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Authors: Tori Carson

Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction

Bondage Wedding (17 page)

His left hand continued to rub her back as his right explored her pussy. Each stroke along her clit brought her that much closer.

“That’s right, you belong to me now. To do with as I please…” His right hand disappeared for a moment then came down sharply on her right ass cheek.

The air left her body in a rush. It hurt and stung as the shock of the strike reverberated through her. Heat replaced the pain and wrapped her in a pleasure she’d only heard about until now. “More,” she whispered as she dropped her head onto her wrists.

Instead of swatting her again, his fingers plunged into her pussy over and over. She was breathing in pants, so close to orgasm she wanted to cry when he pulled out of her. “No, I need to come, Master. Please,” she whimpered.

Another hard smack came down on her ass, this time her left cheek. “Your ass looks good pink, subbie.”

It felt good too. The burn spread to her clit and it began to throb. “Please touch me, Master.” Spank, tease, fuck, she didn’t care. She just needed his touch. Amanda ached for him and him alone.

He kept one hand on her back as he reached for something. “I’m not done with you yet, subbie.”

James had a bundle of something in his hand as he rubbed her thighs and ass cheeks. He swirled the soft, but firm material along her skin. She tipped her head and arched her back, moaning at the sensations. He deposited the weight on her back then rubbed and caressed her butt with his strong hands.

“My marks are fading. We can’t have that.” He gave her two smacks in quick succession. “Good girl, you please your Master. I bought you a special gift for our playtime. I know how much you love to be bound, so I sent away for silk rope.”

James always kept some part of his body touching her at all times. It gave her that tangible lifeline. It was a small thing, but it mattered so much to her. She knew he was there with her, guiding her down the rabbit’s hole and safely back out again. James didn’t care for her analogy, but he wasn’t a sub—a sub who’d grown up with the wrong impression of what D/s was all about. Sometimes the concept seemed too foreign to comprehend then they scened and every care in the world dropped away. She felt free and incredibly loved and nothing else mattered.

His hands moved confidently along the curvature of her breasts, one wrap then two. “It’s so smooth and cool feeling.” Such a direct contrast to the heat of his hands and the slow burn still lingering on her ass cheeks. It was the yin and yang of D/s that she liked the best. One minute he was rough, his touch sometimes bordering on painful—and the next he was so tender she almost cried. She craved it all. She liked him rough just as much as she liked him tender. It was a package and she wanted it all.

Her breathing steadied as he made two passes under her breasts then connected the upper and lower wraps and cinched, squeezing her boobs with a decadent pressure.

“I’m so glad you like it. We can get more if you enjoy the feel of it.”

“Yes.” She nodded not sure he heard her breathy reply. “Will you fuck me now, Master?” She’d learned to ask, not demand. The last time she’d topped from the bottom, as he called it, she hadn’t been able to speak in complete sentences. She’d learned the meaning of forced orgasms. For a girl who’d never had one from a man before meeting James, she was certainly acquainted with them now. While it was an experience she didn’t want to repeat any time soon, she couldn’t say it hadn’t been pleasurable.

“No, sweetheart, not yet.” He moved down and began wrapping the silk rope around her right thigh. His chest brushed over her ass cheeks and back as he tied her leg to her upper arm.

As her range of motion grew limited, her senses sharpened. Every touch of his hand or rope sent erotic messages to her clit and pussy. Her nipples ached with a need for his touch.

Her clit was throbbing. It wouldn’t take much more than a brush of his thumb and she would shatter into a million blissful pieces. And he knew it too. With a feather light touch he caressed her inner thighs, but never actually touched her clit. The bastard! He was killing her with pleasure.

James laid a hand on her shoulder as he scooted off the bed. “You’re so hot, sweetheart. I think you need to cool off a bit.”

Fiery heat ran along her sides followed by a cold sensation and she realized he was using ice. She couldn’t stay still. She pulled against the bindings and she felt the difference in the ropes. Those wrapped along her arms had a bite to them, the silk ropes did not. She forced her hands to remain unmoving, but squirmed the slightest bit to feel the silk move along her skin.

