An Expert in Domination (7 page)

“This,” he said, gesturing at her and the rope, “is sex. Do you mean intercourse?”

“Yeah. Intercourse. Coitus.”

He leaned forward and whispered, “Fucking. No fucking.”

“Yes.”

“Not a problem, my little hedonist. Now.” He paused. “I think you need to be tied up a little more. And I’m out of purple, so I’m going to have to switch to some undyed hemp.”

He knelt down on the floor and pulled out some pale brownish rope. There was something odd about having him down like that while she was still standing, and she didn’t understand why he didn’t just bend over.
This is probably better for his back, but it doesn’t look as domly.

Then he started wrapping the rope around one of her ankles, and she understood. He tied another rope around her other ankle without tying the first to anything. Then he looked up and tapped the inside of her calf. “Legs farther apart,” he said.

She widened her stance slightly. He tapped on her calf again. The fact that he didn’t give her a verbal command confused her, but she moved her legs.
Tap, tap.
She moved them farther, and he wasn’t satisfied until her feet were more than her shoulder width apart. Then he tied the ends of each rope to rings set in the base of the frame. She might be able to spread them wider, although that wouldn’t be comfortable, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to close them. Maybe he thought the exposure would be a turn-on, but it only made her more nervous.
Good. I’m going to win this bet.

Her ex-husband had always said she was overcompetitive. Especially when she beat him at games.
Whatever.
If he’d stuck around for the kids, maybe what he’d said would have value. As it was, she took pride in her competitiveness.

Colby straightened and ran a finger down her neck to between her breasts. She couldn’t move away very well. “You aren’t just reluctant to submit, are you?” he asked. “You don’t like to lose. You’re determined not to come, even though an orgasm would be better than not having to pay for your steak.”

Get out of my head.
“Yes. But it would mean losing. And besides, you haven’t even done anything to turn me on yet.”

As she said it, she realized it was a lie. Her pussy was wet. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples ached. She was turned on by the rope, by the situation, and by the well-built man in front of her.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to come.

“Comfy?”

That wasn’t the term she would have used, but she realized that yes, she was comfortable. The ropes hugged her wrists and ankles and caressed her chest, but they didn’t bite into her unless she really pulled. And it wasn’t a horribly difficult position to stand in. “Yes, Colby.”

“Good.” He pulled out some more rope and tied one end to the bottom center of the chest harness. Then he tied some other knots in it, tossed it between her legs, caught it on the other side, and tied it off in back. He pulled on it until it was snug, with a line of rope on each side of her pussy.
Clearly, that’s not going to make me come. But it feels good. Kinky foreplay, I guess.
She couldn’t really see what the point of all the knots he’d tied were, but they were out of sight now.

He walked around her, his hands trailing along her body. Shoulders, arms, side, legs—he seemed to be avoiding her most erogenous zones. She gave up trying to figure out how he was going to accomplish his objective, because nothing he did seemed to be an attempt at it. Slowly, she relaxed. She closed her eyes so that she could focus on his fingers.

His fingers drifted across her breasts. Five minutes passed until he touched her nipples. It was almost like getting a slow and sensual massage. One hand drifted down her belly for a fleeting touch of her pussy. A moment later, he dipped a finger inside her, sliding in easily. She tensed, preparing to resist, but nothing else happened. He withdrew his finger and feathered it across her belly, a wet reminder of just how turned on she was.

He placed something against her pussy. She wasn’t sure what it was, so she opened her eyes to look down, but she still couldn’t see clearly without bending forward. She tried that, only to have him grab her hair and force her to stop. She glared at him for a moment, and then, seeing his smile, relaxed. He was taking charge, and that was fine. That was what they’d agreed to.

He reached down for another rope, still holding on to her hair. He weaved it through her locks and tied it to the bar overhead. Now she definitely couldn’t look down.

His hands drifted over her body again. Stomach, shoulders, back, bottom, breasts. He avoided her pussy, but whatever he had placed there was hard and pressed against it. Still, without friction, that was only so arousing.

