KNOTTED: The Manhattan Bound Series, Book Three

by Juliet Braddock

  Flabbergasted, she slowly lowered herself, guessing as to what it might be. In the early days, he could have fooled her, but now, Maxine would have bet her life that it vibrated—and that Drew held the remote in his pocket.

  This is going to be the longest road trip of your existence, she warned herself. Better have some yogurt chips.

  “Comfortable?” he asked, forcing an air of innocence.

  Aside from the fact that she’d been dripping since their eyes locked in the foyer, she actually quite enjoyed the feeling of the pliable toy on which she perched. Now, though, she wanted to know what it would do to her. “Yes, Mr. Mack, I am. Thank you for asking.”

  “Good,” he continued. “Now, that’s a vibrator. They call it ‘the leaf’ because it does indeed fan over all of your most delicate bits down there…”

  “Wait! Wait, Drew!” Maxine put up her hand and pressed it against his forehead. “Did you just use the phrases ‘delicate bits’ and ‘down there’?”

  His eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared. And in those tightened lips, Maxine was certain that a smile hid within the curl of his mouth. “It covers your clit, your cock hole and your asshole, Miss Merryweather. And the little fucker throbs—at my discretion—in no less than six speeds. And since you can’t control your mouth—even on our honeymoon—I’ll start it right now.”

  Fuck to the balls! The strength of the pulsations were almost like an electric shock to her already raw nerve endings. She couldn’t imagine four hours of this tortuous pleasure while she sat in this car beside him.

  “Oh, my good—”

  “I’m not done with you yet!” he said, turning off the remote. “I have some bondage tape I need to use here. I know you’re going to slide around on that damn thing, so I’m going to affix it to you properly.”

  With a pull, he sent her seat gliding backward, allotting him the room he needed to work on her body before they headed out. She hoped that damn butler wasn’t watching from the windows, but heaven only knew what that man had witnessed in that house!

  Taking her knees in his hands, he spread her legs and then held the vibrator in place. Striping the bands over her like he was securing a package to mail, he wound the wrap around her body up to her waist. Since bondage tape had no adhesive, sticking only to itself, he had to bind her carefully and tightly to ensure the tiny toy remained in place. Just for good measure, he also decided to tape her thighs together.

  All the while, Maxine looked down upon her husband with horror.

  “Buh…wha…how to…if I have to…pee?” she panted.

  “I suppose I’ll just have to join you in the potty,” he reasoned with a shrug. Before buckling her in, Drew made sure to cover her completely with the trench coat. “And don’t worry about getting bored, Miss Merryweather…I’ve brought other toys with me, too. Now…how about those yogurt chips?”

  Drew settled himself in and readied for the journey ahead of them, as Maxine pressed her cheek against the cold and rain-splattered window. He could still see the sadness in her eyes as they pulled down the long, wooded driveway. She was simply still on overload, and it was his mission to maintain the balance in her life.

  “I would have blindfolded you, too, but I thought that might cause some problems, should we encounter the police along the road,” he endeavored to lighten her mood. “And I want you to actually see France since it’s your first time here…”

  “How…kind of you, Mr. Mack…”

  He had to be joking about making her hold her orgasm for four fucking hours. She’d never been made to withstand such a tumultuous task in her life. Perhaps if the urge really did strike, she’d just have to let go and face his punishment. That wasn’t always such a bad thing…

  “You’re being awfully pouty, Miss Merryweather,” he observed as they cruised along the vast highway, northward toward Paris. “Certainly, your other Master taught you to be gracious at all times.”

  “I’m very thankful, Mr. Mack—for the snacks…for the toys…”

  “Speaking of toys, what good are they if I’m not allowing you to play?” Carefully, he reached into his pocket to turn on the vibrator again and then placed the remote on the dashboard. “Is that better?”

  At least the road was smooth, she convinced herself. However, so was the sensation. Resonating like a fine Stradivarius, that little machine whirred against her, stroking against her swollen lips.

  She watched him reach out to turn the dial twice, intensifying those prickles of pleasure against her clit and ass.

