Keep My Baby Safe

by Bella Grant

  Diana watched his face as if checking for lies. Her eyes were narrowed when she said, “You aren’t going to make fun of me, are you?”

  “No, I promise,” he replied. “Can we please sit back down and talk about it?”

  Diana returned to the table, sitting down and huffing out a breath. “Okay, so I’ve thought about this before but would never do it with anybody.”

  “Did you think about this when we were married?”

  “No. I had zero experience then, and I don’t have a lot more now,” she continued. “But I do like to read erotica, and bondage is in a lot of those novels, you know.”

  Travis’ frown matched hers as he asked, “Are you thinking like Fifty Shades or something?”

  Diana snickered cutely and sipped her wine before continuing. She gestured to his dinner and said, “Eat before it gets cold. And no, I’m not talking about that. It was terrible. I don’t want to be spanked, nor do I want to spank anyone. I just want to experiment with tying each other up.”

  Travis, who had looked down at his plate to piled food on his fork, jerked his head up again. “You want to tie me up? I thought…”

  “You thought you were going to tie me up?” Diana finished, smirking. She paused to eat a bite, and he did the same, his mind whirring as he waited for more of an explanation. After swallowing, she told him, “I’d like to try that, too, but first, I was wondering if you’d let me tie you up.”

  Travis gulped his food to give himself time to think about her proposal. He didn’t suffer from any kind of claustrophobia, but the idea of being bound elicited a thrill of fear. Thrill is the right word, he thought as he sat back and gazed at Diana. Fear was probably the wrong word.

  “I’m a little nervous about the idea of being tied up so that I can’t get loose,” he admitted frankly. “But, I don’t mind discussing this if you’re really into it.”

  “I don’t know if I’m into it,” she confessed, smiling a little shyly. “I trust you, and I hope you trust me. I bought scarves at a sex store the other d—”

  “You went to a sex store?” he interrupted loudly, his eyes wide. He had never been able to get her to walk into one when they’d been together.

  Diana leaned her elbow on the table and placed her chin in her palm. She batted her lashes at him as she said, “Oh, yes. I have a vibrator or two in my bedroom, and what I have on under my clothes will knock your socks off.”

  “Oh really?” She nodded. “Well, let’s see.”

  She sat back and wagged her finger at him, clicking her tongue. “No no no, not until we finish our conversation.”

  Travis chuckled and saluted her with his fork. “And finish eating.”

  “Yes.” She returned to eating, as did he, and the smile on her face was driving him to distraction. “So, I was saying, the scarves I bought are very soft, and the girl at the sex store”—she emphasized those two words— “taught me how to tie knots that will loosen if you move your wrist just right.”

  Travis nodded thoughtfully as he sipped his wine. He’d finished his shrimp and pasta and wanted a little more wine to relax his pulsating nerves. He refilled his glass and Diana’s, smiling when she lifted hers and held it out for a toast.

  “To new adventures?” she asked, lifting her eyebrows at him in question.

  “To new adventures,” he replied. They sipped, set his glass down, and asked, “So if I move a certain way, my hands will be freed?”

  Diana chuckled. “Yes, Travis. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I wouldn’t, and you know I’d freak out if my hands were stuck. If you want to try this, I’ll show you how to wiggle your wrists and let you practice a couple times before the actual fun starts.”

  Travis pursed his lips and nodded. “Okay, I’m in.”

  Diana clapped her hands together excitedly and jumped up. “Come on,” she said, grabbing his hand and hauling him to his feet. “Let’s get started before you chicken out.” She dragged him to her bedroom and pushed him on the bed.

  “I won’t chicken out, and no foreplay? You’re just gonna toss me on the bed, tie me up, and have your way with me?”

  “No, weirdo,” Diana said as she dug in a bag for the scarves.

  “You want to tie me up, and I’m the weirdo,” Travis said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

  “Shut up,” she said as she pulled the bright red scarves out and walked toward him. “Lay flat on your back and put your arms above your head.”

