by Z. Stefani
He then bent over to kiss the side of her face and whisper in her ear, “Stay still or I will smack you.”
As if her body were responding to a request instead of a threat, she tried to pull away from him again. He jumped off her and kneeled beside her on the bed.
“I warned you,” he said before delivering a smack to her ass. That jolt from his hand shot from her ass straight to her pussy and she spread her legs. “Keep moving and I will keep smacking you.”
She felt her pussy pulse at just the thought and she pulled away from him. She wanted another but she’d be damned if she let him know. And just as if she’d asked politely, he delivered in kind.
He slapped the same cheek three times. It was so quick and so powerful she could not prevent the moan that escaped from her mouth nor could she prevent her ass from arching up towards his hand like a flower growing towards the sun. She sighed when he began to gently caress her stinging cheeks. The series of smacks had left her ass hot and ultra-sensitive to the touch. She could feel every mark on his fingers as they slid across her ass like magical ointment.
Dean was hypnotized by her body’s reaction. He let go of her long enough to grab the nipple clamps from the top of the dresser. These were different than the previous ones he’d used. These were thin, silver hoops that tightened around the nipple; they had a small opening at the side to allow for adjustment. They were not designed to cause pain, only pressure. He turned her body to the side; her arms were stretched tightly above her head, leaving her breasts defenseless. He swept his hand up across her breasts before he grabbed one.
“I love you like this,” he said before he bent his head to softly kiss her nipple. He kissed the scarf over her mouth and then pulled back to open the small clamp. He toyed with her nipple for a moment before tugging it from her body. He quickly put the clamp around the hardened tip and tightened it. She inhaled deeply as the pressure on her nipple settled throughout her breast. He took the opposite nipple into his mouth and suckled it hard for a minute. He pulled back to grab the nub and slip the other clamp around it. He forced her flat on her back to play with her breasts for a moment before he slid his hand between her legs and began toying with her clit.
Her arms were twisted and she arched her chest up as he ran his tongue across her nipple, carefully focusing on just the tip. He began kissing down her chest and across to her back. He rolled her onto her belly again as he kissed from her back down to her ass.
“Get on your knees,” he said, and she quickly obeyed. He spread her legs and sat between them. He bent his head to lay a kiss on her spread sex and she pushed her rear-end back against his face.
The feel of her pushing her ass against his face had forced the pre-cum to squirt from his painfully erect cock. He smacked her ass as he began to suck on her pussy lips. She gasped and clenched her cheeks.
“No clenching… unless I tell you too,” he told her as he smacked her hip. He pulled away from her and she turned to glare at him. He grinned and slapped her ass in return. “I told you, I’m not letting you come yet. But I am going to keep you like this for the night.”
“No!” she yelled loud enough to be heard through the layers of fabric. He pulled the scarf down from her mouth and then slid his hand to her breast.
“You can’t keep me tied to the bed,” Lux protested.
“Why not?” he asked as he ran his thumb across her nipple.
“What if something happens while we’re asleep?”
“Nothing’s going to happen,” he objected.
“Can you suddenly predict the future now?” she asked sarcastically.
“I can predict how red your ass is going to be by morning.”
“What if there’s an emergency, and we need to evacuate the house?” she continued.
“Then I will carry you out. There’s not a chance in hell I would let anything happen to you.”
“Yeah right; you hate me now,” her words were thick with emotion.
“I don’t hate you… I just don’t trust you. Regardless, I would never let anything happen to you… never,” he reassured her. He kissed her forehead before he lay down next to her.
“What if I have to use the restroom?”
“I will carry you to the bathroom. I’ll even wipe your,” he began but she cut him off.
“No! Just untie me!” she snapped at him, preventing him from finishing his sentence.
“No. The rope is long enough for you to move your arms.”
“But it’s too short for me to leave the bed,” she added as she tested the length of the rope. She tried to sit up, but he pulled her right back down next to him.
“You should be thankful for that rope because if I caught you leaving this bed I would spank your ass. And you know as well as I do that without that rope, you would risk it. You’re reckless enough to risk an ass beating.” He pulled her closer and slid his hand down to her ass. “Now go to sleep; tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
“A long day of interrogation tactics, stolen orgasms, and bondage,” she whispered in return as she leaned her head against his chest.
“All you have to do is tell me his name.” He wrapped his arm around her, knowing she would not respond.
