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

by Veronica Cane

  Every word that came out of his mouth felt as a knife being buried in her heart. The worst had happened. He didn’t mind sharing her, he was ok with letting her be with other men. This could only mean he had lost all interest in her, and this was probably his way to help her find someone else, so he could leave her with no remorse.

  She took several deep breaths, her eyes fixed in her hands, gathering strength to answer him and get out of this situation with her head high even if her heart felt as if it had been crashed into a million of pieces.

  "I'm not sure I understand what you are saying." She needed to buy her more time and to make sure she understood exactly what he was saying.

  "I'm asking you if you want to play with some of the other guys, or even try a threesome with or without me." He said stepping over her crushed heart.

  "Oh… I see." She managed to mutter.

  "Well? Is there any fantasy of that sort that you might want to explore?" he insisted, his tone plain, with no feelings showing there.

  She took a few more breaths, struggling not to squeeze her hands and betray her feelings before she gave him a faint smile and look at him.

  "No, actually, that never called my attention. No fantasies there." She said. "I think I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that. Were you planning a scene like that?" she asked.

  "No, no… I just felt I had to ask." He answered, looking away from her.

  "Oh, good." She said and got up from the couch. "Perhaps we should get back to the party, don’t you think?"

  He watched her walk towards the door, smiling.

  "Yes, I guess so."

  They returned to the party and he looked very festive, but she could sense some nervousness underneath it, and it only made her feel even worse.

  She had to find a way out of the party, before they went to the dungeon. She knew she wouldn’t be able to contain the flood of tears she had been holding back for much longer, much less under the sweet touch of a flogger.

  Her head seemed about to explode from the terrible headache she was feeling, so she decided to explain it to Damian and leave the party. It wasn’t as if he would miss her. That night there were several submissives attending the party alone that would be more than happy to take her place.

  That thought only increased the intensity of her headache, so she went looking for him.

  "Damian, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked, avoiding his eyes.

  "Sure." He excused himself from the group he had been talking with, and drove her to a quiet corner of the room. "What's the matter?" he asked.

  "I'm afraid I have an excruciating headache… so I think it's best for me to go back home." She muttered, squeezing her hands.

  "No!" his denial was fast and brutal. "I don’t want you to leave. Besides, I thought you were staying the weekend with me."

  "I don’t think that would be a good idea. I guess I'm catching some kind of flu, so I won't be good company." She answered quickly.

  "If you are getting sick, you'll need me to take care of you." He replied. "Besides, I have something to announce tonight and I need you here." His voice didn’t admit any kind of refusal and she looked at him feeling helpless.

  There was no escape for her.

  "Ok, I guess I can stay for a bit longer." She accepted.

  "Do you need anything for your headache?" he asked, caressing her face.

  "Yes, I'll get a couple of aspirins." She answered.

  "Ok, don’t be long."

  "I won't."

  She went to his bedroom, and picked a couple of aspirins from his bathroom cabinet. As soon as she dropped the glass over the counter, rivers of tears started streaming down her cheeks, and heartfelt sobs choked her.

  She cried her heart out. She felt so miserable, so misfortunate, as if everything had just lost any sense, any meaning.

  She stood there for a few minutes, letting all her tears come out. When the stream went dry, she washed her face with cold water, applied some heavy makeup on and returned to the party.

  "There you are." Damian said, as soon as he saw her. “Feeling better now?" he asked looking deep into her eyes.

  "Yes, thank you." She answered, turning her face to avoid his eyes, praying he wouldn’t notice her swollen eyes or the slightest red of her nose.

  "Good. Come, I have a surprise for you." He said as he dragged her to the center of the room, going up on a small stage.

  He called everybody's attention killing the music.

  "Friends, thank you all for being here tonight. Your presence here makes of this night an even more special occasion."

  She smiled as he took the palm of her hand to his lips and deposited a soft kiss, his eyes shining like two bright stars.

  Her heart was pounding so fast it felt like a drum driven by a maniac rhythm, butterflies in her stomach dancing to the maddening rhythm of the drum, and she just couldn’t figure out what was happening there.

  He wouldn’t kick her out of his life in public. He would never be that cruel.

  "Six months ago, in a Beginner's night, I was settled to perform, to show newbies how to tie theirs subs, using simple knots. The sub that was supposed to perform with me called in sick at the last moment. So I looked around searching for someone to take her place." He recalled, talking to the audience, but his eyes locked in hers. "And there she was! She looked so lost, and yet, as if she was meant to be there, at that table, at that moment, just waiting for me to find her. Up to today, I thank all gods everyday that I did, that fate brought to my life the other half of my soul."

  To his words, breathing was hard, painful even, as she seemed to be frozen.

  "You brought love to my heart, laughter to my life and you became the very essence of my entire life. If that wasn’t enough, you were also the perfect submissive to this old dominant soul." He continued. "What else could a man ask for?" he asked, pushing both her hands to his chest, so she could feel the maddening pounding of his heart.

  The audience giggled in choir.

