Alicia
took a deep breath and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Would
he approve of what he saw? The slinky blue dress clung to her hips and
breasts; her ankles decorated by the silver straps of a pair of high
heeled shoes that she knew she’d have to be careful walking in; and,
of course, there was the hidden addition, or rather lack of something,
that she hoped he would approve of. She glanced at the clock, her heart
racing. There wasn’t time to change her outfit again and he’d told
her no matter what she wore he’d be happy. Well, it was time to take
him at his word.
She
turned away from the mirror and pushed her hair back from her shoulders.
Where was he?
Calm,
focus, he’s not late. It’s just nerves.
Well,
she had good reason to be on edge about tonight. Everything was in place.
The bedroom, the living room, even the meal in the kitchen had been
taken care of long before he had been due to arrive. He’d love it,
she had to believe that.
Alicia
walked down the stairs, the soft, silken material of her dress brushed
against her body, teasing her nipples into tight peaks. Heat flared
through her being, her skin caressed by a thousand sensual fingers before
she had even reached the bottom of the stairs.
He’d
be here soon, but her body already blossomed with a need for his touch.
She didn’t know how long she’d be able to keep the heat and hunger
under control but she had to try. God, what would he think if he knew
just how aroused she was before he’d even arrived?
Knowing
Warren he’d smile and tease her even more.
The
sound of tires crunching over gravel drew her attention to the front
door. Her heart skipped a beat and she tugged her dress into place,
smoothed her hands over her thighs and eased to her knees four feet
away from the door. Alicia lowered her gaze and tucked her heels beneath
her bottom, her hand on her thighs, back straight, her breasts pressing
against the silken material of her dress. Please god let him like
what he sees. Please. It’s not much to ask.
The
engine switched off.
She
counted to ten, waiting. A door slammed shut. Footsteps on the gravel
and then on the steps outside. Another count of ten then she heard it.
His hand on the handle, the door opening slowly but she didn’t dare
lift her gaze.
He
didn’t speak, not yet at least, but stood there, his gaze playing
over her kneeling form. She knew, even without looking up, that he inspected
how she knelt, searching for some sign of imperfection, a hint that
she hadn’t obeyed his instructions. Her throat tightened. What if
she’d missed something? Done something he didn’t approve of?
No.
She couldn’t think that way. She’d followed his instructions to
the letter – except for one thing. A surprise. Something he’d hinted
he wanted her to do, but had not, as yet, ordered her to comply with.
Her thighs tightened. Heat built within her inner walls. Her core rippled
and she took a deep breath, fighting the urge to speak, to move, to
break position.
“Good,
nicely done mine. You’ve done well so you may greet me.” His deep
voice purred through her senses.
Her
skin tightened, heat washed through her core as she lifted her gaze
to look at him. Every inch of his black clad self called to her, a black
leather bag held in his right hand. She licked the tip of her tongue
over her lips before she spoke, and managed to keep the shake from entering
her voice. “Thank you, Master.”
He
nodded and waited for Alicia to move.
Slowly
she pushed to her feet, her hands loose at her sides, her nipples hardened
points against the fabric of her dress. She raised up onto her toes
and wrapped her arms about his neck, leaning against him, her lips a
breath away from his. Take it slow. That had been one of the
first lessons he had taught her and she had taken pains to embrace it.
She
teased the tip of her tongue around his lips, tasting the salt there,
inhaling his scent until it filled her senses. Linen and spice. No,
don’t lose myself in the smell of him, I have to focus on him.
Easier said than done. Alicia forced her thoughts back into focus and
nibbled along his lips, teasing them apart until she slid her tongue
into his mouth, and taste him deeply. He groaned, his tongue meeting
hers, dueling for dominance within the kiss as he took command of it.
He slid one hand into her hair, his fingers tangling in her locks until
she whimpered. Her back arched as she pressed against him, giving herself
into the kiss, into his touch completely.
This
was the man who had turned her life upside down. He’d walked into
her life, brought her to her knees and taken her to places within herself
that she’d never known could exist before. Now she couldn’t imagine
a life without him.
She
didn’t want to be without him.
His
mouth claimed her. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t feel beyond the
feel of his tongue within her mouth. She didn’t want to feel anything
else. His touch. His kiss. That’s all that mattered to her.
“Enough,”
he pulled back from the kiss. “Careful my slut, we’ll be here all
night if we keep this up.”
“Would
that be such a bad thing?” She took a step back from him, her voice
trembling.
“Wicked
wench,” he chuckled.
“Yours.”
“Indeed,
now, go, I believe there’s a meal waiting for me?”
“Yes,
master,” she turned and hurried ahead of him into the kitchen, knowing
he would settle himself down in the living room.
“Coffee,
the rest can wait until I take care of a minor detail.” He called
out.
