Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure

by Sindra van Yssel

  “You look fantastic,” he said. “I was wondering whether we could continue where we left off.”

  “Here?” That was problematic, with Valerie around. “Or out there?” She waved aimlessly. The dungeon was scary in its own way, although the idea set her pulse racing. Okay, maybe I am turned on by showing off. That doesn’t mean I want to do it.

  He grinned. “Better be out there. Valerie needs her beauty sleep. By the way, Valerie, it’s after ten.”

  “Bah,” said Val. “That’s ungodly on a Saturday. But give me a few to get dressed and I’ll get out of your way.”

  To her surprise, Emma felt a little disappointed.

  “We’ll be waiting outside,” said Diego.

  “We will?”

  “Yes.” He took her hand in his, settled the other hand around her waist, and pulled her outside. A couple were walking by. “Hi, Diego,” both said at once.

  “Hi,” he said. “Busy now.” He pinned her against the wall and kissed her. His hard chest pressed her breasts, and his leg ended up between hers, nudging her skirt up and rubbing between her thighs deliciously. But it was the kiss that took her breath away and made her close her eyes to focus on it. His tongue invaded her mouth, taking what he wanted. What she wanted too. She kissed him back eagerly, barely registering the giggles of his friends as they continued on.

  They were still kissing when Valerie emerged, wrapped in a towel and apparently wearing nothing else but thigh-high boots, carrying a corset and a leather skirt. “In a domme mood today,” she announced. “Of course, that could change. Have fun, Emma. Oh, and Diego?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Fuck her good. It’s been a while for her.”

  “Valerie!” Was no secret safe? But she knew Valerie meant well, so she wasn’t angry so much as exasperated.

  “I will,” said Diego.

  Emma blushed.

  Valerie walked toward the showers.

  “Now then. Are you sure you want to go into your room? Because I’m perfectly capable of taking you in the dungeon, tied up and helpless. Or right here.” He slipped his hand under her skirt, along the outside of her thigh, and tugged at the waistband of her panties.

  “No. Inside.”

  Diego chuckled and went into the room with her. He shut the door behind them. “Should I lock it? In case Valerie forgets and comes back?”

  “Or decides we wouldn’t mind.”

  “Or wants a threesome.”

  “You would mind that?”

  “Yes, actually. I want to focus on you.” His gaze felt hot suddenly. Focused was a good word for it, like what a magnifying glass did to sunlight. She’d have to be careful not to get burned with him. It would be so easy to fall in love with a man like him, and it would be such a mistake. She looked away, but her gaze rested on the bed. Was that where they were headed? Good morning, let’s fuck? Part of her wanted to. She was feeling aroused from the kiss and from the feeling of his hard thigh rubbing against her.

  “Lock it,” she said. She knew it was dangerous to be alone with a strange man, but the way he’d asked her, even though he was supposed to be the dom, made her trust him.

  He turned and twisted the lock shut, then turned to face her. “Now, are you prepared to follow directions?”

  She blinked. She hadn’t been thinking straight. Following directions sounded lovely, but any directions? “Um, maybe.”

  “You have your safe word. But if you’d like to discuss limits, we should do that now. Before we get carried away.”

  Carried away was what I almost was. “What kind of limits?”

  “That’s up to you.”

  “Fine. Um, we stay in this room.”

  He brushed her cheek with his hand. “We can do that, Emma. Is going out there what scares you most?”

  “Well. It’s what I think you might want to do.”

  He chuckled. “That’s not usually where a sub starts with limits.”

  “Maybe I’m not very submissive.”

  “Maybe.” He looked doubtful. “We’ll have to find out. But we will stay in this room, unless we negotiate otherwise later.”

  “Good.” That’s what I want, isn’t it? The public scene had stirred things in her she wasn’t sure she wanted stirred. And had turned her on powerfully. What if I can’t get as turned on with him alone? Will he be disappointed? And what will it say about me?

  He brushed the side of her breast with the same motion he’d used earlier for her cheek, and it sent shivers through her. “Anything else?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  “Good answer. It’s impossible to think of everything. And when you’re new to the scene, that’s even more true as you don’t know everything I might do to you.”

