Bound Innocence - A story of Love and Bondage: about Sexy friends and Fetishes (Bound to be Free Book 1)

by Veronica Cane

  "Yes, of course!" she muttered, not knowing exactly if she was relieved or disappointed with that clarification.

  "I was going to give you the collar tonight, before we entered the club, but things, obviously, went out of the course."

  "Oh, yes, I see!" her eyes wandered around the room. She couldn’t face him, and maybe see the disappointment in his face, or even the relief for not having given her anything in the end.

  "Can you tell me what happened?" he demanded.

  "I was waiting for you, when Rose, one of my best friends came in. She was meeting with Mark, but she was so nervous that she asked me to go in, with her." She recalled her voice neutral, as if she was telling someone else's story. "I figured since you only had told me not to go in alone in the club, and that since I was going with Rose to meet with Mark, there would be no problem. But Mark wasn't anywhere around, and Rose decided to go to the bathroom. So, I was alone, for just a few seconds before this guy grabbed me." She closed her eyes, as she recalled the fear she felt when the guy had grabbed her. "I know I totally disregarded your wishes and disobeyed your orders and once there I should have gone to the bathroom with Rose, but I thought there was no danger, like that first night." She admitted; as she wiped the solitary tear that had escaped her eye, tear of rage more than anything.

  He crossed the room and sat next to her on the couch.

  "I know that you are still a bit shaken for tonight's events, but I think we need to have this cleared up, and solved, so we can both move forward. I need to be sure that you will try harder to fulfill my commands, do you understand?" he asked, his hand on her chin, his eyes locked on hers. "If we engage in our D/s relationship right now, the first thing I'll have to do is punish you." He said, his voice totally neutral. "I need to establish that clearly."

  "Why? I mean, I know that I made a mistake, that I broke one of the rules and disobeyed you, but why do you have to punish me? Isn't it enough that I ask you for your forgiveness?" she sputtered out all she had been ruminating ever since they had left the club.

  "No, it's not enough. That would be too easy and might lead you to disobey me again. Two of the foundations of a Dom/sub relationship are trust and obedience. If I let this one pass you won't feel compelled to obey next time." He explained, his voice still neutral, as if he was talking about the weather report. "You will see that after you get your punishment, you will feel that we have settled scores and everything will be alright again. Believe me, after it you will feel free and well off."

  She looked at him, not sure she had understood his point, but willing to take his word on this.

  "I'm not a sadist, Emily, and hurting you won't please me, but it's necessary if we will move forward as Dom and sub. This will certainly happen other times, and some others I will just need to discipline you, so I can ensure my dominance over you as well as your submissiveness to me. Maybe this doesn't make much sense to you right now, but I assure you it will, in the very near future."

  She kept silent for a while assimilating his speech.

  “We don’t have to do this today.” He repeated. “I know that you are still a bit shaken.”

  “Never heard that you have to ride the horse just after it throws you off?” she asked ironic.

  “Do you feel that need?” he asked, sitting next to her on the couch.

  “I’m not sure how I feel right now or what I need or even what I want!” she spurted out again. “But to keep waiting for it, will be terribly worse!”

  “Ok!” he said, resting his hands on his thighs. “Do you want to eat something first?”

  “No, I’m so nervous I would probably throw up.”

  “Very well then!”

  “Are we going back to the club?” she asked, when she saw him getting up.

  “No, there is no need for that! I have my own dungeon here in the house, a little simpler that the one in the club, but it’s enough for me.” He informed with an almost smug smile on his face.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed surprised. “Something like a red room?” she asked.

  He growled at the mention of the hideous book, but nodded.

  “But I had it long before anyone knew what a red room was!” he said.

  She smiled at his reaction but did not comment.

  “Come, let me show you!” he said, handing her one hand.

  He took her through the corridors of the house and down stairs to a basement. He stopped in front of a wooden door that he unlocked with a heavy key he took from his pocket.

  He stepped aside to let her in.

  She took a deep breath and entered the room.

  Simple? That was a poor description for the room. It had wooden floors, velvet panels in a beautiful terracotta color, and you could see several cabinets all over the room and all kinds of special devices. She recognized a St. Andrew’s cross, a saw horse, a couple of racks, a few benches and several hooks and devices for suspension. The cabinets showed an amazing collection of whips, paddles, canes, belts, crops, plugs, dildos, floggers, all you could think of.

  “Do you use all this…?” she asked a bit astonished with all she could see.

  “Yes, and I ask friends over a lot; I usually have a fortnightly party here for a few friends.” He answered understanding more than she had said.

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  “Wow!” she walked around the room a bit more and returned next to him, near the door.

  “Are you still up to this?” he asked in that dead serious tone of voice she could easily recognize.

  She took a deep breath and nodded, staring at her feet.

  “I need the words from you, pet!” he ordered, raising her chin with a finger.

