by Ann Raina
He sighed. "Is there a chance that you gonna play with me?" That stopped her in mid-motion. She wanted to say something and saw his face fall. He was startled in a bad way. "What's wrong? Am I not allowed to ask?"
"No…I mean, yes, you can ask. But…I didn't think that you want to play. Not after…"
"What?"
"Not after the day at Palmentry," she closed in a hushed whisper, reluctant to stir emotions she thought shut off from their daily life.
He stared at her a full second, openmouthed, trying to put meaning to her words. "That's why you haven't offered it?"
"I didn't dare offering any game, Julian." Her lips twitched in a half smile that was echoed by his, tinted with disappointment. But also realization.
"I should have said a word." He exhaled, wet his lips and, without losing eye contact knelt down on one knee. "Would you play with me? Please? Pretty please?"
"Are you sure you want this? I mean, you were treated so badly. I…"
"Don't compare, Kyra, please. I feel wonderful when you do what you do. With you I feel safe. Relaxed."
"Aw, you're so not relaxed."
A smile blossomed and he weighed his head. "Yeah, not like this. But it's not confinement, it's release. I feel free. Not at your mercy, but in safe hands. It's pure pleasure." He took her hands. "Please?"
Being caught between laughing, sobbing and melting with desire, left Kyra on shaky legs. She caught herself, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Wow. I wished I could remember that moment forever."
He grinned. "Me begging you to whip me? Yes, that should be remembered. Will you?"
"If I could resist you now I'd be a master of control. But I'm not." A quick kiss on his brow was just the beginning. She pulled off his shirt and dropped it. Her heart beat faster just seeing him nude from waist up. Never before had a man had such an influence on her just by his broad shoulders and muscled chest. A sigh escaped her though she did not mean to let him know how much he meant to her. He swallowed, trying to rein desire. It flooded much too early and Kyra knew she had let him wait for such a horrible long time. If it was possible they were both hot enough on getting sex to set the kitchen on fire. "Get up." He stood in front of her, gazing down with a smile when she put her thumbs in the waistband and pulled down his pants and underwear in one fluent move.
He stepped out of the clothes. "You like undressing me."
"If you don't like it that's fine with me." Her growling on purpose only brightened his smile. "And take your hands off me," she added, even more severe. He dropped his hands at once, caught in the game. Waiting for the next command. Kyra still marveled at his easy compliance. It felt as if a mighty hand had taken Chris away to award her with Julian. She watched his member fight the tight device. It must hurt, but Julian did not even wince. Control or the lust for pain, Kyra could not tell. She blindfolded him and ordered him to kneel in the living room. Panting, Julian obeyed the order while Kyra left to prepare the garage's interior. His wish had come unexpected and there were some things to be done before she could play.
The moment the chastity device was open Julian bit his lips, pressing back a small cry of pain. He was too aroused to get it off gently. Kyra had to fight every inch and when it was off the flesh needed a moment to regain its normal color. The steel rings left ugly welts on the delicate skin. Thinking of Oliver and his lessons in bondage, she fell back on caressing Julian's thighs and hips, moving up his ribs to cause him pleasure to forget the pain. He stood with his hands and legs bound to spreader bars, the upper held by chains and the hook from the ceiling. The moment she had ordered him to grasp the bar he had taken a shallow breath, telling her that anticipation would drive him wild without her hand touching him. Or maybe it was the whip that got him aroused faster than the thought of her hands or lips. He had refrained from urging her, because she had forbidden him to talk. It was hard, and she knew. However, that part of the pain belonged to their game and he accepted it. Even if it meant to bite his lips.
Kyra's tongue circled his nipple as she stood without touching his body. His lips parted. His breathing came in shallow rasps--restrictions would fall sooner than later. Already his body had a mind of his own and urged forward to let his flesh meet her, feel her. Kyra withdrew to use the wooden paddle on his buttocks. He could not hear the hit come. Unlike a whip the paddle does not make a sound before the impact.
