Bound Together (30 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
Lifting the hem of the
shirt he ran his fingers over the delicate lace of my panties. A
low groan left his lips as his hand continued up over my stomach to
my chest. His hand massaged and groped my breast, my nipple peaking
and puckering as he teased, rolling it between his thumb and
finger. A whimper escaped me and a satisfied grin spread across his
face. “Oh baby, I heard that.” He leaned in close, our chests
pressed together. Grabbing his unbuttoned shirt, I slid it down his
thick arms and tossed it aside. Gripping my hands on his shoulders,
I could feel the tension he was holding. Whatever had happened in
that office had made him worried and extremely irritated. I began
to work his tired muscles as his head fell back and he moaned.
“Mmmm that’s wonderful.” Remembering the little red bottle in the
bathroom I took his hand and led him to the bed.
He arched his eyebrow at
me and gave me a questioning look. “Can’t wait to get me on my back
huh?”
“
Actually, I want you to
take off your pants and lie on your front. I’ll be right back.”
Grabbing the bottle from the bathroom counter I stopped for a
moment to check my reflection. My long blonde hair was frizzy from
my walk in the evening air and my makeup had begun to slide from
its natural position on my face. His phone call was haunting me.
Whatever was going on involved a woman and my heart was hammering
as I thought about the possibilities and explanations for his
secret. Trying desperately to hold on to my faith in him, I hurried
back to the scorching hot man waiting for me in the
bedroom.
Jared was lying on the
bed face down and completely naked. I actually grunted in sheer
delight at the sight of him. His hands were gripped together above
his head making the muscles in his arms pull taut and flex. His
broad back was perfectly defined, with tempting lines and curves
leading to his buttocks. His ass was dreamily rounded, like a
delicious peach you just want to sink your teeth into and boy did I
want to sink my teeth into him. His gorgeous caramel skin glistened
in the lamp light. He looked good enough to eat.
Climbing onto the bed I
straddled him. My behind resting on his, I took a small amount of
oil and drizzled it over his bare shoulder blades. He hissed
through his teeth as the cold oil made contact with his warm skin.
Placing my palms firmly on his back I went to work on his aching,
knotted body, kneading and soothing the muscles deeply. My hands
roamed freely, exploring all the contours and lines of his body,
taking a playful detour as they slithered nearer to his buttocks.
The oil on my hands warming as it dripped and slid gently over his
skin. A low moan escaped his lips and he began to shift around on
the bed as if uncomfortable. Turning over onto his back, I slid off
him; the reason for his discomfort suddenly becoming very clear.
The beautiful, pink, solid length of his erection sprung free and I
licked my lips at the sight of it. He was positively delicious,
laying in front of me; naked and aroused, just waiting for my next
move. I felt like a powerful and sexy seductress and he was a
willing participant in my love games.
Positioning myself
between his legs I ran my tongue up the inside of his thigh,
caressing and teasing him, kissing the deep V in his torso and
flicking the tip of my tongue back down to his thigh. I rolled it
back and forth everywhere but the one place he was aching for it to
be. “Oh god Layla you’re killing me baby.”
Gripping him firmly with
one hand I took him into my mouth. He inhaled sharply as the warm
wetness of my welcoming mouth surrounded his throbbing cock.
Covering my teeth with my lips as though sucking a popsicle, I slid
my tongue down and around the full length of his shaft. His tip
almost touching the back of my throat would normally have been
something to make me stop or trigger my gag reflex, but I was so
caught up in the moment, it never seemed to happen and if it did I
never noticed it as the deep pleasurable sounds he was making
spurred me on. His eyes were closed tightly and he had the ever
familiar look of enjoyment on his face.
Focusing my mouth back to the silky smooth tip, I gripped him
with both hands, gently letting them follow my lips as I bobbed up
and down, massaging my tongue over him while swirling and flicking
the sensitive ridge. I began to hum deeply, turning him into my
very own vibrator while sucking and rolling my mouth up and down.
