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Authors: Fiona Davenport

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Once she was naked, I retrieved my bag from the floor and set it on the bed. There were several coils of soft, cotton rope and I removed them, leaving the rest of the contents for later. Her attention focused on the cord in my hands and she bit her bottom lip, betraying her nerves.

“Madeleine,” I waited for her to lock our gazes, “eyes on me. I need to see your face. Do you understand?”

She nodded and I swiftly gripped her chin, squeezing just enough to assert my control. “When I ask you a question, you will answer with words.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. I promise to explain everything as we go.” For the first time that night, I brushed my lips across hers. “I will take care of you. I’ll
always
take care of you.”

I’d spent a lot of years working my way through the beautiful women of Manhattan and experimenting with different methods of sex and pleasure. I’d eventually discovered Kinbaku, a specialty rope bondage also referred to as Shibari. The intricacies of the knots and level of control held by the rigger fascinated me and I’d taken classes to become a rope master.

I started with breast bondage, tying a rope around Madeleine’s mouthwatering tits in an intricate and decorative pattern, leaving the globes bare. I spoke as I worked, detailing what I was doing and checking her comfort level while running my fingers underneath the wrap of rope to even the tension and adjust. I wasn’t surprised to see growing interest in her expression as I worked, the chemistry between us burning hotter than ever before.

Next, I fashioned a crotch rope. Careful to avoid pressure on her stomach, I wrapped the rope around her hips, tied it in front, and then fed it between her legs, making sure it rested snugly between the lips of her pussy. My fingers came away wet and I knew I’d been correct in my belief that Madeleine would be aroused by my fetish. Securing her elbows and wrists behind her, I looped the rope from between her thighs and fed it into a slipknot at her wrists. Inspecting the tensions, I tugged on it, knowing the threads would rub her clit, and was rewarded with a gasp.

Checking to make sure she was immobile, I increased the pressure until she was panting heavily, then stopped. She released a small whimper in protest, but didn’t speak. I stood behind her and slid my hands around her waist and up her chest, until each palm was overflowing with one of her tits. I clutched each mound tightly, soaking in her little mewls of pleasure.

Her nipples were already hard and they scraped along my skin as I dragged my hands away. Then I started toying with each pink peak. I worked them into diamond-hard points, twisting and plucking, and groaned when Madeleine’s quivering body pressed back into mine, her ass cradling my thick arousal.

Satisfied her tits were sufficiently primed, I reached into the duffel and grabbed a silver chain with a clover shaped clasp at each end. I walked around to her front and kissed both sweet little buds before placing a clamp over each one. She hissed at the initial pain and I hesitated, waiting to see her reaction before continuing. Curiosity seemed to get the better of her because she stayed silent.

I stood back a moment and admired her gorgeous body, a masterpiece of skin and intricate knots, all intended for pleasure. Licking my lips, I contemplated where to start. I dipped a finger underneath the chain of the nipple clamps and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. A tug tightened the tension on the clamps and she cried out, her parted lips giving me the opportunity to plunge my tongue inside. I lost myself in her kisses for a few moments before pulling back.

“Kneel on the bed,” I instructed. I helped her climb up and quickly rid myself of my clothing before taking position behind her.

One of my hands slid into her unbound hair and I tugged on it as the other used the rope to stimulate her clit. Her loud moan mixed with the beauty of her submissive positioning and my ropes binding her had my cock standing straight up, hard and pulsing. With every cry, I had to work not to come, to hold back for when I was ready to sink into her soaking wet pussy.

I worked her with the rope, my hands on her skin, the nipple clamps, and firm tugs on her hair. Her moans became screams and I knew she was getting close, so I softened my movements, until her writhing became a quiver.

“Don’t stop!” she yelled.

I’d been holding off for the right moment. I spanked one tight ass cheek, causing a ripple through her skin and stimulating the whole area. “Did I tell you to speak?” I asked gruffly. She shook her head frantically. Another slap, this one leaving a red handprint on her lily white cheek. The sight had pre-come dripping steadily from my dick.