Julian yelped with surprise and pain, but caught himself and clenched his teeth. The blows reddened his butt, but were gentler to the skin than the thin leather of the whip. Julian felt pain without the fear of split open skin. He gasped when she stopped, anxious and yet looking forward to what she would do next.
Kyra was very quiet, not giving away her intentions. She knelt behind him and licked along the bend of his knee. For a moment she thought of Chris and that it had been his favorite to get Kyra aroused. Then the moment was gone and she heard Julian moan. He shivered and tensed. It was a vain fight to remain steady. Without the bar connected to the ceiling he would have fallen. Kyra smiled. Her tongue cruised the other leg and slowly, in sensuous circles, wandered up to the inside of his thigh. From down below his shaft looked huge, but it was not the size she was impressed by. She had seen him thrust. Seen his rigor. Power that, let loose, would seek satisfaction without boundaries or stop signs.
She licked his testes, drawing another long, loud moan and the first whispered words. He shivered badly while she rolled his balls in her mouth, giving him pleasure and the frustration of not being sated. Teasing and more teasing and his flesh hungered to be touched and let loose. As much as she enjoyed it, she knew that it would not take long for Julian to urge her for more. He was not really a patient guy. Her teeth bit down oh so gently in the soft flesh before she released him. She could not help but run a finger along his length, standing ripe and ready for more games.
"Please, no more teasing," he whispered, his voice strangled, and she stopped and stood without giving him as much as a kiss.
"No talking."
The paddle found his buttocks again then the back of his thighs. He rode out the pain, fighting for breath. "Kyra, please!"
"No."
The paddle hit again and this time he cried out. He clasped the bars and put back his head. "Please, stop!"
"You misbehave, you little rascal," she hissed in his ear. "And if you do, I'll find other measures to punish you."
"Yes, whatever you say." Another shudder racked his body and the touch of her fingertips on his chest was enough to cause him to beg. She put a finger on his lips and he kissed it.
Kyra stepped back. She felt the garage turn around her, aroused bad enough to fumble with her shirt and jeans, hands sweaty and shaking. Julian's loud breathing was the only sound around. She hurried. She would not want to let him wait for long. He should not know what she had done. Carefully, with her clothes left behind on a pile, she lowered the spreader bar. "Lie down." He almost collapsed on the coverlet behind him while she unhooked the chains. Judged by his expression she had surprised him again.
He swallowed, turned his head and wet his dry lips. "What's on your mind?"
"One more word and I'll gag you," she whispered and stretched his arms from his body as far away as they would go. "Stay like this." Satisfied with the spread-eagle position she ran her hands down his arms, his ribs and abs. He bent his knees, but found the position awkward and uncomfortable for his legs were spread wide. Kyra had chosen the bondage on purpose. She wound a leather strip and a metal weight around his scrotum sac. Kneeling between his legs, she felt content, so full of lust and thoughts that cruised around one subject, to do him the way she wanted. The way she had wanted to do him from the first, no, maybe second day on. The sudden anticipation sent shivers down her spine. She did not feel the cold air on her skin. She produced enough heat to warm the entire building. Kyra crawled up his body, legs left and right of his hipbones. Avoiding his eager hardness but touching along his ribs.
He realized that she had
undressed and inhaled sharply. "Kyra…" He lifted his head as if he could see and let it rest back again, swallowing hard on desire. "Kyra, please, no, not like this. Let me touch you!" He turned his wrists in the shackles and whined, "You can't…"
"Sshh." Gently, slowly, relishing the moment to the fullest, she put her right breast to his lips. "Lick." He made a sound between disappointment and yearning, and his tongue found her nipple. When she bent further he sucked on her breast, taking in as much flesh as she let him have. Kyra closed her eyes and lowered her chin so that her hair fell around his face. God, this was good. And Julian was eager, willing to please her. Maybe he hoped to be freed before she went further, and if not, she was more pleased that he gave her pleasure without knowing if he would be sated, too.
"Oh…ouch. What have you done?"
