She really liked to struggle against her submission.
Facing her back, he lifted up her top, pulling it over her head. Then he undid her bra, sliding it down off her arms. She was still wearing her high heels, but nothing else.
Slowly, he turned her to face him again. Her arms were hiding herself, one over her breasts and her other hand cupping her crotch. She was looking up at him, wary because she was naked and he was completely clothed. It was the quickest way to make someone feel powerless.
He felt better already. No matter how much she fucked with his mind, he could fuck her body and make her belong to him.
“You can say no any time, remember?” he asked. “Only you like to say no, don’t you? So say ‘stop’ if you really mean it.”
She nodded.
“Repeat it,” he murmured. “Stop.”
“Stop.”
“I’m going to bind you now.”
He put a hand on her arm as she looked up at him wordlessly.
“Come on.” He took her hand and led her into the bedroom, grabbing his messenger bag on the way. It was stuffed with everything he needed for work. And something else.
His hand closed around the soft bundle and pulled it out. The coils of thick nylon rope had been dyed a grayish green color. He held it up to her face, looking from her eyes to the rope.
“I thought so. It’s exactly the same color as your eyes.” He had bought the rope a few years ago, attracted by the color, but he had never used it before. When he had found it again in his rope bag, tucked away forgotten in the bottom, he had turned it over in his hands thinking of Kali’s eyes and how he would tie her up with it. It was as thick as his little finger, and as soft as a silk scarf.
Picking up one hand, he wrapped two loops around her wrist and tied the end in a knot that wouldn’t slip. He left the long tail of the rope hanging. Then he tied a loop from another piece of rope around her other wrist. Her breathing quickened.
Looking deeply into her eyes, he moved her back against the bed, pushing her down to sit. She held onto him with her gaze. He pushed her down to lie back, going with her, so he laid sprawled half over her.
“I’m going to finish kissing the rest of your body,” he told her. “I did the top half last time…”
“Oh…,” she breathed.
He covered her face with kisses and nibbled her neck, chest and arms, slowly pulling each wrist up until she lay with her hands reaching out to each corner of the bed. One at a time, he tied them tightly. She resisted a little, but was lulled by his kisses. She hissed every time his teeth sunk into her, pressing her flesh in his mouth. Love bites were almost as good as kisses, in his book.
Then he started down, kissing her belly, finally able to go lower, to stroke the soft skin above her silky pussy, to kiss the top of her thigh, blowing gently on her short reddish brown hair, but not touching her clit, not yet. He wanted her to go wild, and he couldn’t let her do that unless her legs were also tied. He had two more ropes he’d cut, silvery green ropes that looked so beautiful against her fair skin.
He kissed all the way down her leg, taking his time, exploring every hollow and curve of her leg down to her ankle. Then her sensitive feet. She tried to pull away when he pushed his tongue between her toes, but he quickly wrapped the loops of rope around her ankle and tied it to the bedpost with a few twists.
“Hunter?” she asked, jolted into awareness when she felt her leg was suddenly held in place.
He stroked her waist with his hands, firm and soothing, as he nuzzled the hair between her legs—but not daring to lick her clit yet. He lulled her back again, slowly straightening her free leg and when he reached the bottom of her foot, massaging it to relax her, then tying the knot before she realized what was happening.
He got up and stood by the bed looking down at her. She gasped, feeling herself completely bound, laid out naked for him. She was breathing faster for him, tugging against the ropes.
Hunter felt a rush like he had never felt before. She was completely in his power, and her eyes said she knew it. He could do whatever he wanted with her. She couldn’t help showing a tinge of fear when his fists opened and closed, showing his eagerness to get his hands on her. He would do it. He would make her white flesh turn pink and then red, swelling slowly as he made her nerves sing.
He leaned over and grabbed each of her wrists, digging his fingertips in. His nails were nice and smooth, just long enough for her to feel the scrape of them against her skin. He dragged his nails down her arms to her shoulders, leaving faint pink lines trailing behind.
