Bound to Ecstasy

by Vonna Harper, P. F. Kozak

  “I moan and struggle. That makes him angry and excited so he slaps my breasts to get me quiet. But I can’t because of the pressure on my slit. He hauls me to my feet and leans me against a pole.”

  “He has to tie you to the pole because your feet are bound together,” Evi added, her voice breathless and her panties soaking.

  “Yes! When he has me where he wants me, he shows me these exquisite gold nipple clamps and orders me to watch while he puts them on me.”

  “And—and he tells you that they’ll stay on until he decides differently. He says, he says you’re beautiful in bondage.”

  “Yes!” Roberta too was breathless. “Then he grabs my chin and lifts my head and tells me that he’s taking me to his island, where I’ll learn to suck his cock and kneel at his feet.”

  “You’ll wear his brand.”

  “His brand? Oh, yes. Yes. On the fleshy part of my right breast.”

  “Skull and crossbones.”

  “Holy shit.” Roberta sighed. “We work well together, maybe too well.”

  “We think the same way.” Trying for a casualness she didn’t feel, Evi fanned herself with her hand.

  “And we’re hardly the only ones. That’s what this project will make clear. It’ll let women know that no matter how vivid or graphic their sexual dreams are, it’s all right.”

  Maybe the sun had gone behind a cloud, although maybe she’d only imagined it. Whatever the reason, Evi no longer saw the park. Instead she was back in an unlit room and helpless on the floor while a man, Thorn, fingered her to climax. “Roberta?” She swallowed. “Do you ever feel as if you’ve lost control, that your fantasies have taken on a life of their own?”

  “That’s what’s happening to you?”

  “Sometimes.” That was the best she could give the other woman. “Sometimes.”

  Oh shit, she really was insane!

  Although she and Roberta had spun out their sex-flavored tale before noon and it was now night, Evi’s body continued to hum. When they’d run out of words, they’d walked back to Intellectual Properties without speaking or looking at each other. As for whether they would push for the pirate role playing, well, she supposed they’d talk about that once they’d had time to consider all the aspects, and calm down.

  So when was the calm down going to come?

  When she’d gotten Thorn out of her system?

  At the moment she was standing in her shower with her wet hair obscuring her vision. She hadn’t intended to shampoo tonight, but after mentally spending that much time on a pirate ship, running hot water had seemed more a necessity than a luxury. Besides, this way she had ready access to her naked body.

  Sighing, she leaned against the side of the shower and widened her stance so the sharp spray reached her mons. Stinging water wasn’t the same as Thorn’s hands but brought back memories she’d almost managed to bury this afternoon. Now there was no longer any need to keep a lid on her libido, and with no one looking or caring, she could do what she wanted to herself.

  After adjusting the showerhead a few inches lower, she arched so the heat now pelted the front of her labia. No matter how much she wanted to remain still so she could fully experience, energy turned her from side to side. Mouth open and panting, she spread her cunt lips and leaned her head against the wall.

  She was no longer in a shower. Instead, she was outside—at an isolated ranch—yes, a ranch. Thorn had secured her to a horse hitching pole in such a way that the horizontal pole pressed against her shoulder blades. Her arms were outstretched and tied to the pole at the wrists, forearms, and upper arms. Rope had been knotted into her long hair and secured to a tree behind her, forcing her head back. As for her legs, oh yes, her legs—Thorn had positioned them so far apart that her pussy was easily accessible, and with her ankles tied to metal rings in the ground, she couldn’t move.

  Thorn stood in front of her. Although she couldn’t see him with her head so far back, she felt his gaze as it raked over her vulnerable flesh. He focused on the long, taut line of her neck, traveled down to her breasts so he could study the way they looked flattened against her ribs. Next came her concave belly—one good thing about the position. He didn’t linger there because he had plans for her pussy, plans that revolved around the nozzle gripped in his right hand and attached to a water hose.

  Waiting, helpless and eager, she listened to the sound of her heart slamming against her ears while hot anticipation oozed down her inner thighs. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t relax her stomach muscles, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the way her puckered nipples surely stood up from her pale, full breasts. He had to approve of what he was seeing; he had to.

  “The water’s cold,” he announced. Almost before he’d stopped speaking, a harsh blast slapped her labia and clit.

  Gasping, she fought her restraints, but no matter how much she strained and pulled, the ropes held fast, and the message received clear and clean. She belonged to him, every bit of her mind and body.

  On and on the icy spray attacked her sex. Unable to do more than rock a few inches in one direction or the other, she had no choice but to take her punishment, to shiver and whimper and beg. But even as her thighs threatened to cramp and the strain to her neck brought tears to her eyes, this was her gift to him, her master. He wanted her to dance and cry for him and to have her sex fully exposed. He wasn’t washing her because she wasn’t dirty. Neither was his intention to punish because despite her noisy cries, she wasn’t in pain.

  Dancing on the edge of release, that’s what it was, everything in her system zeroed in on a single part of her body. Her clit, her living, breathing, feeling clit existed for this, for him. She might be the one sobbing and shaking, but her clit was hard and overloaded because he wanted that for her.