"Bound a weight to your balls," she gave back in her dreamy voice, unwilling to give explanations at all. He was here to serve her tonight and she would not let him do what he wanted. "If you lift your ass it'll hurt."
"That's…"
"You do what I order you to do, Julian. And that means no hip throwing me through the ceiling. No argument," she warned, "or the gag."
He swallowed the sentence and winced. "I can't do that."
"You can." She left him no time to find another argument or plead with her, but slid down his upper body until the head of him touched her pubic hair. That cut off any sentence, any thought and any reluctance. Julian forgot to breathe for a second and gave in to the sensation of her wet skin on his. Kyra felt drawn toward him. Their bodies searched for the right angle and this fast. He pushed upward and bit down a cry. "Stay down." Her voice was breathy. She had waited for this for so long. Her dreams had been wild and wet, but were nothing compared to the real thing. This was her night. Julian writhed in the shackles, straining his arms and clenching his fists. He so wanted to be free, but she did not open the handcuffs. A part of her felt that he being tied up escalated her lust to unbelievable heights. It would not be the same if she untied him now.
Her long locks brushed his chest, causing ripples of pleasure, but she did not notice. Her body seemed to reduce itself to the one spot in her center where his length sank deep into her. Julian bucked under her and she tied him down with her weight so not wanting for him to use his strength. She moved over him, up and down slowly, then faster, searching for the rhythm of their bodies.
"Please, Kyra, untie me! Please!" The last he screamed and screamed again when he pushed his lower body from the ground to get more of her, satisfy himself hard and fast. "Ouch! Damn you, Kyra, that's not fair!"
She gave no answer. She could not, her body needed all attention she had to offer. Thinking was superfluous and when he cursed again she reached out blindly for the gag she had put there in case of need. "No struggling," she ordered and pressed the wood between his teeth. "Or I stop."
He exhaled noisily through his nose, but did not spit out the gag. Kyra put her hands on his chest. She felt his heart beat fast, so unbelievably fast that it seemed to beat right into her skin. Moaning escaped her lips as she rode him. Faster now, meeting his desire and his need. It was hers all the same. She had denied herself the whole satisfaction. Not any longer. They were both sweating profusely--their scents mingled like their bodies. She adjusted herself on him to find the most pleasurable position. He wanted more. He was almost maddened when she did not thrust down harder and faster and raised his head in helpless frustration. She sat up straighter, changing the angle and immediately granting him more pleasure. His chest heaved with strain and then, neglecting what pain it would cause him, he thrust up into her deep and fast. Kyra's back bowed and, with the spasm of the climax, she held him tighter in her, wound herself around him like a closing hand. He drew in breath and let it out in a scream, reaching the point of no return in one hard rush. He spat out the gag. His breathing was ragged, shallow, his attempt to find words meant to fail. Kyra collapsed on Julian's chest, panting, living through the aftershock of the orgasm and that indescribable feeling of satisfaction.
"Oh, God, please, don't let me suffer any longer. I want to hold you."
Kyra listened to his heart beat, eyes closed. Their bodies were still connected and she stretched her senses to feel him inside her. Had she ever been so content? She could not remember and thinking was still an impossible task. She did not want to move, her legs and lower body felt weak and unresponsive, but she inched up along his body, kissed Julian's brow and untied his arms. He sighed relief and put his hands on her back, gently, cautiously. She did not protest and he wrapped his arms around her.
"The blindfold?" he asked quietly when she did not move.
"No."
He did not ask a second time, but held her close until she was willing to open the leather around his balls and the shackles around his ankles. Suddenly she grinned, sated, happy. She must have looked like an idiot, but she did not care. Days like this should be cherished not picked at. Her hands were on his thighs again. He shuddered and put up his right leg before he managed to roll to one side. His butt was fiercely red. She reached out to help Julian get up. He stood bent forward for a moment, inhaling slowly and controlled to regain strength. "You really got the best of me," he breathed. "But it was not fair. In no way."
