Bound Hearts

by C. C. Galloway

  Cursing him and herself, she took the bowl he offered and dug in. They stood around her counter, silently eating their ice cream until the bowls were clean.

  “You want some more?” he asked, digging in for round two.

  “No. Anything more and I won’t be able to fit into my pants tomorrow,” she lamented, mentally calculating how many miles she would have to run in the morning before class.

  “You look terrific in your pants if you ask me,” he purred, his eyes focusing in on hers and refusing to let go.

  “Well, I’d like to keep it that way and be able to button them tomorrow so I have to stop now.”

  “Even though you still want more?”

  “Especially because I still want more.”

  “You always deny yourself something you want?”

  “Only when it’s not good for me,” she croaked, caught within the grip of his mesmerizing stare, scared to continue looking at him, scared to look away.

  He moved closer to her, blocking her back against the counter, using both of his arms to trap her.

  “What about me, Calleigh? Do you think I’m not good for you?” he questioned, leaning down towards her neck, rubbing his nose right across the most sensitive part of her neck.

  “I don’t think you’re good for me at all,” she responded in a husky voice she didn’t recognize, wanting to grab his face from her throat and put it where she could use it the most, on her lips. Or other hungry body parts.

  “If you want to be bad, we can be very bad, Calleigh. I’m good at being bad,” he responded, moving to the opposite side of her throat, placing his hands on her breasts, his heat pouring through both her sports bra and t-shirt, sending ripples of sensation throughout her torso. It’d been awhile since she’d been with a man, and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d wanted a man as much as she wanted the one touching her right now. In spite of everything, she wanted him. Right here, right now.

  “I’m a good girl, David,” she replied linking her arms behind his head, urging him with her body to continue.

  “I know you’re good,” he responded, nipping at her breasts through her shirt and sports bra, the contrast between the cotton and his mouth making her wetter by the second. She felt her center reach out for him.

  “But I’m not,” he continued finally moving his hands under the waistband of her pants to find her underpants before inserting a blunt finger in her pussy. Taking his time, he relentlessly circled his finger around and around her clit in circles until she was about to come. Then, he stopped. Whimpering, she arched upwards towards him, silently begging him to finish.

  “Do you want to come, Calleigh?”

  “Yes…..”

  “How badly do you want to come? How important is it to you? Hmmmm?” He continued nuzzling her neck as he kept her right on the precipice with his finger an inch away from pulling her trigger.

  “Please.”

  “Please what, Calleigh? If you want to come, you have to say the words. Say them, Calleigh.”

  “Please make me come,” she whimpered.

  And he did, using his deft fingers to send blasts through her until she was limp in his arms. Once she could re-focus, she looked down at him, where his cock was straining against his warm-up pants. She nibbled on her lower lip, an action she hadn’t taken in years, and questioned whether or not she wanted to take the plunge. He would be a powerful, demanding lover. She had been a good girl and where had it ever gotten her? Alone and single at thirty-two. Maybe this was all there was, this one, simple moment with a man she was attracted to and who seemed to return the feelings. Even if they were only temporary.

  “My bed is over there,” she offered, tilting her head to the right, indicating where it sat behind the oriental screen she used as a divider, waiting for him to respond. If he rejected her one more time, she’d have to punch his lights out. On principle alone.

  “Calleigh, I have to tell you something.” His eyes drilled into hers, with an intensity and an earnestness she never would have expected to see peering out at her.

  Great. True confession time. He was probably going to tell her he was still married to some woman in Wyoming with a couple of kids. Or he wanted to wear her underwear or high heels. Or wanted to watch her with another woman. Or God forbid, another man.

  “What?”

  “I’m a Dom.”

  “What?”

  “I’m a Dom.”

  “If that’s some kind of Chinese zodiac symbol, you should know I was born in the Year of the Snake.” She had no idea where this conversation was headed.

  A short laugh left his lips as he rested his forehead against hers in a tender gesture she would never have believed him capable of.

  “It doesn’t have anything to do with China, zodiacs, or symbols, Calleigh,” he whispered against her cheek, his breath moving softly through her ear.

  “Then what is it?”

  Pulling back, he looked into her eyes.

  “Are you familiar with BDSM?” he began, watching her face for any change in her expression when awareness was likely to dawn.

  “I know what it is. People who like to be tied up and beaten,” she asserted, still confused and now acutely uncomfortable where this was leading.

  “That’s one facet of what some people like. Others like to dominate their partners, who enjoy being submissive.”

  The light switched on.

  “That’s what you want to do? You want to dominate me?”

  Chapter 5

  “Calleigh, this is never going to work if you don’t trust me. Trust is the cornerstone of any Dom/Sub relationship,” David reminded her.

  After he described what he demanded from his sexual partners, as well as what he promised, Calleigh paced for awhile, chewing on the night’s revelations. Back and forth in her tiny living room while David remained silent.

  After she’d surely worn a hole in the floor, she stood before him and started firing questions at him with the precision of a drill sergeant.

  “I have to do what you say at all times?” she asked.

