Bondage Anniversary (8 page)

His voice had taken on that smooth as honey tone. It washed over her, teasing her senses as he described what he wanted to do to her. Heaven help her, she wanted it too. She hadn’t considered any of those ideas. “How do you put them on?”

He pulled a small suction bulb from his pocket. “You slide the band onto the tip. The tip size can be changed depending on how much of the nipple you want banded.”

She understood the dynamics. “Okay, we can try it.”

“Wonderful, Angel. Pull your robe down off your shoulders.”

“Now? You want to try it now?” Her eyes were saucers. “I thought we were discussing in the future.”

“When I said I wanted to begin using them, I meant now.” He opened her robe. “You are dripping wet and ready for me to take you. Your nipples, however, are only half hard. They need to be trained to stand at attention and demand their pleasure.”

“Okay.” She took several breaths. “We can try them.” He said they were uncomfortable at first. Was that code for painful? Why was she doing this? Oh yeah, because she’d never been so hot in her life. Her breathing was shallow again.

She watched as he stretched a band over the smaller tipped suction bulb. He cleared a spot on the table. “Climb up.”

Once she was spread out before him, he began kissing and fondling her until she was arching her back and trying to rub her clit against him. When she was close to coming, he squeezed the suction bulb and slid it over her nipple. Slowly, he released his grip, increasing the vacuum. “Does it hurt, Angel?”

“No. It pulls, though.”

“Can you take more?”

More? He wasn’t done? She looked at the bulb in his hand—it was only released about halfway.
Oh God.
“Okay.”

“Tell me if it’s too much.” As gently as possible, he applied the full suction to her nipple. He held it in place while he licked and suckled her right breast. When she had relaxed and given in to the sensations, he slid the band down over her nipple and removed the bulb.

Looking down at her nipple, deep red and fully engorged, held in place by the band, she almost came on the spot. It looked so naughty.

She watched Nick swirl his tongue over the peak. “I’m going to come, Nick, please.”

After one hard pull that had her coming off the table in pleasure, he released her and started with her right breast.

She took several quick breaths to push the orgasm away.

He repeated the process with equal satisfaction. “Just imagine how sensitive your breasts will be when we can move up to the larger tip.”

Obviously, his imagination was already there. His cock was tenting his robe.

After lifting her off the table, he pulled the robe back around her. The gentle rubbing of the fabric quickly drove her crazy.

“Nick, I’m dying. I have to come. Please. I’m ready to beg.”

“What kind of Dom would I be if I relented every time you wanted me to? You would think all you had to do was beg and I would give in. Sorry, Angel, not happening. Your body will grow accustomed to being aroused. It will crave it. Just like we’re training your nipples to demand attention, to enjoy constant stimulation, your body will learn to ride the crest, to accept wave after wave of sensation until I permit you to come.”

“Yes, Sir.” Words like training, accept and permit sent zingers straight to her pussy. It was a little frightening that words alone could have such an effect.

“Please hand me my glass, Angel.”

Stretching caused her robe to rub against her swollen nipples. She gasped and began panting. Nick was watching her closely. She wanted to bask in the pride so obviously stamped on his handsome face, but her eyes were glazing over. She could only focus on the pleasure.

His voice fell into the background. “Section six is the last one. We’re both interested in a playroom. Later we can discuss how to go about that. The only one we don’t agree on is whether to try this on a twenty-four seven basis. I think we should consider it and you chose not interested. Are you willing to re-examine it after we’ve tried this a bit?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a whisper when she surfaced enough to notice the silence.

“Good girl. Remove your robe. Let me see how your nipples are responding to training.”

Her whole body arched at the mention of training. How did a simple word send her clit into overdrive?

She barely noticed Nick toss his robe to the floor. Only the skin-to-skin connection broke through the haze. Cradling her in his arms, he carried her to bed. Her aching, bound nipples rubbing against his chest made her moan.

Laying her on the bed, he ordered her to spread her legs.

