Bound for Trouble

by Alison Tyler

  She stood up then and kissed him again. The smell of his skin was intense at such a short distance and she ran her tongue along his jawline, tasting his stubble and sweat. She could feel his breathing increase, his heart rapidly beating. “Now, Miko, just how badly do you want me to fuck you?” She felt his breathing hitch, and tasted the sweat on his brow.

  “Fuck.” His voice was strained. “Fuck me. Now, however you want, just fuck me.” Grace could feel a slight tremble in his arms. She laughed and kissed him again, tasting the bitter coffee.

  “Eager aren’t you? Can’t wait to feel me filling you, driving into you, can you?”

  She walked around him and opened the drawers set against one wall. Nestled against crisp white cotton, an array of differently sized and shaped dildos rested. “Come here and choose. Whichever you want, or think you can handle.” As he looked over the selection his hands danced against the wood of the drawer and he bit slightly at his bottom lip. She wanted desperately to fuck his face every time his tongue darted out to soothe the bitten places. He placed his hand, hesitantly, on one of her largest, a purple-tinted monstrosity. Her quim tingled, remembering how full and fucked she felt with that inside her. She smiled and drew it out. She also grabbed one of the midsized dildos, black and menacing, but smaller. She had no intention of making this uncomfortable, but if he wanted the intensity, she could provide it.

  “Go lie on the bed, Miko, I’ll be there in a moment.” She ran a hand down his side as she said it, the pushed him toward the bed. She needed an orgasm before she started, or it would all go too quickly. Grace wanted this to last. She pulled off her underwear and pulled on a harness, one providing easy access to her already slick cunt and clit. Miko lay on the bed, his cock hard and heavy. Grace stepped onto the bed, feeling it sway beneath her feet, and stood over his prone body.

  “Would you like to be restrained? I’ve got a nice selection of cuffs and ties and ropes around.” She dropped to kneel over his chest, her slickness pressed into his chest and the purple, silicon cock resting near his face. “Or I could hold you down. Maybe just order you to stay still.” Miko was breathing fast. “Are you good at following orders? Or do you need some encouragement?” She gently tweaked one nipple. “What do you need, Miko?”

  Miko closed his eyes and breathed. “Tie me down. I’ll say stop if I need you to let me up. I am…terrible at following orders.” Grace smiled and Miko’s eyes opened, staring into hers. Then she swung herself up and off him to gather up her ropes and ties. She hung one rope from the ceiling, hooks and clips already in place. She tied Miko’s hands together above his head and then clipped the rope into a hook embedded in the headboard.

  “Now you’re nice and restrained, I’m going to fuck your face until I come.” She knelt over him once more, and kissed him before moving forward to grind her clit against his tongue. She put one hand against his forehead and balanced herself with the other, moving her hips. His tongue was magnificent, pressing against her already swollen clit. He moved to dart his tongue inside her and she moaned, loud and sudden. “Fuck yes, Miko, do that again.”

  As he licked and sucked and fucked her with his tongue, Grace moved both hands to the headboard and stilled her hips; Miko needed no assistance with his ministrations. She could feel the orgasm building, his tongue playing along her clit and fucking deep inside her. She began to gasp and moan as the orgasm rolled, her body trembling as it hit, hard and fast. It subsided as fast as it had arrived and she moved off Miko’s face now glistening with her wetness. She leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself overlying the bitter coffee and the scent of him. He kissed her back, needy and wanting.

  Grace drew away and knelt at the bottom of the bed watching him squirm. She ran her fingers along the arches of his feet and the bones of his ankle. “Miko, I’m going to clip you to the ceiling. It can take your weight, so I can position you however I like. Right now, for this, I want you on your knees close to the edge here, back to me, leaning over.”

  Miko strained upward, knees splayed and cock leaking, and answered, “Yes, Grace.”

  Grace unclipped his hands and pulled him upward, clipping his hands high above his head and tying off the rope to another hook. She rather liked the look, his arms long and lean and his shoulders straining just slightly.

  “I think I might leave you like that for a bit. Just while I start preparing to fuck you.” She walked in front of him and drew lube and a small box of nitrile gloves from the bedside table. “You aren’t allergic to lube are you?”

