A Bid For Love (4 page)

"Stand up."

Her legs shaking, Erika stood before him,
wondering how he was going to take her, or if that was his plan.
She stepped back when he stood. Carefully, his hands cupped her
shoulders, and guided her down until she was sitting in the chair.
Then he knelt before her and smoothed his hands over her knees and
lower legs. There were a few red marks from the floor, but nothing
too uncomfortable.

With soft presses of his lips, he kissed each
one before standing in front of her. "Kiss me," he commanded. Her
lips curled into a smile of pure devilment, Erica leaned forward
and did as he commanded, her lips wet and soft against his stomach.
She delighted in the growl that Ryan responded with.

He didn't stop her, but she could see his
hands clenching into fists at his side as he allowed her to play.
After a year apart, and more heartache that she would even have
imagined they were capable of dealing to each other, she needed
this playful moment to help her regain her balance.

As much as she needed to show him her
submission, she also needed to rekindle the simple joy being with
him generated. Nipping lightly at his stomach, she slowly worked
her way down to the fly of his jeans where she waited, her breath
whispering softly over his cock.

Instead of fisting his hands in her hair, or
demanding she suck him into her mouth, Ryan leaned down and wrapped
his arms around her, holding her tight against his body. She could
feel his heart beating an erratic pace against his chest, her own
responding in kind. Tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she
forced them to not fall by blinking, and finally closing her
eyes.

At his whispered words, "My heart", the last
year of pain melted away.

As Ryan slowly released her and stood back
up, she looked up, staring into love filled eyes. He held his hands
out, and as she clasped them, he pulled her up and against his
body. With her pressed against his chest, he slid down his jeans
and kicked them off, then sat back down in the chair.

Rather than coax her to her knees again, Ryan
clasped her hips in his warm hands, turning her around and pulling
her down onto his lap. Straddling him, Erika gasped at the
delicious feel of his cock along the cleft of her pussy, stroking
along the sensitive folds.

He kissed her, and it felt like coming home
after a long trip. The velvety feel his tongue sliding against hers
wiped away the pain of his earlier brutal kisses. The delicate
probing of his fingers on her labia as he readied her for his cock
set her pulse to racing. When the surge of his cock slid deep
inside of her, she felt as if the entire world had ceased to exist,
except them.

Rocking forward, she welcomed him into her
body. His grip tightly dug into her hips and she reveled in the
knowledge that in the morning she would be marked by his passion.
It didn't matter if it was stripes from a whip or the subtle
imprint of his fingers. What mattered was wearing the marking of
his possession.

She relaxed her body, allowing him to guide
her motions, rocking her back and forth, guiding her up and down on
him, driving them both together into euphoria. When he tore his
lips away she whimpered softly, her body needing more.

"Pinch your nipples," he ordered, his voice
hoarse.

Smiling softly, Erika reached between them
and grasped her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers,
pinching as hard as she could stand, then applying a twist. Pain
shot down to her clit, sending a spasm through her pussy.

Moaning softly, she arched her back,
clenching her slick inner muscles around the thick shaft of his
cock. The feel of him buried in her was intoxicating. It had been
so very long. She hadn't been with another man, nor allowed herself
even the feel of a vibrator, knowing it couldn't recreate what Ryan
could. It had been simply better to go without.

"Harder," he growled.

Erika tightened her hold, her body screaming
inwardly, protesting the discomfort. As a reward Ryan slid a hand
between them, pinching and pulling at her clit while he continued
to guide the motion of her body.

Erika could feel the faint first twinges of
her orgasm and clenched as hard as she could around him,
remembering all the times she had been gagged, unable to signal
that she was so close, so she had shown Ryan with her body.

A soft groan answered her, as he started
rocked harder against her, thrusting his hips up, driving his cock
deep into her core. His grip on her hips tightened as he forcefully
pulled her down against him, pinching her clit harder than she was
her own nipples.

"Who do you belong to?"

