by Sophia Vice
She’s absolutely stunning. I love her full figure and curves, no matter what she may seem to think about it.
I walk towards her slowly, and she shivers slightly as though she felt a cool breeze.
“Cold, baby?” I run a finger down her arm, and she breaks out in goosebumps.
“Just a little,” she says, her voice whisper quiet.
I wrap my hands around her arms and pull them away from her chest. “You’ll warm up soon. And no covering up your body. This is my body now, and I want it to be accessible to me.”
Her eyes are wide, her pupils dark with arousal as she gives me a slight nod. I cup her breasts in my palms, testing their weight before I slide my thumbs over her peaked nipples. Her eyes shutter closed, as if she can’t bear to both look at me and absorb the feelings I’m giving her.
“On the bed,” I husk, guiding her backward until her knees hit the bedspread. She lays down obediently, and I go the closet to get what I’ll need. I pull out a box, and Kyle sits up in alarm.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for a box.” She bites her lip, uncertainty and fear on her face.
I pull a blindfold out of the box and return to the bed, taking both of her hands in mine. “As a Dom I get to push you to the limits of what you are comfortable with. Do you still trust me? Do you want to keep giving me control?”
I look into her eyes seriously.
“Okay.” She ducks her head, her voice so quiet it’s almost a whisper.
“You can always safeword,” I remind her. “Everything will stop immediately if you safeword. I always want you to feel safe with me. Okay?” I tilt her chin up so that I can look into her eyes. There’s fear there, and it makes my cock jump within the confines of my tight slacks.
She nods again, and I slide the blindfold over her eyes. The moment I do her breathing ratchets up, and I can tell she is nervous for what is to come.
I return to the box and get four restraints. “On your belly,” I order, and she rolls over obediently. She inhales sharply as I take her ankle and secure it to one corner of the bed before following suit with her other ankle. She’s spread wide now, and Kyle tests the bindings by trying to pull her legs together, but the straps keep her open for me. When I see her folds winking at me, moisture seeping down her inner thigh, it’s all I can do not to take her.
Instead I pick up a pillow from the head of the bed and place it beside her hips. “Lift up,” I command, and she leans back on her knees, creating space for me to slide the pillow beneath her hips and quivering belly.
I quickly restrain her arms and secure the connected strap to the headboard. Kyle pants slightly, her ribcage expanding with every nervous breath. She’s drawn tight across the bed now, every muscle elongated and her ass propped up by the pillow. She can’t even move an inch.
It’s just how I’ve always wanted her.
I circle her and pick up a light flogger from the box. It will be her first time with a toy, so I’m going to go easy—but she doesn’t know that.
I relish her fear. I like her in my power, not knowing what I might do to her.
I crack the flogger against my own hand, and the thud sound makes Kyle start. “Easy,” I murmur, and I draw a line down her spine with the leather handle of the flogger. Goosebumps spread in its wake, and Kyle lets out a breathy moan.
I snap the flogger against the plush globes of her ass without warning, and Kyle screams.
I pause. “Did that hurt?” It was light—it shouldn’t have been any more than a tiny sting.
Kyle sucks in a sharp breath. “I—no, I was just surprised,” she realizes, her tensed limbs relaxing a little against the covers.
“Good. I want to show you that there is more to this than just punishment spankings,” I tell her, flogging her ass at regular intervals now. Her skin is already pinking, and the sight makes my mouth water.
“You did well today. I was happy to see you being so honest with Lily.” I circle her, landing more hits with increasing force. Kyle is beginning to writhe, pulling at her restraints as she moans.
“But,” I go on, snapping the tassels of the flogger over ass with a little more force, “I also have a rule about honesty. I’m not going to punish you since I don’t think you lied to me, but you can’t omit things either when I ask you a direct question. What was bothering you on the ride here?”
I reach down between her thighs and Kyle gasps as I delve my fingers into her slickness, pulling some of it down to work her clit.