“Apologize,” I demanded with another harsh slap on the opposite cheek.

“Fuck! I’m sorry!”

I soothed the stinging skin with gentle rubs, but not for long. I began to work her again, bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over, but never letting her peak. Tears of frustration started to leak from her eyes, yet she still screamed with passion.

Dipping my head into the crook of her neck, I bit her earlobe on the way down, and whispered, “You shouldn’t have fucking run from me, baby.”

I licked and sucked her neck, coiling the end of the rope and putting constant pressure on her clit. Her heart was beating so hard, I could feel it where my lips pressed to her skin. “Say you’re sorry, baby.” She whimpered an apology and I tightened the rope a little more. “Are you going to run from me again?” I growled, adding three hard spanks to her ass. Her head whipped from side to side without a sound.

Smack!

“Words!”

Smack!

“Are you going to run?”

Smack!

“No!”

I pulled the rope tight and tugged hard on the clamps.

“Who do you belong to, Madeleine?”

“You! I belong to you!”

I still wasn’t satisfied. “Who?”

“Oh my—you, Caleb! I fucking belong to you!”

Hearing her say my name brought a rush of desire that would have brought me to my knees, had I not already been kneeling. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I repeated the pull and tug while I sunk my teeth into the delicate skin of her neck. She splintered apart, screaming my name.

Chapter 10
Madeleine

“C
aleb!” I screamed, my voice raspy from overuse. Spasms racked my body as I was thrown over the cliff he’d been holding me from all night long. My vision grayed and I was lost in a sea of pleasure so intense, I didn’t know if I’d ever recover. Without Caleb holding onto the ropes binding me, I would have melted into a puddle on the mattress.

“Breathe, baby.” Caleb’s reminder in my ear had me gasping for breath. He’d taken me so far beyond anything I’d experienced, I’d actually forgotten to breathe.

When I started to relax again, Caleb lowered me onto the mattress. He tugged lightly on the chain running between my nipples and a deep moan crept up my throat. “This is going to sting a bit,” he warned as he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around one nipple. With his other hand, he gripped the top of the clamp and slowly squeezed until it loosened and he could lift it off. The sudden freedom was intense as my throbbing flesh expanded.

“Argh,” I moaned, the bite of pain unexpected even with his warning.

“I know it hurts, baby, but I need to get them off. As pretty as your nipples look clamped, they can’t stay on any longer.”

I gritted my teeth as he worked his magic on the other side, breathing in sharply as the blood rushed into my nipple. Then his hands slowly unwound the ropes from my body, soothing my skin along the way. His mouth trailed after his hands, nibbling a path along my skin. Oddly enough, I missed the constriction of the rope as soon as it was loosened. Once every inch of my skin was bared to him again, he stepped back and watched me with a considering gaze.

“My Madeleine likes my rope, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice quivering as I realized how much of an understatement it was. I didn’t just like what Caleb had done to my body, I loved it.

“I’m going to have you bound and begging for me in a moment,” he promised as he bent over and grabbed a coil of red rope out of his duffel bag. “I’m changing to silk, because you won’t be able to stop yourself from pulling against the ropes. This one won’t slide against your skin quite as much.”

He adjusted my body so I was lying in the middle of the bed. Once he had me settled to his satisfaction, he made quick work of tying my wrists to either side of the headboard, then ran his hands down the inside of my arms, over my chest, to my hips.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

I was completely under his spell and didn’t think twice. My legs fell open and his hand trailed down my inner thigh and calf until it was wrapped around my ankle. He dropped a kiss to my instep before winding the silken bond around my ankle and tying it to the footboard, then he moved to the other leg and did the same, leaving me vulnerable and exposed—entirely dependent on him.

“You were beautiful before, but you’re fucking magnificent like this, Madeleine. The trust you’re showing me right now means more than you’ll ever know, baby. I’m going to reward you for that trust.”

And he did reward me. With his lips and his hands. His teeth and his fingers. He didn’t leave an inch of my skin untouched. He nipped and sucked, leaving love marks all over my body. Then he kissed and licked, soothing each and every reddened spot. It was slow. Thorough. And incredibly arousing. Each time I strained against the ropes, I was reminded of who was in control here. Caleb. Not me. Him.

