by M. P. Lodi
“You mean like we do every night...almost, just without the bow.”
She smiled, taking in his chest and arms. She nodded yes.
“Can you tie my hands together in front, then hold me in a choke hold from behind?” Jen brought her two hands together, holding them wrist to wrist in front of her. Jackson was used to Jen asking him to do all sorts of things that to outsiders might sound strange. She knew, and had told Jackson that she loved that she could ask or say anything without being judged in any way. She didn't want to be choked, Jackson knew as well. She just liked to be controlled by her man, and fight against that control. As far as they were both concerned, anything could be said or asked, and all was possible.
He kissed her again lightly. “Of course I can.” He moved over Jen to her side as he stretched to reach the knot for the rope that he used to tie her left hand to the headboard earlier. His chest hovered over her to her left. She loved to stare at it.
He quickly undid the rope, then sat over her stomach, with most of his weight on his legs to her sides. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, and with his other he halved the rope, then had to let Jen's wrists go to loop the rope the way they learned was the best way to tie someone up. The internet was full of great advice and tips for bondage. By searching ‘bondage 101,’ a person could learn how to do most anything.
Jen willingly kept her hands together in front of her, wrist to wrist. He then put the loop around them and cinched it, then went around and around and around them before then making a cross and looping the rest of the rope the other way in between her wrists, and then knotting it. As he did that, he rubbed against her stomach with his hard-on. Jen licked her lips, and already looked like she was having sex, turning Jackson on more and more as each second passed.
After her wrists were securely tied, he moved to her left side. Jen leaned over to her right and Jackson put his right arm around her neck, securing a choke hold without applying the pressure to actually choke her. It was tight, though, and she could feel it. He made sure of that. His left hand he put behind her neck.
His cock was rock hard, and he rubbed it against her ass.
She said, “Just hold me tightly, and don’t let me go. I want to struggle and fight against you.”
“I want to fuck you hard again, right now.”
“No please, not yet. Let me struggle first. I want to imagine what it’s like to be at the mercy of a sexy attacker holding me prisoner.”
His nose nuzzled by her left ear and in her hair. He kissed her behind her ear, then squeezed a little tighter. His left hand held the back of her neck.
Jackson put both of his legs around hers, pinning them. With her hands tied together in front, she didn't have much wiggle room. He knew the more restrained she was, the happier she would be, and the more aroused she would become when she let loose and fought against his control of her body.
“Your wish is my command, as they say.”
He tightened the hold, making her feel his strength. She moved her tied hands to his right arm, which held firmly with the choke hold. He was far too powerful for her to fight even if she were free, but he knew she just loved to struggle. Her trying to move excited him, he couldn't help but rub against her ass as she tried to use her strength to move his arm away from her neck. She couldn't do a thing, and he loved that she enjoyed every second of her supposed captivity.
It was the sweet feel of submission to the man of her dreams, she had told Jackson on a number of occasions. That was her ultimate need and turn on. She kept struggling, trying to somehow untie her own hands, but couldn't. For Jackson it was an incredible turn on as well, as evidenced by his hard-on rubbing against her ass that needed some attention.
Months earlier she had told Jackson about watching an adult cartoon called Archer on Netflix. One of the characters loved to be choked. Since then, they tried it out, and he helped her understand and feel what that was like. She told him she never wanted to do it again, though. Breath Control games they're called. It scared her to play like that and he did it because she asked. It did make her tingle all over, and that was without an orgasm. It was a strange sensation, she said, but dangerous to keep at it. She contented herself to loving the fact that her man would do and try anything she asked. Except with other people. He was a romantic at heart and told her she was more than enough for him. That was music to her ears.
She struggled against his hold. He tightened the grip further, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. She fought hard to escape, knowing she couldn't get away. Her struggles excited him more and more. The harder she fought the more he tightened his hold. For him, there was something about Jen being controlled, totally helpless, that had the same effect on him that her submission to him had on her.
