Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure (16 page)

“Maybe it would be better if I fed myself,” she said. “But I will still keep the sheet dropped.”

“Hmm. Don’t say I never let you get your way.”

“Just don’t count on it happening very often?”

“Correct.”

“I meant to ask you, did you want coffee?”

“Not badly enough for you to go get it.”

He rose, thinking he should get it anyway, but she shook her head. “Let me get my way one more time, please, Sir. Stay.”

He stayed. He loved the way she said Sir.

“So,” she asked when she’d finished. She was a slower eater than him, but that was okay because it gave him a chance to enjoy the sight of her naked loveliness. “Where do we go from here?”

He put the plate on the floor. He’d been dodging the question in his mind. The feeling of having lost her had hit hard. Now he knew he wanted to keep her. He didn’t want to watch anyone else play with her. He didn’t want anyone else playing with her without him watching either.
Don’t ask, don’t tell?
Not his style.

She was watching him for an answer. Of course, if he wanted faithfulness from her, he’d have to give it back. He knew people who had relationships that were asymmetric that way, and if he didn’t enjoy a little asymmetry, he’d not be a dom in the first place. But as far as he was concerned, if one partner was to be exclusive, they both should be. He didn’t want her to worry.

Time to put it all on the table.

“I would like you to be my sub and I your dom. I want to push you, show you new things, learn what you like. Train you in what I like. And I’d like to focus on you, just you, and I want that focus back.”

“You want us to be exclusive?”

“Yes.”
Did that bother her?

Emma shrugged. “It’s not like I’m seeing anyone anyway.”

Not exactly a ringing endorsement
. She must have realized it from his face, because she put her arms around him. “I mean, yes! I’d love that. I’m—well, not great with words sometimes. I didn’t expect it. And I’m a bit overwhelmed. But you’ll have to visit often.”

“Because otherwise you’ll be tempted?”

“Because otherwise I’ll figure you will be.”

That made a twisted kind of sense to him. He kissed her lips and then looked into her eyes. “What about you? Where did you want to go from here?”

“Well. I was actually just asking about what we do after breakfast. Stay in? Go out? I’m driving home with Valerie. I imagine she’s going to want to get on the road by two or three, but that gives us a few hours.”

Oh
. He hadn’t had to try to define the relationship at all. He could have let it float and find its own level. Keep his options open. But given the result, he was happy he had.

“Let’s go to the dungeon, then. And play. We’ll have plenty of time to explore each other in a bed, but being able to play on the bondage furniture and in public is a bit rarer. And I know you like to be seen.”
Was she going to deny it again?

She blushed. “Yes, I do like to be seen. Is that bad?”

“No. It’s wonderfully you. And that’s one of the things I’m going to do for you, is get you in situations where you can indulge that. Safely. Sanely. Consensually, for all involved.” He kissed her.

She shivered. “That would be wonderful actually.”

“Starting now. Let’s go, then.”

“Like this?” She looked at him. “I’m not wearing anything.”

He grinned. “That’s allowed here. But there is something I’d like you to wear. It won’t cover, but I am hoping it will make you feel safe and protected.”

She tilted her head, curious, her eyes asking the question.

He unzipped his toy bag and slipped his hand underneath the ropes and the floggers. At the bottom, nestled right where he expected it to be, his fist closed around the leather collar. He pulled it out.

She saw it, and her eyes widened. “For me, Sir?”

There was no one else it could be for, but he understood she needed an answer anyway. “For you, my little treasure.”

She tilted her head up, baring her neck to him. He wrapped the collar around it and buckled it in the back, leaving enough of a gap that he could slip two fingers between the leather and her throat.

Mine.

EMMA’S HEAD SWAM. It was all happening so fast. One day, she thought she’d lost him. The next morning, he was her dom, and not just for the moment. And now, collared. Naked. His.

He stood up, never breaking eye contact. She stared up at him. He hooked his finger in the center ring. She gasped. He grinned. He tugged. She stood, with a shortness of breath that had nothing to do with the strap of leather around her throat—not with it physically, anyway. It wasn’t too tight. A warmth had come over her body, centering in her breasts and her pussy.

