Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) (12 page)

The pressure rose higher. “Just a minute more Master, please.”

“
No, Krista,” he said, pulling her hair again and reaching around with his other to stroke her clit. “Come NOW!”

Thrusting madly, Tyler emptied his cock for the second time that evening as Krista’s orgasm convulsed around him, spurring him on to new heights of pleasure. He loved the way her body clenched him rhythmically, loved that she had pushed herself to comply with his command.

Krista and Tyler took a shower and sat at the kitchen table, eating the leftover spaghetti and drinking wine as they talked.

“
It feels weird to be asking you this, but what’s your name?” She figured she should start with the basics and work from there. “I mean, your whole name.”

Tyler finished chewing the food in his mouth and swallowed before answering her. “I guess you are probably feeling a bit in the dark,” he said. “My name is Tyler Hale. I’m thirty two years old, born on October twenty ninth, a Scorpio, not that I’m big into astrology, but it’s one of those things. What about you?” he asked, twirling another bite of the spaghetti.

“
I’m Krista. Krista Hamilton,” she said, glad to finally know something about him. “I’m twenty eight years old, born on July 3
^rd
, a Cancer.” Krista swallowed, audibly, nervous now that there was no sex to hide behind. She’d never exactly been popular, always shy and a bit introverted. “So, what do you do?”

“
You,” Tyler said coyly. Krista rolled her eyes and opened her mouth as if to argue. “Just kidding,” he said, raising his hands, palms out to ward off the daggers from her eyes. “I own Chained. Plus a few other clubs of similar design around the country.”

“
So you’re pretty big into this whole BDSM scene, then?” she asked.

“
Yeah, kind of,” Tyler said. “I mean it’s been a while since I’ve had a sub of my own, but you could say that.”

“
What else do you like to do?” Krista asked.

“
I like to read,” Tyler said, “and I like sports of course. I also like hiking and watching game shows on TV.”

“
Seriously?” Krista asked. “What’s your favorite game show?”

“
Jeopardy,” Tyler said without batting an eye.

“
Oh my gosh,” Krista said. “I used to watch that every day when I was a kid because my mom had a crush on Alex Trebek. At first I hated it and thought it was dumb, but then I released my inner nerd and got into it. I even joined the Scholarbowl team at my school.”

“
Wow,” Tyler said, trying to fit Krista into the image of a nerdy school girl. The two just didn’t work. “I just can’t picture you as a nerd. Quiet maybe, but not nerdy. Besides, you’re too sexy to be a nerd.”

“
Thanks,” Krista said, laughing. “But I wasn’t always. In fact, you would die if you saw my school pictures from the 4
^th
to 9
^th
grades.”

“
I find that hard to believe,” he said, sipping his wine and pushing the empty plate away.

Krista stood and walked over to one of the bookshelves against the hallway pulling a book from the very top. She rubbed a thin layer of dust off, opened it about half-way through and walked back to the table. Setting the book in front of Tyler, she pointed at one picture in particular.

Tyler burst out laughing, bending down for a closer look. “I take it back,” he said. “You definitely were a nerd.”

Krista looked down at the picture, remembering how proud she had been of the way she’d styled it that day. She had hairsprayed her bangs straight up, nearly three inches before letting them fall down in front of one eye. At the time, she’d had no idea that it looked like a rooster’s comb or some crazy kind of hair experiment gone awry. She also was wearing bright red lipstick that clashed horridly with the weird orange shirt she was wearing. More importantly, her teeth were about three sizes too big for her mouth.

Determined to get it all out of the way since she’d already started down the path of self depreciation, she flipped the page and pointed at another horrible picture, and said, “Fifth grade.” She flipped a few more pages, pointing to another picture. “Oh and there I am at the Regional Scholarbowl Championships with my 6
^th
grade team. I won top scholar that night for answering the most questions correctly They gave me a free ice cream cone when we went to dinner on the way back.”

Flipping through the book, she laughed as she explained the circumstances behind each photograph. Tyler thought it unusual for a woman to be so relaxed about not looking their best. He’d never met a woman who would willingly have shown him the pictures he’d seen tonight. Yet Krista had laughed at herself easily, obviously comfortable with who she was and who she had been. It was if she was proud of the things about her childhood that separated her from the “in” clique.

Krista flipped a page and Tyler whistled at the transformation between 10
^th
and 11
^th
grade. A skinny, lanky figure had turned into toned, nicely rounded curves. Her face had finally caught up to teeth and a nose that had seemed too big. It was a complete metamorphosis from awkward child into sexy young woman.

Krista looked at her 11
^th
grade picture and attributed a large part of the difference to the fact that she’d figured out how to properly apply make-up. Always before she’d ended up looking like a clown, taking advice from her mother such as “there’s no such thing as too much blue eye shadow” and “you have the perfect skin tone; it goes with every color”. She loved her mom, but neither fashion nor make-up were at the top of her mom’s strengths.

“
No offense,” Tyler said, scooting away from the table “But you’re like a real-life version of the ugly duckling story.”

Tyler pulled Krista up as he rose and pulled her towards the couch. As he sat, he pulled her down on his lap.

“
That’s me, Tyler,” Krista said, “a beautiful swan.” She suddenly realized that she had never called him by his name before. It had always been Master or Sir. She wondered if he would be okay with it. Truthfully, it was a little hard to remember to always say Master.

Krista thought about the easy conversation they’d shared. It would have become strained if she was forced to maintain a submissive persona and she was glad she had forgotten. With this understanding came the realization that she was not one hundred percent submissive and that she didn’t want to be. In the bedroom was fine, but she was too strong to let this take over her entire personality.