  "Just one thing." He said, and now his voice was dead serious, that tone that always managed to send shivers down her spine. "For her to accept my collar." And he grabbed it from, a box Mark was holding, close to them. It was a beautiful red leather collar, with a badge where it read 'Sir Damian's sub'. "Will you?" he asked, presenting the collar to her.

  Tears were rolling down her cheeks, as she nodded endlessly, unable to speak.

  "I need the words, pet!" he ordered, with a broad smile.

  She swallowed several times, before she was able to pronounce them.

  "Yes, Sir!"

  To her words of acceptance, a wave of applauses roared in the room, and he held her on a very tight embrace.

  Finally letting her go, as the room went back to silence, he regained control of the situation.

  "Please take position for me, pet." He ordered.

  She kneeled in front of him, her hands placed behind her back, her head down.

  With his hand under her chin, he raised her face.

  "Keep your head up for me this time, pet." He asked as he circled her neck with the new collar, buckling in the back.

  The sound of it being buckled had an amazing effect over her. She felt as if she had been borne for that moment, to be owned by that man, to become such a vital part of him, and in that moment, she loved him a thousand times more.

  When it was done, the audience gave them another round of applause, and he helped her to her feet, to devour her mouth in an incredibly hot kiss.

  "I love you!" he whispered for her ears only and she started crying again, as emotions overwhelmed her.

  "I love you too." She managed to whisper back.

  "Now, I have one last request." He said raising his voice, so everyone could hear him. "Will you, Emily, marry me and be mine till death do us part?"

  "Yes, oh, yes." She answered, laughing and crying at the same time.

  He took a small black velvet box from his pocket and opened it for her. Inside, there wa
s one of the most beautiful engagement rings she had ever seen in her life.

  He took it out and slid it on her ring, with a perfect fit.

  The waiters handed out glasses of champagne to everybody, and Mark, standing next to Damian, raised his glass.

  "To the happy couple! May they have all the happiness in the world."

  "Cheers!"

  ***

  When the party was over, and the last guest had left, she was standing looking out the window, admiring the full moon, when he approached her, holding her in his arms from behind.

  "How's your headache?" he asked, ironic.

  "Miraculously cured." She answered, with a self deprecating smile. "May I act freely?" she asked, turning around, to face him.

  "Yes, you may." He said, looking at her puzzled.

  She took a deep breath and started to punch him hard on his chest."

  "I should kill you for making me suffer this much for two damn weeks." She shouted, draining all her emotions.

  He laughed softly, and grabbed her by her wrists, taking them behind her back.

  "Such a little wild one." He said. "I'm sorry, pet, I didn’t notice your fears were taking over your senses until the moment you asked me to leave the party." He explained. "I thought I had been smart enough hiding that I was planning something."

  She released her hands and hit him a few more times before he grabbed her again.

  "You weren't and all I could think of was that you were going to throw me into another man's arms to get rid of me."

  "I'm sorry, I never had that intention."

  "Then, why did you propose me to be on a threesome, without you?" she asked, the doubt still present in her mind.

  "Because I wanted to make sure you didn’t have dreams or fantasies unfulfilled before I tied you with chains to me." He explained, and his thoughtfulness made her feel so well, she sighed and buried her face in his chest.

  "What if I had said yes? Would you have left me?" she asked, with a devious smile.

  He took a few moments before he answered.

  "I would have done everything to convince you that was overrated, and that you didn’t really need it." He admitted, and she laughed.

  "Oh, that's so more like you." She said, kissing him sweetly on his lips.

  He picked her up in his arms and took her to the dungeon.

  "I thought we weren’t playing tonight." She said, as he put her down, in the middle of the room.

  "We weren’t, but we have to take care of your act of brattiness." He answered, looking for something in one of his drawers.

  "My what?" she asked, taking a cautious step back.

  "You know… when you decided it was a good idea to punch me." He said, without looking at her.

  "You gave me permission to act freely…" she reminded him, taking another step back, unsure of his intentions.

  "Yes…" he agreed, glancing at her, with a devious grin. "But I never said there wouldn’t be consequences." He clarified.

  "That's not fair!" she complained, slowly taking off her high heels, embedded in a rebellious spirit.

  "Oh, I think it is. You have to be more specific in the future." He advised her, walking back to where she was, carrying a riding crop in his hands, some rope, and a set of clamps that he laid on a table nearby.

  "No way… you should have told me before." She protested again, taking another step back, towards the door.

  "There will always be consequences, pet." He warned her in a self-sufficient tone.

  "Well, I refuse to accept this abuse of power." She sputtered before she ran out of the room, at full speed.

  She heard his laughter before she heard his steps coming after her.

  It didn’t take him much to grab her and throw her over his shoulder, clamping her legs with an iron arm, and take her back to the dungeon. She tried to fight his grip, but a hard smack on her buttock ended her protests.

  "Oh, in a feisty mood are you, my dear pet?" he said, with a mischievous grin, as he laid her over the table.

  "I'm sorry Sir, it was just a small joke… you know, my engagement gift to you, Sir." She said, with an alluring smile, as she caressed his arms, still pinning her to the table.

