Bondage Wedding (Desired Discipline)

by Carson, Tori

  Once he was sure he had everyone’s attention, he called James and Amanda up to the ‘stage’. “Your friends and family at DiscipliNation wanted to give you a very special gift. The two of you are highly thought of and we went to some pretty devious means to find just the perfect gift.”

  André was holding what looked like a photo frame. If they were giving them a picture of one of their scenes, Amanda would die from embarrassment. “Just how devious, André?” she had to ask.

  He chuckled. “Remember when you were first hired and I had you sign a waiver letting you know that your business email account should never be used for personal emails and that everything done on a DiscipliNation computer was tracked? Well, I meant it. Now open the gift. You have a whole audience here, dying to see your reactions.”

  James and Amanda each held the gift in their free hand while they ripped the paper together with their cuffed hands. It was indeed a photo frame, but inside it was a document. It read Deed of Trust and listed an address of a home they’d tried to put a bid in for, but by the time they’d submitted their bid, it had been sold. It was going to be the first home they purchased together to restore and flip.

  “I don’t understand, André, what is this?” James asked, just as bewildered as she was.

  “I went through Amanda’s email and got the address of that house you two were bidding on. Everyone at the club had pitched in and the sum was more than enough to purchase the property. You’ll find a check for what was left over behind the deed. And I saw the house, you’re gonna need it. But I digress. I beat you to the realtor and we bought it for you. Congratulations!”

  Tears of joy were running down her cheeks. She’d never imagined anything like this. She was pretty sure she saw tears glistening in James’ eyes as well. This was too much. How could they ever thank everyone?

  They hugged André, and Amanda whispered, “Thank you. You really shouldn’t have.”

  “For the first time in your life, don’t argue with me. Just take it and be happy.” André sounded gruff, but she suspected he was just as emotional as they were. She’d learned that Doms had a soft spot about a mile wide for those they loved.

  “Thank you. I’m very happy.”

  James gave a wonderful thank you speech to their friends and family. How he knew the perfect things to say she’d never figure out, but she was grateful he did. After another round of hugs, they escaped to the elevator.

  “You look so beautiful, Amanda. That dress suits you, elegant but sexy. I’m a very lucky man to have you as my wife and submissive.” James leaned down and kissed her.

  Amanda felt the wetness pooling. It seemed anytime James touched her she was aroused.

  Once the elevator doors opened, they broke the kiss and walked in comfortable silence to their suite. James swiped the card and put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ placard on the door before locking it. He pulled the handcuff key from his pocket and released the clasp. They both rubbed their wrists. They’d gotten the hang of being chained together, but it was good to be free again.

  Amanda walked farther into the suite and looked around. It was hands down the nicest hotel room she’d ever stayed in.

  “Come here, wife. I want to see if you obeyed me.” He sounded so stern and she loved it.

  She kicked off her shoes then turned her back toward him. He put his arm around her chest just above her bodice as he lowered the zipper of her dress. His hand caressed her back and shoulders. She melted into him and spent a few moments reveling in his touch.

  Amanda kept her hands at her waistline so the dress wouldn’t fall on the floor. Of course she’d bought it on sale, but it was still an outrageous amount to spend on a dress she’d only wear for a few hours. It made much more sense to rent one like men rented their tuxedos. She was still embarrassed that she’d let feminine emotion sway her into spending so much. Very carefully, she stepped out of the dress and laid it over the chair.

  “Enough beating yourself up for the dress. You need to learn money is a means to an end, we aren’t going to be frivolous, but we aren’t going to pinch a penny till it screams either.”

  “I know. Growing up, my mom never had money for food or shelter let alone comfort items. More times than I can count we had to crash on a friend’s floor. I never wanted to be dependent on anyone for anything. It is a hard habit to break,” Amanda admitted.

  “Being frugal is a great, but I want you to have nice things. We’ll be careful and keep a savings safety net,” James assured her.

