Brie Learns Restraint (After Graduation, #5) (16 page)

“No, toriko.” He stopped her spinning, blew out the candle, and lowered her to the floor. She wondered if this was another aspect of her punishment, but as he untied her he explained, “It is not safe to stay suspended in that pose for long.”

The deep indentations of the rope began to burn as the blood rushed back into her skin. Tono eased it by rubbing her down, forcing the blood to return quickly. He laid her across his lap afterwards and meticulously removed the wax from her skin, allowing Brie to bask in the afterglow of the experience.

When he was done, he asked Brie to join him in the shower.

She followed Tono into the bedroom and watched as he shed his kimono, his toned body causing an instant reaction. As he walked into the bathroom, she couldn’t help appreciating his firm ass. Why did he have to be so beautiful?

Brie reminded herself that the Training Center had specifically chosen this Dom for her because he was the embodiment of her top attributes in a man. It was no wonder she was physically attracted to him.

Tono handed her the bar of soap. It slipped out of her hand and she was forced to pick it up from between his legs. Her gaze took in his handsome stature as she slowly stood back up. To calm her unwanted attraction, she turned away and concentrated on replaying the procedure for binding in her mind while she soaped up.

He exited the shower first, as she was rinsing off. She stepped out a few seconds later to find Tono drying his wet hair with a towel. It seemed so natural and cute, as if they’d been a couple for years.

“Join me in bed when you are dry, toriko,” he said as he tossed the towel on the counter, then left the bathroom.

Brie wondered what he had in mind. She quickly dried off, then slipped into bed with him. Tono pulled her close, causing nervous butterflies in her stomach. When she felt his warm breath against her neck, Brie was certain she knew where the night was headed, and wondered if she would be forced to use her safe word.

She couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Tono’s voice was grave as he spoke. “I told you once that my father does not share the same connection with my mother that you and I have experienced.”

Brie shivered as if cold water had been splashed on her at the change in his tone, and only nodded in response.

“My mother is overbearing, incapable of submitting her will.”

Brie stared at the wall and admitted her confusion. “I don’t understand, Tono.”

“Although my father is a Master in the community, he is not Master in his own home.”

She closed her eyes, worried about the answer to her next question. “What does it have to do with us?”

“What you did, although enjoyable, still angered me.”

She turned and gazed into his chocolate eyes. “Tono, I didn’t mean to top you.”

“I understand your heart, toriko, but anything that even hints to it rubs me the wrong way.”

“But you didn’t stop me,” she protested quietly.

“I was controlled by desire,” he replied, stroking her cheek lightly. “Which is something else I do not care for.”

It upset her to have displeased her Master. “I am genuinely sorry, Tono. I never—”

He silenced Brie by kissing her on the lips. “We each have our own triggers, toriko. Now you know mine…”

Ties that Bind

B
rie took the cord and folded it in two. She wrapped it around his wrists, pulling the rope through the loop in the middle. She looked up at Tono and smiled as she pulled it tight. She wound it around his wrist several times and looped it under before starting between his fingers.

Brie laughed when she was done. The knots were different sizes, his fingers spread far apart and the ends dangled unattractively. Still…he was bound and she found it surprisingly sexy.

She lifted his hands up and gently, but forcibly, pressed her body against him so that he lay down on the mat with her on top. Brie felt his rigid cock against her stomach. Obviously he found it as erotic as she did.

It seemed a shame that she had enjoyed an earthshattering release, but he had been denied his. Brie opened his kimono so that his shaft rubbed against her naked skin. Still holding his arms, she whispered, “Don’t move.”

Brie rubbed her abdomen against his hard cock, rocking her hips sensuously. Tono shook his head, but did not resist. She moved against him, increasing the pressure between them. She felt the wetness of his pre-come and moaned, knowing that she was bringing him close. She was drawn to his lips…

Tono gave a deep-throated groan when she kissed him, his manhood spasming between them, but he refused to come. He suddenly brought his bound wrists down around her, capturing her in his embrace. “Do not do that again.”

Although he said it without malice, she wondered at his words. Was he displeased with her?

“Untie me,” Tono insisted after releasing her from his embrace. She fumbled with the poorly formed knots. It took extra time to set him free because of her amateur attempt.

Once free, he stood up. “Stay.” He left her and retreated to the bedroom. He returned with an armful of rope and the silver ring he used for suspension. She shivered in anticipation.

“This will be demanding on you, toriko. The bindings and pose will challenge your body.”

Her heart sped up, but there was no way she would turn down such an opportunity. “I long to be challenged, Tono.”

He sat down on the mat and laid out the long lengths of jute beside him. He motioned her to him. “Kneel, facing away from me.”

She did as she was asked, her whole body buzzing with excitement. Tono started with her chest, binding it tightly, framing her breasts with the rope. The subtle touches as he pulled and adjusted the rope were hypnotically sensual. This time there was no music, just the slap of the ends of the rope as they smacked the floor with each pass.

He bound her arms one at a time, covering them in a decorative three-inch diamond pattern. He moved down to her abdomen, attaching a rope from her chest as he bound it in the same ornamental pattern.

She gasped softly when he reached between her legs and pulled the rope taut against her clit and up the valley of her ass. He fastened it in the back, pulling it even tighter before tying the final knot. The pressure was arousing, causing her body to react.

