Re/Bound (Doms of the FBI Book 1)

by Michele Zurlo

  The kiss moved lower as he licked and feathered light touches over her back. Soon he knelt behind her. He slid her skirt over her hips and down her thighs. His lips and the gentle caress of his hands followed.

  By the time he lifted her foot to completely remove the skirt, he’d lulled her into such a relaxed state that she couldn’t open her eyelids more than halfway. Her breasts were heavy with need, and her glistening vulva pulsed, pleading for attention. The scent of her arousal drifted up to tickle her nose.

  He gripped her hips and licked the small of her back along her spine. When he stood, he had something long and white coiled in his hand. He held it in front of her. She started at the length of thick, twisted nylon rope. A few loops squeezed the middle of the circle together until it resembled a figure eight.

  Trepidation made her wish they’d done this before dinner. If he tied her with that rope, nothing she did would loosen the bonds enough for her to slip free.

  “Touch it.”

  She lifted a trembling hand and ran her fingertips along the rope. The soft, smooth texture would slide sensuously against her skin without poking or abrading.

  “There are many kinds of bondage, my sweet. This one doesn’t tether you to anything. It can, and once you’re used to it, we’ll explore that side of bondage. For now I want to show you how good it can be.”

  He wasn’t exactly asking her permission, but she appreciated the explanation nonetheless. So far, he’d held down one of her wrists or cuffed them together. She wondered what he meant to do with the rope if he wasn’t going to tie her to anything.

  With a tug, he untied the intricate knot holding the rope in its neat configuration. He measured off an arm’s length, and then he wrapped the rope around her rib cage four times. He messed around with it in the back, brushing his fingers against her skin as he looped and wove. When he returned to stand in front of her, she observed the intense concentration on his face.

  By the time he finished, the rope covered her ribs and framed her breasts so that they jutted out and swelled with expectation. A pretty, perfectly symmetrical woven pattern crossed her sternum, squeezing her framed breasts together. More rope looped over her shoulders and between her legs, subjecting her labia to the same treatment as her breasts. Darcy’s sex organs felt heavy and full. Wetness dripped from her aching pussy. This wasn’t what she had imagined when Theo mentioned bondage.

  Theo stood back and surveyed his work. He walked around her body, checking the angles. Darcy’s gaze was drawn to him almost as much as to the genius of his macramé bondage technique. He had used one length of rope on her entire body. Nothing poked into her uncomfortably. If anything, he’d created a feeling of sensual security.

  Finally he pronounced judgment. “Not bad. You look amazing. Once you’re used to this, there’s so much more we can do. Of course, this corselet is one of my favorites. What do you think?”

  The question hadn’t been expected. Her opinion shouldn’t matter. She stuttered a bit. “I—it’s comfortable. It makes me tingly.”

  He kissed her, and while she enjoyed the kiss, her attention was drawn to how he held her tightly against his body. The dueling pressures created by his chest and the ropes made her breasts pulse and sent small shocks directly to her core. She moaned and whimpered, on the verge of begging for his touch. It didn’t hurt, but it provided some of that same sense of urgency, almost like it gathered and pooled her sexual energy.

  Stepping away, his gaze traveled up and down her body, openly admiring his handiwork. “On your knees.” His voice had taken on a hoarseness that robbed him of volume but not authority.

  Sinking to her knees had never felt so decadent. The ropes near her pussy tightened as she bent, emphasizing her need. If only one would roll to put some of that pressure on her clit.

  But Theo had done his job well. Nothing moved.

  His smile grew smug. Then he turned away and crossed to the dresser. When he turned back to face her, he had a blindfold in his hand. Without a word, he slipped it over her eyes.

  The loss of vision caused a momentary realignment of her senses. She swayed a bit as she adjusted. The magnetic pull of his nearness disappeared, and she was left to wait. Anticipation ratcheted her need up another notch.

  “Give me your hand.”