  “Yes, Sir, I want this!” she said, eyes locked on his, she felt as millions of butterflies in her belly stirred up.

  “Very well then. I want you to get undressed, leave nothing on. Then I want you to assume your position on that cushion, over there.” He instructed, signaling a brown cushion near the entrance.

  “My position, Sir?” she asked.

  “Yes, pet, on your knees, head and eyes down, ass cheeks over your legs, hands together behind your straight back, poking out those gorgeous breasts for me.” He explained, caressing them over her clothes. “You will wait for me there, and I want you to take that time to go through all this and if you want to call it off, just tell me so when I come back, ok?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He laid a gentle kiss over her lips and left the room.

  She took out all her clothes and folded them over a chair. Then she walked to the cushion and stared at it for a few seconds. Sighing she took the instructed position while muttering to herself.

  “God, this is so ridiculous!” but even as the words came out of her mouth, the feeling of ridiculousness never came. She didn’t feel ridiculous, she felt anxious, excited, and a bit scared too, since she had no idea what he was going to do to her, but surely, not ridiculous.

  She could picture her image in her mind, totally naked, on her knees, her head down, hands behind her back… it felt so good, so right. Her mind wandered around millions of possibilities of what was going to happen when he walked in that door, that time seemed to fly by.

  Chapter 5

  A few minutes after, the door finally opened up and he entered.

  She felt the urge to lift her head and look at him, but she struggled to stay still. She had broken enough rules for one night.

  She heard his footsteps on the floor and soon he was standing in front of her, his bare feet, his legs encased in black leather pants.

  “You have no idea how much it means to me to see you here, like this, pet!” his husky voice flooded with emotion.

  One of his fingers went under her chin and lifted it up for his eyes to meet hers, and she could now see his powerful chest naked.

  She smiled, pleased with h
is words.

  “Get up, please!” he ordered, helping her up.

  When she was standing in front of him, he turned her around and with gentle moves, he braided her hair, securing it with a rubber band. When he was done, he turned her around to face him.

  “Good!”

  He then took several minutes to examine the almost faded ligature marks from the ties the Russian had put on her, around her breasts.

  “Does it still hurt, pet?” he asked caressing it lightly.

  “No, Sir!” she answered, already aroused by his touch.

  “Before we proceed to your punishment, I want to put some ropes on you. So, I need you to stay still. It will be almost the same ties I did to you the night we met.” He explained. “Just tell me if it hurts you in any way.”

  “Yes, Sir!” she nodded feeling as if an iron band was wringing her guts of pure emotion.

  He left her there and went to one of the cabinets and took out from one of the drawers a red rope.

  “I just love the contrast of this color against your pale skin!” he said when he returned next to her.

  “Please, raise your hands, shoulder high and spread them.”

  He then proceeded to unwrap the rope. When he was done, he folded it in two, and looked for the mid-section. He passed that part behind her neck, leaving two strings of rope hanging from each side of her neck. He tied the rope in a complicated knot over her breasts and then he parted the ropes wrapping each breast, tying it on its base, not in a hurtful way, but yes firm. Then the ropes travelled around her chest, around her arms, securing them firmly crossed behind her back, then down her stomach, between her legs, not forgetting that same arousing knot, just over her clit, and straight back up her back, ending with a knot near her hands.

  When he was done, he took a few minutes to admire his work, to check on the ties and the way it imprisoned her body in an orderly tangle of ropes and knots, the way her breasts were poking out, round and firm.

  “Beautiful!” he said with a sigh. “Now I just need one more thing to get you ready for me.”

  He went back to another drawer and picked up something small.

  “These ones are a little different from the ones I put on you that first night, but I think you will enjoy them as well.” He said as he showed her a couple of nipple clamps, quite similar to a clothespin.

  She took a deep breath and watched him kiss and suck each nipple, getting them rock hard before he attached the clamps on them. They felt better than the ones he had used before; she could feel their grip, but not much more.

  He took a step back to look at her again.

  “Please remember: if you feel it’s too much, use your safe word and we’ll discuss things, ok?” he said, looking at her.

  “Yes, Sir!” she nodded with a faint smile.

  “Good! Come with me!” he took her to one of the benches and made her kneel on some supports leaving her legs widely spread and then he pushed her back over the narrow support leaving her breasts hanging on its sides. He secured her legs to the supports with some leather straps and used others to secure her mid back and neck , making her face a mirror in a nearby wall.

  She was totally restrained, open and exposed to him. Maybe she should be scared but somehow she wasn’t. She trusted him and she was sure he would stop if she needed to. Her heart was racing wildly but she knew it was due to the excitement and the anticipation.

  “Are you ok?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir!” she murmured, feeling as shivers of expectation ran wild through her body.

  “Your punishment, pet, will be ten slaps with my bare hand on your lovely ass.” He announced as he ran his hand over her back, her buttocks, and her thighs. “I want you to count them for me. Are we clear?” he asked in a severe tone.

