Bondage Anniversary (16 page)

“Yes, Nick.” She smiled shyly. “You really are amazing. What about you? Do you want to continue?”

“I love being your Dom. I don’t want it, I need it. Now that I’ve tasted ambrosia, I’m not settling for fast food ever again. I wish you’d resign and be my love slave twenty-four seven. Technically, you don’t even have to resign.” He knew she wasn’t ready, but he refused to keep his desires secret any longer.

“I don’t know, Nick, anal sex, D/s twenty-four seven… You’re getting to be very demanding. No wonder my aunt gave me a rolling pin at my bridal shower. She knew this day would come. I doubt she knew you had an obsession with my butt. Well, she might have suspected. Uncle Henry was constantly swatting and pinching her ass.”

He remembered that. They were constantly chasing each other around the house, acting like teenagers. “No worries. I tossed the rolling pin several years ago. Why invite rebellion?”

“I wondered where that went to.”

“You did not! Never in your life have you used a rolling pin! Lying to your Dom will get you punished.”

She laughed. “Bring it on, my big, bad Dom. I like your special brand of torture.”

Laura made him soft inside. His love for her exceeded anything he’d ever imagined. He didn’t want to look too closely at it, he was pretty sure he’d have his man card revoked if word got out. He took a deep breath, accepting what he needed to do. Knowing it was the right thing and liking it didn’t always come in a nice, neat little package. “I have some things to attend to. It should take about thirty or forty minutes. When I come back in here, you will be in position waiting for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

What to do for half an hour?
She decided to take a bath.

Once the tub was filled, she sank into the warm bubbles and relaxed. Nick had laid down the law when he’d booked the room. There was to be no work intruding on their time. She wondered what he was up to. She’d heard his laptop boot up and a few minutes later he was speaking to someone. When she’d been younger she would have listened in. At least she’d progressed that far.

She had to push the clubs from her mind. He had made it clear he wasn’t going to take her. She would try to believe it had nothing to do with her age or appearance and just let it be. He’d certainly given her enough to think about. D/s twenty-four seven was intriguing. She didn’t think she was capable of that. The anal sex issue was another giant question mark. What they’d done so far had been fun. He was a lot bigger than a plug, though. At some point there was going to be a diminishing point of return. She’d have to think about that some more too.

Right now there were more pressing issues to consider, like what did Nick have planned for their last evening at the hotel? Glancing at the clock, she knew she didn’t have long to wait. She quickly dried off and applied a light layer of makeup. It gave her a degree of confidence and the routine calmed her. She decided to wait in front of the fireplace. Pushing the button on the wall between the mantel and the French doors, she watched as flames sprang to life along the logs. Oh, the conveniences of First World living!

She got on her knees, resting lightly on her heels, legs spread, arms in the box position behind her back, head cast down, and waited. Not long had passed when she heard Nick walk into the restroom. He didn’t acknowledge her in any way. Butterflies flew in her tummy as she strained to hear. She didn’t know how much time had gone by before she saw his boots and leather-clad legs appear before her. He ran a hand down her hair. “Arch your back a little farther.”

She was getting the impression Doms always nit-picked the presentation to set the mood. Whatever his reasons were, she didn’t care. She thrust her breasts out farther and waited.

“Good girl. Tonight I’m in a twisted sort of mood. I think we’ll try some rope play. Stand up.” He took her arm and helped her stand. “We’re going to start with a karaka. It’s similar to a chest harness.”

She watched as he trussed her up like a Christmas goose. Ropes ran over her shoulders, above, below and between her breasts. From there, they crisscrossed her back and stomach. He was surprisingly fast. Obviously, this wasn’t the first time he’d played with ropes.

Her eyes grew wide as he draped the rope between her legs. When he had the length about right, he released it, tied a series of knots, and repositioned it so the ropes were strategically placed. If she moved her torso, one of the knots rubbed against her clitoris. As he turned her toward him, she saw a look of satisfaction stamped across his face.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked, as he ran a finger between her skin and the rope, ensuring her circulation wasn’t compromised.

“Yes, Sir.” She liked the feel of the rope sliding along her body. It was erotic.

