Untied

by Katherine Rhodes

  “How many are we on, Cece?” he asked, smoothing over her vulva with the ice cube again.

  “That was eight, Sir,” she breathed.

  “Do you want to come?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir, please,” she said.

  “How many more do we have?”

  “Two, Sir,” she said.

  “No coming, then,” he said. The crop slapped again.

  She yelped and groaned and shrieked again when he ran the ice cube up and down her.

  “Ah, Cece. You’re so hot you’ve melted my ice cube.”

  She let out a long slow breath as his cool fingers traced her again.

  “Please, Sir...” She gasped.

  He brought the crop down on her sex one last time, and he tossed the crop on the bed next to her. Cece wanted to ask what was going on because she was panting hard, but she suddenly felt his tongue laving her clit. Her swollen lips and hot bud responded to him, and she gasped and bit down hard on the ropes on her wrists.

  Killian slipped a finger into her throbbing entrance, and he pulled his lips away from their assault on her clit. “Do you want to come, Cece?”

  “Yes, please.” She gasped. “Please, Sir!”

  “You may come now, Cece,” he said. His lips were back on her vulva with their velvet torture. He moved his finger in her, and Cece knew that she was just a few seconds until she came, and she wanted to so much. Then he crooked his finger against her walls and hit her G-spot. She exploded and crumbled at the same time.

  “Fuck!” She gasped, the orgasm taking over. Her legs started trembling, and she felt Killian put his hands on the back of her thighs to hold her up as he continued to feast on her as the climax rolled through. He was careful and gentled her down from the raging orgasm.

  Cece lifted her head and found that she had left teeth marks in the rope. She looked back at Killian, who was kneeling between her legs and was gently rubbing her ass.

  “Someone liked that.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

  He ran his hands up her sides and helped her to stand from where she was bent over the bed. He didn’t stand. Instead, he pushed her gently to sitting and moved her hands to rest between her legs. She could feel her own wetness there, the throbbing orgasm still subsiding. She saw that he had removed the leathers at some point and she must have made a disappointed sound, because he smirked at her.

  “You like those pants, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said as he sidled closer.

  “Well, no more of those right now,” he said. “I want to see these luscious breasts of yours. I’ve been dying to sample them for months.” He ran his hands over the satin demi-cups and then hooked his fingers around the edge and pulled them down agonizingly slow. The satin teased her nipples, beading them. He slipped the cups down and slid them under her breasts, forcing them up higher.

  Killian rubbed a palm over the left one while he pinched the one of the right. She gasped painfully, and he looked up at her. She smiled at him. “Sir, they are very sensitive. If you please, Sir, you can work them up to accepting more rough lips and teeth.”

  “I like a woman who knows her body,” he said, wrapping his hand around the breast. He brought his lips to her nipple and suckled lightly at first. He slowly slipped his hand behind her and guided her to a supine position, head on the pillows of her bed. He sucked and flicked and licked and nipped at her, driving her higher again. He moved to the other side and started his feast again. He spent more time there, and she watched him. He had taken her advice to heart: he teased and sucked the nipple to the point where he could grab it between his teeth and pull, and all she felt was the delicious thrill of it. Even though she thought she was still coming down from the last orgasm, her body was winding back up again.

  He trailed nibbles and kisses back across to the first one as he moved his hand back to the breast he had just left, and continued to tease and pinch. He busied himself working on the other nipple. He paused for a moment and looked at her. “I want you to play with yourself. I want you to help me make you come again.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, watching him. Her hands were still between her legs and she just moved them enough that she could feel her hot clit below her own fingers.

  He wrapped his lips around her nipple again and suckled. He caught her in his teeth and rolled her around, pulling and biting lightly. The electricity from him ran through her and almost seemed to pull her fingers against her. She gasped and pressed her fingers to her clit, and she slowly circled herself, following the rhythm of his lips on her breast.

  He moved to the other one again. “I can feel your hand moving against that sweet little clit of yours,” he said. “You taste better than my fantasies.”

  His voice was deep and sensual and his breath tickled her already oversensitive nipples. He latched on again and bit. This time, it wasn’t gentle, and the pain ripped through her, lifting her even higher. She suddenly found herself rubbing her clit hard and furiously. She wanted to come with his lips wrapped around the hard bead of her nipple. She wanted him to bite the other breast.

  And as though he was in her mind, he moved over and bit down on that nipple. The same thing happened again and she rubbed even faster. She dipped her finger into her own entrance and spread the wet on her, then moved faster and harder over her clit. He was nibbling all around her breast, but when he get to the side near where her arm would rest, he bit again.

  Cece yelped and arched her back, pressing her breast into his teeth, and came. The orgasm wasn’t as intense as the last one, but it rolled and undulated through her body; being able to feel her own vulva quivering made her come again right on top of the first one.

  She felt his more gentle nips and nibbles make their way back to her rigid peaks and she felt herself coming down from the peak. Killian took her nipple in her mouth one more time and latched on, pulling it hard and flicking with his tongue, then letting go.