“Ohh…Hunter,” she breathed, stretching into the sensation. “That feels good…”
He kept going down, trailing his fingertips all the way down the sides of her legs to her feet. She shivered as he made goose bumps rise on her skin. It would get her blood going, bring it to the surface, and make her eager to feel more.
Then he leaned over between her legs and kissed her pussy, not so softly this time, more insistently. Her lips were like a folded flower, pink and fresh. He licked up to find the tiny bud of her clit, letting his tongue swirl around it before pressing his mouth into her, shaking his head back and forth slightly.
Her reaction was incredible. She cried out, high and piercing, as she fought against the ropes. But she couldn’t close her legs. He pushed her knees further apart, and dived in again, licking and sucking on her clit until her cries rose with force. He pressed on and on, as she gasped out, saying no a couple of times, but never stop… so he never stopped.
Licking lower, his tongue dived into her hole, lapping up her sweet juices, probing deeper trying to fuck her with his mouth. Then swiping back up with his tongue, focusing on her clit again.
When she came, her hips bucked, pressing herself against his mouth. He dug his fingernails into her sides below her breasts, raking them slowly down her waist and over her hips, all the way down her thighs and down to her calves. He dug in, wanting to mark her. Wanting to claim her as his own.
Her cries rose louder, urgent, guttural, as if wrenched from deep inside of her. He could feel the rhythmic clenching in the muscles of her thighs, his own cock jerking in sympathy, as the pain prolonged her orgasm. He held on for dear life, as her hips heaved beneath him.
Hunter clawed his way up, no thought of anything but getting in. Her pussy was dripping wet from his mouth and her cum. He had barely the presence of mind to roll on a condom before he put the tip of his cock against her slick hole.
“Do you want it?” he growled.
“Yes!”
“Beg me for it, Kali.”
“Oh, yes, Hunter, please. Please….”
“Say ‘yes, Sir!’ Kali.” He was holding himself back by sheer force of will, but he wanted it all.
“Yes… yes, Sir!”
He pushed against her, sliding his cock inside with one long, heavenly push, all the way to the hilt. She cried out again. It was almost too much for him.
His hips thrust wildly against her, driving into her, pinning her to the bed. It went on and on, with waves of pleasure carrying him higher and higher, an endless motion. He would never stop, never let her go, stay inside of her forever…
His own cry rose with hers as he came deep inside of her, his cock pulsing, their bodies pulsing together. Locked together forever…
As he realized he was breathing in synch with Kali, he also realized he was lying on top of her, completely relaxed and probably crushing her with his weight. He shifted slightly off her, regretfully letting his dick slide out of her. She let out a little sound, rubbing her cheek against his hair, as if she didn’t want to let him go.
His arms tightened around her, his throat clenching up at the sudden feeling that she trusted him. She had let go completely, and so did he. He was supposed to be the ever-ready guy, but it felt like he wouldn’t be able to come again for at least another day. She had drained him, taken everything he had to give. Because she gave everything.
He wanted nothing more
than to lie there cuddling with her, but she had been tied up for a while and struggling against the ropes. He needed to check to see if any knots had tightened. He touched her hand and it was cool. It needed more blood flow.
So moving carefully, he untied her wrists, leaving the other end of the rope tied to the bed. That would make it easier to tie her up next time. When he unbound her ankles, she moaned and curled into the fetal position. “That feels so good…”
He chafed her wrists and ankles, warming them up and making sure the circulation was flowing nicely. Then he helped her to the bathroom to wash up. He licked the cum off her thigh and she blushed like a little girl. She was still a little wobbly. By the time he pulled on her nightshirt, she was yawning. She plunged into bed, shifting over so there was plenty of room for him.
“No need for aftercare tonight,” he said with a slight laugh.
“Who needs any care after that?” she mumbled through the pillow. “That was nothing but care! It felt like you touched me all over.”
