Bound by You (Secret Wishes) (2 page)

Cold metal clamps closed over my wrists, holding me securely in place. Then my legs were lifted, one at a time, and strapped to padded leg extensions. I heard the scrape of metal against metal and the leg supports moved, spreading me wide.

Oh God
. Was this the part where he started inserting painful objects into my vagina?

“Pretty and pink.” He slid a finger inside me. “Mmm, nice and tight. It’s good to know you’re not some slut with a big sloppy cunt, but my cock’s gonna stretch you some. I bet you’ll dig that.”

I whimpered, horrified when I felt the first signs of arousal begin to drip from my pussy. His carnal laughter caused my face to heat. Tears leaked from my eyes. He got up and moved around behind me.

“You like this.”

It was too horrible to admit. “No, I want to go home. Please, don’t do this.”

“Too late. It’s as good as done, and I’m going to glut myself on your sweet body until I can’t take it anymore.” He yanked the sack off my head. “Keep your eyes closed, cupcake. If you see my face, I won’t be able to let you go.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. At least he was thinking about letting me go.

“Now, lean forward. I’m going to replace the sack with a mask, just in case you’re tempted to peek.”

I did as I was told, grimacing at the sound of those fucking bells. He buckled a leather mask around my head, blocking out all the light.

“You know, they say the blinds’ other senses are much more pronounced. We’re about to find out if that’s true. Lean back.”

I inhaled sharply as his hands skimmed gently up my inner thighs. I expected him to be rough, but he was just the opposite, fingers tracing designs on the delicate skin until I was quivering.

“You’re creaming for me, princess, and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”

And then his hot breath beat against my most intimate parts, his lips barely skimming the sensitive flesh. His big hands curved around my thighs as his thumbs slowly caressed the crease of my legs before moving to stroke my engorged labia.

Ah jeeze
. Was he trying to make me come? I was humiliated that he could wrest a response from me. I knew that was the point, but did he really think it would make it all better if he made me come?

“Look at that pussy weeping for me. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Gooseflesh broke out all over my body at the husky sound of his voice. He spoke in whispers. Why? To disguise his voice? Was someone I knew doing this to me? And if so, who? I’d never revealed this particular fantasy to anyone, not even Jess, the man I’d been seeing for the past few months. It was too embarrassing, admitting you wanted to be taken, to give up all control.

He lowered his mouth, swiped his tongue across my clit, and I nearly came out of the seat. Or would have if I wasn’t strapped down. No man had ever eaten my pussy like this, sucking on my swollen lips, tugging them with his teeth, licking me everywhere but where I most wanted it, where I needed it.

His voracious mouth nibbled and licked, then moved to the opening of my vagina to sip the copious juices he’d set to flowing. He made pleased, greedy sounds in the back of his throat, almost as though he were purring as he sipped the fruits of his labor. I tried not to pant and moan, tried not to grind myself against his mouth, but I couldn’t help myself.

When he pushed two fingers into my traitorous body, I went rigid with the beginning of an intense orgasm. He stood, pressing the head of his cock against my pussy, and drove into me hard. I began to shudder, thrusting with him.

“Oh God.”

Shrieks of merciless culmination accompanied the sound of Christmas bells, yet he gave me no quarter. I couldn’t say how long it went on. He just kept pumping and pumping—harder, faster, deeper—until I lost count of the number of times he forced me to come. Once wasn’t enough. His fingers on my clit assured I’d obey.

“Again,” he demanded. And snatched the tinkling nipple clamps off.

“Ohmygod!”

My screams echoing off the cement walls seemed to drive him into a frenzy. I thought I might actually pass out from the brutally intense pleasure. I heard his final grunt of satisfaction as he drove into me one last time, bellowing his own release. I sobbed in relief that it was finally over. He pulled out slowly and gave me a sharp smack on my inner thigh.

“Man, you came so hard I thought you were gonna break the straps.” He left me for a moment, and I heard water running. A soft, warm cloth touched my sensitive flesh, and he began cleaning me. “Gotta keep Miss Puss clean.”

