Bind and Keep Me, Book 2 (21 page)

I touched the red line with my finger, exulting, and drawing it across her skin as if it were paint.
It’s my kink. That’s all.

I put my fingers either side of the scratch making a clawed cage, and squeezed. So tempting.

After all that, I still took for granted that she would resist, so I reversed what I’d done carefully, securing her wrists and ankles together before I picked her up. Tie her down on top of the mattress or…

I swung, eyed the overhead chain and ring. Yes, that gave me ideas.

With her hands at her back and her feet together also, she might overbalance while I fiddled with ropes. I needed to start getting her accustomed to obeying me. So I put her on her feet beneath the dangling ring, undid her ankles, then took hold of one elbow and the back of her neck. Neck holds made Jodie passive. Even in the animal world they were such a key part of dominance and they worked with women too.

“You’ve seen me cane Jodie hard.” I shook her neck a little. “Answer.”

“Yes.”

“Take care to obey me then, the cane is my first resort if you disobey. What I do next won’t leave you with many bruises, if any. But, if I have to use the cane, you will have severe bruises. Understood?”

“Yes.” Her inhalation was shaky.

“Good. Stay here, do not walk away. Do not sit down.”

“But…” Her lip trembled. “I’m scared.”

Those words triggered something.

Empathy rushed back in. Instead of a victim of my sadistic desires, I saw Stephanie. A person. A human being. I still wanted to do what I intended to, but the need to reassure her tussled with that, and won. And truly, I didn’t mind. It was a relief, of sorts, to do this. It made some of my humanity leak back in.

I squeezed her arm. “What I’ve done so far was punishment. From now on, though there will be pain, you will enjoy it. You will look back and perhaps wonder why you feared so much.” Then I bent and kissed her gently until most of the tremors died away, and I rested my cheek on hers. With my mouth beside her ear, I murmured, “Have you ever had a lover who has devoted themselves to you, Stephanie?”

After a moment, her cautious reply came. “No, I guess not.”

“I’m going to devote myself to what will come. I’m going to watch you and the signals that betray you.” I shifted my hold on her neck, tightening it a little, and feeling the bump of her carotid pulse against the
V
of my fingers and thumb. “Your every move, your every breath, every flinch of your body, every sigh you make, every cry as you climax, every gasp. I’m going to try to know you as deeply as any man can know a woman. You
will
enjoy this.”

I wasn’t God but I knew I could make this come true.

Since she’d calmed, I gave her hair one last stroke and I reached up and grabbed the ring. Ever so matter of factly, I unlinked her wrists, pulled them up, and attached them to it above her head. As I walked to the wall to haul the rope in tighter, she cleared her throat then asked me a question that she obviously, desperately, wanted an answer to.

“So, you’re not going to hurt me?”

Of course, I didn’t answer.

I pulled, watching as her arms were drawn upward. When high enough, but with enough slackness left to allow me to move her legs apart, I tied off the rope at the wall ring.

Not replying to her question had fed tension into the room. She watched nervously as I walked to her, crouched behind, and tapped the inside of her leg.

“Spread your legs.”

“What? Um.” Her swallow was loud. “Well?” But she moved her legs enough that I could link them, a shoulder-width apart, to the rings that popped up from recesses in the floor. “Please answer me… Sir.”

I pulled off my shirt and tossed it so it fell near the wall. For this, I wanted my skin against hers.

As I rose, I shaped my hands to the sides of her body, marveling in the softness of her shape, in the beautiful structure of this woman who I got to touch, and finishing with my palms curved beneath her breasts. I fitted my body to hers.

“You’re beautiful, Miss Fucktoy. Now I’ll answer you. Yes, I’m going to hurt you.”

She shuddered. “But…you’ll stop if I scream?” She seemed to reconsider. “Or if I scream a lot?”

I replied in a slow and careful tone. “No. I am not going to stop if you scream because that’s what
I
enjoy. I like hearing you scream, giving you pain. But I also enjoy seeing a woman getting hot…”

“No, no, don’t. Please don’t. I don’t want to be hurt. I don’t—”

“
Shh
.” I kissed her neck while I searched for and found her nipples, then I pinched them lightly between finger and thumb, rolling them, tugging, making them peak. “I love seeing a woman want to come…a woman climaxing.” I bit her neck. It was fascinating to see her yelp yet keep her mouth open and push her chest toward my touch.