“Nothing was bothering me,” Kyle moans against the sheets.
“Liar.” I bring the flogger down and Kyle makes a high keening sound, obviously surprised that I still have the flogger in hand.
“Tell me the truth,” I insist, continuing to flog her as I slide a finger inside of her hot slit, even as I continue to work her clit over with my thumb. She begins to dance in her restraints, wiggling her ass to avoid the flogger.
“Oh god,” she moans, her fingers clenching against the sheets. Her pussy trembles around my finger, and I know she’s about to come.
I take my hand away at the last second. “No,” she gasps. “Please, let me come.”
“Dishonest girls don’t get to come,” I tell her, flogging her again.
She writhes, trying to get some stimulation from the sheets. “Please,” she cries out, but I ignore her.
I continue to flog her, occasionally reaching down to stimulate her again until she’s at the edge, only to take my hand away. Her ass is bright red now, and even though the way I’m flogging her is meant to pleasure and not punish, I know that the pain must be building with every hit.
“Please,” she whimpers again as I continue to deny her orgasm.
“You know what you need to tell me,” I husk.
“Fine,” she cries, her voice rising as the tassels hit her stinging ass cheeks again. “I was jealous of Lily. I can tell there is something between you two, and she’s so beautiful compared to me. Why would you want me, when you could have her?” Kyle is panting by the end of her confession, her body going limp against the covers.
It’s a struggle not to laugh. “Kyle,” I shake my head, running a hand down her spine leisurely, “Lily is gay. She would be more interested in you than me. We became friends after she coached me on my own diet, that’s all.” I palm her ass. “And you are far more attractive to me than she is, even if she didn’t bat for the other team. These curves,” I murmur, taking a hold of her hips, “are irresistible. You’re a goddess.”
Kyle turns her head to the side, her cheek pressed to the mattress. She is still blindfolded but I can tell by the set of her lips that’s she’s both embarrassed and mollified to hear that there is nothing between Lily and I.
“A tied up goddess,” she finally grumbles, and I spank her ass.
“No sassing,” I reprimand her gently. “And even if there had been history between Lily and I, I am with you, and I take my commitments seriously. You, and only you, hold my attention,” I tell her as I unbutton my jeans and slide them off along with my briefs. I grab a bottle of lube from the box before I get on the bed and move between her legs, and I hear Kyle’s intake of breath as my cock brushes against her achingly wet center.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes. Please, sir.” Her voice is laced with the frustration of her delayed orgasm.
“Good girl,” I murmur, sliding inside of her wet heat. I groan at the feeling of her gripping me, like she wants to keep me inside of her. I can feel her struggling to accommodate my size, and it only turns me on more.
“Oh god,” she moans.
“You can take me. That’s a girl,” I hush her, sliding a calming hand down her back to gentle her. When I feel her muscles beginning to accept me I begin gently thrusting.
“More,” she pleads.
Obliging, I flip up the lid of the lube and drizzle some between her reddened ass cheeks, right where her tight hole is winking up at me.
“What are you doing?” Kyle starts
, but the restraints keep her spread wide even as she strains to close her legs.
“Shhh. Be a good girl for me. I’m going to make you feel good.” I press a finger against the rosebud of her ass, just above where my cock is still deep inside of her. Kyle tries to shift away from my finger, but my other hand on her hip and her restrained legs hold her still for me.
“Relax,” I instruct, my voice thick. It’s unbelievably hot to do this to her despite her reluctance. She’s tied up, and all mine.
The tip of my finger slides in, but her muscles are as tight as a vice.
“It burns,” Kyle whines, still trying to shy away from my finger.
“I know it does, babygirl,” I murmur, shifting my cock in and out of her to distract her. “I need you to take a little more for me and I promise it will feel better.”
“Ow, fuck.” Kyle’s voice is strangled as I slowly slide the rest of my finger inside of her. I can feel my own cock through the thin barrier between her pussy and ass, and the feeling almost makes me come.
