Tied to Him

by Tia Siren

  “Sir,” I said as I lifted my head and looked at Charles.

  “Yes?” Charles replied as he stroked his cock and gazed directly into my eyes.

  “Fuck me, Sir. Please, I’m begging you,” I said as I thrust my hips onto the penis handle.

  Charles hung the whip on the branch and reached into his backpack, letting me see his cock. He approached me and stood close. I could feel the power in his arms as he held me close to him. His fingers rubbed my clit, and my soaked pussy welcomed his touch. My legs went weak as he rubbed the head of his cock against my labia. Then he pushed the enormity of it in.

  “Ah, Sir, your cock fits me like a glove,” I muttered as he slowly moved.

  “And your tight little slit sucks me so good, princess.”

  I held the branch to support my weight as Charles slid his cock deeper. He slowly thrust into me, and I felt every inch of my pussy being stimulated. His cock rubbed against the dildo in my ass as it pushed against the walls of my secret place. I felt as if I were being fucked by two guys, and I was completely satisfied.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Sir,” I said as I arched my back.

  I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist as his cock stretched my pussy. He held me in his powerful arms and pushed me backward and forward. He bit into the flesh on my neck, and I felt the pain as he rocked me back and forth.

  I found myself in a mental place that I could not fathom. I was begging for his cock and the pleasure he brought me, yet I also wished I was at home and had no part in his wicked games. I begged myself for my boring plain life, but I also craved to live life to the fullest.

  Charles had me for a weekend, and it was almost halfway over. I could endure the extent of the pain and the pleasure for a little while longer, and then I would be free. I would look back on the whole damn thing as an experience, an experience I would never be able to forget.

  I rocked, and my body and my pussy filled with the flames of passion. My body had reached a level it had never been to before. My arms ached, and my tits wobbled as Charles thrust into me. His body tensed, and I could sense he would soon be close.

  “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me. I’m gonna come,” I screamed as my whole body burst into flames.

  Charles dug his nails into my ass as he pulled me harder on top of his cock. My body let go, and all of me quivered. My hands released the branch as I slumped against the handcuffs. I could feel the power in Charles as he took my weight. His legs trembled while his body shook. Then his body released his seed, and I felt his cock twitch as he shot his cum into me.

  My mind swirled, and I had a vision from the movie The Wizard of Oz where I was Dorothy. I found myself in a sexual tornado with him being so naughty, pleasuring my entire core. He was a force of nature that lit my world.

  Chapter 12

  Charles

  I held Elizabeth in my arms as her breath returned to normal until she had enough energy to stand. I placed her feet back on the ground as her body slumped. Her head was bowed, and her matted blond hair fell toward the ground. I stood back as she started to regain her composure and her legs started to support her weight.

  There was a sparkle in her eyes that said she had been fully satisfied and had been pleasured to an extent she could never have dreamed about. I stepped toward her and removed her hands from the handcuffs.

  “I need to relax for a while in the water,” Elizabeth said, and she slowly walked to it.

  I placed the handcuffs in the backpack and followed her into the lagoon to sit in the shallow water. The waterfall splashed us with fine droplets of warm water as we sat and recovered from the session we had both endured.

  My arms and legs ached. I always found I was strong, but Elizabeth’s body just sucked the power from me when I came.

  “You know, Sir, you have controlled me beyond anything I could have dreamed,” Elizabeth said as she rested her head on a rock.

  “So, you have realized, having no power can feel so satisfying,” I replied as I poured the fresh water over my face.

  “Yes, Sir…but tonight, I’m going to show you the meaning of control,” Elizabeth said with a giggle.

  “Is that right?” I replied as I looked in her direction.

  “It is. I’m going to show you control from my point of view,” she said. “You think your control is powerful. You know nothing.”

  “I beg to differ. There is nothing I don’t know,” I replied. “And don’t forget—”

  “Yes, Sir, I get it now. You paid attention and did your homework,” Elizabeth said.

  “Oh, little girl, I see you are enjoying the whole scenario,” I replied before I dipped my head under the clear water.

  When I rose, she went on. “What did you expect? Of course I’m enjoying it. How often do you come across a man who can take total control and fuck so good? Women have needs, and it’s not often that a man can fully help us meet them all the time.”

  “I take it you like to come then?” I inquired as my cock got hard again.

  “Yes. A lot. That tingling sensation in your stomach is mind-blowing. Who wouldn’t want to feel that as often as possible?” She stood and walked toward the waterfall.

  I looked on as Elizabeth showered under the cascading water. She tilted her head back and let the water flood through her long blond hair. If I had not just fucked her senseless, I would be highly aroused as I watched her tilt her head back. Seeing her arch her back as the water splashed against her face and her breasts… I had started to like her, and more than I should have admitted to myself. I had to control myself as well as her.

  Elizabeth finished under the waterfall and made her way back to the small sandy beach that surrounded the lagoon. I lifted myself and made my way back to the shore, the water running down my body as I left the depths of the lagoon.

  “Well, Elizabeth, I have some news for you,” I said as I started to get dressed.

  “What is that, Sir?”