My cock throbbed at the prospect of what I was describing and at the responses she already showed. “You’re such a gorgeous victim. I’m going to do all that to you, Stephanie. Until you’re fucking limp and exhausted and you hurt all over, and your throat is sore from screaming, and between your legs is sore from me fucking you. And you’re going to thank me afterward.”

“Shit. No, I’m not.” She breathed raggedly. “I’m really
fucking
not.”

Then I squeezed her nipples harder, until she was both squeaking and cursing me over and over.

“Let’s find out, who is wrong.”

I began my massage. I covered every inch of her from her toes to her neck to her bottom. Pressing my fingers deep into muscles. Concentrating on the erogenous zones when I came near them, pressing in areas of her butt, squashing, swirling my hands across, and moving on. By the time I moved around to her front she was moaning a little. This time I travelled downward, to her breasts, her belly, her mons, her inner thighs, her toes. Then back to her mons again where I ran two fingers deeply up and down her cleft without quite entering her.

Her toes scrunched in, her legs strained alternatively to both crush in on my hand and to back away. Every muscle in her body became involved in either her futile attempts to dodge my touch, or her striving to get closer. Each time I did that sweep of my fingers across her entrance, air huffed in and out of her lips and her eyelids fluttered.

“You’re so sensitive. Aroused so easily.” I smiled, lingering near her clit with two fingers in a
V
on either side and pressing in enough to let her feel it.

“Fuck you, Sir.”

“You will. I promise.”

She glared.

“But I’m in no hurry. I can do this all day.” My fingers did a dance around, beside, up and down, but not on, her now very engorged clit. “I plan to do all sorts of things to you here. But I’m not putting anything inside you now, except for a butt plug.”

So lost was she in the sensations that it took a few seconds before her eyes popped open.

“Yes, I’m going to fuck you there, today.”

That she didn’t bother to answer was curious. When I returned to her with the lubed plug, I didn’t show her the size. I simply went around to the back of her and found the place, and probed. Slowly as I pushed, it entered her anus further and though she protested, it went in more and more. My other hand played with her clitoris. “You’re so slippery. I can tell Jodie has gotten you used to this. Your little asshole is letting me push this in so easily.”

With a last firm press, the plug slid all the way in. Steph dropped her head and trembled a moment. “Done—” Fuck. I’d almost called her gorgeous. That name was Jodie’s. I gave the plug a last teasing tug to make sure it was seated properly, and stepped back. “Now, for some pain.”

For an appetizer, I smacked her lightly, her thighs, her bottom, her breasts, then I moved on. I used a flogger with many, stingy, falls, also lightly, but I worked up a sweat, layering her body everywhere it was safe. Pink decorated her in many shades. The marks drew my eye. I pulled out a heavier flogger and worked her over harder, letting my muscles get serious. By the end of that she was hissing, screaming, and swearing at me too much, trying to stamp her feet even, so I gagged her. Only a ball gag, but it looked pretty between her lips.

Though we had a mains rechargeable wand that Jodie adored, I wanted to keep this personal, so every minute or so, I stepped in and played with her sexually. Nipples, clit, her whole mons area even, moving her flesh there with my palm shaped to her. I mixed in the pleasure enough to keep her arousal humming.

Then I stepped up away again and played with pain. Soon much of her was a delicious pink, including her pussy. The flogger when aimed there drew a shudder and a series of moans. I drank, gave her water, and began again. When she climaxed before I wanted her to, I chastised her with words and with a few strokes of the cane across her thighs that made her shriek.

“Lesson learned?” I asked, before I went back to work.

Flogger, play with her cunt, almost finger fuck her, but don’t. She started sobbing and moaning to the tune of the flogger as well as to my fondling of her breasts or her clit. At last. Even her breasts seemed more engorged, bigger handfuls. When I sucked on her nipples at the same time as my hand caressed up and down in the liquid between her thighs, her hands formed into fists, and her spine arched so hard I wasn’t sure it was safe. I removed the ball gag.