Erika gasped as he pulled at her clit,
stretching the tiny bundle of nerves in a deliciously painful
way.

"You," she panted, needing to come, but
knowing she had to hold back. Her orgasm wasn't hers, it was his to
allow her.

"Say it. Say that you're mine."

"I'm yours, Ryan. My body, my heart, they're
yours to use as you will."

His lips slammed down against hers, his
tongue mirroring the motions of his cock as he ground her harder
against him. Erika wanted to sob with frustration as she held off
her orgasm, her body spiraling higher and higher, seeking the
euphoric release. Nerves tight, she clenched him as tight within
her as she could, silently begging for his permission. She felt as
if she would go mad if he didn't give it.

As he broke the kiss, she moaned, her eyes
closed tight.

"Come for me," he whispered, so softly she
wasn't certain she heard him. Opening her eyes, she stared into his
as he ordered, "Show me your body is mine. Come for me."

She gave a soft scream as her orgasm claimed
her, taking her slightly by surprise at the force of it. She could
feel Ryan's thrusts growing erratic as he surged against her, then
jerked, his grip holding her motionless as his cock bucked inside
of her, his come mingling with her juices.

Breathless, she released her grip on her
nipples and collapsed against him, needing to feel the heat of his
body against hers.

* * *

Almost a week later, as soon as the shower
came on, Erika climbed out of her bed and opened the closet door.
When they had arrived at her place the night before so she could
grab a few things to move to his place, the lure of the bed had
been too strong to resist. They had ended up making love until they
both fell asleep.

Pushing her clothing aside she grabbed the
box that held all of his gifts she had saved. Grabbing it, she
climbed back onto the bed and opened it, her pulse racing.
Carefully, she lifted out the box that contained the jewelry, the
rose petals she had painstakingly dried and wrapped in bubble wrap,
the lingerie, and other beloved items. Holding her jeweled collar
in her hands, she rubbed her thumbs over it, stroking the smooth
silver, inhaling the slightly acrid scent of the metal. Her
fingertips brushed over the smaller inset jewels, which she and
Ryan had painstakingly selected together, picking out ones that
matched each of their eyes colors.

Lifting it to her neck, she clasped it and
centered it, so that her name was in front, resting under her chin.
The cold metal heated with the warmth of her skin, settling
comfortably, like it was only yesterday she had worn it for
him.

Fingers trembling, she reached back into the
box for the letter and lifted it out. The lettering on the envelope
had faded slightly, but she could still make out her name and
address, written in Ryan's precise handwriting. Tracing the letters
with her fingertip, she put off the inevitable until she couldn't
stand it any longer.

Opening the seal, she pulled the stationary
out and set the envelope back into the box. As she started reading
tears shimmered in her eyes and blazed a heated trail along her
cheeks, but she ignored them. All that mattered were the words on
the page, words that poured from the heart of her beloved.

As she came to the last line, a sob escaped
her and the letter fluttered to the mattress. Holding her palm
against her heart, she tried to bring her racing emotions under
control, and hadn't noticed the silence of the shower.

The sound of Ryan's voice had her turning
guiltily, a blush staining her cheeks as she faced him.

"I still mean it."

Erika held out her hand for Ryan's, pulling
him down for a kiss, then she laid her face against his chest, his
heartbeat a soothing rhythm as she struggled to control her need
for him.

Gently, he cupped her chin and tipped her
face up, forcing her to look into his eyes. The love shining back
at her as he traced his fingertip over the engravings in the collar
around her throat caused her chest to tightened, her heart to race.
Throat dry, she swallowed heavily, waiting for him to say something
more, uncertain what to say herself.

"I still want to marry you. I came home that
day with a ring in my pocket, hoping to claim you for my own, and
then I was going to explain what Cindy had done. I had faith you
would understand why Cindy have been forced to such a rash action,
that you would even support the need for such a deception given
your gentle heart. When I saw the newspaper on the table and you
packing, I didn't know what to do, what to say. I had the evening
planned out perfectly, then things suddenly went to hell.