“Holy fuck! Jesus Layla! Fuck!” It was definitely having the
desired effect.
Gripping the sheets
beneath him, Jared tensed and I could sense his climax was moments
away. Slowing my speed I glanced up at him, his lips were pressed
into a hard line and his face held deep concentration as if he was
trying desperately not to lose control. I wanted so much to push
him over the edge, to take him into pure ecstasy with my sexpert
oral skills. “Stop, Layla, Fuck… Stop!” He was panting and pleading
but I continued, completely ignoring his plea. His hand gripped my
hair and he tugged me away bringing my delicious Jared popsicle to
an end. Sitting up he ran his fingers through my hair before
gliding his thumb over my cheek to my bottom lip. “You keep doing
that and this is going to be over far too quickly and there
is
so
much more
that I have planned for us tonight, well for
you.”
Holding both my hands he
stared into my eyes. He looked serious and I found myself feeling
slightly apprehensive wondering what was going through his mind.
“Layla, do you trust me? For what I have in mind for us I need you
to trust me completely. I adore you, I worship you and I want to
worship your body from head to toe but you must have total faith in
me. Can you do that?”
I stared back at him
confused and a little worried about what exactly he was planning on
doing to me. “What exactly did you have in mind?” He cleared his
throat and his expression was noticeably nervous. “Do you know
anything about bondage?” My eyes widened as I sat there completely
dumb struck. Bondage? Was
that
what he wanted to do? Scenes of leather, whips
and chains ran through my mind. Was he freaking serious!? With my
voice slightly quivering, I found the strength to speak. “You mean
like whips and chains? I really don’t think I can do that. I’m
sorry I just really don’t think it’s my thing.”
Pressing his hand to his
mouth he stifled a laugh and it instantly irritated me. I didn’t
see anything funny about the subject at all. “What exactly do you
find amusing about this? Because I have to admit, I’m kind of
freaked out right now.”
Cupping my face in his
hands he ran his thumbs over my cheeks. “Shhh, baby, calm down. No
I don’t mean whips and chains. I mean bondage. It’s…wait here.”
Sliding off the bed, he disappeared into the walk in closet. I
could hear him rummaging around inside before he finally re-emerged
with a large velvet bag. Placing it in front of me, he resumed his
position on the bed. “Take a look. Empty the whole thing onto the
bed and I’ll explain everything and then you can decide what you
think you might like to try and what you would definitely rule out.
There’s no pressure here Layla. I just want to see where you stand
with all this. Ok?” I nodded weakly and emptied the contents of the
mysterious bag onto the bed.
A heap of items landed on
the sheets and I eyed them inquisitively. Handcuffs I recognized
and some red satin ribbon. But the rest were an absolute conundrum.
Picking up an item that looked like an elongated ping pong racket;
Jared swatted the air and smiled at my perplexed expression. “Don’t
look so frightened Layla. This is a paddle. It’s used mostly for
spanking which is something that a lot of couples do. There’s a
fine line between pleasure and pain and some of these items here
are designed to heighten your senses while also giving you
pleasure. When I had you over my shoulder earlier I spanked you and
I even bit you. How did it feel?” My face wrinkled and my nose
screwed up as embarrassment flushed through my body. Could I really
admit that I had liked it? That it excited me and certainly
heightened my senses as he just said? Swallowing my prudish pride I
decided to come clean. “I guess I kind of liked it.”
“
Kind of liked
it?”
“
Fine. It was
hot”
He grinned. “So spanking?
Something you’d be willing to try?” I nodded but remained silent.
“I need a verbal and definitive answer here Layla. Yes or
no?”
“
Yes.”
Placing the paddle on a
pillow he picked up the handcuffs and dangled them from his finger.