"I so didn't want to be thrown against the ceiling so you had to take what I granted. Willingly."
He swallowed, raised his head, his brows furrowed with confusion. "You were afraid I'd harm you…during sex?"
Even without seeing his eyes she knew of the hurt expression. "The way you thrust is…powerful."
"Oh no…" His head sank low again and it took him time to straighten out. "I thought…" He shook his head. "No, I won't think about it. You do what you want."
She took his hand. "Right. Bathroom. Now."
Kyra allowed him to see in the bathroom. He blinked and looked at her then, all of a sudden, he pulled her in a tight embrace. Kyra gave a little shriek that only women do. It was embarrassing. He had hugged her before, cuddled with her, and now she shrieked as if she was afraid. "Is something wrong?"
Of course, he had to ask. Kyra leaned her brow against his chest. "No. Nothing is wrong." She collected her wits and looked up, but did not relax. "What was that for?"
"You brought me hard, Kyra. It was kind of mean." She frowned and tensed even more in his arms. The thought of him being strong and ruthless and her just being an average sized woman hit her mind, but vanished when she saw confusion on his face. He realized he had said something wrong. "Hey, I don't say that I'd given up hope you'd sleep with me, but this was…amazing." He let go and exhaled. "And still I'd have wanted it to be different." There was an edge of disappointment to it.
Kyra turned the faucets and glanced back at him, voting to ignore his point. "Do I have to shackle you or can I shower with you and feel safe?"
"Whatever you want." He looked puzzled.
"You know, things shift when you've had sex. Men shift." She shrugged, feeling awkward. Did she explain male feelings? It sounded absurd when talking to a man. "Some talk about it, some need privacy, some want to do it again. Right away."
"You put me to category three, right?"
He laughed and it was a different way of laughter. Very masculine and relaxed. Happy. Not just for having a great orgasm, she knew. She felt the same way. A border had been crossed and they both loved that feeling. "Am I right?"
Julian stepped closer and put a hand on her shoulder. Very gently. Ready to take it back if she twitched. "You could shackle me now and I wouldn't protest, but I would beg you not to do it."
"Get in the tub."
"All that you want."
They stood under the shower for a time uncounted. Kyra indulged herself in washing her favorite toy, reliving a perfect moment of her life.
"The Cheshire cat is nothing compared to your satisfied grin," he observed. "How did you do this? I mean, you had no foreplay. How come you were so wet?"
"I had foreplay." She touche
d his hurting butt. "I really had."
"Oh," Julian understood. "That's nifty."
"Nifty." Kyra laughed. "I don't know if gaining pleasure that way would be generally called nifty."
"I don't care about the general opinion." He stooped to kiss her, but she avoided the meeting of lips the last moment. He let out his breath, but before he could say a word she took his hands to wrap them around her body.
"Touch me. That's what you wanted all along." Water poured down on them and for a moment Julian seemed unable to take the next step. She could see that her tight restrictions lay like a weight on him.
He swallowed, his smile uncertain and, only when he reached down her butt and she did not resist did he get more secure. His hands moved along the line of her body to cup her breasts. He knelt in front of her and kissed her nipples. Lovingly. Gaining pleasure as much as giving pleasure. She moaned for him and needed his shoulders to steady herself. With closed eyes Kyra gave herself to the wonders of being caressed by gentle hands. They were all the way gentle as she had imagined them to be. Big enough to cup her breast in each of them and sensitive to make her feel fantastic. He kissed a line down to her belly button and beyond. "Let me have you," he begged. "Just for once."
"No." Kyra stroked water from his face, smoothing the denial with a small smile, though she saw that he was very ready to continue their game. "Category three is no option."
He exhaled and could not hide his frustration. "Kyra, you kind of betrayed me. You slept with me, but made it painful nevertheless. Please, let me do you. My way. I won't harm you."
"No, one more step and all bets are off, Julian."
"And I'm back to be chained in the kitchen?"
Kyra nodded, but choked on fear and nervousness that she might lose him as a partner for these very special games.