor. With my hands beneath me, I struggled only to find my hips being pushed forward as he entered me.
Daniel pushed forward, his lips so close to mine that I can feel his hot breath on my skin.
“I told you. You can’t get away.” He breathed as I melted under his firm control.
Daniel fell forward with a final thrust, collapsing; I reveled in the closeness as he nuzzled my neck with his lips and reached up to pull the blindfold off.
He pulled over to the side, keeping a firm hold and pulling me closer to him. His fingers trailed softly down my sides, drinking in the sight of my naked exposure to him, almost greedily, hungrily, as if still slightly unsatisfied. The idea made shudder, and he pulled me closer, reaching around to untie the binds around my wrists.
His tenderness whispered to my soul, as he pulled my wrists up gently to his lips, kissing them and looking them over carefully. I craved the spankings, the danger, but in the end, he would never hurt me.
“Chloe,” he said as I snapped out of my thoughts. “Why don’t you stretch out here and enjoy the heat.” He glanced over at the fireplace. “I’ll get us some drinks.”
“Sounds lovely. Thank you.”
The warmth of the fire must have lulled me to sleep, and I awoke to the smell of coffee. Daniel had covered me with blankets and I had no idea how long I had slept.
“These trips for you must be getting to be quite an ordeal.” Daniel said as he handed me a cup of coffee.
As I started to protest, Daniel smiled and pushed a small box in my direction. I jumped quickly, excited like a small child, and grinned back at Daniel. It was a small gray box with a black ribbon.
“What is it?”
I opened the box slowly to find a key attached to another black ribbon. I pulled it out, and smiled at Daniel.
“It’s a key to the house. I thought we might take the next step in our relationship. Maybe I haven’t been clear enough.”
“You mean, move in?”
“Come and go, or move in, the options are open. The choices are all up to you. They always have been.”
- 5 -
It was difficult to get a lot of work done the following morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at Daniel’s house that night. I was tired from the lovemaking, but felt a sweet tingling each time I thought of our time together. I no longer felt perverse about my needs, but suddenly comfortable, like I had grown into myself. I felt a power over my own sexuality like I never had before.
I had invited Daniel over to my place for dinner. I als
o wanted him to get an idea of what he was asking, as I had a lot of stuff to move. He assured me that it was not a problem, but that he’d love to have dinner and rummage through my things.
I stopped on my way home to pick up a few packing supplies to get started, boxes, tape, and bubble wrap. Exhausted, I threw them on the living room floor, and kicked my shoes off on my way to the bedroom. I had just enough time for a shower and a quick nap. In my natural environment, I slowly stripped, leaving a trail of clothes around the floor leading around the bed to the bathroom door.
Daniel let himself in and found me sleeping. I woke to the sounds of ice tumbling in his glass.
“Daniel?”
I turned to see that he had made himself at home, his shirt loosened as he sat across the room from me. He drank me in greedily, as if his eyes touched every curve of my body and memorized it.
“It looks like you got comfortable,” he said, still drinking in the sight of my half naked body, stretched out on the bed.
There was no sense in denying it. “I’m sorry I must have fallen asleep.”
“I tripped over your supplies on the way in,” his eyes trailed across the floor to the pile of clothes. “Amongst other things.”
“I thought I’d have time to pick up…” my voice trailed off as he interrupted. Embarrassed, I pulled a t-shirt on over my bra and panties.
“I’m here to help.”
We ordered in Chinese, and Daniel helped me put together boxes for the move. Soon the entire living room was filled with empty boxes. Daniel picked up a roll of bubble wrap and some packing tape from the chair.
“Now to pack the most important thing of all.”
“What’s that?”
“You, of course,” he grinned as he came towards me with the wrap.
I giggled and ran, but he caught up with me, pulling me firmly into his arms. He kissed my lips through his own smile as he caught and pulled my wrist, twirling me around as if on display.
“I think we can lose that shirt,” Daniel reached over and pulled my shirt off over my head, leaving me exposed down to my white floral bra and panties.
My arms crossed in an instant of flushed embarrassment.
I giggled as he pulled me to him and reached for the scissors.
“We wouldn’t want anything to break.”
Daniel was teasing. He clipped a piece of wrap and placed it across my chest and reached for the tape. After positioning it just across the front of my bra, he taped it in place.
“Ooops!”
He ripped the tape back off, pulling at my bare skin where it had touched and sending me squealing.
“I’m sorry,” he grinned and reached over to kiss the red mark he had made. “Let’s try this again.”
Daniel very carefully taped the bubble wrap to the front of my chest, this time avoiding touching my skin with the wrapping tape. He reached down and gently pulled my hands above my head. I could feel the heat from his closeness, anticipation building with his every move.
A loud rip made me jump in my own skin as Daniel pulled a long piece of wrap from the roll and carefully cut it with the scissors. My breath quickened as I waited, watching, as I kept in position, poised with my hands above my head.
Slowly, he wrapped the piece around my waist, pulling it snug, and holding it in place with a single piece of tape. Daniel reached out and pulled me to him, planting his lips on mine.
POP! POP!
I burst out in a fit of giggles, and Daniel pulled me in further.
POP! POP!
“I can fix that.”
Daniel grabbed up the roll of packing tape, pulled off a piece, and taped it across my mouth. He took the roll and quickly wound it around my wrists, binding them together, leaving me standing there, wide-eyed, bound, and silenced.
