by Powerone
continued until she was satisfied again, her mind remembering how James had taken her
last night.
CHAPTER 10
Sweet Surrender
She looked out her window to see James sitting on his patio, the umbrella was up,
keeping the direct light off the laptop he was concentrating on. She had masturbated early this morning, but in spite of that, she was still aroused. What James had done to her
excited her in a strange way. And she wanted more of it. She realized that she would have to trust James more than any man she had trusted before, but that is what drove her
arousal.
Carrie put on her bikini after eating a light breakfast so she could spend some time at the beach. She slipped out the side door, taking her laptop with her to work on a novel her boss had sent her to edit, not wanting to disturb James. She walked the short distance to the beach, the sands deserted except for a few people walking their dogs. She spread out her blanket and laid down on it, the warm sun felt good in spite of the cool breeze blowing off the ocean. She closed her eyes for about half an hour before she got up and decided to do some work. She took out the laptop and began editing the latest novel. She wanted to make sure that she kept up her end of the bargain with her boss. She really didn't want to leave. At least not now. James intrigued her far too much.
James got a lot written, he preferred the early morning, his creative juices flowing
much more then. He worked best while aroused and morning provided that. He had
caught a glimpse of Carrie leaving her cottage, her lovely body barely hidden by her bikini.
She provided inspiration for the next chapter, James typing away for almost two hours
straight before he stopped to take a break. He rearranged his cock in his shorts, the
thoughts of Carrie and the latest chapter in his novel kept him hard.
He let her creep up on him, seeing her out of the corner of his eye, in spite of his
fingers clicking away at the keyboard. He looked at his watch, a bit after two. Today was one of those days where the words just flowed out from his fingertips; of course there were some days he had to struggle. He had gotten down most of the words that were
inspired by his night with Candy. Would Carrie be as willing as Candy?
"Are you writing about me?" She was almost behind him, dropping off her stuff at her cottage before coming over to see James. She was still wearing her bikini, liking the way she looked in it. And from the look on James' face, he did too.
"Not yet," he looked up at her, enjoying the sight of her half naked body. Her skin was pale with an abundance of freckles that was common for natural redheads. And a natural she was, confirmed by her red bush. The bottoms just barely covered her ass.
"What do I have to do to get into one of your novels?" She was almost afraid to ask.
He had already taken her mouth while her hands were bound. He wrote erotica and by the indications of the night he had with Candy, it involved bondage and Carrie was almost
afraid to think of what else. She wasn't sure what she was asking for.
"Have dinner and drinks with me tonight. There is a local band down on Butler Street.
I was told they are good."
"And that will get me in your novel?" She smiled at him.
"No, but if you are bad, I'll take you back here and show you some ways to get into my novel." James' cock was rock hard at the thought of taking her to his bed tonight. A place where he had all the necessary equipment to fully explore her.
She turned her back to him and slowly walked away, shaking her ass at him. "So it's bad I have to be? Would you spank a poor little ole gal like me?" Her favorite Southern drawl was back. She slapped her ass lightly to tease him.
"I would insist on it. And much more. You have to be taught your proper place." He turned his chair so she could see the bulge in his pants, his hand going down to rub it blatantly.
"You're going to keep me wet all day. Pick me up at seven. I can hardly wait to see what you'll teach me." She turned her back completely to him, her ass swinging
exaggerated as she walked back to her cottage. God, what had she just agreed to? Or
asked for?
Carrie was never as nervous for a date as she was tonight. She took an hour to pick out her clothes, in spite of knowing that James would have her stripped naked before the night was over. She had never gone this fast with a man before, Carrie was not sure why she was doing it. James seemed to have a power over her, a control. And he knew it and took full advantage of it.
James was on time, Carrie opening the door for him. She had on a short, dark blue
dress that clung to her body. Her long legs on high heels made her look taller than she was. James couldn't deny she had a luscious body. "If you keep looking this good each time I pick you up, we might not get out the door very often."
"Yes, but I would hate to miss the anticipation. Seeing your eyes stare at me, trying to imagine what your mind is conjuring up that you are mentally doing to me." Carrie let him in, her eyes going immediately to the front of his pants. She could see that she aroused him, enjoying that she did have some measure of control over him.
"Maybe you have more imagination than I do."
"We'll see. I was promised a lot tonight." She teased him, hoping that she didn't push him too far.
"Let's go. I'll take care of the hunger in your stomach first. Then we'll work on some of your other appetites." Tonight would be an interesting night. He would either scare her away or drag her in so far that she would never return to her plain vanilla past. He
expected the latter.
Dinner was light; neither of them particularly hungry, salads filled them up. James kept the conversation light, talking a little about Tybee Island and what he had discovered of the place. He talked a bit about his writing, though he stayed away from the exact type of books that he wrote.
"I've published sixteen novels. Most of them were number one."