  “We’ve discussed a budget, I’m on board with it.” She walked back to him and lifted her arms. Feeling naughty, she rubbed her chest across his hoping he would remove her slip.

  “I want to feel us skin to skin.” James lifted her slip over her head. “Ahh, baby, you did obey me.” He placed her hand on his large and ready cock. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

  “Get undressed, please, James.” Her heart was pounding. She was so excited, the anticipation was killing her.

  “The ink isn’t even dry on our marriage license and you’re already telling me what to do, woman?” James’ voice was laced with amusement as he pulled off his jacket and threw it over her dress. Next, he added his tie and cummerbund.

  “Could be.” She wetted her lips as she geared up to tell him what she wanted to try.

  James was watching her intently as he unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the growing pile. “What is it, Amanda, why are you so nervous?”

  “You know me so well.” Thinking some action might help calm her nerves she went to him and removed his belt. “I want to suggest something tonight.”

  He put his arms around her and ran his hands through her hair making her glad she’d left her hair down.

  “I’m always willing to hear suggestions, sweet subbie. What would you like on this special night?” His calm, loving manner helped ease her fears.

  Amanda felt a blush cover her face. “I want you to spank me,” she whispered. James raised his eyebrows and she suspected he was fighting not to smile.

  “Why?”

  Why? She hadn’t expected that reaction. Suddenly embarrassed and unsure how to respond, she tried to pull out of his arms.

  James tightened his hold, locking her to him. “I just want to understand what’s prompting your decision. I’d be happy to spank you, sweetheart, but I don’t want you to feel like this is something we have to do. I want to know where your head is.”

  That was exactly why she loved James so. Even at the expense of his own wants and desires, he was trying to protect her from herself. “I know, James. I haven’t felt pressured at all, but you planted a seed and my mind keeps going back to it. Now my curiosity has grown to the point that I want to try it. Sometimes at work, I’ve watched the great hall monitor. The expressions on the subs’ faces were intriguing—a combination of serenity and rapture. I…just want to know what it’s all about.”

  “Thank you, Amanda, for telling me. I don’t want you to stress about it. An erotic spanking works best as part of a whole scene. I’m not going to pull you over my knee and beat your ass. I know it’s on the table and when I feel it’s appropriate, we’ll try it. Okay?”

  She exhaled in relief. He had listened and respected her thoughts on the matter. “I love you, James.”

  “I love you too, Amanda.” James picked her up in a fireman’s carry and took her into the bedroom.

  Amanda giggled. “You’re such a caveman, James.”

  “Yep, and you love it.”

  “Yes, I do, Master,” she said in a saucy tone as he laid her down on the bed.

  While James removed the rest of his clothing, Amanda scooted toward the headboard.

  “I had a few ideas of my own this evening.” James went to the closet and pulled out his gym bag he’d stored earlier in the day. “I‘m going to blindfold and tie you, before we experiment with sensory textures.”

  “Oooh, that sounds like fun.”

  “You may need your safeword for this. Repeat
it for me.”

  “Queen of Hearts,” she responded automatically. He now asked her every time they scened.

  He shook his head. “D/s isn’t the rabbit hole, sweetheart.”

  “If you say so, Master.”

  “You’re such a brat. Scoot over to the edge of the bed and hold out your arms.”

  “Yes, Master. Anything you say, Sir.” She couldn’t stop smiling. She’d never been happier.

  “I’m tempted to put a ball gag in that sweet mouth of yours, but I want to hear you beg for more tonight. First thing we’re going to do is narrow your focus.” He pulled out a black sleeping mask and slid it over her head. He adjusted it to fully cover her eyes and to lay flat along her hair. “How’s that?”

  “That’s fine. Thank you.”

  “Good girl. Now I’m going to restrain your arms. I’m going to use a double column tie. I have two different types of rope. It will be fun to see if you can feel the difference.”

