Bought (7 page)

She took a deep breath and smiled. “Me, too.”
She leaned into his shoulder. “I’m sorry. When Leslie called and
said you were here with another woman, I sort of lost it.”

“I would have lost it, too,” he murmured as
he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “Just trust me,
okay? If anything happens, give me the benefit of the doubt.”

She sighed. “Fair enough.”

It occurred to her then that she had
forgotten about Drake. She looked in his direction.

He was gone.

“I bought this just for you.” John held a
leather hood in his hands. “You deserve one of your own. I picked
out my favorite one.”

“I’ve never worn a hood before.” Roni
swallowed as she looked from the object back to him. “But I’ve seen
them in some movies that I’ve watched online and I’ve wondered
about the experience.” She felt like she was babbling as she spoke.
“I read a discussion about them too that a lot of people who are
claustrophobic can’t handle them. I’ve never been claustrophobic,
but… What if I can’t breathe?”

“Relax.” He picked up the leather hood from
off of his bed. They were in his bedroom in his apartment. “Once
you get used to it, you’ll like it.”

“I’ve seen them and I know people who love to
play in them.” She met his gaze and his intense blue eyes. “And I
know it’s about the look as well as about control. But I don’t know
if it’s for me.”

“Roni.” He had a stern note to his voice.
“You
will
wear it.”

“Please—”

He quieted her by pulling the hood over her
head. She gasped and felt a moment of panic as she was encased in
the leather. She forced herself to breathe.
People use these in
play all of the time. I’m not going to suffocate and John won’t let
anything happen to me. I’ll be just fine.

There were openings for her eyes and mouth,
and small round holes where the nose was, to breathe through. To
look at the hood on the outside, it was actually rather cool
looking, with the eyes and sensuous looking lips showing
through.

She decided to focus on his naked body
instead of the hood. He had one of the finest male bodies she’d
ever seen. Every muscle was defined, from his sculpted biceps to
his taut belly to his athletic thighs. Strength and power radiated
from him. His skin was a few shades darker than hers, the hair on
his arms golden against his tanned skin.

He pulled her hair through a hole in the top
of the hood, leaving a long ponytail. Then he took time lacing the
hood up in the back. She could hear the sounds of the lacing
amplified as he slowly tightened it snug. He turned her around and
adjusted the mouth and eyes then turned her again and tightened it
a final time. She could feel the snugness of the leather as it
encased her head. She found that she could breathe easier than
she’d thought. She peered out through the eyeholes and it was a bit
like looking in from another world.

“You’re doing great.” He caressed the hood.
“I love how you look. I love how it isolates your beautiful eyes
and your mouth.” He put a collar around her neck and buckled it in
the back so that it was snug and not too tight. “Some people do
have trouble handling it well the first time wearing it. Others
love it. You are handling it well.”

She pulled against the rope binding her arms
and wrists behind her back. “Who says I’m handling it well?”

He hooked his finger in an O-ring at the
front of her collar and brought her close for a kiss. She sighed.
It was weird kissing him through the hood but something about it
was hot. “I love that you’re doing this for me.” He caressed her
naked body from her breasts to her hips and back. “I love the way
you look and knowing that it’s you inside of there, just for
me.

“I love doing it for you.” Knowing how he
felt about her being encased by the hood made it exciting. There
was something about him restraining her and taking away her senses
and controlling even her appearance, transforming her into an
object for his pleasure…it actually excited her. She wanted to
please him more than any man she had ever met.

“I have more in store for you. Lots more.” He
went to a duffel bag that he kept things in and brought back two
nipple clamps with a chain connecting the two. Her eyes widened,
but she remained still, waiting for him. When he attached the first
one she cried out. He didn’t give her any time to adjust to the
first clamp before he put on the other one. It was just as painful
and she couldn’t hold back a groan.

He moved her in front of the mirror so that
she could see herself as he caressed her breasts. She looked sexy
and bizarre.