"Why do you think they do so well?"
"I like to believe that I get into the heads of my readers. As well as between their legs.
I tend to like to write the fine details, where some excellent writers tell their stories differently, letting the reader fill in the blanks.
"So, from where do you get all your ideas? And the details?"
"I do love the research. And I do have some experience. Along with a very vivid
imagination."
"Research as in Candy?"
"I must confess, I have never run out of willing volunteers."
"So am I a research subject?" She let him savor the statement. "Not that I am complaining, I just like to know where I stand. Or in your case, where I lay."
"As I said, we have a relationship starting. We'll just have to see how it evolves. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"Surprised, I am sure of that. But I am a patient person. And like you say in your writing, you do get into my head." They both had a cup of coffee, lingering as the band in the next room began to warm up.
They didn't drink much, both of them wanting clear heads for when they went home.
The band was fairly good, not as good as they expected. A little too much head banging music for James' taste, though they did tend to mellow out later in the evening. James did get to manage a few slow dances with Carrie, the jukebox was turned on during the
band's break. He held her close, Carrie feeling as if she fitted so perfectly against him as they danced slowly across the dance floor. It was only ten-thirty when Carrie reached over to James. "Would you like to take me home now? Your home? I don't think I can wait much longer." She took his hand and placed it on her naked leg, her legs parting slightly to allow him unfettered access to where ever he desired.
James' hand caressed her smooth, satiny inner thigh, her skirt pulling up higher as he crept up towards her pussy. He teased between her legs, pulling her skirt back, his finger running alo
ng the edge of her panties. She did little to stop him, her legs spread wider now. Luckily, it was dark in the room. "Yes, let's go."
They kissed in the car; James was unable to take his hands off her, his large hand
squeezing one of her breasts while she arched her back to press it deeper into his strong hand. Her skirt had hiked up high, her panties revealed, one finger tracing over her mound until Carrie's ass rose up from the seat, wanting a stronger touch on her pussy. "Hold out for a few more minutes," he urged her, her kiss still lingering on his lips as he put the car in gear, speeding off the short miles home.
It looked different on the inside, Carries only vision of the living room was from the window outside. It was tastefully decorated, though you could tell a man decorated it. It lacked the things that a woman would add to the room, the little personal touches. She stood there in the center of the room, almost nervously, feeling a little like Candy probably did last week.
"I think the bedroom would be more appropriate, don't you think Carrie."
"YYESSS," Carrie nervously stammered. It was different now. Before it was just play, something to happen in the future. Now it was suddenly upon her. What was she getting
her self into? She walked down the short hallway as if it were her last steps.
"Are you scared?" James could see it in her eyes.
"A little. I'm not sure what I'm doing." She walked into the bedroom, surprised by how big it was. The bed filled the center of the room, a high poster bed, four massive beams of carved wood shooting majestically up to the ceiling from each corner.
"You won't have to do anything. Take off your dress." James was already unzipping the back of it, Carrie not doing anything to stop him. He pushed it off her shoulders, looking over to see her breasts, rising and falling from her rapid breathing, tightly
contained in the lacey white bra. The thin material could do little to contain the hard nipples that pushed out the cups of the bra. He pushed the dress down off her arms,
sliding it over her full hips until it fell to her feet. He bent down to pick it up, inhaling her sweet scent of arousal. "Step out of it." She complied willingly, James' eyes on her sex as she lifted each leg.
She watched as James picked up the dress and put it on a hanger, hanging it neatly
in his closet, all while she stood there in her bra and panties. It didn't seem real. She did the unthinkable. Before he turned around, she slipped off her bra and panties and stood naked in front of him, except for her high heels. She felt a rush of juices between her legs, spreading her legs slightly, hoping that James wouldn't notice it. Or maybe hoping that he would.
James turned to see her naked in front of him, her full breasts pushed up high, her
nipples hard and pointed, the dark tips and areolas highlighting her pale skin. His gaze quickly fell to between her legs, her red bush enthralling him. He saw the drops of fluids on the silky hairs glistening in the light like dew on the flowers in the morning. He didn't touch her, not yet. He went over to the large, four-drawer chest and opened the top
drawer.
She expected him to take her; her body was naked and ready. Instead, he was
fumbling in the top drawer of his dresser; strange sounds coming as he intently looked for something in particular. He turned towards her, her eyes opening wide when she saw
them. Thick leather straps, many of them. She looked at the bed and suddenly the posters on the corners all made sense now. "DDDDo you want me on the bed?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.
"Yes, in the center. On your back. You can take off your heels. You won't need them."
He walked to the bed, moving to the head of it as Carrie slowly sat on the bed, kicking off her shoes. She looked at him as though she had changed her mind, but instead, she lay
back down on the bed, laying her head on the pillow as her legs stretched out in front of her.
