by LK Shaw
I shivered when Donovan’s beard grazed along my throat. His tongue tickled my shoulder as he laved my skin. My now overheated body instinctively chased his as he pulled back from me. I wanted him to keep kissing and touching me.
“Raise that beautiful ass up just a bit.” The command came from deep in the back of his throat, his voice guttural and harsh. When I did as instructed, he pushed my dress so I was no longer sitting on it. The hard wooden seat was cool beneath the back of my thighs and butt cheeks now that my dress no longer offered protection.
Observing me intently, Donovan began bunching up the hem of my dress as inch by inch more of my upper legs were exposed. My heart almost beat out of my chest as cool air wafted across the wet gusset of my underwear. Because, yes, I was definitely wet and extremely turned on. My eyes never left Donovan’s. I needed to focus on his beautiful face, especially as he began raising my dress even further, up over my stomach to my breasts, and under my armpits.
“Raise your arms.” Automatically, my arms lifted and our gaze was briefly interrupted by my dress covering my face as he stood and pulled it up and over my head.
He had to tug a bit to get my arms out of the long sleeves. I looked at him standing above me, my eyes automatically drifting down his clothed body, feeling myself grow slightly self-conscious in my bra and underwear while he was still fully clothed.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Phebe. Your body was meant to be shown off to me. Come. Stand.” Donovan held his hand out to me. He gently pulled me to standing and took a slight step backwards. My fingers twitched when he pulled his own shirt up and over his head exposing his washboard abs, glorious chest with its ink, and his muscular arms. I’d never asked, but he had to work out every day to look the way he did. My mouth watered at the mere sight of him.
I loved how gentle he was being with me. Giving me time to adjust to all the new things he was doing that we hadn’t done before, like undressing me. I’d always done that myself. I recognized now that it was because Donovan was letting me control where our nights together went. Tonight, he chose what happened. Without warning, I paled a little at the thought. I didn’t have a choice about what he did.
“Sunshine,” Donovan barked, causing me to jerk back to the present. His tone softened a little, but only incrementally. “What color are we? Stay here and talk to me.”
“Yellow, Sir.” My voice came out shaky.
“What happened just now? Talk to me. Trust me.” It was almost a command.
“I just realized that I don’t have a choice. You’re in charge and it scares me a little.”
Donovan cupped my cheek, his voice tender. “Phebe, baby, tonight is ALL about your choices. Submission is not about having your choices taken away. It’s about feeling instead of thinking. It’s about allowing me to provide you the pleasure I know you need, in the way I decide to provide it. It’s about trusting me to challenge your fears and guiding you through them. You always have a choice. You can choose to use your safe word or you can choose to fall and trust me to catch you. Either way, it’s your decision.”
His words bounced around in my head and my heart expanded with love. This was how a real Dominant handled his submissive. Not through coercion and fear, but through communication and trust. It was then that I freed my mind of everything and resolved to do exactly what Donovan said, and that was to fall.
“I completely understand. I’m at green now, Sir.” A new confidence filled me as I made a commitment to myself.
His eyes scanned mine and I knew when he’d read my self-assuredness.
“I’m proud of you, Phebe.”
I smiled and ducked my head, doing my best to step back into a submissive head space.
“Thank you, Sir. I’m ready when you are.”
Donovan didn’t speak again, his answer coming out in his actions when he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, baring my breasts to his view before tossing the garment somewhere behind me. For the second time, he bent down on one knee in front of me. He reached out and inserted his thumbs under the elastic waist band of my underwear, causing me to shiver. Without removing his eyes from mine, he slowly dragged them down my hips, all the way to the floor where I stepped out of them. I was finally exposed to his view. His admiring glances boosted my confidence. I stood there proudly, unashamed of my body after his… pep talk.
He rose again, inhaling deeply as his face moved past my pussy. “I want you on the bed. Flat on your back, spread eagle. I want to see everything.”
I swallowed hard, but my feet moved me forward and soon I found myself lying on the bed, my eyes on the ceiling. My nipples hardened from the cool air on my bare skin and goose bumps rose on my arms from the chill. When I glanced over at Donovan, my heart almost completely stopped beating. While I’d been positioning myself on the bed, he’d removed his shoes and his pants. Even though my heart pounded in fear, my arousal also suddenly ratcheted up ten degrees as I stared at one of the most beautiful cocks I’d ever seen.
He appeared slightly above average length and the vein running up his shaft connected to the purplish head. He was so hard, his cock pointed upward toward his navel. I gulped, but not in nerves. In anticipation. I also wanted a taste, to run my tongue up the throbbing vessel and circle the head, drawing it deep in my mouth. My eyes tracked Donovan’s movements as he prowled toward me as though I were his next meal and he was about to devour me. I shivered at the thought.
He straddled my thighs, the sight of his cock so close completely distracting me when he spoke again. “Tonight is for you. All I want is for you to feel. You will not think. Do you understand?”
I stared up at him as he leaned over me and I swallowed down my fear. “Yes, Sir.”
Donovan lifted himself off me and walked across the room to pick up the bag he’d left lying there. He rifled through the bag until he found what he was searching for. After zipping the bag back up, he headed toward me with several items in his hands.
