Love Unbound (7 page)

It helped that neither of them seemed to
acknowledge she was naked. At least it had at first. Now it was
starting to irritate her.

When Sam arrived, she’d been mortified. She
was tied up nude, wide open in front of a man she’d never met and
crammed full of those damn beads. They kept her constantly aware of
her sex, constantly on edge. Sam walked in the front door and she’d
felt her whole body flush with embarrassment. She was a high school
teacher for pity sake. The closer he got to her the worse her
trembling got. Only Owen’s hand clenching and unclenching
possessively on her back kept her from shaking the bonds with her
nervous tremors. That and the mask that hid her face.

Owen introduced Sam like they were at a
faculty party, calling her kitten instead of Cat. He handed Sam his
digital camera making sure Cat saw that it was his and set a bag
holding spools of colored ribbons at her feet. That was the last
either man had spoken to her except to give her directions on how
to move the little bit she was able.

They chatted back and forth to each other
like old pals while they wrapped and wove ribbon around her naked
body. Every so often they’d stop and step back to admire their
work. Sam took pictures and told her which way to tip her head and
how to shift her weight. One of them would murmur “beautiful” or
“gorgeous” and the other agreed, but it was obvious to Cat that
they were talking about their work and not her.

She was naked, breasts exposed and sex
swollen, and they were more interested in the ribbons. Unfucking
believable.

She could almost understand it with Sam. It
hurt her pride a little, but as an artist, he treated her like a
subject – more fleshy bowl of fruit than naked woman. But Owen?
That she didn’t understand. He crisscrossed the ribbons around her
body leaving her breasts and sex bare and then watched while Sam
circled her, taking pictures from every angle. She was naked in
front of another man and Owen’s only reaction was a slight
tightening of his jaw. What the fuck?

And as if that weren’t bad enough, she was on
fire. Every time she moved her hips or shifted her weight, the damn
beads moved inside her, making her acutely aware of what wasn’t
being touched. She was wet, needy and out of control.

“Hey man, do you think we could try some with
her kneeling? I’d love to try something with her braid.” Sam looked
at Owen, waiting for his answer and Cat ground her teeth.

“Sure, let me get her down. You could
probably use a break, too, couldn’t you, kitten?”

Oh, now he wanted to talk to her. Teeth still
clenched she nodded but didn’t speak.

She managed to stay still long enough for
Owen to unwrap the yards and yards of ribbon from her body. As soon
as her arms and feet were free, she turned to bolt to the bathroom
and away from the men only to be forcefully reminded of the fucking
beads. Literally fucking. Every step she took made them shift
inside her, rubbing against her slick swollen passage.

God, she ached with need and now she had to
take small almost mincing steps to get to the bathroom without
losing the beads or orgasming on the way. Owen was going to pay for
her torment. She just had to figure out how.

She took out the beads; he was sure of it.
He’d watched her practically shuffle to the bathroom, her arousal a
small consolation for the hell he’d been suffering. His cock
throbbed and his jaw ached with the effort of pretending he didn’t
care that his wife was naked in front of another man. Sam had been
fine, very professional. He treated Cat like a still life, not like
a sexual object.

Owen didn’t care. It was still his naked wife
on display. Maybe it made him petty, but the only thing that had
made the whole thing bearable was knowing Cat was suffering as much
as he was.

Five minutes in the bathroom and she didn’t
look like she was suffering anymore. She practically strutted
toward them, shoulders back, chin up and hips swinging. Owen
glanced at Sam and saw him swallow hard before he looked away.

Fuck. He was going to lose it. At least tied
up she could only get into so much trouble, and with her bound he
could manage to keep his need at bay. Unbound, and sashaying around
them, she seemed somehow more naked. It didn’t make sense. He’d
never be able to explain it to her, but it was true. And he’d
wanted this. He planned it all out. That didn’t stop him from
wanting to punish her because she acted so cavalier about the whole
thing. She was supposed to be on edge, not in control.

He watched as she walked toward Sam, and his
hands fisted at his sides while he clenched his jaw so tight he
thought his teeth might break.

What the fuck did she think she was
doing?

To his credit, Sam didn’t look up. He kept
studying the images on the camera.

