Innocence Tempted (11 page)

"You like using my cock like your own personal fuck toy don't you?" I dug my heels into the floor and lifted my hips to meet her. She let out a short cry as I bucked against her cervix.

I palmed her breasts and felt her gush around me as I squeezed the now oversensitive flesh. "Beautiful fucking tits," I growled. I lifted her breasts up, and pushed her back against my bent legs. My thumb traced circles around her pink areola. I increased the pace and force of my hips
,
taking control of her. Fuck she brought out the most primal instincts in me. All I could think about was plowing right through her hot cunt.

I wrapped her beautiful hair around one fist and tugged her head back, arching her over my legs. I could watch her like this for hours. I rendered her immobile with the hand in her hair, her perky tits thrust out to me, as I fucked her from below.

I squeezed her hip, pulling her down hard on my cock
,
and commanded her to orgasm. She did so a moment later, her wet pussy tightening around my erection. The feeling was too intense, and I joined her with a grunt, watching her breast heave with exertion.

I pressed my face once again to her chest before letting her up. She stood a little wobbly on her feet. I lifted myself to the couch and pulled her to me, her back to my front.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

She took a deep breath before answering. "Like I just went twenty minutes on a rodeo bull."

I laughed. She was going to be just fine.

Time passed by like it always does, and I began to feel more pressure about school. I hadn't told anyone, but I had some fairly deep
-
rooted fears about failing out. I felt as though I'd never really been challenged in my academic career, and I was having nightmares where seven
foot tall college administrators in jet
-
black suits called me stupid and sent me home. Part of me knew that it was pointless to worry, but that didn't keep the dreams away.

I had been debating telling Cody about it, but I wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. The last few times that we'd been together he had been more gentle with me – playful even. Don't get me wrong, he was still every bit the quintessential Dominant male, but he hadn't made an effort to spank me or really get rough with me since the night I had embarrassingly sobbed all over him. For the first couple of days following that whole episode I had felt both exhausted and exposed, but then after the initial feelings had passed I realized that I really did feel better. I asked myself repeatedly why that was, but over-analyzing it wasn't helping so I opted to just accept it.

I made my way over to Cody’s house with my head still full of questions, but my spirit oddly lighter. I was getting better at accepting his leadership. I didn’t feel the need to question his every action quite so frequently. He hadn’t been wrong about me yet.

"Cody?"

"Yeah?" He looked up from the stove where he was browning chicken for dinner.

"What do you do when you are nervous about something?"

"Me personally? I'm the 'face it head first' type, but if it's something that I can't face for whatever reason
,
I usually wear myself out on the side of a mountain. Every problem looks smaller from the top of a cliff. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just having some anxiety about leaving for school in the fall, and I know it's silly but I can't seem to help it. I thought you might know some good anti-anxiety yoga poses or something."

He laughed, and his smile alone made me feel better. "Well, I don't know about yoga poses, but you could try rock climbing, might be a good distraction."

"No thank you. I get sent to the ER enough as it is."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Kat. I think you might like it. There are a couple of us taking a quick overnight trip this Friday. It's just camping Friday night. We're going to climb on Saturday. The afternoon stuff will be too hard for you, but you could do the morning climb with us. You should come."

"What would I tell my dad?"

"I don't know. Say you're staying the night at a friend's house."

"Who all is going?" I asked. I wasn't sure that I was comfortable camping overnight with a bunch of strangers. I knew that Cody wouldn't let anything bad happen to me, but still.

"You remember Susan and Gage from the bonfire?" I did remember. I hadn't gotten to know them very well but they seemed like decent people. "They're going. I don't think I told you, but Gage is also a
D
om. Susan is his submissive."

"Really? I thought they were dating?"

"They're engaged to be married actually. They have an exclusive full-time D/s relationship. They are usually only vanilla in public or around people who don't know. Andy is the only other person that I think you know. His wife Charlotte is going to be away so she's not coming. There are a handful of others. It's a good group. You'll fit in just fine."

I had to admit that it did sound like fun. I wasn't too sure about the climbing, but the party would be a good way to relax, and spending a night in a tent with Cody didn't sound too terrible either.

"What time are you leaving?"

"If your dad won't be home, I could pick you up around six Friday night. I'll bring you back late on Saturday, like ten or eleven."

"Let me check my dad’s schedule, and I'll let you know okay?"

He nodded and then lifted the chicken from the stove
,
setting it on the table in front of me. We ate in silence for a few minutes, and I thought about the trip. Was I brave enough to go? I was never fond of lying to my father, but I was sure that he wouldn't let me go if he knew who I was really going with.

"What's going on in that pretty little head?" Cody asked. I looked up from my salad. How long had he been watching me?

"I was just thinking. I really would like to go with you this weekend."

"Great. Sleeping bag sex is always amusing."

I laughed.
Only Cody.

After dinner we went into the living room, and he pulled me into his arms on the couch. "What do you want to do tonight, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Aren't you supposed to tell me what we're doing?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Sometimes I don't care. What are you in the mood for?"

I sometimes forgot that he was a person just like any other. I guess he was entitled to an indecisive day once in a while. I shrugged. I was terrible at coming up with things to do.

"Okay I have an idea," he finally said, pushing me from his lap and leading me by the hand down the hall. "Let's fit you with a climbing harness for Saturday."

