Authors: Natalie Dae
Does it matter? Isn’t Dan’s pleasure in controlling me
also my pleasure?
She breathed deep in an attempt to steady her jumping
nerves. When would he approach her? Speak? She sighed, clamping her lips
together to stop herself from telling him to hurry up. He’d get a kick out of
her impatience—she knew that from her own satisfaction when he’d begged her
last night.
His footsteps changed, the sound of them nearing the side of
the bed, and she lifted her eyes slightly to see him standing to her left. He
held a red-patterned silk scarf—
so that’s what he bought in the clothes
shop!
—and caressed it with his fingers.
“Kat, stop cheating. Close your eyes.”
She obeyed, refusing to allow the smile tugging at her lips
to spread.
The scarf whispered across her face and Dan positioned it
over her eyes, holding up her head to tuck it beneath. He tied it at her
temple, his thoughtfulness at her being uncomfortable if he secured it at the
back touching her deeply. The darkness of the fabric against her eyelids shut
out the light and she found herself shivering with pleasure at being unable to
see. Her hearing was heightened now her sight had been removed, and the rustle
of another package—the one he’d gotten at the hardware store?— had her tensing,
nerves zinging with exhilaration.
Something coarse slid over her belly, definitely a rope, and
she released a low moan. Dan placed one of her hands above her head, securing
her to the headboard by the wrist, the rope loose enough that she could pull
herself free if she chose. He repeated his action with her other wrist and she
automatically widened her legs. Despite the knowledge of what he would do next,
when he tied her ankles to the footboard a stab of desire flickered in her cunt
and her juices seeped. She gasped, so exposed, so vulnerable, yet feeling so
sexy.
Kat tested the bonds, liking the way the hemp rasped against
her skin, loving being bound. It surprised her and she thought about how this
new experience changed everything. So many new avenues to explore lay ahead and
she opened her mouth to ask Dan how he felt but closed it again. He’d told her
not to speak.
Softness skated over her breasts, feathers she was sure, and
trailed down her belly to tickle the sensitive areas on her inner thighs. She
squirmed, lifting her hips to gain more pressure, but Dan took the pleasure
away. Grinding her teeth, she resisted the urge to cry out, to let him know he
frustrated yet pleased her at the same time. The touch came again, visiting
every part of exposed skin, springing goose bumps and bringing shivers of
desire. Her folds ached, clit throbbing with the need to be touched, and she
went to fondle herself, forgetting her hands were tied. She clenched her cunt
rhythmically to imitate his cock inside her, yearning for him to fill her
eclipsing every other thought.
Dan drew the feather down her legs and away, leaving her
wanting more contact, more of his ministrations. He paced again and she
whimpered.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked.
Kat nodded, his words so deliciously naughty and unlike what
she knew of him they sent a thrill through her body. God, she wanted to touch
herself, have him touch her, rove his hands all over her body, fingers probing
her cunt, stroking her clit. Tongue licking, tasting, bringing her to orgasm.
Fuck me. Fuck me now.
“There’s something I have to do first. Something you like.”
Do it. Whatever it is, do it.
“Something that you’ve longed for but never got. Something
that will bring pain but ultimately pleasure. Are you ready?”
Fuck, yes.
His open palm slapping her outer thigh tugged a gasp from
her and she bucked in shocked surprise. He struck her again, same place, same
strength, and the burn on her skin throbbed along with her pulsating clit. Her
nipples hardened. She needed his tongue swirling over them, his teeth nipping,
pulling, his hand smacking her skin at the same time, but she couldn’t utter a
word. Her mind spun and her breathing quickened. Dan slapped her—one, two,
three—and she cried out, the combined sensations of her stinging thigh, taut
nipples and throbbing cunt too much to bear.
Suck my nipples. Please, suck and slap and touch and
tease and fuck…
The bed dipped and Dan settled between her legs, his body
heat warming her inner thighs. His breathing filled her ears and the scent of
him swam all around her. She tugged at the wrist restraints, the need to touch
him fierce, and contemplated slipping her hands from the loops and drawing him
down to cover her body.
