Bondage Anniversary (7 page)

“I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?” That sounded casual, didn’t it? She wrapped the robe tighter around her, hopefully hiding the flush she knew was covering her chest.

“No thank you, Angel. “ He held up his snifter, showing he had plenty.

She was running and, unfortunately, he knew her well enough to recognize the truth.

She used the counter to hold her up while she struggled to get her breathing under control. Nick moved so quietly, she didn’t hear him approach. She jumped as his arms slid around her waist and held her close. “What is it, Laura?” His warm, caring words wrapped her in a blanket. Shit, now she had to fight the waterworks again.

She couldn’t think of a lie. Her body was thrumming so completely she could barely think at all. “I’m afraid.” When he didn’t respond, she continued, “This scares me.”

“What about it scares you, Angel? You know we won’t do anything you don’t consent to.”

“I know. I’m curious and I want to please you. It’s a bad combination. I’m afraid I’ll consent to just about everything and then not be able to look in the mirror the next day.”

“Maybe it’s a great combination. If we try something and don’t like it, it gets scratched off the list.”

“I’m still mad at you for going to the clubs without me. You know a lot more than I do. I don’t like being at a disadvantage.”

He chuckled. “Your competitive streak is coming out. I’ll gladly share my knowledge with you. This isn’t an independent venture, we are in this together.”

After she nodded he asked, “What sent you running in here?”

Her heart was slowing down and she could breathe again. His calm, steady demeanor gave her a feeling of safety. No matter what firestorm was out there, if she was with him, she knew she’d pull through it. “Section two. I don’t even know what some of those things are.”

“Then you come to me, Laura, you don’t run away.”

She knew he was right. It was just so damned hard. In business, you could never show weakness. Your competitor would eat you alive. She was being stupid. She knew he wouldn’t take advantage of her. He wouldn’t laugh at or belittle her. “You’re right.”

“I saw on your list you had several checks in the ‘need more information’ section. There are a few of those on my list too. More along the lines of, if we do this, I would need to know your expectations. There are things on that list I will not try. Other things, I don’t feel competent doing without training. If any of them interest you, I’ll look into it. We need to talk this through.”

“I know.”

“I refuse to do anything that would cause you real physical harm.” Nick pushed through the folds of her robe. “I’m pleased you kept your breasts bared.” He held and caressed them as if his hands were drawn to them of their own accord. “I love these too much to risk injuring them. I am excited about clamping them, though.”

Nick drew her nipples forward, squeezing and rolling them until she moaned. She tipped her head back against him, giving him better access.

She knew he wasn’t finished tormenting her. “I have plans for
my
pussy too.” Using one hand, Nick slowly slid one hand down her stomach and cupped her crotch. “I plan to clamp this too. Clamps lock the blood flow in place and refuse any reduction in arousal. Can you imagine what it would feel like to be held on the edge, with no mercy, until I decide to let you release?”

She raised one eyebrow. “I have an idea, yes.”

“It’s only been a few minutes. Some subs endure orgasm deprivation for days, even weeks at a time.”

“I’ve read that. I think it explains why some women cut off their mate’s dick.” She gave him her sweetest smile.

Nick tipped his head back and laughed. “I imagine you’re right, Angel.” He held her tight for a few minutes. “Come on, it’s time to discuss this.” Holding her hand, he led her back to the table.

“We agree on the first section. What about section two upsets you?”

“You marked yes to St Catherine’s Wheel. I know historically what it was used for, but can’t imagine how it would be used for pleasure.” Her voice was a little sharper than she wanted. Nick knew her every nuance. He would know how uncomfortable she was discussing these things.

“Imagine a St Andrew’s Cross that can rotate.”

She took a moment to picture it in her mind. A submissive Lazy Susan. Yeah, that was hot. “I’d have to see one in person, but I can see some possibilities.”

“You’ve read several hot scenes using equipment like that. Were you aroused afterward?”

She couldn’t bring herself to admit it out loud so she nodded.

“What did you think of the ball gag?”

Her eyes immediately went to it. Now that it lay on the table, she could see it clearly. Her heart stumbled when she noticed a lock around the clasp. Laura’s pussy grew wet and her stomach tightened. “Good.”

