by Zoey Derrick
Dex comes over to me, checking my hands, checking the circulation and when he’s satisfied with that, he gives the chain on my clamps a tiny tug. My eyes meet his, hooded and desperate, and he grits his teeth. Unsure if it’s pleasure from the fact that I raised my eyes to him, I lower my head and he tugs again, harder this time, sending stabbing pleasure through my nipples and into my core. I moan. His hand then cups and caresses my cheek before joining Derek next to Cotah.
He stands off to the side and Derek gets behind her. He has fresh rope in his hands and I watch with eager anticipation when he brings the rope around her front, under her breasts and he slides it purposefully against her skin and her eyes roll and then meet mine. She doesn’t smile, but I can see the pleasure in her features and my envy rises to jealousy, I want to feel what she’s feeling.
Derek continues to wrap the rope around Dacotah in various ways. He now has rope above and below her tits and he proceeds to box them in as he winds the rope between the rope that is on top and below her bust.
I watch as her breasts grow bulbous as the rope tightens. I’ve seen this before in porn and I’ve always thought it was sexy as shit. Gradually her breasts grow rounder and firmer with each tightened pass of the rope against her skin. With each pass, each tightening, I can see Cotah’s eyes glazing over with lust and I wish I could help her.
“Raine,” Derek says and I sit up. The chain between my nipples bounces and my eyes roll slightly. “Come here,” he orders and I stand up gently, fighting the bounce of the chain, trying to not let the sensation get the best of me, at least not yet.
I come to stand before Cotah. “Yes, Sir?”
“Help her out, will you?”
I hesitate for a moment wondering how I can help with my hands bound but I answer, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good Girl,” Derek praises and I watch Cotah shiver.
With her breasts pulled tight, the areola surrounding her nipples is darker, more pronounced, and her nipples are, yeah, they’re just fucking lickable. Which is exactly what I do. I flatten my tongue against her swollen flesh and I slide it up, fat and wide, wet and warm, right over the peak of her nipple and she moans loudly. I repeat the process, only this time with just the tip of my tongue. She fights her bindings but manages to arch into me, encouraging me to continue. Taking my cue, I suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until I get it hard enough to bite gently on it. She cries out. I look up at her for reassurance and she nods. I lick the sting away before moving to the other nipple, which is now hard and wanting as well.
I repeat the process against her other nipple.
That’s when I see Derek’s hand slide around her side. He reaches out and finds my chain. He tugs on it and my knees nearly buckle from the pleasure he’s eliciting from me. When he’s done, I watch as his hand slides in under Dacotah’s panties. I wanted to do that, but my hands being bound make it nearly impossible for me to be able to do so.
“Ahh, Master,” she cries out. Her whole body is shaking with obvious pleasure. That’s when I feel Dex come around behind me, his hands sliding along my back, joined by his other hand. He rubs both along my shoulders before wrapping around the front of my body. I feel his denim clad erection pressing into me and I moan. He tugs on the chain once more.
I release Cotah’s nipple from my mouth as I cry out. Pleasure and a desperate need to come overrun all other thoughts. “Fuck,” I growl.
That’s when I feel Dex’s hand smack hard against my ass. “Argh.” I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me towards Cotah’s nipple and I pull it into my mouth. Derek’s hand continues to move slowly beneath her panties and her breathing becomes more and more ragged. She’s getting close. I switch nipples, back to the one I haven’t bitten yet.
“Do you want to come, my precious slut?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want Raine to keep sucking your tits?”
“Please, Master.”
“Or would you rather have the clamps?”
“No, Master. I love Raine’s mouth on my tits.”
Her declaration spurs me to pleasure her the best way I can and know how. Dex isn’t helping with my own pleasure as his cock rubs against my sex. His hands roam over my body, caressing, loving and devouring me.
Dacotah starts to tremble and Derek’s pace increases on her clit.
“Please Master,” she cries out.
“Please what, precious?”
“Please Master, may I come?”
I switch nipples and prepare to help her over the edge.
“Please Master,” She cries out, her body trembling with each pass of his finger over her clit and I can only imagine how hard it is right now. I lick and suck on her nipple. I’m trying to be gentle, trying not to tip her over the edge before she has permission. I notice some shifting, though I can’t see exactly what happens, but Cotah’s cries become more desperate. “Please, please, please, Master. Please let me come,” she begs harder.
“Come, now,” he growls and I feel Cotah’s orgasm rock through her entire body, shaking and convulsing, her hips thrusting. I let up my licking and sucking of her nipples, knowing my own personal irritation with over stimulated nipples. When I release her nipple from my mouth, Dex pulls me to stand up straight and he lifts my arms over my head. Before I know it, I am hooked up, just like Cotah. I whimper. I am desperate to feel what she’s felt.
I watch as Derek extracts himself from her, placing his fingers into her mouth and she eagerly licks her juices from his fingers with closed eyes. When he’s satisfied with how clean they are and he’s walked around to her front, he removes his fingers from her mouth and then I watch as he slaps one of her breasts and then the other. She cries out, loud. “Again?”
