by Kat Catesby
“I understand,” she sighs with pleasure.
“I’m only tying it in a bow so you can pull the end and release yourself whenever you need to or you can use our safe word.”
“Which is?”
“Sunshine,” I can’t help my smirk at using my nickname for her as her safe word.
“Sunshine,” she repeats smiling.
I finish the satin bow and walk her back to a height-adjustable carabiner, lock it around the ribbon and adjust it so that Katie’s arms are raised above her head. The sight of her stretched and balancing on the balls of her feet, her tits bouncing with every deep gasp she makes, has me so hard it hurts. I palm my cock through my jeans trying to get some much-needed relief but nothing helps. My entire length aches for her to the point of pain, causing my eyes to roll with the need. I wanted to drag this out, tease her and make her beg but it’s my cock doing the begging. I need her body wrapped around mine. Now.
I discard my clothes as quickly as humanly possible, suck a plump rosy nipple into my mouth and push my fingers through her wet folds. She’s soaking. Her juices coat the inside of her thighs where it’s dripping from her. I don’t stop at her entrance, running my hand underneath her to her ass instead, gripping her pale flesh tightly and hauling her off her feet high enough to impale her with my impatient cock.
Katie
“YES,” I scream at the top of my lungs as I slide down his hard length until he’s seated fully and throbbing inside me. I can’t control any of my movements with my arms bound above my head and that makes me wetter. My arousal is dripping out of me I want him so bad and we both know it, which makes me hotter again for him.
Any residual uncertainty I had about being here evaporated in the heat of my desire while I watched him teach those girls. Their sensual naked bodies trussed up beautifully by his large skillful hands. The entire time I was desperate for it to be my body smothered by his touch. I couldn’t follow him to this room fast enough. And when he told me to strip with the intention of tying me up, the only reason I paused was that I noticed I didn’t feel insecure about giving him total control at all.
No fear. No memories. Just the insatiable burn to have him take me however he wants.
And take me he does.
I love that he used ‘sunshine’ as my safe word - I prefer lighter and playful safe words as opposed to ‘red’ or other words associated with pain. I also love that he tied me up in a way that I can free myself, but I’m excited for the day when I’m confident enough to have him restrain me where I can’t escape.
He’s more thoughtful than he realizes. Yes, he fucked up earlier by keeping things from me but it wasn’t out of malice, his heart was in the right place and we all make mistakes especially when it comes to things we’re particularly protective over. But Ash knows me, knows my body…knows what I need…and boy does he deliver.
His lips crash against mine, his tongue lashing mine with deep, wet strokes as he thrusts deep into me. His hands grip my hips moving me up and down his thick length slick with my juices. Ash makes me ride him mercilessly; driving upwards every time he slams me down on him. His bulbous head hitting my g-spot every time. I’m a ragdoll in his control, my body boneless and melting with the fire raging inside and radiating out from my core yet at the same time my muscles tense and coil in desperation. The pressure building, the tension unbearable. Something needs to snap, to explode, to release me from the all-consuming insanity of my need to be pummelled by his punishing cock.
“Harder. Fuck me harder. Please,” I whimper. I have nothing left to give. My body can do nothing except what he makes me. He’s burning me up; my mind is blank and frazzled simultaneously. Utter desperation and intense pleasure bring tears to my eyes as he works my body impossibly higher.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” he grunts between thrusts.
“I need it, I need it, I need it, I. Need. It,” I mumble repeatedly and incoherently, praying that he knows exactly what I need because I’m not sure I do. My mind and body are lost to the pleasure. I only know that it needs something desperately.
Out of nowhere, he bites my nipple hard as he slams my g-spot with his magnificent dick and the pain shoots straight to my clit as pure unadulterated pleasure. I shatter into a thousand orgasmic pieces around his thick shaft as my body finally explodes into the most blissfully intense climax. He rides each wave of pleasure, prolonging the beautiful agony until his cock throbs and swells impossibly and he pulses jet after jet of hot cum inside my shattered cunt. Just like he promised, we scream each other’s name.
Chapter Eleven
Katie
The weeks pass and finally, things seem to fall into place in my life.
By the time the flood damage to my little cottage was fixed, it seemed almost pointless moving in considering the amount of time I spend in Ash’s bed. We sort of fell into the routine of living together and I briefly wondered if it was too soon but Ash successfully argued that even the short amount of time traveling between the cottage and his place was time better spent fucking. Who was I to argue? Especially when he hid my suitcases in the attic to prevent me from packing; I wasn’t that desperate to leave that I was going to go crawling around up there. And despite it all, it felt natural to live with him.
Maddie got the job at the Rock Hard Club and seems to be enjoying it, although she has made a few comments about Dixon not being friendly towards her. I’m not sure what’s going on there but she seems reluctant to talk about it.
The lodge is thriving and at max capacity most weeks. Ash and I continue to go from strength to strength…and the sex is still insanely explosive. The red satin ribbon has become my new favorite toy…amongst the other toys I’ve found the confidence to try with him.