“Would you like my mouth on you down here? My tongue on your pussy?” I asked her, but she only panted at me. Mindless perhaps. Overcome by pleasure? Or did she still half-resent my appropriation of her body? I didn’t ask.

“You may come from now on.”

Her first orgasm wracked her so thoroughly the full body shudders made the ropes and metal links attaching her creak and clatter from the strain.

“Beautiful,” I told her yet again as I admired the shine of sweat on her torso and breasts and the front of her strong thighs. I began the cycle. Pleasure, pain, and I watched her come, over and over.

I no longer needed to search for her clit. It stood out proud like a tiny pink beacon for my instruments—for my hands and whatever else I used, including some milder thuds of the flogger.

I flailed at her some more, stepped up close. Foggy eyed, she pushed her groin toward my hand as I moved it in from inches away. A trained response, already? I smiled.

More pain. Red blossomed from the pink. A little more, a little more time, more violence and I would have her
there
. Could I make her come while in pain? Even if she wasn’t a masochist?

The dance of her body even while restrained enthralled me. The play of the leather, the smack of it on her skin, and the way the pain made her react. Even, most of all, the fact that she couldn’t escape. Time for pleasure, a voice told me. I kept going even, determined to find my answer. Would she come? Or not?

It wasn’t until she began to sag in the ropes that I stopped.

With the back of my forearm, I wiped the sweat from my face then held up her head with a hand under her wet chin. “The drool becomes you.” The fire that generated in her eyes shook me.

I’d lost myself there, been carried away. I blinked sweat from my eyes, and lowered the flogger then dropped it to the floor. I made a note to myself—delivering pain to Steph without limits messed up my restraint.

Payback time. I let her drink until I saw her mind return. I went to my knees. Oral was a favorite of mine. Jodie understood that. Though vibes had their place.

“Don’t come,” I told her, gazing up at her looking down at me, flushed and weary, through the tendrils of her hair. “You know what will happen if you do.”

“Bastard,” she croaked.

I stared. Ah, a flinch. I squeezed a handful of her abused bottom until she whined.

Then with tongue and sucking and some biting, because teeth were a good way to take off the edge if she was close, I brought her to the edge. When it seemed her O was a single flick of my tongue away, I let her down again. She breathed fast as if about to ignite, her thighs quivering under my palms.

I pulled her thighs toward me and gave her one last probe with my tongue, for the first time pushing into her entrance. With my nose buried, I strained forward, going deep. The whine from her reminded me to give the butt plug some little tugs and shoves. I fucked her with my tongue some more before rising to my feet.

I wiped my mouth, and again let her drink some water—myself also. Then I turned on my heel, dragged in a chair from outside, and I sat down to look. At her. At the most delightful subject of my attention apart from Jodie, ever.

I was so fucked in the head. I loved this. And I wondered who I was. I’d thought I was a pillar of society. But now, I knew I was a thousand miles from that. And I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. My empathy waxed and waned with the tides of my sadistic desires.

Like a little conquered animal she peered out at me now and then, through the swaying cage of her hair—for it hung across her face and stuck to her sweaty shoulders. Most of her skin was a warm palette of pink and red blotches and stripes. Her arousal shone on her inner thighs and she hadn’t consented to any of this. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do next to her. And why I shouldn’t. I’d finally cracked apart some of my own reasons, and it shocked me.

I’d been lying to myself. I did
not
have to do this. The extra intensity of having an unwilling captive who I could make enjoy this, it sucked me in, relentlessly. I thought I’d fallen when I’d first discovered the intimate choreography of sadomasochism and dominance with Jodie. Wrong. That was a spit of rain, the tug of the wind. This…I drew in a ragged breath while I stared at her hanging in the ropes…this was the hurricane.

A sensible man would not go this route. If anything forcing sex and pain on her might trigger the opposite reaction to what I wanted. And, instead of merely involuntary manslaughter, I would now be up for far more serious charges if ever brought to court. She might hate us so utterly we had no hope of success. Yet Jodie had agreed to all this. It begged the question—did she have the same kink as I?

With head in hands I sat just looking at her and thinking. Finally I stood, shoving back the chair, I strode to her, though I stopped on the way to get a condom and a sachet of lube from the pile of my clothes. She watched warily, but I freed her then. I released all the cuffs and I carried her to the wall.