As Jackson rubbed his cock on her ass, he smelled her hair, taking in her scent. He imagined what Jen were thinking at that very moment, knowing she loved every second of such play. Her fighting to get free got more serious, and Jackson just held her tightly. He gave her the comfort she needed with the rope and his control over her movements. Her body was pinned to his, all at his mercy. All he needed to do was to fuck her as soon as possible.
Jen
Jackson held her tightly from behind. He followed instructions oh so well. When she had been a teenager, she fantasized about having some sort of sexy robot man, or a hot man under her spell, who would do anything she wanted. Even when she fantasized about having male slaves, her fantasy would end up with her in private having her own muscular, sexy slave dominate her, keeping it secret. That had been her favorite fantasy in recent months as she watched all of the episodes of Spartacus on Netflix with Jackson. He was such a man, with a body comparable to any of the buff gladiators in the show, complete with a mind and fantasies that complemented her own.
They were at the point where they could, at any time, hint at what they wanted, with their own code words, and each knew what to do to make their lover happy.
Jen struggled to get free, the rope around her wrists prevented her from reaching back in any way. At most, she could scratch him, but that wouldn't do much good. Especially if he were a stranger out to hurt or control her, as was his role in several past play sessions. Jackson's legs held both of hers. She couldn't kick, she couldn't move much at all. On her ass, she felt his hard cock as he rubbed against it. She couldn't stop him from doing it. That was part of the excitement.
She breathed out hard as she started to struggle fiercely against the rope and his hold. The harder she struggled, the tighter his choke hold would get. She knew to stop struggling for him to loosen his grip up, and she purposely struggled hard over and over again, then she would lay still to have him loosen up his grip. Each supposed fight for her life increased her arousal. He'd loosen up, and then she'd struggle some more. Then she would say, “Let me go all I'll scream.” That would make him tighten his hold, and usually he'd use his other hand to hand gag her. Trying to scream out and not be able to was so sexy, and important to her own fantasies. After almost ten minutes of playing like this, Jackson was breathing as hard as she was, with all of her struggling turning them both on and making them ready for anything. She struggled furiously, but was physically tired from her efforts. Jackson held her easily, but breathed hard out of lust,on her neck, wanting to fuck her.
He breathed out one hard breath and said “I can't take any more,” as his cock slid into her wet pussy. She would have gasped at the sudden thrust in, had she not been gagged. Her not being able to utter a sound added to her own pleasure as he slowly thrust in and out from behind, her bound wrists hitting against his arm holding her neck, her body trying to twist away from him. She wasn't going anywhere. He thrust in and as he did she could hear him smelling her hair by her left ear. He kept thrusting in and out, and he moved onto his back with Jen on top of him, pinned to his body.
He used his arm around her neck and hand over her mouth to brace himself with each thrust in, filling her completely. They were slow thrusts. He did
it slower from behind. Jen struggled to free her hands and then kept them high up near his arm, as if trying to remove his arm around her neck. She did try, but couldn't budge him at all. The visual of her hands tied together and the feel of his arm around her neck, pinning her to him, with his other hand gagging her, helped the fantasy working in her head. Again, she was at the mercy of a faceless, muscular man who used her as his plaything.
He thrust in and out, over and over, and just before she started to enter into her own moment, he moaned out, and breathed hard. He shot his load into her, climaxing before her. He pumped in and out a couple more times and stopped. No fucking way was the first thought in her mind. How unromantic was the thought that followed. That wasn't like him. She struggled to get away, but her struggles were more to stimulate herself. He stopped thrusting in and wasn't moving enough for her to get off. Her next thought was you Bastard, I'm not done yet.
She didn't say it, though. Hearing him satisfied had actually made her happy and calmed her down when she thought about it. She loved him, and loved to satisfy him. She just wished he didn't stop. He tended to climax faster if kept hard without having sex. Holding her prisoner as he did was too much for her man to hold out.