  Responding to his command before her brain could process it, her hand twitched. It had been too long since she had been in this position, and the ropes winding around her torso threw her off as well. She hadn’t been aware of his return. Gingerly she lifted her hand, raising it to the place where she thought he might be.

  His palm cupped her hand while he pressed something into her palm. “Hold this.”

  From the cylindrical shape, the top-heaviness of the object, and the texture of the dial on the bottom, she deduced she held her vibrator. The sound of liquid being expelled from a bottle and the way the vibrator moved in her hand let her know he was spreading lube over the shaft.

  “Put it inside you and turn it on.”

  It slid in smoothly, aided by the lube and her juices. “Which speed, Sir?”

  “Your choice, but you can’t come before me, and you’ll only have one hand free to change the speed. I guess it depends on how good you are with your hands.”

  She responded to both the humor in his voice and the challenge he issued. She chose a medium speed. From her position, she figured she would be using her other hand and her mouth on Theo. Doms almost never got themselves off, but she liked it that way. She wanted to be the author of his orgasm.

  As the hum spread throughout her swollen tissues, softness traced her lips. She knew with an intimate surety what his thumb felt like. This was much softer, a silky caress with a sticky lipstick. She parted her lips, eagerly awaiting his cock. Her hand came to rest on his thigh.

  He played with her, slipping it in a slow inch and letting her swirl her tongue around the head, and then easing back out. Darcy almost whimpered when she realized how long he could play this way, all while the vibrator buzzed inside her dripping cunt. She had been halfway to orgasm before he handed her the vibrator.

  She breathed through her nose, and her body trembled with the effort it cost to hold back the climax. Her pulse beat hard, and she remembered the hand on his thigh. A slow slide upward and she cupped his balls. Air hissed from between his teeth, but he didn’t change the game. Each thrust brought him a little closer to the back of her throat.

  Before long Theo took pity on her. He gripped her head in his hands to hold her steady. She braced herself and swallowed as he thrust completely into her mouth. He withdrew slowly, letting her please him with her tongue.

  Soon he abandoned the details. He pumped into her mouth, mashing her lips against her teeth with each glorious thrust. His semen shot down her throat. She barely remembered to swallow as her climax washed through her body.

  He withdrew and removed her blindfold, and she struggled to stay on her knees while he slid the vibrator out.

  “Go sit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

  Without replying, she scurried the few feet between the floor and the bed. She felt the nap of the towel she’d spread earlier. Perching on the edge, she rested her heels on the bed frame and let her knees fall open.

  Theo didn’t move from where he knelt on the floor. His position gave him the perfect view of her open pussy. He studied it, caressing with his eyes when she wanted him to use his hands, his tongue, and his cock. Or the vibrator again. She wasn’t picky.

  Minutes trickled past. Her stomach muscles clenched as she struggled to resist the way gravity pulled her toward the dip in the mattress. Theo finally moved, but he headed to the dresser.

  When he turned back to her, he had thick leather cuffs in each hand, each easily six inches wide and much too long to use on her wrists or ankles. He wrapped the first one just above her left knee and buckled it in place. He repeated the act with her right leg.

  “I’m going to tie your legs open, but
your arms will remain free and you will not be restricted in what you can and can’t touch. I’ll warn you when I’m going to use a flogger or the crop so you can keep them out of the way. However if your hands get in the way, they will get whipped, and it won’t stop the whipping. Do you understand the rules?”

  The excitement bubbling through her system wasn’t dampened by the fact that he was tying her legs to the bedposts after he said he had no plans to restrain her. “Yes, Sir.”

  When he finished, her heels no longer rested on the frame. Thin ropes extended from the posts at the head and foot of her bed and held her legs open.

  “Lie back.” She complied and immediately realized the helplessness of the situation. Though she could reach the buckles on her legs and she could remove them, the way he’d tied the ropes kept her thighs a little off the mattress. She couldn’t move her pelvis more than an inch. Tucking her hands behind her neck, she analyzed whether or not this position bothered her.