  “Only in the bedroom, not at any other time, like when we’re out socially.”

  “We’ll be going out socially?”

  “Yes, Calleigh, that’s what couples do. They go out. Take in football and basketball games. Hold hands at the movies. That kind of shit.”

  A goofy smile lit up her face. “You want that with me?”

  “Calleigh, right now, I want to fuck you. Badly. When I’m done fucking you, I want to do other things with you. Watch movies. Make fun of reality television. Go watch the Blazers. Bring you to Tide games. That’s what I want with you.”

  “I don’t want you to hit me or whip me, David. That doesn’t sound sexy to me,” she warned.

  “I don’t hit my partners and the only ones I whip have asked me for it. It’s not about me, hurting you, Calleigh,” he reassured her, his calm voice soothing some of the rough edges of the subject. “It’s about you relinquishing control and trusting me.”

  “Anytime I tell you to stop, you will?”

  “Absolutely.” His dark blue eyes communicated nothing but raw honesty. “I promise you we will never do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Ever. We’ll establish a safe word and once you utter your safe word, I stop doing what I’m doing immediately. If you’re restrained, I’ll undo the restraints. If I’m inside of you, I’ll immediately pull out. If I’m using a vibrator to tap dance all over your clit and you’re about to come as hard as you’ve ever come before and you use the word, I’ll turn it off and stop until you tell me what you want me to do. You have all the control. Because I’ll never stop unless and until you tell me to. But once you use your word, whatever one we decide on, everything stops. I promise.”

  The pictures he painted with his words fired her up from the inside out. She never would have imagined she’d ever consider anything along the lines of what he was proposing. Did it make her a total slut that she was both excited and nervous? Sh
e’d never used any of her toys with her boyfriends, afraid they’d think she was into weird, kinky stuff that would turn them off. Now her fantasies seemed like child’s play compared to the stuff he was suggesting.

  “How would you restrain me?”

  He smiled. “It would depend on the types of restraints we determine you enjoy. If you like metal, we can use handcuffs. If you prefer silk, I have silk ties we can use for both your hands and your legs.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Occasionally, I might blindfold you. Removing your sense of sight makes you more aware of everything else going on.”

  “What kind of blindfold?”

  “Black silk that will completely prevent any potential light from coming in.”

  “What if I’m not comfortable with that?”

  “Then we won’t do it, Calleigh. But you should try it, figure out if you like it or not before you immediately reject it and cast the possibility aside.”

  “What else?” she asked, her trust increasing with each of his answers.

  “Everything is your call, Calleigh, your choice. I will never push you to do anything you’re adamantly against. All I ask is you trust me and try some of the things I want to do. If you try it and you’re not one hundred percent behind it because it doesn’t turn you on and get you off, we won’t do it. End of story.”

  “Is there anything else?” she gulped.

  He looked like a big, bad wolf sizing up his little Red Riding Hood. “There are a lot of other things I want to do with you, but don’t you think we should leave some of it to be a surprise?”

  “Well, your version of surprises and my version of surprises may differ greatly,” she tartly replied. “What about you?”

  “What about me?” he countered.

  “I’m going to want to touch you. Everywhere. Can I do that or do I have to wait for permission?” She stuck her chin out, waiting for him to pick up her gauntlet.

  “I’ll tell you exactly where I want you to touch me,” he promised.

  “What if I want to touch you in other places?” she challenged.

  He rose up from his position on the couch and approached her.

  “Ask and ye shall receive,” he said, taking her hands and leading her over to her bed situated against the wall.

  “I don’t have any of the things you like to use,” she disclosed as he began tugging her pants down her long legs. David looked up and shot her what she was quickly coming to realize was his half smile.

  “I’ll bet you have a ton of scarves,” he said. “Where are they?”

  She gestured to her Asian style bureau to the right of her bed. “Top drawer,” she answered.

  “Stay right here. Don’t move an inch,” he warned, moving to the bureau, opening the drawer she’d gestured to and rooting around inside until he found what he was looking for and turned back towards her.

  “You know, my mother gave me both of those scarves, in case you were wondering.”

  “You honestly want to bring your mother in here, with us, right now, given what we’re about to do?”

  She cast her eyes down towards the floor. “No,” she murmured, not looking up.

  “Look at me, Calleigh,” he instructed, tilting her head up to meet his stare.

  When she did, he looked at her, drilling her with his eyes. “If you want me to go, I will. But this is what works for me. If you’re not into it or uncomfortable, we can try other things. I know what I like and believe it or not, I actually know how to please a woman. I promise if you trust me, you won’t regret it.”

  After several heartbeats with them both breathing deep breaths, looking at each other, each refusing to look or walk away, she spoke.

  “What’s my safe word?

  “It should be something you pick and a word that doesn’t normally come up during sex.”

  “Like ice cream,” she suggested, remembering his peace offering earlier in the night.

  “Ice cream it is,” he confirmed.

  She placed her hands on his waist and looked at him, as vulnerable as she’d ever been.

  “Ok. I’m scared, David. I’ve never done anything like this. And never with anyone like you.”

