Bound to be Punished: Part I (Bound to be Punished Series) (4 page)

              “I present the bath; nothing too ostentatious, but it will suffice,” he walked her past the bathroom, “the fireplace, of course, and you’d be surprised how comfortable this bed is.”

              He’d left most of the lights off, only turning one on low, so that the fire provided most of the light in the room, and he drew Anne back into his arms, asking her, “Are you still impressed?”

              She smiled, leaning into him and meeting his eyes steadily, “I am,” she nodded, “and now that you’ve coerced me into joining you in your room, whatever do you have planned?”

              A predatory gleam flashed through his eyes, and she could see his pupils dilate sharply with the surge of arousal that pumped through his veins. Still, he was slow and deliberate as he held her, slowly reaching up and trailing his hands over her arms to her shoulders and the straps of her dress. His thumbs trailed light patterns over her skin, sliding smoothly beneath the fabric.

              “I have no plans,” he answered, his voice grown low and husky with desire, “no preconceived notions of how this night should end. I never imagined I’d find you here, but how glad I am I did.” He pulled first one and then the other strap down from her shoulders, baring her skin from her throat to her collarbone and the top of her arms entirely as he leaned down and kissed her again, sweet and tender, his mouth caressing hers.

              From the first time he’d ever kissed her, Anne had never been able to think of a kiss the same way again. Charles kissed her with a fiery passion and sweet, burning tenderness unlike anything she’d ever experienced. His kisses left her breathless, literally, and hot with desire for him, igniting a keen ache between her thighs. When his mouth moved on to her jaw and throat, down to her collarbone and the tops of her breasts, she could only cling to him, her knees gone weak and her fingers tangled in his hair.

              “You know how many nights I’ve slept alone?” he asked her, kissing back up to her ear as he held her, “every night since you left, my bed is empty and cold with you. I’ve been waiting for you to change your mind, to return to me willingly.”

              He kissed her again, reaching behind her to unzip her dress as he did so. When he pulled away, he told her raggedly, “I’ll continue to wait, until you decide you’re done down here, but you will come back to me. I need you, my love, in my bed and by my side. It is a lonely world without you.”

              His words, tender and passionate, whispered to her as she made short work of the buttons on the front of his shirt, touched a deep and sensitive part of her. Anne paused, looking up at her lover with a softer expression, and she leaned up to kiss him softly, caressing his smooth jaw with her hand and reaching down to stroke his throbbing erection through his pants.

              “I did miss you,” she whispered, blushing lightly when he laughed.

              “I think we’ve established that,” he continued to chuckle even as he stripped her fully from her dress and laid her out across the bed. She’d kicked her shoes off at the door, and he ran his hands over her as she laid in matching bra and panties, thigh-high stockings still in place.

              “As usual, you’re even sexier out of your clothes than you are in them,” he assisted her with the removal of his shirt as he spoke to her, and leaning over her he kissed down her neck and over her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. Leaving her bra in place, he kissed the tops of her breasts, licking and nibbling on her flesh lightly as he teased his way lower.

              “Sensitive,” she warned him; she jerked slightly as his fingertips trailed over a ticklish spot, then sighed as he kissed her naval and began slowly tugging her panties down her hips.

              “Turn over, on your hands and knees,” he instructed her, leaving her panties halfway in place as he pulled away and stood. He’d discarded his shirt, and as she slowly complied with his direction, he began to undo his belt and unzip his pants.

              “I’m going to get something, stay just like that,” he told her, leaning over her back to kiss her ear and neck. After trailing his hand down her bare back a final time, he stepped away and went over to the dresser against the wall.

              When he returned, he’d removed his pants and socks, remaining only in his silken black boxers, and he had two length of black silk in his hands. A tremble of desire ran through her, and Anne felt her cheeks burning brightly at the position he’d left her in, posed on her hands and knees with her curvaceous, scantily clad rear pointed toward him.

              “You are succulent,” he admired her from behind when he returned, leaving the silk sashes on the bed as he ran his hands gently over her back and down to her buttocks. Rolling her panties further down, he groaned softly as he revealed her moist, pink core, peeking from between her thighs as her panties slid down to her knees.

              “Gorgeous woman,” he groaned, leaning down to inhale the sweet, musky aroma of her as he caressed her buttocks and thighs, admiring the sight of her rounded ass. “You’ve no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt of you since you left.”

              His cock was throbbing, fully erect and hard within his boxers as he stood and leaned over her, his hands caressing her and his lips trailing up her spine to the back of her neck. Unclasping her bra and releasing her breasts, he reached around her and began caressing her gently, his fingertips finding her hardened nipple and tweaking it gently as she sighed.

              “Charles,” she admonished lightly, gasping as he pressed himself intimately against the curve of her ass so she could feel the hot, pulsing length of his cock.

              “Yes?” there was a devilish tone to his voice, all sultry seduction as he turned her head to bring her lips back to his in another searing kiss. When they broke away, he whispered to her, “Tell me what you want.”

