Bound and Determined

by Sierra Cartwright

  She blinked up at him.

  “Touch your fingers to your cunt!”

  Shaking, she complied.

  “Hold them up.”

  He snagged her wrist and lifted her fingers to his nose. Then he sucked the juices from each of her fingers. “You hate the idea, I see.”

  They both knew the truth. The idea turned her on.

  Having her fingers in his mouth was more erotic than she imagined. If he continued to suck like that, she might climax again.

  He released her hand. “Continue to finger your pussy. Without coming. What else do you know about BDSM?”

  “There’s spanking involved.”

  “There can be,” he agreed.

  Her stomach was in knots of excitement, of fear, of anticipation. “Whips, chains, bondage, humiliation, gags, hoods, nipple clamps…” She paused. Then, on an exhaled rush, she continued, “I have read about anal sex, plugs, enemas, the like.”

  He nodded.

  She swallowed. “Then there’s the obedience and punishment part.”

  “All of those can be, yes. Not necessarily all of them, but possibly, depending on the people involved and the boundaries negotiated. But more than anything it’s commitment and emotional. For many it’s a way of life. Some live the lifestyle continually. Others decide to keep it mainly to a timeframe or location, like the bedroom. But there’s always caretaking from the Dom for his or her sub.”

  Like he’d cared for her last night, even if she didn’t want it or need it. He’d held her tight, and when she’d woken, she was tucked in, comfortable and warm. The one time she’d shivered, he’d been there, murmuring soothing words and cradling her.

  “It can be a rewarding for everyone.”

  “And, evidently, you’re into BDSM?”

  “I am.”

  Her insides flip-flopped.

  “I can negotiate certain boundaries. I can negotiate whether a relationship is twenty-four-seven, a lifestyle or a certain scene. But any woman who I’m involved with needs to understand she’ll be my submissive.”

  “And if I don’t want to be your woman or your submissive?”

  “You’re on your knees,” he pointed out. “And you haven’t told me to go to hell.”

  “Yet.”

  “Touché.”

  “What if I don’t want to be involved in a BDSM scene?”

  “What are you asking? We’re knee-deep in a scene.”

  She thought about her answer. She didn’t want to run away from this. She’d fantasised about a man who wouldn’t put up with nonsense from her, one who would give her screaming orgasms, one who would demand things from her that she’d never dreamt existed.

  She wouldn’t be with Jack long, so she might as well get something exciting from it, something to hold her through Ireland’s long, dreary, cold winter nights. “What if it gets too intense?”

  “You heard of safe words,” he said. “It’s a word you’ll use if you’re too far out of your comfort zone.”

  She nodded.

  “But if we negotiate ahead of time, there are lines I won’t cross unless you ask me to. And it’s always my responsibility to stay in control to figure out what you need, what you’re capable of handling. I will test your limits and your capabilities. Conversely there may be times you think you want more and I will refuse to accommodate you.”

  She couldn’t see that happening.

  “Mind you, a safe word isn’t something to use lightly. And I won’t tolerate you using it often, so be careful. And you may not use it to stop a punishment unless the pain is intolerable.”

  “Intolerable?”

  “Your definition may differ from mine,” he said drily. “And since I’m responsible for your wellbeing in a scene, we’ll generally go with my sense. If you need to slow down, we can. Honestly, how was your spanking last night?”

  She felt the heat of embarrassment chase up her face.

  “Keep fingering your pussy.”

  Since he was keeping her on the verge of an orgasm, she could barely think straight. But she tried to answer his question. “I wanted to hate it,” she confessed, “but it was hot.”

  “Was it too much?”

  She met his gaze. “No.”

  “Did you want more?”

  “No!”

  “So it was well-paced for your first spanking?”

  Were they really having this conversation? “Yes.”

  “And you’re ready for more?”

  Was she?

  “Do you want to be spanked until you come?”

  She laughed, albeit nervously. “I seriously doubt I’ll come from you spanking me.”

  “How damp are your fingers?”

  She showed him.

  “And you think you can’t come from me spanking you?”

  She didn’t answer as his question seemed rhetorical.

  “Tell me your safe word.”

  “Dearg,” she said. The Irish for the colour red.

  “You’ll remember that during a scene?”

  “Yes.”

  He nodded. “You’re going to experience your second spanking now,” he told her. “For failing to ask permission to come.”

  Her mouth fell open. “But—”

  “The rules are not flexible, Sinead. I told you that you need permission each time you come. Each time. Since you’re already a bit sore from last night’s spanking, you’ll really feel this one. On the bed; into the position I instructed.”

  Her heart thundering, the sound echoing in her ears, she climbed onto the bed. She got on all fours near the edge of the mattress. Slowly, stalling, she kept her knees apart and lowered her forehead and breasts to the bedspread.

  Unable to find her voice, she waited for further instruction.

  “Using your hands, spread your buttocks so I can have a nice look at your arsehole and your cunt.”

  Alternately mortified and excited, she did as he ordered.

  “You’ll finish up the rest of our trip with a plug in that lovely hole of yours.”

  Her sphincter tightened involuntarily. She knew better than to protest, though.

