The Bondage Club

by Alexandrea Weis

  “I would never have pictured you….” He stopped when he realized he had never pictured himself running his father’s business, but here he was. “I think it’s great you had such an…adventure,” he softly added.

  “It really wasn’t that bad. I learned a lot about people, and erotica.” She brushed the hair from her face. “It was funny, but in that business, it wasn’t considered weird or different to tie each other up or live out some wild sexual fantasies. It was just…normal.”

  “Sort of the way you and Dr. Coleman see it, huh?” He chuckled and sat up.

  She shook her head, frowning. “It’s fiction to me, just fiction. It isn’t any kind of lifestyle.”

  “Really? You’re not hiding a dominatrix under that little girl exterior of yours?” He pointed to her blanket.

  “What little girl exterior?”

  “Well, you look,” he waved his hand down her figure, “like a little girl so much of the time. All sweet and innocent.”

  Her loud laughter reverberated about the living room. “I’m hardly sweet and innocent, Hunter.”

  He took a moment to examine her eyes, trying to determine how much of what she was telling him was the truth or a lie. “I don’t see it. There’s no steamy vixen behind all that…cuteness.”

  “Cuteness?” Her mouth fell open. “I promise you I can be just as vixenish as the next woman.”

  “Vixenish isn’t a word, Cary.”

  “No word is a word until a writer gives it life,” she proudly insisted. “Writers are like Dr. Frankenstein, in a way. We can create life simply by putting words on a page.”

  “We?” He grinned at her. “I thought you said you weren’t a writer.”

  “I just meant….” She lowered her eyes to the hardwood floor. “I told you, I was never any good at it.”

  “Could have fooled me.” He paused, taking in the slight blush on her cheeks. “You know, a lot of guys like it when a woman acts like a little girl.”

  “Like your brother?” She tugged her blanket closer. “He made it pretty clear what he wanted at dinner earlier this evening when he ordered for me and tried to feed me from his plate.”

  Hunter’s face sobered at the mention of his brother. “You were the one who agreed to go out with him, Cary.”

  “Well, I had to do something to shake you up.” The blanket slipped a little from her shoulders, revealing even more of her black bra.

  His eyes were immediately drawn to her lacy lingerie. “What are you talking about?”

  “You know how sometimes when a man sees a woman he wants with another man, he does something about it.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “I decided that if I went out with Chris, you would—”

  “Wait a minute?” He jumped up from the sofa. “You planned all of this?”

  She giggled at his reaction. “Not this particular moment, no.”

  He peered down at her. “Do you mind telling me why you went to all of this trouble?”

  She tilted her head, smirking. “You know why. I wanted to find out if you felt the same about me as I do about you.” She stood from the sofa and touched his sore jaw. “But I never imagined you and your brother would come to blows over me.”

  He tipped his head away from her fingers. “So you did plan this.”

  “No, I planned on showing you how you would feel if I went out with another man. That the other man happened to be your brother was just a matter of convenience.”

  “Convenience?” He gawked at her. “Look, I don’t know what you are trying to do, but this,” he motioned his hand between them, “is not going to go anywhere.”

  “Why not? You’re attracted to me, I’m attracted to you. It seems there is only one logical conclusion.”

  He threw his hand up. “Cary, you’re my employee.”

  She let the blanket dip about her shoulders. “Then why did you kiss me?”

  “That was….” He wiped his hand over his damp forehead. “It was just vodka and the heat of the moment. I never intended….” Feeling naked without a shirt, he shimmied a little further away from her. “I need to take you home.”

  She smiled, looking more menacing than adorable. Hunter’s insides roared to life with an all-consuming fire. “Hunter, you need to stop thinking of me as an employee. Especially after that kiss.”

  “Now I’m definitely taking you home. Get dressed.”

  He was about to turn away when she dropped the blanket to the floor.

  “I think it’s time you and I came to an understanding.” Cary leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest.