***
Dean woke during the night and turned on the light to check Lux’s breasts. Even though the nipple clamps were designed not to cut off the circulation, he decided to remove them. He carefully, albeit quickly, removed the loop and Lux stirred before she opened her eyes. He quickly removed the last one and she pulled back.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispered before he kissed her lips. He massaged her breasts until she fell back asleep. He kissed her forehead and pulled her close as he relished the feel of her body pressed against his. He’d never been more comfortable, and he immediately fell back to sleep.
Confession?
Dean woke up to a stream of bright, early morning sunlight shining in his face. He looked over to see the partially open curtain and cursed when he saw the time. He’d intended to sleep for another hour and had set his alarm accordingly, but there was no way he’d be able to get back to sleep. Not with Lux laying bound next to him. He had never been one for sleeping in, but with Lux in his bed it was hard to resist. Despite her bound arms, she was snuggled against him and he was having trouble tearing away from her. The warmth from her body seemed like the only warmth left in the world, and he felt as if he would freeze to death if he pulled away.
“Too bad she’s working with Bender,” he thought. His satisfied smile reversed direction at the cruel reminder.
Opting not to wake her up until he returned to the room, he managed to pry himself from her. He went downstairs to the kitchen and threw the premade breakfast meals into the microwave. He grabbed the orange juice, the plastic cups, and the meals before he headed back upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, he set the steaming food on the small table by the large window and then walked over to the bed.
“Wake up,” Dean said as he pulled the cover from Lux’s naked body. The sight of her naked and bound to his bed abolished all thoughts of food. He fought the urge to jump in the bed and have his way with her.
“No,” she whined as she used her legs to try to pull the blanket back. He chuckled as he untied her arms from the head board.
“Just 10 more minutes,” she said as she closed her eyes and turned away from him.
“Now.” He kissed the side of her face and smacked her ass.
“Ouch,” she pouted.
“Is your ass still sore?” he asked as he ran his hand over her soft skin.
“A little.”
“Good,” he said with a smirk and bent down to kiss the spot he’d just smacked. “Come on, we have a long day ahead of us.”
“Another fun-filled day of being roped and grilled. Yay… I’m so excited,” she grumbled sarcastically as she sat up and glared at him.
“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll stop.” He walked over and grabbed the large bag off the dresser.
“Not good enough,” he said as he dumped the contents of the bag on the bed before her. “Pick something.”
“What is all this?” she asked as she looked at the pile of tiny dresses.
“That’s all the clothing they had at the store.”
“I wasn’t aware they had an Exhibitionists’ are Us store so close to the island,” she scoffed as she picked up one of the sheer dresses. “This is the tiniest dress I’ve ever seen.”
He shrugged, “That’s all they had, but you don’t have to wear any of it. I prefer you don’t; you know that I prefer you naked.”
“The dresses are just fine, thank you.” She managed to give him a smile while still glaring at him.
“Don’t get too happy, I’ll be taking it back off soon enough.”
“That’s what you think,” she grumbled as she quickly put the dress on.
“That’s what I know,” he retorted as he picked her up. “I would keep you naked 24/7 if I could.”
“I bet you would,” she mocked as he carried her over to the table and sat her down in the chair.
“I would,” he said as he proceeded to tie her ankles to the legs of the chair.
“Is this really necessary?” she frowned at him.
“Give me his name,” he said as he untied the scarf around her wrists and then retied them behind her back.
“That’s too tight,” she protested when he tied her bound wrists to the back of the chair. “I didn’t even tie you that tight.”
He loosened the rope a bit, “Is that better?”
“No; better would be if you untied me completely.”
“If you want me to untie you, then you know what you have to do,” he reminded her as he finished securing her to the chair. When he was done, he sat in the chair next to hers.
“What the hell is this? Are those microwaved eggs?” she asked as she looked at the food in horror.
“Yes.”
“I hate eggs but even worse than that… I hate microwaved eggs. I’m not eating this,” she said with a fake gag.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to untie me so I can make a decent breakfast.”
“No,” he answered flatly.
“No? You have to untie me to eat, you might as well let me cook,” she argued.
“I’m not untying you to eat.”
“Then how am I going to eat?” She asked although she had a feeling that she already knew the answer.
“I’m going to feed you.”
“Why don’t you just untie me?” she asked with a straight face.
“Because you betrayed me,” he barked in a deep, irritated voice.
“I did not betray you; I’m innocent!” she snapped at him.