  She felt the ropes wrap from just below her elbows to her wrists. He worked so quickly, it amazed her. She absolutely loved the feel of the rope encircling her. Her mind told her it should be scary to be tied up, unable to get free, but it wasn’t. Not at all. She felt safe and secure like a constant hug wherever the ropes touched her. Her breathing slowed and she began to zone out. Her only focus was on the growing pressure from the rope and the sound of James’ voice.

  “How does that feel?” James asked as he ensured the rope wasn’t too tight.

  “Good.”

  James cupped her cheek. “Your whole demeanor changes when I tie you up.”

  “I love it,” she purred. “The rope vibrates as you slide it along my body. It’s relaxing and arousing at the same time.”

  “Your trust is a beautiful thing.” With his left hand he guided her torso to lie flat on the bed. “Now scoot into the middle.”

  She immediately complied.

  “Good. Turn over onto your elbows and knees.”

  Her breathing started speeding up. This was a spankable position. She wondered what he had planned, as she quickly followed his directions. The bed in front of her dipped and she felt a tug on the ropes as he secured them to the head of the bed.

  “Stay up on your elbows. I want access to these gorgeous tits.” He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

  She moaned and he alternated between soft caresses and rough pinching and pulling. When he pulled away, she gave a frustrated cry. He moved one hand down her belly to her pussy while the other moved up her back. She tipped her head back and moaned it felt so good.

  “You’re so responsive, Amanda. I can’t get enough of you. You realize that don’t you?”

  “I love your touch, James. I need it.”

  James grabbed a handful of her ass and kneaded it roughly. “Who owns this body, subbie?”

  “You do, Master. I’m all yours.” The rougher he got the more she liked it.

  His left hand continued to rub her back as his right explored her pussy. Each stroke along her clit brought her that much closer.

  “That’s right, you belong to me now. To do with as I please…” His right hand disappeared for a moment then came down sharply on her right ass cheek.

  The air left her body in a rush. It hurt and stung as the shock of the strike reverberated through her. Heat replaced the pain and wrapped her in a pleasure she’d only heard about until now. “More,” she whispered as she dropped her head onto her wrists.

  Instead of swatting her again, his fingers plunged into her pussy over and over. She was breathing in pants, so close to orgasm she wanted to cry when he pulled out of her. “No, I need to come, Master. Please,” she whimpered.

  Another hard smack came down on her ass, this time her left cheek. “Your ass looks good pink, subbie.”

  It felt good too. The burn spread to her clit and it began to throb. “Please touch me, Master.” Spank, tease, fuck, she didn’t care. She just needed his touch. Amanda ached for him and him alone.

  He kept one hand on her back as he reached for something. “I’m not done with you yet, subbie.”

  James had a bundle of something in his hand as he rubbed her thighs and ass cheeks. He swirled the soft, but firm material along her skin. She tipped her head and arched her back, moaning at the sensations. He deposited the weight on her back then rubbed and caressed her butt with his strong hands.

  “My marks are fading. We can’t have that.” He gave her two smacks in quick succession. “Good girl, you please your Master. I bought you a special gift for our playtime. I know how much you love to be bound, so I sent away for silk rope.”

  James always kept some part of his body touching her at all times. It gave her that tangible lifeline. It was a small thing, but it mattered so much to her. She knew he was there with her, guiding her down the rabbit’s hole and safely back out again. James didn’t care for her analogy, but he wasn’t a sub—a sub who’d grown up with the wrong impression of what D/s was all about. Sometimes the concept seemed too foreign to comprehend then they scened and every care in the world dropped away. She felt free and incredibly loved and nothing else mattered.

  His hands moved confidently along the curvature of her breasts, one wrap then two. “It’s so smooth and cool feeling.” Such a direct contrast to the heat of his hands and the slow burn still lingering on her ass cheeks. It was the yin and yang of D/s that she liked the best. One minute he was rough, his touch sometimes bordering on painful—and the next he was so tender she almost cried. She craved it all. She liked him rough just as much as she liked him tender. It was a package and she wanted it all.

  Her breathing steadied as he made two passes under her breasts then connected the upper and lower wraps and cinched, squeezing her boobs with a decadent pressure.

