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

by Veronica Cane

  "Not yet, but he's considering the possibility and wants us to join Rose and him on their first visit to the club. He was invited by a business associate, a man called Devlin Kent." Damian answered.

  "I've heard of him. He's one of Ashworth and Kent's main lawyers. They specialize in international law." Emily said, recalling what she had heard from him. He was certainly a very important man, but known to be quite severe.

  "Ah, yes, I knew the name sounded familiar." Damian confirmed. "Would you like to go? Maybe we could become members too if we like it. What do you think?" he asked her.

  Emily was a very curious person, and this 'secret club' had her intrigued. Besides, Rose surely would be thankful to have her there.

  "Yes, Sir, I think it could be fun." She agreed and he smiled, pleased.

  "Good, let's choose your outfit." He said, heading to the closet where she already had some clothes stored, especially the ones she used to wear when they went to the club. "This dress will be perfect." He added, pulling out a black leather dress, with a flared, short skirt and a tight strapless top. It enhanced her round curves and its color made her hair shine like a flare.

  "Lovely, Sir, you have such good taste." She said teasingly, knowing he loved to see her in that particular dress.

  "Thank you, pet."

  The rest of the day went by, amongst plays and routine and when the time to go to the club arrived, Emily couldn’t deny she felt excited with the idea.

  Damian wore an elegant black tie suit that made him look amazing, more than he usually did and she felt so happy to be with him.

  She was wearing the dress he had chosen for her, and before they left the house he buckled her 'play collar' on her neck.

  "I don’t expect to play at this club tonight, but I want everyone else to know you're taken, that you belong to me." He said, his eyes locked in mine. He claimed her lips in a hard, strong kiss, set to let her know just how seriously he meant every single word.

  The warmness she always felt, when he claimed her ran wild through her body, making her enter in a delightful state of bliss.

  Damian rented a limousine to drive all of them up to the club that was a bit far from where they lived and he wanted to enjoy the trip. They picked Mark and Rose up at Mark's house.

  The girls hugged each other, while the men greeted. They spent the whole trip exchanging news and discussing their expectations about this club.

  When they reached the place, Emily hopped out of the car and looked at the mansion ecstatic. It looked like one of those huge old plantation's mansions, with four white Greek columns, supporting the typical pediment. She almost waited to see Scarlett O'Hara coming out of the main door to welcome them.

  She grinned and looked at Damian. He was looking at her and they exchanged amused smiles. The place looked like everything but a sex club.

  Mark and Rose approached them.

  "Can you believe this place? I keep waiting to see Scarlett coming out that door, running away from her darling husband." Emily said, laughing amused and Rose laughed too.

  "Yes, I thought the same thing too." She said, but behind her friend's words and laughs, Emily could perceive a nervousness she hadn’t seen earlier, so discreetly she walked a couple of steps away from the men, dragging Rose with her.

  "Is everything all right?" she whispered.

  "Yes, I'm just a bit nervous. Mark seems very excited with this club, but I have my doubts. I saw the man who invited us, just the other day with his submissive, and they seem to have a more strict relationship than the one I'm in for." She whispered back.

  "Damian told me that you can find here all kinds of kink, so don’t worry. Besides, you can always say no." Emily murmured holding Rose's hands in hers.

  "I know…" but her voice showed she wasn’t sure.

  "Ladies, you can update your gossips another day. It's time to get in." Damian said, with an amused grin in his lips.

  They giggled and joined the men and they walked to the club's door. Mark rang the bell and the door was opened by a man that looked exactly as you picture a butler in your mind.

  "Good evening, Sirs, may I help you?" he asked, politely.

  "Good evening, we were invited." Mark answered handing the man a folded paper.

  The man opened it and after reading it, invited them in.

  "I'll need you and your companions to register here." The man said, showing them a laptop in front of which he sat down.

  Mark and Damian provided all the information while the girls looked around them, observing the luxurious decoration.

  They were finally led through an empty room, with small tables and a raised stage, where, as they were told, they had live music performances, into a hall way, with several people in hooded monk cloaks, lining up, as if in standing guard.

  The hall way took them to a room decorated in a stunning and classy style, with vaulted ceilings, with huge crystal chandeliers hanging from them. And you could find elaborate statues scattered all over the place. It was amazing.

  The small crowd in it was quite varied, but mostly master and doms with their slaves and submissives, some even wearing leashes.

  They spent part of the night walking around and talking to the assistants. They even had the opportunity to watch a Master punishing his naughty slave. He chose to spank her, bare hand, with her laying across his knees.

  Though Emily wasn’t much of a pain lover, the expression on the woman's face was quite a poem, and more arousing than anything else. She could see the mix of pain and pleasure and hear it in every moan she let out. When her Master stopped and walked out of the room with her carried over his shoulder, she was obviously lost in that special place only your master can take you.

  At some point of the night, Mark introduced the others to their host, Devlin Kent and to his slave, an attractive blonde woman attached to his leash that he introduced as Mary Elizabeth.

  He was an attractive man, but he was obviously a primal predator, that wouldn’t stop before any obstacle to get what he wanted.