He grabbed his bag of toys and stepped backward toward the door, making her follow him. She could easily pull back against his single finger, she supposed. But she felt driven to move when he tugged, even if he took her right outside. The collar made the difference. It told everyone that she wasn’t naked of her own will. It was his decision, not hers, and that gave her courage. The collar meant not having to explain it to everyone, because people would know. She hated explaining things to people, especially awkward, intimate things.

“You need a little more, I think.”

“More on?” She was surprised at her disappointment.

“In a way.” He freed his finger from her collar and bent down. He came back with a length of black rope. “Arms up, please.”

She lifted her hands, conscious of the way the motion pulled on her breasts. He wrapped a double width of rope around her chest, first above her breasts, then below, then over her shoulders to cinch the two ropes together. The top rope pressed on her chest; the bottom lifted the underside of her breasts. He tied it off in the back and pulled her around forcefully.

My, that gave him a rather nice handle. He could have told her to turn, but this was better. She was surprised at how much she liked being manhandled.

“I liked that.”

He kissed the back of her neck, just above the collar. “I know,” he whispered. He sounded smug. And confident. Confident was good. Arrogance—the kind that led him to tip her suitcase over—wasn’t, right? Now she wasn’t so sure. She liked it. And she wanted to nourish it.

He bent down to get something else from his bag, and she wanted to twist and look to see what it was. But she steeled herself to face forward. Something had changed with his unasked for declaration of their future. He had moved from play partner, top, to dom. Maybe Master. She hadn’t realized that was what she was looking for, but now that she had it, it let her relax in a way she hadn’t before.

The thought flashed through her mind of telling him he could tip her suitcase again, so that he could see the change. But that was silly. She needed to pack it soon. She’d have to let him know by bits and pieces that next time, she’d give him a little more rope. Metaphorically. And she certainly couldn’t imagine turning down being tied up with the scarf.

The feel of something against her back let her know he’d gotten more rope. He tied it to the harness he’d made in back and then wrapped it around her front. It was the red rope that he’d tied her with before, and he used it to loop across her belly. He wrapped and looped it through, wrapped and looped it, until she had a sort of corset made of rope. Rather than moving himself, he simply spun her when he needed to.

Then he got some more rope, black again. Using the center of the front of the corset as an anchor, he then tied a knot partway down.

“Hands behind your back, please.”

She put them as requested. She felt vulnerable. Oddly, it felt good. He tugged down on the rope, pressed the knot to her mound, and then adjusted its position downward. Then he pulled it under her crotch and out the other end and put the ends in her hand. “Hold this.”

She held. And now she understood the point of the knot, because it was right against her clit.
He expects me to walk like that?
Again she took comfort in the fact that the collar told everyone it wasn’t her idea. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror he’d fucked her against before.
Besides, the rope looks hot.

“Turn, little treasure.”

She turned.

He tied the other ends of the rope, not to the center of the back this time, but off the side, so that after the ropes passed her clit, they spread against the inside of her thighs and across her cheeks.

“Why not just tie it up the middle, Sir?” She knew there had to be a reason.

“Because then I wouldn’t have as much access without taking it off.” He pulled on the top of the rope harness and turned her around to face him again. “Now I think you’re all dressed.”

My breasts aren’t covered, and my pussy is…accessible. This is dressed?
But she had the collar. “Yes, Sir, I am.”

He grinned. She loved seeing that he was pleased with her. “Good girl.” He picked up his bag again, hoisted it over his shoulder, and put two fingers this time into the front ring of her collar. “Come.”

He opened the door and walked forward, tugging her. She followed, feeling the knot rub against her clit as she walked. It made it hard to breathe calmly.

They passed James and Selena in the hallway. Both wore jeans and casual shirts. James was carrying two suitcases, so they were getting ready to leave. Selena smiled at Emma, but it felt odd being dressed in rope in front of two people dressed so normally.