  Slow awareness of her surroundings, along with the strain in her shoulders, pulled Evi back into the world defined by a real shower in a real bathroom. Wishing it was otherwise, she said a reluctant but necessary good-bye to what had existed only in her mind.

  With her fingers still cradling her barely touchable clit, she turned off the water. So weak she could hardly summon the strength to step out of the shower, she gave a towel only a fleeting thought.

  Dripping, she pushed her hair out of her eyes. Her thoughts, if they could be called anything that organized, revolved around how much easier facing the rest of the evening would be if Thorn was there to direct it—and her. However, the only times he’d shown up since their one session together had taken place in her imagination. A long distance relationship, even one this intense, couldn’t continue. Somehow, damn it, she’d find the remote and turn off the TV of her mind.

  “You’re getting your carpet wet.”

  Before alarm had time to pull her into a fight-or-flight response, recognition seeped through her. Feeling intensely alive, she swiped the water from her lids.

  Yes! There he was, this man who’d stormed into her life and then slipped out of it, who’d shaken her to her core before deciding he didn’t want anything more to do with her—until tonight. Only, instead of being naked, he wore a conservative shirt and slacks, and his black business shoes had recently been polished. Awareness of her nudity begged the question of whether he’d dressed this way in deliberate contrast to her condition. “Where have you been?” Her tone was more whimper than question.

  “Watching you.”

  Was that possible? Hell, hadn’t she already learned that nothing was out of the realm of possibility when it came to him? “I didn’t know. I had no idea—”

  “Because that’s the way I wanted it. How do you feel about seeing me? Are you going to welcome me, or maybe tell me to get the hell out of your life?”

  How seductive and dangerous his challenge was! Arms at her sides, she searched her heart and mind for the answer. During her time away from him, she’d regained a measure of her independence and freedom. True, things were different during her dreams, but the submissive creature who’d embraced everything h
e’d done to her had faded to be replaced by an employed and bill-paying woman. That was the familiar Evi and the only one she’d believed existed under her skin until Thorn had walked into her world.

  But did she want to hold on to that creature?

  What did she mean, did she want?

  “I’m waiting.”

  “I’m certain you are,” she shot back. “Been enjoying yourself, have you? What does it take to program my mind with those bondage images? Maybe there’s some kind of BDSM chip you planted in my brain.”

  “You believe I’m responsible for your dreams?”

  Hadn’t he just answered his question by bringing them up? Either that or this impossible man could tap into her subconscious. “I never used to have anything like that.”

  “Didn’t you?”

  She almost laughed at herself because she, naked and dripping, was going toe-to-toe with a man who looked as if he’d just gotten home from the office. “I don’t need to answer that,” she countered. “I might, eventually, but only once you tell me where you’ve been and why you’re dressed the way you are.”

  “Are you saying you’d rather have me the way I was before?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted. “The whole Viking thing was pretty intense, magnificent but intense.”

  “Which is why I’m offering you this contrast. First time I was responding to what you wanted, now you’re getting something more familiar.”

  On the verge of thanking him, she repeated her question about where he’d been. She was starting to chill but other than hugging herself, she couldn’t think how she might change the condition. Strange how being barefoot made her feel small, small and yet sensual. But maybe it wasn’t her since just being in his presence had kicked up her awareness of her body’s potential.

  “I told you,” he said. “I’ve been watching you. Learning about you.”

  “Were you at work when I made my presentation?” What kind of insane question was that?

  “Yes.”

  Struck by a sudden realization, she stalked closer. “Answer me one thing, just one thing! And if I believe you’re telling me the truth, I’ll let you do anything you want to me, even burn a brand into my breast.” Her breath caught, but she shook free of the image.

  “Ask.”

  Maybe he already knew what she was going to say. If that was true, then he’d had time to tailor his response so it became what he believed she needed to hear. “Everything that’s happened between us, the whole dungeon thing followed by my vivid whatever-they-are followed by my decision to try to get approval for my project, was it all part of your plan?”

  Not sure she’d said what she’d intended to, she stalled by squeezing water out of her hair. To her relief, he took off his shirt and draped it over her shoulders. A little warmer now, she pulled her thoughts back together. “Here’s what’s occurred to me. You, either alone or part of some worldwide BDSM organization, decided it was time to present your lifestyle to the normal world. And who better than a naive, horny woman to launch your damnable educational program? You started by messing with my mind and body, kept working on my imagination and libido, then decided to show up again to hammer home another lesson. But as soon as your work with me is done, you’re out the door.”

  Exhausted, she pulled the shirt over her breasts.

  Instead of answering, he walked past her into the bathroom, then emerged carrying a towel. Turning her from him, he began towel-drying her hair. Much as she tried to hold on to her angry suspicion—or was it insanity?—she couldn’t help relaxing. Her arms dropped to her side, and she closed her eyes. How long had it been since she’d seen him, felt his warmth, heard his voice?

