Kink Aware (Kiss of Leather Book 9)

by Morticia Knight

  Ray considered Cruella’s questions. “No, nothing like that. They definitely feel tight, secure, but not like it’s cutting off my blood or anything I should be concerned about.”

  Cruella moved around his form, tugging here and there or prodding beneath a knot. “Good. I’m on the right track. Taro wants us to maintain a dialogue with our sub…uh, I mean, class partner, so we have as much of an understanding as possible to what they’re experiencing. At least with our current subject. It will always be different when you work with someone else.”

  Ray’s gut clenched at the thought of Cruella doing something as intimate as what they were sharing with another person. In some ways, the idea was more upsetting than if Cruella were to have sex with someone other than him.

  Not that I’d be too thrilled about that, either.

  Cruella paused in their movements. “I… I don’t want to be too forward, or make any wild assumptions, but I didn’t mean I was looking to do this with anyone else.” They rested on their heels again, then encouraged Ray to look up. “You’re all I see right now. I wasn’t sure I’d be open to the idea of being in a relationship anytime soon after what I went through with Tucker, but I can envision that with you.”

  Ray cursed the ropes that prevented him from reaching out to Cruella. “I would never harm you. I hope you know that.”

  Cruella placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. “I do, baby. I’ve seen how you are. You’re the type of man I’ve always wished I could have.”

  “Then I’m yours.” Ray almost groaned aloud at his abrupt statement. It might be true, but that didn’t mean he had to blurt it out on their second date.

  Cruella’s eyes widened for a second before a slow grin spread across their face. “My, my. Aren’t I the fortunate one?”

  Oh, thank God. I didn’t fuck everything up. “Sorry if that came off a bit extreme.”

  “Did you mean it?”

  Ray nodded frantically, struggling in the bindings so much that his breathing began to elevate again. “Yes, very much so. I’ve waited so long to be with you because you’re the type of person I’ve always wished for, too. You’re sweet and kind, but you’re also strong with an amazing sense of self. And I’m loving the more commanding side of you that I’m getting to know. Of course, I also think you’re beautiful, but you’ve become so much more to me than that in the past year. I can see myself…”

  Oops. You were doing so well, idiot.

  Cruella regarded him with lifted eyebrows. “You can see yourself what?”

  Ray winced. “I don’t want to come across too pushy.”

  Cruella went back to softly caressing his skin through the ropes, gentling him the way they had earlier. “Now, baby. We can’t make the journey unless we know we’re both headed in the same direction, right? You’ve already promised me that you’re mine, so I think it’s only fair you tell me what you picture as a possibility for us.”

  Their words had been said with a hint of mirth, but Ray understood what they were doing. It was okay. Whatever he wanted to say would be all right. They were giving him permission to reveal his feelings.

  Ray took as deep a breath as his bindings would allow—the constriction somehow offering him more confidence rather than stripping it away—and let himself freefall into the unknown. “I can picture us together for the long haul. If you’ll give me a chance, I’ll do everything I can to prove I’d be a good partner for you.”

  Cruella rubbed their thumb across Ray’s bottom lip. “I prefer best friend and lover, but partner is good too. I don’t ever want to be in a situation again where I’m not as important as the other person in the relationship, that my thoughts and opinions don’t matter.”

  “That would never happen, angel. I swear.”

  A gleam filled Cruella’s eyes. “Especially since you’re my captive now. I wonder what I should do with you?”

  Ray let out a laugh, relief flooding him at the realization he hadn’t scared them away after all. “I can think of a few things, but I trust you and your imagination. Have at it.”

  Cruella gasped as their eyebrows shot up. Their teasing tone continued. “Is that permission from you to do whatever I want?”

  “It most definitely is.”

  Cruella whispered against his ear before rising to their feet. “Safeword still applies, baby.”

