Bondage Included (8 page)

Her breathing hitched though she tried valiantly to appear calm.

“You’re very beautiful, Adriana. That afternoon you took off your towel and threw it at me, I had a very hard time fitting in my pants. You were wise to back away from me. I wanted to fuck you so badly.”

She remembered. The look he’d given her was forever seared into her brain. She was anxious to see it again. “I wanted you to.”

As his hand touched her inner thigh, she jumped.

“You can’t be doing that, bebe. Just relax. You need to get used to my touch.”

She moaned as his hand traveled closer to her very exposed pussy. God, what was she doing? She drew her legs closer to her chest imagining what she must look like. Her face was hot and she knew she was blushing profusely.

André chuckled. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m not sure I can do this.” She clutched the towel over her breasts.

He moved his hand lower still and began to tantalize her pussy. “Why, bebe? You know I won’t hurt you.”

“That’s not it.” Why had she opened her mouth? No matter how she sugarcoated it, she was going to sound like a vanilla weenie.

“Ahh, you’re not used to being on view.” He ran his finger down her jaw then cupped the back of her neck. “For the next few months, you will be exposed to me in more ways than this. Not only will your body be mine to explore, but you’ll share your deepest, darkest secrets with me as well. Do you understand?”

When he spoke to her using his Dom voice, she was ready to give him anything. His touch was both electric and reassuring. She knew he had the answers to her sexual questions, knew he was exactly what she needed to live out her fantasies, all she had to do was have the courage to go for it. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Let go of the towel. No more hiding,” he commanded.

Adriana whimpered, but obeyed.

“That’s my good subbie. Now, rest your head back on the ledge and let go of the tension. I have you. You’re safe.”

It was true. He’d take care of her.

He ran his hand down her body, between her breasts and cupped her mound.

She squealed as he applied the shaving soap using his badger brush. “That tickles.”

André laughed. “No sudden moves, bebe.”

“I promise to lie as stone, just like my nonna schooled me,” she teased him.

“If that’s the type of advice you’ve been given, we may need more than four months.” His hand was steady and sure as he made the first pass over her mound.

She gasped as the blade made contact. The sound was different than she was used to. It was much more intimidating, but there was no pain. After a few moments, she relaxed. He kept at least one hand on her at all times and she adored the reassurance it brought her.

“I was a very bad student for my nonna.” She giggled.

“Do you plan to be bad for me as well?” He finished and ran a hand over the area. Next, he lathered the sides. This time she held still.

“It could happen. I’ve been told I have a problem with authority. My father ended up nailing my window shut because every time they’d ground me, I’d sneak out that way.”

As André shaved down the sides, he kept his thumb over her clit. That simple touch had her throbbing in need. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d orgasmed.

“With your broken leg, I doubt that will be an issue. But if so, I have rope in many sizes and colors. I’ll tie you to the bed and there will be no escape.”

It was obvious he was concentrating and barely paying attention to their conversation. Frankly, she was okay with that. “I’ve watched a few of your shibari demonstrations. I was intrigued.”

“We can try some floor work if you’d like, but no suspension for you until that leg is completely healed.” He ran his fingers along her pussy, very matter-of-factly. “I think that’s about got it.” He pulled her hand down to the area. “Feel. This is why I used a straight razor.”

It was awkward to have her hand there while he was watching her. A quick once around was all she could do. “I’ll admit that’s closer than I usually get it.”

The water suddenly came on and after a few moments, she felt him rinsing off the extra shaving soap. She couldn’t imagine his intimate attention becoming commonplace even though he acted like it was as normal as making breakfast.

She’d begun to slide the blindfold off when he stilled her hand.

“Did I tell you to remove that?” he asked her sharply.

She dropped her hand. “No. I’m sorry.”

“I’m going to lift you out of the tub. Are you ready?”

He wrapped her in a towel and lifted.