  She nodded. “Where’s your toy bag, anyway?”

  He grinned. “I’ve got what I need. The bag is in the dungeon. If you want toys, we’d have to go there, but I don’t need them to show you a good time.” He kissed her lightly, his lips barely brushing hers. She could feel the heat of his breath on her. “You’re ready to submit.”

  “I am?” She trembled. Her knees felt weak.

  “You are.”

  “How do you know?”

  His lips brushed against hers again. “You give off a dozen signals. Your breath. Your pulse. The way your eyes look at mine and then shift away. The way your nipples tighten when I touch a few inches away.” He unbuttoned another button on her blouse.

  She looked down and saw that her nipples had made an impression, even through her bra and blouse. Well, both were a bit flimsy. But now that he’d drawn attention to them, they ached. “Yes, Sir.” Hopefully that was enough consent for him, because she didn’t feel like more conversation.

  He unbuttoned one more button, leaving two still attached, and pulled back the blouse so that her breasts popped right out of it. “Beautiful, Emma.” He squeezed each peak lightly through the bra, the lace feeling scratchy against the tender nubs. “Kneel.”

  She blinked and then slowly sank to her knees. It wasn’t graceful. She had to look up to him even normally, but now he looked like a mountain. She stared up at him. The floor was hard, but she didn’t want to disappoint him by complaining. She hoped he didn’t make her stay there long.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Spread your knees apart.”

  She glanced down. He pulled her chin up. “No. Keep your gaze on me. I’m watching you, Emma. That you can’t hide from. I will watch every move you make, feel every twitch. I’ll see you when you come for me.”

  Yeah. Him watching was enough to make her toes curl. “Maybe you won’t be able to make me come.”

  “Not a chance.”

  His confidence was intoxicating, but it wasn’t always that easy. Especially when she was nervous. Her sore knees were definitely going to be a distraction. Still, she did as he asked and spread her knees while keeping her gaze on him.

  “Good girl,” he said. “It would look even more beautiful if you were naked. Would you like being naked for me, Emma?”

  Damn him. Still, admitting enjoying being naked with a lover wasn’t as bad as enjoying it in a crowd. “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He grinned. “Good.” She didn’t know whether he was complimenting her desire or her saying it properly, but either way she couldn’t help but smile. Why did she want to please him so much? She’d heard Valerie talk about the wild things she’d done, whether topping or subbing, and they’d sounded enticing. Especially when Valerie talked about being made to do things. But Val hadn’t talked about how good it felt to be pleasing.

  “You’ve done a good job keeping your eyes steady,” Diego said. “Remember that’s what I want. Some doms like you to avert your gaze to show respect. But I want to know your eyes are on me when you’re kneeling, anticipating, wanting to see my reactions. Still, it’s time to take you to another place.”

  “You promised!” she protested.

  He chuckled. “Not a
nother physical place. Another mental space. Close your eyes.”

  It took a moment for that to settle in. She decided she trusted him. She closed her eyes. Moments later she felt a blindfold pressing lightly on them, then wrapped tightly around the back of her head. Everything was black. Oh.

  She felt him pull her blouse out of her skirt and then unbutton the remaining buttons. He unbuttoned the sleeves. Then he pulled it off her. Her bra followed. The cool air on her chest reminded her again of the way he’d clamped her nipples and of his much more recent touch. Her stomach being bare seemed to make her attention flow down toward her pussy, even though that was perfectly covered. She wished it wasn’t.

  Yes, I like being naked in front of you.

  He touched her breasts with featherlight fingers, giving her gooseflesh. By the time he brushed against her peaks, they were hard and aching. Something warm and wet touched them. His tongue. He sucked her in. He picked up her hands and held them. She giggled.

  “What’s funny?” He had to stop sucking to ask, and she regretted laughing because of it.

  “It’s so tender. You holding my hands. You sucking on my breasts. Not exactly S and M, is it?”

