Just A Spanking: Tales of Dominance and Submission (3 page)

“You know me. I'm a morning person. I'm never here after six. But you should probably talk to Steve and Rob.”

“Yes, I will. I'm going around letting everyone know.” So he hadn't just come to see me. I was ridiculously disappointed. “See you later.”

“Yeah.
See you later, Krishna.” I watched him make his graceful way down the aisle between the two rows of dividers.

Ten PM tonight. I digested this information as I chewed my chicken sandwich. Krishna would be, in all likelihood, alone in the office. Alone except for me, that is.

I forced myself to sit in front of my screen all afternoon, although there was no way I was going to get any work done. I resisted the urge to visit Babeland or Adam and Eve to check out some of the toys. I knew that was dangerous. The company might well have installed spy software to monitor our browsing.

A chill shot through me. If they did have snoop tools installed, they'd know about Krishna's kink. They'd fire him. Hell, he was H1-B―they'd send him back to India.

I calmed my racing heart. No use worrying. None of that was going to happen tonight. Tonight I was going to give Krishna what he wanted. What he deserved.

I left the office on the dot
of
 
five
. Once home,
I
 
booted
my laptop and searched for bondage information. I only had a few hours, but I was determined to learn as much as I could about tools and techniques. Wikipedia had a great article about shibari, complete with amazing photos of rope-tangled flesh and links to primary sources. I found sites dedicated to duct tape and others specializing in hand-cuffs.

I couldn't eat. I drank a glass of orange juice as I paged through photos and skimmed blogs. Finally, around eight, I lay down in my darkened bedroom and closed my eyes. My head spun with kinky images and advice. My pussy was soaked and swollen. What was I going to do to Krishna? I really didn't know. I'd just have to trust my instincts.

The building was mostly dark when I drove into the parking lot. A motion sensor switched on an overhead light as I approached the door. I punched in my security code. A buzz, a click and I
was
in the lobby. The guard's desk was unoccupied. The click of my heels echoed through the dim, empty corridors.

I slipped through the fire doors that led to my group's space. The glassed-in server room was lit, plus the ceiling fluorescents above Krishna's office. The floor was carpeted in this area; I moved without a sound.

Krishna sat with back to me, focused on his screen. From where I stood, outside his cubicle, I couldn't see what he was gazing at so intently. But I could guess.

“Krishna,” I murmured.

He swiveled around, simultaneously flicking the off switch on his monitor. I could
the tell
that the move was well-practiced. “Liz! What are you doing here?”
 
He backed the chair towards the desk as I entered, trying to put more distance between us.

“I came to visit you. I thought you might be lonely.”
 
I took another step forward. He had nowhere to go. An
embarrassed
grin stretched his lush lips.

His shirt was open to the middle button. A gold chain nestled in the black curls between his breasts. He was breathing hard; the rise and fall of his chest made the necklace glitter. I dropped my gaze to his lap. As I expected, I found a significant bulge.

“Um―no―I'm fine―just making sure the backups are all right. I was going to leave in a few minutes...”

I brushed a fingertip across the lump in his groin. He shivered. His nervous smile evaporated. “Don't go yet,” I crooned. “I just got here.”

I had changed out of my work clothes. I now wore a tight purple jersey with a V neck that flattered my modest breasts, and a short denim skirt. I trailed a finger down my throat to my cleavage. Krishna's eyes followed in fascination. I retraced my path to my throat, the feathery touch making my nipples pebble, and removed the scarf I'd draped around my neck.

He gripped the curved arms of his desk chair, as though he were afraid he was going to faint. I slipped the scarf under the chair arm and wrapped it twice around his wrist, then tied a firm knot. He didn't move. The lavender silk was lovely against his brown skin.

“Is that too tight?” My voice was barely louder than a whisper. Krishna shook his head. His eyes were black pools of lust. I pulled a second scarf from my back pocket, this one turquoise, and secured his other arm. He trembled when I touched him.

I seated myself on his lap. His erection poked deliciously at my bottom, even through the heavy denim of my skirt.
He must be huge
, I thought. I'd know before long.

His beautiful face hovered inches from mine. He dropped his eyes, focusing on his bound wrist. “No,” I protested, lifting his chin so that he could not look away. “Look at me, for once. I've been trying to get your attention for months. You're not getting away from me this time.”
   

Krishna's lips parted, as though he was about to speak. I stopped him with a fierce kiss. At first he resisted, struggling against the scarves, his lips pressed tightly together to keep me out. I braced my palms against his chest and bore down on him, prying those lips apart with my tongue.

All at once he let go. His mouth was as lush and hot as it looked, tasting of coffee and anise. I fed on him, nibbling and sucking, pouring out my long-denied lust. He opened to me, not exactly passive, but giving me control.

My bare thighs grew damp with the heat of that kiss. My nipples peaked into aching knots. His smell surrounded me, soap and sweat and the coconut oil he used on his hair. His rod prodded the crack between my legs.
I
 
burrowed
deeper into his mouth, kissing him harder.

He arched up, grinding himself against my ass. I broke the kiss and hopped off his lap.
“Oh no you don't!
That belongs to me.”

“Please, Liz...”
 
Krishna looked miserable and needy.

“Oh, now you're begging!” I strutted back and forth in front of him on my high-heeled boots, giving him an eyeful of my slutty outfit. “Maybe I should just leave you here, tied up and frustrated. After all, you've frustrated me for an awfully long time.”

“No, please...”

“What will Steve and Rob
think
when they come in tomorrow and find you tied to your chair? And when they turn on your monitor?”

I reached over his shoulder to click the switch. As I'd expected, the screen was full of kinky images, men hogtied and suspended, secured in a hundred uncomfortable positions, all with huge, hungry erections.

