Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (31 page)

He grinned. If she safeworded this, he’d be very surprised.

Chapter Four

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H
e did as he’d said he would.

“Stay there.”

She stayed, her cheek to the cool countertop, her eyelashes brushing the surface when she closed her eyes, with her throbbing ass still mostly naked and available for him to touch, while he tied her hands at her back with a dishcloth. A shivery sensation ran through her, from her pussy to her bare breasts. Adam undressed her, untying the straps and sliding her dress down her body, undoing her bra, then cursing and cutting the straps with a knife. She’d shrugged when he’d muttered about cost.

Everything had gone except for her panties and he hoisted her up so she sat atop the counter. After he reminded her to do so, she spread her legs and kept them there.

“Good girl.”

With those dark eyes of his, he examined her. She imagined they were as dark a brown as one could get in a human. Adam was human. He thought she was not. That was odd. Scary. She’d rather be someone like him. His tousled black hair and thick eyebrows complemented those eyes. Dark as sin, she’d heard him say about something, well...that was him. And he drew her like a magnet. Yet sin was bad and she was sure he was not.

If he was, she wouldn’t love him so.

Love was one of those things she figured you had or you had not.

If it meant wanting to be with someone, always, until the end of time, this might be it.

She was unsure as to why he should tie her hands, until he began to bite her. She couldn’t stop him, no matter how she tried to wriggle, and that made everything spiral out of her control. He bit her neck, the sides of her breasts, her nipples, even her toes, which really made her squeal. Then he centered some alarming bites on the insides of her thighs.

When he had her squeaking and panting like a mad thing, he raised his head and said, “Enough.” The man grinned.

She scowled back, noting all the semi circles left by his teeth on her thighs, breasts, and stomach.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to do more damage.”

That made her shiver. More might be frightening. She did feel pain. It hurt then it became something else as well as the hurting. Then it hurt, same as her bottom still throbbed from the application of the spoon.

When he voiced his threat, her clit had seemed to swell and now she had to resist squirming. With him standing between her legs, he might recall his idea about biting her there.

She wanted to try more, some day, but not now.

Adam was the Magician of Pain, she decided.

“Spread your legs more,” he rasped, then he waited.

Her female parts were down there and that made her feel vulnerable, now that she knew what he could do with her there, but after a few seconds of staring back, she opened her legs more.

“Thank you. I like to see what’s mine.”

“I’m yours?”

“Oh yes, you are.”

“Oh.” His certainty knocked her off center.

“You like that?” He observed her, calm and very male.

“Do the men of this world like to keep women? To own them?”

“Some do. With consent. Some without. That’s called slavery and isn’t for me. Do you like me owning you?”

“You seem so sure you own me but I didn’t say yes.”

“Do you like it?” He persisted, placing his hands on her thighs and holding them. Such fierceness in his question. It made her aware how much
he
liked the idea.

Thinking, she put her tongue to her lip then she smiled. “Yes. I do like this.” Being his satisfied something inside her, made her feel realer than even pain did.

“Good. Then you are mine.”

Then he went to one knee. After pulling her panties aside, he drew a finger along the seam of her pussy and leaned in. His tongue tapped her clitoris and she coughed and sucked in air, shocked by the jolt of pleasure.

“Adam!”

“Hmmm? What have we here?” Using the fingers of both hands, he found the inner edges of her pussy lips and stretched her there, opening her up, while he curled his tongue over her clit.

Her head flopped back. “Oh fuck.” She sighed.

“You swore? Tsk.”

She had. Didn’t care. “Fuck.” She sighed again.

That warm, slippery tongue circling her, toying with that tiny part of her body.

Within seconds she was moaning, within a minute she had her head back even farther as her whole body curved, and she bumped at the slatted louvres behind her. Wriggling, pushing herself forward, she strove to get his tongue on her harder, just...just
there.

“More,” she sobbed.

His tongue stopped moving and he lifted away. She was so close, so close, to what she recognized as an orgasm that she whined and stared down at him.

“You about to come?”