“I want to see.” Cat reached for the camera
and Sam jumped back like a scalded cat, holding the camera as far
from his body as possible.

Holy fuck.

There was no way he was letting her get away
with that. Christ, she had his pulse hammering in his throat and
the photographer dancing with nerves.

“Not yet,” he said, grabbing the camera from
Sam before Cat could. He took Cat by the arm more forcefully than
he intended and handed the camera back to Sam.

“I just wanted to see what had captured your
interest so completely.” She emphasized the word completely and for
the first time since Sam joined them, Owen felt like smiling. She
actually sounded jealous that he hadn’t been paying more attention
to her.

“Later,” he said, turning to hide his grin.
“Let’s get you into position.” He led her to a cushion where the
spreader bar had been and helped her to kneel, keeping his hands
firmly on her. “Sit back on your heels, kitten. It may take us a
while to get the ribbon just right.”

She sighed loudly and his grin turned into an
actual smile. She’d been so angry at him for letting Sam in when
she was naked and now she seemed angry because they didn’t seem to
be affected by her body. Talk about a no win situation. He didn’t
know about Sam – didn’t want to think about him – but he was plenty
affected. It took most of his control to keep from kicking Sam out,
throwing her on the bed and marking her as his. Damned if he’d let
her see that, though.

He leaned in to kiss the soft skin behind her
ear and was rewarded with the slight tremor that ran through her.
“Did you make yourself come when you took out the beads?” he asked,
his lips pressed against her ear. She blushed crimson and nodded,
barely moving her head. “I wish you’d waited for me.” He nipped her
tender earlobe and she gasped, leaning into him. “You were very
quiet. When we’re done here, I’m going to punish you for the beads
and for making poor Sam uncomfortable and then I’m going to fuck
you until you come so hard you scream.” He heard her breath catch
and felt her tremble against him. Before she could steady herself
he rose and went to pick up a spool of purple satin ribbon.

It felt like it took forever for Owen to
finish tying the ribbon. He worked long lengths of ribbon into her
braid, letting them trail down her back and over her butt. He
cuffed her hands behind her back and then wound the ribbon around
her upper arms. At first it felt good, like a deep stretch, but as
he worked the bindings further down her arms the ribbon work got
tighter and tighter. The position thrust her breasts out and made
her feel even more exposed. The ribbons weren’t exactly
uncomfortable, but she was truly bound. She couldn’t begin to move
her arms. She was afraid to move at all in case she lost her
balance.

The mask limited her peripheral vision, but
she could hear Sam moving around behind her to take pictures.

“Can you turn to look at me?” Sam asked.
“Slowly, so you don’t pull out the ribbons.”

She shifted her head slightly but the ribbons
didn’t let her move much and she didn’t want to risk falling.

“Let me help you.” Owen’s hands were gentle,
steadying her and helping her twist her upper body.

“Amazing. Just gorgeous. Owen you’ve got to
see this.” Sam sounded so appreciative; Cat decided not to be
offended that he said this instead of her.

Owen got up and went to Sam. She caught a
glimpse of Sam leaning in to whisper something to him. Owen’s face
split into a grin.

“Perfect,” he said. “You’re right. That would
make it perfect.”

Before she knew what was happening, Owen
knelt in front of her, steadying her with his hands and suckled her
hard. He pulled first one then the other nipple deep into his mouth
and she groaned as pleasure rocked through her.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, leaning back.
“How’s that?” he asked Sam.

“Exactly right. Can you get out of the
frame?”

Owen steadied her and stepped away. Still
trembling from his touch, her wet nipples pebbling in the cool air,
Cat heard the camera click.

“That’s it. The SD card is full.” Sam sounded
disappointed, but Owen didn’t waste any time getting the camera
from him.

“Thanks, man, and thanks for letting me use
the studio.”

“No problem. You’ve given me all kinds of
ideas for new work. I can’t wait to tell my wife about this. Better
yet, maybe you could leave everything set up for a couple
weeks?”

“Sure thing. There’s someone else who might
be interested in using it, too.” Owen rolled his eyes thinking of
the uncomfortable conversation he was going to have to have with
Anne’s husband. “I’ll call you later,” he said, leading Sam to the
door. “Thanks again. You were perfect.”

