Working Out the Kinks (Chain) (7 page)

My focus turned to the footsteps emerging back into the room. Eric stalked toward me, the familiar rope in his hand from the night before. He worked above my head to bind my wrists snug. He latched the rope to something I couldn’t see and it caused the restraints to become tighter.

“What were you looking at when I came back into the room?” he asked me while tying my ankles. It was a distraction to keep my mind occupied with other things as he bound me to the table.

“I was looking at the piano, Sir,” I answered softly.

Eric looked over and then back at me, flashing a smirk.

“Do you play, Alexandra?”

“I used to, when I was younger.”

Eric finished the ties with a tight knot and then leaned down on top of the table next to me, stroking the side of my face gently with the backs of his knuckles.

“Do you play, Sir?” I asked.

Eric smiled. “Unfortunately, no. But my Master does when he stops by.”

Master? How did this man have a Master?

He gave a nod toward the piano. “And you’ll find out soon enough why those rings are there.”

Eric sat up and I noticed a thick leather collar in his hand. He attached the band around my neck, the giant O-ring dangling cold against my warm skin. Next to come was a matching leash, which he clipped into the collar and then wound the handle around his fist. With a small tug, he pulled me up by my neck. My throat as well as my outstretched arms strained from the pull. I gritted my teeth and held my tongue.

“Tonight, I want you to learn that any type of pain can be managed with the right frame of mind. You are the only one who can hurt yourself, Alexandra, not me. I’m giving you the tools for pleasure. It’s your job to find it.”

Eric leaned forward and kissed my lips tenderly. I wanted to deepen the touch, but he had other impending matters, and broke away from my mouth to tower over me.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

“Good. Now stay relaxed, Alexandra. I want you to concentrate on my eyes.”

I had been so focused on other things I hadn’t realized that not only were my hands tied, but my legs were bound and attached to the table as well. It caused me to tense and slightly panic. Eric noticed it as well as he took my head between his hands.

“No, none of that. Look at me,” he said with a stern voice. “Look at me, Alexandra. You’re safe. I’m here with you.”

I did so, captured in his shimmering blue eyes the second we made contact. He held me there, breathing with me as I tried to lower my heart rate.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “You’re doing very well.”

I smiled at his compliment and he pressed a series of small kisses to my lips. With his tongue dancing across mine, I felt him rubbing his groin against my center. From his earlier work, I was already primed and ready for more.

“I’m going to fuck you, Alexandra,” he growled, nipping lightly with his teeth against my bottom lip. I heard the sound of a zipper being dragged down, and then the tight press of the tip of his cock at my entrance. I shuddered with desire, trying my best to open my legs wider, but the bindings held me firm. Slowly, painfully slow, he slid the tip of himself in, causing us both to moan. Eric pushed himself quick with one hard thrust to the hilt. My eyes shot open, my throat straining against the ropes when my body became alive with need.

He wrapped the leash around his hand tighter and pulled it closer to him. My neck lifted up and pain shot through my arms. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a hint of wetness behind them.

“Remember what I said about pain, Alexandra,” Eric demanded.

I remembered his words, repeating them back in my head.

Eric released the leash and then pulled himself almost entirely from my folds. He drew back in and pumped his cock several times back and forth. I moaned and arched into him. He wrapped an arm under me at my waist to hold me closer. With his other hand, he pulled on my leash once more, inflicting a new wave of pain. I groaned, and he continued to thrust.

I stifled a cry, but couldn’t hold it back much. The gasp I made fell from my mouth and Eric captured it with another kiss. He distracted me with pleasure, building at my pain. I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips, to hold him in my arms and claw at his back. But the damn ropes were holding me down, and I needed to figure out how to work with them, and not against them.

Eric released the ropes but when he did, I noticed him slowing down his hips.

“Please, Sir,” I said with a moan pressed against his lips.

“Tell me you want me to pull harder,” he grunted and gave me another thrust.

I worked through the pain wracking my body and concentrated on turning it into the pleasure blazing inside of me. Eric’s body, grinding into mine, was helping to distract me. He was driving up just against the top of my clit, rubbing it up and down and in circular motions.

“I want you to pull harder, Sir,” I begged, almost shocked by my words because of how easily they came out.

Eric pushed harder and quicker, holding the leash close to his chest. I bit my lips between my teeth and moaned. Somewhere deep inside the pit of my stomach I started to feel my orgasm budding once more. I was in pure bliss, even as the collar was pulling too tight and my arms were going numb.

“Please pull harder, Sir. I want it harder,” I pleaded almost incoherently. He looked at me and smiled. Without words, he wove the leash around his hand once more and yanked.

“Fuck,” I cried out loudly.

Eric pressed his hand down between our bodies and found my swollen clit. He flicked his fingers across it several times, but even that was not enough. I needed release, and badly.

“P-please may I come, Sir?” I begged with short breaths. “I need to come.”

Eric kissed my cheek and turned to nibble on my earlobe with his teeth.