  Ray imagined he must have the most ridiculous smile on his face, but he didn’t care. This safeword and stuff is kind of fun. BDSM had always seemed very intense and scary, which was why he’d never been able to reconcile his buddy Neal’s involvement in the lifestyle. The guy was so chill and happy-go-lucky that Ray had assumed the clubs were his way of being someone else when he got the itch. But he could totally see Neal having a blast playing with Liam instead of the previous picture he’d had of Liam begging Neal for mercy while being whipped in a deep, dark dungeon.

  I wonder if they give tours of Kiss of Leather?

  The more he was being shown of the lifestyle, the more it piqued his interest.

  Cruella returned with a small dildo in one hand and a bottle of lube and a condom in the other.

  Holy shit.

  “Unless you tell me otherwise, I plan to fuck you senseless tonight.”

  Ray’s eyes traveled to the fake dick Cruella held. Cruella tracked his gaze.

  “This is just to get you ready for me, hon. Trust me, you don’t want these long fingernails doing the job.”

  Ray’s mouth was so dry he couldn’t formulate a response.

  Cruella glanced around the room then pointed to two square throw pillows on his sofa. “Is it okay to use those, or would you rather I grab the ones in the bedroom?”

  The brain cells that had once worked perfectly fine in Ray’s head seemed to have vanished. “Use?”

  Cruella chuckled. “Yes, baby. I need one to put under your ass and another for under your head. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He couldn’t give a shit about the pillows. “No, those are fine.” The last thing he wanted was for Cruella to leave the room for any reason.

  Once Cruella had placed the pillows underneath him then lowered him onto his back, they laid out the supplies they’d retrieved from their bag then rose to their feet again. Ray stared up at Cruella, held prisoner by their allure as much as he was by their ropes. His cock twitched and his breathing picked up a quicker pace as Cruella slowly removed their top, the languid movement accentuating their lean form as they pulled the shirt up and over their head. The garment dangled from the end of Cruella’s fingers, hanging there for a moment while Cruella held his gaze.

  Cruella released the shirt and it pooled at their feet. Their eyes remained fastened on Ray’s as they slipped their thumbs under the snug waistband of their leggings. They continued to disrobe while teasing him, shimmying as they peeled the wickedly tight fabric down their long legs. With the grace that Ray had adored since he’d first spied Cruella gliding toward him at the shop, they stepped out of the pants then kicked them to the side next to their shirt.

  He’d been so lost in watching Cruella’s movements that his attention hadn’t immediately gone to their hardened length curving up to their belly, the shaft rising from a tempting set of smoothly shaved balls. Ray found himself struggling against his restraints in an effort to get to his lover, to run his hands over what he knew to be the softest of skin, to inhale their addictive scent as he rubbed his nose in their groin, the aroma a mixture of vanilla with a hint of a pleasant musk.

  Cruella kneeled next to him. “Let go, Ray. Let me take charge. You don’t have to do a thing except lie there and accept what I do to your body.” They ran their palms over his chest and arms then across his abdomen below where his bound wrists rested against his middle. Ray found himself relaxing under their soothing touch. “That’s it. Give in to me. Now, let’s get rid of these pesky shorts.”

  Ray worked on keeping his breathing even, focused on remaining relaxed in Cruella’s care. Once Cruella had removed his gym
shorts, they held up the dildo. The phallus wasn’t fashioned in a way that it mimicked the look of a real dick, but was instead on the smaller side, with a smooth pointed end that gradually became larger as it reached the base. Ray estimated that the entire length of the object was about six inches. It would be perfect to slowly stretch him open.

  “I’m going to lube this up, baby. Then I’ll add some more to your hole as well. When’s the last time you bottomed or used something on yourself?”

  “A couple times last year with one guy, but it had been several years before that. My ex never topped.”

  Cruella had been warming up the clear, thick liquid between their fingers while he had answered. They used one hand to encourage him to bend his knees, then reached between his ass cheeks with the other and spread the slick against his rim.

  “You’ll be tight as fuck. I’ll be careful with you, baby.” Cruella squeezed some more lube on the dildo. “Keep breathing and don’t clench up.”