But I want her to come first—all over my cock.
I begin to truly fuck her, hinging at my hips so that my cock is all the way out before I slide it back in with a snap. She cries out as I give her every inch, her pussy forced to spread wide around my thick girth.
“Good girl. Take that cock,” I grind out. Her ass squeezes my finger, and I’m hanging on by a thread as I think about how tight her virgin ass would be on my cock.
“I need to come,” Kyle sobs.
“Ask me for permission.” I continue to fuck her hard, sliding in so deep my cock pushes against her cervix.
“Please sir,” Kyle cries out, “please may I come?”
Fuck, it’s unbelievable that she’s never been in this kind of relationship when she asks for permission so sweetly. My little slut, my Kyle.
“Come,” I command, and her body locks up as I feel her walls pulse around me. Her mouth is open in ecstasy as I let go inside of her, my cock jerking as the pleasure washes over me in a tidal wave.
When we’re both spent we breathe for a moment, my cock softening inside of her. The moment is perfect, and I can’t believe I waited so long to bring her into my life.
She belongs beneath me, easing the ache of the loneliness that’s lived inside of my chest for so long. It’s time I really admitted it to myself. I’m crazy about her, but not because she was forbidden to me for so long.
It’s because I love her.
But I can’t tell her yet. Not until I’m sure she won’t be scared away.
13
Kyle
After Adam unties me, I’m completely boneless, and I don’t argue when he scoops me up and brings me into the shower, setting me on unsteady feet as he turns on the hot spray.
“After this we will get your things unpacked, and then we will make some dinner together, okay?” He gets out some shampoo and begins to wash my hair for me, his strong fingers easing any tension.
A girl can really get used to this level of pampering.
“Thanks for letting me stay here,” I say again.
Adam is silent for a moment, his fingers still working at my scalp. “I want you to know that if you ever want to end this relationship, or if it isn’t for you, I would set you up until you were back on your feet. I know you don’t want that from me but it’s… important to me that you’re in this because you like it—because you want it. Not because you feel like you have nowhere else to go. Do you understand me?”
I think about arguing, but then I just nod, my heart in my throat. Even after the rough, toe-curling treatment in the bedroom, he is always thinking about my feelings. “Yes, sir,” I reply, deliberately softening my voice to appeal to him.
I know I’ve succeeded when I feel his cock harden against my buttocks. “It kills me every time you say that,” he growls, leaning down to capture my lips in a soul-stealing kiss.
After we break apart I realize I have something else important to say: “And I’m sorry that I was so petty about Lily. I know she’s a nice person and it wasn’t fair of me to resent her.”
Adam looks at me seriously, his big warm palm cupping my cheek. “Jealousy is never a good look, pet. If you understood how beautiful you are, you wouldn’t be so easily threatened.”
I nod, feeling ashamed.
“But one of the rules of this relationship is that once I’ve dealt with your transgression in the bedroom, all is forgiven. I don’t hold anything against you. I know you’ve learned your lesson.”
I look up at him. “Really?”
He smiles, his stormy eyes clear and bright. “Really.” He kisses me again. “Plus, if you keep on keeping secrets, you might never be able to sit down comfortably,” he jokes, and I can feel his smile against my lips as we both laugh.
I feel lighter and lighter as the day goes on. Adam gamely helps me organize my paltry amount of clothes and even makes a space for me in his walk-in closet. Everything is settling into place.
Later, when we are preparing dinner, my sense of peace is shattered when Adam tells me that Jason and his new fiancé are joining us.
My stomach immediately ties up in knots. I’ve ignored my brother for so long—how can I face him now?
Adam turns to me, sighing. “You need this, Kyle. Every day you ignore this problem it will only get worse. Your brother was dying to see you in the hospital, but I told him he should wait until you were feeling better. You’re better now, and you can’t put him off anymore.”
