Bound by Pleasure

by Lacey Wolfe

“Ooo, what kind?” she asked.

  Before Megan could reply, Greg spoke. “She is very successful at it too. I’ve read her work, it’s great.”

  Megan turned and looked at him. “You’ve read my books?”

  “Not all of them yet, but I have them all loaded up on my ereader.”

  At that very moment it felt as though her heart was melting. There was no way he could understand how much she appreciated him even buying them. Her ex never wanted to hear anything about her writing. He just enjoyed it when her royalty checks arrived.

  After they finished eating, Megan listened as Greg spoke about his upcoming show and laid out a few photos of some of the paintings that would be there. The man across the table looked at each picture carefully. But Megan was engrossed in everything Greg had to say. He spoke with such confidence that she would have thought she was in a board meeting. She was so lost in his words that she was startled when Janet, the woman sitting across the table, nudged her.

  “Men and their work. Don’t you get so bored listening to them?” she asked.

  Megan smiled as though she agreed, even though she didn’t.

  “I need to use the ladies room. Would you like to come with me?” Janet stood and waited.

  Not really, but she didn’t think she had much of a choice at this point. Some women didn’t like to potty alone, and apparently Janet was one of them. They excused themselves and made their way through the restaurant which was starting to fill with a lunch crowd.

  In the bathroom, Megan went into a stall and pretended she had to use the restroom, but it wasn’t something you could really fake. Hoping Janet wouldn’t comment on it, she flushed the toilet and met her at the sink. Janet was reapplying her makeup, and Megan took a moment to check her appearance in the mirror as she waited. She hadn’t curled her hair today, so it sat straight and right below her chin.

  “You never told me earlier, what kind of romance do you write?” Janet asked again. “I’m a big reader.”

  “I don’t write your typical contemporary romance. It has a bit of an edge.”

  “You write dirty romance,” Janet guessed. She laughed. “That’s all you had to say. Nothing to be ashamed of.” She leaned in close and whispered. “I think most of us women like our sexy romances. Men have their porn, and we have our erotic literature.”

  Megan smiled. “Well, it does get a bit steamy at times.”

  “Do you ever, you know, when you’re writing?”

  Did she really just ask what Megan thought she did? What a personal thing to ask someone. She shook her head, hoping to get this conversation over.

  “Nothing to be ashamed of. We all do it,” Janet said.

  Yeah, but we all don’t talk about it! “We should get back out there. I bet they’re almost finished.”

  She left the bathroom and made her way back to the table with the nosey woman on her heels. Taking her seat next to Greg, she was happy when he took her hand and squeezed it. The men rounded up their conversation and the gentleman said he’d be in touch.

  Once they were in the car Greg told her he thought it went well. She was happy for him, even though she got stuck with some crazy lady.

  When they arrived back at his house, Megan figured she would be getting her things and heading home. But instead Greg asked if she was up to watching a movie. Part of her knew she should decline since she was trying to keep her feelings for him away, but this day couldn’t get any more awkward, so she decided to just roll with it.

  Chapter 9

  Ever since Megan had gotten home Saturday evening, she had been locked in her office pounding out the words. This was something completely new she was working on, and she didn’t intend for anyone else to read it. She was writing her story. Everything she had been feeling was exploding onto her Word document, and she finally felt like she had control of herself.

  Saturday she and Greg had watched a movie after they returned to his house. She sat next to him on the couch, and while they didn’t cuddle, his arm rested behind her, just not wrapped around her. Yet it still felt so intimate. After the movie he’d kissed her, and it was full of so much passion that they ended up having sex again. Just sex, no dominance-submission involved in any way. When it was over, they lay together on the couch for a good thirty minutes. He then got up, pulled his sandy brown locks back into a ponytail, and told her he’d see her on Tuesday.

  She was one hundred percent thoroughly confused about this whole thing. What in the world was happening? She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold this in without talking to him to see where things stood between them, but then at the same time she was afraid to say anything to him.

  Maybe it was time to really open up to Dawn. To talk to her about recent things and see if she had any advice. But she already knew what Dawn would tell her—to talk to Greg, to be honest and tell him how she was feeling. Dawn would remind her that trust and communication were keys to a dominate-submissive relationship. Megan did trust Greg, but she couldn’t bring herself to open up to him yet.

  Greg threw the paintbrush down. He had gotten no work done today. Each time he tried to really concentrate, something would happen. The phone had rung all day, and apparently, it was the perfect day for the road crew to come in and cut all the trees around the power lines, causing havoc all over the neighborhood. Dogs howled all day from their backyards, and the sound of chainsaws echoed up and down the road.

  Instead of trying to work any longer, he grabbed his ereader and decided to read a bit from one of Megan’s books. Maybe to prove to her that he was reading her stuff, and that he did care, he would choose a scene from her book and they would do that this evening.

  Leaving his office, he went to his bedroom. He plopped down on his bed and turned on the device. Scrolling through the list of books she had, he chose her latest release and spent the next few hours getting lost in her words.