Krishna looked terrified. “Don't tell anyone―please don't tell! They'll deport me if they find out...”

“Your secret is safe with me.” I tangled my fingers in his opulent hair.
“Provided that you cooperate, of course.”

He didn't bother to ask me what I meant.

I took a moment to drink in the gorgeous picture he made. If his complexion had been lighter, I knew I would have seen the blood heating his cheeks. The festive scarves looked like they'd be pretty effective in keeping him where he was. But they weren't enough, I sensed. Not for him.

I scanned his office, seeking inspiration, kicking myself for not having brought some of the heavy twine that I used to tie up the
bougainvillea
 
on
my balcony. On the other hand, the twine might be too coarse. It might seriously damage that flawless dark skin.

Krishna watched me, eyes wide, frightened and expectant. The weight of his need settled on me like a two ton boulder. Suddenly I felt lost. What was I doing? What did I know about bondage? I paced around the office, trying to act confident and bossy.
Playing for time.

Don't screw things up now, Liz.
He squirmed a bit against the silk, testing the strength of the bonds.
My pussy spasmed at the sight.
Think.

I was getting desperate. Then my eyes lighted on the pile of Cat 5 Ethernet cables coiled neatly in the corner. Aha! Once again I gave thanks for Krishna's role as sysadmin.

I turned my back on him, bending from the waist to rummage through the collection. My skirt rode up, revealing the purple silk panties that clung to my ass. Krishna's gaze was a hot spotlight on my scarcely concealed flesh. Could he see the dampness of my inner thighs?

Each cable was labeled in my victim's precise handwriting. I selected one marked as ten meters.
Should be long enough
.
As an afterthought, I grabbed a couple of short lengths as well. All three were an electric blue color, which I thought would harmonize nicely with the scarves
.
.

I hadn't thought Krishna's eyes could open wider. I was wrong.

“No, Liz...
don't
...”

“I'll do what I want.” I was already wrapping the longer cable around his torso. The plastic-sheathed wire circled under his arms and across the back of his chair. I made four or five loops across his chest, careful to align them nicely in parallel stripes across his snow-white shirt. The vivid blue strands were tight enough to indent the fabric and to dig in slightly where they crossed his partially bared chest.

Krishna released a deep moan.

“Too tight?”
 
I paused in my labors, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead. His eyes were closed, long lashes feathering his beautiful brown cheeks. I reached into his lap to squeeze his erection through his trousers. His eyes snapped open. He was harder than ever.

“No, no, it's just...I shouldn't...what if someone sees...”

“That's my problem, not yours. You don't have any choice anymore. In fact, I think I need to gag you to stop you from complaining.”

“Gag me?”
 
His face registered true terror, yet his solid cock leaped in my hand. I decided to believe his cock.

I dragged my skirt up to my waist and shimmied out of my panties. The ocean smell of my pussy filled the cubicle. “Open wide,” I told him.

Shame, fear and desire battled in his elegant face. I laid a palm against his smooth cheek. “Open your mouth, Krishna,” I murmured, trying to make my voice gentle. “I know you want to. It's okay.”
 

Our eyes met. I saw him melt. I sensed his sudden trust. A bolt of lust sizzled through me. I held the drenched undergarment under his nose. His nostrils flared. Slowly his ripe lips parted. I stuffed the damp ball of crumpled silk into his mouth. He coughed.

“Breathe through your nose,” I told him, remembering what I'd read. “That's a good boy.”
  

 
I hurried to finish the binding I'd planned, eager to get to the next stage. After tying the long cables in a knot behind his chair, I bent to secure his legs with the shorter lengths of wire. It would have been easier if he'd been sitting in a normal chair. I rounded each ankle several times. Then I had to fasten the cable to one of the supports radiating from the star-shaped base. It looked messy, but I hoped that it was stable and tight enough to excite him.

I stood back to survey the result. It took my breath away.

Sturdy blue cables lashed Krishna's lean body to his chair. The muscles in his thighs tensed under his neat slacks as he strained against his bonds. His mouth was wadded with shocking purple. Damp jet curls tumbled over his brow, making him look boyish yet somehow dissolute. The naked V of chest exposed by his unbuttoned shirt gleamed with perspiration. Tendrils of black hair curled around the wires compressing his tawny flesh. His nipples poked out between two parallel strands like pink pearls.

The fact that he was mostly dressed, the shelf of technical books in the background, the computer monitor blinking behind his trussed form, only made the picture more lewd. There was only one thing missing.

I knelt between his thighs, spread wide by the cables around his ankles. Forcing myself to move slowly, to build the suspense, I reached for his fly.

He jumped at my first touch. My panties muffled his protest. “Don't you dare come,” I told him, as I drew the zipper down. “Not until I give you permission.”
 

His cock sprang up through the gap I made. Behind the gag he whimpered like a beaten dog. Saliva gathered in my mouth. Pussy juice trickled from my cleft.

Patience, Liz. Give him what he needs. Then you can take your pleasure.

Trying to ignore the pulse between my thighs, I rolled back onto my heels and stood upright, then pulled out my cellphone. “Now you're ready, Krishna. Now that you're—controlled—I'm going to capture this for posterity.” I pointed the camera lens at his bound form.

He grunted, shaking his head violently, tugging against the cables and the scarves. For a moment I worried that he'd topple the chair.

“Hush! Don't worry. This will be our little secret—as long as you behave, that is. Don't you want to see what you look like?”

He calmed. He rested in his bonds, motionless and silent.
Only
 
his
eyes spoke.

“You're beautiful,” I whispered, framing his cable-wrapped form on the LCD screen and snapping the shutter.
“Beautiful and perverse and unbelievably hot.”