“Yes, Master,” she answers and Derek repeats the process and I watch as Cotah’s breasts start to turn red with his slapping. Then he produces clamps similar to the ones I’m still wearing. I watch as lust and a cloudy haze washes over Cotah’s eyes as Derek attaches the clamps to her nipples. He walks around her, pressing his chest to her back and she melts, whimpering into his touch.
“Good girl. Do you want more?”
“Yes, Master,” she answers without hesitation.
Dex has come around me, watching them and watching me watch them. His hands gently caress my breasts, occasionally tugging on the chain. It’s getting to be too much and just as I start to think that, I feel his fingers on one of the claws. I watch as he releases it, then watch as the blood and overwhelming burning sensation radiates as the flow is restored. “Fuck,” I cry out as he unclamps the other one and I fight my bindings as the pain is nearly too much to handle.
He softens the pain with a gentle flick of his tongue across one nipple followed by the other one. “Fuck…Master,” I cry out. I start scissoring my legs together, desperately seeking relief.
“She’s going to come,” Derek says.
Dex smirks and licks across the other nipple before plunging his hand under my panties.
“Please Master, please, I need to come, please. Oh god.” I fight it, hard, but I’m losing. “Please,” I beg again and his mouth comes to my ear.
“Come for me, now, princess.”
I fucking explode, everywhere. Literally. Shattering into a million tiny fucking pieces as his hand pulls back on my braid, raising my lips to his. He swallows my cries of pure pleasure.
That was the first of three orgasms from me in the playroom that night. We extended our scene to Dex and Derek wrapping me in the same way as Cotah, giving me a chance to experience something so far beyond intense that I didn’t know what was happening at first. That was until I heard Derek tell Dex that I was floating. Once I’d gotten tied up, determined to test the limits of what I could handle, Derek brought out a flogger and proceeded to flog my back for a few minutes until Dex had seen enough to give it a go. By that point, I was slipping deeper and deeper into what I now know was subspace. When I was untied, I was completely shattered.
Dex took me back to our room and made sweet love to me, extending my high even higher.
In the middle of the night, I crashed and I did it hard. Cold shivers wracked my body, but what never faltered that night was Dex’s rapt attention to me and my needs, comforting me, and making me feel like the most important person in the world. It was that feeling that I knew I was going to grow addicted to.
We left Vegas that Saturday, at the same time as Derek and Dacotah headed back to North Carolina. They were off to Paris on Monday, and again I was very jealous of Cotah getting to hop the pond. Derek promised that Dex and I would join them one trip and that excited me and reminded me that I needed to get a passport.
By Sunday, I’d moved out of the hotel and into Dex’s tiny little studio apartment. It worked great for the few days that we were there.
Monday and Tuesday, I worked from the office. Actually, I used Cami’s office because they hadn’t gotten me set up anywhere yet. Trinity told me that with everything that I’d done so far that Addison was going to be mine. When I called Addison to tell her the news, she was over the moon and told me to bring Dex to dinner at her place.
We went to her condo that night and man was it gorgeous. I’d almost wished I’d taken her up on her offer to move in. Funny thing was, Kyle and Talon kept ribbing her about getting rid of the condo so that they could all move into their own house. The idea comes to me later, what if I rented it, or Dex bought it?
I expressed my idea to Dex and he just smiled at me.
When we got home from Addison’s, Dex and I sit down for a long talk. It was rather business like. Though we don’t actually have that type of contract, we discuss many terms that would be included in said contract. The main thing we discuss is what we both want from a Dom/sub relationship.
“Do you want someone to sit at your feet and cater to your every need?” I ask him candidly.
“No, I don’t. In fact, I want a partner, an equal, though there are certainly things. For example, if we had a house, I’d do the yard work.” I snort a laugh, he ignores me. “You’d do the cooking and laundry.”
“That’s a bit sexist, don’t you think?”
He smiles wide, “No. Do you want to mow the grass, weed the yard, mend the fences?”
“You sound like you fell out of the 1920s. No, I don’t want to do that stuff.”
“Do you really want me to cook?” He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Can you cook?”
He laughs. “Have you looked in the cupboards around here?”
I laugh too. “I’m pretty sure there is more dust than food, but you’ve been gone and you weren’t here very long before you left.” I try to make an excuse for him and he just shakes his head.
“No, glowbug, it’s empty because I know where the takeout menus are and I know how to drive a car to take my happy ass to a restaurant.”
“Figures.”
“But you cooking and feeding me pleases me.”
“You’re not a baby, you can feed yourself. But cooking, I can do the cooking.” I smile a Cheshire grin at him.
Our banter continues for a little while longer and eventually morphs into more serious conversation.
“I want you to surrender yourself to me.”
I cock my head. “I do that already.”
He shakes his head. “In the bedroom, absolutely you do and I treasure every minute of it, but I want you to surrender everything to me.”
“I won’t quit working and I refuse to give up my friends,” I state matter of factly.
“Glowbug, I would never ask you to stop working, in fact, I like the idea that you work, though you don’t need to on a financial aspect, but it gives you something to do. I cannot picture you sitting at home like Dacotah does.”