“I fucked you all over, that’s for sure.” He was still smiling. “And there’s more to come. There’s a party this weekend I want to take you to.”
She shook her head, her face still buried. “I’m going upstate this weekend to see my parents. Didn’t I tell you?”
“No.” He stood next to the bed looking down at her. “Can’t you go up on Saturday morning?”
She turned her head to look at him with one sleepy eye. “I’m so sorry, Hunter. I would love to, but my parents are expecting me. It takes four hours to get there and if I go on Saturday, the whole day is wiped out. As it is, I have to leave work by three to make the train.”
Kali put her head back down with a yawn. It was settled. He had the sinking feeling there was no way he could budge her.
She looked so peaceful lying there, snuggled into the pillow, a slight smile curving up the corners of her lips. He loved that sly smile she could give him with the wicked curve of the corner of her mouth.
Hunter felt confused. Even though he knew, rationally, that he couldn’t expect her to give up plans for him, it bothered him. The fact that he wanted to try to convince her bothered him even more. Why hasn’t she said something sooner? Didn’t it matter to her that they wouldn’t see each other this weekend? Could she possibly be manipulating him?
It was stupid to question it. He should just accept it for what it was. But the questions kept swirling and he knew he was lost in Kali again.
Deep down, they fit together hand in glove. At first it was her quiet beauty, that dressed-down, corporate gray, flashing-out-at-moments kind of beauty. Then it was her fighting spirit that refused to let him walk all over her without her consent. Then it was her valiant poise when they were being pursued by the homeboys. He wanted a woman like that, who could face down the enemy hand-in-hand with him, trusting him completely.
Then she had blown his mind sexually. He was supposed to be blowing her mind. But she swept him up in her response and carried him along like a tsunami. He wanted to be carried off by her. He wanted to surrender to the maelstrom, for the first time in his life.
But he couldn’t. He was always reaching for her, but she wasn’t reaching back.
So he did the only thing he could do. He turned off the lights and took her apartment key from her key chain. He went outside and locked her in, slipping the key under the door.
Chapter 9
Kali didn’t know what to think when she woke up the next morning and found out that Hunter hadn’t stayed the night. She must have passed out on him. But it was his fault for driving her out of her mind.
She found the key on the floor and put it back on her keychain. All of her clothes were scattered around the living room where he had tossed them, with her bra hanging over the back of her desk chair. Gathering up everything and throwing them in the hamper, she got ready for work.
Her body throbbed in a lot of new and different ways. There were long pink streaks down her sides and her legs where he had scratched her. In places he had dug deeper, leaving faint red flecks of blood embedded in her skin. And her wrists and ankles were chafed by red rope burns, reminders left of what they had done. Her cheek had a pink patch where it had been rubbed raw by the stubble on his face.
The way he tied her up spread-eagle on the bed—she couldn’t believe that was her! But it felt so natural, moving from one thing to the next. She rubbed the slightly raised scratches on her skin. If someone had done that to her when she wasn’t aroused, she would have hated it. She was sure of it.
Hunter had touched her everywhere; she couldn’t deny him. And the focused, intense look on his face made her feel like there was nothing else in the world except for her.
Only she knew that wasn’t true. She was one among many.
When she saw Hunter at work, both of them smiled like they were getting away with something.
But Hunter was fully back in work mode and busy with the demo part of the project. Kali didn’t need to be so hands-on during this stage, so she barely saw him for the next two days. He didn’t ask her about her weekend again. She wished she wasn’t busy. She would have liked to meet his friends.
By the time she left the office with her overnight bag on Friday, she was worried. Her self-bargain for “one last time” might actually turn out to be the truth. They had exchanged a few flirty texts, but that was it. She had no idea what he felt to cause such a distance between them.
It was only on the train heading north that Kali really started thinking. Four hours was a long time to think, and the time served her well. She had been floating around in a euphoric fog for the past week. But Hunter had admitted that their romantic date was not his usual thing. He had done it for her.