Without hesitation I nodded enthusiastically. He laughed lightly
and tossed them onto the pillow with the paddle. Next was a set of
leather straps held together by a thin chain, each had a hook
attached and they looked a little menacing with metal studs
embroidered into the cuffs. “These are door restraints. The hooks
go over the top of the door and these leather straps are the cuffs
to hold your wrists together. These, the handcuffs and a few other
items I possess are all for restraining you. Keeping you still and
in place. They’re not painful. I would never use anything on you
that would cause you pain. Well, not excessively anyway.” He winked
at me as I contemplated the idea of totally giving myself over to
this man. To be at his mercy and also his every command as he made
the choice to deliver me both pleasure and pain so
readily.
I really didn’t feel
comfortable with the whole Dom and sub idea but I was happy to
spend time playing with a few toys and straps. Besides, the
spanking he’d given me in the parking lot was exciting beyond
comprehension. “Jared, I think cuffs, restraints and toys could be
fun, but I’m really not into the whole BDSM scene.”
“
Neither am I, but I do
want to possess you. You belong to me Layla and I want you to
submit your body to me, only your body. I want you to trust me
completely and give over to intense pleasure at my hands. I want to
tease, tempt and devour you in every way and I want you to be
totally at my mercy. I will never do anything you don’t want to do
and I will never be cruel. The moment you say so, we stop. We can
even have a safe word if you want one.”
“
A safe
word?”
“
When
you’re in the throes of ecstasy sometimes we say no or stop when we
don’t mean it. The safe word is a cease and desist button. The
moment that word leaves your lips I’ll stop, release you and won’t
continue till you say so. Alright?” That, admittedly, made me feel
better about the whole thing. Knowing that at any time, if I felt
uneasy or uncomfortable I could end it with one word was
comforting.
Oh screw
it
. I needed some adventure and fun in my
life and with Jared I was undeniably going to get it.
Looking around at the
pile of toys on the bed I scooped them all up in my arms and
dropped them on the pillow with the others. Grinning at me like a
school boy, Jared laughed. “What on earth are you
doing?”
“
I’ve decided I’m ok with
it. All of it. There’s just one thing I absolutely do not want to
do. I’m definitely not into anal play. None, zip, zero, nada. I
know some guys are into that but I’m just not comfortable with it.
But other than that, I trust you. Whatever you want to introduce
into our lovemaking, I have complete faith in your judgment. As for
this safe word I was thinking…coffee?”
Planting a soft, slow kiss on my lips, he murmured into my mouth.
“I love it and I love you for thinking of it.”
Pushing me down gently on
the sheets, his mouth sealed over mine. Slipping his tongue in and
seeking my own, he kissed me tenderly, lovingly and with a deep
passion. His hands were in my hair massaging my scalp with his
fingertips. I groaned as he lifted himself onto his forearms and
hovered over me. Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he gave me
a half-hearted smile. “I love you so much Layla. The next four days
are going to be torture. Being apart from you and these lips…” He
gave me a gentle peck before moving to my eyelids and kissing each
one sweetly and lightly. “…And these beautiful, dazzling eyes, this
smooth, wonderful skin.” His lips travelled southwards over my
cheeks to my jaw. While tracing his fingertips down my neck, he
unbuttoned his expensive shirt which was hugging my curves beneath
him. “And these full, ample, voluptuous breasts, I could fondle
them all day and never get bored. I love how your body reacts and
readies itself for me, for us, for pure ecstasy and
pleasure.”
My eyes closed as the
feel of his warm breath on my skin made the hairs on my neck stand
on end. He was right. My body was standing to attention from his
touch, his words and the sexy purring of his voice. He exuded sex
appeal and his power over me was all consuming and I loved it. His
hands left my breasts for a moment and my eyes sprung open as warm
oil slid over them, dribbling onto the sheets below me as it rolled
over my skin. The scents of cinnamon, orange, Jared and sex made me
light headed and I was almost swooning. His slippery fingers
pinched and rolled my nipples between them, I arched my back and
thrust them into his palms and he gladly kneaded and groped them,
varying the pressure between soft gentle strokes and hard squeezing
grips. My breasts weren’t the only part of me that was slippery at
this point. I was so turned on by this touch I was as wet as a
water slide. The throbbing between my legs was now an aching
painful need. “Oh Jared, Oh my god.” I whimpered.