"I wanted to do it different this time, but I
guess planning isn't going to work. It's not really our style
anyways. So, forget all the rest of it, will you marry me?"

Flinging her arms around his neck, Erika held
tight to him, hoping she wouldn't wake up from the dream. "Yes,"
she whispered against his neck, the sound coming out more of a
croak as it slid past her tight throat.

Pulling back, she looked into his eyes, and
climbed off the bed. Kneeling down before him, she laid her head
against his inner thigh, her mouth a breath away from his cock.

A flash of gold caught her attention as the
curtains flickered, letting the sunlight in. Looking over Ryan's
thigh, she couldn't help admiring the beauty of the painting
hanging on the wall. Erika felt tears welling in her eyes, tears of
thanks for her grandmother, and her unashamed acceptance of the
breathtaking quality of passion.

She only wished she had the talent to add a
second painting of her and Ryan, one of this very moment, forever
capturing her complete trust and submission. Almost as if Ryan knew
what she was thinking, a hand dropped to her head and she could
feel it trembling as he brushed the strands of her hair before
trailing down her neck to rest on her collar.

* * *

The story is not over yet. Continue reading
for a glimpse into Ryan and Erica's life before their breakup.

Erika closed her eyes and rocked back against
Ryan as he slowly thrust forward, driving his cock hard and deep
into her pussy. Whimpering softly as he slowly slid back out, she
fought the urge to beg him to let her come. Gripping the back of
the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white, she held her ground
even as her legs trembled.

Ryan chuckled softly in her ear, his voice
deep and so perfect as he whispered, "You feel so good baby, so
damn tight and hot. Clench for me. Tighten those slick muscles
around me."

His hands grasped her hips firmly, holding
her steady against him as he slowly the pace to a tortuously slow
grind. Her body screamed for an orgasm, but he hadn't told her she
could, and she wasn't about to disappoint him. Biting her bottom
lip, she clenched her core tight around his hardness, attempting to
hold him tight within her body.

Ryan rewarded her with a hard thrust, his
balls slapping against her ass as he pulled back and thrust again.
Her breasts jerked with the force, nipples brushing against the
soft material covering the chair.

"That's good baby. I know you want to come,
don't you?"

Erika nodded, unable to speak. Her nerves
were so sensitive from his drawn out seduction that each glide of
his body against hers was almost painful it felt so good. Even the
thin layer of the gauzy gown her had her wear for him was
agonizing. The material was bunched at her waist, leaving her
entire lower body bare, and open to Ryan's touch. The laces at the
front had been undone, her breasts hanging free.

She could feel the heat of his chest through
the material, the weight of his body against hers a welcome
feeling. She loved the feel of his body, his masterful touch as he
claimed her body, proving to her the she was his--body and
heart.

Ryan groaned behind her as he picked up the
pace of his thrusts, a silent signal that he was close to his own
orgasm. Whimpering softly, Erika prayed that he would allow her to
come. All day he had played with her body, teasing her nipples,
burying his fingers in her pussy, tonguing her clit, and even
whipping her butt with his favorite flogger, each time pushing her
just to the edge of orgasm but not letting her crest.

All week she had been his slave, wearing only
the thin gowns he had provided, her body open to his touch at any
moment. Her breasts were still tender from yesterday's gift, a set
of nipple clamps with varying attachable weights.

Rather than celebrate Valentine's Day as one
event, Ryan had spent a week leading up to it, and now that the day
was here, Erika didn't know if she was going to survive it. Already
she was pushed beyond what she had previously seen as her limits,
and she didn't know if the end was in sight, but she was loving
every minute of it. Every slow glide of his cock in her pussy or
ass, ever pinch of nipple clamps, every whip and paddle against her
ass or pussy, every thrust of his cock in her mouth, every sensual
torture Ryan dished out.