“I love how you look… Amazing.” He tugged on
the chain between the nipple clamps and she gasped.

From the top of the dresser he picked up a
leather gag the pressed it into her mouth and she heard it snap
into place. She pushed on it with her tongue. It was there until
John wanted it out.

“Love it.” He squeezed her breasts as they
looked in the mirror.

There was something about the slow deliberate
way that John went slowly taking away her senses. Transforming her
into his own object for pleasure that excited her. She loved that
he picked out this hood for her and he loved her inside of it. She
loved pleasing him.

But then he raised a matching leather
blindfold and she shook her head. He caught her to him and turned
her around to buckle the matching blindfold on. Now it was dark, so
dark that she felt locked away, a more intense feeling than when he
had put patches of duct tape on her eyes.

Her heart beat faster as he took everything
away from her again. Almost all of her senses.

“You’re doing great.” He hooked something to
the O-ring on her collar and she realized it was a leash when he
started leading her around.

It was so dark with the blindfold cutting off
her eyesight and blocking out any light at all. Part of her was
afraid she would run into something, but a greater part of her knew
she could trust him to guide her safely along.

She felt a subtle shift of air against her
bare skin and knew they had entered a larger room. The air felt
cool but his body heat radiated off of him.

All along she had to force herself to not
think in terms of suffocation but on the fact that she could
breathe easily.

He tugged on the leash and she moved forward
until he grasped her upper arm and said, “Stop.” Then, “Take one
more step.”

She obeyed and when she took a step forward
she felt something soft against her ankles and knees.

“Kneel.” He guided her to the floor with his
hand on her shoulder. She eased down, trying to maintain her
balance with her hands tied behind her back. When she was on the
floor, he slowly pushed her forward. “I want you lying over the
ottoman.”

So that’s what she was in front of. She’d
noticed it when she first walked into the room. It was large, about
two feet by three feet in size and overstuffed so that it was well
cushioned. She leaned over so that her face and upper chest were
against the ottoman. He helped her move so that she pushed up and
then she was lying over the piece of furniture with her ass in the
air.

He secured a spreader bar between her ankles
so that she couldn’t move them. Then he unbound her wrists. Before
she could feel any sense of relief, she heard the ominous sound of
chains and then he took each wrist cuff and fastened them to
something. She tried to pull her wrists away and heard the rattle
of the chains and could not move her hands.

His hand was warm on her ass as he slid his
palm down. She felt the press of something against her anus and she
stiffened.

“Relax.” He smoothed his hand. “You know it’s
so much easier when you do.”

Yes, she did know. She let her whole body
relax and felt the stretch and fullness of him gently pushing the
butt plug into her. When it was in, she heard the sound of him
pumping the plug up with air so that it expanded inside of her and
she felt so full that it made her feel even more excited.

Then he pulled on the O-ring on top of the
hood and she heard the sound of a chain rattling through it. He
pulled her head back and secured the chain to her ankle cuffs so
that her head was held up.

She could hear him in front of her.

“You can’t move,” he said. “You’re all
mine.”

Yes, she was his. She loved being his.

“I adore how you look.” He stroked her arm as
he spoke. “So sexy. So hot. So helpless. You’re amazing looking. I
love putting you in another world, a world of isolation where all
you think about is me and what I have in store for you. You will
see that being isolated in there will heighten all of your senses.
You will be more aware of touch and sounds.

“You are wondering what I will do next aren’t
you?” And then his voice deepened becoming almost harsh. “Aren’t
you?” He pulled on her head chain bringing her head back more.

She groaned. “Mmuuummmph.”

“A little pleasure my little sub,” he said.
“Then I have a surprise for you.”

She shuddered with excitement. What did that
mean? What was next for her?

He caressed her from her naked ass to her
thighs, his callused palm rough against her soft skin. He slid his
hand down then slipped his fingers between her thighs and into her
wet folds. He stroked her clit and she gasped behind the gag and
then she moaned as he continued to rub it.

