Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive)

by Jordan Bell

  “What? Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.”

  Kelli’s eyes darted over to Kat then back at me and I scowled when I recognized that deviant glimmer.

  “I said, let’s start off the demonstrations, shall we? You’re a devil with rope, so I was hoping you’d demonstrate a Shinju tie for us?”

  I cleared my throat and lifted the maroon rope out of my gift box. “Of course. Would you like to kneel or stand?”

  Kelli leaned back and crossed her long, caramel legs and I should have known the moment I stood up I was in trouble. She crossed her hands over her knee, very proper like, and smiled as if she had no idea the trouble she had every intention of causing.

  “Actually, I had a better idea. Why don’t you demonstrate on Kat instead?”

  Kat’s head jerked up and she nearly dropped the Ben Wa box on the floor. The chimes inside the jade orbs rung softly as they knocked against the lid.

  “What? No, not me. Someone else.”

  Kat shook her head and wide-eyed she looked so fucking adorable. And young. Too young to be in this room, being asked to be tied up by an older man. And yet…yet there was something about the idea that I couldn’t shake. I wanted to know what it would feel like to possess her, if only just for a moment. If only for pretend.

  And it would give me the opportunity I needed to get her away from Eric’s grabby hands.

  “Take off your boots.” I moved to the center of the room where a small, platform ottoman had been set up for this occasion. The cushioning would provide much needed relief for those unused to being placed on their knees. “Then come here.”

  She froze, lips parted in a silent Oh, her green eyes peering up at me begging for a way out of this. I didn’t give it to her, and that was cruel, I knew, but as the image of her kneeling for me took root, I couldn’t let her wiggle her way out of it. I pointed at the ottoman and more firmly with my Dom voice, repeated my command.

  “Now, Kat.”

  This seemed break her terror and she set the Ben Wa box aside to lean over and undo the laces on her boots. Her fingers shook as she pulled the laces and watching her gave me a strange pleasure. I wondered what it would be like lace her in a corset or bind her to a whipping post.

  No! Are you mad? As soon as the thought was born guilt overwhelmed me. I had to get control of this situation immediately before my fantasies escaped into the demonstration we were about to do together.

  It took time but she finally pulled her boots off and stood up. I was momentarily enraptured by the shape of her calves and the knee-high socks she wore. They were colorful, pinks, blues, yellows, greens - totally incongruous with the classic black dress she wore. But they were so her, and I wanted to run my hands up them to where they gave way to milky white thighs, wide and soft and just a little on the thick side. I’d thought about those thighs before, guiltily but powerfully, and here they were, within my grasp. I just had to reach out and stroke them.

  Her hands traveled her torso and hips to straighten her dress and nervously but proudly she stepped into the center of the room with me. I didn’t even hesitate when I took hold of her arm at her elbow and directed her up onto the ottoman.

  “Kneel for me, Kat.”

  I could almost feel her heart racing as she lowered herself to her knees facing Kelli and Tyler. She didn’t look at anyone, embarrassed perhaps, but in avoiding their intent gazes she assumed a very submissive posture, eyes cast down a few feet in front of her. She held her knees close together and I took a moment to enjoy the lines of her body this position created. Her full, heavy breasts looked particularly beautiful like this. She settled her hands on her thighs.

  “Give me your eyes.”

  She didn’t react immediately and so I stepped beside her, captured her chin in my hands and gently pulled her face up to mine. Holding her like this…I almost couldn’t breathe. She possessed exquisitely soft skin. I stole another touch, stroked the line of her jaw to the point at her chin and held her still. “While we do this demonstration I need to know that I have your complete obedience and trust. This isn’t exactly a play scene, but I need to know you’ll listen to me so that I don’t unwittingly hurt you. Do you understand?”

  She swallowed, her strawberry pink lips parted, and she nodded. When I released my hold on her, she did not pull her eyes away from mine.

  God, they were so green.

