Knots (14 page)

She nodded and bit her lip as a smile formed. “Should I try to touch you, Sir?”

“No.” He grabbed his tie he’d pulled off and placed her arms behind her back. In a matter of seconds, her wrists were bound together. “Your only job is to feel, to absorb every sensation, every fucking nerve impulse I pass through your body.”

“What if it’s too much, Sir?” She squirmed.

“It better be so damn much you’re ready to fall apart. I want you falling apart every time I breathe on you—it’s what you were meant to do, just like my lips were meant to be on you at all times.”

He dipped his head down, sucked in her right nipple, and right away, she was purring with these sexy moans as her neck angled back. He released it with a teasing slide of his tongue.

“Let’s talk about how I see this happening,” he started. He leaned to the side, got a squirt of lube on his left index finger and then it disappeared behind her.

The moment the tip of his slick finger hit her anus, she jerked away and yelped softly.

“You’re going to learn control—see how long you can last. I’m going to touch you however I see fit, and if you come, you’ll be introduced to anal.”

“But I . . . Pono never did that to me,” she squeaked.

“And he never deserved to be called Sir either, did he?”

Her eyes darkened and her breath hitched. “No, he didn’t, but . . . Sir, will it hurt?”

“The minute you figure out that the kind of pain I’m gonna give you is the kind you can’t live without, the better off you’ll be. Now, no more talking unless you have specific questions about what I’ll do.”

She just blinked and stared at him with an expression of awe.

“Okay then . . . I’ve explained the rules. When I want you to come, I’ll tell you. Break the rules, and your ass is mine.”

She exhaled long and slow, and her pupils enlarged as her lids went heavy.

Fuck yeah—he knew she was meant for this type of play. This sweet little thing loved challenges, and this one was going to push her more than she may have ever experienced before with a man while being intimate.

He greased up her puckered hole at the back and circled it as he pinched her clit with his other hand.

She wiggled a little in his lap but seemed to be handling it well.

He bit along her collarbone as his fingers kept working. His tongue would trace the path his teeth would leave behind, and as her skin pinked to his every touch, he grew harder and more impatient to have her.

But she needed to accept who they were first before he’d push his way inside her tight little body.

The idea sent a thrill rocketing through his gut.

Panting.

Sweating.

Thrashing beneath his tight hold.

Thighs pinning her down.

Eyes burning into hers as he fucked his way into her head and her heart.

Could she feel how desperate he was for her? It seeped out of his pores.

This was nothing new for him around her, only this time he was allowed to do something about it, albeit in a strained manner.

“Deep inside that pussy, there’s an ache for me, and I’m gonna find it . . . You’re gonna give me every breath as I fuck you with my fingers,” he said through gritted teeth, then pushed two fingers inside her cunt.

She tightened right away.

He groaned, “That’s it . . . Be greedy. You want more. This pussy doesn’t want shitty fingers. It doesn’t even want my tongue. It wants my long”—nip to the neck
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“hard”—tongue sliding up her jugular
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“cock so deep you can’t breathe at all.”

She stiffened, then her pussy spasmed with a tight convulsion around his fingers.

“Don’t come—not like this—not on my fingers.” He bit her earlobe and pushed his two fingers in as far as they could go. With small jabs, he tested her resolve. “Wanna come yet?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Liar.” He chuckled. “I’m gonna teach you how to control this feeling, threatening to burst inside you, or combust as you so aptly put it.” He licked the outer shell of her ear. “When I slip past your G-spot, you breathe by exhaling low and deep. Slow it down as much as you can, and you can even push down with your sphincter muscles.”

“I’ll try, Sir.”

“I know you will because you’re my sweet little thing I love to touch.” He smirked. “Find a calm memory or place you want to visit when I push really deep. It’ll help.”

Before she could speak again, since he didn’t want to hear anything more from her, he curled his fingers up and rocked them into her G-spot. He didn’t go easy on her either—he pushed directly into it, and she gushed right away.

“My cock wants to be in here—doing this. My sexy little thing wants to be fucked hard—to have her rights stripped away as I pin her down and take what’s mine. When I smell you this turned on, I know it’s all for me.”

She closed her eyes and her chest rippled on a stuttering inhale.

“Breathe out,” he told her as he assaulted her G-spot. And when she was about to come, he pushed the tip of his left finger into her ass.

She stopped breathing and went rigid, her shoulders flinging back.

“I warned you—gonna come now, little one?”

Her eyes were heavy, then she whimpered as her shoulders slumped.

“You’re not even halfway there,” he warned. His fingers worked in circular patterns, slicking and engorging her vulva deliciously. The scent of her was driving him mad. His erection pressed up into her ass cheeks as he pulled her tighter into his body. “This is mine. My pussy—made for me. When you come right now, you’re gonna see it belongs to me because I’m gonna own it while you thrash around on my lap. You won’t get away—there’s no hiding it from me. You want me, want my cock and the untold pleasure I can bring you.”

“Gaaaawd,” she moaned, and her arms struggled to break free.

He pushed his finger a little deeper into her ass.

He glanced at his clock on the wall. “I’ve got you for forty-three more minutes. How long can you last for me? Better fucking be forty-three.”

She sucked in a tight breath, so he backed it off until the tip of his finger was barely grazing inside her asshole. Her stuttering breaths were keeping her from speaking. Either that or she didn’t know the answer and was nervous she’d answer incorrectly.