He gave her romance so she would let him tie her up and have kinky sex with him.
And it was true the lovely dinner and all that talk about their childhoods had made her comfortable with him again. She had bargained with herself to play with him one more time. Then she had intended to ask him the hard questions—what about Minx? What about other women? What about marriage? And a family? Were those things in his future or not?
Now she had gotten her “one last time,” and it had been mind-blowing. But it was just another game to him, not the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
He had said it himself: “I fucked you all over.”
Not—I made love to you all over. He wasn’t making love to her. He was fucking her. That meant sex, not love. It was all play to him; playing sex games.
It was full dark when the train pulled into Utica, the closest big town to Jefferson. Her mom was waiting on the platform, her arms wrapped around herself for warmth in the chill night air. Kali ran over and gave her a hug, and was struck by how small her mom seemed. She had always been very lean and spare, with deep worry lines in her face aging her prematurely. Jenny Jones had struggled, and you could see it.
“Where’s dad?” Kali asked.
“At the village board meeting. There was some kind of problem with the sidewalks, and he has to go make his case, of course.” There was a bitter edge to her mom’s voice. It was because of her dad. If it wasn’t the community theatre taking up all of his time, it was some volunteer project or civic group that he was involved with.
It was familiar this feeling, that her dad was just out of reach. When he was around, he was delightful. The most engaging and playful dad a girl could have. But looking back, Kali mostly remembered long hours talking alone with her mom in the evenings as they baked or crafted together.
Kali usually checked in with her mom at least once a week. Her mom was worried about her living in the city. Kali had told her about her dinner dates with Hunter, but she hadn’t gone into any details.
“So tell me about this new guy,” her mom said, while they were still on the train platform. “You’ve gone out three times, right? That’s usually when it fizzles for you.”
“It may be the same with this one.” More like a nuclear explosion than a f
izzle, but she couldn’t tell her mom that.
“Oh? What was it this time?”
“I don’t think he wants a relationship. He’s so good-looking. He can get any girl he wants.”
Her mom gave her a sharp look. “How do you know?”
Kali realized she was going to have to tread carefully or she would end up confessing the whole sordid thing. And she couldn’t imagine forming the words to tell her mom about kinky sex. Or her mom’s reaction if she tried. Her mom would never get over her horror at the thought of her little girl tied up.
“He’s gorgeous, mom. Plus I met his girlfriend. Minx. I’m not sure if she’s still in the picture.”
“You don’t know? What on earth have you been talking about?”
“Everything else.” She gave her mom a rundown of Hunter’s background and career. As she expected, Jenny didn’t like it one bit. They knew what it was like being on the less-advantaged side of the class divide, so her liberal mom would never say Hunter was not their kind of people. But the thought hung between them unspoken, and from the frown on her face, Jenny was troubled by her own reaction.
“Even if he does want to get married,” Jenny said, “it sounds like he isn’t ready for it.”
“Go ahead and say it—he sounds like dad.”
“Well… yes, in that he may not be willing or able to take on a steady job to help support a family.” Now her mom looked even more upset. “But you like him?”
Kali sighed. “More than any other guy I’ve ever met.”
Her mom was silent as she turned onto their street and slowly drove past the large grassy square that was meticulously maintained by the village. Further down, before the road curved south, there was their little red brick house. It had steep gables and ancient trees in the front yard arching over the roof of the porch.
Suddenly Kali was back in reality, and all the weird, wild stuff in the city seemed far away.
Her home was a doll’s house, picturesque and old-fashioned with wood trim and banisters, with the kitchen as large as the living room, and only two bedrooms and a bath upstairs. Kali loved their house with a passion that nearly rivaled her mom’s, who had worked for so long to get them a home. Her dad had done a lot of the work on the house, painting and finishing the floors. He was good with his hands.
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