by Riley Murphy
“I’m glad that you weren’t. Now,” he stopped with the circles and undid the clamps. “You’ll be nice and tingly here once the blood returns.” He got up and put them on the table then dug through the drawer for some lube and the string of anal beads he’d seen earlier. He went with the shortest length. Seven beads in all and left them next to the clamps while he readjusted her.
After watching her for months, reading her profile tonight and finding her body purposely decorated this way, he was able to fill in a number of blanks. More than likely someone had forced her and this was something she couldn’t get over. That would explain the body art, but not the mega-bitch-to-men attitude. In his experience, that kind of generalized fury only came when a woman was betrayed. Had she trusted the guy who did this to her, or had she trusted someone else who let her down? Both equally devastating in his mind and a truth too deep to explore with her tonight. He’d leave that in the hands of her future Dom because that guy had his work cut out for him dealing with her. Tonight Ted’s only focus was going to be on the act itself. He’d give her pleasure to replace the pain and hopefully, that would be enough to sand down some of her rough edges so she could find a Dom to give her some peace.
“I’m going to reposition each rope to shift you.” While he moved her, so she was on her side with her hands together across her body, he continued to calmly speak, “Don’t worry, you’ll leave this room as physically intact as you came into it. Normally I’d give you a safe word or a signal to make so you could tell me if things for you were getting too intense, but the kind of intensity I plan on delivering is something you’ll have to bear. You’re going to have to trust me. Believe me when I say that I will not physically hurt you, I promise.” He didn’t add that the territory he was out to claim tonight was emotional and sometimes that wound up being more painful than a bona fide flogging.
He finished tying her legs in a scissor spread now that she was on her side and said, “I’m going to be slow. Slow and patient. I promise I won’t do anything to you until I know you’re ready for it and nothing I do to you will interfere with the gift that’s yours to give when you’re ready, I swear.”
He waited for her to nod before he picked up the lube.
The mattress dipped as he stretched out behind her and every muscle in her body tensed. There was a tiny gap in the blindfold and all she could see was the sheet and a corner of the duvet.
A rustle and more movement. Then she felt his breath against her back.
She balled her hands into tight fists and pulled, trying to bring them down, but it was no use. The silken cord only tightened around her arms.
“Careful.”
That word blew across her cheek when he reached over to slip a finger through the rope loop and ease the pressure at her wrists. Mint settled around her. Mint mixed with subtle spice. Nice.
“You need to relax.”
But how could she do that when she knew what he was going to do now that they were down to brass tacks here. He’d read her profile sheet, he was totally up to speed with what she wanted. What she was looking for from this exchange. And now that it was him Topping her…?
God, why did she write that?
Her eyes slammed shut behind the blindfold and she stiffened. This was a huge mistake. She’d picked Edward to do this for her. Nice guy, Ed, who had a crooked smile and barely any stubble on his jaw and cheeks. She’d chosen him because he didn’t look as though he could hurt a fly. Not like Ted. The aloof and brooding Dom who had subs shadowing his every move. Oh she’d heard the whispers about him. How he kept to himself and only worked with subs already attached. They called him the disciplinarian. The Dom other Doms sent their hard-to-train and bratty subs for lessons.
And despite knowing all this you still want him. Admit it.
She sucked in a deep breath as every muscle in her body flexed. Any moment he was going to be all over her. She anticipated the sharp stabs of pain and the heavy, unwanted pressure that would make it hard to breathe. All this quickly followed by the embarrassment of being personally invaded.
“Easy.”
His firm order got her refocused. This was what she needed. Face her fear. Gain back the power. Reclaim that part of her that Anjay had taken away. She could handle this. She would handle this.
“You have beautiful skin, princess. Soft like silk and smooth like satin.”
She shivered not with his words, but his actions as he drew tiny circles over her shoulders and walked his fingers beneath her hair to gently rub her nape. It felt good. Good? Why didn’t he just get it over with? She didn’t need soft, she needed hard.
She groaned beneath the tie when his hot mouth touched against her shoulder blade. She’d been expecting the worst and here he was giving her a taste of heaven. He was right. This was hell.
“So sweet. So delicious.”
He licked a singeing path from her shoulder to her neck and when he forced her head to tilt and opened his mouth over the sensitive spot beneath her ear to suck, she stiffened. This wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. She was supposed to feel something, but pleasure wasn’t what she had in mind. Pain was what she’d asked for.
“Stop analyzing,” he whispered in her ear. “Tonight you do what I want. You get what I want to give you. Your needs are mine to control, do you understand?”
The concept was basic. Primal. And something that she could make a connection with.
His big palm splayed over her naked belly and he pulled her back, as much as the ropes would allow, until her bottom was cradled within the curve of his lap. The heat and hardness brought home just how well he was in a position to control, whether she wanted it or not. But she wanted it. Secretly, she wanted it bad. Pain, pleasure, heaven or hell, his kind of confidence commanded respect so she nodded.
“Very good.” His hand slipped down between her legs and he cupped her there, applying a nerve-racking pressure as he spoke, “A good sub finds ways to please her Dom. She anticipates his pleasure and works to heighten it.” He pressed his palm against her and she quivered. “A good sub knows that her willingness should come from the need to please and not be inspired out of fear of punishment.”