James moved his mouth and talented tongue along the same path, lighting a fire where the ice had chilled her. The contrast frazzled her brain—hot and cold, soft and rough, heaven and hell, pain and pleasure.

The ice disappeared when a new texture was added. It was soft, like fur sliding over her right nipple. She arched her back, pushing deeper into it. The soft caress stilled for just a moment as pain flared along her left nipple. The squeezing, pinching, burning sensation was almost too much. Something was attached to her nipple. She felt the weight and the sway of the object as she moved. Her safeword was on the tip of her tongue. Before she could decide what to do, James slid the fur in a circle around her tortured breast. The pain was gone, lost to pleasure.

Now his hand was back at her pussy. Two fingers plunged in and out while his thumb teased her clit. Tears wet the sleeping mask. The feelings were so intense Amanda wasn’t sure she could take any more, but she never wanted it to stop. She was begging in earnest now, unsure what she wanted, but confident James knew exactly what she needed.

“Yes, my beautiful wife.” As he moved into position behind her he gave her one last hard swat along the tender junction between her thigh and ass. The motion caused the clamp on her nipple to sway, splitting her focus.

His cock, for the first time unsheathed, pushed into her hot, wet pussy. “Oh, God, girl, you feel like heaven. Squeeze your Master.” He set a brutal pace and she met him stroke for stroke.

Her throat was raw from her screams and begging. She’d never been hotter or needed to come so badly in her life when his right hand descended on her clit. One rub then two and her world exploded around her. Colors swirled inside her closed eyelids. Blood rushed to her tortured nipple as he removed the clamp, flooding her body with another round of pleasure. The sensations were overpowering, they came too fast, too overwhelming. She felt them all, yet none with any degree of clarity as she floated in an erotic haze.

When the fog began to clear, she could hear James guiding her. His soft, beautiful voice drew her back to earth, but she knew their journey had only just begun.

Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:

Desired Discipline: Bondage Seduction

Tori Carson

Released 13
th
June 2014

Excerpt

Chapter One

Meri looked in the mirror of the ladies locker room at DiscipliNation. Her dress had looked cute on the size two mannequin at the fet store. The black spandex mini-dress with strategically placed slashes had seemed like a good idea. It was daring but allowed all her truly private areas to remain private--and kept her from wearing a bra or panties. Damn it, if she pulled the dress down to keep it from showing the cheeks of her ass, the slits opened up like she’d been in a shredder accident.

Decision time. Turn around, go home and be satisfied to only read about other people fulfilling their fantasies, or she could pull off her big girl panties and give this a try. Hell, she’d already spent an enormous amount of money to join the club. What did she have to lose—except her modesty and boredom?

Taking a deep breath, then two. Okay, one more maybe… She bent over and removed her underwear. After stuffing it into her locker, she looked at the ceiling—anywhere but the mirror—and forced one foot in front of the other until she’d entered the great hall. The low, steady beat of music drew her farther into the room. She stayed as close to the walls and in the shadows as possible. Maybe if she could make it to the bar, she could melt into the scenery for a while and get her nerves under control.
Why was it way over there?

She caught herself pulling down her skirt then remembered how bad that looked and let it ride back up. Turning toward the locker room, she considered running out of the place before anyone noticed her.

“Welcome to DiscipliNation, I’m Master Ted.”

Meri froze, hearing the deep baritone voice behind her.
Too late.
She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could vanish. Meri tried to breathe. Short, shallow breaths were all she could manage. She plastered a smile on her face, opened her eyes, turned around and looked up. Way up.
Holy fucking shit!
What was he, six foot five?
Meri was tall, five foot twelve was how she usually phrased it. What a pleasant change to find a man actually taller than she was.

