Ashley's Bend (30 page)

“Take the first rope and make a crossing turn, like this,” he demonstrated as he made a loop out of one of the ties.

“Take the second rope and use it to lace another crossing turn through the first rope.”

I watched as his dexterous fingers manipulated the shape of the ties to his satisfaction. In a way, I felt just like those ties. He had molded me, shaped me, and changed me. I was not the same woman that I was a month before. I could have ended up a woman scorned when my marriage ended, but instead I had been made better. I had discovered that I had desires and needs, not only sexually, but personally, as well. Dominic brought all of those things out in me and my heart beats a little faster as I realized the depths of the feelings I had developed for him.

“Now, you form the final tuck by bringing both ends through the center together and tighten the ropes,” he said as he performed the final step creating a knot that had successfully joined two ends of the ties together making a longer rope.

“Stand up and turn around, Ashley.” Not wanting to wait any longer, I quickly complied. I spun around exposing my backside to him, and he brought his arm around my front and placed the Ashley’s Bend knot he made over my chest.
My heart thudded against my chest at the placement of the knot, so close to my heart.

“Grab your elbows behind your back,” he whispered against the nape of my neck and I felt the goose bumps form on my already sensitized skin. Reaching back to clasp onto my forearms, I rolled my shoulders back as Dominic wrapped the tie around me binding my arms in place before he tied them off. The position I was in forced my chest out and my breasts grew heavy and swollen with need.

“Don’t move. I want to look at you,” he admitted as he stepped back and walked at a snail’s pace around me admiring his handy work.

“You look so fucking gorgeous, Ashley. I think my ties look better on you than me,” he said as he continued to observe me. I felt the evidence of my arousal start to trickle down my inner thigh and I wanted to move desperately, but Dominic told me not to. It was taking every ounce of control I had not to squirm under his impassioned stare.

Dominic walked back around to my back side and placed his hands on my shoulders spinning me around to face him. I didn’t look up at him. I wanted to submit to him freely, willingly. I was caught between feelings of anticipated pleasure and fear for the unknown. Never had a man ever had that much effect on me, causing me to have a rollercoaster of feelings.

“Spread your legs,”
he said not giving me any room for reluctance.

Stepping my feet apart, my legs trembled as I bid his demand.

“Are you wet, Ashley? If I were to reach down and touch you, would I find you dripping with pleasure?”

“Please touch me,” I begged in a whisper. My ache was so deep, that I could hardly breathe. Short, desperate pants replaced my controlled inhalations. The anticipation was almost too much to handle.

“Not yet.”

I whimpered. Dominic reached onto the bed and retrieved another tie, but this one was wider than the ones he used to bind my arms. Walking back behind me, he brought the tie up over my head and placed it over my eyes.

“No, I want to see you, please,”
I insisted.

His defiant chuckle rang through my ears.

“Sorry, I have plans for you, Sweetheart. I want you to get lost in the sensations of me touching you. I want you to wonder where my touch will be from one moment to the next. Your body will be wound up tight, begging me to release it for you. Only then, will I allow you to come.”

My knees nearly gave out and I started to sink to the floor, but Dominic wrapped his arms around me before I could fall. Gently he pushed me into a seated position on the bed. I felt his presence standing right in front of me even though I could not see him. Suddenly, his warm hands were on my thighs spreading my knees apart.

Yes. It was time. He was finally going to touch that part of me that ached for him crucially, so desperately. I had turned into a wanton, writhing woman whenever I was with him. I loved how he was so attentive and in control, but most of all, I loved how he was more in tune with my body than I was.

Thinking he was going to reach out and touch my aching core, I gasped when I felt his teeth bite down onto the swollen flesh of one of my nipples.

“Oh God!” I cried as he then licked it with the tip of his tongue to soothe the sting of the bite. The mixture of pain and pleasure was inebriating. I was becoming drunk on the sensations my body was feeling with each touch he awarded to me.

“I love how wonderfully your body responds to me, Ashley. I want to mark you. Invade you. Make you feel things that you have never experienced and never will with anyone but me. I want to ruin you, wreck you and give you insurmountable pleasure.”

“Please, Dominic,” I started to beg, but my plea was muffled when his mouth closed over mine in a searing hot kiss. My mouth opened in shock which allowed Dominic's tongue access to invade inside. There was something different about the kiss. It wasn’t hurried or punishing as others had been. No, it was sweet, almost tender. It made my heart flutter in my chest and caused an emotional reaction in me so that I could feel tears form in my eyes hidden behind the tie. Dominic had so much to give, yet he had been too afraid to allow himself the opportunity to open up.