“Sorry about the mix-up, Diego.” James clapped his hand on Diego’s shoulder. “And thanks for fingering the real culprit.”

“It wasn’t in any way your fault,” Diego said.

“You look marvelous,” Selena whispered to her. “I wish I had your guts.”

“I’m just following directions,” replied Emma. It was the perfect excuse.

Selena grinned at her, and then the two moved on. Emma and Diego continued on their way.

There weren’t very many people playing in the dungeon. Just a couple on the spanking bench, another on the X-frame. Maybe a dozen people, all told, were chatting over doughnuts and juice. They were dressed relatively normally. Compared to the bustle of the evening before, it seemed deserted.

“Last chance for coffee,” he said.

“Will there be pee breaks?” she asked.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Then I better skip the coffee.”

He nodded. “Thank you. I like a woman who thinks ahead.”

“I thought I was supposed to let you do all the thinking.”
I’ve been offering quite a few suggestions, haven’t I? Too many?

He shook his head. “We’re a partnership. If you think of things, I want you to share them with me, so I can make the best possible decisions for both of us. But when it comes to things like whether to drink coffee or not, I have no desire to exercise control. Topping is for the bedroom. And clubs. And deserted street corners. And restaurants where I’ve ordered you not to wear panties. And—”

She was aware that he was watching her to see what effect his words would have and had trailed off deliberately. As if the rope wasn’t enough to keep her blushing, especially that damn knot. “I want it all,” she said, feeling brave.

“Well then.” He moved and tugged on the collar. She followed quickly to avoid being dragged. She was aware of eyes turning their way. A naked, bound woman attracted attention, even here.

She loved it. It felt strange to admit it to herself, but she did. And he knew it. He’d make sure she got it.

He led her to a large wooden frame. She’d seen four people playing on it together the night before, but it was empty now. Two posts supported one thick cross bar, and attachment points were screwed in all around. Not just screwed into the wood, she noticed now that she was up close, but screwed through it and attached with large nuts at the top. The entire top bar and the joints attaching it to the vertical posts were reinforced with steel as well. She wondered why it had to be so sturdy, but she supposed that four people could put a lot of stress on something. She’d seen a little woman, about five-three and probably ninety pounds, suspended from it at one point. There was a mat underneath it.

He got more rope out of his bag. The black and red looked sexy on her, she thought, but this rope was a light brown. Natural fibers, undyed.

“What more of me do you have to tie?” Her hands and ankles were free, so that was probably a silly question.

He smiled. “You’ll see. I intend to make you the center of attention, Emma.”

She shivered, but that didn’t stop her pussy from getting wet. She wondered if she was soaking that little knot. She shifted her feet, and it reminded her of its presence. It wasn’t painful, but it was right on the edge between irritating and arousing. Maybe that was the idea.

He tied one rope to her chest harness, another to the bottom of her corset. They just dangled there, and she had no idea what he had in mind.

“Feet together, please. Or rather, just a few inches apart.”

She obeyed.

He took the third and final rope and wrapped it around her ankles. Surely a few turns would do, but he wrapped it around eight times before cinching it in the middle. This rope was scratchier, and it dug into her skin more, but as usual he made sure he could fit two fingers between rope and skin.

She wondered why her legs were together if he wanted access. There was a lot of rope left over, as well.
Why all the extra rope? Oh
. “You’re not. I’m too heavy.”

“You’re beautifully curved.”

“You know what I mean. I’ll break that thing.”

“I have seen a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound man suspended on this. Dylan checks it regularly, and so does Bruce. It can support anyone who comes here, and there are people a lot heavier than you. Me, for instance.” He jumped up, grabbed the top of bar, and pulled himself up, doing a chin-up. “See?”

If it could hold him, it could hold her, she supposed. She still wasn’t sure. It wasn’t that she was scared of dropping. The top of the bar wasn’t that high, maybe eight feet, so there was a limit to how high up he could get her, and the mat looked soft. But she dreaded the embarrassment of breaking the equipment. “Who is Bruce? I’ve heard people talk about him.”