  "Oh, so nice of you, pet." He answered, still not letting her go.

  "So, you might want to consider my actions as so…" she tried to convince him.

  "I don’t think so." He said, smiling at her intentions.

  Before she could react he had her wrists cuffed to the table, above her head, with her lying face up. He slowly pushed her dress up, and releasing one wrist at a time, he took it off of her, along with her bra, her thong and her stockings, leaving her completely naked and exposed to him, except for her new collar, shining at her neck.

  Her laughter was gone, and now arousal was the master of her emotions and she was completely submitted to her Dom.

  He picked the rope, and tied her legs, each one in a futomomo position, with her heel, pressed to the back of her thigh. Then he opened them wide and secured the legs to the boards of the table, exposing even more her pussy to his will, her buttocks positioned on the table's edge.

  He came closer to her face, and kissed her passionately.

  "Remember to use your safe if you need it." He told her, gently.

  She nodded, far beyond words. He kissed her again, as his fingers played with her hard nipples, preparing them for the clamps that he attached on them.

  She moaned out loud, the shot of pain rushing through her body, right to her very core, increasing even more her arousal.

  He ran his hand through her body, enjoying her warm skin, the shivers he produced with his simple touch.

  He stood in front of her opened thighs, and grabbing the riding crop, he slid it all over her legs and her belly, teasing her throbbing clit.

  "So, tonight's lesson is, my dear pet?" he asked in a teasing tone.

  "To never trust your Dom…" she answered stung by his amusement.

  The smack of the crop over her clit was immediate and powerful, making her gasp with the sting.

  "Perhaps you want to try once more, pet." He ordered, his smile even broader

  "To be extremely specific when talking to your Dom." She tried once more, the brat she didn’t know she had, relishing with her rebellion.

  With no delay, another smack hit the same sensible spot, making her whimper and shudder.

  "One more time, pet, and make it right this time." He warned her, loving to see her so comfortable and trustful with him she would tease him.

  "Yes, Sir." She said, just to add: "To run away faster when doms decide you deserve punishment."

  The third smack of the crop left her shaking and breathing heavily.

  "Oh, god…" she moaned.

  "Do you want to try one last time, pet?" he asked, running the crop over her clamped nipples, slightly flicking them.

  "Yes… Sir… To never punch your Dom…" she finally answered, gasping for air.

  He kissed her lips, smiling.

  "Yes, pet, I knew you could do it." He said, before he returned to between her legs. "You have no permission to come, until I tell you to, pet." He warned her.

  "Yes, Sir." She said, panting.

  He started another round of blows, this time, just to tease her and dye her skin of a beautiful red, enhancing her arousal and guiding her closer and closer to the edge.

  "Please, Sir, please…" she pleaded, nonstop, desperate to come, to release the huge bulge of pleasure that was building inside her.

  "What do you want from me, pet?" he asked, his tone giving her a witness of his own arousal.

  "I want you Sir, please." She begged.

  "Do you want to feel me inside you, pet?" he asked again.

  "Yes, Sir, please, Sir."

  He unzipped his pants and released his hardened cock, making it rest in her exposed entrance.

  "Beg me, pet." He asked, his voice hoarse with craving need.

  "Please Sir, make me yours." She begged.


  And with one single thrust he entered her, all the way in, stretching her, making way for him to plunge in and out of her, dragging even closer to the edge.

  "Please… Sir." She implored once more, her lips clenching around his engorged cock.

  "Come with me, pet." He finally ordered, and she set free the turmoil of pleasure and bliss she had built inside her, yanking him with her, as he flooded her womb with his essence.

  He fell over her, panting, his heart thundering at the same rhythm as hers, while they came down slowly to reality.

  He untied her and released her sore nipples, easing its pain with kisses and licks.

  He carried her to his bed and they laid there, cuddled, in each other's arms.

  "This is where you belong." He whispered in her ear.

  "Yes… I don't want to be elsewhere." She murmured.

  "I wouldn’t allow you either way…" he said, teasing her, and she sank her elbow on his belly, followed by a hard smack on her thigh.

  "I'll have to take care of that brattiness you seemed to have developed." He threatened, but the traces of laughter in his voice ruined the threat.

  "Please do, Sir." She said, smiling and relishing in the confidence his love had given her.

  Chapter 7

  Emily arrived home after another day of hard work to find dinner ready and waiting for her. She just loved this part of living with Damian, enjoying the services of his personnel. They had set the wedding date, and they were doing things with time. Damian wanted to give her a marriage she wouldn’t forget, mixing both their lives in an incredibly romantic way. She was looking forward to the day, but meanwhile she was enjoying just being with him.

  They didn’t live in the lifestyle 24/7 but they weren’t far from it. He was the man she loved, her future husband, but he was always her Dom and she loved it.

  "Good evening, pet. Did you have a good day?" he greeted her when she entered the living room.

  "Yes, Sir, a bit tiring, so I'm very happy it's Friday." She answered, receiving the glass of her favorite rosé wine he was handing her.

  She took a small sip before she took another step closer to him and kissing him sweetly.