Bound to the Bad Boy (6 page)

And then she had called him.
To break his heart in two.

He had considered chasing after
her, begging her to reconsider, even forcing her on his motorbike and bringing
her home. But it would have been wrong. All relationships were about give and
take. For any relationship to work, the two people involved had to respect each
other and to love each other. With a Dom and a sub, it was the same. But there
was a power exchange involved too. Only that exchange had to be built on trust
and consent. He couldn’t effectively lift Megan onto his bike and carry her off
if she didn’t want him to do so.

And he had sensed that she didn’t
want him to.

So he had given her space.
A week.
A few months.

Then life had chosen to punch him
in the guts and he’d been sent down for life. Six months he’d endured in the
hell known as a correction facility. For a crime he didn’t commit.
Nevertheless, it had given him quality time for reflection and he had come to
terms with the realization that perhaps Megan did not want to be an old lady.
Or a sub… not his sub, anyway.

So he had let go.
Tried to let go, anyhow.

Following his release from jail,
he had forged ahead and built the house, equipped it with everything that they
had once discussed.
Then waited.
Even though he had
told himself and his charter that he wasn’t waiting. Not for Megan.
Just taking some time to get things back on track.

Yet he had never, ever brought
another woman back here.

The room was as it had once been.
For her and her alone.
Clean, fresh,
new.

Megan’s.

“This is all for you.” There. It
was out.

“For me?”
Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted. He perused her naked form. His
boner was still pressing hard against denim.
Even though he’d
tried to ignore it.
Megan made him so hard.

“For you.
Nothing in here has been used. It’s all ready at your disposal.”

He watched as she wandered around
the room. She stroked the spanking horse that had a prime position in the center
of the wooden floor. She ran a hand over the various vibrators and dildos that
neatly lined up on the dresser in the corner. She turned her back to the St
Andrew’s cross that was fixed upon the far wall and she moaned as she slipped
her wrists through the leather restraints. She looked so sexy there against the
cross with her legs parted and her arms outstretched. Just how he had known she
would. He wanted to rush over and tighten the restraints, to locate the nipple
clamps and then take her into sub-space with a sound pussy flogging.

But he had to be sure that it was
what she wanted. Matt wanted Megan back in his life for good, not just for a
night. He couldn’t deny it when she was here in the room he had designed for
her. So he had to take things slowly. Begin from the beginning with a few
reminders. Like the denied orgasm.

Build her up. Warm her up. Then
win her over.

If he was
lucky.

And if he weren’t, if she
definitely didn’t want to return to Cherub and to him, then he would make the
most of tonight. Treasure every minute of it so that he had something to keep
him going in the long empty days and nights ahead.

“Are you hungry, sub?”

She looked up, as if suddenly
aware that he was there.

“I guess I could eat.”

“Come on, then.” He held out a
hand.

“But don’t you want to . . .?”
She glanced around the room then back at him. Was that disappointment in her
eyes?

“I do. But all in good time.”

She walked towards him, her
breasts wobbling invitingly. How those massive tits teased him. He steeled
himself, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He must stay strong now in
order to reap the rewards later. But some contact, a kiss, would be acceptable
now.
Surely?

He pulled her into his arms before
he could talk himself out of it, and ran his hands over her back then down to
cup her curvy buttocks. He squeezed them and pulled her close so that his
erection pressed into her cunt. She sighed as the zip of his jeans met her
tender, sensitive flesh. Then he kissed her. Long, slow, deep.
Breathing her in.
Tasting her.
Their hearts beating next to each other, as one.

Megan was home.

My Megan.
My sub.

He just hoped that he could persuade
her to stay.

Chapter Four

Megan followed Matt back into the
kitchen. Her head swam and she tingled all over after the kiss they had just
shared. She had longed for more, for him to suggest they try out some of the
implements in the room or even just have a good old-fashioned fuck, but he had
kissed her like he never wanted to let go.

And that had been that.
Nothing else.
Not even another fingering of her pulsing
pussy.

She could cry with frustration
and need.

But she knew better.

A good sub did not beg or insist.
She did as she was told.
Allowed her Dom to lead her, to please
her, to do as he wished.

And she found that in spite of
the passing of time and their separation, she still trusted her Dom. She had to
have faith in his decisions and to allow him to do what was right by them both.
She felt some of the tension in her shoulders slip away. It was nice to be
taken care of again. To have a man who made the decisions with her at the
forefront of his mind. Giving him the power to do that was enjoyable, and she
let herself slide into the feeling as she would into a Jacuzzi. The hot bubbles
met her skin and slipped along it, popping up to the surface, each one carrying
away another small particle of her uncertainty.

She leaned against the counter as
Matt fished around in the giant silver fridge. He brought out a bottle of white
wine, a bowl of strawberries and a squirt can
of
whipped
cream. She smiled at his wicked expression.

“Master?”

“Sub.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“How about we whip ourselves up
some strawberries and cream and wash it down with a cool, crisp Pinot Grigio?”
He shook the can to illustrate his meaning.

“Sounds good to
me.”

She walked towards him and he
placed everything on the counter.

“Turn around.”

“Yes, Master.”

Megan turned to face the central
island. Matt took hold of her hips and pulled her towards him then bent her
over so that her breasts brushed against the edge of the cool black marble. She
sucked in a breath at the shocking sensation as it brushed her tender nipples. Then
he stuck a foot between her legs and nudged them further apart.

“What’s your color, sub?”

“Green.”

“Good.”

He rubbed a hand over her
buttocks and upper thighs.