His kisses trailed down my neck, and I tilted my head to the side allowing him easier access. Each touch of his lips to my body were like a branding iron, leaving his mark upon my body. He owned me. He filled me in ways no one ever had.

He continued his trail down my body leaving hot, scorching marks on my breasts before he dipped his tongue into my navel. The actions had me squirming where I was seated on the bed with the intense pleasure I was experiencing.
It was almost like having an out of body experience. My senses were heightened and I felt dizzy.

“Be still, Ashley or I will stop. Just feel it. Feel
me.
”

I froze, but as his tongue revolved around my navel causing my pussy to clench, I squirmed again. Instantaneously, he was off of me and I whimpered at the coldness I felt when his body moved away from me.

“Someone is not very good at following directions today. What should I do with you, Ashley?”

Without thinking, I blurted out, “Punish me.” I had no idea where it came from, and I was shocked at my own brazen request, but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter what he did as long as he put his hands back on me.

Within seconds, I was lifted from my sitting position and my chest was placed on the bed with my feet on the floor pushing my ass in the air. He said nothing as his hands caressed my ass and I writhed beneath him. A biting sting rang through my skin as his hand slapped against my ass with enough force to push my breasts deeper into the bed. The softness of the fabric added friction to my nipples and I came, hard.

“Oh God!” I screamed as the pleasure cascaded through me causing my pussy to contract and my legs to quiver. Dominic’s hand grabbed the ties that were holding my arms in place and lifted my chest slightly off the bed.

“That, was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. My dick is so hard it hurts right now, Ashley. That is what this sexy body of yours does to me. I’m going to fuck you now, hard.” My head bobbed up and down and he loosened the ties from my arms, freeing them.

“Get on the bed.”

My arms felt as if thousands of needles were picking them as the blood returned after being freed. I quickly climbed up onto the bed and laid my head back on the pillow as Dominic slowly removed his clothes, and I felt pure torture by the sight of him gloriously naked in front of me. His cock was so hard, it stood straight from his body. The tip glistened with pre-cum as he crawled onto the bed where I was waiting for him.

I smiled up at him and he looked at me with a small smirk. Taking my arms and pinning them above my head, he stared at me momentarily before he positioned his cock at my entrance and rammed into me. I came again, instantly. He had my body wound so tight, that the smallest friction of his cock inside of me caused me to explode around him again. He groaned and he started to pump into me. In and out, in and out, in a torturous, punishing rhythm.

Sweat dripped from him and landed on my chest. I wanted to grab it with my fingers and taste the saltiness of him, but could not as he still held my hands in place. He suddenly started to slow just as I could feel the buildup of another impending orgasm. He released my hands and threaded one of his behind my head and into my hair. This gave me no choice but to stare directly into his eyes. His movements became even slower, tenderer. This was no longer hot, needy sex. This was sweet, tender lovemaking.

“This is mine, Ashley. Your body, your mind. They belong to me. No one else is to bring you pain. No one is allowed to bring you pleasure. I am your master. Your body is my instrument and if it is release you crave, you come to me, no one else. Is that understood?”

I nodded my head as my orgasm drew closer and closer. I suddenly came to the realization that this was no longer about us trying to find a release in each other, but the ability to connect. His ability to allow himself to let go and experience the emotions behind sex instead of just the pleasure from it.

“Tell me you understand, I need to hear you say it, Ashley.”

“I understand,” I spat out as my orgasm overtook me, sending ripples and waves of fire coursing through me. Dominic pumped into me slowly a few more times before his head threw back and he released a primal growl as he emptied himself into me.

There was no going back from there. There was no hope for me. I was now owned by a man who in an instant could wreck me beyond repair, I thought, as we collapsed into each other.

Dominic and I spent most of the day together after the best sex of my life. I discovered why he had the large red curtain in his room when he pulled them back to reveal a glass encased bathroom. The tub looked like a huge, oversized, old time wooden wash bucket. The shower was completely made out of glass on all three sides. Dominic ran us a bath and after we had washed every inch of each other, he made us breakfast.

We spent the remainder of the day just getting to truly know each other. We shared a few kisses here and there and had great a conversation. It was nice, intimate, and something completely new to Dominic, so I knew I had to tread carefully.

Later that night, Dominic drove me home and I got to see Kelly who questioned where I had been for two days. She jumped up and down like a giddy school girl when I told her about my last few days with Dominic. That giddiness was short-lived, however, when I told her about the vandalism to the club and the note that Dominic and Knox found.

“You mean Knox didn’t tell you?” I asked her. She blushed slightly.

“No, I uh, haven’t talked to him in a few days.”