  “Not everything has to be. You’re in my control. Dominance and submission, that’s what I’m interested in, not pain for pain’s sake.” He kissed each tip one more time.

  That made sense. Her dreams about whips and such had never been about the pain. That’s why doing it with Valerie didn’t work. It wasn’t about the sensation; it was about the connection. And for this connection, her knees could endure anything.

  “I love your surrender.” His lips brushed across hers, but when she tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back. “No. I decide.”

  She pouted.

  “Trust me. Even if you’re not getting exactly what you want right at the moment, trust me.”

  It had worked the night before. “Yes, Sir.”

  He stood, still holding her hands. “Stand up now. I’ll stop you from falling.”

  Why would I fall? But when she rose, she realized what he meant. It was harder without seeing even if the motions were exactly the same. He slid his hand to her elbow to steady her. When she was stable, he let go entirely. She felt his absence almost like a physical blow.

  It must have showed on her face, because he said, “Easy. Trust. I won’t leave you. Stand straight and proud.” He wasn’t far away.

  She tried her best to do as he requested. Without visual cues, it was hard to have a sense if she was doing a good job. She heard his footsteps around her. Was he circling her, inspecting? She imagined the heat of his gaze on her and blushed. Did he like what he saw? When he stepped behind her, she reached up to scratch the side of her nose and maybe, just maybe, to nudge the blindfold enough to get a glimpse.

  He caught her wrist in a viselike grip before she had a chance. “I don’t think so.” He grabbed the other hand and pulled it behind her. Soon he held both wrists in one firm hand. She tried to get free. She couldn’t.

  Soft fabric wrapped around both wrists and then tightened. It brushed against her butt and the back of her knees, as well, so there was plenty left over. It hadn’t been anything he’d brought with him then. Whatever he used to tie her with was too big to have been in his pockets. My blouse. It had the same silky feel. She pulled on it, but she knew the fabric would tear before the knot gave.

  “Want to struggle, little treasure? I don’t mind.”

  “Grr.”

  He cupped her boobs. “Such nice breasts you have. They fit just right in my hand, you know. And your nipples get so hard and long.” He let go, and she heard him move his feet. “Lovely to feel. Lovely to look at.”

  “Are you staring at them?” she demanded.

  “Yes. Stand up straight. Arch your back. Chest out. Present it for my view as well as you can.”

  Her cheeks had to be bright red by now, but she did as he directed. Her breasts didn’t stand up the way she would have liked, so she was grateful for the blindfold. On the other hand, she wanted to see whether he approved. It would make all the difference. The blindfold changed so much.

  “They’re beautiful, Emma. Absolutely stunning.” He flicked one nipple. It stung for a moment, and then it ached. She wanted to be touched again. Even like that. “Yes, I definitely like you topless. In fact, I insist on it. Not that you’re in any position to change things.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” If she couldn’t see his reaction, at least he was telling her. She tightened the muscles in her upper back, holding her posture.

  He flicked again. “You like that, do you?”

  “No. Yes.”

  He kissed the aching nipple. “Poor baby.” Then he flicked it again, and she moaned. She didn’t know what he was going to do next. The uncertainty mirrored her answer in a way.

  His face was suddenly close enough to her cheek that she could feel his breath. “You do realize I’m going to fuck you, don’t you,” he said softly.

  “Yes, Sir.” She did now.

  “Touching you makes me hard. Looking at you makes me hard. What we did last night, well, you know. And I can’t wait to bury my hard cock in your pussy.”

  “Then why are we standing up?”

  “Because we’re going to do it my way.”

  His way. “Yes, Sir.” She hoped she didn’t sound too eager. How can I want something so much when I don’t even know what it is?

  She felt his hands on the outside of her thighs, rising to her hips, lifting her skirt. “It may involve a little discomfort, but no pain. The important thing I want you to keep in mind is that it will be exactly the way I want it. Would you like to take a little discomfort for me, Emma?”

  Would I like to. Not would I be willing to, but would I like to. Still, not pain. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He pulled her panties down. “Honestly, I don’t know why you bother with these things.”