  When Miko shook his head she spread some over her gloved hands and the purple monstrosity at her groin, still luridly colored beneath the condom. He watched as her hands spread the lube, and she could see his cock twitch. Once the lube was spread she lowered his hands; they were still over his head but he leaned forward now, balancing with his arse jutting out and his legs spread. She walked behind him and ran one finger over his perineum.

  “Now, remember to say stop if it isn’t working for you.”

  She slid one finger into his arsehole. He took it easily and she added a second, then a third, realizing the purple cock might not be too big after all. She felt herself clench again, thinking about just how willing he was. She drove her fingers into his arsehole, twisting them and brushing against his prostate almost randomly. Miko moaned and gasped each time she did and it was a struggle not to continue doing it, just for the sounds he made. Eventually she added a fourth finger and Miko moaned long and hard, gasping her name like a prayer.

  “Fuck, Grace, fuck me.”

  She withdrew her fingers and Miko pushed backward, keening at the loss of sensation; in response she steadied his hips and slapped his arse, once. He stilled, breathing heavily, pushing his face into his arm. “Oh god, Grace, please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

  She brushed more lube over Miko’s arsehole and the purple dildo, and then pushed the head of it inside him. Even after her finger-fucking, even after four fingers pushing into him, there was still resistance. She waited for him to adjust, reading the strain in his shoulders as discomfort more than pleasure or even pain. She swept one lubed hand from the base of his cock to the tip and he moaned once more, pushing back and taking more of the purple cock in.

  Grace asked, “How are you doing? This is a monster of a thing to take—worth it, but big.”

  Miko was silent for a while, panting slightly. “Fuck, I want it, I want you to fuck me with it, I need it, but Christ it’s huge.”

  Grace kneaded her thumbs into the base of his spine. “It’s okay, Miko, we can take as long as you want. You don’t have to take it all now.” She realized that she definitely wanted him to take it all, but she also wanted to do this again and again. It would be worth building up to this, working up to it until he begged her for it. She swept her hand over his still hard cock and again he pushed back and grunted and swayed, head down and shoulders tense.

  “I want to see you take this all, I want to fuck you hard with it, but right now, I just want to fuck you.” Grace pulled out, slowly and gently. Miko’s arsehole gaped and she pushed four fingers back inside and he whimpered again as she slowly thrust them back and forth, scissoring them and stretching him. With her other hand she replaced the purple dildo with the black one she picked up from beside the bed; it had the advantage of being slightly smaller and possessing a small protrusion perfectly formed to nestle against her clit. She slid a condom on, lubed it up and positioned herself to fuck him again.

  “Brace yourself Miko.”

  She pulled her fingers from him, grasped his cock and slid the dildo home, one long thrust until her hips pressed against his arse. He cried out, loud and shocked and needy, and she did the same, feeling his cock jump in her hand and the small nub from the dildo press against her clit in imitation of her thrust.

  “You’re so fucking open now, with only a little try of my purple cock.” Grace’s voice was strained with desire. “So fucking open and wide, taking this one in to the hilt. I
could probably fist you; slide my whole hand inside you.” Miko moaned and pushed against her, shifting the pressure on her clit. She withdrew and drove in again.

  “Fuck yes, Miko.” She took her hand off his cock and he moaned. Grace straightened, then pulled his arsecheeks open wide, and began to slide the dildo back and forth, watching it sink into Miko’s arse as she rolled her hips back and forth, relishing the gape and press of his stretched arse and the slide and pressure against her clit. He gasped as she fucked him harder, still slowly, but each thrust driving him forward. He hung from the ceiling, legs spread and arms pulled tight above his head. She wanted to make it last, take her time, but desire was like electricity beneath her skin.

  She reached around and grabbed his cock once more and placed one hand over his shoulder to hold him in place as she fucked him faster. She brushed her thumb over the head of his cock, then her hand over his balls. She felt them tighten and took her hand away to grip his shoulders hard with both, slamming into his arse, angling against his prostate, pushing the nub of the dildo hard against her clit, driving her over the edge. She thrust hard through her own orgasm, feeling his shoulders tense and strain as she pushed him up and over the edge in turn. Miko moaned and swore as he came, fierce and fast. She kept the dildo pressed into him, against him, as he trembled through his orgasm.