Laura obeyed instantly. She needed him inside her desperately. He lay between her legs and began kissing and licking the wetness along her thighs. She thrashed, trying to get his face against her clit. “Please, Nick, fuck me now. I’m going insane.”

“You’re so beautiful, Laura. I want to keep you like this always. Dripping wet and begging me to fuck you.”

He moved up her body, licking and teasing her tits before he slid his cock home. She was so ready for him. If she could just make him touch her clit! She squirmed shamelessly.

“Please, Nick, please.” She shook her head from side to side as she tried to rock him deeper inside her.

“Yes, Angel, come for me.” He rolled the bands over her engorged, hyper-sensitive tips as he plunged against her clit. Her scream mingled with his. Together, as it was meant to be, their world exploded. Wanton and loving it, she flew higher than ever before. Each torturous moment she’d waited was suddenly a small price to pay for the exquisite sensations surging through her body. With Nick’s arms holding her tight she found her heaven on earth.

* * * *

Sunlight streaming through the French doors woke Nick. He’d only slept a few hours, but he was more refreshed than he could ever remember. Last night—or was it this morning?—had been fucking amazing. If it wouldn’t bring unwanted questions, he’d send André a case of the finest vintage champagne. The knowledge he’d acquired since taking on DiscipliNation had served him well. Laura had responded better than he’d anticipated. He knew mentally she would continue to struggle. Orgasms like the one she’d had last night would go a long way toward easing her transition though. He’d sell his left nut for a repeat performance.

It had been very educational. He’d realized instant gratification wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sometimes you had to work for something to make it meaningful. He’d also learnt that if he kept endorphins rushing Laura’s system, she was more open to discussion, less embarrassed. He needed to give her so much pleasure she only wanted to go forward. To maximize her pleasure she had to talk to him and he had to reciprocate.

He spent a couple of leisurely hours holding his wife while she slept. A few worries intruded. When she woke, would she be the hotter than hell submissive that had rocked his entire world or would she be embarrassed she’d embraced her sexuality so deeply? He couldn’t keep his hands still. Her skin was incredibly soft. It almost glowed.

His body required a lot less sleep than Laura’s. He knew from experience, if he stayed in bed, he would have to touch her. When he indulged, she usually pushed his hands away. One morning, he’d called her on it. After much urging, she’d explained that making love made her feel vulnerable. If she was in work mode, she couldn’t switch gears like that. It was one of the reasons he went to work so early each morning. He didn’t want to fight with her and he didn’t take rejection well.

From now on, he was done playing it safe and easy. He would tell her exactly what he wanted. He was willing to compromise. He could die a very happy man even if they didn’t get to half the things on his list, but this time around Laura would know his wants and desires. Together they would find their way.

Running his hand lightly down the side of her ribs, he was pleased to see her nipples awaken ready to rock. Keeping his touch light, he caressed her thighs and was rewarded with a soft moan. With slight pressure, she spread her legs. He smiled, hearing her mumble in her sleep. Using one finger then two, he entered her pussy. Unable to resist, he took her nipple between his teeth and nibbled.

Her eyes flew open. Instead of batting him away, she put her arms around his neck and arched into him. Yes, he could die a very happy man.

Laura’s eyes were dark with desire. “I dreamed of you making love to me.”

“Allow me to make all your dreams come true.” With a reverence he hadn’t felt in a long time, he made passionate, vanilla love to his wife. They’d spent the majority of their lives together and he never wanted their time to end.

* * * *

“I want you to wear something loose and flowing. Did you bring anything like that?”

The set of his jaw gave him a stubborn look. Did he expect her to argue?

“Yes, I think so.” She took longer with her makeup and hair than was strictly necessary. Her mind kept moving in fast forward. Did he intend to pick out her clothes from now on? She didn’t like that idea. Her clothing was one more weapon she used to keep a distance between her and everyone else. Should she tell him? Ask him? Finally, she decided to go with it until she had a specific objection. It wasn’t like he’d bought her something she didn’t like and told her to wear it or else.

