Bondage Included (12 page)

“Good girl. What do you do if you need to stop?” He was staring intently at her face.

“If I tap your leg, you’ll stop.” She loved the way he was always so conscious of her safety.

He moved her farther down the bed and made sure she was comfortable before straddling her torso. His knees were beside Adriana’s shoulders, boxing her in. A moment of panic rushed through her.

“Open.”

Her eyes locked with his as she opened her mouth. He was hot and large, filling her mouth with barely half of him. She wrapped her lips around his cock and closed her eyes. She shifted her head so she could take him deeper.

“Oh, bebe, that’s perfect. Just relax and let me do the work.” He began moving at a steady pace.

She matched her breathing to his strokes and wrapped her hands around his thighs. His legs didn’t have an ounce of fat. It was like holding onto tree trunks, albeit hairy tree trunks. It was brushing along the inside of her arms and tickling her.

André rested his arms on the headboard and thrust into her mouth. She quickly understood what he meant by a ‘dominant position’. He controlled the depth, the pace, everything. And she loved it. Her pussy was wet and her own need was building again.

His head tipped and the sounds he made were deeply satisfying. Her confidence was building by the second. More than anything, she wanted to know that she could please him.

The pace increased and he grew impossibly larger. He was growling as he thrust forward and a wicked thought came to her. Though her mouth couldn’t open any wider, she smiled.

He tipped his head forward and his expression shifted to an intensity she hadn’t seen before. Knowing she was being a total brat, she let go of his thigh and urgently patted his leg.

Instantly he pulled out and shifted off her. The scared look on his face had her feeling bad.

“What’s the matter, bebe? Was I too rough?” He palmed the back of her head and was pushing her hair out of her face.

Oh shit!
She couldn’t stop the giggles from erupting. “No… I just thought you might…enjoy a little more build-up.”

His eyes widened and his mouth opened then abruptly closed before he began shaking his head. “Oh, you little brat. You’re in so much trouble.” He threw his head back and laughed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you’d just pause, not freak out.”

Again, he shook his head. “Tapping my leg was the same as safe wording. At that point everything stops.” He tucked a hand around her waist. “It will always stop when you safe word, because you matter, Adriana. The sex doesn’t. You do.”

Tears sprang to her eyes. How could he say such sweet things after she’d done that? “I’m sorry, André. I didn’t think of it as a safe word, but I should have. Can we continue? I really didn’t mean to stop everything.”

He sighed and gave her a stern look. “Yes, but don’t think you’re getting away with that one. I’ll have to think about an appropriate discipline for a subbie who cries wolf.”

She giggled again. She deserved whatever he came up with and she was pretty sure that in the end, she’d enjoy it, much like her ultimate pleasure from his edging torture.

He got back into position. “If you tap my leg again… I will stop, bebe, but I wouldn’t suggest you test me.”

No matter how hard she tried to wipe the smile from her face, she couldn’t. “Yes, Master André. I understand.”

She opened her mouth without waiting to be told. He wasn’t nearly as hard and pre-cum was beaded on the head. She lapped it up like candy. Within moments he was back to his previous grandeur.

Now that she was comfortable and knew what to expect, she felt a little more adventurous. She reached around behind his thigh and gripped his balls. Gently, she kneaded them in time with his strokes. As his thrusts deepened, she had to let go. Her arms weren’t long enough and she didn’t want to tug too hard or force him to shorten his depth. The feel of his rigid shaft sliding in her mouth to the base of her throat was a serious turn-on.

“I’m going to come, princess. You’re going to swallow every drop and then lick me clean.”

Her pussy clenched at his order. His pre-cum had been a teaser and she wanted it all. She wanted him to come down her throat.

His groan as he released his seed was music to her ears. She was mad at herself for gagging a little as his warm semen filled her mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes and she grabbed his ass to keep him from pulling back. He was so attuned to her, that even though he was lost in his own pleasure, he was cognizant of her needs. If she hadn’t been in love before, she certainly was now.

His cock continued to pulse and throb as he drew back. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, keeping him from pulling out completely. She licked and sucked his head, coaxing every last drop from him.