  For the sake of letting go and enjoying herself, she decided to try a new tactic. Closing her eyes, she engaged in the sounds of the music playing on the stereo and forced herself to ignore the happenings between her taped thighs. She not only engaged in but initiated calm conversation with Drew, all the while proving to him that she could indeed endure this next challenge that he’d granted her.

  “How are we faring there, Divine Miss M?”

  “Actually doing quite well,” she smiled with every ounce of arrogance she could muster.

  “No need for a pit stop yet?”

  “I’m good, Mr. Mack.”

  “Have some juice—you’ll get dehydrated.”

  “Gee, thank you, but I’m not thirsty.”

  “Are you bored, Miss Merryweather?” he asked with a trace of amusement flickering in his tone.

  “Mr. Mack, I could never get bored with you!”

  Throughout their trip, Drew varied the pressure of the vibrator, sometimes even shutting it off completely. While he was so very proud of her endurance, just once he wanted her to crack. Dammit, he wanted to punish her in the worst way, but she had to muster that stamina and win another little game.

  Once they were a little over halfway to their destination, Maxine finally had to pee, and Drew found a rest stop and pulled over. Placing his hand over Maxine’s, he turned her to face him. “The bathroom appears to be on the side of the building,” he said. “Think my little prisoner can make it over there?”

  “You’ll help me, Mr. Mack?”

  “I always do, Miss Merryweather,” he said. “Even when you're ornery.”

  As she swung her legs out of the car, she looked off into the distance. That damn bathroom appeared to be miles away, and she wondered how the hell she was going to make it.

  Waddling along like a penguin, she gathered her angst and turned it into fortitude. Although putting one foot in front of the other was quite a daunting task, she managed with Drew holding her upright from behind.

  Of course, the door was locked, so they had to wait for whomever was pissing before her. The bondage tape itched against her skin with even the slightest movement. Weary from emotion and travel and her harrowing battle against the vibrator, she knew she couldn’t take much more. She was either going to cry or come.

  She’d also noted that Drew brought his toy satchel with him, just like Santa Claus.

  “Oh, it’s just filthy in here…” Drew groused when they finally stepped inside the tiny bathroom. “I’m going to bathe you in hand sanitizer when we arrive at our destination…then shower you myself…”

  “Sounds kinda hot…” she squirmed as he unbelted her coat, licking her top lip with the tip of her tongue.

  “Enough, Maxine.” His hands crept inside her raincoat. “You’re starting to exhaust me today…”

  “Fuck…balls…”

  “What a mess I’ve made,” he said, studying his handiwork from earlier that day. “I should have really taped you before we got into the car…”

  Slowly, he started unwrapping Maxine, while she fussed all the while, dancing her feet upon the dirty tiled flooring.

  “Will you hold still, for fuck’s sake?”

  “Have to pee…Mack…Sir…Drew…” Oh, hell, her bladder was starting to ache, and she was locked in subspace no matter how hard she tried to ignore that damn vibrator.

  Unwinding the rubbery black tape as he spun her around, he worked quickly to free her but held his
hand between her legs so as not to drop her new vibrator on the ground.

  So quickly, Maxine moved toward the toilet, but he stopped her once again. “You are not sitting on that seat.”

  “I can squat…”

  His sigh was so sharp that his lips flapped in its hiss. Hooking his hands under her arms, he held her above the bowl and waited for what seemed like minutes.

  Now, as he permitted her at least one release, Maxine felt as if she’d been sitting on top of an engine for hours. Her lower lips were nearly numb from the vibrations, and she felt as if she had to shake her entire body out just to rid herself of those prickly tickles.

  Wiping her meticulously with tissues he’d packed in his bag, he muttered, “You are truly the messiest submissive I have ever encountered in my life.”

  “And you are the…” Maxine stopped herself and giggled. “Well, you’re the only Dom I’ve ever—”

  Drew stepped back for a moment to look at her and raised his eyebrows. “Thought you had a Master back home…Miss Merryweather…”

  “Oh, yeah…him…the other Master…”

  “I seriously hope there’s no traffic between here and where we’re going,” Drew shook his head. “My patience is hanging by one fraying thread right now.”

