She threw her head back and cried out as what Sara could only guess was another orgasm took hold.
Sara couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be forced into multiple orgasms.
“Ahem.”
The fine hairs on the back of Sara’s neck stood at attention. Slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder and saw her own ‘Master’ behind her, with his arms folded over his gloriously muscled chest, a scowl stretched across his face.
She scrambled to her feet. “I…um…”
He reached around her and pulled the door closed. “I never imagined you to be a voyeur, Sara.”
“I…I thought she was in trouble. Then I realized that she was in session and I wanted to turn away, but-”
“But you just couldn’t help yourself,” he said, interrupting her.
Her gaze fell away from him and heat flooded her cheeks. She’d allowed herself to do something she knew was wrong and now she’d been caught. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Sara.”
His words sent a shiver up her spine. “What are you going to do to
me?”
He grabbed her wrist. “It’s time for your next lesson,” he said, as he
pulled her in the direction of her room.
The heavy door slammed shut, confining her inside the room.
He tugged her toward the bed. “I think you need a little taste of what you saw. Now up on the bed and lay face down.”
Oh, God. What did he have planned for her? She followed his instructions, and all the while her body shook. Turning her head in his direction, she tried to see what he was doing. The nightstand drawer was open and he removed several scarves from inside. He moved to the bed, took her hand in his, and wrapped one wrist, securing it to the bedpost. A new rush of fear raced through her. She didn’t care for the idea of being shackled to the bed, completely vulnerable and at his mercy.
Watching someone else go through it was one thing, but she had no interest in participating herself. As he secured the second binding, she pulled back; the fabric tightened around her wrists and bit into her skin. Despite the pain, she yanked harder, desperate to break loose. Her breathing sped up, coming in short bursts and she whimpered as she tugged frantically on both bindings.
“Sara?” He moved to her head. The look on his face was one of growing concern.
“I don’t like this,” she said, tears stinging her eyes.
He grabbed her wrist and stilled her movements. “Don’t cry, baby. Just relax and I’ll untie you.” The tone in his voice changed. Gone was the authoritative master, replaced once again by the man she loved.
She loosened her pull on the bindings. He reached above her head and untied her. Free, she sat up and put her hands over her face. Humiliated beyond comprehension, Sara wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. It was ridiculous of her to think that Adam would do anything to hurt her. She trusted him more than anybody else in her life. Still, even the idea of being held captive caused her blood pressure to rise and her heart to pound uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, Adam. I can’t.”
He stroked a gentle hand along her back before wrapping a protective arm around her. “It’s okay, honey. I do understand. Bondage isn’t for everyone. Maybe we’ve found one of your hard boundaries. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I know, but-” She shook her head. How could she make him understand the battle taking place inside her head?
“I have an idea.”
She glanced up at him. “What’s that?”
“You tie me up first. I know it goes against the rules, but it’s not like Ms. Black is watching us. So what if you bind me and then you can see it’s not that bad.”
As much as she didn’t want to be bound herself, the idea of tying Adam up did pique her curiosity. Plus, the fact that he was not only willing to break the rules for her but also play the submissive, touched her. “O… okay,” she squeaked.
How could she possibly back out on him, when he was trying so
hard?
He slid from the bed, stripped, and climbed back onto the mattress.
Without a word, he lifted his arms above his head and winked. Sara leaned over and lightly wrapped his wrists within the bindings, then secured his legs. She stepped back and surveyed her work. Adam lay spread-eagle on the bed, his cock resting at half-mast and a perpetual smile stretched across his face. The only problem now was, what did she do with him?
“I…um.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Do whatever you want, baby. That’s the beauty of having a submissive. You can do anything you want to them.”
“Anything I want, huh?” She eyed the flogger lying mere inches from where she stood, then thought better of the idea. It wouldn’t be fair to him to do anything she wouldn’t be willing to have done to her.
Deciding to play it safe, she crawled between his spread legs. “So, I could take you to the brink of an orgasm, back off and you can’t do anything about it?”
He arched a brow. “Yeah, I suppose you could.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and stroked upwards. His eyes widened and he sucked in a quick breath.
Before long Adam was panting and jerking at the restraints. “I want to touch you, baby. You need to let me out of these bindings.”
She paused, letting his dick slip from between her lips, and smiled. “Would you let me out if I asked or would you keep me tied up until you were done with me?”
He pursed his lips together. “Probably the latter.”