  Without the ability to hold his own legs open, he would’ve been in trouble fast no matter how in shape he was. But Cruella was already on it by laying their arm across the back of his thighs, which allowed him to rest his calves over it. He jumped at the first touch of the dildo against his opening. Cruella used it to tease the sensitive skin guarding his hole, circling his rim with the hard object, prodding his entrance but not pushing it past the tight ring of muscle.

  Cruella leaned over and dragged their tongue up the length of his shaft before kissing the tip of his cock. They flicked their tongue over his leaking slit, the combination of gentle touches to his hole and soft licks to his throbbing length making him once again tense in his bonds. As Cruella continued to torment him by lapping at his balls then questing beneath them to play with his taint, they worked the end of the phallus into his ass.

  Cruella straightened but kept hold of his legs as they twisted and prodded the dildo into his passage, using minimal force as they stretched him more with each gentle plunge. The slight sting he’d experienced the moment he’d been breached had dissipated, changing to a mild burning sensation that wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d anticipated. The last time he’d been fucked, the burn had been much more pronounced. Although, he had to admit to himself, that his partner at the time had not been as patient and careful as Cruella was being.

  The deeper Cruella pushed the hard object inside him, the more relaxed he became. He clenched and released around the intrusion as if he could pull it inside him deeper still. But Cruella controlled how much he was filled, the pace with which he was spread wider and whether he was ready to be fucked by them.

  “You’re taking this so well for me, baby. Soon it will be me inside you, me who will fill you and fuck you so hard you’ll scream my name.”

  Cruella angled the dildo upward, sliding the phallus over his gland. He let out a strangled whimper, his dick twitching and leaking more from the bursts of pleasure every time Cruella hit him just right. Ray exhaled on a long breath as Cruella removed the dildo from his passage, leaving him empty and aching with the need to feel them driving into him.

  Only a moment passed between Cruella tossing down the dildo then rolling on a condom and moving between his legs. They hooked his calves over their arms, then lined up their cock with his waiting hole. The head of Cruella’s erection spread him open as they pushed past his tight rim, breaching him, giving him what he craved.

  “Are you doing okay, baby?”

  “God, yes. Don’t stop.”

  Cruella smiled down at him. “I won’t. Get ready for me.”

  They wrapped their hands around his bound wrists, pushing back his legs even more before slamming into his ass in one abrupt move. They pulled out almost all the way then punched back inside him until their hips were flush to his body. After capturing his mouth in a heated kiss, Cruella picked up the pace of their fucking, piercing him with rapid thrusts. The need in him built low, the combined sensations of Cruella plunging into him with his cock smashed between them causing enough friction that he was in danger of losing himself too quickly to an explosive orgasm.

  Cruella broke the kiss and rose, leaning back to peg him perfectly. They held on to his bound wrists with one hand then used the other to grab his dick. Ray hissed through his teeth as tingling gathered at the base of his spine, and before he could warn Cruella, he was shooting streams of cum over their hand with more splashing on his own chest.

  “Oh fuck!” Cruella threw back their head and after a few more jerky thrusts, they froze.

  The pulsing of Cruella’s cock inside his passage made him shudder, his prostate still sensitive from his intense climax. At last, Cruella relaxed. They rested their head against his knee that was still hooked over their elbow and ran their palms up and down his thighs.

  “Sweet baby, you’re so hot and tight.” They sighed then gazed down at him. “I haven’t felt anything that good in a long time. I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

  Ray wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced anything so spectacular. “No, you were amazing. I’ll bottom for you anytime.”

  Cruella smiled, biting their lip. “Oh yeah? Watch out, because I’ll be taking you up on that offer.”

  Ray grinned. “Fine with me.”

  Cruella straightened as their sated shaft slipped from his ass. They trailed their fingers over the ropes on his chest. “I need to get you out of these now, it’s been long enough.” Cruella carefully lowered his legs, then helped him to a sitting position. “There we go. After I get you out of these, I want you to lie in bed so I can massage your joints. You might feel a little strange or floaty, but that’s okay. And if you don’t? That’s okay too. More than anything, let’s spend some time in each other’s arms while we come down from this experience.”