  “How are you going to take my clothes off?” he asked, smirking when she glared at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop being dumb.”

  “Good. Because I’m wet just thinking about what I’m going to do to you,” she informed him as she shoved his chest so he lay down. She straddled his stomach and leaned forward, teasing him with a glimpse of what lay beneath her clothes.

  “Fuck,” he hissed when her breasts teased his face as she tied his wrists to the headboard posts. He nuzzled her, nipping at her through her t-shirt, and she murmured words that caused his dick to harden in seconds. “I’m dying, Diana.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll make you come alive,” she promised. She sat up and rolled her wrists. “See what I’m doing with my wrists. Do that and see if it works.” He rolled his wrists but was still trapped. “No, no, like this.” She demonstrated the wrist move again, and when he tried, he was free. She clapped. “Perfect!”

  She hopped off him and helped him sit up. With a quick flick of her wrist, she pulled the band holding his hair back out. She ran her hands through his hair, and he closed his eyes as her fingers massaged his scalp. “I always loved it when you played with my hair.”

  “There’s so much more to play with now,” she whispered, looking into his eyes as she lowered her lips to his. “So sexy.”

  When their lips met, the electricity shooting from her fired his desire, and he breathed her in as his tongue danced with hers. He lifted his hands and matched her movements, clasping her to him with her hair playing in his hands.

  “I’m so glad you’re in my life again,” she whispered against his lips.

  “You have no idea,” he replied.

  She rose and pulled him to his feet. She pulled his shirt off and ran her hands over his chest, scratching him lightly with her short nails. Goose bumps popped out on his skin when her hands traveled to his pants and unbuttoned them. He reached for her shirt, but she shook her head and pushed his pants over his ass.

  “Get out of those clothes,” she ordered as she stepped back, smiling as he followed her directions. Once he was completed disrobed, she whispered huskily, “Now, lay on the bed with your hands above your head.”

  Travis followed her instructions. She straddled him again as she secured his wrists to the headboard, making sure her erect nipples brushed his face as she moved. Once he was bound, she stood next to the bed, a seductive, secretive smile on her face.

  “What are you doing?” he asked as she moved away, leaving him alone and naked on the bed. A shiver of what he hoped was anticipation but might have been fear shot through him.

  “Turning on a little music. You’re in for a show, hot stuff,” she told him, smiling over her shoulder as she turned on her Bluetooth speaker and found a playlist on her phone.

  Slow, sexy R&B began to play, a song Travis didn’t know. When she faced him again, her eyes were smoky with lust, and her movements were seductive and graceful as her body glided to the music. She grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly, revealing an inch of skin at a time until she was shirtless. The corset underneath was navy blue lined with silver and black and so tight her breasts looked larger than they were.

  Travis’ cock, which had remained semi-hard through the tying up, was hard as steel and pointing up. His entire body reacted to the sight of her stripping.

  Her hand moved to her jeans and undid the button, and she eased the zipper down agonizingly slowly so the sound of the metal grinding apart resonated in his brain. Travis clenched his teeth, terrified when she turned arou
nd and pushed the jeans over her ass that he’d come all over his own stomach. He closed his eyes briefly to cool down, then opened them to the glorious image of her bare ass, the thong so tiny he could barely see it.

  Diana kicked the jeans off and faced him again, the corset more revealing than modest, and she sashayed towards him. She began at the bottom of the bed, one hand on his foot, and she slid that hand up his leg at the pace of a snail, letting her fingers linger when he groaned or clenched his muscles. When she reached his thigh, she grazed his cock but didn’t stop. Her hand trailed up to his face, which she cupped in her hand. She bent at the waist and kissed him, her tongue working some sort of magic spell over him.

  Travis was mesmerized and couldn’t close his eyes. He had to watch what she was going to do to him next. Smiling when she straightened, she hooked her fingers in the thong and slid it down her legs. She held it hooked on one of her fingers, and she smiled wickedly as she used it to tickle his belly and thighs. Far from giggling, he moaned at the sensation, completely under her power.

