Bondage Included (13 page)

“I see through your plan,” she teased him.

“Oh?” He grabbed another bundle and began a chest harness.

“Yep, you’re lulling me into a false sense of security then you’re going to beat my ass with that mammoth paddle.”

“You know…now that you mention it, that sounds like a better plan than mine. How many swats do you think you deserve?” André continued winding the rope around her torso as he bantered with her.

She wanted to turn around and see his face, but with her arms bound, she couldn’t move much. “You went to so much trouble to set this up for me, I wouldn’t want you to change anything on my account. Let’s just forget I said anything.” Her face was beginning to hurt from smiling so much. André was fun, even when he was threatening to smack her ass with a huge piece of wood.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. If you prefer being paddled, then, bebe, I’m your man.” He sounded amused.

“Actually, I’m hoping there’s something to the ‘rope drunk’ the girls talk about, but I don’t think I could ever get ‘drunk’ enough to enjoy being swatted with that thing.” She figured honesty might be the best tack to take.

André ran two fingers between her and the rope to make sure they weren’t too tight. “If you feel any tingling or numbness, tell me immediately.” He moved to her left side and picked up the paddle.

She tried to look him in the eye, but her gaze kept straying to the paddle.

“Unless you were being punished, I wouldn’t use this until you were warmed up and ready for it.”

“But I am being punished, aren’t I?” She wished she hadn’t voiced that thought. If he didn’t think she’d earned a punishment, then far be it for her to contradict him.

“No, bebe. You’re being disciplined. There’s a difference. Discipline is used as a teaching tool. Punishment is used when you willfully disobey me.”

Her clit was throbbing and she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the fact that his use of the term discipline could have that effect on her.

He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. “You’re a treasure, Adriana.”

Proving once again that he could read her mind or maybe her face was overly expressive. As long as it made him happy, she was good with it. “Thank you. I think you’re pretty amazing yourself.”

“We’ll see what you think once we’re through here.” He chuckled then slid the paddle under her brace. “I’m using this to make sure the pressure is off your leg. You have a tendency to move it.” He used a large metal ring to loop the ropes through, creating a giant sling.

He grabbed the chest harness between her breasts. “Lie on the mat, bebe.”

His support of the ropes kept her from moving too quickly as she leaned backward. The hemp bit into her shoulders and tightened around her ribs. She liked the closed in feel of it and was a little bereft when he let go.

André stood and used a pulley system hanging from the ceiling to elevate her leg about a foot. “Is that okay?”

She tried to nod, but with her arms behind her it was awkward. “Yes.”

He tied off the rope and moved between her legs. With the remaining bundle, he bound her right calf to her thigh.

She was truly at his mercy.

“Tell me your safe word again.”

“Snowman.”

He met her gaze. “Use it if you need to.”

“Yes, Master André.” She wished he’d tell her what he had planned, but that didn’t seem to be on his agenda.

“I’m going to have my dessert before dinner tonight. You just lie back and relax.” He slid onto his tummy and began to shower her inner thighs with kisses.

If this was his idea of discipline, she planned to be very naughty in the future. She’d feared the ropes would make her claustrophobic, but they didn’t. Not at all. Though they obviously felt different from his arms, in their own way, the constant pressure was like an all-over body hug. It was very reassuring.

She’d lost track of the number of orgasms she’d had this week. He knew exactly how to send her flying, though he often toyed with her and she suspected he would again this time. She didn’t mind, not really. He always made his torture worth it.

It wouldn’t take much to get her there. The feel of the ropes and being in the dungeon had her halfway to climax already.

Once his tongue licked her hood, her clit came out to play. Being bound, she had little leverage, but she used what she had to push her pussy against his mouth. It was impossible to hold still—she rocked her hips, desperately wanting him inside her.

When he drew her clit into his mouth, she began to beg. “Please, may I come?” She highly doubted she’d gain permission this soon, but it was worth a try.

“Yes, come for me, princess.”

She froze. She couldn’t have heard him correctly. Tipping her head, she glanced at him there between her legs.