“But she’s not idle.”
“No, she’s not, but I can’t imagine anything, with the exception of kids, that could take up that much of your time every day. When and if we decide to have children, we’ll re-evaluate the working thing.” I start to protest but he talks over me. “Children and working are not up for discussion right now. That is sometime down the line and there is no point in us wasting this night discussing something that isn’t even a reality right now.”
“Okay, true.”
“But, I have control when it comes to you and work.”
“I’m confused.”
“For example, if work is too much, too stressful, taking up too much of your time and energy, I will step in and force you to step back…”
I start to protest, “Ahh, wait…”
“How many clients do you have right now?” he asks and I hold up one finger. “Addison, right?” I nod. “How many potential clients could you have?” I shrug because I honestly don’t know. “Okay, well, if it ever comes down to where you’re working twenty-four seven and I see it taking a toll on you, I will force you to step back.”
“But I’m not self-employed,” I tell him.
“Ahh, but do you really think Cami would deny you if you went to her and said it was too much and that you couldn’t handle it?”
I pout, “No.”
“That’s my point.”
“Okay,” I say. “What are my rules?” I move on since having him take over is pretty much what I’ve wanted all along.
“You’re agreeing to surrendering yourself to me in all things?”
I smile. “Dex, it’s what I’ve wanted all along. I don’t want to be your sex slave, I want to be your partner and I truly do want to give you my submission. I can’t say that it will be easy, I know I will fight you on certain things, that I will probably get a little bratty about other things, it won’t be perfect, and I know I will struggle, especially with independence. Because I have been so independent my whole like. But you have to be willing to work with me too. You can’t get all high and mighty without a good reason.”
“Understood. That all works both ways.”
I smile at him. “Agreed.”
“You want rules?” he asks and I nod. “Rule number one, communication. I can’t fix issues that you may be having if you don’t tell me about it. Rule two, honesty, I expect you to be honest with me at all times, failing to do so will result in punishment. I will not tolerate lying.”
“Both of those aren’t really rules, those are mandatory guidelines. I need to know what I can and can’t do, what my restrictions are, what I should do, things like that.”
“I don’t have those answers yet and I won’t know until something comes up where I can address it as such. But I do know one rule that falls in line with respect.”
“Go on,” I say softly.
“Yelling, screaming, snotty attitude, especially when we’re talking, disrespecting me, my directions, choices or decisions.”
“Understood.”
I’d give you the rest of the details, but in short, we discussed what it was that we want from the kinkier side of our relationship. I think he had an orgasm in his pants when I told him that the night in the playroom, while I had a penny stuck to my nose, I realized that disappointing him was my only concern. My drive to please him was so strong that it overruled the pain in my knees. I also told him that I could not and would not wait on him hand and foot, but that I would be more than willing to work on a relationship similar to that of Derek and Dacotah.
My declaration was almost enough to send Dex to tears. When I asked him why, he said simply that he wanted to be responsible for taking care of me, my life and every aspect of it.
We also decided not to tell the band that we’d gotten married in Vegas. Not wanting to make everyone angry that we’d married without them. Ultimately, we’d plan a wedding later and treat it like our first, just for our friends, if nothing else.
When Wednesday rolled around, Addison, Talon, Kyle, Mouse, Peacock, Dex and I boarded Bold’s plane for Denver and the first show of the last two weeks on tour. Everyone looked refreshed, but yet tired and weary at the same time. I couldn’t do a whole lot about that,
but I tried my best to raise everyone’s spirits. It seemed to work because we were all laughing and joking by the time we touched down in Denver.
The security detail shrunk over the break. The band is now left with Mills, Rusty, Beck, Casey and Tori. Tori was still assigned to Addison, but also to me as well. It makes sense when Addison and I are probably going to be glued at the hip as we work out some things for the band, as well as for her career. I don’t know whether or not she’s decided to sign on with anyone, but there are strong negotiations going on for her to duet with Bryan Hayes after the tour is over.
With marijuana legal in Colorado, I was petrified over how Dex was going to handle being assaulted by something so familiar to him, especially at the concert. Instead, I was rewarded with his Dominant side, glares, stares and commanding orders. I soaked it up and loved every minute of it. Especially when he needed me. He’d just walk right up and wrap his arms around me, burying his face in my hair. Each time I would catch him inhaling long and hard. I knew then that my presence was a complete and total comfort to him, and that my presence alone was enough to curb his appetite for drugs and increase his desperation for me.
When the show finally got started, I noticed that Dex slipped into a zone, the same zone he always does when performing, and the rest of the night went off without a hitch and included a three song encore. The fans weren’t ready to give up just yet, but the band was literally running out of songs to play.
The band went out that night and we all had an amazing time. I can’t even begin to describe the euphoria the guys felt after another great show. Only to have it squashed by a twenty plus hour bus ride to Seattle. We took off mid-morning on Friday. The band wanted to spend time in Seattle versus Denver and I was glad. I wasn’t sure how much more Dex could handle. I was naive in thinking that pot wasn’t going to be an issue for him when clearly it was.