  “Aren’t you wearing underwear?”

  “Nope. You know, I was going to hike your skirt up, but now that I’ve caught a glimpse of your lovely ass, I don’t want to deprive myself of the view.” He unbuttoned her skirt on the side and pulled it down too. It pooled with her panties around her ankles. She wasn’t sure she trusted her balance enough to step away from them.

  She didn’t need to. He picked her up. She kicked, reaching for the ground instinctively, and hit something with the toe of her shoe. It had to be his shin, but he didn’t complain. Instead, he carried her somewhere.

  “Yes. Right here.” He set her back down and helped her get stable again. Then he let her go entirely. She tried to stay calm. Something rustled loudly. Maybe the sheets. Maybe she was next to the bed.

  She remembered how he’d asked her to stand. Of course, she hadn’t been all the way naked then, but she tried anyway. Back arched. Chest out. She didn’t even know if he was looking at her. She hoped he was, though. He was right that she liked an audience. Him.

  He touched her shoulder. “You’re lovely, Emma. Let me take my clothes off. Sorry you’re not allowed to watch.”

  “I want to see you.”

  “You will.”

  “Naked.”

  “When I decide to take your blindfold off, you will. Not yet.”

  All she could do was imagine. And her imagination was pretty good. She knew he was big. And muscular. And if he couldn’t possibly be as perfect as her imagination made him, well, he was still pretty good. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe they both should have blindfolds. She suppressed a giggle.

  “Nothing to be nervous about,” Diego said softly. “But I enjoy your nervousness, so carry on.”

  She was about to protest she wasn’t nervous, but then she realized she was, even if that wasn’t why she giggled. She was wet too. Anxiety should have put her off, but instead it was intensifying the experience and making her feel extra alive.

  “Now then.” She felt his warmth as he moved to touch her. His cock nestled above her ass, hard agains
t her back. His hands roamed over her front, squeezing her breasts lightly, slipping over her belly, sliding along her thighs. “I’ve got a condom on, so don’t you worry about that.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Condoms weren’t part of her fantasies, but a man who cared enough about himself and her to wear one most definitely was.

  He lifted her off the ground and shoved her thighs apart. His cock pushed against her pussy. She didn’t kick this time. She didn’t care where her feet were. She wanted him inside.

  He lodged in farther and then let gravity do the rest. He stretched her as he slid inside, wakening a series of nerves. One arm wrapped around her chest and the other pressed against her mound with enough force to support her weight. It was amazing that he could lift her and still have the control to do that. She’d never been with anyone even close to that strong.

  Then again, she’d never been with anyone with a cock that big either.

  “Want to feel me thrusting in and out?” he asked.

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “Of course not. But I’d still like you to tell me.”

  She giggled. “Yes, Sir, I do.” If he wanted to hear her, he probably wanted to hear more. “Fuck me.”

  “Can’t get my best motion if all my strength has to go into holding you. So let’s go over here, against the wall.” He took a step forward and then shifted to the side slightly. His arm shifted, to hold her shoulders back instead of her chest.

  “Yes.” She had fantasies of being held up against a wall and being fucked. Usually from the front, but whatever he wanted to do. He probably had his reasons. And if his reasons were entirely selfish, that was fine with her.

  “Or the window.”

  She yelped when she felt the cold glass against her chest. The bastard had purposely held her shoulders back so that her tits struck first. He probably got his kicks out of that. Although it was better than her face hitting, she supposed. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against the glass.

  “Like I said,” he murmured. “A little discomfort.”

  It was more than a little, with her nipples already hard and aching. The window felt like it was made of ice. But then his cock moved inside her. As cold as the window was, his cock was hot. He pushed in and out, and with each push forward she felt her breasts squish against the window. She pushed back, instinctively. They established a rhythm, each thrust slow but taking him deep. His hand was firm on her mound. He slipped a finger downward and pressed on her clit. She always thought she liked only a gentle touch there, but right now his hard pressure was perfect. He lowered her so that her feet could touch the floor, and she was bent at the waist.