Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure (17 page)

Diego nodded. “He’s right over there. Hey, Bruce!” He waved over at the gaggle of chatters, and a dark-haired man broke from it. More quietly, he murmured to Emma, “He’s a rope master. Seriously knows his knots.”

“Hey,” said Bruce. A woman in a thin white dress came with him. She had looked normally enough dressed at a distance, but now that she was closer the dress was transparent, and Emma could see that dark rope crisscrossed her body beneath.

“Bruce, Laera. This is Emma.”

She shook everyone’s hands, feeling odd to be the only one completely naked. Although Laera’s dress didn’t conceal much. Then again, Diego had promised her attention.

“I’m going to do a little suspension,” Diego said.

“I see that,” said Bruce.

“And Emma’s nervous.”

“I saw you demonstrating. Let’s both give it a go.”

Together, the two men did chin-ups on the bar. It didn’t even bend.

“So what’s left? The rope? Want me to check your knots?”

“Sure.”

Emma blushed as the man turned to her. But he didn’t ogle. His attention was all on the rope work. He checked through everything Diego had done, grabbing the rope to turn her without touching her body. “This nylon you have on her body should hold up, and you’ve got multiple attachment points to even out the stress, so nothing has to support her whole weight.” He ran the scratch rope through his hands. “Good solid hemp, in excellent shape. No weak spots. Never used?”

“I’ve used hemp, but not these ropes, no.”

“Perfect.” Bruce smiled at Emma. “You’re safe as houses.” Then to Diego. “Want an extra hand helping her up?”

“If Laera doesn’t mind.”

Laera rolled her eyes. “I know better than to take my Master away from a chance to play with rope.”

What about if I mind?
But Emma quickly relaxed. She didn’t mind the idea of Bruce helping out. It was probably as close as she wanted to come to a ménage, but the idea of two muscular men showing her attention at the same time was pretty sexy.
Diego is in control. And what we have has a little longevity to it, I hope. If he’s okay with it, I can be okay with it.

“Perfect,” said Diego, looking over at her. She gave him a smile and noticed some tension in his shoulders relax. He was making sure she was okay with it, in his own way, while making sure she didn’t look like she was topping from below.
He knows how much I care about appearances.

“Lie down on the mat, Emma,” said Diego.

“On my front or on my back, Sir?”
I’ll be more covered, on my front.

“On your back.”

“Damn.” She lay down, turning her head to one side because that was more comfortable than sitting straight up.

Laera knelt down on the mat and made eye contact with her. “You’re in good hands,” Laera said.

The two men were doing something with the rope tied to her ankles. Emma was sure she’d never be kneeling submissively while her man played with someone else, no matter how into rope he was.

“And don’t worry, Bruce won’t touch you. Because if he does, I’ll break his hands.” Laera grinned.

Not so submissive after all
. Emma grinned back.

“What’s that, love?” asked Bruce.

“Oh, nothing, Master.” Laera smiled sweetly up at him.

Suddenly, her feet were yanked up until her legs were nearly straight up in the air. The lines attaching them were cinched to one of the rings up at the top of the frame. Diego, she noticed, was doing the tying. Bruce was just watching.

“Now for the rest of her,” said Diego.

Bruce nodded. At a hand signal from Diego, he got the rope that was tied to her corset. Diego got the one tied to her chest harness. They ran them through two of the rings at the top of the frame and then started pulling down. Slowly, she felt herself leave the floor.

“Um.”

“You’re going to be fine,” Laera assured her.

They didn’t lift her very high off the ground, just about four feet or so. Now she was glad she had been lying on her back. She didn’t have to look down, just up at the rope holding her. Bruce and Diego tied off the rope.

“You okay there?” asked Diego.

“I guess. Other than the fact that I’m hanging naked from a beam in a bondage club.”

Diego grinned at her. “So is hanging from a beam naked in a bondage club better than okay or worse?”

Dammit
. “Better. I think.” She never thought she’d be doing anything quite like this.