  As he recovered she slid the dildo gently from his arsehole and drew the come-filled condom from his twitching cock, then let the ropes down from the ceiling. He lay down while she undid the harness and let it drop to the floor. Her own desire was banked, still simmering and shivering beneath her skin, but Miko was loose-limbed and soft from the exertion, lying facedown on the bed. She traced over the hieroglyphs on his shoulders, pressing into the quivering muscles as she waited for him to come down. After a few moments he spoke.

  “You are a fucking terror, Grace.” He rolled over to face her. “I thought you were going to fuck me with the purple thing and I couldn’t work out if I should be screaming stop or not, and then you were in there to the hilt and I swear I saw God.” His chest was still heaving and his breathing labored. “I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time. Christ.” He reached out and ran his hands over her skin, pressing against her. “I would like to do this again.”

  Grace smiled. “Of course. I still haven’t seen you take the purple cock.” She could feel his breath hitch as he settled into the curve of her shoulder, resting a hand on her belly.

  “And I haven’t fucked you, with or without the purple cock,” Miko replied, as his fingers brushed through her damp, intimate curls.

  She moaned and spread her legs.

  UNWINDING ALICE

  Benjamin Eliot

  She’s prettiest when I come to get her. Her big brown eyes go wide. It’s a very B-horror-movie-babe moment. That deer-in–the-headlights gaze gets me every time. She’s always in the walk-in closet. I put her there on a little mountain of throw pillows and blankets. She’s trussed up tight with harsh rope. Old-fashioned rope—not the nylon kind. That stuff slips, in my humble opinion.

  I come in, already unbuckling my belt. “You’ve been a good girl,” I tell her.

  Her eyes are flashing. Her mouth pulled back at the edges by the gag. She looks, to the casual observer, quite terrified. But when I part her legs, she’s drenched and she arches her hips up, begging me with her body. She moans and that look in her eyes turns quickly to pleading.

  “I’m taking the gag off, but don’t talk.”

  She’ll be fraught at this point. Wanting me to fuck her. The bound, gagged and dumped routine is her pleasure. Mine is where she’s marked by rope. So she’ll have to wait.

  She’s wriggling at my feet like a fish just pulled onto a boat deck. “Stop wiggling, Alice.”

  At my tone and the sight of my unbuckled belt and my semi-hard cock beneath my zipper, she freezes. But her gaze is still pleading with me to fuck her. I shake my head because you can’t change someone’s gaze.

  I peel the gag back slowly, shushing and tsking at her to keep her calm.

  “Did you enjoy your time in here?”

  It has been three hours. Three hours bound and gagged and in the dark of our closet. I cannot imagine someone doing that to me, but I know what it does to my wife. It turns her on, makes her hot, makes her want to fuck. She told me once it was what she desired in lieu of meditation to clear her mind and sharpen her self-awareness. Me…I’d go insane, but this is not about me.

  It’s about Alice.

  Alice remembers and heeds my warning, because she does not speak. She nods in answer to my question. When she moves, one small coil of rope slips and I can see the strawberry imprint of it on her skin. My cock throbs and I take my finger and gently nudge that bit of rope back into place. Not yet.

  “Were you too uncomfortable?” I ask. Before she can respond in any fashion, I push my thumb to her lower lip and she sucks it in. Dragging her wet tongue across the pad, wrapping her lips around the tip before drawing it into her sweet mouth with an eager suck.

  It all happens in slow motion, and I watch every second of it eagerly. My cock aches and she writhes again on her bed of pillows as if she can sense it. She probably can. She’s been immobile in the dark for hours. Alice once told me it often made her feel more than human after she’d been that way for a while.

  I force my thumb a bit deeper, and she moans again. I’m tempted to say fuck it. To unwind the rope from her subtly tanned skin, lay her flat, hike her thighs up and apart and just bury myself in her slick cunt. Instead, I take a deep breath and repeat my unanswered question.

