by Kate Benson
I lead her toward my bedroom, the bed and everything inside it but her falling second to the door that waits on the opposite end. As I reach for the doorknob and twist it quietly, I can’t miss the vibration moving between us. My cock pulses, the promise of her total submission lingering just beyond the threshold as I pull her in behind me and secure the door.
I glance the half step behind me to where she’s waiting patiently, her hooded gaze moving from one object to the next with a combination of longing and curiosity.
I haven’t shown Bella everything inside this room, her training calling for more subtle cues up until recently. However, every time we’ve stepped inside, I’ve been able to push her to the brink, pull something from within her that showed us both a deeper insight into who she is, who we become when we’re together.
My eyes move down her body, releasing her hand and reaching for the simple black, elastic band that she’s begun keeping on her wrist. I take it from her and turn her in my arms, pulling her long strands together low at the nape of her neck and restraining them with a gentle kiss to her hair.
“Come,” I whisper my command, taking her hand once more and moving us further into the room before coming to a stop at the other end. “Wait for me at the foot of the chaise,” I direct her, gesturing toward the padded bench only a few feet away from me. She moves easily, lowering onto the small rug at her feet and presenting herself perfectly, earning a small nod of approval. “Good girl.”
I move through the room with purpose, gathering the things I need immediately and glancing over at her ever so often, finding her eyes. While many Dom’s prefer their submissive to look downward, myself included up until recently, I’ve trained Bella to keep her eyes on me always. Not only do I want her focused, her every thought to be of me, of us while we’re together, the very idea of losing her cerulean gaze makes my heart clench deep within my chest.
I’ve never experienced anything like it before her.
I shake my internal thoughts clear as I reach for the last item and I set them onto the edge of the chaise beside her. Her gaze wavers just slightly, her curiosity getting the better of her for only a moment before my voice corrects her.
“Isabella,” I speak, the dominant edge in my voice making her stifle a shudder as her eyes return to mine. I nod gently, taking the two steps that separate us and coming to a stop in front of her, reaching for her chin and angling her face to mine. “Do you know your safe word?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it,” I hum, my fingertips tracing the edge of her jaw as her lips part.
“Red.”
“Perfect,” I whisper, releasing her and lowering my hand, turning her away from me when she moves to a stand at my silent command. “Give me your hands.”
She moves her arms behind her back and I reach for the first of the leather cuffs, securing them tight at her wrists. Her head remains low, her breathing steady as I check the now familiar bindings and reach for her to stand straighter. When I begin securing the second set just above her elbows, I feel the buzz begin to stir inside her chest. She keeps composed and I silently commend her patience, recalling only a few weeks ago how her breathing would hitch in uncertainty any time I restrained her with more than my hands.
She’s come so far and this time, remains steady until I reach for the leather collar and come to a stop in front of her. I secure it around her throat, the feel of her swallowing hard beneath it making my eyes move toward hers, giving the silent reassurance she needs to calm once more before I reach for the metal chain. I clip it to the silver ring on the back of her collar, the quiet snap that comes with it hooking to the same ring on her wrists making us both heady.
I rest my palm on her waist, leading her closer to the bed before I sink to my feet behind her, her heavier breathing tugging at my lips before I softly press them to the cheek of her ass.
I reach for the last pair of cuffs, securing them around her ankles. The gentle tap against her foot spreads her legs wide, reaching for the chains at base of the bedframe and locking her in. When I rise before her, she releases a shudder as she gazes up at me.
Her chest heaves gently before me as her eyes stay trained on mine.
She’s desperate.
“Almost princess.”
She gives me a subtle nod, the crimson in her cheeks warming us both as I reach for the last piece. She gazes up at me as I raise the ball to her teeth, gently tapping on her jaw with my finger.
“Open up,” I husk, slipping it between her teeth, giving her a subtle nod of approval as she bites down gently. “Good girl,” I whisper. “If you need to speak, you can push against it with your tongue. You’re only to do so under my command or if you need to use your safe word.” She responds with a nod, her shoulders visibly relaxing as I stroke her lips and reach for the leather straps and secure them behind her head. I pull away, my cock jerking with arousal as I take her in, tracing her lips once more. “So pretty,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her forehead, lingering for a moment as I feel the adrenaline begin to pulse in my veins, my need for her outweighing everything else. “I’ll make you my little rope bunny soon enough, princess,” I promise low, savoring in the scarlet of her cheeks. I make my way around her, admiring the sight of her bound and ready to bend to my will. I lift the leather paddle from the chaise and return to her, gently tracing the inside of her calf. I slowly work my way up the center of her thigh until I come to a stop, stroking her from behind as I wrap my free hand around her bound arms, holding her close to my chest. She’s already panting. “Are you ready to play, darling?” She gives me a subtle nod, her floral scent engulfing us both as I lean in to smell her hair. I give the chain a gentle tug, swatting her ass with the paddle and pulling a low whimper from her heaving chest that makes me swallow the growl leaving mine. “Use your words, Isabella.”
“Yes, Sir.”
