Flashback (11 page)

She gave him a look and strolled from the
room, hips swinging.

That was an invitation.

Rex was on his feet and following her without
another thought.

“I am Michelle,” she said in the kitchen, her
voice no more than a whisper. She had a French accent and Rex
realized that was what was different about her. She was less
direct, more coy, more exquisitely feminine. She flicked a glance
at him through her lashes. “Leya thought you might enjoy me.”

Rex could hardly swallow at this news.
“You’re a gift?”

She smiled shyly. “A little variety she
said.”

Rex was instantly hard. “And what about you?
Would you enjoy me?”

She surveyed him and her eyes were dancing
when she met his gaze again. “Oh, I think so. I like to be bound
helpless.” Rex caught his breath. She reached for a box that was
sitting on the kitchen counter. “She wanted to wrap me up as a
present for you, but maybe you’d like to do that yourself.”

She opened the top of the box, revealing the
rolls of wide pink satin ribbon arranged inside. Rex’s heart
skipped a beat. He picked up one roll and unfurled a length of
ribbon, admiring its sheen and its softness. It had to be four
inches wide and there was a lot of it in the box.

“There’s an ottoman in the living room,” he
said, his voice husky. “Beg me to bind you there.”

Michelle stepped toward him and placed her
hands on his chest. She slid them back and forth, watching them. “I
beg you to bind me, Rex.”

“Surrender to me.”

“I surrender to you,” she said, her accent
making his cock harden. She flicked one of those glances at him
through her lashes and Rex was entranced. “I am yours for the
taking.”

“Ask me to truss you and tie you.”

“Truss me and tie me, Rex.”

As always the repetition of powerful words
excited Rex. “Do you want to be hog-tied and helpless?”

“Yes, make me hog-tied and helpless.” Her
accent changed the sound of the words, made them exotic and new.
“Please, Rex, accept me as a gift. Use me for your
satisfaction.”

She leaned and touched her lips to his
nipple, the unexpected graze of her teeth sending a thrill though
him. He thought of Leya, how she had arranged this for him, and
knew they were destined to be together.

He put a fingertip under Michelle’s chin,
tipping her face so her gaze met his. His cock touched the soft
skin of her stomach, making his blood pound. “You will not come
until I give permission,” he said and she nodded agreement. “You
are mine to use, mine to control and mine to take.”

“I’m all yours,” she said, and Rex couldn’t
resist her any longer. He kissed her, at first sweetly, then with
greater heat. She offered no resistance to him, the perfect
submissive, just opened her mouth to him and let him take what he
wanted.

That only ensured that he wanted more.

* * *

The ottoman was upholstered in a nubby
cotton, like all of the furniture in the living room of the
bungalow. Rex opened the sliding door so that the breeze could flow
through the room. He sent Michelle to the washroom, then commanded
her to wait for him on her knees in the middle of the room when he
went there.

She did exactly as she was bidden. She knelt
with her ankles together and her knees apart, her butt on her feet
and her head bowed. Her hands were clasped behind her back so he
had a fine view of those breasts and her sex glistened between her
thighs. Her body hair was removed, so she was sleek and smooth all
over.

Leya had anticipated all of his desires.

Rex strolled around his present, admiring the
view. He’d explored the box of ribbon and discovered both a
blindfold and a hood with a gag at the bottom of the box. Both were
made of satin in the same pretty hue of pink. He didn’t want to
awaken Leya, not yet, so he brought the hood to Michelle.

“Gag yourself,” he instructed her.

She didn’t hesitate much. She did lick her
lips with some apprehension and the sight of her tongue intensified
the moment for Rex. She took the hood from him and he noticed that
her nails were not only long but painted the same color of
pink.

She would be a perfect picture when he was
done with her.

She pulled the hood over her head and it fit
perfectly. There was more evidence of Leya’s planning and more
proof that she paid as much attention to detail as Rex did. The
contrast of the pale pink against Michelle’s ebony skin was
striking. The hood had two extensions that came forward over the
ears. One had a grip for the teeth and the other was a wide cup to
silence any sound. The ends would meet behind her head and fasten
securely.