  “Good. Here’s what you need to know. This shouldn’t hurt. I’m going to tie you in a way that might feel uncomfortable or foreign, but it shouldn’t hurt. If it hurts, if something is too tight or your hands or fingers go numb, I need you to tell me immediately. During a play scene, the way you would tell me is by using safe words. Do you know what a safe word is?”

  Kat turned her chin very slightly back and forth to indicate she did not know. I didn’t know if I was pleased or ashamed at being the person in her life to teach her what a safe word was and how to use it.

  “A safe word is how you will communicate to me when you need me to stop what I am doing and help you immediately. For this demonstration you will use the words Yellow and Red. You can use yellow if you need me to pause or slow down. You will use red when you need to be immediately released and the demonstration needs to end. You should not feel embarrassed about using either of these words and you must not hesitate. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, Kat, and I need to trust that you’ll use your safe words if you need to.” She nodded slowly, but her entire body screamed her tension. I needed to calm her down, so I touched her again beneath her chin, a reassuring touch that linked us briefly. “You won’t disappoint me if you use them, do you understand Kat?”

  Her whole body slowly uncoiled as my words released her anxiety and for a moment it felt like she was suspended on my fingertips. Nothing in the world mattered but where we were joined. “I understand.”

  “Repeat the words to me.”

  “Yellow if I need you to pause, red if I need you to stop.”

  I stroked her jawline tenderly. “Good girl, Kat. Very good.”

  My encouragement made her smile and I would have given anything to bottle it so I would never forget the look she gave me then. It made my heart hurt unconditionally.

  “Now, place your hands behind your back so that your forearms are stacked and your palms rest against the opposite elbow.”

  Without being asked, she returned her eyes forward to gaze at Kelli and formed the position I described to her. I unwound the rope, already cut to the length I needed, formed a loop, and wrapped it three times around her arms at the center of her back where they met. The Shinju tie was a simple one, but all my thoughts centered around the woman kneeling before me, my little Kat, and I had to force myself to concentrate so I could complete the tie correctly.

  With the first knot completed, I gathered her hair into my hands and shifted it so I could lean down and speak close to her ear. When my lips brushed her skin I felt a shiver pass through her and travel through me. “Are you doing alright, Kat?”

  “Yes,” she whispered back, and turned her face towards mine a fraction of an inch but enough to put my mouth dangerously close to hers. I wondered if she would taste like sugar and vanilla the way she smelled. “I’m ok, Josh.”

  Josh. Most women I bound called me Sir, as appropriate, and I preferred it. But there was something sweet and touching about her calling me by my name as she had since she was a little girl. It closed the distance between us that usually existed in these scenes. This girl spoke my name every day, but this moment was different and we both knew it.

  I took up the rope and prepared to wrap it around her body when I realized exactly what technique I was demonstrating for this group.

  The Shinju required the rope to be passed above and below her breasts several times and that I would have to touch them. For a moment all I could do was stand still beside her and try to control my breathing, my heart rate, and the panic that seized me. I had no doubt Kelli had done this on purpose knowing I wouldn’t think far enough a
head to suggest a different tie, one that wouldn’t require me to caress Kat’s full, heavy breasts.

  Whatever game Kelli was playing was a dangerous one, one I might never forgive her for. It wasn’t all Kelli’s fault though. I knew I could stop. I could call it off and send Kat back to the couch.

  Except I didn’t want to stop.

  We were in so much trouble.

  I didn’t want to embarrass her so I started moving again, but I’d no sooner grazed the curve of her breast than she gave a little gasp and my erection responded powerfully against its constraints. I didn’t know anymore which of us was the one being tied up and controlled.

  The rest of the room disappeared as I wound the rope across her. Before I lost my nerve I gathered one of her breasts in my hand, its plump softness filling my palm. I badly wanted to caress her right there in front of everyone. I wanted to know if she enjoyed this as much as I did. But I restrained myself even as her eyes lost focus and drifted up to me and even as I felt the softest vibrations pass through her body as she moaned too low to hear.