“Tono, I’ve wet the jute.”

He chuckled under his breath. “To be expected, little slave.”

He continued down her legs with the diamond pattern. The bindings were tighter than normal, but not challenging. When he had tied off the rope at her left ankle, he told her to lie on her stomach. While she followed his orders, he began fastening the silver ring to the ceiling. He tested it out with his full weight before returning to her.

He pulled her arms back and secured them so that she felt like a swan in mid-flight. Tono lightly caressed her back and thighs before taking her right ankle. He pulled it backward towards her wrist. She lifted her chest off the ground to accommodate the position as he secured her ankle to her wrist. Brie imagined she looked like a dancer with her arms thrown back and a leg gracefully kicked back.

He made it even more challenging when he finished the pose by binding her left ankle to her other wrist. Tono was right. It was a demanding pose, and she hadn’t even been lifted off the ground yet. It was unpleasant to have her body weight centered on her torso and chest.

He ran his hands over her skin again, soothing her with his touch. “Breathe with me, toriko,” he gently reminded. Brie concentrated on matching his breath, staving off the discomfort. He quickly bound the rope at several points and slipped it through the ring. “And now you fly.”

He began slowly lifting Brie off the ground. Instantly, the jute began to tighten and dig into her skin. The tightness around her chest was more acute than before, but there was also a sexual pressure added with the rope resting on her clit.

“Breathe with me,” he reminded her again.

She closed her eyes and forced her body to accept the challenge of the jute. Once Tono had her lifted and secured, his hands returned to her, caressing her skin as he made minor adjustments to the rope.

“As Dom, I am the one in control, little slave.”

“Yes, Tono,” she said as she slowly twisted in the air. She wondered if he was talking about her grinding against his cock.

“What you did provoked me, toriko.”

She looked up at him, unable to tell if he was joking or not. “Tono, I wasn’t trying—”

“I do not care to be topped.” He reached over and slapped her ass with a biting smack. She squeaked, surprised by his move and slightly turned on by it as she swung back and forth from the force of the swat.

Brie squirmed and whimpered as he continued to slap her ass cheeks, making them warm with his punishment. She’d never known the sexual allure of being spanked for misbehavior. It felt like a guilty pleasure, one she knew she should not enjoy, but her wetness exposed her true sentiments.

Tono paused and she thought he was done, but then his hand landed on her warm buttocks again. The tingling feeling on her skin moved straight to her pussy. The next swat really hurt. Brie cried out in alarm. It hurt—oh, god, it hurt—but it was so damn sexy coming from her gentle Master.

“No more topping.”

“No, Tono, no more topping.”

“Now that you have been punished, I will take my pleasure.”

Tono left her side to rummage through an ottoman that also acted as extra storage. He pulled out a plastic mat and laid it under her before picking up a long red candle and lighting it in front of her.

Brie whimpered in pleasure as he dripped some of the hot wax on her tingling buttocks. He slowly moved up her back. She groaned as the wax made thin trails on her skin. He moved to her front and slipped the candle into a tight loop he had created previously with the rope.

Tono grabbed Brie’s chin roughly and kissed her as melted wax dripped onto her shoulders. Her pussy pulsed against the jute and she moaned loudly.

He untied his kimono and moved behind her. Brie’s loins contracted in anticipation. Tono ran his hands over her body, caressing the skin, sliding them over the rope until his fingers rested on the slick jute binding her pussy.

He put one hand on her ass. Although she could not see his actions, she knew what he was doing because of his jerking movements and low grunts. Knowing Tono was masturbating on her was an incredible turn-on.

Another drip of burning wax hit her shoulders just as he groaned and hot liquid covered her ass and pussy.

“Yes, Tono, yes…” she moaned.

After he was done he pushed on her thigh, causing her to twist around slowly on the rope. Brie closed her eyes and took in the extreme sensations of constricting jute, the pull of gravity, hot wax, warm semen and flying…

She heard the clicking of a shutter and opened her eyes to see Tono taking photos of her. She managed a slight smile before she closed her eyes, moving towards the promise of spiritual flight, but Tono pulled her back.

“No, toriko.” He stopped her spinning, blew out the candle, and lowered her to the floor. She wondered if this was another aspect of her punishment, but as he untied her he explained, “It is not safe to stay suspended in that pose for long.”

The deep indentations of the rope began to burn as the blood rushed back into her skin. Tono eased it by rubbing her down, forcing the blood to return quickly. He laid her across his lap afterwards and meticulously removed the wax from her skin, allowing Brie to bask in the afterglow of the experience.

When he was done, he asked Brie to join him in the shower.

She followed Tono into the bedroom and watched as he shed his kimono, his toned body causing an instant reaction. As he walked into the bathroom, she couldn’t help appreciating his firm ass. Why did he have to be so beautiful?

Brie reminded herself that the Training Center had specifically chosen this Dom for her because he was the embodiment of her top attributes in a man. It was no wonder she was physically attracted to him.

Tono handed her the bar of soap. It slipped out of her hand and she was forced to pick it up from between his legs. Her gaze took in his handsome stature as she slowly stood back up. To calm her unwanted attraction, she turned away and concentrated on replaying the procedure for binding in her mind while she soaped up.