“No, Angel, you need to use descriptive adjectives. How was the size of the ball? Was it too large? Do you want it larger? Did it hurt your jaw? Could you wear it for extended periods without excessive discomfort? Did it turn you on? Do you want it tighter? Looser? As you can see, a one word answer is not going to work.”

Having specific questions to answer made it easier. “The size was fine. It wasn’t overly uncomfortable. The strap bit into my cheeks.” She paused before admitting, “I liked that. I felt restrained.” She mentally reviewed her answers, “How was that?”

“Better.”

“Good. Now I have a few questions. What do you mean by extended periods and why is there a lock on it? That scares me a bit.” She tilted her head as she considered telling him the truth. When he stayed silent she added, “And excites me. I don’t want to think too much about that.” She shook her head and went in a different direction. “Did it arouse you? Do you want me silent? I thought expressing my excitement was a turn-on for you?”

“Much better! I’m so fucking proud of you, Laura.” His smile made her soft inside. “Yes, it was visually exciting. No, normally I don’t want you silent. I may, during a scene, tell you to not make a sound. Sometimes it can intensify the experience. Except in those instances, I want to hear you. Even wearing a gag, I want to hear you.” He waited until she nodded in understanding. “As for the lock, imagine if you were locked in the gag until I chose to release you. Tell me that doesn’t add to the intensity.”

She squirmed in her seat. Yes, it did, damn it. She nodded. Seconds ticked by as he sat patiently watching her. “Okay, yes, it does.” Would it get easier over time to talk about this? She doubted it. Taking a breath to get her heart rate down just a bit, she paused until her voice was in the normal range. “What constitutes an extended period of time?”

“For the length of a scene.”

He was being vague on purpose, making it clear he was in charge. She had to trust him. “It should be fine.”

“I see you had a lot of cross-outs on your original list in the discipline section. What had you seconding-guessing your choices?”

“I guess my attention strayed. I forgot to consider each choice with regard to discipline, so I made my choices and kept going. When I got down to section five, I realized the mistake I’d made.” Did she risk baring her soul a little here? She didn’t want him thinking she was a wuss, but if he didn’t know what was difficult for her, he wouldn’t be able to push the right buttons. “My first response was to mark them all ‘not interested’, except for maybe spanking. I have a mental block when I think about being disciplined.” She laughed a little. “Part of me thinks I shouldn’t put anything in the ‘want to try’ section. The whole idea of punishment sends me into some weird physical-emotional meltdown. Physically, my girlie parts go into hyper-drive. Emotionally, I want to run and hide. I’m so conflicted. A tiny, stupid part of me thinks if it’s discipline, I shouldn’t have a say. It should be completely at your discretion. And the control freak part of me wants to micro-manage it down to the number of swats, the intensity level and so forth.”

“I appreciate your honesty. I can see how it would be a difficult proposition. Rest assured, your limits will be respected, but your micro-managing tendencies have no place in our sex life. Not anymore. When you were reading the stories, did those scenes excite you?”

Again, his specific question made it easier to answer. “Yes, but they were imaginary. The first swat you gave me hurt a lot more than I expected. I almost said stop after the second. I couldn’t imagine sitting still for six. In the books, the girls take thirty or more. I still don’t know if I could do that. Your touch helped distract me.”

“You weren’t relaxed. You were fighting it. Tell me if I’m wrong, but by the fourth swat you were getting into it.”

“You’re right. I was kind of wishing I’d kept you waiting a minute or two longer.”

“I thought so. And just for the record, I have no idea if you were a minute late.”

They both started laughing.

Chapter Three

“Have you had any problems with your punishments so far?”

“No. But if I don’t come soon, I might change my mind.” She tried to interject humor, but it was getting damn near impossible to think about anything except her throbbing pussy.

“Not without permission, Laura. I decide when you orgasm.”

She groaned. Why did his statements jack her arousal up a notch? Holy shit, she was in for the ride of her life if she could just get the courage to step out of the driver’s seat.

“I think we’re on the same page with discipline. Any concerns we need to address there?”

“No.” She just couldn’t talk about it and from his list they seemed to agree on most things.

“I’m not interested in pony play, Angel. I see here you marked need more information. What aspects intrigue you? Maybe we can find a compromise.”