“You told me that when you first woke up after Kieran drugged you, you were tied to a bed. Correct?”
I paled as I remembered the feeling of helplessness. In a cracking voice, I answered. “Yes, Sir.”
Donovan then showed me what he held in his hands. Rope. “This is Japanese silk rope. It’s soft to the touch and easy to work with. I’m going to rub it across your arms and hands to let you get used to the texture.”
He resumed his previous position straddling my thighs, this time my focus on the rope and not his nakedness. Gently, he rubbed the material over me and I shuddered. I concentrated on the texture and discovered he was right. It was so soft. Back and forth he rubbed it across my skin, first one arm, then the other.
He began to unwind the first skein. He didn’t ask permission before he began loosely wrapping it around my wrist. He made various knots to keep the rope from tightening and when he had a long tail left over, he spoke.
“Raise your arm.” His voice deepened with arousal.
Of its own volition, I did as he commanded and he tied the remainder of the rope around the knob at the top of the headboard. I pulled my arm but it wouldn’t budge. I began to panic.
“Look at me, Sunshine,” Donovan demanded. “Keep your eyes on me. See me.”
I forced my eyes to him and he remained still, not moving a muscle as I slowly began to relax. I did my breathing exercises to quell my panic. I could do this.
“Color?” he asked, his caution and concern evident.
“Green, Sir.”
Without pause he repeated the process on my other wrist with a second skein of rope. He shifted off me and lastly both my ankles were bound the same way. Now that I was completely bound to the bed, Donovan stepped back and admired his handiwork.
“I want you to tug on the rope, Phebe. Make sure it’s loose and doesn’t begin to constrict your wrists or ankles. If at any time you feel numbness or tingling, you will notify me immediately so I can cut the rope off. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.�
�� I pulled on all the ropes roughly and none of them budged. I remembered the other rope, much rougher than the one currently bounding me, cutting into my wrists. Even though I’d signed up for this, the panic starting setting in again. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the room was beginning to spin. My chest ached, and I was having trouble breathing.
“I’m right here, Phebe. There’s only you and me in this room. No one else. Not the guards or Dmitri, and definitely not Vlad. Just the two of us. Remember, this stops anytime, just say your safe word.”
“I know. I’m trying,” I choked out, hoarsely, as I tugged just barely at my bonds.
I jerked when he stroked on my face. In my mind, I knew it was Donovan, but I was having difficulty separating past from present. Most likely because I knew where this scene would end up.
“You’re beautiful, Sunshine.” Yes, I was Sunshine, not malen’kaya igrushka. I was the bright, shining sun breaking through the darkness surrounding me, not a little toy. With his words, I began to calm down.
Donovan continued to brush his fingers lightly over my skin, ghosting across my nose and lips, dragging slightly over the bottom one. I shuddered with arousal as he trailed a path down one arm, dipping in between my fingers before following the same course up my arm. He drew an invisible line connecting my collarbones before following the same circuit up and down my other arm.
“Your skin is petal soft. I love touching you and watching that flush spread across your chest. Tell me where you want me to touch, Phebe.”
Arousal shot through me at his words and I squirmed as I could feel myself actually getting wet. His voice soothed me.
“My breasts,” I gasped out. They were my most sensitive spot with a string tied directly to my core. Vlad had, more than once, brought me to climax by just nibbling, licking, and sucking on my nipples. Having such sensitive tips was both a blessing and a curse. Knowing the minute Donovan touched them, I’d get wetter, I wanted him to start there. Mostly because that’s where Vlad had always started, because he knew what it did to me. I’d hated it then, which is why I directed Donovan there first.
When Donovan’s touch moved back to my sternum, I froze. Donovan’s finger didn’t move from that one single spot, and I released the breath I’d been holding. Once it evened out, and I began to relax, his finger began to move again. This time, in a downward path until he reached my breasts.
“Whom do these belong to?” A sharp pinch to my nipple cause me to cry out. “Answer me.”
“You,” I bit out, my teeth clenched from the pain.
“Come back to me, Phebe. There’s no pain here, only pleasure. These are my hands. My mouth. They only want to please you. Repeat after me. These hands will not harm me. They will only love me.”
Hot, wet heat enclosed my breast, soothing the imaginary pain of the memory. My chest rose and fell swiftly, my mouth gasping for air as Donovan laved my nipple with his tongue. His hands gently molded my breasts, caressing them. His voice remained soft as he instructed me again to repeat his words.
With a shaking voice that grew stronger with each word, I uttered the words. “These hands will not harm me. They will only love me.”
“Good girl,” Donovan praised me, as I arched into his touch, chasing after the glorious sensation he was causing. He suckled my nipples sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core. He paid homage to my breasts, kissing, licking, and sucking at them with no quickness to his touch. He loved on them as though he never wanted to stop. Mewling sounds settled in my throat as my arousal peeked from the attention he paid my breasts.
The throbbing deep inside me became stronger every second he spent devouring them. The tension grew, and I felt it expand until suddenly it exploded out through every nerve ending. My entire body jerked and my back bowed off the bed as my climax rushed through me. I gasped for air as the pleasure caused tiny shudders to race down my arms, stomach, and legs. Once they finally ceased, I laid there, my breathing heavy.