We’ve still not gone so far as to restrain me in a way where escape isn’t an option. If my wrists are tied then it’s normally a knot I can undo or my ankles are bound but my arms are free. I’m excited about being totally restrained by him and although I trust him, I’m still not quite there yet. Ash has mentioned it a couple of times, but never in a pushy way. He’s mentioned it more recently because I think he senses that I have no reason to hold back with him anymore because I love him – not that I’ve told him that though. I just need to let go of that final little piece of resistance, the dark piece that reminds me of what happens when I’m not in control. I’m slowly overpowering the last of the bleak negativity because I trust Asher with my life and I have nothing to fear from him and I refuse to let fear be a part of my new life.
Just when I think I’m ready to take that step with Ash, a knock on the ranch house door one Friday evening shatters the little world of security I’ve built for myself.
“Detective Jones?” I ask as I open the door to reveal the aged appearance of the Detective who worked my assault case. He looks somber and tired in his crumpled suit.
Shit.
“How are you, Katie? May I come in?” He asks gravely.
“I’m doing really well thank you,” I answer as I open the door wider for him and lead him into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you, I won’t be staying long as I’m needed elsewhere. Are we able to talk privately?”
“Um, yes, my boyfriend isn’t home from work yet.”
“You have a boyfriend?” He asks somewhat surprised.
“Yes, Asher Scott, the ranch owner.”
“That’s wonderful Katie. I hope he treats you right?”
“He does. Better than I ever thought possible. Detective, I don’t mean to be rude but what’s all this about?” It’s not that I don’t mind small talk but this feels stilted and awkward.
He sighs and looks utterly defeated. “Does the name Elsie Cade mean anything to you?”
Dread swirls suddenly and violently in my stomach. “That’s…David’s new girlfriend…isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Phone records show you calling her shortly before you moved out here. Can you tell me what you spoke
about?”
“I tried to warn her. To get her to leave him. Why are you checking her phone records? What’s happened?” I’m starting to panic now.
“The inevitable,” Detective Jones sounds angry now. “David beat Ms. Cade the same way he did you but she wasn’t so lucky. I wish I didn’t have to tell you this but he killed her and then he fled. He’s wanted for murder and the DA is reopening your case and will likely contact you for a testimony once he’s apprehended. It’s too late to help Elsie but he’s not going to have the opportunity to hurt another woman again. I will see to it that he spends the rest of his days rotting in maximum security.”
“When you find him,” I add, feeling the strength in my legs failing.
“Yes, once we find him,” he admits darkly.
“Am I in danger?” I whisper, barely able to breathe.
“It’s unlikely. He’s not a stupid man and he’d have to be to try and track you down, knowing that I’d notify the local police department and have you watched. It strikes me that he wants to avoid jail time, not get caught. I’ve already spoken with the local sheriff but you should probably mention the latest development to Maddie; he wasn’t her biggest fan and saw her as an interfering trouble maker. Again, it’s unlikely that he would try to find either of you but she should be made aware of the situation.”
“So, that’s it?” I choke out, feeling my world disintegrate around me. In he walks and detonates a fifty-megaton nuclear bomb in the middle of my blissfully rebuilt life and that’s it? Elsie Cade is dead. Tell Maddie.
What. The. Fuck.
“I can sense your frustration Katie and believe me when I tell you I’m right there with you. That twisted bastard should’ve been locked away forever after what he did to you and the skills of a smarmy-assed lawyer cost Elsie Cade her life. Nothing about this is right. An investigation is also being launched into the handling of your case by the DA and the legal firm that represented David. Other than that, I have nothing else I can tell you. And it fucking frustrates me that I can’t stand here and reassure you he’s already behind bars. Elsie’s case is an active murder investigation and you’re not family so I can’t disclose too many of the particulars. All I can tell you is what I have. You shouldn’t have faced the horrors you lived through and you sure as hell shouldn’t have to live through this asshole’s manhunt.
“The local sheriff is aware and patrols around the town and surrounding area are being increased. He’s a wanted man; his mugshot has been circulated nationally. All I can do is keep you notified and tell you to stay safe.” Detective Jones sounds exhausted. It’s not his fault this situation exists. He was my champion in the aftermath of my attack. One of the few who really pushed for my case to see the inside of a courtroom. I can see that it burns deep that justice wasn’t served and that an innocent life has had to pay the price.
I want to cry for Elsie. I can imagine the fear she lived through when she should never have been in that position in the first place.
My fear crystallizes to white-hot fury on her behalf. She was such a sweet-sounding person on the phone and she didn’t deserve to be left at the merciless hands of my fucking ex.
What must her family be going through? Out there somewhere is a parent whose little girl is never coming home. They will never walk her down the aisle, never be grandparents to her children. Never see her smile again or hear her voice. The knowledge pulls at my chest and my eyes sting with unshed tears.
I should’ve done more.