  He jerked when the fabric caressed his cock, and he automatically tried to reach for her. When she saw him twisting his wrists, she frowned at him and stepped away. She shook her head at him and waited. He stared at her for a moment, closed his eyes again, and breathed deeply, and when he opened them again, he was prepared for whatever she wanted to do to him.

  Diana was dripping, she was so aroused, but she wanted to entice Travis to the point of coming before she satisfied her own needs. Because of the exquisite torture she inflicted on him, she had decided that if he finished quickly, she would make him rally so she could have her fun as well.

  Her eyes on his, she tossed the thong over her shoulder and began untying the laces of the corset she wore, another slow torture as her breasts peeked and were revealed. Travis’ eyes were narrowed with lust, his breathing shallow as he watched her. When completely naked, she slid up his body, beginning with his legs, letting her distended nipples caress his flesh. She lay flat on him and kissed him as he tried to maneuver her into a fucking position. She lifted her head, ending their kiss, and shook her head at him.

  Her lips kissed a trail down his chest, pausing at each of his nipples to nibble until they were hardened before she continued lower. Her tongue pierced his belly button, and he squirmed, making a sound she’d never heard him make before. She glanced up at him, but he was looking up, his face scrunched as he fought the pleasure she forced on him.

  Smiling to herself, she continued down until the tip of his cock was near her lips. She flicked her tongue out, licking the excessive amount of pre-cum off, making a yummy sound so that his head jerked up so he could see her. Maintaining eye contact, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard, almost hard enough to cause pain. Enthralled by him, she watched, his cock still her in mouth, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, which fell back on the pillow.

  She pulled on his taut balls gently as she sucked his cock, letting it slip into the back of her mouth as far as she could without gagging. His moans of pleasure drove her lust to new heights, and her fear of being tied up vanished as she imagined the pleasure he would inflict on her body when it was his turn. He would repay her for this session, she was sure of it.

  Diana felt his body clench, and she heard the sound of his orgasm slipping from his mouth. She lifted her head, ending the blow job of his lifetime, and rose to her knees. He looked at her, his face a mask of ecstasy and unfinished business—almost disappointment, but excitement too. He knew what she was about to do to him, and he smiled through his haze of pleasure.

  Diana returned the smile as she lifted her leg and straddled him, his extended cock teasing her pussy as she slid back and forth over him, wanting to feel him against her before she let him inside.

  Travis groaned and spoke the first words in several minutes. “Diana, please.”

  His plea touched her, and she lifted her hips and slid down his length slowly until every inch of his glorious cock was inside her. When she rested on his body with his cock inside, she began to gyrate her hips rather than bounce up and down. The head of his cock hit her G-spot perfectly in this position, and she wanted her pleasure before she allowed him to have his.

  Travis knew her well, and he started lifting his hips at the precise moment she needed him to. She opened her eyes and looked down at him as she rode him, thanking him silently for his movements when her orgasm began to rip through her body. She threw her head back and screamed as she squirted, her juices streaming out of her as pleasure flowed into her.

  After it subsided somewhat, she leaned forward and whispered, “Are you ready?”

  “No. Untie me. I want to touch you,” Travis said, pulling at his wrists.

  Diana smirked. In his passion-filled ecstasy, he must have forgotten the trick to untie his own wrists. She shook her head, leaned over, and nipped his bottom lip. “No, no. I like this. I like being in control.”

  Travis growled. “Then fuck me, Diana!”

  Chuckling at his order, she began to move slowly again, but as her pleasure spiked suddenly again, her movements became frantic. She fucked him hard, holding onto the headboard for balance as she bounced up and down on him, screaming again when her climax reached its peak. And though she normally slowed and stopped to feel her orgasm, she continued to ride him, increasing the pleasure of her own ending as he cried out his need to come.