He gave her an evil laugh that sent her over the edge. Her orgasm rocked through her. Being bound made it all the stronger. As she thrashed about, the ropes bit into her skin and sent her flying higher.

She was so wet. She desperately wanted him to fuck her. God, what would it take for the man to fuck her already?

“That’s it, bebe. Enjoy every moment.”

Her brain was fuzzy, but something in his voice caught her attention. Before she could ask him about it, she heard the whine of the vibrator.

Oh no!
Now she knew his plans. Forced orgasms.

Chapter Seven

André saw the look of recognition pass across her face. She’d been at the club enough to know what was in store for her. “Princess is about to learn a very important lesson in not teasing Master.”

He began by dancing the vibrator along the inside of her thighs and over her lips.

Adriana was shaking her head. “Too soon,” she muttered.

“You’d be surprised what your body is capable of. But you have two choices, bebe. You can safe word or you can settle down and accept your discipline like a good girl.”

She whimpered and continued to writhe, but the tension eased a little. Her expression was one of reluctant acceptance.

He lightly touched her clitoris, sending her back arching and her arms straining against the ropes. She was so beautiful. He wanted to slide his cock home in the worst way. But now was not the time.

As he continued to torture her, she stopped fighting it. Her whimpers turned to moans and coos.

“Master, I’m going to come!” she shouted as she thrust her breasts forward and pushed against the vibrator.

He pulled it away as he admonished her. “Ask correctly, subbie.” He’d almost let her get away with it. Hearing her call him Master was a rush. He shouldn’t allow it to affect him yet he was powerless to stop it. He couldn’t be her permanent Master and, in his mind, the term wasn’t meant for a short-term relationship.

“Master André, pleeeeease, may I come?”

André chuckled hearing the word please stretched out so far. “Yes, princess, come for me.”

He focused the vibrator directly on her clit and applied moderate pressure. She immediately exploded.

Watching her orgasm was fast becoming his favorite pastime. Her screams and coos had a direct line to his cock. Every sound she made had him twitching or throbbing. She was innately passionate. He loved when she gave him head, but he dreamed of making love to her.

André moved the tip enough to keep from directly stimulating her, yet still flood her with sensations to fuel delicious aftershocks. This past week he’d learned so much about her. It surprised him how open and curious she was, considering her experience level.

After his initial shock at discovering her virginity had worn off, he’d spent his time trying to plan the perfect experience. His ideas had run the gamut and he’d eventually realized there wasn’t such a thing, at least not where he was concerned.

He pushed those thoughts away. Adriana needed his complete attention. “How are you doing, princess?”

“Wow. I didn’t think I’d be able to come again.” Tears were dotting her eyelashes and she was breathing heavily.

“Just wait. The third time’s a charm.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “No, I couldn’t!”

He cocked his head to one side and shook it sadly. “There’s a reason why it’s called discipline.” He flicked the switch, sending the vibrator to the next higher speed.

As he lowered the toy toward her pussy, she pushed away with her right leg. André grabbed the chest harness and held her in place.

“You have a safe word, bebe, use it if you must.”

Her leg fell limp onto the mat and she stopped struggling. He pulled her a little closer to him. Her trust in him made him want to chuck the vibrator and hold her the rest of the night, but that wasn’t the way the dynamic worked.

“That’s my good girl. You can do this, bebe, just have faith.” He took his time teasing her and allowing her clit to desensitize a bit. He didn’t want her too sore—he had plans for her later.

He kept the pressure to a minimum and skimmed it over her clit. She squirmed under his assault. He was so glad the sling for her leg was working. The way she thrashed about as she came worried him as much as it turned him on.

A few passes later, tears were falling from her eyes and she was straining to keep the vibrator against her clit. “I’m so close.”

A fine sheen of sweat covered her body and every muscle was drawn tight. “I know, princess. You’re riding the edge. Are you going to tease me anymore?”

“No, never. Please, let me come.” Her eyes were closed and her voice was a husky whisper.

“Have you learned your lesson?” God, he wanted to fuck her. She might be the one being disciplined, but he was the one dying. He focused the head directly on her clit.