I should have saved her.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Detective Jones grips my shoulders in both hands. “You tried. There was nothing more you could’ve done. You were strangers to one another and you had the decency to warn her about the man she was getting involved with. I can understand why she didn’t heed your warning; to her, you were the crazy ex-girlfriend who tried to have her boyfriend arrested. She was never going to listen to you but you still tried. Short of kidnapping her, you had no power over her decision to be with that scumbag. Do. Not. Blame. Yourself.” He enunciates each word to drive home his point and then marches to the door, clearly a determined man on a mission. He turns just before he leaves, “I’ll be in touch.”
The door slams behind him, leaving me in ominous silence with only my chaotic thoughts for company.
I fumble with my phone with shaky fingers, eventually connecting the call to Maddie and briefly relay the conversation I just had with Detective Jones.
She sounds mildly concerned but there’s an edge to her tone, one that I know means she’s trying not to freak out on my behalf. The last thing she wants is for me to panic. But the absence of words can be just as terrifying as speaking a painful sentence out loud.
I end the call before I can read too much into Maddie’s responses and wait in the eerily silent house for Ash to come home.
It’s not unusual for me to finish before him and to be in the ranch house alone but after Detective Jones’s bombshell, the quiet calm doesn’t feel friendly.
It feels menacing.
Chills ripple down my spine as bone-deep unease claws at my chest from the inside. My mind is turning my safe and familiar surroundings against me and I don’t know how to stop the spiral. I want to be strong but I know that Ash is going to come home to a girlfriend-shaped, crying and crumpled heap on the floor. I can feel my legs failing me as the last of my strength vacates my body.
The shrill sound of the doorbell tears me inside out, ripping the air from my lungs and forcing my heart into the confining space of my throat, choking me. Its beat is so violently rapid that my pulse deafens me and blackness creeps at the edges of my vision.
I grip the countertop for dear life, white-knuckled as I clumsily reach for the knife block to arm myself.
The logical part of my brain has been forced into a faraway corner so its voice is barely discernible when it tries to reason that if it were David, he’s hardly likely to ring the doorbell.
I clutch the knife to me and stumble towards the door as the bell rings out again, echoing around the empty house like a taunt.
The front door is surrounded by slender glass panes allowing me to see who’s on the porch – another reason why David would be unlikely to ring the doorbell; I’d see it was him, call the cops and leave him on the porch until he was arrested…or shoot him through the glass…one of the two.
I sag with full-bodied relief when I see it’s just a delivery man. Being as far out of town as we are, and depending on who we’ve ordered from, we get deliveries at all hours of the day.
Hiding the knife in the back pocket of my jeans I open the door and sign for the slightly elongated box. The guy looks at me curiously; I’m guessing my face is still white as a ghost and my fingers definitely shake as I sign his handheld device but I’m in too much of a rush to slam the door and lock myself safely inside to care.
I relax a fraction more as I hear him descend the porch steps. Moments later, a door slams and his van rumbles as he pulls away. On still-wobbly legs, I walk to the kitchen with the package and discard the knife from my back pocket onto the countertop within arm’s reach. That’s when I notice the discreet little symbol stamped unobtrusively on the side of the box…the symbol of the online adult website that Ash has bought a few sex toys from.
That’s enough to distract me momentarily but not enough to relax me – the box is too big to be a dildo or vibrator and anxiety gnaws at my already fraying nerves. What has he been buying?
And why the secrecy? He didn’t tell me he was purchasing anything else for our sex life…so that would suggest something that he wants me to work towards…because I’d probably not be comfortable with it currently…
This is the absolute worst day to be buying boundary-pushing sex gifts.
I tear into the box, not caring that it’s addressed to Ash and gasp, nearly dropping the contents with a clatter.
A spreader bar.
A fucking spreader bar.
Any other day I’d
have been apprehensive but intrigued. Today I’m just freaking the fuck out.
My mind is awash with memories I didn’t give permission to run riot and they are mingling, distorting and twisting the device in my hands into something sinister.
It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine…
It’s. Not. Fine.
A scream bubbles up and I bite my lip and swallow it down like a painfully trapped hiccup. I try to reason that it’s no different to having my ankles restrained in the cuffs we attached to Asher’s bed but it is different. My legs would have less scope to wiggle even a bit and he could move me into whatever position he wants with this; I wouldn’t be restricted to being tied up on my back – we’d have more freedom to move but I’d have less control over that movement. He could put me in any position he desired without any input from me.
Instead of arousing me like it would have this morning, the thought has me hyperventilating.
Air barely makes it into my lungs and conscious thought has flat out fled me. I’m teetering on the edge of a very dark precipice; weak, vulnerable and shaking with sobs when large, rough hands clamp hold of my shoulders out of nowhere.
I full-on scream at the top of my lungs. Blood-curdling and terror-filled as I gasp for breath and try to shake off the hot hands caressing me…
Caressing?
That’s when my eyes fight to focus on the man in front of me. The beautifully familiar and clearly alarmed man who lifts his hands in surrender to show he means no harm.
Every inch of him is coiled and tense, the veins on his thick forearms bulge with the effort of not reaching for me. I want to run to him. To bury myself in the safety of his massive body, enclosed by the strength of his muscles protecting me from the dark world that’s crept up on me.
I want to. But I don’t.