              “You know full well what I want,” she groaned, her desire for him only intensifying as he played this old game with her. He knew she was shy about speaking her desires, and he delighted even moreso as a result in forcing her to voice what she wanted him to do to her.

              “I think I may have forgotten,” he teased her, rubbing the length of his erection against her slowly, teasing her with the sweet sensation and the friction of their contact; “you’ll have to tell me again, Anne.”

              “I want you,” she sighed, biting her lip as he continued to tease her, moving slowly against her, ever so slowly.

              “You already have me,” he chuckled and kissed the back of her back again, “you’ll have to be more specific. How do you want me?”

              “I want you inside me,” she whispered, grateful that he didn’t force her to look him in the eye as she revealed her wanton desires, “I’ve missed you, Charles, don’t tease me now.”

              Releasing his hold on her hips, he reached over and picked up one of the silk sashes, folding it double before leaning over Anne again, “it’s only a blindfold,” he assured her.

              Consenting with a brief nod, she allowed him to tie the fabric over her eyes, a thrill of anticipation fueling her desire for him.

              “Oh yes,” he groaned as he sat back on his knees, looking at her, “god you make a lovely sight.” From her hard, dusky nipples to the curve of her delectable ass, he was entranced by her natural allure, her femininity and curves, the suppleness of her skin as he caressed her.

              Removing his boxers entirely, he knelt behind her and took hold of his cock, rubbing the head of it between her slick labia as he repeated to her, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

              She groaned in frustration, attempting to push back against him and impale herself on the tip of his cock. It was so close to her entrance, caressing her intimately, tantalizingly near, and she gave in, “If you don’t slide your cock inside me soon, I swear I’m going to tie you up.”

              His laughter resonated through his chest, and he teased her slightly, aligning the head of his cock with her slick, tight entrance and slowly sliding inside a fraction of an inch before pulling away again. He repeated the motion several times, until she was panting with desire for him, her breasts heaving and her thighs trembling as she remained on all fours before him.

              “Your wish is my command,” he leaned over her and reached down, taking hold of her wrists and pulling them behind her, forcing her into a downward facing position toward the bed. Leaning back, he watched as he aligned the head of his cock with her pink entrance again, then began to slowly slide into her.

“Oh yes,” he held her wrists pinned behind her back as he watched the whole length of his swollen cock slide inside her. She was tight and hot, far tighter than he remembered, and he felt his cock throb harder as he confirmed, “you didn’t fuck anyone else, good girl.” What a difference four months without sex could make, he groaned and leaned over her back to kiss and nip gently at her neck, eliciting a light moan from her.

              The fact that she hadn’t jumped into bed with another man aroused him intensely, reaffirming her latent commitment to him even if she had chosen to leave, and his cock throbbed intensely as he began to thrust more earnestly inside her.

              “Mm, oh yes love, slide all the way in,” she sighed in satisfaction as he thrust fully inside her again, filling her entirely and stretching the tight opening of her pussy. Transferring both her wrists to one hand, he caressed her buttocks with the others, smacking her cheeks lightly and watching as his thick length slid into her again and again.

              Robbed of her vision, her other sense were heightened, and she couldn’t contain her gasps and moans, however wanton she may have sounded, each time he thrust fully inside her. The pain of his occasional smacks mixed with the intense pleasure of his cock, filling and stretching her, pushing her steadily toward her peak. When he felt her begin to tremble and throb around him, his movement suddenly stopped.

              Holding himself still, buried deep and hard inside her, he held her firmly by the wrists and pressed himself as deeply as he could go, growling softly to her, “don’t even think about cumming yet, I’ve nowhere near finished with you.”

              In frustrated desperation to restore some of the delicious friction between them, she tried moving, tried to slide herself along his length. But he pressed her down, nipping sharply at her neck and holding himself still, refusing to let her move. “Just feel me,” he growled softly, nuzzling the back of her neck and inhaling the scent of her hair, “feel how I fill you, how I stretch you. You love having me inside you.”

              “Oh I do,” she groaned softly, and with a satisfied smirk Charles reached for the other sash. Continuing to hold his throbbing penis deep inside of her, he bound her wrists gently, but firmly, behind her back and then took hold of her hips firmly in both hands.

             
“You like how that feels?” he asked her, slowly withdrawing his cock until only the tip remained inside her, then sliding back in again at an excruciatingly slow pace.

              “Yes,” she sighed, and gasped with pleasure as he repeated the motion. Several more long, deep strokes like that and she could feel the tight coil of arousal between her legs that heralded an oncoming orgasm. He could feel it too, in the intermittent throbbing of her pussy.

              “Don’t you cum,” he chastised her, continuing to stroke slowly, “not yet.”

              After another minute, he slid entirely out of her, and she groaned at the loss of contact. “Sit up,” he instructed her, and when she was sitting on the edge of the bed, he came around to stand before her, relishing the sight of her, blindfolded and arms bound behind her.

              “Why did you stop?” she protested, voice lightly petulant. His teasing was a sweet torment, it always had been.