“Are you?” He wished he could believe her.
“Yes I am; you should know that,” she said in a very serious tone.
“How would I know that?”
“Because you know me.”
“I thought that I did,” he said in a sad tone, although she could tell that his anger would spark at the slightest provocation.
“You know me well enough to know that I would never do something so evil.”
“You tried to blackmail me with those pictures of the governor’s wife. That could be considered evil,” he reminded her.
“That was not black mail.”
“No?”
“No, that was a form of… aggressive persuasion. Besides, you should blame yourself for that. I’m not the one who convinced you to have sex with a married woman. You don’t respect the vow of marriage; eventually you would have gotten caught… without my help.”
“You just tried to speed up the process.”
“With good cause,” she said as she raised her chin.
“You abducted me.”
“I didn’t abduct you... I just took you.”
“You locked my chauffer in a closet and you stole my limo with me inside of it. You took me to an abandoned house and kept me tied to a chair. That’s abduction.”
“I only did it to keep the music hall.”
“You had sex with me for that music hall,” he said, and she immediately went silent.
She looked at him for a moment as a million thoughts raced through her mind. At this point, it was foolish to deny.
“Might as well be honest, you have nothing to lose,” she thought to herself as she raised her chin a bit higher and looked him squarely in the eyes.
“I didn’t have sex with you for the music hall,” she said.
“That’s not what you said. In fact you went out of your way to convince me otherwise.”
“I lied; I never had sex with you for the music hall.”
“You think that I’m a fool? Why would I believe that? You’re in a nasty predicament, you’ll say anything.”
She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her erratic heartbeat and steady her shaky limbs.
“Fine, I’ll tell you the truth. I tried to trick myself into believing that it was for the building, but it wasn’t. I had sex with you because of you and only you. I liked the way that you touched me, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise. I tried hard to fight it, but you’re so aggressive and you know the perfect places to touch. I also liked the force of your touch, and I was curious to know how far you would take it. I was dying to find out what you were really capable of.”
“Why should I believe you?” He stuck to his guns, despite his hardening cock and a desire to believe her. Even though he’d caught her red handed, he still wanted to believe her. He wanted her to prove that it was a mistake, but he knew that would never happen. She wouldn’t even give him the name of that man responsible for those altered photos.
“Because I am telling you the truth! Yes I really wanted to have sex with you, yes I used the building as an excuse, yes I abducted you, and yes I was going to use those pictures of you and the governor’s wife to my advantage. I’m the first to admit that I did do some really sketchy things along the way, but I would never intentionally hurt you! You have to believe me; I had nothing to do with those pictures being published.”
“I want to believe you Lux, I really do, but what else am I supposed to believe when you keep protecting him? You won’t even tell me the name of the person who gave you the pictures.”
She’d never thought of it that way. When he put it like that she could easily see why he didn’t believe her. She was hurting him, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he desperately wanted to believe her. She could no longer hurt Dean to protect Clifton. At this point, Dean was her only concern; Clifton would have to fend for himself. She tried.
“His name is Clifton Branch,” she confessed and was shocked to see his anger spark.
“You’re just going to lie to me with a straight face?”
“Excuse me?” she was dumbfounded.
“Why are you defending him?” he roared.
“I’m not, I just told you his name!” she yelled back.
“That’s not his fucking name, and you know it!”
“That is the name that he gave me, I swear. That is the only name that I know! Call Pixie, call Kiki or Graves; they will tell you what his name is.”
“Every one of them would lie for you,” he accused.
“They wouldn’t have to; they know that his name is Clifton Branch.”
“That’s not his name!”
“Are you sure it’s the right guy? Maybe you mistook him for someone else. What did he say?” she asked.
“I know who he is, Lux,” he glared at her, and she had to look away from him. She hated what she saw in his eyes.
“How do you know him?”
“Stop pretending; tell me his real fuckin name!” he growled.
“I did!” she yelled back; angry that he didn’t believe her.
“Okay; let’s play it your way,” he said as he put the scarf back over her mouth. He pulled the top of her dress down to her st
omach and bared her breasts. He proceeded to yank the bottom of her dress up until it looked like a thick belt around her waist.
“You want to come?” He asked as he walked over to his duffel bag on the dresser. He pulled out what looked like three oversized silver buttons and a roll of tape. He walked back over and kneeled on one knee before her. “I’m going to make you come.”