  Hunter’s eyes were riveted to her small, perky breasts covered by the sheer black material of her bra, and then he spied her black lace thong panties.

  “I think you’re wrong about that kiss,” she murmured, raising her head to him.

  “Wrong?” he thought he heard himself saying.

  “Yeah.” She stood on her toes. “I think we should do it again, just to make sure.”

  When her lips met his, the heat from them caught Hunter off guard. Her kiss was electric and nothing at all like the last time. Swept up in the intensity of the moment, his arms flew about her, crushing her body to his chest. All thoughts of pushing her away fled from his mind. He wanted her, badly, and as his hands moved from the curve of her back to her small round butt, his desire for her raged out of control.

  “What are you doing to me?” he sighed against her skin.

  She nibbled on his neck. “Seducing you.”

  He rocked his head back, summoning his self-control. “We can’t do this.”

  She kissed the scar on his chest. “We need to do this, so we can stop wanting each other. Then we can be friends. What do you think?”

  “That is the dumbest….” The heat from her body was blocking out all rational thought. Unable to hold back any longer, he lifted her in his arms and lowered her to the sofa. “Perhaps, just this once.” Hunter gently climbed on top of her.

  “What do you like?” she whispered to him. “What do you want me to do?”

  He kissed her shoulder. “Just be you, Cary.”

  “Me? But you don’t know who that is, Hunter.”

  His hand traveled down to the valley between her legs. “I know you’ve been driving me crazy since the day we met.” He slipped his hand inside her underwear and ran his fingers along her wet folds. “Damn, you feel good.”

  Cary rocked her head back as he bit her neck. “I thought you didn’t like me when we first met.” She stroked his round butt. “You were so businesslike. Not at all the way Smut Slut described you.”

  Jolted by the memory of the blonde he had met at the Book Expo, he sat up. “What did she say about me?”

  Cary appeared a bit bewildered. “Ah…that you were very friendly. A little too friendly, according to her.”

  He sat back on the sofa. “She said that?”

  Cary rested on her elbows. “Yeah. She said you hit on her.”

  Hunter dragged his fingers across his brow. “Hit on her may be a bit strong.”

  Cary sat up next to him. “I don’t think so. Admit it, you liked her. Or at least liked what she represented.”

  He knitted his brow. “What?”

  She moved her mouth closer to his. “A woman who takes charge. That’s what she was to you; someone who was up front with her sexuality. With her there was only going to be sex and no…games.”

  “You’re exaggerating, Cary.”

  He went to kiss her lips, but she placed her hand on his naked chest, stopping his advance. “No, I’m not.” Her eyes steadily gazed into his. “That’s what you’re into, isn’t it? You want a woman to be in charge.”

  Before he could resist, she had flipped him over on his back and straddled his hips. “What are you doing?” he half-laughed.

  Grinding her hips against him, she softly said, “Giving you what you want.”

  Hunter sat up, balancing her hips in his lap, and went to wrap his arms about her. “I don’t think I—” />
  She stayed his hands. “No, let me please you.” Reaching behind her, she snapped off her bra.

  Hunter stretched for her small, perky breasts, but she grabbed his hands, shoving them behind his back. “I said I was in charge.”

  He winced as she tightly tied his hands together at the wrists with her bra. “You’re kidding, right?” He halfheartedly struggled against the bra. “I’m an injured man.”

  Angling over him, Cary dangled her left breast over his mouth. “Do you trust me, Hunter?”

  After a few tries, he caught her pink nipple. When he pulled on her flesh with his teeth, she sucked in an excited breath.

  “I’ll go along only if I get my way with you later,” he asserted.

  Her fingernails raked down his chest as she pushed him back on the sofa. “Once I’m done with you, I doubt you’ll have the strength for later.” She wrestled his boxers and trousers down his hips and then positioned them on his thighs, forcing his legs together.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he laughed.

