Bondage Celebration (13 page)

Nick lit an old fashioned fire in the hearth. “How are you feeling, Laura?”

She looked into his eyes and knew what he was really asking her. “I’m feeling a little neglected, Sir. It’s been a long time since you made love to me.” It was getting easier to say things like that.

Nick looked at his watch and shook his head, “Yes, I have been negligent. It’s been just over twenty-four hours. How do you put up with me?”

Laura gave an exaggerated sigh, “You get a little stingy on occasion, but I know you’ll make it worth my while eventually.”

“I’m so glad to hear it.” Nick made sure the blinds were closed and the doors locked. “Present for your Master.” He pointed to the heavily padded carpet near the fireplace.

She didn’t need any further encouragement. It felt like an eternity since he’d been intimate with her. It was rather shocking to think it was just yesterday. Before their weekend getaway they’d go a week or more without her thinking about sex. Now she needed Nick’s hands on her body and his whispered commands just to relax.

He’d told her she lacked a balance in her life and it had been so true. Work had consumed her every thought. She hadn’t had a way of escaping the pressure and it was eating her alive. Now she felt happy. She smiled, a genuine, eye sparkling smile, every time she thought of Nick and their activities.

Slowly and seductively, she shed her clothing. Using her recently gained strength in her upper thighs she bent her knees and inched her way down to the rug. Her knees were bruised, but the heavy padding made the position doable. She stayed kneeling up, with her hands behind her back, pressing her breasts forward.

“Very nice, subbie. Lay down on your back. I want to talk to you.” Nick stretched out on his side crowding her. He cradled his head in the palm of his hand.

“I was hoping for a little more action than that, Sir.”

Nick pinched and tweaked her nipple. “Such a bratty mouth.” As soon as she smiled, he kneaded her breast in his hand soothing the slight ache. “Are you too uncomfortable to enjoy scening tonight?”

She looked him in the eye, so he’d know she was speaking the truth. “No, Nick, I’m fine. Really.” It was a little scary how responsive her body had become. He could get her juices flowing with a look and she was lost when he used that you-will-obey-me-tone. She couldn’t imagine going back to their old lives.

And it wasn’t just sex either, though the sex was, well…wow. Each day she needed Nick a little bit more. Honestly, it scared her senseless. She’d never
needed
anyone. Sure she’d loved him before, but he’d never been an integral part of her. Now, she needed him to breathe.

Is that how he felt? Is that why he wanted her to accept his collar? Did he need her in the same way?

Agreeing to wear his collar meant she was accepting his dominance. He’d have certain expectations and she’d be held accountable. She couldn’t use a wall of attorneys to stand between her and a breach of contract suit. She’d answer to Nick for every infraction.

“I want to talk about the kid’s visit today. Did it upset you at breakfast when I told you to finish eating?” His tone was stronger than usual, like her answer was pivotal.

While he waited for her to respond, he moved her arms over her head and began a slow caress up and down her torso. He knew the more aroused she was the easier it was for her to answer honestly. Apparently, he had no qualms using that information to his advantage.

“No, did you mind that I was a little flippant in return?”

“No, I liked it. It gave me a reason to pinken that beautiful ass of yours in the near future.” He shrugged, “I think the kids were expecting a fight and were pleasantly surprised when it didn’t go there.”

“If we decide to pursue D/s twenty-four seven, would it change the way we interact in front of the kids?”

“Not in any profound way.”

Laura nodded and squirmed under his talented fingers. Her nipples were begging for real attention not the light teasing he was giving them. She knew she was growing wet. And impatient.

“When”—he shrugged—“if”—he looked her in the eye—“you choose to accept my collar, I’d like to have a ceremony at the club. To me, it’s a deep commitment much like marriage. If you’re willing, I’d like to share that with others in the lifestyle.”

Laura started to pull her arms across her body, an instinctive, protective move to Nick’s surprising announcement. He’d been against taking her to the club. What had caused the about face?

Nick’s large hand stretched wide, caught her at her elbows and pushed her arms back against the rug. “Don’t pull away from me, love. I know you’re not ready to take that step and I’m okay waiting.”