shirt he ran his fingers over the delicate lace of my panties. A
low groan left his lips as his hand continued up over my stomach to
my chest. His hand massaged and groped my breast, my nipple peaking
and puckering as he teased, rolling it between his thumb and
finger. A whimper escaped me and a satisfied grin spread across his
face. “Oh baby, I heard that.” He leaned in close, our chests
pressed together. Grabbing his unbuttoned shirt, I slid it down his
thick arms and tossed it aside. Gripping my hands on his shoulders,
I could feel the tension he was holding. Whatever had happened in
that office had made him worried and extremely irritated. I began
to work his tired muscles as his head fell back and he moaned.
“Mmmm that’s wonderful.” Remembering the little red bottle in the
bathroom I took his hand and led him to the bed.
He arched his eyebrow at
me and gave me a questioning look. “Can’t wait to get me on my back
huh?”
“
Actually, I want you to
take off your pants and lie on your front. I’ll be right back.”
Grabbing the bottle from the bathroom counter I stopped for a
moment to check my reflection. My long blonde hair was frizzy from
my walk in the evening air and my makeup had begun to slide from
its natural position on my face. His phone call was haunting me.
Whatever was going on involved a woman and my heart was hammering
as I thought about the possibilities and explanations for his
secret. Trying desperately to hold on to my faith in him, I hurried
back to the scorching hot man waiting for me in the
bedroom.
Jared was lying on the
bed face down and completely naked. I actually grunted in sheer
delight at the sight of him. His hands were gripped together above
his head making the muscles in his arms pull taut and flex. His
broad back was perfectly defined, with tempting lines and curves
leading to his buttocks. His ass was dreamily rounded, like a
delicious peach you just want to sink your teeth into and boy did I
want to sink my teeth into him. His gorgeous caramel skin glistened
in the lamp light. He looked good enough to eat.
Climbing onto the bed I
straddled him. My behind resting on his, I took a small amount of
oil and drizzled it over his bare shoulder blades. He hissed
through his teeth as the cold oil made contact with his warm skin.
Placing my palms firmly on his back I went to work on his aching,
knotted body, kneading and soothing the muscles deeply. My hands
roamed freely, exploring all the contours and lines of his body,
taking a playful detour as they slithered nearer to his buttocks.
The oil on my hands warming as it dripped and slid gently over his
skin. A low moan escaped his lips and he began to shift around on
the bed as if uncomfortable. Turning over onto his back, I slid off
him; the reason for his discomfort suddenly becoming very clear.
The beautiful, pink, solid length of his erection sprung free and I
licked my lips at the sight of it. He was positively delicious,
laying in front of me; naked and aroused, just waiting for my next
move. I felt like a powerful and sexy seductress and he was a
willing participant in my love games.
Positioning myself
between his legs I ran my tongue up the inside of his thigh,
caressing and teasing him, kissing the deep V in his torso and
flicking the tip of my tongue back down to his thigh. I rolled it
back and forth everywhere but the one place he was aching for it to
be. “Oh god Layla you’re killing me baby.”
Gripping him firmly with
one hand I took him into my mouth. He inhaled sharply as the warm
wetness of my welcoming mouth surrounded his throbbing cock.
Covering my teeth with my lips as though sucking a popsicle, I slid
my tongue down and around the full length of his shaft. His tip
almost touching the back of my throat would normally have been
something to make me stop or trigger my gag reflex, but I was so
caught up in the moment, it never seemed to happen and if it did I
never noticed it as the deep pleasurable sounds he was making
spurred me on. His eyes were closed tightly and he had the ever
familiar look of enjoyment on his face.
Focusing my mouth back to the silky smooth tip, I gripped him
with both hands, gently letting them follow my lips as I bobbed up
and down, massaging my tongue over him while swirling and flicking
the sensitive ridge. I began to hum deeply, turning him into my
very own vibrator while sucking and rolling my mouth up and down.
“Holy fuck! Jesus Layla! Fuck!” It was definitely having the
desired effect.