  My erection jerked and throbbed, desperate for this beautiful girl in front of me. I did not want her to glance down at see what she was doing to me.

  And a part of me desperately wanted her to know.

  I drew the tension in the rope towards me once I’d returned behind her. I wrapped it around the new center post from her shoulders and formed a ‘v’ from her upper arms to the knot supporting her wrists above the original tie. Standing behind her was easier and I tried desperately to scrub her gasp from my memory, along with the way her nipple had felt hardening against my palm

  The next pass went beneath her breasts and once again I took my time to handle each one. I held her gaze when I drug my thumb across her nipples, a private touch I hid between our close bodies so no one could see. A look of longing touched her eyes and her breath quickened. I held her still as the emotions welled up, one right after the other. She offered me a beautiful struggle over giving in and holding back, but in the end I won. She dipped her chin against her chest as I took liberties with caressing each breast as I drew the rope beneath them. This time when she moaned it was loud enough for everyone to enjoy.

  I returned the rope behind her, cinched it round her arms on both sides, and ended the tie in a beautiful, symmetrical knot. When I had her fully bound I knelt behind her on the ottoman and took her bound arms in my hands. I pulled her back against my body and pressed my mouth to her ear so she could hear my breathing, my barely restrained desire.

  “Good girl, Kitten. I am so proud of you.”

  My words overwhelmed her and she wilted against me. I wanted to kiss her mouth, her eyelids, her cheeks. I wanted to worship her lovely, upturned face and I considered the consequences of scooping her up and carrying her to a bedroom.

  6

  ____________

  Kat

  “Beautiful, Josh,” Kelli breathed. She sat up, a sheen of sweat making her skin glow as if she’d been the one bound instead. “Your technique, as always, is flawless.”

  “But what does it feel like?” A guest in a domino mask leaned forward to inspect the shape of the rope. I didn’t know how to answer her, couldn’t find my voice or order my thoughts in any shape that made sense.

  What I knew was that I felt deeply, inconsolably vulnerable in this position and the only solace I found came from the heat of Josh’s body kneeling protectively behind mine. At least, that’s what I imagined he was doing, protecting me as I knelt bound to him literally as well as emotionally.

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on my heartbeats. At first, and especially when he touched my body with his full, strong hands, my heart had raced out of control until I thought I might pass out. Twice I considered safewording when I thought I was going drown from panic, but both times he’d sensed my unraveling control and reassured me. I could still feel his mouth against my skin and the husky, growly voice that had praised me for my submission. The panic eased both times until I could breathe and now that I knelt before him, his rope holding me still, the sense of adrenaline soaked excitement and terror eased away and left behind a strange sense of comfort and affection.

  The ropes did not hurt and, in fact, weren’t uncomfortable in the slightest. I felt a deep stretch between my shoulder blades through my biceps down to my tail bone. I let out a breath and sank forward into the stretch, allowing my body to relax against the bindings. They constricted, tight enough to hold me together even when I felt at my wildest.

  “Kat?” Julie sat forward, concern furrowing her brow, and that seemed to snap me out of the trance that threatened to suck me under entirely. I lifted my eyes lazily to meet hers. I should have felt embarrassed at being seen like this by my best friend, but that emotion didn’t come. Instead peace lingered along the whooshing, rhythmic tide of my heartbeats.

  “I’m…” The words fled from me. I couldn’t articulate what I was feeling if I tried and to my relief Josh seemed to understand. His hands, long familiar to me, stroked the length of my arms over the bumps of rope pressing and stretching my skin, down my elbows and back up. He captured my blonde hair in his hands, wound it around his fingers and pulled slowly until my head tilted back at his control, the pressure very lightly painful.

  “Shhh, it’s alright Kitty Kat, take your time. You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” I recognized Josh’s deep timbre, but it wasn’t the voice I heard him use day in and day out at the bar. This one vibrated along my spine, deepened to the core of me.