  “I’m so glad you like it. We can get more if you enjoy the feel of it.”

  “Yes.” She nodded not sure he heard her breathy reply. “Will you fuck me now, Master?” She’d learned to ask, not demand. The last time she’d topped from the bottom, as he called it, she hadn’t been able to speak in complete sentences. She’d learned the meaning of forced orgasms. For a girl who’d never had one from a man before meeting James, she was certainly acquainted with them now. While it was an experience she didn’t want to repeat any time soon, she couldn’t say it hadn’t been pleasurable.

  “No, sweetheart, not yet.” He moved down and began wrapping the silk rope around her right thigh. His chest brushed over her ass cheeks and back as he tied her leg to her upper arm.

  As her range of motion grew limited, her senses sharpened. Every touch of his hand or rope sent erotic messages to her clit and pussy. Her nipples ached with a need for his touch.

  Her clit was throbbing. It wouldn’t take much more than a brush of his thumb and she would shatter into a million blissful pieces. And he knew it too. With a feather light touch he caressed her inner thighs, but never actually touched her clit. The bastard! He was killing her with pleasure.

  James laid a hand on her shoulder as he scooted off the bed. “You’re so hot, sweetheart. I think you need to cool off a bit.”

  Fiery heat ran along her sides followed by a cold sensation and she realized he was using ice. She couldn’t stay still. She pulled against the bindings and she felt the difference in the ropes. Those wrapped along her arms had a bite to them, the silk ropes did not. She forced her hands to remain unmoving, but squirmed the slightest bit to feel the silk move along her skin.

  James moved his mouth and talented tongue along the same path, lighting a fire where the ice had chilled her. The contrast frazzled her brain—hot and cold, soft and rough, heaven and hell, pain and pleasure.

  The ice disappeared when a new texture was added. It was soft, like fur sliding over her right nipple. She arched her back, pushing deeper into it. The soft caress stilled for just a moment as pain flared along her left nipple. The squeezing, pinching, burning sensation was almost too much. Something was attached to her nipple. She felt the weig
ht and the sway of the object as she moved. Her safeword was on the tip of her tongue. Before she could decide what to do, James slid the fur in a circle around her tortured breast. The pain was gone, lost to pleasure.

  Now his hand was back at her pussy. Two fingers plunged in and out while his thumb teased her clit. Tears wet the sleeping mask. The feelings were so intense Amanda wasn’t sure she could take any more, but she never wanted it to stop. She was begging in earnest now, unsure what she wanted, but confident James knew exactly what she needed.

  “Yes, my beautiful wife.” As he moved into position behind her he gave her one last hard swat along the tender junction between her thigh and ass. The motion caused the clamp on her nipple to sway, splitting her focus.

  His cock, for the first time unsheathed, pushed into her hot, wet pussy. “Oh, God, girl, you feel like heaven. Squeeze your Master.” He set a brutal pace and she met him stroke for stroke.

  Her throat was raw from her screams and begging. She’d never been hotter or needed to come so badly in her life when his right hand descended on her clit. One rub then two and her world exploded around her. Colors swirled inside her closed eyelids. Blood rushed to her tortured nipple as he removed the clamp, flooding her body with another round of pleasure. The sensations were overpowering, they came too fast, too overwhelming. She felt them all, yet none with any degree of clarity as she floated in an erotic haze.

  When the fog began to clear, she could hear James guiding her. His soft, beautiful voice drew her back to earth, but she knew their journey had only just begun.

  Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:

  Desired Discipline: Bondage Seduction

  Tori Carson

  Released 13th June 2014

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Meri looked in the mirror of the ladies locker room at DiscipliNation. Her dress had looked cute on the size two mannequin at the fet store. The black spandex mini-dress with strategically placed slashes had seemed like a good idea. It was daring but allowed all her truly private areas to remain private--and kept her from wearing a bra or panties. Damn it, if she pulled the dress down to keep it from showing the cheeks of her ass, the slits opened up like she’d been in a shredder accident.