Gripping the sheets
beneath him, Jared tensed and I could sense his climax was moments
away. Slowing my speed I glanced up at him, his lips were pressed
into a hard line and his face held deep concentration as if he was
trying desperately not to lose control. I wanted so much to push
him over the edge, to take him into pure ecstasy with my sexpert
oral skills. “Stop, Layla, Fuck… Stop!” He was panting and pleading
but I continued, completely ignoring his plea. His hand gripped my
hair and he tugged me away bringing my delicious Jared popsicle to
an end. Sitting up he ran his fingers through my hair before
gliding his thumb over my cheek to my bottom lip. “You keep doing
that and this is going to be over far too quickly and there
is
so
much more
that I have planned for us tonight, well for
you.”
Holding both my hands he
stared into my eyes. He looked serious and I found myself feeling
slightly apprehensive wondering what was going through his mind.
“Layla, do you trust me? For what I have in mind for us I need you
to trust me completely. I adore you, I worship you and I want to
worship your body from head to toe but you must have total faith in
me. Can you do that?”
I stared back at him
confused and a little worried about what exactly he was planning on
doing to me. “What exactly did you have in mind?” He cleared his
throat and his expression was noticeably nervous. “Do you know
anything about bondage?” My eyes widened as I sat there completely
dumb struck. Bondage? Was
that
what he wanted to do? Scenes of leather, whips
and chains ran through my mind. Was he freaking serious!? With my
voice slightly quivering, I found the strength to speak. “You mean
like whips and chains? I really don’t think I can do that. I’m
sorry I just really don’t think it’s my thing.”
Pressing his hand to his
mouth he stifled a laugh and it instantly irritated me. I didn’t
see anything funny about the subject at all. “What exactly do you
find amusing about this? Because I have to admit, I’m kind of
freaked out right now.”
Cupping my face in his
hands he ran his thumbs over my cheeks. “Shhh, baby, calm down. No
I don’t mean whips and chains. I mean bondage. It’s…wait here.”
Sliding off the bed, he disappeared into the walk in closet. I
could hear him rummaging around inside before he finally re-emerged
with a large velvet bag. Placing it in front of me, he resumed his
position on the bed. “Take a look. Empty the whole thing onto the
bed and I’ll explain everything and then you can decide what you
think you might like to try and what you would definitely rule out.
There’s no pressure here Layla. I just want to see where you stand
with all this. Ok?” I nodded weakly and emptied the contents of the
mysterious bag onto the bed.
A heap of items landed on
the sheets and I eyed them inquisitively. Handcuffs I recognized
and some red satin ribbon. But the rest were an absolute conundrum.
Picking up an item that looked like an elongated ping pong racket;
Jared swatted the air and smiled at my perplexed expression. “Don’t
look so frightened Layla. This is a paddle. It’s used mostly for
spanking which is something that a lot of couples do. There’s a
fine line between pleasure and pain and some of these items here
are designed to heighten your senses while also giving you
pleasure. When I had you over my shoulder earlier I spanked you and
I even bit you. How did it feel?” My face wrinkled and my nose
screwed up as embarrassment flushed through my body. Could I really
admit that I had liked it? That it excited me and certainly
heightened my senses as he just said? Swallowing my prudish pride I
decided to come clean. “I guess I kind of liked it.”
“
Kind of liked
it?”
“
Fine. It was
hot”
He grinned. “So spanking?
Something you’d be willing to try?” I nodded but remained silent.
“I need a verbal and definitive answer here Layla. Yes or
no?”
“
Yes.”
Placing the paddle on a
pillow he picked up the handcuffs and dangled them from his finger.
Without hesitation I nodded enthusiastically. He laughed lightly
and tossed them onto the pillow with the paddle. Next was a set of
leather straps held together by a thin chain, each had a hook
attached and they looked a little menacing with metal studs
embroidered into the cuffs. “These are door restraints. The hooks
go over the top of the door and these leather straps are the cuffs
to hold your wrists together. These, the handcuffs and a few other
items I possess are all for restraining you. Keeping you still and
in place. They’re not painful. I would never use anything on you
that would cause you pain. Well, not excessively anyway.” He winked
at me as I contemplated the idea of totally giving myself over to
this man. To be at his mercy and also his every command as he made
the choice to deliver me both pleasure and pain so
readily.