That’s when it dawned on me he hadn’t used a condom. I was a stickler about condoms. Jess and I both got tested before we became sexual and made a commitment of exclusivity for as long as we were seeing one another. I was clean, and there had been no others, but I couldn’t say that about my abductor. I would have to tell Jess what had happened to me, and I would have to be tested again. Would he still want me after this? Especially if I told him how this man had forced on me the most intense orgasms of my life? I felt the heat of a full-body flush wash over me at the thought, and he chuckled.

“What do you know, you can still blush.” He patted my thigh again. “Don’t worry, baby, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t have a blush left in you.”

Chapter Two

The only recovery time he allowed was the few minutes it took to release the straps that bound me. I was unceremoniously pulled to my feet and led to yet another cunning torture device.

“Bend over.”

Despite the whisper, I knew it was a command I dare not defy. My belly pressed against cool, padded vinyl. He knelt behind me, cuffing my ankles to the legs of the contraption. A shudder of fear rippled down my spine as he ran a finger down the crease of my ass. I’d never experienced anal sex, and I was afraid of what he might do. He hadn’t hurt me yet, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

“Stretch out your arms so I can lock you in place.”

He cuffed my wrists to padded extensions and spread them apart and then . . . nothing. The silence was almost as terrifying as my fear of an ass fucking. Where the hell was he?

Sound—behind me somewhere. The clinking of metal against metal. Oh Jesus. Then he was behind me again, and something warm and oily dribbled between the cheeks of my ass.

“What—?” I stopped. He’d told me no questions.

“I told you I’d ask the questions, little girl.”

The stinging bite of leather bit into my bare ass. “I’m sorry, sir!” Two more strokes had me shuddering.

“Don’t forget again.”

I moaned as his tongue licked the hot spots left behind by the flogger. My cheeks clenched, and he chuckled. Would he take all of my secrets from me? His finger was back, spreading the heated oil, teasing my untried anus. It slid inside easily, aided by the scented oil.

“Nice and tight, just like your pussy. Have you ever had a dick up your ass?”

“No, sir.” He finger-fucked the tender opening. It felt . . . unexpectedly erotic. Just as I’d imagined.

He quickened his pace. “More?”

I gasped at the sensations coursing through my body. Dark. Erotic. Forbidden. And I wanted it like I’d never wanted anything before.

“Yes.”

He uttered that wicked laugh and gave me another digit, sinking deep.

“I have something special for you, princess. I think you’re really going to like it.”

His fingers retreated, and moments later something cool pressed against the tiny opening. It was long and narrow, gliding into me with no effort at all.

“Now comes the good part.” He said it as casually as if we were watching a familiar movie. I heard a hissing sound, and the plug in my butt began to expand. “It’s inflatable.” He patted one of my cheeks. “Once it’s been in for a while, this sweet little ass will be ready to take my dick.” Satisfied with the level of expansion, he gave it a little tap. “In the meantime—”

A moment later, his cock tapped against my mouth. “Open up and suck it.”

His tone clearly said he’d brook no refusal. I opened my mouth, and he thrust inside, pressing against the back of my throat. I gagged.

“I can see I’m going to have to teach you how to suck cock.” His hand fisted in the hair at the back of my head, holding it up. “When you feel me starting to go deep, you swallow. Keep your head up. Got it?”

I couldn’t answer with my mouth full of dick, so I nodded. He began again, thrusting gently, giving me time to get used to having such a large cock in my mouth. He went deep, and I swallowed, taking him into my throat. It felt as though I was strangling, but he withdrew quickly.

“Keep going, that’s right.” He gave my hair a sharp tug. “Come on, move your head, don’t be lazy, suck me.”

After a few more tries, I finally adjusted to the rhythm of his thrusting cock, swallowing as he went deep. His breath was coming in sharp bursts, and he moaned. He was going to come, and I knew he’d make me swallow, which was something I’d never done before.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Suck me. Take that cock deep, gobble it up.” He held my head tightly in place and thrust one last time, shouting as he came. “Swallow it, every last drop.”

Semen shot down the back of my throat, warm, salty, slightly bitter, and I swallowed every last bit, licking him clean.

“Good girl,” he said on a sigh. “Now, let’s let you rest for a bit.”