He released his hold, and took his hand from her mouth, whispering “Sorry, I couldn't hold it in. You struggling for so long had me too excited.”
“I love you, there's nothing to be sorry about. Usually I'm the one who has more orgasms than you do. Even today, I still have you beat if we counted them. You'll never hear me complain.”
He breathed heavily. She moved her hips away from him, withdrawing his cock slightly, then pushed herself down into him, making his cock thrust into her.
“Don't move please, my dick is real sensitive right now.” She did it again, this time, though, he replaced the chokehold and squeezed.
She made a gurgling sound and wasn't expecting it to be so tight. He let up and she said, “Please don't hurt me.”
He loosened the choke hold, and took another whiff of her hair. “Let's take a quick shower and get something to drink before Noah and Em come over.” He let go of the hold and she turned over to face him laying next to him, which made his dick fall out of her. He lay next to her, nuzzling his mouth in her neck, his left arm curled around her body, under her breasts, but above her arms.
He said, “You're so gorgeous, I wish we could play for hours more. Just need twenty minutes and I'll be good to go again. We've fucked so much that my dick is begging for some time out.”
Jen's cell buzzed. She tried to reach for it with her bound hands, but Jackson's left arm held her.
“Hey, let me see who's texting. It might be Em,” she said. Jackson released her so that she could reach the phone. “They're finally leaving. We have about thirty or forty minutes depending on who's driving. Can you untie my hands?” She left the phone on the bed next to her as Jackson's arm swung up over her again, pinning her arms to her body.
“Try to get your own hands free.” Jackson nuzzled in her neck, and kissed her lightly in her sweet spot. He had his hand around her arms as she lay on her back. He kept kissing and nibbling there on her neck, sending small tingles through her body.
Let my arms up so I can see if I can get to the knot.” Jackson picked his arm up and then put it around her stomach, allowing her more freedom.
She tried to reach the knot, which was on the other side of her wrists. “I can't reach the knot. Please untie me.” Just asking him to untie her hands was enough to get Jen excited yet again. They had played like this one night the week before for over six hours.
She grunted in fake frustration. He turned his head to watch her try again but she really couldn't get herself free, and moved her bound wrists up under his neck. He grabbed her tied hands with his left hand, pulling them down and pinning them to her stomach.
Their long talks about how she wanted to be treated, held, restrained and controlled didn't fall on deaf ears. As she lay there on her back, trying to move her arms away from his grip, enjoying his control, Jackson said, “I love to watch you struggle, more and more every day, I have to admit.” His cock rubbed against her leg.
“You're getting hard again, but we have to get done before they get here.”
“I never lost the hard-on, even after I came. It stayed semi-hard. Seeing you trying to get free is stirring me up again. You know I can't help it. There's something about you struggling and under my control that goes right to my cock. Just seeing your tied hands, beautiful face and body, all ready for me and at my mercy...it's so primal.” He nibbled on her neck again, sending a tingle through her body. She was fully wet and wanting him in her. She was ready earlier when he came, and she didn't, and would be the last to complain if he had his way with her.
Jackson released her hands from his grip as she said, “Well you have to stop right n...mmfff” He clamped his huge left hand over her mouth, holding it closed as he moved back on top of her. He let go of the hand gag, pulled her arms up over her head with his left hand, pinning them to the mattress. He then put his right hand over her mouth and held it firmly.
“I have to what? I didn't hear you.”
Jen tried to move her head and hands, but he held her down easily. God, this man just blew her mind.
Noah
It was forty minutes after Emily's text to Jen that Noah and Emily arrived at the Russo estate, off of Stonewall Drive in Frisco. They were met at the gate by two security men, armed with automatic rifles. Since the incidents this past summer, Jackson and Jen always had at least six armed men with them at all times. All of the security knew the couple. Noah trained with a few of them in the company gym and in the field with weapons. They were his type of people: tough, took no shit, and could shoot well. Just the types to have around for any eventuality.