“Phebe, talk to me. Any pain in your arms or legs? What color are you?” came Donovan’s concerned question.
I took stock of everything and I was shocked that my fear had quickly turned to exhilaration.
“Green, Sir. No pain whatsoever. Only bliss. I feel amazing,” I replied, disbelief in my tone. I tried wrapping my head around it.
“Thank fuck.” I thought I heard Donovan mutter beneath his breath.
“Thank you, Sir,” I choked out. I never again thought I’d find pleasure in a man’s touch. It was such a heady feeling and one I wanted to experience again.
“I’m so glad I was able to give you this pleasure. This night isn’t over yet. There’s so much more I’m going to give you.”
Even though I’d just orgasmed, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. “Please, Sir. I want whatever you give me.”
Donovan’s mouth crashed down on mine. I rose up as far as my bonds would allow me to meet him. His tongue demanded entrance and the only thing I could do was acquiesce to his unspoken command. He thoroughly tasted me before he trailed his mouth downward, dropping kisses on my sternum, my breasts, where he stopped at my stomach. My head lifted as I watched his movements and when he reached my stomach, his shoulders settled right between my thighs, he lifted his lids and looked up at me. My breath hitched when I realized his intent.
Donovan’s hands slid under my knees and wrapped up around my thighs, his fingers digging into my muscles. Slowly, not removing his eyes from mine, he dipped his head and flicked just the tip of his tongue out to tickle my clit, which, during my climax had filled with blood. It throbbed, echoing the same flutter deep inside my core. He teased me, growing bolder with each lick until I was squirming beneath him.
Unconsciously, I spread my legs even wider as he buried his head even deeper between them. His talented tongue worked magic on my pussy and the tension signaling another climax ramped up. Wetness dripped from me and Donovan lapped it up. I pushed my hips upward to get even closer, but a light slap on my outer thigh had me groaning in frustration.
“I love how you taste, Phebe.” Donovan’s words of praise increased the flow of my juices. The sheet was soaked beneath me. “I could lick you all night. You please me so much, Sunshine.”
“Thank you, Sir. I know you’re in charge, but please, Sir, I need to feel you inside me.” I could only beg, my body on the cusp of another climax. This time, I wanted Donovan to come with me. Inside me.
“Normally, I would make you wait, but I want this as badly as you. I want to replace his touch with mine. I want to feel your pussy contract around me the next time you come.”
Donovan sat up and I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. I watched with hooded eyelids as he rolled the condom down his shaft. He moved up my body and caged my head between his forearms.
“Keep your eyes on me, Sunshine. Remember who you’re with.”
And then, I felt the head of his penis touch my pussy. I breathed in and out, my eyes never leaving his as he rubbed it up and down, coating it in my juices.
“I love you, Phebe.” And then, inch by inch, he slid his cock inside until he was fully seated.
“I love you too,” I finally confessed as I stared deep into his eyes. Then, I shyly added, “Sir.”
Donovan’s whole expression changed at my words. It was as though his world had finally been righted. We both remained motionless as the sensations overwhelmed us. Donovan was finally inside me. And it was wonderful. I felt so full. I also felt completely calm and relaxed. A feeling I was going to enjoy while it lasted. Then, he began to move. Slowly at first and then faster, the friction increasing with each thrust. He maintained a steady rhythm. My fingers itched to touch him, but I couldn’t move my arms. In and out he pushed inside me, his pelvis hitting my clit on each upward push.
With the grinding of his pelvis against me, my breathing increased until I was soon panting. Donovan’s relentless assault on me caused a tingle to start deep in my belly. When he reached down with one of his hands to begin rubbing
furiously on my nub, my body tightened and then the explosion happened. It was beautiful and perfect and pure.
Lights burst behind my eyes as my climax hit sending shockwaves through my entire body. I arched up and screamed out Donovan’s name. He thrust once, twice, three more times and his guttural yell echoed mine as his orgasm hit him.
My body still trembled and I felt the shudder rush through him as he collapsed on top of me. I could tell he wasn’t putting his entire weight on me, because he didn’t crush me. Our breathing sounded heavy in the air as we lay there, gasping from our release. And then, the panic hit. I wasn’t sure if it was that my endorphins weren’t releasing as much, but the weight of Donovan’s body, even though it wasn’t in its entirety, was suddenly smothering.
It took three of them to hold me down this time. One guard held my arms, while one guard gripped each of my legs as the fourth man above me pummeled my already beaten and bruised body. I prayed the torment ended quickly today. Someone must have been looking out for me, because after only a few quick thrusts, the monster above me threw his head back as he came. He collapsed on top of me and laid there so long I thought he’d had a heart attack and died. After a sliver of satisfaction coursed through me at the thought this son of a bitch could be dead, a wave of horror rushed over me at the fact that there might be a dead body on top of me, my thrashing and bucking increased ten-fold. I needed him off me. NOW!
“Get off, please. Red. Red.” I screamed out the words, my panic attack now in full force.