  She looked at him as he raised himself from his position at her breasts. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and his cock was red and swollen. He was absolutely the sexiest man she had ever seen. He ran his hands up her arms, lifting her hands from between her legs. He brought her fingers to his mouth and very slowly licked her juices off of her. His tongue was hot and soft and he very clearly enjoyed her taste.

  “Sir, please,” she said quietly, enjoying his ministrations.

  “Please what, mo chroí?” he asked.

  “Sir, please,” she said, “please fuck me.”

  “Mmm, yes. I have waited for years to slide my cock in your glistening pussy, to make you come around me. To empty myself inside you.” He ran his hand over her vulva. He took her hands, and brought them up over her head. He grabbed something above her head, and she looked.

  He put a small hook through the ropes around her wrists. He reached again and repeated the same motion, sliding another hook into the ropes. He pulled hard, and she realized she had just been lashed to her bed. She was momentarily shocked, and he saw it. He smirked and leaned down.

  “I came prepared, mo chroí.” He caught her mouth with his and kissed her, his tongue finding hers and stroking it. He pulled back and leaned over to the nightstand, and before she could see what he grabbed, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I hope you don’t object to a little anal play, mo chroí.”

  She turned her head and looked into his eyes. “Never from you, Sir.”

  He had a mischievous glint and leaned up. He was holding a polished steel butt plug that had a coating of lube on it. He moved so that he could easily grab the spreader bar and lifted her legs up. She pulled them up and bent her knees, reminding herself to relax. Anal play had never really been something she’d done, but she found herself wanting this from him.

  She felt his finger, cooled with lube, caress her anus, and she was instantly reminded how sensitive and responsive she was there. She desperately tried not to squirm against him, and a moment later, his finger slipped through
the tight ring, and she gasped and shivered. He pushed a little deeper, waiting each time until her body accepted his new, farther intrusion.

  He removed his finger and a moment later she felt two cool, lubed fingers press in. As he pressed forward, her body trembled and she came again. Never had anal play felt this good, this gentle, this careful. She felt him moving his fingers in and out of her slowly to help her enjoy the orgasm and her body was delightfully accepting of his movements.

  Once she stilled from the surprise climax, he withdrew his fingers and changed to teasing her with the tip of the plug. The cold plug felt slick and slippery against her anus, and it was a new, fascinating sensation. He pushed slowly through the ring that he had loosened enough to accept the toy. She felt the head of the plug pop through and the sensation of being full made her pull in her breath.

  “Easy, mo chroí,” he said. “We’re almost there.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

  He pushed a little more, the second part of the plug sliding home. She wanted to come again; it was like nothing else and no other time she had ever experienced this. “No, not yet, Cece,” he said, the glint present in his eyes. He leaned to the nightstand again, and she saw him grab a wipe of some kind, taking care of his fingers. He came back into view with a condom in hand and quickly sheathed himself.

  “Do you want me inside you, Cece?” he asked.

  “Oh, Sir, yes,” she said. “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me, Sir.” Cece was never one for begging either, but she needed him to stop teasing her and give her what they both needed.

  He rested the spreader bar across his chest and traced her vulva with his fingers, spreading her open and slipping a finger inside. “I have dreamed of this, Cece, for so many years. Before I was subbed for the first time, before I learned to be a Dom. I have dreamed of being here and seeing you willing and eager for me. And here you are, more than I dreamed.” As he spoke, he brought his hard shaft to her entrance and replaced his fingers there. Slowly, he pushed inside her, filling her, stretching her.

  And while she lay there, legs pressed up, pussy spread wide with his cock shoved in her, and her arms lashed to her own bed, she had never had a man make her feel more wanted, more sexy, more loved. She trusted Killian completely and right there, fell from lust into complete and consuming love for him.

  He started to move in her, his thick shaft sliding in and out easily because she was so wet for him. He wrapped his hands around her legs and pulled her toward him while pushing forward. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of being so stuffed by his cock and the plug, and another small orgasm trembled through her.

  “I belong here,” he breathed.

  “Sir, you do,” she forced out on a hitched breath.

  He started moving faster; she didn’t imagine that he could hold on much longer. She was once again on the edge of her own climax, his cock rubbing against her and pressing against the plug that filled her. She felt deliciously wanton and wanted nothing more than to come around his dick.

  He leaned forward, compacting her even more, pressing harder against the plug, and grabbed one more thing off the nightstand. There were two nipple clamps attached to a length of leather. He quickly slipped them on her hard nipples, and she gasped. He took the piece of leather in his teeth and leaned up. The pull bit into her nipples and she screamed in delight.

  He grabbed her legs and began pistoning in and out of her sex. He pulled on the leather strap in a rhythm that followed his shaft, and Cece sprinted to the top of her climax.

  “Sir, please, I’m going to come!”

  “Yes, shit, yes,” he said. “Come, Cece. Come. Let me feel you.” He pulled on the leather one more time.

  Cece screamed. There was no holding back. She yelled her climax at the top of her lungs, her vagina contracting hard around his cock, gripping him and milking him as he still pounded into her. “Killian!” she screamed. “Oh, God, yes! Yes! Fuck me, yes!”