  He stroked her nether lips. His fingers glided across her dampness. Her clit already felt swollen.

  “Tell me how many spanks you deserve, Sinead.”

  Reading about this was one thing, participating was another. “Five. Since I’m still learning.”

  She wished she could see his face to read his reaction. Had she named a number higher than he anticipated, or was he disappointed in her cowardly answer?

  “During a scene, when addressed directly, you’ll respond, and you’ll call me Sir. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Five it is. Link your hands at your nape. Count each spank aloud.”

  She took a deep breath and prepared for the blow. She waited and waited. He allowed the time and silence to stretch.

  When it came, the breath left her lungs. It blazed across the tender flesh of upper right thigh. “One,” she managed, screwing her eyes closed. “Sir.”

  “Very good.”

  He landed the second directly on top of the first, searing her skin. “Two, Sir!” At this point, she was nearly done. “I want to use my safe word.”

  “Really? After two spanks? You took more than that last night.”

  She didn’t break position, and he didn’t give her any verbal cues to follow. Instead, he gently stroked her vulva.

  Her body, damn it, betrayed her. She was getting aroused. “Continue,” she said. “Please.”

  “This is for the protest.” He caught her on the cunt with a flat palm.

  She screamed.

  But as the pain receded, adrenaline and sexual demand throbbed in her.

  He was silent, as if waiting.

  Finally she remembered. “Three. Sir.”

  “You should thank me for that one.”

  It had blazed her entire feminine area and she should thank him? Never.

  He curled
a hand into her hair. “That was a demand, Sinead.”

  “Thank you.” Her body felt warm, and she was feeling a bit wanton all of a sudden, aware of her hips thrusting at him, her vagina and anus exposed, her pussy damp from his attention. And it did somehow feel right to express her appreciation.

  “How many more?”

  “Two, Sir. Two more.”

  He smacked her left butt cheek. For some reason this one didn’t hurt as bad as the others. Was he backing off? “Four,” she said. “I mean four, Sir.”

  He slid a finger inside her vagina. When it was wet, he pulled it out and probed at her rear entrance. She swayed from side to side, her hips undulating. She’d never had so many conflicting emotions and sensations at the same time.

  He stretched her anus a little before removing his finger and delivering the fifth and final spank to her left buttock, on top of the previous one.

  “Five, Sir.” She exhaled a shaky breath.

  “Do you want to come, little sub?”

  Shockingly she did. “Please.”

  She heard him move, then he spread her buttocks. He tongued her from front to back only a few times before she curled her toes and begged for an orgasm.

  “You may come,” he said. He sucked her clit hard.

  Instantly she lost control. She came on a scream.

  The moment he left her, she collapsed and rolled onto her side, shattered, spent. “That was hot,” she said.

  “Glad you didn’t stop?”

  She looked at him. His cock stuck out, full and ready, despite the fact she’d sucked him off not long ago. Even though she’d just come as well, she wanted his cock inside her. “You’d have made me take them anyway, eventually.”

  “I would have, aye. And what do you say now?”

  A bit shyly she expressed her gratitude. “Thank you.”

  He opened a drawer and pulled out a towel. He wiped his hand. Then he pulled out a condom and unwrapped it.

  He sheathed himself while she watched. For some reason she found watching a man don a condom an incredibly sexy thing. His motions were confident and quick. And she was all but salivating as she watched him handle his cock.

  This experience with him astounded her.

  After so many men being scared off by her, after Donal telling her that her tastes were odd, that no self-respecting woman would want to do those things, or have those things done to her, being with the Quinn was refreshing. He didn’t find her extreme—in fact, he found her tame. In just the short time they’d been together, he’d pushed her boundaries, from watching her masturbate to probing her anally. He hadn’t called her boring, but close.

  He grabbed lube from a nightstand and placed the bottle on the bed near her.

  “I want you on all fours, Sinead. I want to look at your reddened arse. And I want to be able to spank you while I fuck you.”

  “Yes,” she agreed, getting into position. She couldn’t believe she was admitting such a thing, couldn’t believe it even appealed to her.

  He placed his hands on her hips and drew her back towards him. “Parts of your arse are red,” he said. “But not your entire skin. Next time, when you’re more brave, when you say you’ll take as many as I want to give you, when you trust that I’ll give you a punishment that makes you come again and again, both your buttocks will be reddened. Imagine how sex will feel then, Sinead. Imagine.”

  She felt his cockhead at the entrance to her vagina.

  “I’ll set the pace,” he informed her.

  She could have screamed. She just wanted him hard and fast.

  He entered her with maddening slowness. He gave her time to accommodate his length and girth. “Down and dirty,” she said, trying not to sound as frustrated as she felt. “Please.”

  He smacked her smartly on her right hip.

  And that only made her hungrier.

  Even though he’d told her he wanted to set the pace, she thrust her hips backward.

  “Demanding sub, aren’t you? Do you understand rules?”

  “Do you understand that I’m hot for you, Sir?”

  Those must have been the right words because he started to move the way she wanted him to. He drove his cock in deeper, impaling her on its length. “Permission to come, Sir?”