  The panic she expected never materialized. Having her hands free meant she maintained significant control over the situation. The demons of doubt asked if she’d ever truly relinquished control. She chased them away and ignored the question. She’d submitted to Scott.

  Theo drew a finger through her wetness. He followed the contours of her folds with the determination of a man solving a maze. Darcy watched the intent expression on his face, and she wondered what he thought of the offering in front of him. The release from moments ago had been forgotten. She felt like a vessel tasked with containing pleasure until her Master decided to release bits of that precious liquid.

  She wished he would say something about whether he liked her pussy or not. He said nothing, and his silent exploration had her squirming against the bonds holding her thighs immobile.

  Then he bent. The tip of his tongue followed the paths so recently traversed by his finger. By the time he circled her clit, her breaths had turned fast and shallow. She wished he would add his fingers, but he only used his tongue.

  Lifting away, he finally used his fingers to pinch her clit. She gasped at the brief spike of pleasure-pain, but the sensation vanished seconds after it began. His face loomed close, and the rough denim of his jeans pressed against her open pussy. Just before he took her mouth in a soft, insistent kiss, he whispered a reminder. “Use your hands. Touch me.”

  Her eyes flared briefly as she remembered he’d made a point to not restrict her hands. Seized with a sense of greed, she grasped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, baring his chest. He allowed a hiatus in the kiss so she could complete her task.

  Unfettered by restraint or command, she ran her hands down his back and up his sides. She explored the contours of his shoulders and the dips and planes defining his chest. Unlike most computer geeks—and she’d always had a thing for geeks—Theo was hard steel covered with soft skin. There was no evidence of hours spent in front of a computer softening him in any way. The bulge in his pants pressed firmly against her mons. She tried to wiggle an invitation, but he seemed impervious to her offer. He moved his mouth to her neck.

  Genetics gave his skin an olive cast that would grow golden in the sun. A vision of him bringing an ax down to split a piece of wood balanced on a tree stump, surrounded by trees delineating the edges of a forest clearing, seared her mind. She would emerge from the shadow of a tree, naked. He would seize her offering, perhaps chaining her to the stump while he took his pleasure from her body.

  The vision cleared. She barely refrained from giggling at the rustic image and the emerging subconscious need for bondage, a fantasy she’d never before entertained.

  His hand closed over her breast, smashing the confined globe against her chest and the ropes surrounding it. She grazed a nail over his nipple, and his sudden intake of breath indicated how much he liked it. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. She saw him reach a conclusion, but he didn’t share it with her.

  Bracing his weight on one hand, he reached into his back pocket. In seconds darkness stole her vision. He adjusted the edges of the mask. “Comfortable?”

  This again. She wondered why he kept covering her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Can you see anything?”

  She had closed her eyes beneath the mask. Now she opened them and peeked downward. Most masks showed gaps between the cheek and the nose. “Just some light at the bottom, Sir. Not enough to actually see anything.”

  He made another adjustment, and the light disappeared.

  “Nothing now, Sir.”

  He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose and eased away. Coolness replaced his heat, and she missed the feel of him. “Don’t fret, sweetheart. I’m going to spank that lovely pussy and tenderize those luscious breasts. Keep your hands out of the way.”

  Darcy tried to wiggle her ass, but the restraints didn’t give. With a start, she realized she didn’t have to concentrate on not moving the lower half of her body. He’d seen to it that she couldn’t. Lying there, she was acutely aware of the corselet he’d tied around her torso. The rope pattern plumped her breasts out nicely, and she could feel her blood flowing, pulsing in her breasts with each beat of her heart. The effect echoed in her pussy, where the ropes kept her labia spread open.

  With the first lick of the falls, she was able to identify his weapon of choice. He had chosen to start with the heater. Darcy tucked her hands under her neck and relaxed. No matter how much force he used, the heater wouldn’t do much beyond deliver a small sting. This was a warm-up.