With a conscious thought Laura relaxed. “I’m surprised. You’ve been against participating in club activities. What’s changed?”

Nick smiled and quirked an eyebrow. “It is a departure from my normal stance on the club.” His gaze faltered, like he was trying to put his feelings into words. “Maybe André is rubbing off on me. I don’t know. This is very important to me and I feel it warrants a celebration.”

It was an important decision and a so much harder step to take than marriage. Agreeing to love and honor him was easy. Obeying was a different story. She’d stricken the word from their marriage vows. Now he was executing an end run. Closing the loop hole. Demanding her submission. And, God help her, she was ready to do it.

Looking into his deep, blue eyes she knew they’d find their way. “I’m closer than you might think. I’m just worried I’ll disappoint you.”

Nick’s expression softened. He seemed to relax and let some of the tension ease away. “You could never disappoint me, silly woman. What are you talking about?”

“I guess I’m trying to micro-manage, but I don’t understand exactly what you want. How would our relationship change? Would I still have a safeword?” Would she have any say in their activities?

“You’ll always have a safeword and I expect you to use it if necessary.” He waited until she looked him in the eye. “I don’t want a slave. Your daily routine wouldn’t necessarily change. I don’t need a TPE relationship.”

“I’ve heard of that. Total Power Exchange right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve read so many different explanations as to what it means that I’m completely lost. To some it means the Master has complete control over his sub. He plans her day, gives her a chore list and expects her to ask if she deviates from his agenda. I don’t think I would enjoy such strict dictates.”

“I’m pretty sure we’d both be miserable in that type of relationship. Spread your legs.” His hand slowly traveled down her torso to her pussy. He traced along her inner thighs and teasingly ran a finger lightly over her clit.

Laura pushed up into his palm wanting a firmer hand. Nick gave her a sharp smack on the outside of her leg. “Behave, subbie! You need to learn patience.”

“Patience is highly overrated. A little action would be preferred.”

Nick raised one eyebrow and waited.

“Just a suggestion, Sir.” Hoping that would keep her out of trouble, she flashed him an innocent smile.

“Such a brat.”

But to her pleasure he began caressing her again. “Then what do you want, Nick? How would our daily lives change?”

“I can’t give you a play by play of a normal day. Frankly, I don’t think it would change much at all. It’s simple really, I want you to give me control over three aspects of your life—sex, which you’ve already done, your health and your safety.”

“Those can be widely encompassing.” She was having trouble forming complete sentences as his hand sent her body into meltdown mode. “Does it mean you have control over what and when I eat?”

“I don’t need to plan or control your diet, however, when you are obviously still hungry and your body needs nourishment to heal, I want you to eat a decent meal. Will I choose your meals for you all the time? No. Basically, I want veto power. If I think you’re choosing to endanger your health or safety, I will exert control and expect you to accept my decision.”

She felt it was important to point out, “You’re already doing that.”

“Yes, I am. I told you when we first started discussing D/s I wouldn’t hide anything from you. You would know exactly where I stood. That doesn’t mean I’m inflexible or that I won’t take your wishes to heart. But I won’t be biting my tongue anymore. Once you wear my collar you will obey me in those three matters or you will be punished.”

“Punished how?” She still didn’t understand why certain words had a direct line to her pussy, but that didn’t change their potency. Laura had a love/hate relationship with the word punish. It messed with her mind. It had negative connotations and erotic consequences.

“Any punishment I choose fitting. I would, however, respect your hard limits.”

Laura nodded, not wanting it any other way. She went all soft inside when he was strict with her. At first her reactions to D/s scared her. It was so unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She’d struggled with releasing control. Now she didn’t want it back. Submitting to Nick was freeing and she basked in his dominance.

Nick’s hand circled her throat. His hold was gentle and yet commanding. Her clit started to pulse. Ever so slowly Nick’s lips touched hers. His hand slid around and cradled her head in his palm. She surrendered, opening her mouth to his invasion.