He looked down at her and a smile touched his lips. “You are amazing, Adriana.” He tugged backward until she let him go. Carefully, he lay down beside her. “You’re still in trouble, but that was well worth the wait.”

“I’m sorry I gagged there at the end.” She was afraid she’d disappointed him.

He chuckled. “Don’t be. Some guys get off on that. I pulled back because I was worried you’d get scared.”

“Nah, I trust you. If I got into trouble, I know you’d take care of me.” He would too. She knew it as surely as she knew her own name. He’d see to her safety over his pleasure every time. There was something deeply reassuring in that knowledge.

André scrambled off the bed. He wanted to keep her, not for the four months, but forever. Her unconditional trust of him was tying him in knots. “Just rest, bebe. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He was being an ass. He preached aftercare and here he was running away, but he had to get a handle on his emotions before he did something colossally stupid, like ask her to marry him.

In the kitchen, he got her a glass of ice water. Slowly, he walked to the bathroom. He washed his face and brushed his teeth before he became any more obsessed with her taste. She was going to be the death of him. He already couldn’t imagine scening with anyone else. What the hell was he going to do when she left?

With determination, he pushed those thoughts away. He had four months to figure out a solution. Right now, she was here and it was his right to care for her. He ran a washcloth under warm water before taking it back to the bedroom.

Adriana lay so peacefully on his bed, he hated disturbing her. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Open up, bebe. We need to get you cleaned.”

She blinked her eyes before smiling up at him. “I can do it.” She reached out for the cloth.

“My job,” he told her, as he brought her outstretched hand to his mouth and gave her a kiss. With great care, he washed her pussy then helped her to sit up before handing her the water.

“Can I get you anything else?” She looked tired and way too sexy for her own good. He hadn’t had his fill of her and he doubted he ever would.

“I’d love a nap. Will you lie with me?”

“If I ever say no to that question, call nine-one-one because there is something seriously wrong with me.”

* * * *

A whole week—seven long days—had gone by and André still hadn’t made love to her. Granted, they’d been busy and once she’d started physical therapy she’d been wiped out, but she was handling it better now. She’d gotten a scooter and was able to be more mobile.

She’d kept busy with work, but she was about caught up and was running out of diversions. Adriana couldn’t complain. André was attentive and affectionate. They’d even been intimate, but she was still technically a virgin. And she was damn sick of it.

Knowing how he stressed communication, she’d considered talking to him and asking why he was waiting. She just wasn’t sure if she wanted the answer. It was distinctly possible that he’d decided intercourse was out. After hearing about his first experience, she could understand why he would be leery. And she wasn’t ready to face the possibility that he didn’t want to be the one to pop her cherry.

She was getting so desperate she’d turned to her mother’s advice and was baking lasagna for dinner. It probably wouldn’t work because he was Cajun and not Italian, but at this point, it was worth the try.

He’d been scarce today. At physical therapy, she’d been a bit whiny. The exercises they’d had her doing hurt and she’d gotten a little teary-eyed. When she’d looked up at him, he’d turned on his heel and left. In the car, he’d been unusually quiet and once they’d gotten home, he’d gone into his office and hadn’t come back out.

Her insecurities were through the roof. Was he sick of having her around? Was he worried she wasn’t progressing as planned and she’d be at his house longer than anticipated? Was she as annoying to him as the trolls had been? Was he using his home office the way he’d used the club just to get a few minutes of peace?

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting.”

Adriana jumped. He’d moved so quietly, she hadn’t heard him approach. “I’m tired of rest, so I decided to help out. I just put dinner in the oven. Did I do something wrong?”

“No. Not at all. I just thought you were lying down.” He squatted down in front of her. “I was going to take you out to dinner.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I can put it in the fridge and we can have it tomorrow, if you’d rather.”
Crap
!

“I’d love to have a home cooked meal. I just don’t want you to over-exert. You’re doing too much too soon.” He took her hands in his and brushed his thumbs over her knuckles. “Are you feeling all right?”

She nodded. “I feel great, André. Don’t worry about me. In forty-five minutes, dinner will be ready. What shall we do in the meantime?”