The muscles low in her belly fluttered and jumped as an aching began to take root. No matter how hard she wanted to ignore his touch and concentrate on the bad images emblazed in her mind he wouldn’t let her escape. He adjusted and increased the pressure of his hand as he curled down over her. “A smart sub knows the power of kneeling at her Dom’s feet. She knows it’s better to be interested than interesting. That nothing is taboo because the lessons and guidance he offers are there for her to learn. To grow and heal. His judgment she trusts above all others because no one knows her better than her Dom.”
His finger skated up and down her slit, slipping between the folds and finding that bundle of nerves to circle. Over and over he looped until she quaked and moaned. Her whole body tingled and then ignited into a series of sizzles when he slid a finger slowly into her.
“Is that what you want? Do you want a man who knows you better than you know yourself? A Dom to protect and guide you through thick and thin? A Master who you can trust not to hurt or betray you?”
She barely heard his words. She was too entrenched in feeling. Experiencing the awakening of chills and thrills deep inside her. A rebirth of wondrous sensations that had been dormant for so very long. Too long. She wasn’t going to cry. Not now. Not when—but then the inevitable prickle stung behind her closed lids and her nose burned and dammit-it-all-to-motherfucking hell, hot salty tears skidded through the blindfold gap, down one side of her cheek.
The mattress dipped deeper as he bent and kissed them away. “There’s no shame in crying, princess. Tears cleanse the soul.”
That made her sob harder for some reason. She doubted it was his words, more his tone that got to her as there wasn’t a drop of pity buried in that soft and husky timbre. If there had been she could have hated him. She could have lashed out
at him, but he’d done nothing more than state facts the way he saw them.
“Let’s exorcise at least one of the demons that haunt you. Maybe we’ll lighten the burden you carry on these shoulders of yours.”
As he spoke he trailed hot kisses along her collarbone to her neck and gave her one last intimate stoke before he moved away from her. Instantly a swish of cool air raked her bottom, jarring her, but not jarring her as much as what came next.
She heard the snap of the container open and smelled a hint of strawberries before he used the side of his hand, totally slathered with cream to part her bottom. There was no hurry in the way he did this, no rush as he sawed the side of his hand against her inner crease. Up and down he worked until the generously applied lotion made noise as it sucked against her flesh in the most intimate way imaginable.
“I’m sorry pain was your first introduction to this part of your body. There’s great pleasure to be had here if one is patient and careful.” He breathed this next against her ear, “I intend to be very careful. Very patient with you. Are you ready? Deep breath…”
Chapter Three
Ted pushed the smallest bead into her and when she groaned his dick throbbed. “Easy,” he said and slowly inserted another slightly bigger sphere inside her. Steeling himself when she shivered. “We’re going to take this nice and slow.”
He kissed the tip of her shoulder and allowed her moan to vibrate through him as he added another bead and then another.
“Shhh… Each pearl is bigger than the last, so you have to relax and—”
Her sexy sigh nearly undid him. This combined with her erotic little hip flex got his blood pumping.
“Keep breathing. Slow and steady. There’s only two more.” He nuzzled her neck. “One more. Just one…” Blowing a deep breath across her temple, he sighed. “There.”
He gave her a moment to adjust to the pressure while he checked her hands and feet. Satisfied that the rope wasn’t too tight on any of her limbs, he lay back down.
“Open your fists. I want every part of you relaxed while I play with you.”
He came up on elbow behind her and waited for her to do as he said. Although her arms lost most of their tension her hands were still tightly clenched.
“Don’t be stubborn.” He gave her a sweeping brush over her rib cage, down the dip of her waist and up the rise of one hip with his fingers, saying, “Come on,now, be a good girl. Please me.”
She hesitated and he reversed his sweep, repeating, “Please me.”
The slow unfurling of her fingers worked him like a direct stroke to his libido. Just the thought that she’d done this small thing for him made his pulse hammer and the blood thicken in a nice hard beat against his cock head.
Trouble. Forget the capital T. She spelled that word out in life-sized letters.
“Very good.” He twined his hand in her hair and tugged, exposing the full column of her throat before he came down to lick then bite until she trembled. “I want you to trust me, princess. Just for tonight. I’m going to be your everything.” He pulled the tie from her mouth and whispered against her cheek, “Say thank you.”
He held his breath. Waiting. Wanting to hear her say the words.
“Thank you.”
“I want you to trust me. Say yes.”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
That was all he needed. He let go of her hair and shifted down beside her. Taking his time, he rubbed and petted every inch of her, leaving the best parts for last. “This is hot. Is it throbbing?” He pinched then pulled on her right nipple.
“Yes.”
He loved the way she bit her lower lip when she tilted her head back to answer him.
“What about this one? Does it ache?” He moved to roll her left nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
“Can I take off the blindfold?”
Ignoring her question, because she hadn’t answered him, he rolled her flesh more firmly and insisted, “Does it ache?”
“Yes, damn you, it does. I want to take off the fucking blindfold.”