  While Drew endeavored to tape her up once again, Maxine nearly buckled in his arms like a limp rag doll. This time, he made sure to wrap her up properly, fashioning the tape like a diaper around her.

  “I think you’re going to need some chastity belt training soon.”

  “Oh…” she dropped her head. “Ohh…”

  With her groan, Drew smiled rather triumphantly. Perhaps he’d uncovered another option other than tickling to teach her a few lessons.

  “I think we’ll start with a weekend…” he suggested. “Eventually, I’ll have you wear it while you’re at work. I don’t think Jeffrey will notice…”

  Suddenly, she stood straight up, feeling so small in her little rubber boots. “At work?”

  “Your clothes will cover it. We’ll just have to see how training goes,” he said, his attitude non-committal. “For now, I think you need some of your toys to keep you occupied for the rest of our drive.”

  “More toys?” You asked for this, Captain. He’s in a giving mood. Take these trials and embrace them. “For me?”

  “No, for the invisible submissive I’m hiding in the trunk with our luggage,” Drew snapped, as he sifted through his bag once again.

  “She’s gonna suffocate back there, Mr. Mack…”

  “Such a naughty little submissive brat you are!” he groused. “You know, Miss Merryweather, I think your precious little nipples need some attention…”

  “Are you…” Head darting from side to side, her eyes filled with panic. “You’re not…we’re gonna fuck…here?”

  “Oh, for crissakes sake, Maxine!” Drew suddenly broke scene, and she couldn’t wait to call him out. “I play filthy, but I would never fuck you in a dirty bathroom.”

  “Well, Drew…the rat-infested back alley worked…” She leaned in even closer as his hand squeezed her breast. “Maybe we should get moving…”

  “After I attach these to your swollen little nipples.” On his fingers, he wore two bright yellow plastic caps that resembled the safety tip at the bottom of a cane.

  “Suction cups…oh, please, Mr. Mack…” Maxine couldn’t resist a jiggle, but Drew was quick to give her a not so gentle pull. “Oh, that felt good…”

  “See how you feel once I take them off,” he mumbled as he capped her nipples, then pulled her coat around her. “Let’s hope we don’t hit too much traffic near Paris. We’re drifting dangerously close to rush hour…”

  “Stop teasing me…”

  “Move your little ass, Miss Merryweather…”

  With a weak attempt at clicking her heels together, Maxine saluted him. “Yes, Mr. Mack Sir!”

  The rain began to fall again while they were in the bathroom, and a mother with two small children looked ever so suspiciously upon them as they made their hasty exit.

  “Back to the car-car…” Maxine said as he scooted her along, her thighs rubbing together from the taut tape that bound them.

  “Walk!”

  Pouting, huffing and shifting, Maxine had to find some peace to make with her aching crotch and her pinched nipples as Drew continued on. They’d bypassed Paris entirely, which only gave Maxine brief pause before she began thinking about the mini-dam that was about to burst forth between her legs.

  Beneath the posturing and the attitude and the overindulged nature she exhibited that dreary afternoon, Maxine had to admit that she’d never—ever—been so turned on in their entire relationship. Denial stippled with pain brought with it exquisite anticipation. The wait was half the fun of fucking Drew. And the longer he stalled, the more she wanted him.

  Once again, they seemed to be venturing into the countryside, and Maxine tried to focus on the beauty surrounding them. Thick forests lined the sides of the lonely road that seemingly led to nowhere. Her eyes caught glimpses every now and then of the Seine River, winding beneath the hillside and snaking through the valley.

  “No clue, Maxine?” he asked at last.

  “None…Drew?”

  “I can be whoever you need me to be,” he said, maneuvering around the sharp curves in the road.

  “I need my husband…” she finally said. “I need his cock.”

  “Right now?” he asked with the utmost casual air.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You just want me to ream you, don’t you? Fuck you up against the nearest tree?”