“There is a matter we need to revisit, if you’re sure you’re feeling up to it.” He was wearing a mischievous smirk.

“Oh?” She didn’t like the sound of that.

“Yes, my naughty princess must answer for crying wolf.”

Her pussy clenched. “That was days ago. I’ve been very good since then.” She gave him her sweetest smile.

“I warned you at the time that you were still in trouble. I was merely waiting for an opportune moment. While we’ll be a bit rushed, I think I can still adequately impress upon you not to do that again. You wouldn’t want me to let you off the hook and set a bad precedence.”

“No, I suppose that would be bad.” Her body had already switched into high gear. Wetness was flooding her pussy and her nipples had pebbled.

“I’m glad we agree on this. Now, let’s get that perfect little ass of yours into the playroom.” His voice was gentle.

Playroom?
Oh, crap.

“Can you stand on your right leg? I’ll pick you up.”

Adriana locked the scooter in place before standing. André put an arm behind her back and another under her knees then carefully lifted her into his arms.

“We’re headed down to the basement. Most homes in Phoenix don’t have one, but this one does. It’s one of the reasons I bought this house. It’s the perfect place for a dungeon. It’s virtually soundproof.”

She was finding it hard to keep her breathing at a normal level as he carried her through the hall and down the steps. “I didn’t know you had a playroom here.” But it made sense. His trainees often lived with him.

“Sometimes it’s nice not to be in a club setting.” He opened the door at the bottom of the steps and turned on the light switch.

“How do you choose your trainees?” She looked around half expecting to find the trolls. Knowing they were the last women he’d had down here didn’t sit well.

He gave an uncharacteristic snort. “They choose me. Every trainee I’ve ever had approached me.”

Now that he’d said that, she remembered Eva saying the same thing. It was surprising, though, because when she’d first come to the club, he’d aggressively tried to scene with her. It hadn’t been until she’d found out about the trolls and put her foot down that he’d backed off.

André carried her to a thick mat on the floor. There were bundles of rope, a long, intimidating paddle and a large-headed, white vibrator.

“You have this all planned out, don’t you?” She was getting nervous. The paddle looked as if it would hurt like hell. She didn’t want her first introduction to pain be with an implement like that.

“You mentioned that you’d watched a few shibari demonstrations and that it interested you. I think I’ve figured out a way to give you those sensations without hurting your leg.” He was kneeling beside her.

She was too nervous to meet his gaze, so instead she looked around the room. Whips, canes, tawse, floggers, crops of every size adorned the light tan walls. There was a St. Andrew’s cross along the far wall and two different types of spanking bench. A few other pieces caught her eye, but André took her chin in hand and drew her attention back to him.

“Look at me.”

“Yes, Master André.” It helped to say his name. She needed to remember she was with André and he would never hurt her. Not on purpose.

“Are you having second thoughts, or are you still up for this?” André was watching her closely.

“No, I’m ready. Just a little nervous.” There wasn’t any point in hiding it. André seemed to know exactly what she was thinking most of the time anyway. She wished she could read him as easily.

“Tell me your safe word.”

“Snowman.” She felt her cheeks heating, but he took it in stride this time.

“You’ll need to get out of that dress, or I’ll end up cutting you out of it.”

The thought of him using a knife and stripping the clothes from her body made her shiver. But the practical side of her brain kicked in. She had damn few clothes she could wear with the brace. It was best to take it off.

Adriana pulled it out from under her then whipped it over her head. André tossed it to the far corner of the mat. She unhooked her bra and threw it on top of her dress. She only bothered with panties when she left the house. They were too much hassle to move over the brace.

André moved behind her and gave her a hug. “You’re safe with me, Adriana. Just relax.” He kissed her neck as he circled her wrists and pulled them behind her head.

Her arms were crossed in a giant bow. He held her like that while used the rope to secure her in that position. It was surprisingly more comfortable once he’d tied her arms together. She’d never been bound before. The vibrations as he manipulated the hemp were comforting. She understood now why some subs considered themselves ‘rope bunnies’. Given half a chance, she might as well.