I was relieved when he released me from my bonds and led me to a comfortable chair. When he sat me down, the plug lodged in my ass shifted. I gasped. My pussy clenched, and I could feel the cream dampen my thighs. He cuffed my wrists together and attached them to a chain. He left without a word, the lock on the door clicking loudly. He’d take my ass when he came back, and while I was fearful, I knew I wanted it. I shifted in the chair, each move causing the plug to dig into my tender flesh. Whoever he was, he certainly knew what he was doing.

I couldn’t wait until he got back.

* * *

I must have dozed because I didn’t hear the door open or the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. The scrape of a chair being dragged across the cement floor woke me.

“Time to wake up, princess. I brought you some dinner. Gotta keep your strength up.”

It smelled heavenly. Rich. Piquant. Tomato-based.

“Open up.”

I opened my mouth, and he fed me a bite. Lasagna, my favorite. Perfectly textured with melty cheese, spicy pepperoni and sweet Italian sausage. I didn’t even try to hold back a moan of approval as I chewed. I’d never had better lasagna, except for the chef’s at Giovani’s, or maybe the time Jess had cooked for me. He used pepperoni and crumbled sweet Italian sausage, too. Behind my mask, my eyes narrowed. Was it possible?

I shook my head. No way. Not Jess. We’d only been seeing one another for a short period of time, and he was definitely not the fantasy-fulfilling type. Besides, last night was the first time we’d made love. Sweet as he was, Jess was strictly vanilla sex. Still, I had a distinct impression I knew my abductor. Dare I take a chance and ask?

“Sir?”

I made my voice sound as meek as possible as he licked a dollop of tomato sauce from my breast. He paused in his ministrations and sighed.

“You want to ask me a question, pet?”

“If it’s allowed, sir.”

He pushed my legs apart and slid two fingers into my pussy. Despite the slickness there, it was a tight fit. The inflated plug in my ass would make anything a tight fit, and I hoped he didn’t intend to put his mammoth cock in my pussy while I was so full. He finger-fucked me slowly, making me wait for his answer.

“You’ve been an obedient little slave so I’ll allow you one question.”

He unhooked the chain from my cuffs and pulled me to my feet. “You can ask while I prepare you for the next session.”

I almost asked, “Next session?” but caught myself and concentrated on not tripping as he led me to the next device. Chains rattled, and I heard a creaking sound. Was he going to lock me in a cage? Another bolt of fear shot through me. I couldn’t tolerate confined spaces. It was why I lived in a converted loft in the warehouse district.

“There’s a box in front of you. Step up onto it.”

A box? What in God’s name was he going to do to me?

I found out soon enough as my cuffed hands were pulled out and up, attached to something over my head. Next came a wide, padded leather strap around my back. This too was attached to chains on either end, cupping my back. I was shaking now. I knew what he was doing, had seen a similar device in a BDSM movie.

He wrapped a similar strap around one of my thighs, lifting it high. Soon, I would be suspended in the air, and he would fuck me, swinging me back and forth on his cock. I didn’t bother to ask if he’d remove the plug. I knew damn well he wouldn’t.

“Ask your question, princess, because the fuckin’s about to start, and I can’t promise I’ll be able to answer once I get inside this tight pussy.”

He attached the strap to my other thigh, and I was hanging, arms raised, thighs spread wide. I heard the sound of a chair rolling across the floor, and my heart thumped in anticipation. He was going to eat my pussy before he fucked me.

“D-do I know you, sir?”

He chuckled, his breath warm against my exposed cunt. He licked me from perineum to clit.

“I’m sure you think you do, but trust me, you don’t have a clue about who I am.”

As I pondered that nonanswer, his lips closed over my clit and began to suck. The feeling was so intense, I tried to swing away from him.

“You don’t pull away from me,” he growled. “Ever.”

“Owww!” I howled as his palm connected with my bare ass.

He stood, his foot connecting with the chair. It rolled away, crashing against the wall. Over and over, his hand landed on my bottom, heating my tender flesh. The more I thrashed and cried, the faster he spanked me. I was creaming hard, wishing he’d fuck me—just ram that big old cock into my cunt and fuck me until I screamed.

He did.

He might have entered me gently, giving me an inch at a time, allowing me to adjust to the fullness, but I’d tried to evade the strong suckling of my clit, so he took me in one hard, deep thrust.