She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Meri.” She’d never met a more imposing, sexy man in her life. With his jet-black hair and striking blue eyes, he set her heart pounding. Normally, she wasn’t a fan of the goatee look, but on him, it worked. Thank God, she hadn’t run back into the locker room. Just meeting this man was worth the price of membership.

When he took her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, she almost swooned.
Do women still swoon these days? Probably not. Most likely that went out with the vapors. Damn it, Meri, focus.

“If this is your first time here, let me show you around and answer any questions you might have.” He slid her hand around his bicep.

Oh hell, yeah.
“That’s very sweet of you. Thank you.” Wow, her hand couldn’t fit all the way around his arm.

“Have you filled out an interest inventory? If you let me see it, I could introduce you to likeminded people.”

“No.” Should she admit she was overwhelmed by it? She didn’t even know what half the things on there were. “This is my first time venturing into a club or exploring the lifestyle.” She met his gaze and basked in his warm smile. “I was a little confused by it all, actually.”

“I’ll be happy to talk you through it. Would you like to look around first?”

“I’d love to see more of the club.” Maybe she’d learn a bit and be able to speak more intelligently about the inventory.

They continued along the path Meri had been walking. The first piece of equipment they came across was a beautiful, dark wood table. It had a thin layer of padding along the middle with restraints at all four corners. There was a stack of sheets on a shelf underneath.

“Is this for wax play?” Meri whispered. No one was close by, but it seemed too naughty to talk about it out loud.

“Yes. Do you enjoy sensation play?” Ted was gazing down at her like a tiger hungry for a meal.

Meri raised her shoulders the slightest bit. “I have no idea. I’m afraid I haven’t experienced much outside the vanilla realm and probably toward the conservative side of that.” She gave a nervous chuckle.

The smile that slid across Ted’s face sent butterflies through her tummy. “Everyone in the lifestyle was a newbie at one point. How did you get attracted enough to seek out a club?”

“I love to read BDSM novels and I’m on several internet discussion groups. The authors encouraged those of us that wished we could experience it in real life to find a club.”

“That’s smart. It’s a much safer environment to explore your kink in. Is there anything in particular that you’d like to see? During the week, it’s a bit quieter than on party nights. It’s a good way to get your feet wet without being overwhelmed.”

“Exactly my thoughts. Thank you for giving me a tour. If I ask too many questions, just tell me to shut up.” If he was offering to explain this stuff to her, she was going to take him up on it. Who knew when she’d get the chance again?

“I would never tell you to shut up. I’d be much more inclined to put a ball gag in that sexy mouth of yours than ever speak to you so crassly.”

Oh holy crap, he wasn’t kidding.
“A warning first that I’m exceeding my question quota would be appreciated.”

His deep, rich laughter curled her toes, or maybe it was the ball gag threat. Whatever the cause, sign her up for more please.

“Hmm, I’ll consider it. Hop up on the table. You can get an idea of what goes through a sub’s head before the play begins.”

Why did this feel like a test?
She wasn’t wearing any panties. If anyone walked past the table, they’d be able to see her…everything.
What if Master Ted walked to the end of the table?
The thought alone had wetness pooling where her underwear should have been. What was the point in coming here if she chickened out before trying anything?

“Should we put a sheet down first or is it okay without one?”
Oh hot damn, that was one sexy smile he was sporting.
Yes, coming here was a good decision indeed.

“If you want to enjoy wax play—yes, we would need to put a sheet down. You’ll also need to strip. If you want to just put your toes in the water, so to speak, and see what the anticipation feels like—no.”

“I didn’t bring my nose plugs or a towel, so I think I’d better stay out of the deep end tonight and just dip my toes in.”

“Oh, we have plenty of plugs, but they aren’t designed for your nose.”

She was beet red. Her face and the tips of her ears were blazing hot, but she enjoyed bantering with him. He was fun. Not at all like the men she worked with or normally dated. Meri turned around and placed her rear against the table. Before she could use her arms to lift her, Ted—Master Ted—picked her up and placed her in the center on the padding.

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