  When he was done with her hair, he took back his shirt and slowly, carefully, maybe even lovingly dried her off. Damn but she did enjoy being treated like something precious! Eyes still nearly closed, she tracked his progress. Maybe he was looking at her breasts and the V between her legs, a possibility that effectively pulled her out of her lethargy. Sighing, she opened her stance so he could dry her pale pubic hair, then opened herself even more while he tended to her inner thighs. Small shivers tracked her spine when he massaged the small of her back. Finally he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. With his heat bleeding into her, she stopped shivering.

  “Do you still want an answer?” he asked.

  A question, yes, she’d asked him something. Not wanting to, she nodded.

  “I’m not part of some well-organized BDSM recruiting organization; in fact, I doubt one exists. For the most part, it’s just individuals with common interests and needs seeking each other out. I lend my energy, for lack of a better word, to some of the bondage sites you frequent, which is how I became aware of you.”

  “Why didn’t you get in touch with me before you did?”

  “Because I wanted to study you, to learn if your curiosity about bondage went deeper than voyeurism. Although you were hesitant to admit it, I discovered it did. You simply needed the right introduction.”

  “That introduction consisted of you stripping off my clothes and tying me up. Not particularly subtle.”

  “There wasn’t any need.”

  How right he was. If she wasn’t a closet submissive wannabe, she would have run screaming from Bondage Babes the moment a naked man walked on to the set. “I was really that transparent?”

  “Only because I have the same itches.”

  “Thorn, I’m not the first, am I?”

  “No.” He met her gaze. “But you’re the only one now.”

  “You mean that?”

  “I’ll never lie to you, Evi. I promise you that.”

  “I want to believe you.”

  “Then do. I don’t control. I simply facilitate what already exists.”

  “Already exists?” she asked, not yet fully ready to take that huge step.

  “Men like me don’t change any woman’s nature. We’re simply there to help let it happen.”

  Guiding, not controlling, freeing, not forcing. Weakness nearly knocked her feet out from under her. Fighting tears, she took in his strong features. This was no figment of her imagination, no actor from central sex casting. He was real, maybe not real in any way she’d experienced before, but a vital part of her world.

  “How long are you going to be here?” she whispered around the lump in her throat.

  “How long do you want me?”

  Why was she so lightheaded? “Maybe—maybe forever.”

  “Then you have your answer.”

  Letting instinct rule her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her toes, and kissed him. As the soft and sensual contact spun out, she acknowledged that although he’d already claimed every part of her, this was the first time they’d kissed.

  Needing to be the architect of their relationship, she parted her lips and pressed her tongue against his. The moment she did, he opened his mouth and welcomed her in.

  Short minutes later, they were on her bed with Thorn’s discarded clothes littering the carpet. Instead of casting them in darkness, he’d turned on a lamp so gentle light played over his prone body. At the moment, he was stretched out on his stomach while she knelt beside him so she could massage his back. He hadn’t said anything about wanting her to assume a submissive position. Instead, she’d sensed he was letting her control and guide what was happening, at least for now.

  Fine, good, she knew what she wanted and prayed her desires would trigger the same response in him. Her fingers burned with anticipation and awe as she worked his powerful muscles from shoulder to thighs. Even now he was her master in ways that went far beyond having his ropes on her. And obeying his every command said only a little about her commitment to him.

  “Where do you live?” she asked with her hands resting on his buttocks.

  “I’ll show you. Evi, I don’t exist in a vacuum. Much of my time is spent in the company of others like myself.”

  Good. She didn’t want him to be a loner. “And their s
laves? Are they there, too?”

  “Yes,” he muttered. “But until your training is complete, it’s going to be just the two of us. I want you to fully understand what you’re getting into.”

  “Thank you.”

  ‘Thank you what?”

  “Master.” The word was accompanied by a contented smile. Then she bent over and kissed the base of his spine. “I love taking care of you. Whatever you want, please let me know.”

  “Oh, I will,” he said and rolled over. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her down so her upper body rested on his chest. “By the time we’ve completed our journey, you’ll know what I want without my having to say a word.” Taking hold of her hair, he lifted her head so their eyes met. “In very separate ways, we’ll cater to each other. I need to be in control while you need to be controlled. It’s a dance.”

  A lifelong dance? Reminding herself not to take anything beyond this moment, she nodded. “I want to wear your collar.”

  “You will. Even when you’re at work, you’ll always have on some reminder of our relationship.”

  A memory of her fantasy when he’d ruled her responses via a vibrating bullet caused her cheeks to flush, and when he released her hair, she feathered kisses over his forehead, nose, and chin before closing in on his mouth.

  “You’re trembling,” he muttered.

  “With excitement.”

  “No reservations?”

  “No,” she said without hesitation.

  “Demonstrate.”

  Propelled by the single word, she straddled him with her weight on her knees. She didn’t take her eyes off him as she reached for his cock and positioned it between her legs so his tip just touched her entrance. “Take my gift, master. House yourself in this cunt that exists for you and, if it pleases you, gift me with your cum.”

  His expression shrouded beneath his half-closed lids, he slapped first one breast and then the other. “Do it. Now.”

  Do it, she silently repeated as she lowered herself onto him and his cock slipped into her. Exist for his pleasure and through it, find your own.