  Heat rushed to her inner thighs and her stomach, the places to which he first applied the whip. The steady slap and the even blows demonstrated his master technique. The falls licked and tickled over her breasts, sensitizing her skin so that it would respond better to other stimuli.

  She relaxed into the pleasant, heated buzzing. The whip paused, and the falls trailed a path over the areas of her skin that were no doubt pink. She smiled at the tingling sensation.

  “Relaxed?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  A short whistle ended in a hard thunk against her labia. Heat exploded, and her hips jerked at the unfamiliar sensation. He’d exchanged the heater, but she didn’t know what he used now. The feeling he generated didn’t match any of the implements he’d put on the dresser.

  It felt like a cylinder, but the end of it broke into distinct falls, tickling against her skin as they lifted away. Theo gave her a second to process the first blow, but he wasn’t generous with the next one. He set a fast pace that chased all analytical thoughts from her head. The implement caught her clit with one blow and the opening of her vagina with the next.

  Before long, she cried out at the ecstasy of the sting. Her hips tried to thrust, to control the sensation, but the cuffs around her thighs held her in place. Sweetness built, tension coiling in and around her clit. Her hands flew from behind her neck to dig into the sheet.

  “Oh Sir, please!”

  “Please what?”

  Exactly. Darcy didn’t know. She wanted to come, but the exquisite feelings weren’t inside her abdomen, they were on the surface of her pussy. She went for honesty. “I don’t know.” Her voice and her pussy quivered. “Please, Sir!”

  A brief pause. Heat suffused her pussy and thighs, but not the kind that brought pain or completion.

  The next time something whistled through the air, Darcy identified the crop. The little scrap of leather on the end seared her nipple. He alternated slapping them. She arched her back off the bed, seeking more of that brand of heat.

  “Painslut.”

  “Yes, Sir. Oh yes, Sir.”

  The pressure of each blow increased. Her nipples exploded with stinging heat. She cried out. The next blow came on the beat, but it didn’t land on her nipple. That time, he’d aimed for her clit. Nobody had ever hit her clit with a crop. Intense sensation washed through her, paralyzing her body and arresting her ability to breathe.

  He waited until her body relaxed. “Would you like more?”


  Darcy didn’t need to consider that question. “Yes, please, Sir.”

  The next series of hits alternated between her breasts, where he no longer aimed for just the nipples, and the exposed parts of her ass. Just when she thought he might have decided against it, he landed three smacks in quick succession against her throbbing clit. Her entire body clenched, holding tight lest an orgasm escape.

  “Come for me, Darcy.”

  He hit again, and she cried out. Cream rushed from her throbbing pussy. She wanted to beg for one more hit, but she knew he wouldn’t give it to her. Foil ripped. Seconds later he pushed into her pulsing hole and fucked her hard. Darcy relaxed into his pace and gave her body over to his pleasure.

  Suddenly he withdrew. He tugged at the restraints around her knees, and then he removed her blindfold. Tearing the rest of his clothes away, he threw them in a heap on the floor. She maintained her position while she watched him snatch the two paddles from the dresser.

  “Sit up.”

  For the paddle? Absolutely. The prospect of a spanking lit the few parts of her not buzzing with sensation.

  He rounded the bed and settled into position. “You’re going to ride me, sweetheart.”

  She turned and crawled until she straddled him. He held his cock, still hard and sheathed, with his hand. She sank down and waited for the next command.

  The paddle smacked against one ass cheek. Her pussy clenched, and he hissed. “I want to see those swollen breasts bouncing. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

  A glance down showed exactly how swollen they’d become. Between the ropes and the crop, he’d prepared her nicely. “Yes, Sir.”

  She lifted up and slammed down. The paddle greeted her ass, urging her away and luring her back with the promise of more. Her breasts bounced wildly. The ropes controlled their movements so they didn’t hurt in the wrong ways, but they also trapped more blood in the globes. They ached with need.