  “I’m going to come! You’re gonna make me come!” Travis yelled before his words became a jumbled mess of words that made little sense.

  She felt his spray of cum inside her, so hard did he finish, and she rode him until her thighs screamed. When nothing was left in either of them, she fell to his side, panting in unison with the love of her life, and the words she’d been hiding slipped out without a regret.

  “I love you.”

  Travis looked at her, and with ease, he released his wrists, making her think he’d known earlier as well but had enjoyed the sensations. She smiled at him as he smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her sweaty body.

  “I love you, Diana. You have no idea how much,” he confided, kissing her forehead, nose, and lips softly.

  “I’m so glad we found each other again. My life wasn’t complete without you in it. I just didn’t know you were the thing I was missing,” she told him, staring into his eyes. “Stay here tonight?”

  “Yes. And hopefully for many nights to come.”

  Diana listened as his breathing became regular within a few minutes, and she smiled. He’d always fallen asleep after sex if he could. It drained him. She felt a renewed energy, and though she used to sneak out of bed since sleep had always eluded her, she was worn out this night. Snuggling close, she let her eyes close and fell asleep.

  Chapter 14

  The next morning, Diana awoke in Travis’ arms, sweaty but happy. She lifted his arm off her and scooted out of the bed. She needed a shower and some food. They had barely finished their dinner, which had been somewhat light, and they’d burned a million calories while having sex. Having sex, she scoffed internally as she reached into the shower to turn on the hot water. What they had done the night before was fuck, not have sex, and she couldn’t wait to do it again.

  After watching Travis’ erotic pleasure, multiplied because he’d been tied up, she couldn’t wait to let him do the same to her. Maybe tonight, she thought with a grin as she stepped into the shower and let the hot water douse away the sweat. As she wet her hair, the curtain pulled back and Travis was smirking at her.

  “Why are you showering without me?” he asked as he stepped in, moving her gently to the other side of the tub so he could step under the spray.

  “Because I don’t like to get cold,” she responded, playfully slapping his ass. “And because I know what will happen.”

  He eyed her as the water sloshed down his back. “You have no self-control?”

  Diana snorted as she grabbed his cock in her hand. “Not when this cock is bare and
giving me the eye.” She moved her hand up and down his length, relishing the feeling of it hardening in her hand. “Where’s your self-control?” she dared.

  “You’re washing it away as we speak,” he grunted as he grabbed her and spun her around so she faced the wall. He put her hands against the wall at the height of her head and leaned closer so his mouth was near her ear. “It’s my turn to have the control. Don’t move your hands from that wall. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered as his hands began a path of pleasure on her body.

  Travis grabbed her loofa and covered it in her body wash before washing her body. He cleaned her back and ass, dwelling on the swell of her butt and kissing each cheek after washing the soap away with the detachable showerhead. He stood again and cleaned her front, his back pressed against her so she could feel his hard cock trying to part her ass cheeks to sneak inside, another sexual adventure she planned to broach with him soon.

  He dropped the loofa after washing her breasts and belly, letting his soapy hands slip between her legs to clean her pussy. He tugged on her clit with one hand while inserting the fingers of his other hand inside her. Her hands slipped as she pushed against his hands, and he froze.

  “Diana. You have to follow the rules.”

  He waited until her hands were securely against the wall again before continuing his pleasurable ministrations. Her body was alive with sensations as the water poured over them from above. He kissed her neck and shoulders, licking the water droplets off her sensitive skin as he tugged on her clit and fingerfucked her pussy. And just as she was ready to come, as the clenching of her pussy began, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock.

  Diana jerked, shocked at the fullness after only his fingers had been inside her, and her pussy clenched so hard on him he grunted in satisfaction. She wanted to lower her hands, but she needed the balance they provided and was afraid he’d stop if she lowered them. Her cries echoed in the tiny bathroom as her climax exploded, and he followed quickly, grunting and thrusting hard into her as he did so.