  “Yes, Sir!” she said

  “Tell me your safe word pet!” he demanded.

  “Red, Sir!”

  “Use it, if you need to!”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He came to stand next to her. The bench had the appropriate height for him to access her whole body. He took a few minutes to caress her body, his fingers exploring her cheeks, going down to her slit, playing with her wetness, checking the ropes and knots, leaving her in an incredible state of arousal.

  The first blow caught her by surprise and she couldn’t hold the shout that came out her mouth. It burned more than she had thought possible and it took her a few seconds to start breathing again.

  “I’m waiting pet!” he said.

  “One, sir!” she managed to say between small gasps.

  He caressed the burning cheek, easing the pain and keeping her aroused.

  The second blow hit the other cheek and although she was expecting it, it still burned a lot.

  “Two, sir!”

  The blows succeeded one after the other, sprinkled with soothing caresses, and loving kisses. By slap five her face was showing the trail left by a couple of tears, and the turmoil of emotions inside her was almost overwhelming.

  He stopped and kissed both ass cheeks easing the pain.

  “Are you ok, pet?” he asked wiping the tears from her face.

  “Yes, sir!” and she was. She could feel the burn on her cheeks, and the sensation on her nipples was changing quickly to a dull ache, but still, she was feeling more and more aroused.

  “You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much, pet!” he said teasingly. “You are not allowed to come, understood?”

  She smiled, and nodded.

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He went back to his task and each blow somehow added tons of feelings and sensations to her.

  By blow number 10, the dull ache on her nipples was now an almost unbearable pain, and she was sobbing and crying her heart out.

  Not so much for the physical pain, but for the release she was feeling. All the fear, the anxiety and the nervousness she had been feeling the whole day was flashed away with her tears.

  After that last slap, he removed the clamps from her nipples sending shafts of pain to her very core, driving her to the edge. His fingers returned to her slit, caressing, poking, and pinching, making her squirm, divided between the pain and the excruciating need to come. He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear:

  "Come, pet, come for me!" and she unleashed the tide of pleasure she had been holding back and came hard, amongst moans, gasps and small cries.

  He took her off of the bench and carried her to a couch nearby and kept her there, in his arms, while he caressed her hair, her face and laid soft kisses all over her face, wiping the tears that still rolled down.

  Minutes after, that felt like years, the tears finally stopped.

  "Are you ok now, pet?" he asked softly.

  "Yes, sir!"

  "How do you feel now?" he asked, his eyes piercing her soul.

  "Empty, but empty good! As if, all my troubles had just left me!" she said, sighing. "So, sir, have we settled the scores?" she asked with a teasing smile on her face.

  He laughed softly and kissed gently her lips.

  "Yes, pet, we settled the scores. You were amazing."

  "I'm glad." She said sighing, pleased.

  "Are you up for some more?" he asked.

  "More punishment?" she asked, almost jumping up on his lap.

  "No, pet!" he answered with a grin in his face. "I think we can let that in the past and move on to more pleasant doings."

  "Ah!" she leaned back on his chest. "I'm always up for that!" she answered with a grin.

  It was Saturday morning, and Emily was still in bed, alone. Damian was an early bird, so he most probably was working out on the gym, but she loved to linger in bed, especially if she didn’t have to go to work, like on weekends. Besides her body sure could use some rest. Nights with Damian were always intense, and sometimes that meant she would have trouble getting her spent body out of bed the next morning, even when he used to save the more intense plays for the weekends.

  The door to the room opened up, to let the
object of her thoughts enter.

  "Rise and shine, pet." He greeted on a way too cheerful tone, sitting beside her in bed.

  She moaned and covered her head with a pillow just to have it roughly pulled away. She mumbled a protest that made her earn a stinging smack on her exposed buttocks.

  "I believe we will have to work on your sleeping habits pet, maybe make your body to get used to wake up at five am." He said, with a pensive tone.

  Emily jumped out of bed immediately, hearing him laugh softly.

  "I'm sure that won't be necessary, Sir." She said with a naughty smile.

  "We shall see." He said in an ominous tone. "Mark just called me." He informed, going back to the theme that had brought him to the room.

  "How is he, Sir?" she asked, smiling.

  "He's fine, and so is Rose." Damian answered, seeing through her clearly. "He invited us to go to a Secret Club, tonight."

  "A Secret Club? What do you mean Sir?" Emily asked, puzzled.

  "From what Mark told me, it’s a private club that has been around one way or another for hundreds of years." Damian explained.

  "Something similar to the masonry, Sir?" she asked.

  "Yes, we could say so, but this one is devoted to sex, in all its forms, kinks and ways. According to what Mark told me they have locations all around the world, Los Angeles, Paris, London, Berlin, New York, San Francisco, Madrid, and all main cities in the world."

  "Wow, that sounds impressive, Sir. Is Master Mark a member there?"