  “If you want to learn about erotica….” She eased down his legs, placing her mouth over his erection. “Then you need to experience it.”

  When her tongue swirled around his tip, Hunter moaned.

  “You know the best thing about being in charge?” She kissed his ripped abdomen. “I get to go as fast or as slow as I want.”

  He raised his head, scowling up at her. “Then go fast, because my sore hand is beginning to throb.”

  Cary shook her head, clucking at him. “You shouldn’t have said anything.” Standing at the side of the sofa, she slowly eased her underwear from her hips. “Let’s see how hot I can get you,” she added, dropping her panties to the floor.

  Hunter’s green eyes went wide. “What does that mean?”

  She turned from the sofa and walked toward the kitchen.

  “Where are you going?” he called out.

  She opened the freezer side door. “Just getting a little something to add to the fire.”

  When she returned to the sofa, she was holding an ice cube between her teeth. She straddled his thighs, and taking the ice cube in her hand, she lowered her mouth over his erection. Then, she began to rub the ice cube up and down the base of his shaft.

  Hunter arched against the sofa as his pleasure skyrocketed. The combination of the heat and cold was dizzying. Her lips urged him on, sending him tumbling toward climax. His blood was bounding in his veins, his arms were pulling against the material of her bra, his legs squirming beneath her weight, but he let her take control. Just as the rush of his orgasm was climbing from his groin, she stopped and bit his tip, making him yelp.

  “What in the hell are you doing, Cary?”

  “Just wait. You’ll love it.” She dropped the ice cube on his stomach.

  “Christ, and here I thought you were a nice girl.”

  She pinched his left nipple, making him flinch. “I am a nice girl, but that is during the day.” Her hands fondled his swollen member. “This is what I like to do at night.”

  She skillfully aroused him with her lips, sending him hurtling toward climax once more, and when she stopped again, he fought harder against his restraints. Surprised to find the bra to be pretty resilient, he tried shifting his hips, but to no avail.

  For what seemed like hours, she kept toying with him, teasing him with her mouth. She would bring him closer and closer to coming, only to pull away moments before. He screamed when she shifted on top of him; his arms were going numb, and his body ached for release.

  Cary wiped the sweat from his brow and then took something out of her shoe next to the sofa. “I think you’ve had enough,” she cooed.

  Taking his erection in her hand, she skillfully slipped a condom over him and then gently guided him inside her. Her flesh molded perfectly around him. She felt so good, and as she started riding him he uttered a contented sigh. Her pale skin began to glow and her perky breasts moved up and down before him. He yearned to put his mouth on her pink nipples, and tried to thrust his hips upward, but he could not find the strength. Soon, that insistent tingle began to creep up his spine, creating tension as it went, until he was overcome by a wave of white hot bliss. Arching back, he attempted to drive into her with one last powerful thrust.

  “Yes,” Cary cried out above him, and then flopped down on his chest.

  Breathing hard and drenched in a light sweat, Hunter relaxed against the sofa, then the pain in his hands quickly roused him.

  “Cary, my hands,” he hoarsely entreated.

  She popped up from his chest, helped him sit up, and went for the bra tied behind his back. But after several seconds, Hunter was still not free.

  “You pulled on it and made the knot too tight,” she fussed, tugging at his hands.

  “Then get a knife from the kitchen.”

  “This is a fifty dollar bra, Hunter.”

  “I don’t care!” He tried to sit up. “Just get me out of this.”

  Cary stood from the sofa and jogged to the kitchen. Despite the pain in his hands, Hunter did enjoy watching her round butt jiggle as she ran. He thought of several things he would like to do to that fine white ass as soon as he was free.

  She returned to the sofa carrying a kitchen knife. Leaning over him, she carefully sawed the knife back and forth over the bra. “I really liked this bra, too.”

  “Well, then maybe you shouldn’t have tied me up with it,” he scolded.

  “How come this never happens in the movies?”

