Bondage Wedding (14 page)

His cock sliding in and out of her mouth was the most decadent sensation. One hand on her arm and the other in her hair felt wonderful. After a few moments, her breathing quickened with arousal. She needed him inside her. A pull along her scalp drew her mouth away from him.

“Good girl. You’ve pleased your Master. Do you want me to fuck you, Amanda?”

“Yes. I need you inside me.”

“I was just inside your mouth. Where would you like me now?” His fingers pulled and pinched her nipples while he waited for her response.

“In my bottom.”

“Your ass?”

She tried to jerk away from him. “No, my…pussy.”

“As you wish, subbie. We can wait for another time to take your ass.”

“Or we could forget the idea completely.”

James laughed. “Who is in charge, subbie?” he asked as he opened the condom wrapper and rolled it over his cock.

“You are, Master, but we need to discuss those limits you were talking about earlier.”

“Once you admit you are truly my submissive, we will discuss all kinds of things.” He took her shoulders into his hands. “Climb on up.”

It was considerably more awkward with her hands behind her back, but he steadied her. As he slid inside her pussy, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed. He grabbed her about the waist and slid her along his cock. “Squeeze me, Amanda. Oh, girl, you feel so tight. Arch your back. I want to play with those gorgeous tits some more.”

He was filling her completely. His hands on her boobs had her moaning. He knew exactly how to make them come alive. His touch was tender, yet rigorous. The pleasure bordered on pain and it drove her crazy with need. “I want to come.”

“Then ask me.” His voice, rough and demanding, seeped into her soul and she knew.

He was right, she truly was submissive. “Please, Master, may I come?” She should have been scared, freaking out. This was her worst nightmare coming to life, but she had James to see her through. She had faith in him to keep her safe. Where she’d never completely trusted anyone in her life, she trusted James.

James moved his right hand down to her clit and began stroking her. “Show me you’ve accepted your submission. Come for me, my love.” He pinched her clitoris.

Amanda screamed as the release she’d fought so hard for washed over her. She shook her head, her breath coming in panting gasps as her world shattered around her. James took her shoulders and pulled her down onto his chest. As the aftershocks continued to pleasure her, he released the clip holding the cuffs together and allowed her arms to swing free.

James rolled over, flipping her onto the bed. “Get on your knees and elbows.”

After she complied, he grabbed the chain from earlier and bound her hands to the headboard.

“You have a phenomenal ass and I want to see it as I fuck you. Wrap your hands around the chain. This is going to be hard and fast. I have half a mind to spank that sweet ass of yours for teasing me to distraction. That mouth of yours had me close to coming. Will you suck me off, Amanda, and swallow my cum?”

“Yes, Master.” It still felt weird to utter that word, but if it made him happy she could do it for him.

His hand moved along the juncture between her ass and thigh. “There are nerve bundles that run in this region that can only be stimulated using firm pressure. Like a spanking. Some women get freaked out because they find it arousing when it’s actually a natural, physical response. The stinging along the skin brings blood rushing to the area including your pussy. More blood flow means stronger arousal. When you’re ready, I’d like to show you. Will you think about it?”

He was asking to hit her. If she had a brain left in her skull, she would jump off the bed and run for the hills. Her body went rigid as fear moved through her. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was afraid of. A spanking wouldn’t cause her permanent harm. It wasn’t like one of her mom’s boyfriends taking his fist and pounding the crap out her. But in some ways it was worse because he was asking her permission.

“Calm down, Amanda. I only asked you to think about it.” His hand pressed firmly and rubbed her ass.

The wetness in her pussy grew. Could he be right about that too? It was too frightening to contemplate. She knew one day she would let him. Her stupid curiosity wouldn’t allow her not to. Her mind would turn it over and over until she obsessed about it.

“You’re safe with me, Amanda. Do you believe that?”

“Yes.” She knew beyond any doubt that she had entered the rabbit hole. Unlike Alice, she had James to lead her through it.

“Good girl. Ask me to fuck you, Amanda.”