  “Because you’re trying to top from the bottom, forgetting who’s the Dom, no. Hold it.”

  She breathed deep. She tightened her hands together and pulled strands of her own hair as a distraction.

  He pounded her relentlessly.

  He continually smacked her right flank, not hard, but with enough force to mark her, to sting, to make her even crazier with need.

  “Sir!”

  “Hold it,” he instructed. He smacked her harder.

  She tossed her head from side to side.

  “Come,” he commaned. He pulled out and drove forward with his entire power.

  She cried out his name as the orgasm pulsed through her, her pussy muscles contracting around his big cock. Her face was buried in the mattress and she couldn’t draw a deep breath.

  Her pussy was so full, her right hip burned from his slaps. Honestly she’d never had an orgasm like that before, as if drawn from the deepest parts of her.

  He traced her spine with his fingertips. “How are you doing?”

  “Never better,” she confessed. “Wanting you to come.”

  “You can put your hands where you want them,” he told her. “But I want you to bend your knees, more like you’re supporting your weight on your thighs. Keep your legs together. Now lean forward, your forehead on the mattress like before.”

  With his hands on her waist he pulled her back a bit and guided her into position. “You must have seen this in a book,” she said. “One I haven’t read.”

  He was silent, but she felt him against her entrance again. She stretched her hands in front of her, across the mattress. She grabbed hold of the bedspread when she realised what he was about.

  The position was more or less a modified squat, so that would make her passageway a bit smaller, probably tighter.

  He eased his fat cockhead inside her. She heard him open the bottle of lube. She froze.

  “Trust me. “We’re not going to do anything we haven’t already done.”

  “That means that massive thing isn’t going in my bowels?”

  “Crude,” he said. “And no, I’ve no intention of shoving my cock in yer arse. Today.”

  She shuddered.

  “Breathe, little sub.”

  “I think you’re too big for me this way.”

  “I think you’ll like it.”

  He pulled back then eased forward a couple of times. She heard the lube squirt, then felt his finger at her rear.

  It was so exquisitely painful that it was total pleasure.

  He pressed his thumb forward as he thrust his cock into her.

  She drew in a few breaths. She forced herself to uncurl her hands so she would relax more.

  He found a gentle rhythm, easing in a bit, pulling back. Going forward, then going back.

  “Bear down,” he told her.

  Closing her eyes, she did. He penetrated her arse and her pussy completely, simultaneously.

  She nearly exploded. His cock was jutting against her G-spot, and it felt as if there were no room. She was completely full of her Dom. “Oh God. Oh God, oh God!”

  “You can come any time,” he told her.

  She didn’t need any further encouragement. The slide of his steely, silky cock against her insides undid her. Panting, she came.

  He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back a bit as he continued to take her hard.

  “I…I’m going to come again.”

  “Do.”

  His permission, his command was all she needed. She climaxed a second time, her body shuddering with the force. Seconds later, his body went rigid.

  “Damn.” The word sounded like a curse as well as an exclamation.

  He ejaculated, thrusting into her, hol
ding her imprisoned.

  He remained behind her for long moments. Sweat cooled on her back, and he continued to hold her as if she were a cherished lover rather than a lifelong enemy.

  It would be so easy to succumb to that. It had been so long since she’d had any affection in her life. And she’d never had it after this kind of passionate sex.

  He leaned over and kissed her nape.

  “Stay there.” He withdrew his cock from her slowly.

  A part of her wondered how long she had to wait until they could do it again. The more rational part of her brain warned that she was getting in too deep with this man.

  She was tempted to get up and dress, but she was also mindful of her sore arse that was a result of disobeying him.

  Still she turned her head to watch what he was doing.

  He discarded the condom and took a small metal plug from the still-open dresser drawer. Oh no. She clenched her buttocks in silent protest.

  “Up on all fours,” he instructed. “Spread your knees as far apart as you can and arch your back so your rear sticks up.”

  It would be completely obscene, just like he preferred. The man was carnal.

  “Lovely,” he said when she got into position, confirming her thoughts.

  She’d never been with a man who appreciated a woman’s private area so much. Most men were interested in sex. She’d had the occasional hot pussy-licking, but this man was a connoisseur of a woman’s privates.

  “Now relax,” he encouraged, returning to her and grabbing the bottle of lube.

  “Easy for you to say.” More than ever she wanted to run.

  “This is a smallish one,” he told her, showing her the teardrop-shaped plug. “It’s a beginner’s size.”

  A beginner’s size? Surely he’d never try to put something bigger than that up there. Lord protect her, she never wanted to see the intermediate or advanced sizes.

  He brought the plug closer. “We’re skipping some of the others that are for training, because this one is lovely.

  It’s stainless steel. One of these days we can play with inserting it after I’ve stuck it in ice water. A whole new sensation.”

  Her gut contracted just from the threat.

  “See the base?”

  She blinked. The base was made up of tens of tiny pink crystals, winking in the light. “At the thickest part, this plug is thicker than my finger. I’ve already stretched your anus a bit, so it won’t be a big struggle for you to take it. I’ll work it in an out,” he explained, “until we get it all the way in. We’ll both need a bit of patience, I imagine, for the first time.”