The door closed and Owen turned his full
attention to her. He set the camera down and knelt in front of her,
cradling her bound form in his arms. His mouth slanted over hers
and when he kissed her it was like she was the only thing in his
world – like kissing her was everything. His tongue traced her
lips, teasing them open, seducing not plundering. She met him taste
for taste and cried in frustration as the ribbons wound in her hair
stopped her from straining up to meet him.

“Shh, let me get you free.” He tugged gently
at the bindings. With a tenderness so sweet it made her heart ache,
he unwound the ribbons, rubbing the circulation back into her arms
as he freed her. Sliding the last of the ribbons from her hair, he
helped her stand, steadying her when she wobbled on her stiff
legs.

She slipped off the mask and turned to face
him. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry.”

~~~~~

Cat stretched and rolled her shoulders as she
made her way to the bathroom. That had to be the strangest,
non-sexual, sexual experience she’d ever had.

In the beginning, she felt so vulnerable
being exposed in front of another man. She should have expected it.
It was obvious Owen had done his research. His comment about being
naked on the barstool meant he’d at least read her book club book.
Most of those books had some kind of exhibitionism or sharing. What
Owen planned was tame in comparison.

It still pushed her. Whether she wanted to
admit it or not, being thought of as a sexual object by a stranger
excited her. The only disappointing part of the experience was that
neither man seemed to be that affected by her. She’d been more
still life than sex kitten.

That wasn’t exactly true. Owen paid enough
attention to realize she’d taken out the beads. God, and what he
said about making her scream, just thinking about it made her womb
tighten and sent heat flushing across her skin.

She glanced at the beads sitting on the
counter where she’d left them. She had kind of broken the rules. He
never specifically said “Don’t masturbate and don’t take out the
beads,” but she knew that’s what he meant.

She chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe she
should put them back in. He said he was going to punish her. Her
nipples pebbled at the thought and she shuddered more with
anticipation than anxiety. If he thought she was trying to be
agreeable he might go easier on her.

She held the string of small beads in her
hand wondering which she wanted more – his approval or the
punishment.

He wasn’t entirely comfortable with how much
he was looking forward to turning his wife over his knee. He told
her he’d punish her and had felt her pulse jump at his words. Still
it was one thing to think about something and another to actually
do it. Although thinking about it had him hard as steel again. To
distract himself, he remade the bed and fluffed the pillows,
turning when he heard her come out of the bathroom.

She put the beads back in. Holy fuck. He
could tell by the way she moved, her small steps and the way her
breath came in little gasps. The thought that she’d do it herself
made his cock so hard it throbbed. He wanted to bend her over, pull
out the beads, replace them with his cock, and fuck her until they
both shattered.

Determined not to rush or skip anything he
planned, he clenched his jaw, took a breath and stood, shifting to
make room in his unbearably tight pants.

“Come lay down,” he said, motioning to the
bed. “You must be stiff from staying in the same position for so
long.”

He took her by the elbow and felt the slight
tremor running through her. He helped her lay face down on the soft
comforter, and then stripped off his own clothing, almost groaning
with relief as his cock sprang free. Straddling her, he ignored the
feeling of his balls resting at the top of her ass and the hard
length of his erection stretched out along the small of her
back.

Tenderly, he worked the braid out of her hair
and used the pads of his fingers to rub her scalp.

“God, that feels so good.” She groaned and he
felt his cock twitch in response.

“The pictures are going to be beautiful.” He
worked his way down her shoulders, stroking her arms. She squirmed
a little underneath him and he smiled, imagining the beads shifting
inside her. “You looked amazing. I wanted you so badly; I could
hardly stand it.” His hand slid down her back, easing her stiff
muscles as he spoke. “The only thing that made it bearable was
knowing that you wanted me just as much.” He moved further down her
body, letting his cock play along the crack of her ass and nudge
gently at the heat between her thighs. He felt her breath hitch and
she trembled in anticipation. God, this power thing was heady
stuff. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d trembled during
ordinary sex. “But you didn’t want me the whole time, did you,
kitten?” Sliding his hand between her legs, he fingered her damp
folds. “You came without me.” He circled her clit with his finger,
deliberately avoiding the string for the beads.