“Please, Master, fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” James poised himself at her opening. “Push back, Amanda.”

As she move backward and he slid deeper inside, her breath quickened. He filled her completely. After a few slow, torturous strokes, he began slamming into her pussy. His left hand circled her breast and began to play with her nipple. It was tender, but oh so responsive.

The breath rushed from her body. His assault was rough and sexy, demanding she focus completely on his actions. His other hand ran up and down her back and ass. “You belong to me, Amanda. Your body responds to me. It wants my attention.”

He was speaking the truth. He owned her body. Of that she had little doubt. He knew exactly how to bring her pleasure and so much more of it than she’d ever dreamed possible.

“Please let me come, James. I need to come again.”

“Yes, my beautiful subbie. As soon as you ask me properly, I will allow it.”

Properly
?

He pushed her left tit toward her right then grasped both nipples in one hand. “Ask correctly, subbie.”

She was so hot, she ached. If he didn’t touch her clit soon she wouldn’t survive. “Please, Master, please let me come.”

“Close enough,” he chuckled. He moved his hand from her ass to her clit and began a slow, firm caress. “You may come at any time, Amanda.”

Another stroke, then two and they both came together. The pulsing of his cock heightened her orgasm. Her body accepted his dominance and flew that much higher because of it. She’d never made love in this position. She found she liked it. It was all encompassing. His arms were wrapped around her and his chest brushed along her back with each slow, sensual stroke he made. As their bodies spasmed and throbbed together, James kissed along her back and shoulders.

James took them over to their sides. “You amaze me with your trust, Amanda. Thank you.”

She had to say it. She owed it to him. “You were right. I guess I knew it all along and that’s why I fought so hard against it.”

“Amanda, why does submitting to me upset you so?” His voice was soft and inquisitive.

“I’m a grown woman capable of standing on my own two feet. I don’t need a man to take care of me, to tell me what to do.”

“You’re right, just as I’m a grown man, yet you feel the need to watch out for me. You’re constantly worried that I’m going to get hurt. I’ve been in more dangerous situations than you can imagine and I’ve always come through it, but you want to protect me. It’s natural to feel those things for someone you care about. So, why would it be wrong for me to take care of you and protect you? Not because you need me to, but because I want to. Taking care of you makes me happy.”

“It’s more than that, James, and you know it. You want me to ask permission before I come and you want me to let you
spank
me.” She whispered the word unable to say it out loud.

“It’s an exchange. You hold all the power. I will only do what you allow. It isn’t abuse, Amanda. It is an erotic exchange of power and control.”

“I’m trying to wrap my head around it, James.”

“I know, Amanda. You’re doing great.” He reached up and released her bindings. “What about our play? Was there anything you didn’t enjoy?”

“No, it was good.” She didn’t like talking about it. It was embarrassing.

“I realize you’re uncomfortable talking about sex, but I’m not a mind-reader. I want each experience to be better than the last. To do that, you need to tell me what you liked and what you didn’t. Think about it while I get a washcloth.”

Amanda couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more at home or relaxed. Her body was still thrumming from the two orgasms he’d given her. James continued to push her to take risks, to go beyond the familiar and safe. Each new experience he gave her
was
more exhilarating than the last. She wondered what would happen if it continued to get better. Considering how mind-blowing it already was, the idea was a little frightening.

James came back in with a warm washcloth. “Open your legs.”

“There’s a word that seems to be missing from your vocabulary. It’s pronounced, ‘please’. Have you ever heard of it?”

He chuckled. “You’re such a brat, but I like that. To answer your question, yes, I’ve heard the word and I use it when it suits my purposes. However, you like it when I take charge and demand rather than ask. Your eyes dilate every time I skip that word.” Very gently, a direct contrast to his gruff stance, he cleaned her pussy.

“You may be right. Butterflies like to fly around my stomach when you go all caveman on me.”

“It took a lot of guts to admit that, Amanda. Thank you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’ve had a long day. Let’s get some sleep and we can discuss this more in the morning.”