  He stroked her cheek, soothing her with his thumb.

  “I know you are, but try and trust me. Anything that doesn’t feel right or enjoyable, just use your safe word and we stop. Ok?”

  “Ok. What do you want me to do?”

  “Strip naked and crawl up on the bed on your knees, facing the wall,” he ordered.

  A current of heat licked through her, starting at the tips of her breasts and traveling down to her pussy where she felt herself moisten and expand in eager anticipation.

  “Don’t make me tell you twice,” he gently warned.

  She stuck her fingers on each side of her plain, matronly undies and pushed them down, momentarily embarrassed she hadn’t done any private maintenance in far too long.

  After her undies, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and reached behind her back to unhook her sports bra, every single nerve in her body firing up. She crawled up on her comforter as she oriented herself towards the wall, waiting for her next instruction. What did it say about her that she was loving this? The anticipation of what would happen and when it would take place.

  She felt the bed dip when he sidled up behind her.

  “Close your eyes,” he instructed, his breath hot on her neck.

  Once she did, his arms snaked around her as he secured the navy silk scarf over her eyes and she knew a second of alarm. It’s ok, it’s ok. Say “ice cream” when you want this to end. She didn’t want it to end. It was already, without him touching her, the most erotic experience of her entire life. Her arousal had never been as deep as it was sitting on her bed, waiting for him.

  He tightened the scarf around her eyes and down to the top portion of her nose, successfully blocking the natural and manufactured light throughout her loft.

  “Everything okay?” he whispered, kissing first her right shoulder then her left one.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. By the way, you should only speak to me in response to a question I ask or if you ask permission to speak. Or if you need to use your safe word. Alright?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Spread your legs as much as you can and still remain comfortable,” he ordered, stroking the lower portion of her back and down to the crack of her bottom. She had never been into ass play, had never even let any of her lovers inside back there, but his nimble fingers were quickly making her re-consider.

  She complied with his request and waited for further instructions.

  “Place your hands on your hips and do not move them.”

  She did.

  “Calleigh?”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you ever touch yourself?” he asked in her ear, his breath stroking her as surely as his fingers did.

  “Of course. Doesn’t everyone?” She laughed, quickly and uncomfortably, grateful for the fact she didn’t have to look at him and that he couldn’t see the anxiety rippling throughout her torso.

  He lightly swatted her ass, not nearly enough to mark her, but enough that she was quickly reminded who was in charge.

  “Yes or no, Calleigh. Do you masturbate?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do you use? Don’t lie or leave anything out,” he softly warned, keeping up his subtle stroking of her ass. She liked it, but she wanted him inside of her.

  “I want you to tell me about every single thing you’ve ever used, ever put inside of your soft, sweet spot to make yourself come. Dildos, vibrators, your fingers….”

  “I use my fingers,” she answered, wanting to move her rear back against him, searching for something out of her reach.

  “What else?” he prompted.

  She hesitated, embarrassed and quietly ashamed for something that was normal. “I’ve used dildos.”

  “Very good. Tell me about them, Calleigh. When did
you first use a dildo to fuck yourself?” he softly questioned, his words quiet in the darkness.

  “I bought my first dildo in college, from a sex shop.” The blindfold emboldened her. Bolder than she’d ever been with any other man.

  “Go on.”

  “It was approximately five inches long, very life-like,” she continued.

  “What color was it?”

  “Flesh-colored.”

  “Ahh, nice, Calleigh. Did you fantasize with your dildo? Did you dream a well-endowed man was fucking you with his big cock?”

  “Yes.”

  The romantic in her regretted their first time was going to be doggy-style, but she was so turned on, she was more focused on completing the act than anything else. She craved his cock right at the space designed specifically for this act. For this man.

  § § §

  David moved his fingers from Calleigh’s ass to the front of her muff, drawing circles all around, but refusing to travel inside of it. He wanted to make her work for it. The longer he drew this out, the better it would ultimately be for both of them and the more relaxed she would be when he made her his.

  “Do you still use it?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “I just don’t,” she answered, unconsciously moving her backside in rhythm to his fingers.

  “Do you use any dildos now, Calleigh?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “What else do you use, Calleigh?” he continued, moving his fingers around and around teasing her, refusing to please her.

  “I have a vibrator.”

  “Where do you keep it?”

  She paused. “In the bottom drawer of the right hand side of the bedside table.”

  He immediately left the bed in search of one of his favorite toys. While vibes were completely pedestrian in the world of BDSM, practically mainstream these days with every mini-van driving suburban housewife owning one, if not several more, they were still his favorite – one hundred percent guaranteed to make his partner come. And come. And come some more until he decided to turn it off.

  He put the vibrator up to his nose and smelled her sweet, distinctive scent before returning to bed.

  “Do you like pleasuring yourself?” he asked in her ear, settling back behind her, pushing her long blonde hair to the side so he could plant soft kisses across her shoulder blades. He loved kissing her skin, skin that was a delicious combination of sweet and salty that teased his lips and left him wanting to kiss every inch of her.