Em rang the bell and the doorman opened up in less than five seconds. He must have been right at the door as she rang the bell. He was a kindly old fellow named Francis who had been Jackson's father's doorman for twenty years. He let the two of them in. Last week, Noah had joked that Francis looked so old that his social security number must have been 8. He then followed up with, “He’s so old that vultures circle above wherever he is.” Em had told him to please shut up after that second 'childish joke', but even now he smiled at Francis as he walked past him. What was the big deal, they were just jokes. The man knew how old he was.
As Noah walked in, he yelled upstairs, “Are you two coming down?” There wasn't any answer. Every time Noah and Em would visit while they were all back in New York, Jackson and Jen would be upstairs fucking away. And they all said that Noah liked to screw as frequently as a rabbit.
Francis took Noah and Em's coats and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Russo said to tell you that they would be down in ten minutes.”
Noah looked at Em, who smiled. “That sounds familiar. What is it about women and ten minutes? I bet he's waiting for Jen to finish her makeup. What do you think honey? It's either that or...”
Em snickered, put her right palm up to him and walked away into the huge living/family room, or Brown room as Jackson called it. Noah hated when she dismissed him like that. Noah walked in after Em, and went over to the bar in the far right corner, and started to fix himself and Em a drink. The room had bookcases adorning the two walls on either side, with huge French glass doors in the middle of the room, with a gigantic marble fireplace. Em sat down on the comfy love seat, with the best view of the television. She looked around for the remote. “You know where the remote is?”
Noah was already in the middle of mixing a drink. He was taking care of her Toasted Almond first, before he made his own. She loved Toasted Almonds.
“I arrived here with you sweetheart, do I look like I know where it is?” He replied sarcastically. “Oh Shit, here it is.”
Em turned back to him and saw him pointing it at the screen. She tilted her head to the right and pursed her lips. “Please, no football games here. You know how I get watching all of those buff men r
unning around in those tights.”
“Em!” Jen yelled out in an exaggerated fashion. Em and Jen smiled at each other. She jumped up off of the loveseat and met Jen halfway to the door with a hug.
Noah finished the Toasted Almond and then started on his first Long Island Iced Tea. It was a nice, tall glass that he couldn't wait to dive into.
He first looked over to Jen. “Where's that man of yours?”
Before she could answer, Noah's cell rang. As it was ringing, Jen said, “He'll be right down. We took a quick shower and he was just getting dressed.” Noah knew they were getting busy as usual.
Jen and Em sat together on the love seat, then they both looked at Noah. Em winced a little as she sat. Jen caught that, Noah saw, and then Em whispered something into Jen's ear. He kept working on Em's drink, ignoring his ringing phone and said, “Jen you want anything?”
She nodded no while still listening to Em's whispers in her ear. Jen smiled at Em, they exchanged a glance. Em looked over to Noah. Yeah...he figured they were talking about how good he was in bed, especially after he spanked the shit out of her earlier. Noah always knew when women were talking about him. He was sure Em bragged about his spanking technique and sex.
Em yelled to him, “I'd like you to answer your phone. That ringtone is annoying.”
Noah looked down at the phone, said “Oh, shit,” then picked it up to answer, putting it to his ear.
Jen and Em both looked his way.
He said, “Hello, Agent Barbrent, what can I do for you?” As he listened to the F.B.I. agent who had helped them with the case in New York, Jackson walked in.
Jen looked at Jackson and said, “Shhh...it's that F.B.I. agent.”
Jackson walked over to the bar by Noah, listening. He leaned over on the bar with his arms facing Noah.
“Is that right?” Noah said to the agent.
The agent gave him some news regarding the attempted hitman from New York. The bastard was released on $500,000 bail. Jackson and everyone else weren’t going to be too happy when he told them.