“Yes!” she screamed.

He moved the vibrator to the top of her mound. “Ask me nicely, subbie.” He should have put on his leathers for this scene. His cock was threatening to bust his zipper.

“Please. Master. Please. May I come?” Her eyes were clenched shut and her right foot was holding her off the ground as she tried to force the head against her again.

“Yes, princess, one more time for me.” He finally gave her what she wanted.

Adriana screamed and rocked from side to side. Bending at the hip, she brought her torso off the mat.

André looped his arm around her waist and held her tight. As the sensations washed over her, he slowed the vibrator and reduced the intensity. After a few more moments, he turned it off and slid it across the mat so he could take her in his arms.

He brushed her hair from her face and showered kisses along her forehead. “Oh, bebe, that was so beautiful.”

She leaned against him and nuzzled his chest. While she rested and floated back to earth, he began untying her arms. He massaged her shoulders where the ropes had left an imprint on her skin.

“Are you doing okay? How’s the leg?” He worked to untie the chest harness.

“Mmmhmm.”

He chuckled. “That’s not an answer, bebe.”

“I’m good.”

He wasn’t going to be able to let her go. He knew it like he knew his name. What the fuck was he going to do? He couldn’t come between her and her family either. No matter what, he was screwed.

He held her tight while his mind whirled. Seeing her in pain ate him up. He couldn’t stand it. Watching her struggle through physical therapy made him want to punch something.

To know his stupidity had played a part in her getting hurt in the first place was almost too much to bear. If she didn’t work hard, she’d never get back full mobility of her leg, but it was damn hard to watch.

The emotional pain of disrupting her family life wouldn’t be any easier to deal with. No way could he knowingly cause her any more heartache. He’d vowed to be there for her, to be her Master for as long as she wanted, but that was all he could offer her.

He removed the last of the ropes and carried her upstairs. On the couch, he sat with her in his arms and tried to stop looking into the future.

André grabbed the blanket from the back of his couch and wrapped her in it. “You were so brave, bebe. You made me proud.” He rubbed the marks imprinted on her skin.

She giggled. “This will probably get me in trouble, but that was the best ‘discipline’ I’ve ever had.”

He gave her a loving squeeze. “You’re such a brat. I guess I’ll have to up my game.”

“Don’t be like that. I can’t say I’m anxious for a repeat.” She laid her hand on his chest. “But I had no idea I could orgasm that often in such a short period of time.”

“I could have kept going, but I didn’t want us to miss the dinner you cooked. What is it? It smells delicious.”

“Lasagna. Do you like Italian food?” She sounded shy and a little uncertain.

He jumped at the chance to change the subject. “I’m a man, bebe. I’ll eat just about anything, but lasagna happens to be one of my favorites. Thank you.”

“I like to cook. I haven’t had much of an opportunity lately. It seems silly to prepare a meal just for me. I usually make something on Sundays and pick at the leftovers whenever I’m at home.”

“Bebe, you need to eat better. You’ll be having three square meals from now on.” She was too damned thin in his mind.

“If I keep eating I’m going to get as big as a house. My normal exercise routine is out the window until this brace comes off.”

He gave her a passionate kiss. “Don’t worry, bebe. I’ll work the extra calories off you.”

She laughed, just as he’d hoped she would.

“Sex does burn calories, doesn’t it? Maybe I should have made a dessert.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“I don’t want you overdoing it. I’d rather you save your energy for intimacy than cooking or baking.” He picked her up, carried her into the kitchen and got her comfortable on the scooter. “Stay put and I’ll go grab a robe for you.”

He rushed into the bathroom and got his. On his way back, he heard the oven timer buzzing. “Don’t get that. Let me do it,” he yelled from the hallway.

In the kitchen, he found her with oven mitts on her hands and leaned over the stove turning off the timer. She lifted her arms in an ‘I surrender’ pose. “As soon as I heard you, I waited.”

He gave her the robe. “Scoot back.” He took the mitts, removed the pan and placed it on the burners. “I don’t want you trying to take food out of the oven or microwave.”