ISABELLA
My quiet voice is desperate and hindered as I answer him around the gag luring his hot breath to fall over my skin, making me heady.
He releases some of the tension on the chain, but just barely, keeping me in place as he pulls away and continues to tease me with the edge of the leather paddle in his hand.
When he reaches my ass, he holds it there for a moment, his eyes staring into mine before I feel it lift and then sharply bite at my skin. My eyes flutter just slightly and when they immediately return to his, they’re dancing in silent approval.
He’s bound me before, but never to this extent. After a few trips to the club, what he’s told me and what’s nestled inside the room alone, I know we’re still just teetering on the edge of what Adam’s capable of showing me.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I gave him my submission, but I don’t think I ever believed it would ever have such a strong effect on me. As he makes his way around me, his movements alternating between sharp stings and sensual caresses.
The heady mix of his adoring gaze and the tingling sensation radiating from the effects of the paddle have me desperate.
I’d do anything to taste him, to feel him rocking inside me, easing the not-so-gentle ache that’s already pulsing between my thighs.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, anything, before.
He’s got me right where he wants me.
He owns me in every way imaginable and the low growl that leaves his broad chest tells me he knows it.
That only makes me want him more.
He comes to a stop behind me, his hand clenching the chain that binds my neck to my wrists once more and pulling my back flush with his chest. The paddle rests flat against my stomach as he tips my head back, tracing the gag with his tongue before gently biting my lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. He moves lower, lapping at my neck and my chest begins to heave with desperation.
My heart is pounding.
He releases the chain, the gentle clank of metal between us making him harder against my bound wrists as he moves his palm to my chest. He teases my nipple, giving it a gentle pinch before kneading it in his hand, his lips moving lower, lapping and sucking at my neck.
He grinds into me just enough to make my breathing hitch, his chest vibrating against mine as he slides his tongue lower, gripping my hair tightly in his fist before returning to my front. When his palm touches my skin again, he slides torturously slow, every inch of my stomach covered as it quivers, humming with need.
He’s everywhere. The feel of his touch, the sound of his hot breath as it washes over my skin, bound and begging to bend to his will taking me to a whole other realm completely.
My pulse is racing.
He reaches the apex of my thighs and teases me with his fingers. When he feels how drenched I’ve already become for him, he growls hungrily into my hair, pushing me closer toward desperation. He grips me roughly at first before he uses the pad of his thumb to tease my clit and it’s nearly my undoing.
I begin to squirm with need, unable to stifle the whimper that leaves my chest. He pulls his fingers away from me and lifts the paddle from my stomach just enough to give me a gentle smack of warning, instantly stilling my movements save for the heaving of my chest.
“Be still, Bella,” he husks, reaching for my jaw and sliding his finger across my mouth, tracing my lower lip in my arousal. “If you want to be rewarded, you have to be my good girl, princess.”
His teeth trace the arch between my neck and my shoulder, clamping down just enough to send a sharp thrill over my skin. His tongue laps over the spot, easing the sting as his grip on my pussy relaxes and he slides his fingers back inside.
My mind is drifting.
“Shh…” he croons. “Not yet, princess.”
The gentle sound of his commanding voice brings me back to him and I give him a subtle nod, doing my best to redirect my focus to his pleasure instead of mine.
“There’s my good girl,” he hums. “Stay with me.”
I blink my eyes clear and refocus on him, pulling his lips into a small but approving smile.
He releases his grip on the paddle, setting it at the foot of the bed in front of us before his hand moves to the back of my head, wrapping around my hair once more. As he spreads me wide, his fingers slip in deeper, the sound of my arousal around him making him hiss.
“That’s it, baby,” he grounds out, his free hand sliding across my skin, gripping the chain that binds my collar to my wrists in his fist.
I pant, my pleasure climbing rapidly as he begins fucking me harder with his fingers, the feel of the collar growing tighter around my neck stealing my breath in the most delicious way.
He inhales sharply, his lips coming to a stop once more over the leather collar, teasing me with his tongue before he slides up to bite my lobe.
My chest is heaving.
I bite down on the gag, stifling my instinct to scream knowing right now, it’s all I can do to keep from begging.
He sees it and the corners of his lips turn upward against my skin, his pleasure making me coat his fingers even more.
“Baby wants it bad, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I rasp around the gag, my limbs going soft beneath his touch. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Hmm,” he hums, pulling his fingers from me, the loss making me struggle not to cry out as my eyes begin to tear with need. He slips them into his mouth and lets out a low growl of approval before his tongue swipes up the side of my cheek, licking away my tears. “What baby wants, baby gets.”
Chapter Seven
ADAM
Before she can respond with more than a heavy whimper, I force her forward and shove into her from behind. The intensity in which I take her has her crying out as she takes every inch I have to give her, her fingers clenching into fists, gripping onto mine as I hold her in place.
My free hand moves to her ass, my palm raining over the pink marks the paddle left behind on her skin. I’m not far off, the sight of her bound and gagged, silently begging for me to use her stroking my dominance in all the ways we both so desperately need. I massage her skin in between swats, using my grip on her wrists as leverage to take her harder, faster.