“Mm-hmmm.”

“Not yet. You can hold on a bit longer.”

Her second whine only made him smile, but he reapplied that amazing tongue and wormed a finger up inside her too. He brought her to the shuddery, panting, writhing, brink of ecstasy again then stopped.

Pleading only made him grin. With her hands bound, she was at his mercy. She pouted. She begged again.

Nothing made him relent.

Clamping her thighs on him resulted in him tying her ankles to cupboard handles. The handles seemed flimsy. She threatened to yank them loose only to get threatened with no orgasm in return.

“Be good,” he said, kissing her while handling her breasts. Then he squeezed her nipples, flat. Her mouth fell open and he kissed her again, harder this time. “You have such a pretty cunt when you’re all stirred up. Be still. Be good.”

He backed away. The whole predicament took on a surreal air and she realized she liked this, liked this intensely, and liked knowing he wanted to look at her.

He drank a glass of water while studying her predicament. Just that was enough to keep her on edge. She could tell how swollen she was and when moisture welled from her opening. But she waited, with her legs open and her hands fastened at her back.

“Let’s try this again,” he murmured.

He started slow and gentle, by simply stroking her clit with the tip of his finger while he stood, watching her response. She trembled, ached. This was far too slow, but she’d learned and she didn’t protest, apart from closing her eyes and
feeling
.

By the time he placed his whole mouth over her and sucked on her clit, she was a sweaty and shaking mess. She gulped and blanked out as she hit the climax, with her thighs again trying to clamp onto him despite the restraints.

To her embarrassment, once she’d calmed a little, he brought his slick fingers to her lips and made her suck on two of them. Those had been inside her.

“This is so dirty,” she said, screwing up her nose. “Making me do that.”

“And that makes it so hot to watch you take them in. To obey me even though you think it’s dirty. You have no idea how dirty I can get though.” He winked and slid them into her mouth a second time. “You screamed, a little.” He raised both eyebrows and withdrew his fingers, now wet from her mouth too. “Dirtier and more screaming. My future plans.”

He undid the ankle ties, slipped the gym pants he wore to his ankles, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, tilting her ass higher. Without announcing what he aimed to do next, he shoved his cock into her in one smooth, steady, motion. It took several seconds for him to get from the tip only inside her to where his balls nudged at her ass.

She’d grunted at the shock of his entry, then held her breath until his cock seemed all the way in. It pulsed. Such a perfect fit. She groaned quietly, feeling her inner muscles squeeze in on him, wondering if she would burst if he were a fraction bigger.

He began to slide out.

“Wait. Wait. Ummm,” she began, floundering for speech, only to be silenced by his mouth possessing hers.

When the kissing stopped, there was little she could do except pant, open her legs even wider, and be the place for his cock to fuck.

“You’re not going anywhere, are you?” He thrust in, rougher, harder, creating a wet sound as he slapped against her.

Her eyelids fluttered shut. How good he felt inside her. How easily he’d invaded her.

No words had been exchanged. No new permissions. He’d simply taken what was his.

That was hot.

“All the –” She swallowed and gulped a few breaths before she could continue. “You didn’t ask, if you could.”

He ignored her. Her pussy stretched exquisitely as he plowed her. Her ass shifted backward on the counter and she tried to grab something with her bound hands but there was nothing, no anchor point.

“Ask to fuck you? No. I fuck you when I want to.”

“Oh.”

He clawed her hip, stinging her with fresh bruises, while his other hand held her wrists, and his mouth was at her ear grunting dirty words about where he’d fuck her in future. Such a litany of depravity.

You’re mine. Next time my cock’s going in your ass and your mouth, after I strap you to the window.

Wherever, however else he meant to take her, she lost the words as he pummeled her body.

An oncoming orgasm left her teetering at the edge. She arched and his cock shoved in at a new and better angle. Each slam jarred her.

The last thrust had him plastered to her body, grunting as he came. When he withdrew, she slumped into his arms.

Her soaked panties were stuck to the side of her leg and cum was dripping onto the countertop.