She held his gaze as she opened her mouth to
bite the padded extension. She was so calm, so complacent, so
submissive. Rex loved that she was complicit in her own captivity.
That was what always sent him over the edge. That this beautiful
woman apparently knew his every desire already was almost too much
to bear.

She bit hard, baring her teeth and tugging
the end hard. Rex was mesmerized. She folded the other end over her
mouth and tugged it too, then wrapped both ends around to the back.
Her breasts swung enticingly at the move and Rex knew he would have
to tie them down securely. He couldn’t wait to see them bound, the
nipples peeking out between the wraps of ribbon.

She fastened the straps behind her head, then
shook her head. She bowed her head forward for Rex to check her
handiwork. He crouched before her, and ran his hands over the
bonds. It was tight, as tight as he would have made it. He framed
her head in his hands, spreading his fingers wide to hold her
captive.

“Scream,” he commanded and she tried. The
barest whimper escaped the gag. “Perfect,” he breathed, knowing she
was. He bent and brushed his lips over her gagged mouth, loving
that she was giving herself to him like this.

She trembled then, trembled convulsively from
head to toe. A plea lit her eyes, bringing every protective
instinct in Rex to the fore.

“Give me the ribbon,” he commanded

She visibly took a breath, finding some
resolve within herself. The sight of her uncertainty made Rex even
more determined to see that she was pleased.

He watched her walk to the kitchen counter,
admired the swing of her hips. He noted that her hands shook
slightly when she brought back the box. Then she dropped to her
knees again before him, his obedient servant. She plucked a roll of
ribbon out of the box and offered it to him on her open palm, her
head bowed and her hand quivering every so slightly.

Rex adored her all the more. He loved
complicity and the slave aiding in her own captivity. That was
multiplied with this woman, because of her vulnerability. That she
would have reservations but still give herself to him was almost
unbearable. Rex couldn’t wait for Michelle to help him with the
binding. Her vulnerability was driving him wild. The notion that
she both wanted this and feared it was intoxicating.

He had to see her trussed and take her soon.
He couldn’t take his time, even in doing the binding himself. No,
this would be quick and hot. Michelle was overwhelming his ability
to be patient and deliberate, or maybe Leya had broken his
restraint free.

It didn’t matter. Rex knew what he wanted and
what he would do. His chest was tight, his heart was hammering and
his cock was so stiff that it ached. He took the ribbon she offered
and shook it out, letting it unfurl across the carpet like a pink
snake. He didn’t even bother to find the middle: he just grabbed it
part way down the length and passed it around her waist quickly. He
knotted it over her belly, pulling it tight around her waist.
Michelle caught her breath but otherwise remained still.

The pink looked fabulous against her skin,
and he appreciated that Leya had made such a good choice. He wanted
to wrap Michelle tightly and encase her in satin, but he didn’t
think he’d be able last.

Not once he caught a whiff of her own
arousal.

Next time.

For the moment, he urged her to her feet and
turned her around. He folded her arms behind her waist in the pose
he liked best, then lashed them together with quick wraps of satin.
Her calm passivity excited him, made him knot the ribbon more
tightly than he might have otherwise, pushed him to the edge of
control. He wanted to provoke her reaction, but she only
trembled.

“Fight it,” he insisted. She struggled a
little and Rex knotted more quickly. “You’re mine,” he informed
her. “You’re my gift and my possession, mine to truss, mine to tie,
mine to take.” He tied another knot. “Because you begged me to take
you. Admit it.”

She shuddered from head to toe, then
nodded.

Rex bound her arms to her torso with
satisfaction, wrapping the ribbon around her body at whatever angle
seemed to suit, instead of in his usual precise rows. He worked
fast, knotting the ribbon hard. It was most important to get her
bound securely and immediately.

