Bound for Christmas (12 page)

Silently she let him lead her passed women and men being whipped, spanked, paddled, caned and bound with rope and so many other things she could not completely figure out.

Swallowing and licking her lips, she finally turned to Evan and asked, “So, how long have you been involved in this world?”

“Before my brother died. A colleague introduced me to it. I enjoyed it, started learning techniques and improving my skills, but it wasn’t until after Derek died that I needed a place.” He kept his gaze locked on hers but guarded. “Not all the time but when I could get away. While in the military I kept away from clubs and just stuck to home events. More low key.”

She realized that he was being completely open and honest with her. She needed to try and understand him, not judge.

“Which one of these things did you bring me here to do to me?”

She was trying to stay calm, but she knew that even though she cared for Evan deeply, possibly even loved him already, there was no way she could let him inflict pain on her. Which meant it might be over for them this night and that knowledge broke her heart.  

“What interests you? In the lifestyle it is not only about what the person in charge wishes; the one that submits has just as much choice.” His hands slid up her arms.

His touch was warm but she still felt chilled and exposed.

“To be honest, I don’t do pain and the thought of someone hitting me with an object scares me shitless.”

“That’s good to know. Now I will tell you something. Even though I’m proficient with a lot of the things you see, I really only have one true dark desire.”

Oh, God. “What’s that?”

His gaze searched her face. “Will you trust me to show you?”

“I don’t know…”

“Please, Nightingale. If it becomes too much just say blaze and we are out of here.”

Blaze. She recalled when they entered the guard at the door told them that the safe word for the night was blaze. Evan had explained to her what that meant.

Over the past few weeks, she’d seen this man struggle to maintain his pride, bear his guilt, get emotional about his pain and help his father on the path to recovery the least she could do was try.

“Do I have to get naked?”

He smiled. “Not unless you want to.”

“Nope, the semi-nude state I’m in is more than enough.”

“Okay, come with me.”

They snaked their way through the room until they ended up in the back where there was a queen size bed against the wall with something black on top of it. Beside the bed was a blonde man in all black, similar in dress to Evan with a lime green vest. At each of the stations there had been other men and women wearing the same vest.

Evan introduced them to the man named Skins.

“This man is a scene monitor. He is here to ensure you are safe and not being forced to do anything against your will.”

She nodded.

“Do you recall the safe word?” The blonde man asked her.

“Yes.”

The scene monitor frown.

“Nightingale he needs you to repeat it. When you do, use sir at the end.”

Okay
. “Blaze, sir.”

“Good. You may precede Flyer.” He stepped away, far enough so they had a little privacy but still close enough to hear if she shouted for help.

“This is a suction bed,” Evan began.

“What does it do?” She stared at the bed.

“When a person is inside the covering it will suck out all the air and seal the rubber around the body.

“Even the face?” She was getting freaked out again.

“Not this style. However, there are some that are completely encasing.”

Yikes
.

He must have read her expression, because he asked, “You still okay with this?”

“Yes, sir.” She was at least going to try.

“Remove your boots and get up on the bed.”

After she’d done as he asked, Evan helped her into the rubbery covering. In a supine position she laid still as Evan skipped the bag-like item up to her chin and situated the edges around her face.

Moments later she heard Evan push a button beside the bed and suddenly all of the air was being drawn out of the bag around her. The rubber was become tighter along her body.

When the suction stopped she realized that she couldn’t move. Not a finger or even wiggled a toe. She felt trapped and all she wanted to do was get out. She started bucking. “Ev--…Sir-r…Fly-er, Flyer…”

Evan leaned over her, stroked her face and spoke in a composed voice instructing her to remain calm and trust him.

“I’m right here. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” He caressed her cheek.

At first she thought she couldn’t hear him because of the material over her ears, so she read his lips.

She calmed a little, but still trembled and soon began to hear his words, low because of the material but clear.

“I want you to close your eyes and just focus on breathing.”

She inhaled slow and deep then exhaled. He waited patient and finally she closed her eyes.

“Clear your mind. Feel how secure you are. Safe. Protected. Nothing to worry about, I’ll take care of you. You can trust me.” More light touches and soft words.

Her body relaxed even more. Soon all she could do was listen to Evan’s husky timbre and feel. Evan was with her and everything would be okay.

His caress moved from her face along her neck. She was amazed at how intense his touch felt through the rubber. She shivered, this time not from cold or fear but desire.

That was something she had not anticipated feeling in this place but she did. As Evan continued to whisper and brush his fingers along her form lust began t o pump through her veins.  As he played with her breasts, her stomach and thighs she felt her sex pulse.

“Flyer…” she began wanting to tell him what was happening to her body.

“Shh,” his fingers brushed her lips, silencing her.

Doing as she was told she stayed quiet as her arousal built into a crescendo of need. Before she could control it or try and stop it, she was coming hard, the deep bite she held on her bottom lip kept her from screaming. Even though her body was held tight the bed shook beneath her.

By the time she became aware of anything around her, the cover had filled up again with air and Evan was unzipping her. He dragged her into his arms and held her; whispering words of praise and pride as he stroked her back.

When her tremors subsided he asked her, “You all right?”

“Yes.” His hard cock was making an impression into her ass. It was good to know she wasn’t the only one affected.

“You think you’re ready to go home or you want to try something else?”

“Home, please.”

“You got it.”

*           *           *

“Now that you know my kink, that I have to be in control in the bedroom and that I like my woman restrained and fully dependant on me for her pleasure do you think you can handle it? Tolerate me?” Sitting before Zoey’s apartment in his car, Evan shifted so that he was facing her.

Even though she’d climaxed in the suction bed, that didn’t mean she wanted to do it again, wanted him again. If she told him to go to hell and stay away from her, he would respect her wishes no matter that his heart was already invested.