She fell into the sensations. Her hearing was
muffled and she felt locked away. When he stopped she was
disappointed, yet wondering what he had planned next.

He crouched close enough that she heard him
speaking close to her ear. “I’m going to leave you for a
while.”

Her heart rate bounced. Alone? He was going
to leave her alone? Fear of a different kind went through her. She
didn’t want to be left alone.

“You won’t know where I am or how long I’m
gone.” He stroked her shoulder. “You won’t know if I’ve come back
or I’m still away. You’ll lose all sense of time and place.”

She had read about subs entering some kind of
state where they lost track of time and lost sense of themselves.
Sub-space? She had read about it, and she understood how that could
happen and she wasn’t sure she wanted to go through it herself.

“I’ll see you later.” He kissed her shoulder.
She wanted to shake her head but she couldn’t the way she was tied
down.

She tried to calm herself. If she didn’t she
might hyperventilate and that wouldn’t be good.

For a long time—at least she thought it was a
long time—she lay over the ottoman. Thoughts of anything on the
outside just seemed to vanish. It was like the hood blocked out the
world and it was just her alone. Somehow that was peaceful and
calming.

She came back to herself as she heard voices,
more than one. Maybe even three.

The sounds made her heart start pounding. The
voices sounded close but she couldn’t make out what they were
saying.

John wouldn’t have brought anyone into the
room with her lying naked and bound, would he?

No. No way.

But the voices seemed to get louder until it
felt like they had to be in the same room as her. She heard male
laughter.

Fear made her freeze up. What was happening?
What was John doing?

Even though the voices sounded like they were
close, she still couldn’t understand what they were saying. They
had to have been talking about the naked and bound woman in the
middle of the room.

More laughter, and then she clearly heard
John as he said, “Have at it, guys. Go ahead and have some
fun.”

Roni screamed behind her gag and fought
against her bonds. They had to see that she was here unwillingly.
Would they care?

She had always liked the fantasy of being
used by more than one man. But it had been a fantasy. Now she
couldn’t do anything about it.

With everything she had, she struggled but
couldn’t move.

Her breathing came faster. She really was
afraid she was going to hyperventilate.

Then she heard John’s voice, close to her
ear. “Keep trying to get out, Roni. I love watching the futile
struggle. I will enjoy watching you with my friends.”

She felt a hand stroking her thigh and
skimming her folds and she stilled. One of the men was touching
her.

Despite her fear and the fact that she didn’t
think she wanted to be fucked by more than one man, she grew wetter
than she had been and felt an ache in her pussy. The thoughts of
the men taking her and the reaction her body was having shocked her
into breathing hard again.

Then someone worked at unfastening the
blindfold. The light was bright at first but then she saw John with
a smoldering look in his eyes.

“How do you feel now?” he asked.
“Scared?”

She made a muffled sound. He had to see by
her eyes that she was terrified.

He raised an iPod and showed it to her. She
blinked and tried to make sense of why he was showing her an iPod.
He pressed the on button and she heard the sound of muffled male
voices coming from a stereo.

She sagged in relief. He had been screwing
with her. She was going to punch him when she got free. One thing
that she had to admit was that he got her good. It was probably the
most scared she had ever been.

He adjusted the way that he was sitting and
she saw that he had put a large mirror in front of her and she
could see just how bizarre she looked.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” He moved
away and she didn’t feel his presence anymore.

She waited in her confined world he had her
secured in, so thankful that he had only been carrying out what she
loved to feel… Fear. Maybe she’d had enough fear for a while.

A hard strike across her thighs nearly had
her choking on her gag as she cried out. Again he did it and again.
He swatted her with what felt like a riding crop, just enough for
her eyes to water from the pain. The sensations, mixed with how she
had been feeling moments ago left her feeling raw… And incredibly
excited.