She looked into his eyes. Admitting ignorance was difficult for her. In a business meeting, she would have feigned a time crunch and tabled the discussion for a later date. She couldn’t do that here. “I need more information, because I don’t know what it is.” Okay, that wasn’t so bad. She hadn’t keeled over dead. Just a nasty taste in her mouth. Nothing too horrible.

“You read a story about a club that offered pony races.” He must have recognized her lost expression. “Remember the story with Raven and Joseph? The next morning they went and watched the pony races.”

“I remember that now. I thought they were talking about actual horse racing and skipped that section. Crap!”

“Read through it and if it interests you, we can talk about it.”

She nodded. Knowing the best defense was a strong offense, she decided to meet her biggest worry head on. “You want to try anal sex.”

“Yes, Angel, I do. I noticed you marked not interested, but you’re okay with plugs. Why are you making the distinction?”

Could the ground just open up and let her disappear? Her bum still felt slippery from his latest invasion. “You’re too big, Nick. Just your thumb felt tight. There’s no way I could take your…” She let the sentence drop, sure he understood her meaning.

“Cock, Angel. We are discussing me fucking your ass with my cock.”

Was dirty talk as big a turn-on for him as his Dom demeanor was for her? It must be. She nodded in silent understanding.

“I believe it’s very possible. Not today perhaps or even this weekend, but we can train your ass to accept me. We’ll take it off the list for now. Once we’ve experimented with plugs, we can re-examine the idea. Are you okay with that? You know you have final veto power. If you never want to try it, I’ll respect your wishes. I’m just asking you to keep an open mind. How does that sound?”

It sounded like he wanted more than her mind open. Almost every book she read had an anal sex scene and she
was
curious, just not enough to try it. “I can do that. As I was filling out the form, I assumed it would be necessary to revisit our lists after we had more experience.”

“Absolutely.” He looked slightly relieved.

Had he expected more pushback? Probably. This whole discussion was so far out of her comfort zone it was practically in a separate hemisphere.

“I have a few concerns on the next section. Let’s talk about nipple clamps.”

She giggled like a schoolgirl.
How could he say that with a straight face? We could be discussing the weather or what to have for dinner.
“Yes, let’s talk about nipple clamps.” She put her hands over her face.

“I’m so glad you see it my way. I’ll be back in a minute. Go close the curtains.”

Excitement swirled in the pit of her stomach and lower still. Once the curtains were closed, she wrapped her arms over her breasts, suspecting what was about to happen. From what she’d read it was uncomfortable at first. She didn’t know what kind of pain threshold she had in that area, but she suspected not much.

Returning to the room, he laid several different styles of clamps on the table. Some were quite pretty with adornments dangling from the tip, though others looked like Marquis de Sade implements. “This is the style you wanted to try.” He picked up a pair of clover clamps and used his finger to explain how they worked. “Each time the chain is tugged the clamp squeezes tighter. I’m not comfortable starting with those.”

She crossed her right arm over her breasts. “Now that I see it in person, I’m not either.” She listened as he explained the way each style worked. The tweezer style was the only one she was willing to try and she told him so. To soften the refusal she added, “Maybe after I get used to the idea we can try some of the others.”

“Why did you say no to rubber bands? They’re flexible, more elastic than metal. Unless these”—he pointed to the metal clamps—“are on pretty tight, they have a tendency to fall off and removing them is the most unpleasant. The blood rush usually causes some discomfort. The bands stay in place better. They don’t try to close like some of these and they never go tighter than their initial size.”

“As a kid we used to flick rubber bands at people. It stung and I guess I just imagined that same feeling.” His explanation made sense. “I guess I don’t get the purpose behind clamps in general.”

“They keep the nipples engorged, causing heightened sensitivity. I’d like to begin using them on your breasts. A side benefit is the elongation of the nipples themselves. Even after the bands or clamps are removed, the nipple stays distended and aroused for a time. You can’t use them for very long at first. As you get used to them, you can wear them for longer periods. Which is another reason I’d like to try the bands—you could wear them underneath your clothes. Imagine sitting through dinner with bands keeping a constant pressure on your nipples. Each brush against your clothing adding to your arousal.”