“Good.” Diego pulled her legs up a little higher and recinched that rope. Then the two men checked each other’s knots. They nodded their approval to each other. Then Bruce clapped Diego on the back and signaled Laera.

“Have fun,” said Laera, getting to her feet. “We’re going to be, um, hanging around.”

Emma winced at the play on words. It didn’t seem the situation to carry on a normal conversation, but she’d decided she liked the other woman. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Laera flashed her a smile and then followed Bruce back to the others. Watching Bruce put his arm around Laera and the way Laera leaned back in, she could tell there was a great deal of affection between the two. She didn’t have time to dwell on that, however. Diego, standing on the far side of her, pushed on her side lightly, and she started to swing.

“Eek!” The motion made her aware of her predicament in a way she somehow hadn’t been. She realized he’d been holding on to her by some of the rope tied around her torso and keeping her still. He caught her as she swung back, and grinned.

“I like your full attention.”

Given that she was helpless, she thought she’d better give it to him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He feathered his fingers over her skin, starting with her shoulders and moving onto her breasts. His touch was so light it gave her goose bumps. “So delightfully wrapped up. And yet, so completely exposed.”

She felt exposed. But maybe people’s attention would be on his rope instead of her bare breasts. And her legs were together, so possibly she wasn’t showing too much. Although the way her legs were raised higher than the rest of her body, she wasn’t sure.

He skipped her rope-covered upper stomach and trailed his fingers over her lower belly and then brushed her thighs. Then he worked back up. She squeezed her legs together tightly. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

His fingers circled her nipples, and they hardened in response. Looking down, she saw them sticking straight up toward the ceiling. He circled closer, finally gripping each nipple between two fingers and kneading them. Her breasts felt extra sensitive. She didn’t know whether that was from the rope or the situation. But each tug and pinch was sending sparks down her spine to her pussy. It was almost too much. She squirmed, and that just made her start swinging again. This time, he didn’t bother to stabilize her, but let the motion create a rhythmic tug on her nipples. She decided to remain very still.

He let go just long enough to clap her soundly on the bottom. Any remaining notion that she was covered below disappeared as his thumb flicked against her pussy with the same motion.
Oh my God
. But even though it made the blood rush to her face, it made her wetter, more aroused. Her pussy felt swollen with need. She thought she wasn’t really at a good angle for anyone to see, unless they walked by. Or maybe—she raised her head to look—the couple on the X-frame. But they were otherwise occupied.

He pinched, hard. She yelped.

“Your full attention, little treasure.” He didn’t sound angry, but he was insistent. “I know you like to be watched. People are watching. But that’s not an excuse for you to look around at the audience. I want you right here, right on me. I can take you further that way. Give you what you want. What you need.”

“And what you need?”

“What I need is you.”

He sounded like he meant it.

He swatted her again. It didn’t hurt much, and it came with a push that sent her swinging. She suspected that was the point. But when she swung back, her pussy encountered his fingers. He slid them inside her. She gasped. The ropes tugged and rubbed against her, but his fingers went in nice and smooth. And when the swinging pulled her onto them, it felt like heaven.

His other hand caressed and plucked at her breasts, which felt squeezed by the ropes above and below them. He bent down to kiss her, taking her breath away. He kept her swinging by stepping back and forth as she moved. She needed to breathe. She needed to come. His lips moved back so she could do the former.

“I’m about to—”

“I know.” He withdrew his fingers. She gasped at the sudden emptiness.

“But—” she protested.

“I will give you an orgasm when I want you to have one and not before. Do you understand?”

She gulped. “Yes, Sir.”
So close.

“Good girl.” He started walking around her, drifting a hand lazily across her body but not touching her in any of the places that ached to be touched. “Tied up like this, you can’t make yourself come, can you?”

She took that as a challenge. And there was his strategically placed knot. She arched her body, trying to get some friction on it. It might rub her raw, but it would be worth it if she could come.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He tugged up on the rope, moving the knot out of contact. “Let’s let you calm down for a moment.”

“But I don’t want to calm down. Sir.”