"What?" I asked. That didn't sound like very much fun.

"Strip."

"Why?"

He shot me
a
sharp look making it clear that I had forgotten my place. I mumbled an apology and then started to take my clothes off. Apparently I didn't understand how fitting a rock climbing harness worked.

"Kneel," he commanded when I was standing before him naked. I dropped to my pose. I was getting better at this. It wasn't as uncomfortable to be naked in front of him now. I couldn't really see what he was doing, but I heard him rummaging around in the closet. A moment later he dropped a mess of nylon straps and rope on the floor in front of me.

"Look at me, Katlyn." I looked up. He had more nylon strapping in his hands. "This is a climbing harness. I'm going to put it on you, and then suspend you from the rafters." I looked up. He had strung a rope through the open wooden trusses in the room.
Seriously?

The idea both terrified and excited me. I really liked the idea of restraint and suspension. I had seen pictures of it on the Internet. Suspended and bound women always looked really beautiful to me. However, I was not the average woman. I was sure this would probably kill me. I could just see trying to explain this accident to my dad at the hospital. Still, Cody had tied me up before, and it had been pretty great so far. I took a deep breath and focused on my breathing.

"L
ie
on your back with your legs up." I did as he told me, and he knelt down between my legs. He slid the loops over my feet and up around my knees. His hands brushed my skin as he worked, and it set my body on fire. I loved this part. The anticipation was half the fun.

He lifted my hips and slipped one loop of the harness around my waist and two more around the junction of my leg and pussy. It was strange and not particularly comfortable.

He pulled me into a sitting position. "Arms up," he said. I put my hands above my head. He worked the top part of the harness around me so that it fit like suspenders in the back and then joined in a single line between my breasts.

He lowered his mouth to my breast gently sucking. I shuddered. Was I ready to be hung from the ceiling? As his mouth moved over my flesh, I found that I didn't care. I was sure that was his intent.

He touched me intimately as he tightened and adjusted the straps. When he had me writhing with need, he lifted himself from me and told me to l
ie
flat on my back. I did so awkwardly. He connected ropes
,
which were knotted with a carabiner at the end
,
to the metal rings on the harness between my breasts and at my belly button.

"I'm going to lift you now. Tell me if anything pinches or hurts."

"Yes, Sir," I answered. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. He pulled me from the floor an inch at a time. It felt at first like a tugging at my sternum, then more pressure, then as my weight was redistributed I felt the full shape of the harness. The lower loops took the weight of
f
my legs which were now raised about sixteen inches, my feet still touching the floor.

"Give me a scale of one to ten on your level of comfort. One being you want me to put you down, ten being you could hang there all day."

I turned my head to watch him working the ropes to lift me.

"About an eight?"

He considered that for a moment and then lifted me a little higher, maybe three feet total. I was floating with my stomach toward the ceiling, my torso parallel to the floor, and my legs bent at the knee. My toes just barely brushed the floor. He tied the rope off and checked to make sure that it was properly secured.

He crossed the room to me slowly and stood at my head looking down at me. "Okay?" I nodded that I was fine. "You look very beautiful like this, Katlyn. Do you like it?"

"I don't know yet," I answered honestly. It was a little uncomfortable but had the potential to be worth it.

"I string you up, and you suddenly forget how to address me."

Oh shit.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It is a bit disorienting."

"Mmm. I think that perhaps you didn't get the message from your first punishment."

Punishment? He was going to punish me like this?

"That will have to wait however," he continued. "Because I want you to suck my cock."

Upside down?
He couldn't be serious. But he was serious. He lowered his fly and stroked his cock for a moment
,
looking at me hanging there helpless. I licked my lips instinctively. I could do this.
Right?

He stepped forward and cupped the back of my head in his hand. "Open up."

I did as he asked and took his cock into my mouth. It was definitely different. I struggled to breath, swallow, and suck all at the same time. It was difficult, but I was never one to back down from a challenge. I would please him if it was the last thing I did.

He moved his hips slowly, more gently than he would have done if I was on my knees. "Nice, Katlyn." His hand tightened in my hair. "I like having you completely at my mercy."

He wasn't the only one. The vulnerability of it was intense. Up to this point, if I had really struggled, I might have been able to get free
;
but when suspended
,
wiggling only made me swing.

He didn't fuck my mouth for long, preferring to walk around to the other side and take me properly. He didn't hesitate, simply grabbing the straps of my harness and plunging into me. I laid my head back into vacant space and tried to relax. It was difficult. I was acutely aware of his body. He wasn't touching me at any point, except the place where we were joined, and it pulled my focus to that one place. H
is
cock was long and thick inside me, and I felt every inch as he moved in and out seeking his own pleasure.

His fingers eventually found my exposed clit. He played with me, letting me feel the familiar sensation accompanied by the new experience. He shifted my position periodically, putting my legs over his shoulders, holding my wrists.

"Katlyn," he growled, pulling me out of my musings. "You will not c
u
m without my permission. Remember your lesson."

Fuck.

I was so focused on the weightless sensation and the distinct repetitive rhythm of his thrusts that I
had
forgotten my previous lessons on orgasm control. It came over me without warning, a far cry from the building slow burn that I
normally
experienced. I fought at the last minute to resist, but by the time I realized
, it was useless
. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. He growled at me anyway, and I had no doubt that he'd felt it.