For years, I’d held myself away from others, but there was no way to hold myself back from Caleb. He didn’t leave me anywhere to hide. I was his to do with as he pleased, and he laid me bare—physically and emotionally.

When he finally lined his cock up to my entrance and slid inside, I was mindless with pleasure. My back arched from the bed as I jerked against the ropes with all my might, determined to bring him as deep as he could get.

“Caleb,” I gasped.

“Open your eyes and look at me, baby. Watch me as I take you.”

My eyes jolted open at his command. I did as he asked, watching the play of his muscles as he hammered into me. His eyes were on me as he fucked me hard and rough, his hands clenched in the sheets on either side of me while his body covered mine. My body jerked with each of his thrusts, held immobile by the ropes as I took what he gave me and reveled in it. I felt my orgasm building inside me, enormous and powerful in its strength.

“Come for me,” Caleb rasped, his fingers grazing my clit and sending me over the edge. I cried out as my pussy clenched around his dick. My eyes locked with his as he continued to pound inside me and I watched in fascination when his head snapped back and he growled low in his throat. Once. Twice. Three more thrusts and he planted himself deep, holding still while he came for me.

Came inside me, unprotected—something I’d avoided thinking about since he told me he made sure I missed my doctor’s appointment. The anger I’d felt at that moment was what had prompted me to tell him I wanted to use the out he’d given me in the contract. But now that I had, now that I was here, like this, with him, I couldn’t find it within myself to stay angry. What he’d done was totally crazy, insane even. And yet, the thought of being pregnant with his baby filled my heart with hope.

When Caleb slid his cock from my body, he moved lower and placed a kiss over my navel, like he knew the turn my thoughts had taken. His lips tilted in a confident smile before he rolled off the bed and strode into the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned between my legs. Once done, he went back to the bathroom. When he returned this time, he untied me, silence looming between us. Not a word was said as he tossed pillows onto the bed. There was no sound as he repositioned my body, covered me with a sheet, slid in, and pulled me into his arms. I listened as his breath evened out, my heart racing frantically.

“I love you.” The admission flew from my lips. I hadn’t intended to say the words, but now that I had, I didn’t regret them. Not even a little bit.

“Finally,” he sighed. “I was beginning to think you’d never realize it, let alone tell me. Thought I might have to leave you tied to my bed forever so you couldn’t get away from me.”

“Never? We’ve only been together a month, if I'm generous with the timeline. A few days, if we count by most people’s standards. Besides, I already realized I loved you on the plane from Paris.”

“Seven months,” he murmured against the skin of my neck. “By my count, we’ve been together for seven months.”

Startled, I turned in his arms to peer up at his face. “We haven’t even known each other that long.”

“I knew you were meant to be mine from the moment I saw you across the crowded ballroom at the children’s hospital fundraiser.”

I thought back to what I remembered from that night. Caleb had been impossible to miss. Whenever he was at an event, he was the center of attention. We hadn’t been introduced, but I knew who he was—who didn’t? And I’d noticed more about him than I’d been willing to admit to myself at the time. “Weren’t you there with some blonde model or actress?”

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy?” His smug grin and clear satisfaction were enough to make me want to smack his arm. “Although I like seeing this side of you, that night didn’t end well for the lady in question. She was sent home, alone, while I kept my eye on you all night to make sure you left the same way.”

I laughed softly at the idea of this incredible man shadowing me around a ballroom, me none the wiser. “So, what you’re telling me is you’ve stalked me, swooped in to save my business, kidnapped me to Paris, taken complete control of my body, and done your best to get me pregnant with your child?”

“I know you were pissed yesterday when I told you, but it worked, didn’t it?” He dropped a kiss onto the tip of my nose. “Now I’m a happy man because I’ve got you right where I want you.”

Even after all that had passed, I felt uncertain about what the future would hold for Caleb and me, how I would fit into his life. I desperately needed to hear those three little words back from him.

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