He spun her around as he knotted the ribbon
over her breasts. He loved the look of the breasts slightly crushed
beneath the band of ribbon, so he wrapped another length around
her. Her nipples were taut and pushing between the rows of ribbon,
just as he’d expected, and the sight was exciting beyond belief. He
was working decisively, as different from his usual slow build as
possible, but he couldn’t do otherwise.

“Struggle,” he instructed her, hearing how
his voice had hardened. She wriggled at his command and only at his
command, and he saw the flash of understanding in her eyes.

No matter how compliant a submissive was,
there was a moment of realization, a moment when he or she
recognized that there was no turning back, that captivity was
complete, that there was no escape. Rex loved to see that
realization dawn in their eyes. It made him aware of his own power,
of his own command of this person, of his own responsibility to
ensure their mutual pleasure.

With Michelle, it was doubly sweet. He
reached out with one finger and slid it over the slick heat of her
puss, his touch making her shiver again.

He worked his finger back, pushing it inside
her. She closed her eyes and swallowed, but her clitoris was so
hard. Rex pinched it lightly, loving how she gasped.

Then he licked her juices from his own finger
as she watched.

Her eyes were wide, her awe clear. Rex
couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he was done.

“Sit down,” he said. For a heartbeat, she
hesitated, that realization of her vulnerability too close. Rex
dared to hope that she would run, that he could hunt her in this
house, that he could take her down and bind her helpless, then
claim her hard.

But she sat down abruptly, submissive
again.

He shook out another length of ribbon. Since
the ribbon was thick, he crossed her ankles and bound them
together, liking the smooth expanse of satin against her skin. He
tipped her over quickly and rolled her to her stomach, liking her
little shiver of surprise. He lashed her ankles below her butt,
securing them to the back of her waist, then wrapped her legs with
criss-crossing rounds of ribbon. He flipped her over to her back
and all he could see was the shining target of her puss.

“You are forbidden to come,” he instructed
her, then placed his hands on her thighs and began to eat her. She
trembled immediately, shuddering in her attempt to hold back, but
Rex would challenge her even more than this.

It seemed only fair, since he was himself on
the brink of release.

When he allowed them both to come, it would
be incredible.

* * *

Leya stood in the doorway to the bedroom and
watched as Rex claimed the gift she had arranged for him. Michelle
was holding up well, hiding her fear and trepidation well enough
that Rex was fooled. They had talked about this for a long time,
Michelle gradually ceding to Leya’s conviction that this was the
right choice.

Michelle wanted to know Rex, but she wasn’t
that comfortable with men. Leya didn’t think there was another way
to know Rex than sexually. She watched and knew she had to
intervene, before Rex inadvertently pushed Michelle too far.

Before he claimed her.

The timing of this entire scenario was so
perfect that she didn’t want anything to go wrong now. Everything
had come together exactly as she’d hoped, even with the unexpected
complication of the Plume being raided.

Leya strolled past Rex and knew the moment he
became aware of her presence. She smiled at him when he paused in
his feast, then lifted the pink satin blindfold from the box.

Rex froze. The blindfold dangled from Leya’s
fingers. She reached out and ran a hand over his head, down his
back, admiring once again the powerful lines of his body.

“Thank you for the gift,” he said, his hands
still spreading Michelle’s thighs wide. His voice was hoarse, his
gaze dropping to the blindfold as if he couldn’t ignore it.

“How about a gift to me?” she asked.

Michelle trembled slightly on the ottoman,
her eyes wide as she watched them.

“What?”

“Show me that you’ve moved past your fear,”
Leya said. “No bonds, just the blindfold.”

Rex’s mouth opened and closed, his
uncertainty clear.

“Others find it heightens the experience,”
Leya continued in a soothing tone. “You know that.”

Rex visibly swallowed. He looked at Michelle,
then back at Leya. “But looking heightens
my
experience.”

Leya smiled. “How can you be sure before you
try?”

It took him a moment, then he abruptly bowed
his head. Leya put the blindfold on him. It was like a domino, one
with an elastic across the back, and she tightened the elastic to
ensure a snug fit. He inhaled sharply but his cock stood up even
more.