  By the time seven o’clock rolled around, he was ready. His cock had been hard all afternoon. And even though he debated taking care of it himself, he couldn’t. He wanted her to. Her latest release was wicked hot, and there was one scene in particular that he wanted to try so bad. He just needed to make sure he had the right supplies.

  He made his way downstairs and once inside the playroom, he stripped his clothes off and tied his hair back. His cock was already hard, and he knew once her lips touched it he was going to come. But he couldn’t wait

  She, of course, was on her pillow, head down, and waiting. God, the sight of her submitting to him made his dick grow another inch. Cum began to seep out a little, and he hoped he could manage to get it in her mouth before he released his seed.

  “Good evening,” he said. “I need your mouth on me now. Seeing you there is already pushing me over the edge.”

  Megan lifted her head and looked up at him. She opened her mouth, and he took no time to thrust in.

  “Your mouth feels so damn good.” He panted. “I’m not going to last long.”

  Her tongued slowly moved down the vein on the bottom of his shaft, and then her lips made just the right suction and he couldn’t hold out any longer. His seed shot out and filled her mouth.

  “You’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well. I have a reward for you today.” He walked over to the cabinets and searched through the cupboards. He really hoped he could keep his word and give her the reward he had in mind. Finally, he found just what he was looking for. He then grabbed a few scarves and a tickler.

  “Hop up on the table and lay back.”

  Megan stood and quickly climbed on.

  “Put your wrists together and hold them out to me.”

  Once she did, he secured them together with the scarf. In the scene she had written the woman was gagged with another scarf so she couldn’t vocalize, because in that particular story the Dom liked silence. But Greg thrived on the vocalization, so he decided to not gag her.

  “Lay your hands above your head.” He watched as she stretched her arms behind her. “You’
re so fucking beautiful. Do you know that? Seeing you just like this pleases me so much.”

  He took a moment to really look at her. This was a woman he could certainly see being with for a long time. Possibly she could be his forever. They were going to have to talk soon.

  He opened up a heart-shaped tin and showed it to her. “This is a soy candle. And we’re going to have some wax play this evening. What color are we at?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl. And then to get to your other senses, I have this tickler. Are you ready to start?”

  Megan nodded.

  He lit the candle and let it start to burn a little. While he waited for some of the wax to melt, he took the tickler and started to tease her right around her breasts. Her nipples grew quickly and he couldn’t resist the urge to taste. Leaning forward, he brought one into his mouth and used his tool on the other. Her body arched into him.

  “Be still,” he reminded her. He checked the candle and saw it was ready. “I want you to be as still as possible during this. And please safe word if this is something you don’t like.”

  He blew out the candle and tested the temperature of the wax on the back of his wrist. The temperature seemed perfect to him. Holding the candle up high, he let the wax slowly pour down, starting on her belly.

  She wiggled a little when the wax first hit.

  He paused and asked, “What color are we?”

  “Green.”

  He smiled and began to pour again and moved up toward her breasts. He let the liquid hit right between her tits and then circled around each one. The way the wax looked on her skin turned him on. He dipped a finger into the cooler wax and rubbed it across her nipples. She gasped, her breathing heavy. He dripped wax back down her belly and stopped right above her pubic line.

  Setting the candle down, he picked up the tickler and moved it lightly across her torso. He was curious how much she liked this, so with his other hand he opened the folds to her pussy and let his finger explore. And he found her wet—which pleased him. He inserted two digits into her and started to thrust them in to bring her more pleasure.

  He knew it wasn’t going to take her long to come, but not yet. He fingered her until he felt her walls start to constrict and then removed his fingers. Picking the candle back up, he positioned himself between her legs.

  “Open your legs wide.”

  Seeing her spread-eagle made him want to bury his cock deep into her, but it wasn’t time just yet. He held the candle high and let the wax drip down onto her inner thighs. She yelped, and with his finger he spread the warm wax around on her skin.

  “Does this feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He poured more wax and once again rubbed it all around. He sat the candle down again and knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

  “I’m ready to fuck you. Are you ready for my cock to be inside you?”

  She nodded.

  “Get on all fours.”

  Since she was still bound, he had to help her position her arms as she rolled over. Megan’s ass and pussy were on display in front of him, and he knew he had to see the wax on her ass. There was no way he couldn’t. Grabbing the soy candle again, he dripped wax down her back until he met her round, firm little ass. As the wax dripped down it he groaned. Releasing the candle once again he climbed onto the table, positioned himself right at her opening, and drove into her.

  He held on tightly to her waist and leaned forward, kissing her back where the wax was. Sitting back up, he gripped her hair with one hand and her waist with the other. Then he let her have it as rough as he could.

  “God, you’re so damn tight. Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” The pleasure was already building and was almost to his tip. He wanted her to release with him. “Come now.”

  She cried out and she milked him, bringing him right over the edge. His seed spilled into her, and he swore he saw fireworks behind his eyelids as he rode out his orgasm.