“Damn, woman, you’re gorgeous. Face away from me with your hands behind your back. I’m going to use a dragonfly sleeve to bind your hands. They’re quite attractive. Perhaps I’ll take some photos and show you.”

“John would quit for sure if he found them.” She wasn’t sure she wanted pictures taken of her in the nude. Photos in general bothered the hell out of her, unless they were doctored.

“You might be surprised. John has a few kinks too. He’s one of Mike’s biggest fans. Don’t worry, though, these are for us alone.”

Laura jumped when the doorbell to their suite rang. Nick chuckled. “That’s dinner. Stay right here, Angel, and I’ll take care of it.” He helped her sit gently on the edge of the bed, grabbed his wallet and closed the bedroom door behind him.

Sitting naked except for a significant amount of rope binding her arms and torso, Laura second-guessed the intelligence of rope play in a public hotel. It was okay when Nick was with her. She knew he would protect her, but even having him in the other room was too far away. What if there was an emergency? She couldn’t run out into the hallway like this!

She heard the outer door close and a minute or two later Nick returned.

“Are you doing okay, Angel?”

He must have picked up on her body language. She was tense and uncomfortable.

She giggled, trying to make light of her case of nerves. “Just wondering what would happen if there was a fire or something.”

Nick pulled a wicked-looking pair of scissors out of his pocket. “These are EMT shears. They can cut through rope like it was butter. I can have you free in seconds flat. I would never risk your safety, Laura. You should know that.”

“I do, Nick. “ She should have realized he would have planned ahead.

“Hmm, second-guessing your Dom.” He shook his head in obviously feigned disappointment. “I see I need to step up your training. “

“Yes, Sir.” If she hadn’t been wet before, she sure was now. She took a moment to examine her situation. Every time she took a breath, she felt the restraint of the ropes around her chest. The bindings wrapping her arms were like a cocoon or a cozy blanket. The idea sounded weird, even to her, but the sentiment was right. Now the rope between her legs was a different feeling entirely. Erotic was the only word that fitted those sensations.

“Good girl. You make me proud when you accept your punishment without complaint.” He grabbed his gym bag then took her by the arm and led her into the living room.

The coffee table had been moved and their dinner was laid on it, waiting. Were they going to eat sitting on the floor? How was she supposed to eat with her arms tied behind her? What did this crazy man have planned for her?

He led her to where the coffee table used to reside. From inside the gym bag he drew a red satin sheet and spread it on the carpet. “Kneel,” he instructed. He kept hold of her, knowing the rope limited her range of movement. “That’s right, Angel. Now we’re going to ease you down on your stomach. Let me do the work.”

Laura felt one of his arms braced just above her breasts while he positioned her on the satin. The cool, silky cloth felt heavenly against her aroused body. She wiggled a little, enjoying the sensations, until Nick gave her a firm swat on her ass. “No, Laura, you are being punished for doubting me. You will not pleasure yourself.”

“I was just trying to get comfortable, Sir.” She tried to use her most innocent voice.

He gave her another firm swat on the ass, rocking her forward, and rubbing the rope against her clit, just once. “Punishment, Laura, doesn’t necessitate comfort.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She giggled like a schoolgirl, earning her another swat. Again the rope stroked her clitoris. Her ass stung, heat flared through her body and she loved it.

“I somehow doubt that.”

Laura loved his ear to ear grin. His monster hard-on was a love of a different sort.

“You exceed my wildest fantasies, subbie. I’m one lucky man.”

She wiggled her ass hoping for another swat.

“Bring your legs up. I’m not fond of the basic hogtie. It doesn’t allow enough access to your pussy and the ropes binding your ankles to your chest or arms, depending on the tie, limit my options. I prefer a modified frog tie.” He wrapped the rope around her thighs and ankles. A swift tug on the ropes let her know they weren’t coming loose on their own.

Next, Nick took the rope, cinched it and tied it to the karaka, arching her back. “Oh, Angel, I do love seeing you like this. Completely at my mercy. What are your safe words?”

“Yellow and red, Master.”