  “You will never have control over me, not tonight, not tomorrow, and not ever,” I said with a grin.

  “Sir, I have a question,” she replied as she looked at me, bemused.

  “And what might that be, Elizabeth?”

  She held her tattered clothes in her hand. “What am I to wear? You cut these to shreds,” she said with a giggle.

  “In the backpack. I took the liberty of packing extra for you, just in case,” I said. “You never know what may happen while you are out and about.”

  “Sir, with all due respect, cut the bullshit. You planned this all along,” she said as she opened the backpack.

  “Maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t. That you will never know.” I buttoned my shirt. “As I was saying, you will have no control, not even when the weekend is over. I know it and you know it. Even when this is finished and you have other relationships or even dreams, you will be thinking of me, and me only. Unfortunately, it’s too bad that this is all we have, just this weekend.”

  Elizabeth just looked at me as she grabbed the backpack and threw it over her shoulder. She smiled in a cocky way that only she could.

  “You think so? You think that is how it will all end?” she said. “I have news for you, mister: I want a case of toys just like yours.”

  I followed her through the trees and could not help but think about how hot she was. The little bitch had succumbed to my will, yet she still had some fight in her. I might have broken her, but the truth raced through me: She was allowing herself to be broken.

  I continued walking behind her and watching her ass wiggle as she walked. She was definitely one of a kind, and no matter what I did to her, she bounced back rather than crumbling before me. She begged like I liked her to, but she did it for a reason. She got pleasure from my response.

  Somehow, she was controlling me and letting me think I still had my hand around her neck. I smiled at the thought. It was such a fucking turn-on. I had to pay attention, and I needed to do my homework, because if I allowed myself to slip, I c
ould find myself in a position that might make me lose all control.

  We headed back to the house, and I found I had to do some work. Elizabeth had offered to cook while I worked for a while.

  “Food’s ready,” Elizabeth called from the kitchen.

  I headed toward the kitchen and smelled the aroma of her cooking. “That smells great. What is it?” I asked.

  “That is my special Bolognese. I have my own secret recipe,” she said as she curtsied.

  “Well, it sure smells good. Where do you want to eat, here or out on the patio?”

  “Here’s fine. I can watch the ocean anytime. I have all summer for that,” she said.

  We continued to chat and make small talk, and I found myself slightly at ease. In fact, I found myself wanting to sort of communicate on this level, especially if it was over food that tasted just divine. Not only was she a good fuck, but she was a good cook as well.

  “What are you laughing at, Sir?” she asked as she got up to do the dishes.

  “Nothing. Just something that made me smile,” I replied.

  “See, you do have a soft bone in your body. I just hope it wasn’t all used up on that little laugh,” she replied.

  “Come on then, let’s go down to the beach and you can tell me all about your plans for doing nothing over the summer,” I said as I headed toward the large glass doors.

  “Cool. Sounds like it could be fun for once!” Elizabeth answered. She laughed as she followed behind me.

  I glanced over my shoulder. “So you mean you’re not having fun?”

  “Come on, old man, shift your ass and get down those stairs,” she replied, laughing.

  We arrived at the beach hut, and I set up a couple of parasols and beach loungers while Elizabeth made a couple of home-brewed cocktails. We removed our outer garments and lay on the loungers. We were completely relaxed as we chatted.

  “So, you said your friend has two jobs and you are bumming around all summer?” I asked.

  “Apart from this weekend, yes. Three months of relaxing and soaking up the sun’s rays,” Elizabeth said. She took a sip of her cocktail. “I just want to be me, and I want to be free. Because you never know how quickly things can change.”

  “It’s true. Life does pass you by without you realizing. When I was your age, I had a different motivation. I had grown up with nothing, and I was hell bent on making sure I, and, may I add, Jonathan, didn’t stay there,” I said.

  “So, you have always been in control of your life and relationships?” she asked.

  “That I have. I learned at a very young age what you could do if you were in control. I had no end of crappy jobs, yet my bosses were full of wisdom. So, I gleaned this from them, and on many occasions, they had no idea I was taking from them.”

  “Well, you don’t have to know all my secrets. I have to keep something to myself,” she said as she pulled her shades over her eyes.

  I sipped on my cocktail and thought about the conversation. I had become relaxed with her by my side, and I had opened up a little. I had never really done that with anyone. Jonathan was different. We had known each other for as long as I could remember, so I never classified him as an “outsider” so to speak. But here I was. I had opened up to a complete stranger, and it felt both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.

  “So, Sir, why BDSM?” Elizabeth asked.

  “It came from my love of control, like I said. I wanted control in most aspects of my life, like with my business, and it spilled over into my relationships. This was the way I could do it,” I said.

  “Ah, I see. So you look at a woman as a commodity?” she said with a smirk.

  “In a way, yes, but not exactly. I just love the control, that power that is within me, and the knowledge that I can make them do whatever I want. It’s more satisfying than all of the money in the world, and why I said I’m more comfortable here than on the mainland.”

  “So you don’t ever look for more from a woman?”