One finger entered her and she gasped. He withdrew and
circled her clit, fingertip gliding over the throbbing nub, her folds wet and
ready for his cock. She tilted her hips, pushing her mound closer, needing him
to rub harder, faster. A finger and thumb tweaked at one nipple, the contact
taking her by surprise. She arched her back and bit her lip, the combined
touches bringing on the burn of an orgasm. Dan pulled her nipple in a
succession of tugs that made her ache for him to do the same to the other—or
free her hand so she could do it herself. The temptation prodded, insistent,
and she drew in a sharp breath to push it away. It remained, a whispering voice
that wouldn’t stop, and she released a snarl at the same time as one wrist,
fondling her other nipple with the same strokes as Dan.
He hissed between his teeth and upped the pace on her clit.
She imagined him watching her, aroused by her lack of restraint, by the
knowledge that what he was doing proved too much for her to remain bound. The
heat of his gaze roamed over her—she could feel it on her blindfolded eyes, her
sweat-slicked skin, her seeping cunt—and her clit burned. Bliss surged,
radiating throughout her folds, a great wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm
her. She concentrated to hold off but it had gone too far and she pinched her
nipple harder, bucking her abdomen. Dan quickened his pace on her clit and she
came, shuddering, crying out at the intensity. He replaced his fingers on her
nipple with his mouth, sucking hard, pulling up, tongue strumming the rigidity.
Spikes of pleasure-pain jabbed her breasts and she mimicked his tugs on her
other nipple, the surge of desire sweeping down to join that in her cunt.
The fierce urge to have him inside her grew wings, flying
through her, nudging her to open her mouth and beg for his cock. She clamped
her mouth shut, unwilling to show him just how much he affected her, just how
much she couldn’t stick to the rules. Her pleasure tapered off, but her clit
still throbbed with the promise of more to come. Another orgasm brewed and she
needed his cock in her cunt now, his width stretching her walls, tip butting
her cervix, his thick thatch of hair grinding against her clit. Her thoughts
brought on a fresh gush of juices and the irresistible need to act out her
desires. She slid her bound wrist from the rope and snatched off the blindfold,
staring at him defiantly, a tiny seed of failure sprouting in her mind. The
need for a good fucking eclipsed it and she reached up with one hand, cupping
his neck to draw his mouth to hers. He didn’t resist, lowering with a hunger
that seemed to match hers. She kissed him, long and deep and wet, twirling her
tongue around his. A groan sounded in his throat and he pulled away, kneeling
to roll on a condom, his reluctance for his mouth to leave hers evidenced by
his expression of longing.
Kat freed her ankles and watched his strong fingers working
the rubber down his shaft, her breath puffing out in stuttered gasps.
Impatient, she cupped her breasts and pushed them together, thumbs flicking
over her aching nipples. Dan looked up, his cheeks flushed, his lips plump from
their kiss, and Kat could wait no longer. With Dan still kneeling, she clasped
his shoulders, pushing down on them so his ass settled between his feet.
Kneeling herself, she straddled him and sank down on his cock, her hands in his
hair. She moaned at him filling her and started a fast pace, frantic to reach
another powerful orgasm. His mouth sought out one nipple and sucked it deep,
tongue swirling around it. Kat drew his head away, riding him hard, joining her
lips to his for a soul-searing kiss. She guided his hands to her breasts,
trusting him to pinch and pull and fondle, then ran her hands up and down his
back, feeling the muscles working beneath his skin.
Kat trailed her lips from his and licked his neck, his
earlobe, his jawline. She quickened her pace, rising fast and slamming down
hard, and Dan released her breasts, sliding his hands down to cup her ass. She
pressed her chest to his, her thrusts creating friction on her nipples, and
grazed her teeth down his neck to his collarbone. Dan slapped both her ass
cheeks and her head shot up. She stared at him, willing him to repeat the
action, to slap harder until it stung so much she begged for him to stop. He
smacked several times, the burn growing hotter with each contact, the thrill of
it unleashing a rush of pleasure in her cunt.
“Oh god! Fuck, I’m coming…” Dan’s eyes rolled and he slapped
her again.