Something
that he had in his bag? She glanced back over her shoulder before she
disappeared into the kitchen. Coffee, get his coffee and see what
he then wants to do. She had to get her thoughts back on track before
she made a mistake that spoiled the entire evening.
With
the prepared coffee mug in hand, steam curling from within its dark
depths, she walked into the living room and faltered. Warren stood in
front of the fire, a long white rope coiled in his right hand. She almost
dropped the coffee.
“You
look startled, my girl.”
“Yes,
master.” She tightened her grasp on the mug and walked, slowly, over
to the table before she set it down. “I just – just wasn’t expecting
to see you with the rope. Is something wrong?”
“No,
not at all, strip and come and stand in front of me, your back to me.
Lift your hands at your sides, feet apart. Don’t move again until
I tell you to.” He hefted the rope in his hands, letting her see it
clearly.
This
wasn’t how she’d planned the night but she obeyed him regardless
and reached back to undo her dress. She’d wanted this to be a surprise
– but that option had just been removed. The dress slipped to the
floor and he hissed in delight.
“Well
now, that’s a first. I never thought I’d see you come before me
without panties, without being ordered to. Beautiful.”
“Thank
you, master.” Heat flushed her cheeks.
“Into
position, then we can speak of other matters.”
Alicia
turned and stood with her back to him, lifting her arms to shoulder
height. What was he going to do? Bind her obviously. But what for? Wasn’t
she supposed to serve him dinner? How could she do that if she was bound
and helpless?
She
couldn’t. So what did he have in mind?
Warren
bound the rope beneath her breasts and began to work it around her body
in careful knots and curves. She tensed as he worked it around her breasts
until the skin tightened, then down her body, between her thighs, knots
tied, the rope tugged into place. How long she stood there, as he worked,
she couldn’t be certain but her arms ached from holding them in position.
Moving wasn’t an option, not until he gave her permission, so she
sucked her bottom lip in and tried to ignore the growing discomfort.
The
knots between her thighs were tugged into place when he bound the crotch
rope snug against her body.
“Lower
your arms and turn to face me.”
Alicia
turned and lowered her arms. The knots pressed between her thighs. Alicia
gasped. Two knots placed over her asshole and clit, close enough that
she couldn’t ignore them, the rope loose enough that it wouldn’t
cut her in two. Each step she took would cause the knots to play
against her body until she had no choice but to accept the pleasure
they offered her.
“Yes,
now you begin to understand don’t you? For the rest of the night you’ll
feel this, the knots, the touch of them, you’ll serve me like this
for the next few hours.” He reached out and touched her bound breasts,
tracing his fingertips over her captured flesh. “My bound little slut,
such a pretty little sight you make.”
“Thank
you, master,” her voice little more than a whimper.
“Now,
my coffee,” he pinched both nipples sending a shock of pain and pleasure
through her body before he walked over to the sofa and sat down. “Serve
me, slave.”
Just
one step was enough to bring to light just how deeply the knots would
affect her. They slipped over her clit, pressed against her asshole,
the rope between her lower lips teased at her heated flesh and yet he
expected her to serve him wearing this thing?
Alicia
picked up the coffee mug and cradled it between her hands. A couple
of steps, it wasn’t that much and it would give her a chance to adjust
to the sensations he wanted to inflict on her. She took a deep breath,
lifted her head and carried the coffee to him, easing to her knees at
his feet. She gasped, the rope snug between her lower lips, as she knelt.
“Your
coffee, master,” she lifted the mug up to him and tried to keep the
tremble from her voice.
Warren
smiled and took the drink. “The rope suits you.”
“Master?”
She blinked and peered up at him.
“Bound,
prepared, your flesh decorated by the ropes for my amusement, it would
be so very easy to add to this, to make you suffer the extremes of pleasure
whilst wearing those ropes.” His voice little more than a low purr.
“You’re tempting me with every breath.”
Heat
claimed her cheeks. Would he act on his impulse, or make her wait, make
her suffer with each step through the night. She squirmed at the thought
of it. Her body knew what he could do to her. The touches. The feel
of his kiss. His tongue trailing over her skin. The feel of his hand
against her backside, cracking down with a sharp flash of pain that
would ripple through her being.
“You
like that idea, don’t you? The thought of being touched, being used
wearing that rope, the knots playing over your body, your breasts tight
and lifted by the ropes, your nipples hard, begging for my touch. Yes,
I can see that all in your face now.”
How
could she hide it when he knew her better than any other ever had? It
would have been pointless. “Yes, master.”
“Good,
that will make life easier. Get onto your hands and knees, your ass
facing me.” His gaze intense as he watched her, his hands clenched
about the mug he held, the coffee within it forgotten. For now at least.
“I have plans for you.”
Plans.
The type of plans he normally enjoyed were ones she could spend her
entire life exploring, given half the chance. She turned on her knees
and lowered down into position.
“Thighs
apart.”
She
edged her thighs apart a little more, her back arching as she tried
to make herself presentable for him. Would this be enough for him? She
had to hope it would be.