  “Anywhere…”

  Now, Maxine was beyond the point of functioning. Nearly maddened by her arousal, she began to blather, pleading with Drew to stop that damn car immediately. There was nothing in her thought process beyond the need to have him. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She needed to take him inside her as much as she needed a nap. The breaking point had been reached. Somehow—some way—Maxine had to fuck her husband soon.

  Drew swiveled the car down the first off-road dirt path he found, driving her into the woods. Once they were hidden from the road, he stopped the car, unbuckled Maxine then stepped out to open the back door.

  “Come on—in the backseat. Right now….”

  She didn’t even try to take off her boots. In fact, she just reached beneath her coat and pulled at that damn bondage tape, unwinding the plastic strips from her body, then left it a heap at the side of the car. With equal angst, she reached between her legs for that damn little vibrator and tossed it back into the car. However, rather than waiting for her next order from Drew, Maxine grabbed him by the forearms and nudged him toward the backseat.

  “This is it, Mack. I’ve waited four fucking hours to come,” she said, pushing him with all of her tiny might. “I played with you this afternoon. Now I want my reward for my good behavior today—here and now—in the backseat...”

  “Maxine, I’d advise you to—”

  “Now, Mack,” she said, hopping into his lap, her delicate hands fighting with his fly, “I am not going to wait any longer.”

  Almost savagely, she grabbed at his cock and dropped right down for a ride. Ripping at the buttons of his shirt, she nearly shredded the fine cotton as her hands tore it apart. Just as fiercely, he tore the suction cups from her nipples, prompting a primal scream of pleasure that he was certain echoed far beyond the forest to the open road.

  Never had she felt so uninhibited and wild—taking complete control of the game and playing every hand in her own favor. He’d punish her for disregarding all the rules, but for the moment, they both clamored and clung to the raw lust that always lingered between them.

  “You said you wanted pain, Miss Merryweather…” he reminded her. “How’s your tits feel now?”

  “I’m coming…” she whispered, spitting out each syllable. In truth, the agony that burned through her breasts diminished against the pleasure she sought. “And I cannot sto
p…”

  “You…you’re in dangerous territory…” Drew sputtered. Fuck, she didn’t even close the damn door. Next, they’d have some French park ranger in their faces, screaming at them in a language that neither one of them could comprehend at the moment, given the circumstances. “You just…”

  Squeezing his hands until they were both white-knuckled, Maxine said, “I Topped…from the bottom, Mr. Mack…”

  “You dirty, conniving…little…slut…”

  Arching her back, she tossed her head from side to side. “Oh, I can’t stop!” she shouted, bouncing so roughly against him that she could swear she could feel his cock in her belly. “So bad…”

  “Yes, you are…you naughty…disobedient…bad, bad girl…”

  She placed her palms flat on the roof of the car to brace herself and took one quick moment to absorb the reality of what they were doing. Off in the distance, she could see a family of deer running through the brush. And now Drew was biting into her nipples and digging his nails into her hips.

  “Fucking and fucking me…oh, Drew…”

  “Rotten little slut…” he berated her. “Such a spoiled…little…fucking…brat. I let you win again, Maxine…I let you fucking win…”

  “You caved—oh, fuck, yeah! Harder!” she babbled. “Caved to your own cock…”

  “You wanted this….” He thrust again, willing himself to hold on for a just a bit longer. “You wanted pain…” With a rough jerk, he pulled her hips closer. “You wanted denial…humiliation…” As he grabbed a fistful of her hair, she combed her fingers through his curls, initiating a game of tug-of-war of sorts. “And you fucking want to be punished…”

  “Everything…I want it all…”

  “So fucking greedy…”

  “Yes, I am…greedy for your cock…and your hands…and your mouth…”

  “You’ll fuck me anywhere…” He shoved against her once more and gave her hair a simultaneous yank. “Won’t you?”

  “Yes, fucking Sir, I will…”

  “Sit…”

  His command was sharp—almost angry—as he pulled her off his cock to sit on his knees. Without warning, he took himself in his hand, and came between their two heated and heaving bodies before Maxine even had a chance to blink.