She’s never been so drenched or so desperate for me.
Her thighs are trembling, her body aching for release long before I ever wrapped myself inside her. I slip my hand between us and spank her clit once more, savoring in the sound of her stifled moans as she fights off her orgasm, silently begging me not to make her wait any longer.
I don’t.
My hand slides back to her ass and with another hard smack, I tighten my grip on her wrists and drive into her hard enough to lift her feet from the rug.
“Come.”
She falls apart, her pleasure covering me completely before I feel it slowly dripping down her thighs. Her tension, her worry all goes with it. She cries out around the gag, the feel of her cunt pulsing around me threatening to take me captive right along with her if I let it.
I don’t.
I hold off as long as I can, her body slowly beginning to go limp against mine as her cries are reduced to pants. I trace the cheeks of her ass, her desire coating my fingers enough to slide them inside her there, stealing another heavy pant from her chest. I stroke her gently, easing my way inside her as my cock continues to take her roughly, the contradiction enough to make her pant in need once more. Her moans become louder the tighter I grip her wrists, the deeper I sink my fingers, the harder I take her cunt. She’s climbing again in no time and as she begins to pulse around me once more, I adjust my grip on her wrists and give the chain to her collar a sharp tug, pulling a gasp from her lips.
“Come.”
She falls apart, her eyes holding mine in the mirror at the head of the bed as they begin to fill once more with tears of ecstasy. Her orgasms come in waves, the gentle sound of her ankles instinctually tugging against their binds drowned out by her screaming my preferred name.
I need more of her.
Fuck if I don’t need every fucking piece of her.
I pull my fingers from her, giving her another sharp smack before I raise her upright and remove the gag. Her lungs fill with air completely for the first time as I pull away from her completely. She releases a low whimper as she feels the loss and I bend behind her, quickly unlatching the chains holding her to the foot of the bed before I lift her over my shoulder and toss her roughly onto the mattress.
“Spread your legs,” I order, sinking between her thighs and lapping at her hungrily, her body writhing beneath me as her bound hands clench at the satin sheets. She’s on the brink again when I rise, shoving back into her. I swallow her gasp as I fuck her ruthlessly, holding her jaw in place with my palm over her throat. I stare into her blue eyes, silently commanding her as I kiss her hard, taking everything she has to give and still demanding more. My cock begins to pulse, my balls tighten, and I growl into her mouth, knowing I’ve met my end.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper against her parted lips, giving her cheek a gentle slap before my grip tightens on her throat as I clench her thigh in my palm, spanking it sharply before I pin her beneath me and fuck her ruthlessly. “Scream for Daddy.”
She cries out, her voice raspy, her body bucking beneath mine as I stare into her, inhaling her scent and pounding into her so deep, I threaten to split her tight little body in half. Her body is so exhausted with pleasure, so completely used that she’s reduced to raspy moans. As I hold her teary gaze, the warmth of my seed pumps into her swollen cunt and pulls a whimper from her parted lips.
I slowly release my grip on her, coming to a slow stop as our breathing begins to even out and I hold her exhausted, sated gaze. I trace her throat with my fingertips, pulling a low sigh from her chest as I hover against her lips, cl
ose enough to taste her breath on mine.
My kiss comes slowly at first before I deepen it, tasting her gently as I roll onto my back. I take her with me, reaching low on her waist to hold our connection, not yet ready to abandon the addiction that comes with being inside her.
When I settle, I raise my hips to hold her in place and it pulls a low huff from her mouth, making me hum as she rests her head against my still heaving chest. I reach behind her, making quick work of the binds on her wrists and elbows, freeing her and savoring the way her hands move directly to my skin, needing the closeness just as much. I rest one hand low on her waist, the other falling gently into her hair pulling a sigh of content from her as I press my lips to her forehead.
“I wish we could just stay in here forever,” she whispers, tugging at my heart.
“Me, too,” I admit, giving her hair a gentle tug and angling her eyes to mine. “Come here.” She leans up slightly, the movement causing her to grind against my shaft just enough to pull a low groan from my chest as she presses her lips to mine. Our kiss is lazy and relaxed, yet filled with everything we’ve both needed for far too long. As she pulls away from me, I hold her in place, studying her features for a long moment before I break our silence once more. “I love you, princess.”
“Hmm…” she sighs, tracing my jaw with her fingertips as she smiles softly and gives my jaw a gentle peck. “I love you, too, Daddy.”
After a short nap, we clean up and move back onto the main floor, both of us starving and in need of food.
“There you two are,” Vera sings as we make our way into the kitchen. “I was wondering when I’d see you.”
“Hi Vera,” I smile, gesturing for Bella to take a seat at her usual place at the island before I move toward the refrigerator, pulling each of us a bottle of water out. “How has your day been?”
“Very good, thank you,” she answers, moving through the kitchen with ease. The smell of garlic permeates the air, only lending to my hunger. “It’s still pretty crazy down there. I hope you haven’t tried to leave.”