  “I have looked for more in a woman, but they have never been able to cope with my needs and my BDSM liking,” I said. “Not just that, but I have never come across a woman who I have owned enough, or who I found I wanted to keep.”

  “Ah, I see. So it’s not really about forming a normal relationship. It’s you being able to control a woman long term, one who will not just break and accept you. Essentially, that would leave you feeling bored, as she would have no spirit and fight left in her,” Elizabeth said. “She has to bow to your needs but also be strong enough to fend off those needs, which would prolong you trying to break her. Sounds like it’s a vicious circle, Sir.”

  Fuck. She was smarter than I thought. She’d summed up the situation perfectly. She fully understood that for a woman to stay with me, she had to fight my urges and yet succumb to them at the same time. They still had to retain their individuality in their life. That was the missing part from all of my other relationships. No one had gotten it. But she did.

  “Can you get me another one of those cocktails, Elizabeth? One more and I could take a relaxing nap here,” I said as I smiled.

  “Of course, Sir,” she replied.

  I sipped on my cocktail and looked at the ocean through my Foster Grants. The waves danced as the afternoon sun’s rays hit them; they led a merry dance, one that became hypnotic started to make me feel a little sleepy.

  I placed my glass on the table between us and turned my head to look at Elizabeth. I closed my eyes and realized I had some serious inner concerns I had to mull over in my mind.

  My first major concern was, had I found the one? God, was Elizabeth the one woman who could do as we’d spoken of and retain her own identity? She had already proved she was strong enough to not crumble like a cookie, and she could be pushed and bent to follow my will. Hell, she even got her own satisfaction out of it in ways that filled her womanly needs.

  I considered the possibility that she was the one, and then I looked at it from an alternate perspective… She was too fucking young. I was double her age and could be her father. Not just that, but the business fraternity would not look upon me favorably if I decided to keep her.

  I had built a reputation in the world, and I had sold my soul to get there. I was always in the spotlight and would soon be questioned, no doubt. Why had I hooked up with a young girl in her twenties? Questions would be asked and accusations would be cast, and everything I ever did from that point forward would be questioned. Actually, my whole world, which I had spent a lifetime building, would come crashing down around me.

  I had many questions to ask myself, and the biggest one was, Am I fucked? If Elizabeth was the one, surely the answer to that was a resounding “yes!”

  Chapter 13

  Elizabeth

  I had been roaming around the island some more, spending some time on the other various beaches that surrounded parts of the island. I had cooked Charles my special Bolognese for lunch, but that was just a simple thing. Tonight I wanted to make him a special dinner, one he would not forget.

  I looked at the sky and saw it would be getting dark in a while, so I headed back to the house. I was halfway up the stony track when I saw the kitchen light was on, which was strange; Charles was not the sort to venture into the kitchen. He had people for that. I could see from a distance that there was another person in the house and wondered who it could be. I arrived at the kitchen and entered.

  “Hello? Is there anyone there?” I called out.

  “Hello, Miss Elizabeth,” the chef replied.

  “What? Where did you come from?” I asked, surprised. “I thought all the staff had gone to the mainland.”

  “We did, but Mr. Charles had me brought back for the cooking,” he said.

  “Shit, I was going to. You better just leave. I had planned to cook. Just go and stay wherever you stay,” I said in a harsh tone.

  “Yes, but, miss, Mr. Charles will be—”

  “Just fucking get out. Who is in charge here, eh? You or me?” I sno
rted.

  “Okay, miss. Whatever you say, miss,” the chef said as he exited the kitchen and headed toward the track.

  I was pissed. Charles had not informed me anyone was coming back, and I’d had a plan to surprise him. I had been lucky to arrive in time, or everything could have been ruined.

  I saw no sign of Charles, so I headed upstairs and showered. I also picked out a sexy nightie to wear. What better way to surprise him than with a home-cooked meal and a sexy, willing girl to serve him? Yes, he will be pleased.

  I had just placed a dish in the oven when I heard a noise behind me. I turned, and Charles stood in the doorway.

  “What’s going on here?” he asked.

  I leaned on the kitchen counter. “I’m cooking dinner.”

  “Where is the chef?” he asked in a raised tone.

  “I told him to go.”

  “What gives you the authority to order my staff about?” he shouted.

  “Nothing, but I wanted to…” I struggled with how to respond.

  “I don’t give two fucks what you wanted,” he said roughly. “My staff, my orders. No one else’s. You got that?”

  “Here. Have a glass of wine and fucking chill out, will you,” I said as I handed him a glass.

  Charles started to laugh. He raised his hand and lifted two fingers.

  “Little girl, you have just reached number two,” he said as he raised his glass to me. “Congratulations.”

  I had not decided if Charles was totally pissed at me or just acting pissed to show his authority. Either way, I had to be careful. He could be volatile, obviously. I presumed if anyone undermined his authority or went against his wishes, it might not be good. I had just realized I had also forgotten to include “Sir” when I’d answered him, and I hoped he had not realized that himself.

  Charles headed to the dining table and seated himself so he was facing the kitchen. I could feel him watching me as I cooked, or maybe it was the fact that under the see-through nightie, I was butt naked.