Bound For Love

Chapter 8

Very slowly, on her knees and shins, she worked her way across the room. He knew from practice and experience that every time she moved, the knot on her clit would rub that sensitive nub back and forth. It also tugged on the length of rope in the crease of her ass, dragging it back and forth over her sensitive anus. He knew by the time she got to the chair, as ready as she'd been when she arrived, she'd be close to the edge of climax. Except he wasn't quite ready to allow her release yet.

"You know the position," he reminded her when she finally reached the chair.

Still on her knees, she pressed her body against the recliner, resting her head on the seat.

From the cabinet where he stored all his toys and equipment, he fetched a short flogger with thick, studded straps and a heavy handle. After thinking a moment, he added a blindfold and a small vibrator with a remote. He hoped Gina was up to everything tonight.

"I know how you embrace the darkness," he told her as he knelt beside her. Tucking the heavy strands of her hair out of the way, he gently stroked the shell of her ear. "Would you like me to take you into that darkness, girl?"

She nodded, her glazed eyes fixed on him.

He stilled his hand. "I don't think I heard you," he admonished.

"Yes, Sir." She swallowed. "Please."

He smiled at her. "All right then."

Dylan knew there were Doms who got off strictly on the power, the control, the ability to reduce another human being to nothing without thought or care for that person's needs or feelings. Dylan had never been like that. A very excellent Dom had educated him and made him understand the real pleasure was in the exchange of power. The real satisfaction, the man had said, is in knowing and appreciating that your sub is giving you the power that allows you to be her Master. That's a gift you should cherish.

That had always stuck with him, and was perhaps the strongest guiding factor in his satisfaction as a Dom. He looked at Gina now as she trustingly closed her eyes and allowed him to tie the blindfold in place. Could there be anything more arousing than knowing a woman would do anything for you, to you, with you and know that you would never abuse that privilege?

With the blindfold in place, he stroked Gina's cheek then lifted the vibrator, applied a drop of lube, and slowly inserted it in her cunt.

"Ohhhh." The sound was just a sigh on the breeze drifting from her mouth.

"You like that?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes, I do. I love it."

He'd seen her ride that vibrator time and time again, clenching it with her internal muscles like she clamped down on his c**k. Sometimes he had her lie down on the padded bench, legs bent, knees apart, watching her, controlling the vibrator with the remote while he stroked his hard, aching d**k.

Not tonight, though. Tonight he had something else in mind.

With the little remote he turned on the dildo and set it to a low-speed vibration. At once he saw Gina's breathing rate increase and those little sounds whispered from her throat.

"Punishment time, girl," he reminded her, smoothing his hand over the cheeks of her ass, each one in turn. "Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"All right, then."

Lifting the flogger he laid it across one rounded globe, just the one strike. The little studs on the end each left a tiny red mark. Gina jolted slightly at the contact then murmured a sound of satisfaction. He did it again with the same result, enjoying the spray of red marks on her skin. He loved this particular instrument because it could achieve maximum pain with minimum application, each sharp contact ramping up the level of s****l pleasure. And he knew, with the blindfold leaving her in full darkness, every single bite and touch and sting would be amplified.

She loved it. The first time he'd coaxed her into it, he'd done it in small stages, testing to see just how much she could tolerate. He never pushed his subs beyond their limits, never to the point where they felt they had to use their safe word. Maybe that was why he had a list of women eager and willing to come to his house for a night of painful pleasure and pleasurable pain with no guarantee when they'd see him again.

"Ten strokes on each cheek, girl. Our usual," he reminded her. "Count for me."

He applied the flogger with measured strokes as she called out each one. At the fifth one, he turned up the vibrator just one notch. Her body trembled from the effect of it, from the sensations cascading through her.

"Keep counting," he reminded her.

She pulled in a deep breath, let it out, and moaned, "Six," just as the flogger fell again.

By the time she counted to twenty, he had the vibrator at full tilt, her body was jerking, and every bit of her ass was flaming red. He tossed the instrument aside and immediately reached down to remove the vibrator.

"Nooo." She tried to squeeze her thighs together against the trembling he knew was rocketing through her. But he'd created such intricate webbing, such a complicated design that he might have had a bar separating them.

Lifting her, he placed her on the chair with her back against the leather and her bound and bent legs in the air. He watched her reaction carefully as he stroked the vibrator over her skin, up and down the inside of her thighs, across her n*****s, and back down to that glistening clit ring. When he pressed the point of the little dildo on the metal and turned it on, Gina nearly jolted out of the chair.

Little sounds whooshed from her mouth, moans that were an erotic indication of the intensity of what she was feeling. She jerked and twitched as much as the sophisticated binding permitted. When he slid one finger inside her hot, wet cunt the walls clenched around it with high-intensity spasms.

The moment he sensed her on the verge of climax, he withdrew it, bent down so she could watch him, and deliberately and slowly licked every drop of her cream from his skin.

"You always taste so good." He gave one last swipe with his tongue. "Does my sub want to come?"

"Oh, yes, Master." She twitched in her bindings as she tried to contain the tremors racing through her. "Please."

He took a step back. "Not yet. But soon."

Turning the little vibrator on again, he knelt beside her and pressed it to one n****e ring. It brought the same reaction as previously, the metal a great conductor, sending the sizzle jolting through her body. He could see it in the way her eyes widened, her body tense as she strained against the contractions rocketing through her. He knew her body demanded release and he'd give it to her. Eventually. But only when he decided it was time. That was part of his satisfaction, to always dictate the terms and conditions. To be in charge of when and how he permitted his subs to climax. Then he was ready for his own release.

But as he watched Gina's face, seeing the reaction to the sensations cascading through, he realized with an uncomfortable abruptness that tonight he was not as totally into this as he usually was. It shocked him to realize something was missing. Nothing was ever missing. He was always totally into his sessions.

Jerking the vibrator away from Gina's n****e, Dylan slid it back into her p***y and turned it on high. With his other hand, he tugged on the clit ring and manipulated the now dark-pink nub of sensitive flesh. She was so close to the edge it only took seconds before she tumbled completely over the brink into the abyss of her orgasm. He kept the vibrator in place as he manipulated her clit until the last shudder had subsided and she lay panting against the chair.

He stroked her cheek, easing her down from the high before he began the process of unwinding the rope. When he was finished he tossed the rope aside, lifted her, and carried her to the padded bench. Aftercare was always important, and he never stinted on it.

"But you didn't - I mean you haven't - " She stared at him, her eyes filled with questions.

"I know. Don't worry." He brushed her hair back and stroked the lines from her forehead. "All is good."

"But - "

"Ssh." He touched her lips with the tip of one finger. "Let me take care of you."

In the adjoining bathroom, he turned on the water to fill the tub, dumping some healing salts into it. While the tub filled, he massaged her body with essential oils, paying careful attention to the marks left by the rope and the flogger and the muscles that had cramped from their constricted position.

Checking to be sure the bath was ready, he carried her into the bathroom and lowered her body into the water, proceeding to wash every inch of her body with a soft and fluffy sponge. He could tell she wanted to ask him what was going on, but he just shook his head. When he had dried her off, he tucked her into the bed in a guest room and settled her for the night.

What the hell had happened to him? At a crucial moment, he had lost all desire for the game, for the play, for the escalation of desire. Instead, he was standing in a shower stroking himself with his hand and ejaculating into the stream of water. He hadn't done that since - well, he couldn't remember when. And when he closed his eyes, the face he saw was not the exotic-looking Gina. It was the heart-shaped face of a redhead with deep-green eyes and a bewitching smile.

I am so f****d.