  Once he was able to catch his breath, he pulled out of her and climbed off the table. Greg picked her up and laid her back on the table. He removed the scarf from around her wrists and dropped it on the floor, then helped her into a sitting position.

  “Did you enjoy the scene?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’ve never done much with wax before, but you gave me the idea. Do you know how you gave me the idea?”

  She had an expression of confusion on her face and then it appeared the light bulb went off.

  “You may tell me.”

  “My latest book had wax play in it.”

  “You’re right. I spent the afternoon reading your latest release. Your book left me on the edge of arousal, and I needed relief that only you can give me.”

  She smiled, and he could see it pleased her that he had taken an interest in her work.

  “Would you like to shower with me?” he asked. “That way I can help clean you up.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Taking her hand, he led her to the bathroom.

  Chapter 10

  As Megan dressed in the bedroom, her thoughts were full of lust. The shower had been heaven. Greg had taken care of her, from removing all the wax from her skin to washing her. She’d never been so clean.

  After she had been thoroughly washed he then lifted her, pressing her back against the cool wall and slipping his cock into her opening. She clung to his shoulders as he pumped into her, bringing them both to climax. And when they had recovered, he once again cleaned her body. But the best thing was when he allowed her to wash him. She got to freely let her hands roam over his body, feeling his arms, legs, chest, and ass. He was hard and firm all over. She wanted to taste him, to see how his skin tasted, but she worried that would be taking it too far.

  After the shower, he wrapped a towel around her, and they took a moment to just gaze into one another’s eyes before he spoke. She was to meet him upstairs for a snack and recap after she was clothed.

  She dressed quickly and towel dried her hair. One benefit to short hair was that it dried quickly. Megan wished she had her makeup bag since it had all been washed off, but there wasn’t anything she could do about that. Maybe from now on she would pack a bag in case this incident of heaven ever happened again.

  Placing her dirty towel in the hamper, she went upstairs to meet with Greg as they usually did. She was really beginning to enjoy their talks. While it threw her off at first, now it just made her feel that much more connected to him. No one had ever made her feel the way he did, from the sex to the way her heart fluttered when she saw him.

  As she entered the kitchen, Greg’s back was to her. Taking the opportunity presented, she took in his body from behind. His hair was down as it dried, and there was a slight curl to the end. She wanted to wrap his locks around her fingers.

  Megan took a seat and the sound from the chair caused Greg to turn around. “That was quick.”

  “I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”

  He smiled. “You’re so good to me.”

  She tried to contain her happiness at his compliment. It thrilled her that he was so pleased with her.

  “Give me a few minutes to finish this up. I wanted to make something special for you. I started it earlier.”

  She took a moment to let the aroma flood her senses, and the smell made her stomach growl. She let her gaze wander around the kitchen. A crock-pot sat on the counter, and she wondered if he had prepared a roast. That was what it smelled like.

  She didn’t have to wait long. Greg walked over and placed a plate in front of her with several slices of beef roast, seasoned potato wedges, and green beans. He then set a basket of rolls on the table.

  “This looks and smells amazing. You did this for me?” she asked.

  Greg took his seat. “Of course. You need your strength. And you’ve given me so much that I wanted to thank you with a proper meal. Not another sandwich.”

  “You made good sandwiches.”

  “
Thank you. Now eat up, and then we’ll talk a little. I have something I want to discuss with you.”

  Being quiet while she ate wasn’t hard. The food satisfied her to the fullest, and she savored every bite. The meat was so tender and juicy. The potatoes had some seasoning on them that gave them a light spicy kick. And the green beans she could tell had been cooked with the meat. As she bit into one, juice ran down her chin. If she wasn’t with company, she most likely would have attempted to lick it off, but she opted for using the napkin instead.

  Megan finished her whole plate and two rolls. She was shocked by how hungry she was. Greg told her to meet him in the living room and said he would be there in a moment. She picked up her plate to take it to the sink, but he told her to leave it, so she did. She made her way to the living room and sat on the couch, remembering that the last time she’d been there, they’d made love on it.

  Greg didn’t keep her waiting. He brought her drink from the kitchen and handed it to her before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa.

  “First, I want you to be honest and open. Can you do that for me?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you getting everything you need from this relationship?”

  “I am.”

  “Because now is the time to tell me if you aren’t satisfied with anything. Have you enjoyed everything we’ve done?”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated.

  “I can tell by that look there is something. Please tell me.”

  Taking a deep breath, she said, “I didn’t like the nipple clamps. It brought me pleasure at the time, but I wasn’t crazy about the aftereffect. They were sore for days.”

  “Thank you for telling me.”

  It actually felt nice to express that. It had been so long since she’d told someone what she didn’t like without them getting upset.

  “I’m really enjoying my time with you. Are you okay with the more ‘normal’ times we’ve had together?”

  She assumed he was referring to their dinners, or the day they’d watched a movie. She loved those times. It made this feel like a relationship. And while she didn’t think she was ready for one, being with Greg made her want one. “I very much enjoy that time with you.”