He grinned and let it go. She didn’t have to reply to his question.

“When I’ve got you cuffed to my bed, this will be much easier. I don’t generally like being trapped under the weight of a woman, but for you, I made an exception. I knew you needed to feel a little control, so what’re you gonna do when I do this?” He picked her up by the haunches, placed her on her back on the floor, spread her legs out wide and dropped down, his tongue latching onto her clit right away.

She inched around on the ground until he hooked his thumb into her asshole and pushed his tongue up under her clit hood. He sucked the pink nub of nerves inside his mouth, and when her breath went shrill, he sucked it even harder.

Her lower back bowed, so he let go.

“Want me to fuck you?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” she said, her eyes all sad and pathetic as she nodded. She was on top of her arms—he knew it was uncomfortable, so he rolled her onto her side and untied her.

Big mistake. She reached for him, but thankfully his reflexes were quick.

He managed to pin them down and then he slid his body up hers, nailing the tip of his clothed cock into her clit.

“Is it swollen?”

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“Is it ready to make you come?”

Same reaction.

He bit her breast.

She moaned with such an edgy guttural force, he was leaking.

“You’re not ready yet.” Another look at the clock. “Forty-one minutes to go, sweet thing.” He took both her wrists into one hand, then shoved two fingers back inside her pussy.

She whimpered and closed her eyes. Her head lolled to the right.

“Grip them . . . Until you show them how tight you’re gonna be for my dick, you’re not gettin’ it.”

“Please, Sir . . . God, I need you!” Her eyes flashed open and they swam with sheer lust.

“And you’re breaking rules. No talking.”

He ran the tip of his tongue across her lower lip.

“Torture,” she mumbled.

“Oh, you wanna see real torture?” His lubed finger was finding its way back to her anus.

“N-no!”

“What did you say? Who’s in charge here? Who decides when you’re ready for more?”

“Youuuu, Sir,” she said, shivering for a second.

He fingered her entrance. “You want more, Jeanie. You’ve told me, and I know how to make this so unbelievably good, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without anal.” He licked his lips and waited for a reaction.

“Promise it won’t hurt, Sir?”

“There are different types of pain, as I’ve been trying to explain to you, and the best ones take you to the edge of bliss and then toss you over the top. The most explosive orgasms involve some level of pain, and I can bring you the culmination of pain, pleasure, and eye-opening experiences.”

“O-okay,” she whispered, and her eyes were bright and shiny—filled with trust. “I want it.”

“Okay,” he agreed and released her. “To my bed. I’ve got something else for you before I let you come.”

“More?”

“Always more with you,” he said, smiling.

He pointed.

In a twist of her hips, she went onto all fours and without being told, crawled her way back there.

Good God, he was stuck in place, unsure if he needed to just fuck her now, or spank her ass for being so sassy.

How did she have it in her at this point? She seemed broken down mere moments ago.

This was what he loved about her—that resilient, spirited woman that never gave up.

He enjoyed the view as her hips waggled and she made her way into his bedroom.

His cock enjoyed the invitation, too, and it was twitching.

Once she was far enough ahead, he moved into the bedroom and pulled out several long black scarves.

The idea of creating a makeshift collar overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t stop himself.

“On the bed,” he told her.

She slipped up there with ease and gave him a predatory look as she sucked in her bottom lip.

“Keep it up, and you’ll be tied while you learn about what I like to do with my crop,” he said.

He shook his head since he was getting way ahead of himself. They needed to compare kink lists and discuss soft and hard limits. She also needed to pick a safeword so he’d be able to keep her protected.

“If I do anything you don’t like, I want you to say scarf for this session, okay? Then I’ll know you’d like to stop.”

He gauged her reaction. She confirmed she would use that word if she needed to.

A second later, and she was grinning with mischief in her eyes.

She giggled and settled into a relaxed kneeling pose.

“Perfect—I can reach that pussy easily in this position.” He dragged the black silk scarves through his right hand like he had earlier with his tie.

Her eyes followed the length of fabric as it flowed through his grip, and her chest colored a lovely shade of pink.

“Every little girl needs a leash so they won’t get lost or be trampled on in this lifestyle,” he said. “Pull your hair up and out of the way.”

The motion of her arms lifting made her tits sway, and his breath caught.

He stepped over to her, set all but one of the black sashes down, and then draped one across the back of her neck. “This will kiss your skin—remind you of how we’re connected.” He bent down and kissed her neck at the hollow of her throat before tying a knot there. He lengthened the end of the sash out as long as it would go. It wasn’t tight, but he spread the fabric out around her throat anyway to make it as comfortable as possible.

“You may release your hair.” He cupped her tits so this time he could feel their natural motion as she did it.

He bit back a groan as they moved in his palms. Her nipples tightened when they brushed up against the inside of his hands.

“Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m interested in seeing exactly what you have planned for the remainder of your hour,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think my subbie was challenging me.” He smirked.

“Never, Sir.”

He smacked her mons, and when she moaned and curved her body into it at the end, well, fuck . . . he simply had to do it again. So he did.

The louder she got, the harder he did it.

He leaned her back, using the sash by curling his fingers around the loose knot at her throat, making sure it was slow and wouldn’t harm her.

Her legs were spread wide the instant she was on her back, and she was just so damn open to him. Fuck . . . It was all he ever dreamed about—having her like this, waiting for him.