Adventures of a Spanking Addict (Wicked Leather) (4 page)

My last visit was still fresh on my mind.  Daniel
had invited me to come over to help bake for the holiday.  While we did manage
to spend the day together cooking, I wound up feeling the back end of a wooden
spoon.  He bound me to the kitchen stool, blindfolded me, and then had me test
the different treats we made.  His sensual manner left me filled with a longing
to be near him even more, constantly filled with a sense of anticipation.

He opened the door and rushed me past the front room
and down the hall to his office.  Shoving me hard against the door, he grabbed
my scarf, still wet with snow, pulled me to him and kissed my lips hard. 

“I thought I’d warm you up,” he grinned.

He took my coat and scarf, hanging it in the closet.
I smiled remembering our time in the closet, wondering what was in store for
today. 

“I’m sorry, I still have some work to finish. Do you
mind?”

“No.” I answered, but was slightly disappointed that
I’d have to wait.  The anticipation of things to come were driving me crazy, I
had no idea what would be in store later.

“Why don’t you go ahead and change?”

I started down the hall, and Daniel stopped me.  He
caught me; I had wanted to take a peek around. I grabbed up my overnight bag
and headed towards the bathroom to change.  I quickly changed into a simply
black bikini, flip flops, and an outrageously bright orange sunhat.

Daniel stopped me as I opened the door.

“You’re missing just one thing,” he smiled and
reached out taking off my bright hat. 

“What am I missing?” I giggled. “Are we going to the
beach?”

“Shades.”

Daniel suddenly pulled a small blindfold from his
back pocket.  He looked so serious, working not minutes before, and like a
magician he’s now pulling surprises out of nowhere.

Blindfolded, Daniel led me to the living room where
he had spread a large blanket across a cushion in front of the fireplace.  He
was gentle as he led me to the edge, careful not to let me fall.

“Kneel down, and lay forward,” he was gentle in his
instructions.

As I felt the blankets beneath my hands, I reached
forward laying across the cushion in front of me. I could already feel the
warmth of the fire reflecting on my back.  In the dark, I could imagine the
heat coming from the sun.

“I think you need some oil,” Daniel said as I felt
his fingers untie the back of my top. 

His hands were warm, and he rubbed suntan oil into
my back, lulling me almost to a dream-like state.  The smell of the coconut,
the warmth of the fire, the deep feel of his hands massaging into my back made
me feel as if I had truly left the cold, and ran off to the beach.

His hands trailed further down, kneading, massaging,
and then reached my bikini bottoms, slightly pulling them down.  I shuddered as
the involuntary reactions of my body needing his, his hands being met as I
stretched out further pushing my bottom his direction.

SMACK!

SMACK!

His hand was sudden, from smooth manipulations of
flesh to the fire of stinging slaps. I gasped, moving forward, and yet, being
held back by the grip of his other hand on my arm. 

SMACK!

SMACK!   

The burn was intense; his hand would smack and slide
on the oil. Daniel stopped and massaged the red marks he had made. He scraped
his fingernails across the top, scratching the surface of my skin.  I wanted to
scream out.  He seemed to stop and compare the rosy glow he had made.

“One more,” he said. “To even things up.”

SMACK!

With one quick move he pulled my top out from under
me, the movement caught me off guard, and I jerked to move out from under him. 
His weight was too much, he pushed forward leaving me pinned to the ground; his
breath was hot on the back of my neck.

“We’re not finished, yet,” his voice growled into my
ear.

I lay still as he trailed the strings of my top down
my back, feeling indulged by his attention. His hands moved down my arms,
pulling them behind me, touching.  With a snug pull, I found myself tied, wrist
to wrist, behind my back with my own top.

“You can’t get away.”

Daniel moved forward, cupping his hands under my
arms and turning me fully towards him.  The pull of the string on my wrist,
caused me to arch forward, wantonly, as I struggled to pull back. His lips
crushed mine as our bodies melded together, his strength and closeness almost
too much to bear. I felt exposed, and the intimacy of exposure, of his lips
crushing mine, was like opening a part of my soul.

I gasped for air, and pulled away again.  I
struggled against my own inner fears, afraid of the power of such intimacy.
Daniel pulled me closer, forcing me to experience every detail of his touch. 

Keeping me firmly close with one hand, Daniel
reached down between my legs, pulling them apart.  Expert at manipulation, his
fingers slid further into my wetness, my cries were muffled by Daniel’s lips on
mine.

He pushed his legs between mine, his hard cock
throbbing against me. His arms moved forward pushing my shoulders back against
the floor.  With my hands beneath me, I struggled only to find my hips being
pushed forward as he entered me.   

Daniel pushed forward, his lips so close to mine
that I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

“I told you.  You can’t get away.” He breathed as I
melted under his firm control.

Daniel fell forward with a final thrust, collapsing;
I reveled in the closeness as he nuzzled my neck with his lips and reached up
to pull the blindfold off.

He pulled over to the side, keeping a firm hold and
pulling me closer to him. His fingers trailed softly down my sides, drinking in
the sight of my naked exposure to him, almost greedily, hungrily, as if still
slightly unsatisfied. The idea made shudder, and he pulled me closer, reaching
around to untie the binds around my wrists.

His tenderness whispered to my soul, as he pulled my
wrists up gently to his lips, kissing them and looking them over carefully.  I
craved the spankings, the danger, but in the end, he would never hurt me. 

“Chloe,” he said as I snapped out of my thoughts.
“Why don’t you stretch out here and enjoy the heat.” He glanced over at the
fireplace. “I’ll get us some drinks.”