“And now?”

“Still green, Master, and I have
been a naughty girl.” Her stomach flipped with excitement. They had played with
food before and whipped cream was one of her favorites. It usually involved her
being whipped into
a frenzy
, then used as a human bowl.

She gripped the edge of the
counter.

“Oh, you have been a naughty
little sub.” Matt’s deep voice resounded through her body, tightening her
nipples into stiff peaks and tickling her pussy. “You’ve spent far too long away
from me.”

“I have, Master… I’m so naughty.”

“What should I do to my naughty
little sub?” Matt was checking. She realized that now. He wanted to know if she
was prepared to go ahead. Before they had split, over four years ago, he hadn’t
needed to check so thoroughly because they had been so in tune. But this was
like new again and she respected him making sure. It showed that he cared. In
no way was he abusing his position as Dom.

“If it pleases you, Master, you
should spank me.” There. She’d said it. Would he do it? Sometimes he had done
it to warm her up, to excite her and himself but sometimes he had led her to
expect it then declined. Either way could be a form of punishment, depending on
her mood.

Now, right now, she wanted to
feel the heat of his hand upon her bare ass.

“I think I will spank you.
To remind you what you’ve been missing and to punish you for
leaving me for so long.”

“Please, Master,” she begged.
“Punish me.” She bit her lip.

The room fell silent.

She waited. Her pussy clenched
with longing and her skin burned to be touched.

Then it came.

The first hard slap ministered to
her right cheek. Hard enough to tingle but not hard enough to really hurt.

“Oh, Master… more, please, more.”

He slapped her again, on the left
cheek. Megan steadied herself with her hands and wriggled her bottom.

Please touch me…

She sighed when the next slap
caught her pussy from behind. The sting on her lower lips made her throb with
lust, and her inner muscles tightened with the onset of orgasm.
Just a few more.

He administered another
resounding slap that caught both her cheeks together.

“What color are you now,
sub
?”

“Green…
SO
green.”

“Do you deserve more?”

“If you think I do, Master.”

He paused and she listened to the
sound of his breathing. He was excited. He wanted to do more but he was holding
back.
Taking his time.

“No. I think I’ve punished you
enough for now.”

She bit her lip to prevent her
moan of disappointment.

Matt turned her around. He eyed
her bosoms and the wanton flush that spread across her chest. He lifted her
onto the counter and she giggled as the ice-cold surface met her flesh.

“Lie back.”

He helped her to lie down so that
her head almost touched the sink.

“Now spread your arms and legs.”

Megan spread herself out like a
starfish until she was totally exposed upon the counter. Every inch of her body
blazed with desire and her breaths were fast and shallow. The exhilaration of
their play was overwhelming with its intensity and she realized how much she
had missed it. Feeling Matt’s power, knowing that he could spank her just hard
enough to rouse her stirred her in so many ways. He was a big man. He could
have crushed her with one hand if he chose. But he knew how to channel his
power in just the right way. He could control how he spanked her and how he
stimulated her. He just knew her so well and he had so much skill and
experience.

So much will power.

How many men had that?

“Good, sub,” he whispered as he
walked around the island. “You look so good.”

Megan trembled with joy at his
compliments. She had always loved to be praised by him. He picked up the can of
cream and gave it a good shake.

“Now I’d like to see just how
creamy you get.”

He pulled the top off the can
then began to squirt it all over her mound. Megan closed her eyes as the cold
frothy cream began to seep between the heated folds of her sex. For she knew
what Matt was about to do next.

Or at least she thought she knew.

****

“Now, sub, lie very still. I’ll
be back in a moment.”

Megan peered at Matt’s retreating
form. He had returned to the room just off the kitchen. What had he gone to
get? Her stomach fluttered as if full of a thousand butterflies and she
wriggled her hips in anticipation.

Though she had already decided
that this would just be about tonight, she suspected that Matt would make it a night
to remember and one that would leave her struggling to depart from Cherub and
from his life again. Breaking it off with him four years ago had been so tough.
Would she be able to summon the courage, the resolve to do it again?

Relax. Enjoy. Focus.

The ice cold cream began to melt.
It trickled down between her pussy lips, then between her buttocks. She shivered
with delight. Her clit was already swollen from Matt’s caresses and the thought
that she would soon receive more left her panting with excitement. She fought
the urge to touch herself and bring out the orgasm that hovered in her pussy.
It would be worth waiting for.
Just hold
on…

Matt’s approaching footsteps
increased her anticipation and she closed her eyes again.

She heard a click and the room
behind her eyelids brightened. Twilight had fallen quickly in Cherub, as it
always did.

“Megan…Open your eyes.”

She obeyed. Her mouth fell open.

“What’s that?”

“A new toy for
your pleasure.”

He held up a small pink cylinder.
Attached to it by a small wire were two pink and silver nipple clamps. They
glinted beneath the kitchen spotlights.

Megan frowned. “I can see that
they’re nipple clamps but what’s the cylinder for?”

“These are very special clamps,
sub. They increase the pleasure because they vibrate.”

Megan took a deep breath.
Vibrating clamps.
In their play in the past, Matt had used a variety of clamps on her. He had
started her off with leather thongs that were tightened around the nipple by
sliding a toggle towards the lasso end. They had been more aesthetic than
anything else, offering a mild squeezing sensation. Then they had progressed to
adjustable ones that stung like hell when he first put them on and when he took
them off. But they always, always increased Megan’s pleasure. She adored them.

So the vibrating ones…well, they
should be a real treat.