The bed sheets were cool as her body lay down on them. The pillows were
overstuffed, comfortable as she put her head down on them. Her legs were together and
tightly clamped together, though she knew they would not stay that way long. She
watched James sorting out the leather straps, four of them. Two for her arms and two for her legs. She would be spread eagle on the bed. Naked and spread. She felt her pussy
get wetter at the thought of being bound.
"Give me your hand." James' hand was outstretched, waiting for Carrie to submit. She would only have one choice. To submit to be bound or not. Once she submitted to being
bound, her choices would be no longer hers; James would take what he wanted from her
lovely body. Whether she liked it or not.
Every fiber in her body said no, don't do it, but her hand had a mind of its own,
stretching up until she felt the familiar touch of James' hand on her. His grip was powerful, once he took her wrist, she surrendered. It felt strange to feel the leather strap go around her wrist, James pulling the metal into the hole to secure it. It felt too tight, but Carrie had little control of the situation. The other end of the strap was long, over two feet. James pulled the end towards one mammoth post. She didn't notice it before, but the wood was worn, she was sure that the straps had been used before, Carrie's mind began racing. It wasn't as if James never had any other women before or bound them to his bed. How
many women had he subjected to the same thing? What happened to them after he was
finished with them? She felt him fumbling with the leather strap for a minute and then he moved to the other side of the bed.
James watched Carrie as she looked up at the corner of the bed. Her arms tested the
strap, pulling on it until it resisted. Her breasts were rising and falling, her breathing ragged. He could see a bead a sweat on her forehead, in spite of the coolness of the
night. He reached the other side of the bed. Now for the final test of Carrie's resolve. "Give me your other hand." He could have just grabbed her hand and Carrie would be effectively tied to the bed, but he wanted her surrender. Her final surrender.
Carrie hesitated for a second, feeling her body sweating in spite of being naked in the cool room. It wasn't what she had expected, not that she could have expected any of this.
Her arm moved up until James grabbed her other wrist, the smell of leather suddenly
filling her nose. It was as if her whole world was the leather straps. She felt James secure the strap to her wrist, tight like the other one. It dug into her wrist; Carrie was able to feel her pulse pounding. She felt her arms stretched wide, turning her head to see James
pulling the other end of the strap, wrapping it around the base of the other post. She felt the pull on her arms, not expecting them to be spread so wide. It suddenly shot into her mind. What would it be like when he did that to her legs? Spread so wide that her crotch would ache. Spread and bound! She tried to calm herself; her heart was racing so fast.
She looked down, her breasts shoved up high, the muscles in her arms taut from the wide spread. She tugged on both arms, no play in either of them. She looked up at the twin
posts that held her arms spread, it finally dawning on her that she was unable to stop anything that James wanted to do to her. She was bound tight. And James was not
finished; his hands were still holding two more leather straps.
He didn't say anything to her. Nothing was necessary. He didn't want to calm her
nerves, he preferred instead that she be on the edge. He found that it would increase the arousal in her body. He could see a coat of sweat glistening on her body. Soon he would have her completely bound and then he would be able to enjoy her body. She would be
surprised at the things he would do to her. Very surprised. He moved to the foot of the bed, standing in the center. Not needing her cooperation any longer, he took her foot in his hand. He caressed it first, his fingers massaging it, Carrie beginning to squirm. His eyes looked up between her legs, her movements gi
ving him quick glimpses of her pink
pussy. He picked up the other leather strap, the leg straps wider and longer. He wrapped it around her ankle, watching as she looked at him with those beautiful big green eyes. He tightened the strap on her ankle until the black leather dug a groove in her white skin. He wanted to make sure she felt the power he had over her. He didn't do anything with the other end of the strap, he let it fall on the bed. He picked up the other strap and secured her other ankle in the same manner.
Her thigh muscles were tight, she held her legs tightly together as if she could stop
him from his ultimate goal of spreading her legs wide. But he didn't bother, securing both leather cuffs on her ankles before he stopped and looked up at her, a smirk on his face as he gazed at his handiwork. She looked down, his cock protruding the front of his pants, farther than she had ever seen it. He was excited from the bondage he was placing her in.
He scooped up one of her ankles, pulling it obscenely to one side of the bed, Carrie sliding along the smooth sheets, unable to stop him. Her other leg moved in the same direction, though she knew it would only be temporary. She felt him tugging on the leather strap, James finally stepping back. She tugged one leg, it was secured tight. Too tight. And too far.
It was now time to reveal all of Carrie. He gripped her other leg, sure that she would fight this one, no matter how much she agreed to submit. Her legs would be spread wide, wider than she had ever voluntarily spread them for any lover. It would be uncomfortable at first, though she would soon forget it; other matters would take a more pressing priority.
"Relax your leg. It'll do no good to fight me." His tone was demanding.
She didn't know why, but when she tried to relax her body failed to respond. James