I shake my head. “I think I should go before he comes over.”
Adam takes my chin between his fingers. “No. You need to resolve this, pet. For your own good. Do I need to remind you again who is in charge?”
Just like that, my breathing changes as I struggle to inhale, my center dampening with arousal. It’s like my body’s become trained to respond to him.
“Fine,” I grind out.
He picks up a wooden spatula and gives me a single spank on my already tender ass. “Try that again?” he prompts, his eyes full of warning.
“Yes, sir,” I sigh, and he puts the spatula down.
“Better.” He pulls me in for a kiss, and I open for him as his tongue slides against mine, dominating me completely.
I think Adam can tell that I’m nervous, because he distracts me by giving me cooking lessons. He laughs at my sad attempt to tie up the legs of the whole chicken we’re baking.
“Like this,” he says, his large muscular body gently pushing mine to the side as he takes over. He deftly ties the chicken legs together into a neat, secure knot.
“You’re good at that,” I comment, and he turns to face me fully, quirking an eyebrow even as his lips tug up into a barely repressed smile.
“I should be,” he finally says, and I laugh so hard I have to press a hand to my belly.
I almost forget that Jason and his new fiancé are coming over, but then the doorbell rings, and I freeze.
“Relax, baby,” Adam says, squeezing my shoulder before he makes his way to the door.
I quickly rinse my hands and follow him as I hear Adam exchanging greetings with his best friend and a woman—who must be this fiancé I’ve never heard of.
I come to stand awkwardly behind Adam as he takes their coats, and when Jason and I make eye contact I feel the world crashing down around me.
There’s sadness and hurt in his eyes—and I’m the one responsible.
“Hi,” says the woman, breaking the silent moment between Jason and I as she comes to stand in front of me. “I’m Julia. I’ve heard so much about Jason’s baby sister,” she tells me as she proffers a hand, her voice full of warmth.
She’s a beautiful woman, with long honey-blonde hair and light brown eyes that express what a kind person she must be. “Hi,” I respond on autopilot, painfully aware that Jason is still standing silently behind his fiancé, “I’m Kyle. Nice to meet you.”
Her hand squeezes mine lightly before she steps back, her eyes surveying the open kitchen,
dining, and living spaces behind us. “Adam,” she exclaims, “you never told me how beautiful your home is!”
I feel another pang in my chest. Adam has met my brother’s fiancé, but I haven’t.
Adam leads Julia into the living room, and I distantly hear him saying something about a tour, and she looks back at me curiously before she follows Adam deeper into the house. I feel a moment of thankfulness: I know that Adam is deliberately giving me and Jason space.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt. “It’s been killing me every day, but I was too ashamed to call. I know I’m a disappointment. I couldn’t ask you for help, not when it’s my fault…” I choke on my words, my throat constricted with tears.
“You can always ask me for help, Kyle!” Jason is suddenly shouting, his eyes fiery. “We are each other’s only family. It’s always just been you”—he thumps his chest—“and me. We count on each other. I thought you knew that! Do you know what it’s been like, worrying if you were alive or dead when you never answered my calls? When I knocked on the door to your place every day and no one answered?”
“No,” my voice is hushed, thick with tears. “I didn’t think about it. I just assumed you were mad and wanted to tell me off. I’m sorry, Jason, I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t face you, not when I let my scholarship go and ruined everything, and I—”
“I don’t care!” Jason shouts, suddenly striding forward and yanking me into a bear hug. “You’re my baby sister. You can never disappoint me.”
I sob into his shoulder, and Jason keeps hugging me, repeating, “you can never disappoint me,” until I’ve stopped crying.
Jason and I are both wiping our tears away when Adam and Julia come back into the room. Without skipping a beat, Adam strides forward and crushes me to his chest.
“I’m fine,” I mumble against his pecks as I feel him kiss my hair. “Really,” I say, pushing against him now, feeling embarrassed because my brother and Julia are watching.