“Come on my cock, Alexandra.”

His words were the last straw, and I shuddered with my climax in seconds. I cried out and thrashed against the ropes. They dug into my limbs, but I was far from reason anymore. Eric pushed harder into me, and it wasn’t long after my orgasm had claimed me that he began to feel his. He pushed his forehead against mine and grunted, pulling himself from my body, spilling in hot spurts on my stomach.

After a few moments, he relaxed and he released the leash to hold himself up above me. My head fell with a
thud
against the table in exhaustion. The orgasm denied for almost twenty-four hours had finally taken me, and I was spent beyond repair.

Eric drifted away from the table to return with a wet towel. Cleaning me carefully, he finished and tossed the towel to the ground.

“I should leave you like this all night,” Eric mused with a chuckle, dragging a finger down between the valley of my breasts.

“If you’d like that, Sir,” I sighed and felt my eyes grow heavy.

“One day, you’ll be able to do that. But for now, you’re not ready to handle this position for much more than an hour.”

He almost sounded mad about it.

I hated myself for feeling so tired, but after a long day and a powerful orgasm, my eyes wouldn’t stay open for long. The tiny circling of his thumb around my nipple wasn’t helping the matter.

“You did very well tonight,” I heard him tell me. My head lolled to the side, against my fastened arm and the warm feeling of his chest was close to my face as he started to untie me. With one more sweep of my lashes, my eyes shut.

“Thank you, Sir.” I thought I heard myself say it out loud, but my mind was already drifting off.

I slept so soundly that I barely noticed I had been chained to the bedpost until I opened my eyes and stretched my limbs. The collar I wore last night was still tight around my neck, but the leash had been replaced by a thick metal chain. The chain draped across Eric’s crisp white bedding and was strung up high, locked in place at the headboard above. I tried lifting myself and had to fall back against my elbows because I found I couldn’t move much else. The blinds were drawn, letting only a small amount of the morning light in. I groaned and rested back down on the bed.

A warm hand snuck around my waist and dragged me in against a hard body. I closed my eyes and smiled, enjoying the feel of Eric pressed into my backside. He brushed away the hair from my neck to kiss my skin, nibbling at it playfully with his teeth.

“Roll over to your stomach,” he whispered. Still half-groggy, I turned and moved into the position he wanted. Eric rolled with me, pressing himself over me. He urged my hips to rise up and he held me close. I felt his stiff cock pushing at my thigh, guided by his hand in search of my entrance.

With my legs, I shifted to help him find what he was looking for and gasped as he pushed his hardness deep into me. Eric purred at the contact and held me firm with his hands on his hips. He wasted no time in fucking me, pounding against the backs of my thighs relentlessly. I grasped the chains around my wrists to hold me up and help push back against him.

My body had gone slick with need, his thrusts moving faster in rhythm. In minutes, I was listening to the sounds of his grunts and gasps as he came, hard and strong. Eric’s hips continued to push against mine, eventually coming to a slow halt before he fell back against the bed. I turned and found him with one arm draped across his face, his lips parted.

It was when I began to lay still once more that I noticed the tingling in my arms and legs. They were sore, and upon further observation, I noticed marks matching the ropes he used the night before.

Eric sat up and swung his legs over his side of the bed. He stood and went into the bathroom. I only caught a glimpse of the room before he shut the door and wished I could have seen more. I waited patiently for him to return, as I had no other choice. I rested my head on my arms and drew in a sigh. I was sore and really needed a shower. On cue, my stomach growled with hunger. Hopefully he would allow me to take care of some of my basic needs.

He remerged and didn’t make eye contact with me. He walked around the bedroom and opened the drapes with a dramatic push of his hands. I squinted while trying to adjust to the brightness of the sun.

“I’ll be busy this weekend, but I still expect you to behave on your own. I’d like for you to see Whitney and take her out to lunch. She’ll be over later tonight and I will ask her about her day,” he explained, keeping his back to me the entire time as he admired the view outside. I wondered if his neighbors could see him, standing there nude. I smiled, imagining the scenario. But when I looked closer at him, my smile faded slowly. Upon his back, in methodical lines and slashes, were faint scars covering his smooth muscles. My brow fused as I studied the marks. They were old, nothing less than a few years, but they were deep enough to make a permanent score.

He turned and walked back to the bed to sit down. He reached into the table next to me and pulled out a set of small keys. The first to go were the ankle chains, which he unlatched and helped ease my legs out. Eric turned his attention to my wrists and did the same. He rubbed my skin to help bring back some of the sensation and then gave a nod of his head for me to begin my duties.

I slipped off the bed and started to reach for my dress, discarded on a chair in the corner of the room.

“No clothes.” Eric stopped me. “I don’t allow submissives to wear clothes when they’re here.”

“May I use the restroom, Sir?” I asked.

Eric found that amusing. “I thought I already told you that you could.”

I groaned internally. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Bathroom,” he replied motioning with his head as he folded his arms across his chest.