  “Were you too uncomfortable? Please use words now, Alice.”

  She pulls her plump lips from my thumb and virtually gasps, “No.”

  I push my hand between her thighs again, and she slicks my skin with her wetness. I push a finger deep inside her and thrust once, hard, so she wriggles again.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  She nods. Catches herself. “Yes, Gabe.”

  I add another finger to the silken tunnel of her cunt and she gasps, arches; her plump mouth, bare of lipstick, works at the air. Again she reminds me of some lovely fish hauled to the deck. Maybe a mermaid if they actually existed.

  “Mermaid,” I murmur, and her eyes open, flashing at me.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” I find her clit with my thumb, applying pressure and motion there. She moves up to try to get my fingers deeper and just when I have her right on the edge of orgasm—I can tell because she always starts to chew her lower lip when she’s about to come—I pull my fingers out of her.

  I paint her lips gently with her own juices. Watch her struggle not to lick her lips and try to persuade me to fuck her now. I want to fuck her now. But I won’t.

  I put the gag back on. Somehow that always surprises her. I do it almost every time, and yet every time she makes a desperate sound when I push the wet bandana back between her lips. “Just for a minute,” I whisper.

  Rolled on her belly, she’s even more gorgeous. Legs bound in coils and coils of rope. A crosscross of the rough stuff creates an X across her torso. The bottom of the X pulls her nether lips apart just enough that they don’t obscure her clitoris. Her wrists are bound behind her back and I know there must be an amazing amount of painful tension there between her jutting shoulder blades. I find the end of the rope binding her legs and begin to unwind her.

  My cock strains against my jeans as I uncover the first intricate spirals of rosy indentations on her flesh. I pause when I’ve got her unraveled up to her knees and flip her up to face me again. I pause and lick the marks the ropes have left on her. Shucking my jeans, I straddle her legs and rub my cock against the rope-branded flesh.

  She moans again and that sound seems to spear right through me from the crown of my head to the ache in my balls. I toss my jeans aside and sit back, unwinding her a little more, from her knees to her hips. I’d given her slack from the knees up so I could part her legs and touch her as I
had. When her thighs are unbound, they open for me. The most beautiful automatic response I’ve ever seen.

  I slide my cock along the spirals of pink on her skin. I feel the different texture from the marks left by the tight rope with my cock. When she’s gasping against the red bandana, I put my mouth to her pussy and lick.

  “You were very brave,” I tell her. I nuzzle her distended clitoris, stroke it with my tongue. I suck and lave and lap at her until she’s crying in earnest. Then I pull back and begin to undo the X that crosses her torso, separating her small, perfect breasts.

  I can’t help but pet the marks left on her skin. I can’t deny my urge to drag my fingertips along the shallow, pale red furrows on her lovely flesh. She gasps as I do it. Her sounds still muffled by the gag. Her body arches up as I stroke her. My touch on those marks, she once told me, is a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. In the moment, she cannot tell if it feels good or hurts.

  I bend to drag my tongue over the X of red and capture her nipple as an afterthought. Sucking hard, drawing on her aggressively, the way she likes. It makes her tremble. I move to her other breast, drag my teeth along the pale slope until I grab that nipple with my teeth and tug the rosy red tip. Then I suck and thrust a finger deep inside her cunt.

  Behind the gag she cries out. She’s trapped in torturous pleasure and it’s perfection to watch.

  I flip her back to her belly lest I give in and just slide inside her and fuck her. I find the tail end of the rope on her arms and start to unwind. I watch, fascinated and aroused, as Alice slowly grinds her now bare, but still marked hips against the floor. Her toes curl with her effort to get off. When I can’t stand watching it anymore, when it has my blood up a bit too high, I smack her once on the ass and say, “Be still, Alice.”

  I’m unwinding her slowly. Revealing an inch of marked-up skin at a time. Watching her struggle just a bit at the tightness in her shoulders and her back. Listening to her gasp when I pause to chafe the skin that’s been trussed up for hours. Left here in the darkness like some captivating, magical night-blooming flower.