Another loud rip filled the air as Daniel cut a new sheet of wrap, and tossed the roll to the side. He pulled the wrap around my bottom, drawing me near him. As I resisted, the sound of muffled pops filled the room, Daniel pulled the wrap tight, taping it off on the sides of my hips.
He reached over, gently at first, and then hard, squeezing my chest, and bringing me up off the ground and onto my toes.
POP!
“Let’s get you packed.” Daniel said, as he scooped me up over his shoulder and took the few steps to the bedroom and tossed me gently on the bed.
POP! POP!
Daniel pulled off his crisp white shirt, tossing it on the chair casually before reaching over to run his hands over my toes. He smiled wickedly, and leaned in as if to kiss my taped lips, gaze to gaze, breath to breath. His fingers trailed on further encircling my ankles until he had a firm hold and grip.
In one move, Daniel pulled me firmly over and down, pushing me over the bed. With one hand he held me down by my shoulder as I struggled to stand, resisting his control.
SMACK! POP! POP!
“I’m sure you didn’t feel that,” Daniel leaned over and breathed into my ear. He pulled back and swatted me again, this time lower, catching the top of my thighs, the sting bringing tears to my eyes.
SMACK! SMACK!
His fingers trailed across the tender flesh, kneading in the heat, softly scratching the surface of my skin. I was doing everything I could to keep my legs still, but it was impossible. Daniel’s wandering hands found the soft warm skin inside my thighs, nudging them apart.
SMACK!
I drew in a sharp breath, my nostrils flared; twisting against my bonds I tried to stand. His stinging smack was low enough to have caught the inner curves of my panties creating a burning heat pulsing throughout my body.
POP! SMACK!
I pushed my way to my feet, turning to face Daniel. His arms lifted me onto the bed as I hooked my bound wrists around his neck.
“Would you like me to take that off?” he whispered in my ear.
He reached up and gently peeled the tape from my lips.
Daniel’s lips crushed mine as he pushed me back onto the bed. I could feel every muscle of his body pushing against me, his hard swelling cock pushing and parting my legs. There was nothing I could deny this man.
Daniel couldn’t wait; he pushed aside the material of my floral panties shoving his hard cock deep in my cunt. Daniel was fierce when he entered me. I let out a gasp from somewhere deep in my chest which was followed by moans as I arched my hips to meet him. All the way in and then all the way out, his hands held my hips secure, as I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth on his hard cock.
He plunged his cock deeper into me, as I twisted against the bed the plastic wrap exploded underneath and between us. An explosion of noises as I screamed out, his hand moved roughly past my breasts and covered my mouth. My legs pushed and entwined around his body, pulling him closer, filling my own hunger. I didn’t want to let go as he leaned in further, his breath hot on my ear.
“You belong to me now.” Daniel groaned.
There was no mercy, as he took my body as his. So much desire and emotion filled me; my body shook against his thick hard cock. I moaned and he exploded, filling my cunt with his cum, his grip lessened, as he fell forward, his own need fulfilled.
Daniel smiled as he looked down on me. He reached over pushing my hair out of my eyes.
“Your bedroom is beautiful here, you sure you won’t miss it?”
“I’m sure. Are you sure you have room for all my things?”
“Oh yes, Chloe. I’m moving you into the dungeon room.”
My mind started to panic. Daniel had not allowed me in that room since our first night together. He had been clear, should I enter that room I would belong to him.
“Does that mean?”
“Yes, Chloe, you belong to me, now and forever.”
- 6 -
I pushed my way through the maze of boxes, wondering where to even begin unpacking. Daniel had been a great help, and had already started putting things away.
“Looking for something?” Daniel surprised me from behind the stack of boxes.
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sp; “A place to start.”
“Come with me,” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me through the maze and down the hallway.
I knew where he was leading, but followed along tentatively. The doors were all shut, except the one at the end of the hall. The room I had discovered on my first visit, the stone room, a dungeon, it had taken my breath away.
I held tightly to Daniel’s hand, anticipation and fear welling up inside of me as we approached the door. I remembered the huge mahogany bed and the array of paddles, ropes, chains, and manacles about the room. I took in a deep breath as he opened the door.
I had to hold on to the frame of the door to steady myself; I only knew that I couldn’t believe my eyes. I just stared speechless, holding onto the doorway to keep my balance. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Daniel had moved my bedroom furniture into the room and had flowers arranged on my dresser. The mahogany four-poster bed and the beautiful stone walls were all that remained of the original décor. A huge trunk was placed at the end of the bed, my vanity was close to the window, and my huge armoire was even in place. I was glad that Daniel had me do this.
I turned and threw my arms around him.
“Thank you so much.”
“All you have to worry about is one box at a time.” Daniel looked at the trunk at the end of the bed and smiled.
That night was the first night I spent sleeping in the huge bed with Daniel. I was exhausted from the move and unpacking boxes all evening. I quickly fell asleep and dreamed of Daniel.
When I woke up the next morning the room, I found myself alone in bed. I sat up and pulled the covers back to discover a thin golden chain wrapped around my waist. I had no memory of how it had gotten there, and was still tired from all the moving the day before. I rolled over, hugging his pillow, and ran my fingers around the chain on my waist. I smiled to myself, and could not help but relish the care Daniel took of me.
A few minutes later Daniel came into the room with a tray of food, scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns, orange juice and hot buttered biscuits. Everything was fixed just the way I like it.
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