I really didn’t feel
comfortable with the whole Dom and sub idea but I was happy to
spend time playing with a few toys and straps. Besides, the
spanking he’d given me in the parking lot was exciting beyond
comprehension. “Jared, I think cuffs, restraints and toys could be
fun, but I’m really not into the whole BDSM scene.”
“
Neither am I, but I do
want to possess you. You belong to me Layla and I want you to
submit your body to me, only your body. I want you to trust me
completely and give over to intense pleasure at my hands. I want to
tease, tempt and devour you in every way and I want you to be
totally at my mercy. I will never do anything you don’t want to do
and I will never be cruel. The moment you say so, we stop. We can
even have a safe word if you want one.”
“
A safe
word?”
“
When
you’re in the throes of ecstasy sometimes we say no or stop when we
don’t mean it. The safe word is a cease and desist button. The
moment that word leaves your lips I’ll stop, release you and won’t
continue till you say so. Alright?” That, admittedly, made me feel
better about the whole thing. Knowing that at any time, if I felt
uneasy or uncomfortable I could end it with one word was
comforting.
Oh screw
it
. I needed some adventure and fun in my
life and with Jared I was undeniably going to get it.
Looking around at the
pile of toys on the bed I scooped them all up in my arms and
dropped them on the pillow with the others. Grinning at me like a
school boy, Jared laughed. “What on earth are you
doing?”
“
I’ve decided I’m ok with
it. All of it. There’s just one thing I absolutely do not want to
do. I’m definitely not into anal play. None, zip, zero, nada. I
know some guys are into that but I’m just not comfortable with it.
But other than that, I trust you. Whatever you want to introduce
into our lovemaking, I have complete faith in your judgment. As for
this safe word I was thinking…coffee?”
Planting a soft, slow kiss on my lips, he murmured into my mouth.
“I love it and I love you for thinking of it.”
Pushing me down gently on
the sheets, his mouth sealed over mine. Slipping his tongue in and
seeking my own, he kissed me tenderly, lovingly and with a deep
passion. His hands were in my hair massaging my scalp with his
fingertips. I groaned as he lifted himself onto his forearms and
hovered over me. Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he gave me
a half-hearted smile. “I love you so much Layla. The next four days
are going to be torture. Being apart from you and these lips…” He
gave me a gentle peck before moving to my eyelids and kissing each
one sweetly and lightly. “…And these beautiful, dazzling eyes, this
smooth, wonderful skin.” His lips travelled southwards over my
cheeks to my jaw. While tracing his fingertips down my neck, he
unbuttoned his expensive shirt which was hugging my curves beneath
him. “And these full, ample, voluptuous breasts, I could fondle
them all day and never get bored. I love how your body reacts and
readies itself for me, for us, for pure ecstasy and
pleasure.”
My eyes closed as the
feel of his warm breath on my skin made the hairs on my neck stand
on end. He was right. My body was standing to attention from his
touch, his words and the sexy purring of his voice. He exuded sex
appeal and his power over me was all consuming and I loved it. His
hands left my breasts for a moment and my eyes sprung open as warm
oil slid over them, dribbling onto the sheets below me as it rolled
over my skin. The scents of cinnamon, orange, Jared and sex made me
light headed and I was almost swooning. His slippery fingers
pinched and rolled my nipples between them, I arched my back and
thrust them into his palms and he gladly kneaded and groped them,
varying the pressure between soft gentle strokes and hard squeezing
grips. My breasts weren’t the only part of me that was slippery at
this point. I was so turned on by this touch I was as wet as a
water slide. The throbbing between my legs was now an aching
painful need. “Oh Jared, Oh my god.” I whimpered.
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