“Good girl. After I check the knots and bindings to make sure it’s safe to keep you in this position for a while, I’m going to get the camera. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Smart ass!” she quipped. Just how long did he plan to keep her like this? Fuck, this was haunted house scary. Scary enough to feel the rush, but safe enough to enjoy it.

“Oh, such a bratty mouth. I think I have a cure for that.” He took a crop, flogger and short whip and laid them on the floor within her view before disappearing into the bedroom.

Her clitoris throbbed. She’d been counting on another swat. Holy shit, she was about to get more than she’d bargained for.

She glanced as he came back into the room carrying her fuck-me pumps and his camera. They had separate cameras. Hers was a simple point and shoot. His had so many functions and features it intimidated her, but he loved it. She didn’t want to know how many hours he’d pored over the manuals learning how to use every option.

“If we have to run for it, I’d rather have my flats.” At his raised eyebrow, she tried to hide her smile. The ropes wouldn’t allow her enough movement.

“Oh, Angel. That mouth is going to cause you no end of trouble.” He rummaged around in his bag until he found what he was looking for. “I think this should do the trick, though.” He placed the shoes on her feet then stepped back.

Apparently, he was pleased with his work. His cock was straining against his leather pants. Her mouth watered as she stared at the handsome sight. She barely kept from begging him to fuck her.

“Only one thing is missing from this perfect picture.”

He bent down and fitted the ball gag into her mouth. Taking the straps across her cheeks, he secured it behind her head. “Oh yes, the black straps and red ball match so well. Only one small detail missing.”

Laura’s eyes nearly doubled in size when she heard Nick close the small padlock in the buckle of the ball gag.

“Don’t worry, Angel, the key is right here in my pocket. Such perfection!” She watched him checking the settings on the camera before he began taking shots.

“I want close-ups of the dragonfly sleeves and your pink ass with the rope nestled between your cheeks. Now, for a few with a wider lens to capture the entire scene. Oh, Angel, you do look beautiful.”

After taking a few shots in silence, Nick finally spoke again. “You need to be able to safe word in case the ropes shift and cut off circulation. If you’ve learnt your lesson, I’ll remove the ball gag.”

She nodded as best she could. Once he removed it from her mouth, she assured him. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”

They both knew it was a blatant lie. She liked pushing his buttons and, frankly, she liked his punishments.

He laid the camera on the couch then sat on the floor in front of her. With his back resting on the couch, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, he pulled a plate onto his lap. He took a few bites of steak. “This is good. Are you hungry?”

Bastard
! “Very hungry, Sir, but not for food.” His complacent behavior was killing her. He was confident and arrogant and sexy. She needed him inside her so badly she was ready to beg.

“Ash, you want some relief. Is that what you’re hungry for?” He continued to eat as if they were at home having a normal meal.

“Yes, Sir. Please fuck me.” She was so hot. She desperately needed to come.

“No, Angel, you doubted me. You didn’t trust your Master to see to your needs.” He shook his head. “Such disrespect. I’m afraid I can’t allow such flagrant insolence. I just can’t decide how best to punish you. This may take a while.” He put a piece of steak on his fork and offered it to her. “You’d better eat.”

There was something truly decadent about lying naked on a satin sheet, bound, unable to move and being fed. She felt completely at his mercy. Her clit was throbbing.

Nick looked younger, more relaxed than she’d seen him in many years. He looked happy.

“I chose this flogger because the strands are made from suede. Depending on the purpose, it can be used for both pleasure and discipline.” He ran it gently down her back letting the tails skim across her pussy. She saw him smile as she arched deeper, straining to keep the flogger touching her skin. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a sharp strike against her ass. She loved it.

“Oh, Nick.” It tingled and stung and she wanted more.

“Did I give you permission to use my first name?”

“No, Sir,” she answered, knowing she’d broken a rule.

He gave her three more in quick succession. “No, I didn’t. Are you trying to usurp my position?”

“No, Sir.” Being submissive was a total turn-on. She didn’t know why she kept trying to step out of the role. Using his first name gave her equal control, thus diminishing his. She wanted him in charge. She wanted to relinquish her power to him. No, she needed to. Submitting to him gave her the balance she’d been lacking for so long. It made her happy. And dripping wet. And desperate to come.