Holding her leg out hurt, but she bit her tongue and didn’t say anything. She refused to take any more pain meds. It hadn’t taken long for her to get sick of being fuzzy headed. After the first day or so, she’d started spitting them into a tissue and throwing them away. As her right foot touched the floor, André wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight against him while he dried her off.

“My arms aren’t broken. I can do this sort of thing for myself.”

“Don’t be cutting in on my fun, bebe. Okay, back to bed with you. I want you to rest for a few minutes. You’re looking a little pale.”

“I’m all right.” In truth she was tired, but she was excited too. He’d promised to play. Why was he making her rest? Insecurity hit her hard. Maybe after getting a good look at her, he’d decided he didn’t want to be down there after all.

She was suddenly back in his arms and being carried to the bedroom, she assumed. The blindfold was starting to annoy her. She wanted to see his face and know what was going on.

“Take this as a warning—pouting will get that beautiful ass of yours beaten. Your face is very expressive and I’ve spent months learning every nuance. At first, I thought you were upset because I wasn’t going to immediately pounce on you, but now I’m thinking it was something else. They way you’re covering up, it was probably something derogatory. How am I doing?”

Damn, he knew her too well. “I’m pleading the fifth.”

He chuckled as he laid her down on the bed. “Not allowed. When I ask you a question, you answer it to the best of your ability. That’s rule number one.”

She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, you were right and for the record, I don’t like rules. I tend to break them just because I can.”

She couldn’t see his face, but she hoped he was smiling. She imagined he had his hands crossed over his chest and one eyebrow raised.

André positioned her leg back onto the pillows then sat beside her.

“Defiance usually stems from one of two factors—you want attention or you need to feel you have power.” He took her hand in his. “You have my undivided attention, therefore it must be door number two.”

“Can I take off the blindfold? I want to see you as we talk.” She was getting frustrated. He seemed to be able to see all the way to her soul and she couldn’t see him at all.

“No. Settle down and get used to it. I’m in charge.” His voice was very casual.

She huffed and crossed her arms over her breasts. He was being a jerk and she was getting aroused by it. How did that happen?

André took her right hand and pulled it down to her side then did the same with her left. “No hiding.” He placed his hand between her breasts. “Now, why are you feeling insecure?”

Several comments came to mind, most childish or hurtful. She forced the tension away. If she was wanting to strike out with her words that meant his summation was correct. A couple of deep breaths later and she knew he was right. “I was afraid you didn’t like what you saw and that’s why you didn’t want to play.”

Tears were pooling in her eyes. She felt more exposed in that moment than she had in the bathtub. Well, he’d warned her.

André’s weight shifted and she felt him move closer. He placed her hand over his very large and hard cock. “Thank you for being honest with me. I know it wasn’t easy. I don’t know how much clearer I can make my attraction to you. I’m not a school boy who suffers hard-ons for no reason.” He drew a finger down her jaw line.

“You’re beautiful, bebe. I don’t like to see the bruises on your perfect skin and seeing your leg injured sends a fury that has me mad enough to spit nails, but you are stunning. Having my hands all over you has given me an appetite I’m not sure you have the strength for. Since it isn’t going away, I need you to rest while I do some menial things around here and get my control back in place. Normally, a Dom wouldn’t share that bit of insight. He’d never let his subbie know she tested his control, but you aren’t just any subbie. You’re my girl and you need a bit of reassurance. I promise to always give you what you need, even at the expense of sharing trade secrets.”

He was killing her with his words and tone. His tender touches had her body in confusion. It was primed for a meltdown. Tears were already threatening to stain her blindfold, her clit was throbbing and she was intensely aware of his hand nestled between her boobs. Her nipples were peaked and begging for a little attention. Attention she suspected was a long time away. “Thank you, André. I needed to hear that.”

From out of nowhere, his lips seized hers. There wasn’t an ounce of tenderness as he took possession of her mouth. His tongue plundered and he stole her breath away. Just as suddenly, he stopped and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Rest, bebe.”

André walked outside and gathered the dishes from breakfast, hoping the fresh air would clear his mind. Adriana was like a powerful drug. Why had he kissed her? He never kissed trainees. Never.