“Sounds lovely. Thank you.”

The warmth of the fire must have lulled me to sleep,
and I awoke to the smell of coffee. Daniel had covered me with blankets and I
had no idea how long I had slept.

“These trips for you must be getting to be quite an
ordeal.” Daniel said as he handed me a cup of coffee.

As I started to protest, Daniel smiled and pushed a
small box in my direction.  I jumped quickly, excited like a small child, and
grinned back at Daniel.  It was a small gray box with a black ribbon. 

“What is it?”

I opened the box slowly to find a key attached to
another black ribbon. I pulled it out, and smiled at Daniel.

“It’s a key to the house. I thought we might take
the next step in our relationship. Maybe I haven’t been clear enough.”

“You mean, move in?”

“Come and go, or move in, the options are open. The
choices are all up to you. They always have been.”

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5
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It was difficult to get a lot of work done the
following morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at Daniel’s
house that night.  I was tired from the lovemaking, but felt a sweet tingling
each time I thought of our time together.  I no longer felt perverse about my
needs, but suddenly comfortable, like I had grown into myself. I felt a power
over my own sexuality like I never had before.

I had invited Daniel over to my place for dinner.  I
also wanted him to get an idea of what he was asking, as I had a lot of stuff
to move.  He assured me that it was not a problem, but that he’d love to have
dinner and rummage through my things.

I stopped on my way home to pick up a few packing
supplies to get started, boxes, tape, and bubble wrap. Exhausted, I threw them
on the living room floor, and kicked my shoes off on my way to the bedroom.  I
had just enough time for a shower and a quick nap. In my natural environment, I
slowly stripped, leaving a trail of clothes around the floor leading around the
bed to the bathroom door.

Daniel let himself in and found me sleeping.  I woke
to the sounds of ice tumbling in his glass.

“Daniel?”

I turned to see that he had made himself at home,
his shirt loosened as he sat across the room from me. He drank me in greedily,
as if his eyes touched every curve of my body and memorized it. 

“It looks like you got comfortable,” he said, still
drinking in the sight of my half naked body, stretched out on the bed. 

There was no sense in denying it. “I’m sorry I must
have fallen asleep.”

“I tripped over your supplies on the way in,” his
eyes trailed across the floor to the pile of clothes. “Amongst other things.”

“I thought I’d have time to pick up…” my voice
trailed off as he interrupted.  Embarrassed, I pulled a t-shirt on over my bra
and panties.

“I’m here to help.”

We ordered in Chinese, and Daniel helped me put
together boxes for the move.  Soon the entire living room was filled with empty
boxes.  Daniel picked up a roll of bubble wrap and some packing tape from the
chair.

“Now to pack the most important thing of all.”

“What’s that?”

“You, of course,” he grinned as he came towards me
with the wrap. 

I giggled and ran, but he caught up with me, pulling
me firmly into his arms.  He kissed my lips through his own smile as he caught
and pulled my wrist, twirling me around as if on display.

“I think we can lose that shirt,” Daniel reached
over and pulled my shirt off over my head, leaving me exposed down to my white
floral bra and panties.

My arms crossed in an instant of flushed
embarrassment.

I giggled as he pulled me to him and reached for the
scissors.

“We wouldn’t want anything to break.”

Daniel was teasing. He clipped a piece of wrap and
placed it across my chest and reached for the tape. After positioning it just
across the front of my bra, he taped it in place.

“Ooops!”

He ripped the tape back off, pulling at my bare skin
where it had touched and sending me squealing.

“I’m sorry,” he grinned and reached over to kiss the
red mark he had made. “Let’s try this again.”

Daniel very carefully taped the bubble wrap to the
front of my chest, this time avoiding touching my skin with the wrapping tape.
He reached down and gently pulled my hands above my head.  I could feel the
heat from his closeness, anticipation building with his every move.

A loud rip made me jump in my own skin as Daniel
pulled a long piece of wrap from the roll and carefully cut it with the
scissors.  My breath quickened as I waited, watching, as I kept in position, poised
with my hands above my head.

Slowly, he wrapped the piece around my waist,
pulling it snug, and holding it in place with a single piece of tape.  Daniel
reached out and pulled me to him, planting his lips on mine.

POP! POP!

I burst out in a fit of giggles, and Daniel pulled
me in further.

POP! POP!

“I can fix that.”

Daniel grabbed up the roll of packing tape, pulled
off a piece, and taped it across my mouth.  He took the roll and quickly wound
it around my wrists, binding them together, leaving me standing there,
wide-eyed, bound, and silenced.

Another loud rip filled the air as Daniel cut a new
sheet of wrap, and tossed the roll to the side.  He pulled the wrap around my
bottom, drawing me near him.  As I resisted, the sound of muffled pops filled
the room, Daniel pulled the wrap tight, taping it off on the sides of my hips.

He reached over, gently at first, and then hard,
squeezing my chest, and bringing me up off the ground and onto my toes.

POP!

“Let’s get you packed.” Daniel said, as he scooped
me up over his shoulder and took the few steps to the bedroom and tossed me
gently on the bed.

POP! POP!

Daniel pulled off his crisp white shirt, tossing it
on the chair casually before reaching over to run his hands over my toes. He
smiled wickedly, and leaned in as if to kiss my taped lips, gaze to gaze,
breath to breath. His fingers trailed on further encircling my ankles until he
had a firm hold and grip. 

In one move, Daniel pulled me firmly over and down,
pushing me over the bed.  With one hand he held me down by my shoulder as I
struggled to stand, resisting his control.