Chapter Seven

Amanda awoke to the sound of the shower running. It was still fairly dark in the room and she felt a cool breeze, making her wonder if the glass panels were double-paned or insulated. She turned toward the wall and caught sight of a man standing by the bed. She opened her mouth to scream. Before a sound could escape, her attacker’s hand slammed down, splitting her lip. As he pulled his hand away, she realized he’d taped her mouth shut.

“We’re going to save those beautiful screams until we’re alone.” He held a knife within her view. “Give me your hands.” He pushed the knife into his left hand as he duct-taped her wrists together. Amanda watched as he made several wraps then used the knife to cut it free from the roll. He tossed it onto the bed. “Get up.”

Oh, God.
She was naked. If she could just delay long enough, James was sure to come back into the room. He’d know what to do.

The man she’d seen several times at her apartment complex ripped the blanket off her body. “I knew you were a whore. I watched every tape and couldn’t find you having sex at the club. But you’re nothing but a filthy whore.” He grabbed her roughly by the right arm and pulled her off the bed.

Trying to stall for time, she fell down on her knees and pretended to cry while she worked to get the tape free from her face. The coppery taste of blood coated her mouth and she feared it was shades of things to come. He yanked her hair, forcing Amanda to her feet and dragged her out of the already open door into the backyard.

The air rushing over her body was so cold she started to shiver. She’d never felt more exposed. The decorative rock landscaping cut into her feet. She had to slow him down. If she was taken away from the house, James might never find her. Amanda used the blood and saliva to soak the inside of the tape. Using her tongue she pushed as hard as she could and tried to get it off.

Amanda dropped to her knees. The soles of her feet were sore and she suspected they were cut. She tried to break free from his grip, but he was too strong.

“Get up and start walking or I will start cutting pretty little designs all over your skin.” His voice was chilling. There was no doubt in her mind he meant every word he spoke.

She stumbled to her feet, gingerly walking across the rocks. They hurt so badly and now her knees and shins were bruised and bleeding as well. None of it mattered. Escape and vengeance were her focus. One way or another, she’d make sure he didn’t walk away free from this. No way would he have the chance to do this to anyone else. Oh yeah, anger was a much more manageable emotion.
As they rounded the corner of the house, she knew her time was about up. She saw a panel van parked in front of the neighbor’s house closest to the side yard.

While in school back home, she’d taken a self-defense class. She’d already broken a cardinal rule—she’d allowed her hands to be tied—but it had happened so fast she hadn’t known what else to do. If she got into the van she knew the odds of coming out of this ordeal alive were exceedingly slim.
Eff that
.

As they got to the gate, she lifted her left foot, braced it against the fence and pushed with all her strength backward. She fell onto her back just as James came through the gate from the front yard. Scrambling to her feet, she ripped the duct tape away from her mouth and gasped for air. The man spun around and came toward her with his knife raised in the air. James grabbed the attacker’s forearm then put him in a choke hold.

She cringed, hearing the crack as the attacker rammed his elbow into James’ ribcage. James must have lessened his hold on the man’s arm because he swung the knife down into James’ thigh. James groaned in pain and staggered. Injured and bleeding from his leg, James still continued to fight.

“Amanda, get the hell out of here,” James urged as he smashed his fist into the man’s jaw.

She needed to call for help. The knife was buried to the hilt in James’ leg. Blood was staining his jeans and she was scared to death he would bleed out. This fight needed to end right now. Amanda spotted a rake leaning up against the house. She ran to it, picked it up and slid her hands down near the base. Using all the strength she had, she swung the wooden handle into the back of the attacker’s head. She used such force the last foot and a half broke off and went flying. The man collapsed at James’ feet.

She stepped closer. “James, what can I do?”

Before she heard his answer, she saw a blur of motion coming toward her then pressure on the back of her knees. Amanda fell backward and hit her head on the ground. She heard the pounding of flesh and then James’ voice. “Move again, motherfucker, and I’ll pull the trigger.” She scrambled to her feet to see James holding a pistol to the man’s head. Blood soaked James’ jeans. He had his cell phone out and he was sending a message.