Returning to the bedroom, she noticed there was a set of ropes lying on the bed. Her stomach released a fresh flock of butterflies. The ropes were laid out in the form of a T. What the hell did he plan to do with that?

“This looks interesting.” She was proud of herself. She sounded casual, intrigued, not freaking out, which in honesty was closer to the truth.

“Yes, I think it will be.” He watched her as she pulled a bra and underwear from her suitcase. “You won’t need panties. This will keep you covered instead.” He waved his hand toward the crotch rope. “Do you know what this is?”

“Rope underwear?” She wanted to laugh. It was absurd. Wasn’t it? Her butterflies were frenzied now.

“It’s called a crotch rope. There are as many different types as there are purposes. This one has a wider crotch band than most. It will fit snugly over your clitoris. Even the slightest movement will rub and cause arousal.”

She couldn’t look away. How could he say those things so calmly? They weren’t discussing how best to make a cup of coffee. Didn’t he realize that?

“The horizontal piece fits around your waist. The vertical piece fits across your pussy.”

Her nipples were jutting forward and she fought to slow her breathing. She had to focus on what he was telling her and stop imagining the feel of those ropes sliding across her skin.

“The intensity can be controlled, to some degree, by how tightly the ropes are drawn against your clitoris. Most women find it highly arousing, but not enough to come.”

His purpose was to keep her on edge without allowing her the big O? Why in the hell had she agreed to orgasm deprivation? “So the objective is to drive the sub crazy for the Dom’s amusement?” Just the idea of wearing it was making her wet. She just couldn’t wrap her mind around why.

“Be careful, Angel. I like your smart mouth, but I will not tolerate disrespect.”

At his Dom tone, she instinctively cast her eyes downward in submission.

“There is nothing funny about your arousal. I take it damned seriously. Keeping you in a heightened state of arousal for longer and longer periods of time will train your body to accept pleasure more easily. There are physiological reasons for it and I will be happy to explain it to you, if you’d like.”

Once she shook her head, he continued, “I intend to keep you perpetually wet, craving my touch and needing my cock to ease the ache between your legs. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She swirled the idea around in her head, trying to understand. “You think this will help me orgasm easier?”

“Yes, Laura. Don’t you?” He sounded pleased with her answer. A warm feeling moved over her.

“Wouldn’t lots of orgasms do that more efficiently?” Feeling a little bratty she figured it was worth a try.

He laughed. “Yes and no. Did our quick and easy Saturday morning fucks ever give you an orgasm like the one you had last night?”

Last night she’d had more than just an orgasm. It had been a knock the Earth off its axis, mind-blowing experience. “No,” she said quietly, knowing he was right. If she could have another orgasm like that, she’d trade all of her undies in for rope.

“Remember the exercise regimen you used to prepare your body for the marathon last year?”

She nodded. How could she forget? She’d trained for months and it was still the hardest thing she’d ever done.

“Think of this along those lines. You trained your body to endure a grueling pace for twenty-six miles. Now we start training your body to accept and respond to more intense levels of arousal. Your orgasms, when I allow them, will be less of a struggle. You’ll be more in tune with your body’s needs. Getting in the right mood won’t be hard. Your body will crave the sensations.”

It sounded too good to be true. She often struggled more than she was willing to admit. Sometimes it was impossible to push away the stress. Her mind stayed focused on the latest crisis and refused to relax and give in to pleasure. Work was eating her alive. Her satisfaction level at work had waned as well. Nick was right, she lacked a balance. Without it, she feared she’d never find contentment.

“We’re going to train your nipples to never go into a deep slumber. During our playtime they will stay hard, demanding attention, and when at rest, they will retain a slight definition. Once properly trained, they will be more sensitive and responsive. How do you feel about that?”

“I’d like them to be more responsive. I don’t like it when they go completely soft and you can’t even tell where the nipple is.” She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Admitting fear was really hard for her. “I’m concerned what the training will consist of. I had some pretty painful blisters on my feet while training for the marathon.” She was trying to bring some levity to the discussion and reduce the stress level she was feeling. “I don’t think that would be very attractive.”