  Ray considered Cruella’s words. “Yeah, I do kinda feel a bit spacey. But it’s cool, sort of like I’m more relaxed than I’ve ever been.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” Cruella cupped his face between their hands then gave him a quick kiss. “I think I’m on the right track with this.”

  After Cruella had helped him to his feet, Ray was surprised to discover how shaky he was and that he was thankful Cruella was there to lean on. But even more interesting was how much he needed to be held by Cruella once they’d lain down together. No longer having the security of the ropes holding him together left him feeling as emotional as he’d been earlier when they’d first been wrapped around him.

  His thoughts swirled in a haze as he slowly drifted off in Cruella’s embrace. The final thing he mused on before sleep took him was that the new world he’d been opened up to by Cruella was one he’d never want to leave.

  Chapter Ten

  Cruella pulled out the same set of ropes they’d used on Ray from two nights before. After Ray had drifted off that night, they’d gone back into the living room to wipe off any body oil residue and wrap them up so they’d be ready for class. They glanced sideways to check on how Ray was doing. While he’d seemed nervous when they’d first arrived at Kiss of Leather, Cruella could tell he was doing better now that they were in the demonstration room.

  The door opened and Taro strolled in. “Good evening, everyone.” He came to a halt in front of the dozen class members, who each sat with their rope bottom at their side. Taro glanced around the room. “It looks as though everyone’s partner is here?”

  A low murmur of agreement sounded, along with several nods.

  “Then let’s begin. We have a lot to get through tonight, so let’s not waste any time. Everyone was here last week when I demonstrated the ladder tie on my partner, and I assume you’ve all had a chance to get some practice in, so rather than guide you through this step-by-step, I’d like to see what you can all do on your own.” He crossed his arms, his solid muscles rippling under his golden brown skin. “Any questions?”

  No one took Taro up on his offer, so he instructed everyone to begin.

  Cruella positioned Ray on the mat the way he’d been on Monday night.
They folded the rope in an equal half as they’d done before then wrapped a few feet descending from the bight loop, trailing the ends until everything met between Ray’s shoulder blades. Cruella let out a sigh. Ray might be less nervous, but they’d managed to become more anxious in his stead. They wound a few revolutions of the hemp a couple inches below the fold of the bight then tugged the ends through. Then they crossed over one side of the wrap, pulled the ends through, then repeated the action by crossing over the other side.

  They exhaled, examining the cluster of rope they’d wound together. Deciding it met with their approval, they took the remaining cord that hung down then placed it about four inches below the knot. They continued the same process by beginning at the middle of Ray’s rib cage, winding it around so his arms were secured to his body even more, then meeting up with the rope on the other side. Cruella spoke next to Ray’s ear.

  “Hanging in there so far?”

  Ray angled his head toward Cruella and kept his voice low. “This might sound crazy, but I feel weird with my shirt on. Doesn’t feel right.”

  “I’m sorry, hon. I should’ve said something. I just assumed you’d be too self-conscious to go without it.”

  Ray snorted. “Don’t apologize. I’d assumed the same thing.” Ray shook his head. “I don’t know what’s going on with me. It’s like my inner kinkster has been awoken.”

  Cruella had to laugh. “That’s a great way to put it. I feel like I was brought to life once I started this class. Had no idea I’d be so into tying someone up.”

  Ray wiggled on the mat. “Next time, the shirt goes.”

  A jolt of arousal shot through Cruella. “Maybe one day, the shorts can too.”

  “Jesus. I was hoping to keep the public erections under control.”

  Cruella chuckled. “I already warned you about that, baby.”

  Taro cleared his throat and they both jerked up their heads to see him staring down at them. “How’s it going, Cruella?”

  “I think I’m getting the hang of it. But for some reason I don’t have as much rope to burn as I did the last time I tried this pattern on him.”