He rested his forehead against her temple and took a deep breath. Exhaling it slow, he said, “No swearing, no demands and no questions. Only PG-rated answers from you, otherwise I’ll be forced to use the tie again.”
“Fu—”
He put a hand over her mouth to silence her and chuckled when she tried to bite him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
She screamed beneath his hand and tried again to get a piece of him, which only made him tighten his hold. She had good instincts, he’d give her that. The second she sensed an opportunity to throw him on the defensive she took it. God she’d be fun to challenge.
“I’m going to let go now and I want you to be quiet.”
“Fuc—”
His hand cut her off and he counted to ten. “Here comes another chance, princess.” He let go and sure enough…
“F—”
He tightened his grip and counted to twenty this time. “We have all night. I’m in no hurry. You?”
“Fu—”
This time he counted to forty. “Another chance.”
“You f—”
His count this time was eighty. Followed by one hundred and sixty and finally when he’d counted off three hundred and twenty he knew he’d won. The belligerent tilt of her chin considerably eased.
“Now I’m going to let go and I want silence from you.” Her warm breath shot across the top of his hand as she considered those words. Her frown was deep when she finally nodded.
“Let’s try this again.”
He plucked her right nipple until it was hard and standing to attention, then he pinched and pulled on it, only this time harder. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, but wisely she didn’t speak.
“This is hot. Is it throbbing?”
She nodded.
“I’d hear your answer.”
“Yes.”
“Very good. What about this one.” He took hold of her left nipple and purposely rolled it harder than before. “Does it ache?”
“Y-yes it does.”
“Beautiful. I want all of you aching for me.”
He shifted to spoon with her and slid a hand between her legs. He was careful to stay away from her clit as he didn’t want to push her to orgasm too soon. He knew with the pressure of those beads she’d be on edge and he wanted to keep her there so she understood he was in control.
If she were truly his sub he’d have already trained her to deny herself pleasure until he commanded her to come. She’d be so invested in his needs that she’d forget about her own until he made her remember them.
Just the thought of making a woman like her get herself off at his command had him breathing hard. Those images, combined with the slick honey that trickled out of her and glossed his fingers, made him hungry for another taste, but he wasn’t going to do that at the moment.
“Damn, your slick little pussy is tempting.” He dipped his fingers in and scooped. The glistening sheen against his skin caused him to involuntarily swallow before he brought those drenched digits to her mouth and whispered, “Open up. Suck them clean, that’s right. You taste good, don’t you?”
She moaned and sucked and moaned some more.
“All right, that’s enough. Let me take you to heaven. Are you ready?”
Jo was lost. She’d tried every way she could think of to push him to anger and all he’d done was give her pleasure. Even when he played with her nipples hard, the thrilling spikes of pain ended with rolls of wavy exhilaration and now he had a good hold of her clit, massaging it, as adrenaline sped and a flush built from her toes to her center. Stretching out and upward to her neck and cheeks. Blood pounding in her ears as her heart raced and she panted to ward off the inevitable fall.
“Don’t back off.” He slid a finger into her and stroked. “I want you to come all over my hand. I want your inner muscles to squeeze me good and tight when you do.”
She was crying, no, sighing and
the air got thin. She needed more of it. Her heart hammered against her rib cage. The center of her ached and… “Oh God.”
“Give up, princess. Let it happen. Here.”
“Ahh.” This was torn out of her because he slipped a second finger into her and suddenly she couldn’t stop the forward motion. Her body did as it wanted to do and she let go. With the first wave of an orgasm upon her, he kept a steady rhythm. In and out he pumped with one hand while he used his other to slowly, expertly, pull the beads out of her. One by one he tugged, hitting the exact peak of every tremor until she cried. Moaned. Died.
“I can’t…”
He kept it up, prolonging the heavy waves as he dislodged the strand of pearls completely. Even then he didn’t stop. Instead he worked his fingers, curling them over a spot inside her, rubbing and pressing until the adrenaline surged again and every molecule in her body lifted, becoming weightless, until…until…
Exhilaration rocketed to life inside her. Zinging through her at a dizzy pace. Higher and higher the heady tension coiled tight. Hard. Squeezing before it blissfully snapped. She gasped as bright specks of pin-dotted lights shot behind her closed lids. Lost in that erotic galaxy, she continued panting while she rode the ebbing tide. Her body floated, vibrating and humming with life like a freshly struck tuning fork against her sensitive flesh.
She didn’t realize he’d undone the ropes until many moments later when she licked her lips and moved to rake her hands through her hair. Her fingers got caught up on the blindfold and she went still. Worried because he hadn’t said she could take it off.
Worried?
“Here.”
She rapidly blinked when he removed it. Thinking the action was caused by the newly introduced light, but when he gently smiled at her and pulled her down so she was lying flat on her back beneath him, she knew the truth. She was going to cry again. She never cried. Never.
“Aww, are you okay, princess?”
She wanted to answer him. She really did. He was so handsome. His silky bangs hung forward and framed one side of his face shading his eyes, but there was no mistaking his expression. He understood. Somehow this brute of a man who could crush her in two without even trying understood how hard this had been for her and he was prepared to offer her comfort.