  "You should stick around; things might get interesting in a while." He said, with a devious smile that sent shudders down Emily's spine.

  "Sure, so far we are enjoying it very much." Mark answered, with a pleased smile.

  They visited the buffet and grabbed something to eat, when another commotion called their attention.

  This time, the main characters were none other than Devlin and Mary Elizabeth. They were standing in the same spot the other master had punished his slave, and Mary Elizabeth was stripping.

  Devlin gathered the crowd and announced:

  “Let her initiation begin.”

  To his words, a line was formed with all the assistants that wanted to participate in the so called initiation.

  Emily looked at Damian, but he didn’t seem to know more than she did. Instinct made her step closer to him, and perceiving her need, he took her in his arms, circling her waist and pulling her back to his chest, allowing her to feel safe.

  They watched in silence, Mark and Rose, were standing next to them.

  “First we have the inspection.” Devlin's voice informed the audience, and the people lined up, proceeded to examine thoroughly Mary Elizabeth's body, touching, prodding, caressing, sucking and kissing.

  When the last person was done, Devlin made the next announcement.

  “Ok, my friends, time for the spankings.” He said, leaning Mary Elizabeth over the arm of the chair.

  Emily was able to see the shudders of fear running down the girl's body. She wasn’t very pleased with the whole thing, but she didn’t protest, nor did anything to stop it. She was spanked, bare handed, with a belt, a slipper, and even a crop.

  Each blow made Emily shudder in Damian's arms. She truly doubted she could go through a thing like that. If looked way too painful.

  The last person to spank her was Devlin, after he pulled her up and laid her over his knees. He spanked her probably harder than anyone else, and when he was done, he sli
d his hand down her slit, confirming her arousal, before he hit her with one last stroke. He got up and took her away, just like the other master had done.

  Emily wasn’t sure of what to feel. The whole scene had been intense, even a bit arousing, she had to admit, but if that was a mandatory requirement to be a member of the club, she had serious doubts if she would want to go through it.

  "You looked troubled, pet." Damian's voice sounded in her ears.

  "It was an intense scene, Sir." She answered, cautiously.

  "Yes, it was." He replied, but didn’t say anything else.

  Emily turned to look at Mark and Rose, noting the interest on Mark's face, but not so much on Rose's.

  They left the club after that, saying goodbye to Mark and Rose in the parking lot.

  When they reached the house, Damian dragged her, almost running to his room. He clearly had something in his mind and wanted to have it immediately.

  He helped her out of her outfit quickly and in no time he had her pinned down in the bed, his big cock shoved deep inside her, making her trail the road to paradise held by his hand. Soon their moans and growls and the slapping sound of his hips hitting hers, were all you could here in the room, until they both jumped over the edge towards an ocean of pleasure that had been building during the whole evening.

  It seemed amazing they had been dating for six months now. Things had gone pretty fast and pretty intense between them, and sometimes she couldn’t shake the feeling it was all just a beautiful dream.

  She never thought she would find someone that would fit so perfectly with her, as if they had been made for each other.

  During those six months they had evolved in the vanilla relationship and had deepened so much in their Dom/submissive fling to the point his will, his desires and his opinion had an incredible weight over all her life.

  She always tried to please him in all ways she could, and when she failed, it felt terrible, but making up was awesome and seemed to deepen even more things between them.

  They had grown closer in every aspect of their lives; she always participated in his parties and even had grown used to play in front of his friends and to watching them play; they went to the club together and they practically lived together by now, cooked together, slept together… although she always waited for his invite. She still couldn’t make the first move in these matters.

  She had been so happy, so fulfilled that she could not help fearing things were just too good to be true.

  And as if to prove her right, she started to notice changes in him, ever since their last party.

  At the party were the usual guests, including Mark and Rose, when he announced to her:

  “I would like to play with your breasts tonight.” He said, his eyes locked in hers, attentive to her reactions. “I want to go a bit further than what we have done so far. Do you think you can manage that, pet?” he asked, in what she started to call his domly tone.

  She took a couple of deep breaths as she remembered her bad experience at the club, but, hey, this was Damian, her Dom, the man she had grown to love more than life itself. She knew she would be safe with him.

  “Yes, Sir! I know I can!” she accepted.

  They were standing in his dungeon; his friends were already engaged in their own plays.

  He smiled, pleased.

  “Please undress completely!” he ordered, and she removed the tiny black skirt and pick top she had been wearing. At first she didn’t feel comfortable getting naked in front of his friends, but she had long passed that stage.

  Meanwhile he took a couple of sets of leather cuffs and attached them to her wrists and ankles, along with her ‘playing’ collar as they called it.

  “I want you to tell me if this gets too uncomfortable for you at any time, agreed?” he asked looking at her, straight in the eyes.

  “Yes, Sir!” she agreed.

  He grabbed a cotton red rope from a nearby table and unwrapped it. He took one end of the rope and secured it around the base of her breast, not to tight, just enough, and then started to wrap it around, making neat lines of rope. She could feel as the tension grew in her breast underneath the firm grip of the rope. The feeling wasn’t painful nor scary, somehow it stirred new emotions inside her.