“Nice,
very nice,” he leaned forward and tugged on the rope between her thighs,
forcing the knots to play over her clit and ass.
She
groaned. Pleasure rocked through her body at the caress of the knots.
Slick heat coated her inner walls. Her fingers clenched on the floor
beneath her. He tugged on the rope again, a dark chuckle filling the
air. Then it happened. A sharp crack of hand against the curves of her
ass.
Her
hips jerked. Pain and pleasure combined as the warmth of the blow filtered
through her being. Her inner walls clenched, a low whimper forming on
her lips before the next blow landed and tore a cry into life. A third,
fourth and fifth blow snapped against her bare buttocks. Heat seared her skin, her heart pounded in her chest, her cheeks burned as she endured
and welcomed the sharp spanking. Each jolt of her hips forced the cord
to move between her thighs, caressing her clit and ass, leaving her
no choice but to whimper and plead with her body.
The
knots played over her slick sex.
“You
need this, don’t you?”
“Yes,
master,” she pleaded, her hips rolling with a hunger she could not
deny.
Warren
slapped down hard and fast on her bare backside, sharper than before
until she sobbed with the mingle of sheer pain and deepest pleasure
in her core. Her clit throbbed, aching for his touch, but the knot did
its job, teasing her flesh with each passing moment.
She
needed him, wanted him more than she had words for. Her lower lips swelled
with desire, slick with passion as she groaned and pressed back into
his touch. She swallowed hard, waiting for his next move. His next touch
of pain or pleasure, or both.
He
tugged on the cord, splitting her lower lips fully. A full body shiver
claimed her. How much more would he put her through before he graced
her with something more? She groaned, her body tight as she waited for
the next blow. It didn’t come. What was wrong? She looked over her
shoulder, a low whimper on her lips.
“It
would be so very easy to take you now,” his voice little more than
a growl. “Your ass, so pink, so warm now, would your cunt be as heated?
I believe it would be. Shall I sample it? Take you on the floor as you
are now?”
Her
throat clenched. “Please, master.”
“Please
what?"
“Fuck
me, I beg you, fuck me.”
“Crawl
away from the couch, ten steps.” He stood up and let go of the rope.
“Now, slut.”
She
didn’t hesitate but crawled away from him and braced herself. Her
inner walls clenched and hungered for him, her body tingled and the
rope caressed her with each passing moment. He moved, without another
word and settled behind her, his pants opening with a soft hiss of his
fly being opened. The rope was loosened from between her thighs as he
knelt behind her, the head of his cock pressed between her lower lips
before he grabbed her by the hips. His fingers dug into her hips, holding
her tight.
Without
another word he thrust into her body, his cock thick and eager as he
claimed her. She groaned her head lowered, muscles clenching, her
shoulders tight as she tried to brace herself for his use. She whimpered,
her back arching as she sought to welcome his cock into her body.
“So
slick, so tight, I’d forgotten the sweetness of your body wrapped
about mine.”
She
rocked back against him, welcoming his touch, his use, the feel of his
cock deep within her core. This man, this one who owned her, who had
branded her body, mind and soul, pushed her a little further each time
they met and the ropes dug into her body, pinching her breasts, forcing
the blood into her nipples.
"Good,
very good. That’s it, push back against me.” He slipped one hand
away from her hip and brought it down on her backside with a sharp slap.
She
gasped, her inner walls clenched down on his cock. Heat fluttered through
her being, pressure built within her as she thrust back against
him. He slid one hand up, along her back into her hair, fisting it.
She groaned, her back arching tight. Her buttocks clenched, her body
craving so much more than she could speak of.
“Yes,
you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“You
want to cum, don’t you?”
“God,
yes master, please!” She sobbed, pressing back against her.
“Wait,”
he thrust into her core, his cock pulsing against her tight insides.
His hand tightened in her hair. Her back taut, arched as she whimpered,
trapped by his grasp. He groaned behind her, his hips pressing furiously, the ropes
tight about her breasts as she whimpered, fighting the urge to cum.
“Please
master, please let me cum.” She sobbed, pleasure rolling through her
hips. Her body tightened, the need to hit that moment, that sheer moment
of release, pleasure and pain all rolled into one, washed through her
body but she struggled to hold back. To wait for when he would let her
cum.
“Now!
Cum for me now, my slave.”
Her
body gave her no other choice, pleasure tore through her, liquid heat
claimed her inside out as she sobbed in relief. His balls slapped against
her buttocks. Slick heat clenched on his cock as a scream tore from
her lips, filling the room.
“Yes,
mine!” He growled, the grip in her hair tight and without mercy, the
one on her hip dug in so tight that she knew there would be bruises
come the morning. But she didn’t care. She needed this. Wanted this.
Wanted him.
His.
She belonged to him. She always would. Bound. Pleasured. Spanked. His
slave and nothing more.