His cock pulsing broke down her weak defenses and she let
the riptide of ecstasy roll over her. She strove for the ultimate orgasm,
rewarded by a forceful, raging power. Head falling back, she fucked him faster,
gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh. Dan grunted, a sharp “Ah!”
leaving him before his palm met her ass again. Kat screamed out her pleasure,
her head lightening, and she closed her eyes to steady her equilibrium.
Dan shuddered, rising hips shoving his cock farther inside
her. “Fuck, Kat. Fuck!”
Kat slowed to a stop with Dan’s hands smoothing the slap
sites. She lowered her head. Out of breath, she whispered, “God
damn
, I
love you!”
Chapter Five
The rest of the night passed with sweet lovemaking, Kat’s
need for fast and frantic mellowing into slow and sensual. The emotions between
them were like a tangible thing, wrapping around them, cocooning, wonderful,
safe. Several times Kat stopped herself from crying. The strength of her
feelings was awe-inspiring, taking her to a place of security she’d never been
before. She mused on how right for her Dan was, this man she’d wanted for so
long, finally here in her arms. So recently she’d felt alone, yet now the path
seemed clear of obstacles, their future bright and happy so long as they
remained together.
She lay in the crook of his arm and listened to his steady
breathing. Dan had fallen asleep in the middle of telling her she was his
beautiful woman now, that no one could take her away from him. Wide awake, she
eased out of bed, reluctant to leave his side but at the same time too alert to
remain beside him. Padding down the stairs, she went into the kitchen and made
an instant coffee, moving into the living room to stand at the window and stare
toward her hotel.
It stood lit by floodlights, the Tudor façade easily
seen—black wooden strips against white paint—and she sighed, her thoughts going
back to her first morning in this town. Had it really only been such a short
time ago? It felt as if they had been here for days. She’d wished then she
could stand on this mountainside and look at her hotel, and here she was, as
though her dreams had just been waiting to be fulfilled.
Her gaze took in the town and then settled on the yellow
rosebush in the small garden. She walked to the door and, despite the chill,
left the cabin door ajar and stepped outside. The rosebush brought a lump to
her throat, but she strode across the grass and hunkered down to inhale the
sweet aroma. Snapping a stem, she took the bloom inside and locked the door.
She looked around the darkened living room. A computer desk stood in the corner
and she settled herself on the chair in front, resting the rose on the desk.
Logging on to the Internet, she scoured addresses for a place she wanted to
take Dan, one where his control would be tested. She’d heard of establishments
where you could hire a room and act out your fantasies, but the reality of
actually going to one had never presented itself until now. Until she’d
discovered Dan’s needs mirrored hers.
Will he be up for it? Or will he find it too…out there?
Kat bit her lip. It was one thing to explore their desires
in a hotel or holiday cabin, but in a dungeon? Could
she
even go through
with it? She didn’t know, but it would be damn exciting to try. Glancing at the
monitor clock, she decided to book a room, and if Dan wasn’t excited by the
prospect she could always cancel. She rose and found her bag beside the sofa,
rifling inside for her credit card. She selected a place in the next town over
and made the necessary arrangements. Email account checked for confirmation,
she sat and stared at the screen, questioning her decision. Her penchant for
kink had always been there but had remained behind a locked door, Kat unable to
relax with any previous boyfriends enough to express her needs. Dan had found
the key, and the door swung wide, opening up on to so many possibilities her
head spun. She closed down the computer, left the desk and stood still,
wondering whether she ought to go back to bed and at least try to get some
sleep.
A shock of light from the kitchen doorway spilled across the
floor, highlighting several rose petals from yesterday. She sat on the sofa and
picked one up, lifting it to brush across her mouth. The softness reminded her
of Dan’s lips and she suddenly felt too alone without him, a hollow feeling at
them being separated spreading in her gut. Quickly, she returned to bed,
snuggling beside him, arm draped across his middle, one leg covering both of
his. How easily they had slipped into this relationship. And how easily he had
slipped beneath her skin and found that special place in her heart.
She closed her eyes, sleep tugging at her without warning,
and she gave in, letting the sandman take her away.