  She felt as though she were never going to finish her orgasm and she didn’t care. Killian was bottoming out inside her, hitting her cervix and causing tremulous little cramps, extending her pleasure even more. He let go of the leather strap and started slamming himself into her so hard she was lifted off the bed.

  “Sir, please come!” she cried against his continued assault. “Please come inside me!”

  He slammed once, twice and then cursed, “Fuck!” And Cece felt him tighten, then exploded inside her. He pumped again and reached down. He pulled the plug from her, and Cece exploded in another orgasm as he pumped himself dry inside her. She screamed and thrashed while her muscles milked his shaft, coaxing every drop out of him.

  He held himself above her as they both settled from the consuming orgasms. He reached over and unhooked the ankle cuff from the spreader bar, and then the same on the other side. He put the bar on the floor, and her legs flopped out straight. They were trembling. He put the plug on the nightstand in a plastic case and carefully removed the nipple clamps, placing those on the nightstand as well.

  Killian leaned down and kissed her hard, but with a tenderness that caught her off guard. He reached up, and with a pull on a single piece of rope, released her from the bonds that held her on the bed. She brought them down and wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her bra up over her breasts, nestling them in the cups tenderly.

  He grabbed her hand and held it up in the soft light of the bedroom. She could see the rope marks on her wrists. He dropped a kiss on each wrist, on the marks, and his shaft had finally relaxed enough to slide out of her. Cece watched as he quickly dealt with the condom and sent his attention back to her.

  “Are you all right, mo chroí?” he whispered. “Do you need me to tend to anything for you?”

  “No, Sir,” she said. “I’m fine. Please, just lie with me for now.”

  He settled himself on his back on the bed, adjusting himself then pulling her against him. She cozied into the crook of his arm and draped her arm across his chest. She drifted to sleep, looking at the marks on her wrists and smiling.

  She could forgive Killian.

  Chapter Fourteen

  She woke slowly, her legs still feeling very rubbery. Cece felt sore, but it was a good sore. She wanted a glass of water and started to stretch to climb out of bed. She realized there was a still hot, very male body in the bed with her.

  She opened her eyes to find Killian lying there, smiling at her.

  “Sir,” she stared.

  He put a finger on her lips. “It’s just Killian.”

  She smiled. “We’re going to have to figure that out.”

  “How can I help you, mo chroí?” he asked.

  “I need a drink,” she said, unfurling herself from him. “I’m parched.”

  “Wouldn’t have a thing to do with all that screaming, would it?”

  She swatted at him. “Well, what did you expect?”

  “I knew you were loud, but I didn’t think you were a screamer,” he said, sitting up with her. “Can you walk?”

  “I have to,” she said. “I have to use the bathroom and get a drink.” She looked at the clock; they had been lying on the bed for two hours. She had slept most of the time. She looked down at herself; three quarters naked. “Would you mind if I put on some PJs?”

  He licked his lips. “You look good like that.”

  “I know you like this.” She smiled. “But it’s a bit breezy, don’t you think?”

  Killian leaned over and kissed her softly, carefully. “Stay warm,” he said. “I can always undress you again.”

  She stood from the bed and grabbed the warmest pair of cute pajamas she owned and snatched the case with the plug in it before heading for the bathroom. She ran the water hot and rinsed and cleaned and re-rinsed the steel plug and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Killian standing in the door in a pair of boxers.

  “Where did those come from?” she asked.

  He laughed and walked in. “I came prepared,” he said. He walked behind her and unhoo
ked the bra and then the corset underneath.

  She pulled off the corset and put it on the bench in the bathroom. She slipped the bra off and dropped it with the corset. Killian hummed appreciatively at her naked breasts but held out the top of the pajama set. Cece slipped it on quickly, and Killian helped her unhook the garter from the thigh-highs and passed her the pair of boyshorts she had brought in. He slipped the thigh-highs down her legs one at a time and put them with the corset, then helped her step into the pajama bottoms.

  He wrapped his hands around her shoulders. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “You’re amazing,” she responded. “Why don’t you go get us some water and snacks from the fridge while I finish up here.” She smiled at him. “Hard limit number one, bathroom time is private time. I don’t do the toilet fetish.”

  Killian laughed. “Agreed. I’ll get the snacks.”

  Cece took her time in the bathroom, neatening up herself and then sorting clothes, and finally emerged back into the bedroom. Killian was already back, had straightened the bed, turned on the music, and was waiting with two bottles of water and a plate of snacks. Cece walked over and slid in next to him.

  “Can you stand to indulge another fantasy of mine?” Killian asked, pulling her in closer.

  “What’s that, Sir?”

  “Oh, it’s not like that,” he said. “I always had this little fantasy about feeding you grapes and cheese and sipping champagne.”

  She looked at the plate and realized that it was full of grapes, cheese, and crackers, and there were two flutes of champagne on the nightstand with the water. She laughed lightly. “You are a fascinating man, Killian. This little fantasy sounds delicious, though, and I’m quite hungry. I wonder why.”