Chapter Five

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O
ver the next week and a half their relationship matured, as some might say. He’d say he fucked her in every room of the house, in every way, and used every implement on her that he could rustle up from his collection of kink. She loved it all, and so did he.

Caning, flogging, clothes pins on her nipples, her labia, her tongue, as well as ripped off in a line as she orgasmed. He’d never had a submissive so addicted to pain. If it made her real, made her come, who was he to argue with her?

She’d definitely decided sex was not a sin.

Every night, when she undressed for bed, he found an excuse to feel her back, to examine her. The red stripes remained but nothing changed. The relief he felt each time was immense.

Was there some reason for his unease? Perhaps. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in a fairytale and one day, he’d turn around and she would be gone, or worse, she’d once more be an avenging angel, and curse him and cast him into Hell. No matter that he knew she gave him permission for all he did to her, no matter that she loved it, that they laughed and shared so many good times outside of the kink...no matter that he was sure he’d fallen in love with her, he dreaded finding out that he was wrong. Perhaps it was he who had cursed her?

They did far more than laugh together, though. He took her shopping, amused at her innocence among clothes shops, of all things. They visited parks and museums, art galleries, markets, went swimming at the beach with her wearing a breathtaking micro bikini that probably gave all the men at the beach heart attacks, and still his soul was torn. He couldn’t bear to think he’d truly harmed her, in any way.

She continued finding little things to do to help others. He’d come home and hear squeals of delight from the riverbank and each day it seemed she recruited more kids to explore the river, or the inside park area, along with several parents. What the hell she told them to get that result, he had no idea. None of the kids fell in the water, despite the lack of fences.

The junkie population dwindled too. When questioned about that, she shrugged and he didn’t push for more. The results were enough.

The only people unaffected, as far as he could tell, were the McDonalds, upstairs. At night, he’d find her hiding, with a pillow over her head, growling to herself, as if going up there and accosting Mr. McDonald himself was her dearest priority. He stopped her.

You couldn’t do that without legal ramifications. The police were called but no complaints were upheld. Disgusting but true.

The boy, Jacob, at least seemed untouched; it was only his mother who suffered. The ups and downs of the stock market were making money a worry for her vicious husband, and she was the one closest to his fists.

“I will talk to Mrs. Jacob tomorrow, again,” Ahnyil told him, folding her arms over her pillow and scowling. Mrs. Jacob had somehow become the woman’s name though she remembered all other names. “This man, he is bad.”

“He is.” He gathered her into his arms. “Sleep.”

He had no work anymore and was in between jobs. The harbor diving work was done. Maybe he could help sort something out for her? He’d tried before, but persistence was a virtue.

In the morning, the first email he read was from Benj, an ex-SAS mate. He wanted Adam to join him in Africa on a week-and-a-half long contract. They’d have to organize protection for a merchant ship. Pirates were still a problem. The pay was great. The time was short. He thought a moment, figured that Ahnyil was able to keep herself healthy and happy for that amount of time, and sent a reply of
Yes
.

The shops were near enough to walk to and she’d made a ton of friends.

A second email was from Jacques telling him Abu still remembered him and was asking if he would consider a job helping at the orphanage.

The offer was stunning, heart-breaking, and incomprehensible. His mouth turned down.

Doing what? They couldn’t pay him. He knew nothing about looking after kids.

The pirate job won out.

He was away a week and a half, plus two days extra travelling time, and he returned to find her prancing around on the riverbank. Just her and Gandalf, the dog from upstairs. He’d texted, she hadn’t answered, but then phones were one of the few things she had trouble mastering. Microwave, yes. Internet, yes. Phones, no.

The job had been the same fuck-up as he’d encountered once before. Weapons provided had been random, assorted stuff from possibly the last Viking invasion, and the pirates had never turned up but some of the crewmen helping had nearly, accidentally, blown his head off. Stupid things like that ruined it. Risking his life was more acceptable when he had experienced people around him. Even Benj had decided to stop doing these.