“But I enjoy winding you up. And I have to start from somewhere.” He pulled on the rope, and when he let go she was swinging again. She couldn’t help but giggle as the sensation recalled childhood memories, strangely at odds with the very adult situation she found herself in. She shrieked as he gave her another push, and the frame made a creaking sound.

Nothing to worry about
. She trusted Diego’s assurance. But it was unnerving nonetheless, and her shriek probably had brought more attention her way. It required a force of will not to look around and see who was watching. She focused on her dom.

“Such a good girl you are. So much fun to play with.”

She glowed at his praise.
Thank you, Sir
. But she didn’t want to talk. She wanted to just soak in every bit of pleasure he gave her and luxuriate in the feeling of his control.

He let go of the rope and walked around her again. He was a predator, stalking his prey. She felt the heat of his gaze on her. That look would have scared her a few days ago. Now she loved it.

He unzipped his pants and rolled a pink condom over his cock. She grinned at the thought that he was going to fuck her, although she wondered at the pink. It was strangely incongruous, a touch of femininity on an oh-so-masculine object. She lifted her head to watch him, to get some clue of what he had in mind as he walked not toward her legs but around the other way. Without warning, he pulled on her hair, forcing her head back—and bringing her mouth level with his cock.

Here, in front of everyone? Oh yes.

She opened wide. His slick latex-covered cock slid into her mouth, tasting of strawberry. She was sure her cheeks were pink too and felt the blush spread down her neck and to her chest. His balls brushed against her nose. He smelled of musk and man and sex. And she found that she could take him deeper than she expected in the odd position, deeper than she’d ever taken any man before.
Not that I have a lot of experience. I think I’m going to get more
. She was greedy to take in every inch she could.

She forced herself to relax, despite pressure on her gag reflex. He tugged on the collar, lifting it away from her neck, which helped. It was a delicious feeling all its own, having him control her that way. Having his collar around her. The tug sent her lightly swinging again, just an inch or two, but even a little forced his cock farther than she expected. She thought she couldn’t breathe, but then she caught the rhythm as he rocked her gently. The knot on her clit was distracting as she sought his pleasure. She wanted to make him come. She wanted to taste him, even though that was impossible through the latex.
Maybe someday I will.

He pulled back suddenly.

“You can come,” she protested.

“Not and do the other thing I want to do.” He moved around quickly. She was distracted by the movement of his bouncing cock. Then he positioned himself behind her raised legs. He pulled her pussy lips apart, wetting his fingers. He nudged his cockhead against her pussy. It was strange not to be able to spread her legs. He lifted the rope and adjusted it. Then, slowly, he slipped in, fitting snugly inside her.

He slid his thumb along her pussy, wetting it, and then pushed it between the knot and her clit. His thumb was almost as rough as the knot, but it was warm. He thrust forward with his cock and gave her a push with his thumb at the same time. She rocked away and then swung back with force, his cock pressing against her cervix.
So big. So mine.

Each thrust swung her again, and each time she knew she would come swinging back to drive him farther inside.
Right where I want him to be
. Her core coiled up, wanting release. She wondered if this time he’d let her have it, or if he’d hold it back. The thought made her hover on the edge.
Do I want to come, even if he doesn’t want me to?
It seemed like the answer should be of course, but now she wasn’t sure. She wanted to please him. To be pleasing. To be adored and loved. To see herself through his eyes, as the object rather than the subject of her existence, but above all to be the object of his affection.

So she decided to ask.

“Please, Sir, may I come?”

“Come for me, little treasure. Let me
watch
you come.” His thumb pressed hard on her clit, rubbed firmly down, and pushed her over. Or maybe it was his words or the idea of him watching. Her orgasm started in her center but spread outward, feeling like electricity going down her limbs, causing her insides to tighten and release, tighten and release. She heard herself screaming as if it was a distant voice, belonging to someone else entirely and yet so loud it could only be coming from herself.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Makes me want to come too.”

Yes
. Was he asking her for permission? She wasn’t sure she could speak.