  His praise warmed the blossom of pleasure I’d felt earlier between my legs when he told me he liked to dominate young women and I understood. I understood the vibration in his voice was desire, barely restrained, extremely private, and wholly my doing.

  Josh tightened his grip and pulled harder until I arched back, my body straining against the ropes until I couldn’t bend any further and still he pulled until the pain increased and cut right through the fog in my thoughts. The warmth flared and involuntarily I squeezed my thighs. I wondered if he knew what he was doing to my body, but of course he did. I had no doubt he knew exactly what complicated emotions he was creating inside me.

  My lips parted and a sound escaped, something like a moan and a whine and I realized how it must sound to the rest of the room. An admission of my excitement. My soul begging for more.

  I opened my eyes and found Josh bent over me, upside down but tracing my face with his eyes. His hand that did not grip my hair and force my body into this unnatural position hesitated before lowering to stroke gently along my jaw to my mouth. It was such a juxtaposition against the constant, low pain he inflicted by pulling my hair.

  The two together, the adoration and pain, unraveled me.

  Touch me, I thought. Touch me, Josh. Please. Every inch of my body ached to be stroked by those fingers and while I should have been embarrassed by such a thought, that emotion never came. I had never allowed myself to want Josh like this, never considered he’d ever think of me as anyone but a kid sister. The way he looked at me with those hooded, lustful eyes, I knew those days were long over.

  “Josh,” I answered, though he’d never vocalized any question. Yes. Whatever you want from me, yes. A million times yes.

  Were there other people in the room? I couldn’t remember anymore. He forced me to see only him, to feel only his hands. Speaking was difficult in this strained position and the way his name escaped my lips felt like something essential that lived inside of me and broke free.

  He faltered, his hard, controlled continence slipping with the sound of his name breathed from my body. He slid his fingers down the curve of my throat and bent slowly, hesitantly to my open face. I thought he was going to kiss me, hopedprayedneeded his mouth to touch mine. Instead his lips fell against my forehead, hot like the fire in my belly, burned irrevocably like a brand against my skin.

  “You are so beautiful. Thank you for letting me bind you, Kat.”

  Josh released me then and stepped back. His praise
made my heart ache and as soon as the heat of his body no longer warmed mine, I felt a tremendous, unexplainable sense of loss. I couldn’t see him behind me, couldn’t turn to find him, couldn’t sense him. I felt strangely alone even though more than a dozen pairs of eyes watched my every move.

  For the first time, embarrassment rushed over me. Anger that these strangers had witnessed that moment between us overpowered the pleasure I’d only moments ago felt. Why had he let me go?

  You are so beautiful.

  I tried to hang on to his words, but they felt fleeting and temporary now.

  “He’s right, you did very well for your first time.” Tyler stood up and produced a pocketknife from his suit pocket. “The untying part can be time consuming, so we’ll just cut you free tonight.”

  “No.” Josh’s voice stopped Tyler in his tracks. “I mean, I’ll do it.”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t suggest otherwise.” Tyler turned the closed pocketknife over to Josh’s outstretched hand and clapped his hands. “Why don’t Kelli and I go get some refreshments? Then we can talk about bondage before we move on to the discipline portion of tonight’s festivities.”

  Josh returned to the space directly behind me and I felt the ropes shift and tug as he worked the blade beneath them to cut me free. As each twist in the rope loosened, I felt a strange gratification and feelings of being rescued.

  My hands were the last to be separated and it took some time because of how many loops he’d made around them. He slid one hand free then lowered himself to the ottoman beside me and abandoned the knife to personally unknot the last restraint around my wrist.

  Once free, Josh explored the indentations the rope made on my arms with his fingertips. He grazed the red marks, his expression guarded, and I badly wanted to know what he was thinking.

  What I really wanted to know was whether or not I’d turned him on.

  I searched his face for some indication, but was left unanswered. His eyes met mine only once and then for only a moment before he drew away completely and stood.