  “The movies aren’t real life. In real life, we have to live with our mistakes. In the movies, mistakes are simply cut away.”

  The bra finally loosened, and then fell away completely. Hunter let out a loud sigh and rubbed his wrists.

  “You sound like a man with regrets,” she commented, dropping the knife on the coffee table.

  He sat up on the sofa and removed the condom. “Everyone has regrets, Cary.” He wriggled his underwear and khakis up his hips. “Like I’m beginning to regret ever hiring you as my chief editor.”

  “I thought I was a division head?” She sat down on the sofa with a thud, pouting.

  His eyes drank in her naked body. “Right now you’re neither.” Unable to resist, he wrapped her in his arms. “Where in the hell did you learn to do that? And where did that condom come from?”

  She nestled against him. “I had it in my shoe.”

  His fingertips gently ran down her back. “Your shoe? Are you kidding me?”

  “You read enough erotica, you pick things up, like where to keep condoms.”

  He arched away from her. “Do you make a habit of attacking men like this?”

  She tilted her head to the side, pretending to think. “No, of course not. And I didn’t attack you.”

  “You could have fooled me. I’m almost afraid to ask how many other men you have been with.”

  “I’m not some kind of….” She eased out of his embrace. “If it makes you feel any better, the last man I was with was my fiancé, Winter.”

  “Fiancé?” His arms dropped to his sides.

  “He was working on his fellowship in cardiology at Emory when we met. It lasted about two years before he asked me to marry him.” She sat back against the sofa, examining the scar on his right chest. “How did that happen?” She fingered his scar.

  “Never mind that.” He rested back against the sofa next to her. “What happened to Winter?”

  “He found someone else.” She stood from the sofa and snapped up her underwear. “She was a fellow in thoracic surgery. They married a few months after we broke up.” She frowned at the remnants of her bra, and then nabbed her dress from the back of the sofa.

  “What are you doing?” He stood up next to her.

  She stepped into the dress and then showed him her back. “Going home. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”

  Hunter turned her around, ignoring her zipper. “No. You’re supposed to come upstairs with me, crawl under the cover
s, and in the morning…,” he kissed her nose, “you can make me breakfast.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She took a step away from him. “Having sex with you is one thing; a relationship…that’s something else.”

  “Does that mean no breakfast?”

  She slipped on her shoes. “I think it’s better this way.”

  “You’re not serious.” He gaped at her as she walked toward the front door, struggling with her zipper. “It’s after three in the morning. You don’t have a car. You’ll never get a cab. Cary, be reasonable.”

  She retrieved her black clutch from the table by the door. “Don’t worry about me, Hunter. I’ll be fine.” She opened his front door and then waved back to his living room. “You really should give that manuscript another go. You’re a very good writer.” She walked through the doorway.

  He raced to the door in time to see her hurrying down the hall to the elevator. “You’re going to leave, just like that?” he called behind her.

  “Just like that,” she replied, without glancing back. Raising her hand in the air, she waved good-bye and then disappeared into the open elevator car.

  Astonished by her speedy getaway, he waited as the elevator doors closed and still stood in his open doorway as he listened to the old car descend.

  “Shit,” he shouted and slammed his door closed.

  Usually after a night of great sex—he had to admit that despite the discomfort, it had been pretty damn good—he was the one in a hurry to rush out the door. But he had wanted Cary to stay with him, looked forward to waking up next to her and having breakfast together. Never before had a woman turned down his invitation to stay the night. The few he had asked, he remembered being pretty damn thrilled about it, but not Cary.

  He reflected on their heated encounter on the sofa, how she had tied him up, held him down, and tantalized him with her mouth. But something had been missing during the steamy interlude. It was almost as if she had become the man, and he the woman, taking what she wanted from him and then walking away. As he thought more about it, he realized that it had lacked the passion he had wanted from her. Sure it had been sexy as hell, and turned him on, but it had just been sex, right? Could there be anything more?