His kisses were truly addicting. When did he learn to kiss like that? She’d swear it hadn’t been that erotic even a month before. Nick seemed to be more comfortable in his skin. The more control she relinquished, the tighter their bond became and the more secure she felt. It didn’t make any sense, but it was the truth.

As his lips reluctantly pulled away from hers, she started to tell him she was ready. She’d wear his collar with honor and pride. But he spoke first.

Bending low, Nick whispered in her ear, “I want your ass. Will you give it to me?”

Oh my goodness.
He hadn’t hidden his desire from her. She’d known he wanted to… Oh dear heavens she couldn’t form a complete thought.

His thumb slid over her clit, once then twice. She arched her back wanting more. “I’m afraid, Nick.” It’s funny how before D/s she would have broken out in a cold sweat admitting she feared something, now it seemed natural.

“Of what, Angel?”

“The list is long,” a nervous giggle escaped, “pain, disappointing you.” When he continued to watch her every expression like he could read her mind, she whispered her greatest fear, “liking it.”

“I plan to make sure you love it.” His hand continued to work magic on her pussy.

She was so wet. She desperately needed him inside her, she just wasn’t sure where. “It’s so naughty.”

“What’s wrong with naughty, if it’s safe, sane and consensual?”

He’d been teaching her that—one mind blowing experience at a time. “You’re right. We can try Nick, but you’re so big, I’m not sure it’s going to fit.” She tried to laugh about it, but it sounded more like a strangled moan.

“The last plug we used was only a few millimeters smaller than I am. You can take me, Angel. It will be a tight fit though. Are you ready to do this?”

Oh hell no…
was her first thought. Yet she couldn’t deny her curiosity. Nick used the wetness from her pussy to insure his fingers slid smoothly around the rim of her asshole. The sensations were intense. She arched her back, unable to contain her arousal. Nick’s talented mouth found her breast. He lavished his tongue over the peaked nipple, scraping his teeth along the sensitive point, sending her surprised gasp straight to his ego.

“Yes, Nick.” She was ready.

He bit down a little harder before releasing her nipple. “Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master, I’m ready to try.” And God help her she was. She wanted him to take possession of every inch of her.

“Much better, my beautiful Angel. Let’s adjourn to the bedroom.” Nick got to his knees before cradling her close to his chest. Once she was in tightly against him he stood up completely and carried her to their bed.

“We’re going to go slow and you will communicate with me every step of the way.”

She watched him pull his toy bag out from under the bed. “Okay.”

“I’m going to blindfold you. Sit up.” He pulled a sleeping mask over her eyes. With his hand on her shoulder he guided her back onto the bed. “Spread your legs.”

Laura immediately complied. Being blindfolded helped her to relax and narrow her focus. She trusted Nick and had no doubt she was safe with him. He kept in constant contact with her body. Some part of him touching her at all times reassured her he was there with her.

She felt his chest brush against hers before his lips glided along her neck. Slowly, with deliberate movements, he brought her body to a fevered pitch. His warm breath peaked her nipples and sent shivers down her spine. She focused on his delicious mouth and tried not to think too much about him preparing her ass.

Without conscious thought, each time his cool, lubricated fingers slid deep inside her ass, she arched her back drawing him farther in. His mouth and other hand continued their assault on her breasts.

“Put your hands above your head. If you move them I will stop and you will not come the rest of the evening. Do you understand?” His voice was stern and unyielding.

“Yes, Master.” She considered asking him to restrain her. Sometimes it was so hard to remember not to move when her body seemed to have a life of its own.

“You’re so beautiful, Laura. I love how responsive your body is to me.” He licked and sucked her nipples, pulling them farther and farther into his mouth.

“More, Master. Please more.” She wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking him to do. She needed relief so badly.

Nick’s teeth bit onto her swollen nipple. Laura screamed as pleasure zinged straight to her clit. With his tongue and gentle lips, he laved kisses along her tortured breast.

She arched toward him with her other breast, silently begging for his attention. Her Master read her need and fulfilled her longing. Every inhibition vanished. She spread her legs farther apart and began to move against his hand.

“Master, I need you inside me. I want to come. Please!”