“Probably the latter,” she repeated. “Well, then, I think you’re staying put until I’m done with you.”
He groaned and let his head fall back to the pillow. “Now I know why there are rules.”
She couldn’t help but smile at his revelation. This wasn’t only about the rules and she knew it. By allowing her to tie him up, Adam was proving his trust in her. That action alone meant more to Sara than all their conversations regarding trust put together.
Using the techniques she’d learned the day before, Sara gave Adam her all. He writhed and bucked against her mouth, moaning in pleasure. “Sara, baby, you have to stop or I’m going to come.”
She paused, allowing him to slip from her mouth, yet continuing to stroke him with her hand. “And that would be bad why?” The teasing tone of her voice caught her off guard and she had to wonder where that had come from. It was out of character for her to playfully banter with him during sex.
His eyes narrowed, obviously not amused by her statement. “Sara Beth Kingston, you let me out of these restraints right now.”
Her grin widened and she slithered up his body, making sure to take her time and brush against all his sensitive areas. “Spoilsport,” she said, untying him from his silk shackles.
As soon as the restraints fell away, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto the bed. “I-” He kissed her on the neck. “Am not-” He continued a trail of kisses down over her collarbone. “A spoilsport.” He ended his sentence by sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Sara sucked in a quick breath and closed her eyes. Who was she to argue? He let go of her nipple. “It’s your turn, baby. You think you can do this now?”
She nodded even as her stomach twisted into knots. If he could allow her to tie him up, then she had to at least try.
“Okay, let’s try this again. Roll over on your stomach.”
She slowly changed positions and lifted a tentative arm above her. He wrapped the scarf loosely around her wrist. “I’m going to tie these so you should be able to get out if you need to.”
She nodded, her eyes not leaving where his hands were currently tying her other arm into place. At least she’d let Adam lay face up, so what was the deal with him putting her on her stomach?
He leaned over and whispered. “If at any point you don’t think you can do this, pull your arms free. If you can’t get loose then use your safe word.” He smoothed his hands along her flesh, then stopped and began kneading the muscles in her shoulders and neck. “Okay, we’re going to try this again, so relax, Sara Beth. Remember, you’re in control. You do have the final say.”
She stilled under his touch, relaxing as he slowly massaged her back. After a few minutes, her eyes fluttered shut as she centered on the wonderful pressure he exerted on her body.
“Doing something for the first time can be scary. You have to take hold of your fears and let yourself succumb to the moment. Now I’m going to continue getting you ready.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her hips off the bed. When he let go, she realized her abdomen rested atop several pillows. His hand skimmed down her leg before he wrapped the fabric around her ankle and cinched it to the third post. She swallowed back the bile and waited to see what would come next. “I’m in control. I’m in control,” she silently whispered.
He followed with the other leg until she was completely secure. Sara now lay sprawled face down on the bed, shackled with her ass in the air. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might just beat out of her chest. It didn’t matter that he’d gone first and showed her what it would be like, she still couldn’t do this. She couldn’t be this submissive and was just about to utter her safe word when his prehensile tongue swept over her folds. Currents of electricity shot through her cunt and raced through her body to register in her brain. She gasped, swallowing the words. He sucked gently on her swollen bud before taking another swipe through her inflamed tissues. New and glorious sensations hovered in her belly, like the beating wings of dragonflies. His warm breath blew over the opening to her channel, followed once again by the wet heat of his tongue.
“For every time you don’t fight me, I’ll reward you just like this,” he said as he moved away from her.
Fight him? Reward her? What did he have planned? Before Sara had completed the thought, she heard a soft whooshing noise, and several small bites of pain registered along her back. She yelped and struggled to see what he was doing. His hand came down over her stinging flesh and rubbed gently. “I promise, nothing too painful. It’s just a little taste of what your friend was experiencing. Remember your safe word and if at any time it’s too much, you tell me.”
How could she possibly fight him when he was going to reward her like that? What would be the harm in allowing him to show her what she was already curious about? “Okay,” she managed to squeak as she closed her eyes and lowered her head to the pillow.
The whooshing sound returned, followed by several small stings along her back. Sara whimpered and wiggled, but held her own. Again the flogger came down, a little lower and slightly harder. The flesh on her lower back screamed in protest as the skin on her ass burned. Despite her best effort to hold it back, a sob ripped from her throat and she twisted in her bindings.
“Are you okay?”
Unable to speak, she nodded.