  Once he was pleased with that one, he crossed the rope to the other breast and repeated the process there.

  Soon both her breasts were tied up, tensed and her nipples were hard as rocks. She was more aware of her breasts than she had ever been in her whole life.

  They were starting to change color, becoming a bit purplish and that scared her a bit. He must have noticed her concern, because he appeased her quickly, his hand caressing gently her breasts.

  “Don’t worry about the color, that’s normal and they go back to normal in minutes after the rope is removed.

  “Thank you, Sir!” she said, smiling at him. He knew her so well.

  “How are you feeling so far?” he asked her, his fingers trailing softly the edges of the rope.

  “I’m fine, Sir!”

  “Do you feel any kind of pain?”

  “No, Sir!”

  “Very well! But you will. Just tell me when it becomes more than you can take, ok?”

  “Yes, Sir, I will!”

  “Ok, let’s continue then!” he turned to the table and grabbed a pair of clover clamps. Then he rolled her nipples between his fingers roughly to get them even harder, and attached the first clamp to it!”

  She held her breath when the clamp clutched itself to the sensitive nipple, the shot of pain running directly to her very core.

  He went to the other nipple, attaching the clamp, and despite the fact she knew how it would feel, she still startled a little.

  The clamps were connected with a small chain, and from its middle another chain went down with a smaller clamp in its end.

  “Open your legs wide!” the order confirmed her suspicions of where that small clamp would go, and when he kneeled between her legs and attached it to her clit, she couldn’t stop the small cry that escaped her lips, as she closed her legs intending to stop the pain.

  “Open!” he ordered, smiled when she reluctantly obeyed and deposited a small kiss over her mound that almost made her forget the searing sting of the clamp.

  He grabbed a spreading bar and attached it to her ankle cuffs, keeping her wide open, unable to close her legs again. He stood up, checked her clamps and smiled.

  He grabbed her from under her arms and moved her to position her underneath a suspension bar, hooked to the roof. He picked her hands up and secured them to the bar. She was now hanging from it, with her feet firmly supporting her body.

  “Tonight, it will be about sensations only, pet! So I’ll put a blindfold over your eyes.” He announced, standing behind her, whispering in her ear. “Use your safe word if you need it!”

  A shiver of pure arousal ran down her spine as she anticipated the thrill. He put the blindfold over her eyes, securing it behind her back, shutting all light and vision from her.

  Her whole body was tensed in expectation, being deprived of vision seemed to magnify all her other senses and she could hear all the surrounding sounds, feel the slight breeze from the air conditioner system and smell the leather and the wood. She could even sense his eyes on her.

  She heard his footsteps when he came closer to her back, his broad body glued to hers, and next thing she felt was his lips leaving a thread of kisses all over her neck and shoulders while his hands on her shoulders, caressing her neck, going down her back, gently touching her buttocks, then up again, to her arms, down her chest, caressing her bound breasts, and a bit more down, through her stomach, all the way to her mound, going around the clit clamp, and diving into her, noting her sweet wetness.

  He stepped back, leaving her as a quivering mass of need, and next thing she felt was the bittersweet caress of his flogger on her back. He flogged her all over, even her breasts, making her whole body tremble and squirm, rush after rush of pain and
delight as her moans grew higher.

  He stopped, dropped the flogger on the floor, and his hands came to caress his work, checking the pinkness of her skin and the purple of her breasts, each touch making her want more, feeling how wet she was now.

  Again he left her, and came back with the sting of what felt like a leather strap, probably a belt, as it landed on her buttocks, once, twice, three times, and so many more she lost count, making her squirm and startle to each blow, while her mind buried itself in a myriad of feelings and sensations, each slap making her a bit more aroused.

  Again he stopped, his hands caressed her reddened skin, his fingers slipping through her slit, right to her dripping pussy, as she laid her head back to his chest, her breathing uneven, her chest heaving.

  The tension she had felt at first on her breasts was slowly changing to a dull ache and she could feel as the clamps buried themselves deeper in her skin, and she felt like her whole body had millions of tiny sensors sending information to her already clouded brain.

  Then she felt a light blow over her right breast, and although she was unable to identify it completely she was almost sure it was a crop whip that hit her. Another blow fell on her left breast, and then they came one after the other, changing sides, growing in intensity but never reaching a level of intense pain, just enough to make her moan and squirm to each blow, in raw need.

  And his next blow hit her mound, just over the clamp and the searing pain made her sob high and took her need to unsuspected levels. He then started to intersperse the blows between her breasts and her mound making her a whimpering mass, of need and desire, totally overwhelmed by the feelings he had awakened in her.

  He dropped the crop, released the clamps from her nipples, one by one, gently caressing them, hushing her cries with his lips, and then he leaned her back on him and released the clit clamp, clutching his hand on her mound, easing her pain, and with a few caresses on her clit giving her the release she had been begging for, letting her submerge in a delightful sea of pleasure.

  Her body went limp in his arms, and slowly he unhooked her hands from the bar.

  James, one of his friends, that had been watching them for a while now, stepped in and helped Damian to free her from the spreading bar.