Reaching out, she took his hand and held it between hers, similar to what she had done at the zoo. “I will admit that I was a lot out of my element and comfort zone there. I’m not even sure if I’d be willing to go again.”

His heart sank into his gut as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

“However, I want you. I care about you. I also kind of like the whole held down, restrained thing,” she whispered the last part as if she thought one of her neighbors may hear. “Does that make me weird?”

“Kinky, but not weird at all.” He chuckled, feeling relief. “Would you let me tie you up with straps or ropes, even cuff you?”

He could feel her intense gaze across the dark interior as he waited.

“Absolutely.”

Exhaling the breath he had been holding, he said, “Good because I have silk ropes in my bag that I have been having erotic dreams about putting on you.”

“Then I suggest we hurry up inside so we can finish the rest of this night.”

Between kisses, caresses and laughter they managed to grab his bag out of the trunk and get inside of her apartment. With each step to her bedroom they lost another article of clothing until she found herself naked on her bed.

Admiring the sexy naked man beside her bed, she licked her lips.

“If you don’t stop looking at me as if I’m your favorite cookie I may not last.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.”

“Saucy vixen.” He opened his bag and pulled out blue ropes.

She batted her lashes at him.

“Place your hands up over your head and spread those luscious thighs.”

She did as instructed. Coming to her, Evan crossed her arms one over the other and began binding her wrists with the rope. When he was finished he tied it around the thick slat at the base of her head board. Tugging he made sure it was secure.

“How is that, any pain anywhere?”

Secure she couldn’t wiggle her wrists but they didn’t hurt either.

Her legs were next. An intricate tie around both ankles and they were stretched wide as he tied each to the foot board.  

Stepping back, he stared at her from the foot of the bed. “You are a beautiful sight.”

Seeing the heat in his eyes, she felt that way too.

Coming around to the side of the bed, he leaned over and began to kiss her. Deep hungry kisses where he nibbled and licked her bottom lip. She gave her lust right back to him, especially since she was unable to touch. Bound this way was more freeing then the suction bed had been. She could move her fingers, wiggle her toes.

Evan started planting small pecks along her jawline. “You are so lovely. Smart and kind. And you have a tender caring heart.” He placed his lips right over her heart and licked the skin between her breasts.

She was panting now, feeling her arousal renewed. However, he always gave so much pleasure to her, before he took any for himself. “Evan…”she called out to him.

“Yes, my angel.” He was using his tongue against the underside of her breast making it jiggle.

Squirming, she looked down at him. “Am I ever allowed to give satisfaction to you while we are in the bedroom?”

The desire in his gaze was fully evident as he stared up at her with eyes more green than brown. “Having your complete trust and touching you gives me immense pleasure. See for yourself.”

Watching him rise on his knees, she saw how hard his cock was. It was stretched away from his body, practically straight out with its need as thick veins ran along its thick, long length.

“I can see it.” She lifted her gaze up along his strong, lean, muscled torso until she arrived at his face. His skin was a paler complexion than hers but no less appealing. “I’d rather taste it.”

A slow smile pulled up at the corner of his mouth. He looked wicked and sexy. “Let it not be said that I denied a beautiful woman what she wanted.”

He knee walked his way up to her head then straddled her shoulders. Her mouth began to salivate as she stared up at his hard shaft that before the night ended would be pummeling her sex, tunneling through her walls. Shifting her hips, she attempted to ease the throbbing of her own sex.

“You are quite a sight, Mr. Evan Douglas.”

“So are you.” He took hold of his cock and brushed the tip across her bottom lip.

Licking her lip she tasted his salty, sweet essence and wanted more. This act was something that Winston had demanded of her practically daily over the years of their relationship. Now, it was something she desired to perform more than anything, pleasing Evan was her sole goal.

“Rule is, my angel, you can use anything in your mouth, but your head must stay on the pillow and still.”

More of his control. This time she didn’t baulk or question what he wanted, needed.

“I understand.” Parting her lips, she waited.

He chuckled at her eagerness. “Okay.”

When his hot and heavy shaft glided around her tongue she moaned loving the strength of him in her mouth. Barely in, he pulled back and she used her tongue to swirl around the broad head.

“Fuck that feels good. Do it again.” Staring down at her, his gaze was transfixed by her mouth as he pressed forward. This time going in until he bumped against the back of her throat.

She relaxed it, taking him further as his hard length had her widening her mouth. When he started pulling out again, she teased and fondled his tip with her tongue.

He groaned. They kept a slow pace of the same act several times, him pushing in, her circling him as he drew out.

As he pressed in again, she waited until he was deep in her throat and closed her mouth around him and sucked hard, taking him further.

“Shit! Would have never known, my angel, had such a wicked mouth.” His voice was husky, rough as he spoke.

She never stopped gazing up at him. She watched his features change, becoming darker as passion began to overtake him. His lids now low over his eyes, barely allowing her to see the color, but she could still feel the intensity of his stare.

Picking up the pace, his strokes were deep and even, ensuring he kept himself from getting to carried away and hurting her by going too far.

However, she loved the power of the control she had over him, over his desire as he gave himself to her. Fucking her mouth, she knew when he reached the point of no return, when she caressed the underside of his scrotum and grazed along the sensitive head with her teeth.

Beads of sweat popped out on his face and his head bowed lower, eyes closed now he began to tremble.

She sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks and drawing on him. She didn’t want his mind to think about anything else but the pleasure she was giving him. Tomorrow her jaw would ache a little, her lips would be swollen and tender for hours but she didn’t care, she just wanted to satisfy her man.

Her man, the words fluttered through her mind and entered her heart. That’s who Evan was, hers, she’d given him her trust tonight but she realized her love for him had happened a long time ago.