No matter how much he wanted to keep his distance and put her in the same category as a contracted trainee, it just wouldn’t work. Adriana had gotten under his skin. He liked her, liked making her smile. God, she had the best smile of any woman he’d ever met. Every time she was happy, her eyes would light up and he caught himself doing whatever it took to see it again and again. He’d turned into a besotted fool.

From what he could tell, she’d had damn little experience in the lifestyle. He’d like that if she were a trainee, but since he wasn’t sure what the hell category she fell into, he wasn’t sure how he felt about that either.

He sighed. Now he wasn’t being honest with himself. He was fucking thrilled she hadn’t played much. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to examine the reason for his elation.

He put the dishes in the dishwasher and scrubbed the pans while he thought about her responses. She’d surprised him by asking him to shave her, but once he’d called her bluff, she’d tried to back out. Being nude was mildly disconcerting to her. When she became flustered she wanted to cover up. It was an easy tell to watch for.

The blindfold was another matter. Other than to help her sleep, there hadn’t been a reason for her to keep it on. He’d only wanted to see her reaction to being told no. She hadn’t disappointed. Her breathing had quickened and her skin had flushed.

Everything about her appealed to him and it scared him shitless. He didn’t have a clue how he would let her go at the end of their four months.

He looked at the clock—it was well past time for her pain meds. Damn it, how had he let that slip? He poured her a glass of ice water and took it in to her. She looked so peaceful and she’d kept the blindfold in place. His heart contracted just looking at her. She’d been through so much, but she was a fighter.

“I’m not asleep. And don’t get all mad. You said rest, not sleep, so technically, I didn’t disobey you,” she grumbled.

“I’m feeling some compassion for your father. He must have been at his wit’s end trying to keep you in line. Were you spanked daily?” He pretended to be frustrated, but he loved her bratty side. She’d give him trouble all day, every day, if he’d let her. He would have to work hard to keep the grin from his face while he scolded her.

“Oh, no. Papa never hit us, no matter how much we tried his patience.” She sounded relaxed and at ease.

“Spanking isn’t hitting and don’t expect the same patience from me. I suspect you’ll receive many swats during our time together.” And he’d enjoy every damn one of them. He sighed. She probably would too.

She laughed. “Spanking is too hitting. Look it up in the dictionary.” She shook her head. “It’s the same thing.”

“Spanking is a form of discipline. It’s one of many I’m quite fond of.” He ran his hand up her good leg and was pleased when she didn’t flinch. “It’s pain pill time, open up.”

“Nope. I’m done with them.”

“Bebe, time got away from me. We’re a bit late. You don’t want the pain to get a foothold. Take the pill.” She really was going to try his patience at every turn. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and contemplated how to win this contest of wills.

“Unlikely since I haven’t had one in days.” She tossed him an ‘I know something you don’t’ smirk.

“You had one six hours ago and six hours before that and so forth. Quit being stubborn and take the damn pill.” He couldn’t let her risk her health.

“Nope. As soon as I could stand it, I started spitting them into a tissue and throwing them in the trash. I don’t like drugs. I will take the antibiotic because the doctor put the fear of God into me about an infection, but he said the pain meds were as needed. Well, I don’t need them.”

That explained why she was so weepy. She was at the borderline of what she could handle. He was proud of her, but worried too. “Okay, we’ll hold off. If you need one, say so. Pain takes a toll on the body and if it becomes too intense, it can slow down the healing.”

“You could take my mind off it.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

“How would you suggest I do that?” He had his plans set already, but he wanted her to learn to talk to him about sexual matters without embarrassment.

“You could kiss me.” She began to squirm.

He leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Her lips turned down in a bratty little pout. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“You asked for a kiss and I gave it. You need to be very specific in your requests. Think about that as I go grab a quick shower. When I come back, I want you to try that again.” He caressed her cheek and she turned into his hand. It was such an endearing gesture, it made him want to give her the world.