“
Tyler,” she said his name again, taking a deep breath. “I think we should talk.”

Tyler lifted his hand and pressed his finger against her lips. “Shhhh,” he said, knowingly. “I know what you are thinking and its okay. I like being in charge in the bedroom, but I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s whole life. I’m really looking for someone who matches me, submissive to my dominant side, sure, but with the strength to be their own person. Any doormat can be submissive. That’s not what I’m looking for.”

“
Really?” she asked. “I mean…” Krista blanked. She hadn’t expected him to say that or for her to feel so glad to hear him say it. “I just thought…” She gave up and took a second to gather her thoughts.

“
I wasn’t expecting that,” she started. “I guess I figured that you would want to be in charge of everything. That that was how you got your kicks.”

“
A good Dom doesn’t need to be in charge of everything Krista,” Tyler said, looking into her eyes openly and honestly. “A good Dom doesn’t need to abuse, or humiliate their subs either, although that’s what some subs really want. A good Dom cares for his sub, taking both of them to heights of pleasure that usually are not explored openly. A good Dom reads his sub, pushing her past her limits, bending but not breaking. Most importantly, a good Dom has a healthy self-esteem and does not need to truly damage his sub either emotionally or physically to increase his own self worth.”

“
So how does that tie into all the whips and chains?” Krista asked curiously. She had to admit, she was impressed by what he said and how he felt.

“
Did any of the things we did truly hurt you?” Tyler asked.

Krista thought about everything for a moment and then shook her head.

“
No not really,” Krista said.

“
What did you feel?” Tyler questioned. “Think about it for a second and tell me what you really felt.”

Krista went over everything she had experienced in her head.

“
Some of the things hurt, at least momentarily,” Krista said. “But the pain amplified the pleasure. Sort of like the reason for evil is to show how good, good really is. That’s a bad analogy. Nothing about what we did was evil. I should have said that it’s like the saying that the bad things that happen in our lives help us to appreciate the good things. No, that’s not a good analogy either.”

Krista opened her mouth, trying to explain what she meant without sounding like she was comparing it to something bad. It hadn’t been bad. What they’d shared had been amazing, wonderful. She didn’t want Tyler thinking that she thought it was evil or any such equivalent. Unfortunately, she was rambling now and she had to get it under control.

“
I know what you mean,” Tyler interjected, grinning. “Stop trying so hard. I’m not going to take offense and just so you know, it’s adorable when you ramble.”

Krista sighed, rolling her eyes.

“
It’s just that all of this is so far beyond what I’m used to. I have no frame of reference.”

“
That’s understandable,” Tyler said as he nuzzled under her ear. “It’s a big adjustment. You have to understand that Americans in general are sexually repressed. Everything we have been taught from the time we were children strengthens this repression and most people are too terrified of being ostracized to seek out what they really want.

“
As a result, they push those feelings down and bury them behind carefully constructed walls of propriety. Any urges that are out of the ordinary or do not fit in with society’s norm are relegated to fantasy, where we think about them while masturbating, or during boring, routine sexual experiences. What’s really sad is how different the world would be, how much happier humanity as a whole if we could all just admit what we really want, if we could go out and fulfill our needs with a person or people that want the same things without shame or consternation. I really believe it would change the world. That’s why I opened my club.”

Krista listened to Tyler’s impassioned monologue. Clearly, he really believed it. Not just as some sort of perverted bedroom play, but as a root to a deeper sense of happiness. Krista examined her feelings and the things she had felt since all of this started and had to agree that she had never felt so happy before. Sure great sex had that effect on most people, but this was the first time in her life that she had ever felt free to be herself. To say what she thought, how she felt and what she wanted. It was strange that giving up control could bring such a feeling of freedom.

Krista relaxed and put her head on Tyler’s shoulder. Her thoughts spun randomly as exhaustion claimed her. Eyelids drooping, she snuggled into Tyler’s shoulder, secure in herself and safe.

Krista blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the morning light filtering through the curtains in her bedroom as her stomach rumbled. The smell of bacon and coffee teased her as she stood and slipped into a black satin robe. When she made her way to the kitchen, she was thankful she’d gone to the grocery store last night on her way home from work or they’d be forced to eat pop tarts for breakfast.

Walking slowly across the cold kitchen floor, Krista relished the delightful smells wafting from the stove. Even better was the gorgeous man, preparing the food in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. Muscles rippled across Tyler’s back and shoulders as he flipped an omelet in the skillet. Krista almost thought she should pinch herself and make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“
Mmmmmm,” she moaned softly, sliding her arms around his waist and kissing him on one shoulder. “It smells delicious in here.”

Tyler put the skillet back on the stove and turned in Krista’s arms to kiss her on the mouth. “You have perfect timing,” he said as he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Everything is almost ready. Now go brush your teeth. Your breath is awful.” Tyler pushed Krista gently away from him and swatted her on the ass.

“
So you like coffee?” Tyler asked, grinning as Krista moaned after taking a sip of coffee. They’d just sat down to eat and her only focus seemed to be the creamy liquid in her cup. Plus she had three different kinds of gourmet coffee and a top of line espresso/cappuccino maker. When he’d found all of that, he’d figured she had a thing for coffee. But after watching the ecstasy on her face when she took her first sip, he realized that he might have underestimated the magnitude of the affair.

“
Oh yeah,” Krista said. “Me and coffee go way back. I found early on that my feelings about it were deeply intense and unwavering. It’s the only relationship in my life that has lasted more than a few months. Of course it’s the only relationship I’ve ever had that never disappoints me and always gives me exactly what I need.”