He kissed her neck while he cupped her breasts from behind. She sighed into his touch, unable to lean back into him but feeling utterly hedonistic. His fingers brushed her nipples and teased them until they ached even more.
They feel so hard now.
They must be like little pebbles against his hand. Each touch sent a shiver down to her pussy, building pressure. Sophia opened her eyes and looked around, trying to distract herself. The girl on the post had pink stripes all over her body, but she was clearly spaced out, floating in a very pleasant world of her own. At a table, hot wax was being dripped on a voluptuous woman. Neither scene helped distract her. In spite of herself, she wondered what it was like to surrender as completely as the other women seemed to be. She closed her eyes again.

His hand left her for a moment, then returned.
Why?
Then she felt the thing between her legs move. Her pussy shuddered in response to the sudden vibrations.
That doesn’t count. That was just a twitch of surprise.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? It’s the best one I’ve found. I keep a car battery to run it off, so I don’t have to plug it in, and it can go for over an hour. And it will. Leaving my hands free to do this.” He plucked lightly at her nipple. “And this.” He traced his finger along the crack of her ass, making her insides quiver. She nearly lost control at that.

“An hour?” she said, shivering. Surely he didn’t intend to leave that thing there an hour. It was way more powerful than her vibrator at home.

He chuckled. “Would you prefer I remove it the moment I win the bet?” He ran his hands down her sides, with such a light touch it was almost tickling.

She gritted her teeth. “You’re not going to win the bet.” But she was beginning to wonder.

“Well, then, not an issue, is it?” He bent over and sucked one nipple into his mouth, and his hand enfolded her other breast. He cupped her ass and pulled her close just as he nudged the vibrator suddenly forward.

For several minutes—she had no idea how long—he played with her breasts and her ass, pinching lightly, groping, but doing nothing she would think of as S&M. At least, except for the fact that she was tied up and a vibrator was humming away at her, and there was nothing she could do about it. The helplessness alone was an aphrodisiac. She didn’t have the fine control she would at home, to get just the right spot, and there was little she could do to influence it. Instead, he had control, and the more she thought about that, the more turned on she got. His hands, touching wherever he wanted.

She knew she was going to lose the bet. She surrendered to the feeling as her orgasm got closer, her core coiled like a spring, her whole body wanting the sweet release of it. His thigh was grinding the vibe into her, and she was almost there.

Abruptly, he reached down and turned it off.

Her eyes jolted open. “I was—” and then she stopped, not wanting him to know how close she’d been. If he was that much of a fool that he didn’t know he’d almost won, she wasn’t going to give him any hints.

“Oh, I know. Almost about to come. It was too easy. Now you know, and I know, that I can make you, and that you will. And honey, you will get that orgasm. But not without pleasing me greatly first.”

“I said no sex.” Although she was starting to regret it. If he’d fuck her right now, hard, that would do the trick nicely.

“Yes. And there’s no renegotiation just because you’re horny as hell and want to come. No, there are other ways than sex that can please me, and I’m not ruled by my dick. My mind is in charge. And you, my little hedonist, are going to learn to enjoy things you never thought you would.”

She shook her head.

He stared straight into her eyes. She met his gaze. She saw his hand move in her peripheral vision, but she didn’t follow it. Suddenly, her right nipple erupted in pain.

“Ow!” Belatedly, she realized he’d flicked it with his fingernail, hard. “What the hell?” She tried to look down at her breast, even though the rope tugged painfully at her scalp when she did.

He grabbed her chin and forced it up, until she was looking into his eyes again. “I enjoyed that,” he told her. “Shall I do it again?”

She screwed up her face. “What do you think?”

He grinned. “That’s not a no.” He flicked the other nipple this time.

It hurt. It turned her on. It was confusing. She didn’t want to say no. It would be giving in. “I’m not allowed to say no. I’m supposed to be a submissive,” she argued.

He smiled. “Sure you are. Try it. Would you like me to do that again?”

“No.”

He flicked her nipple again.

“Hey! But I said no! You said I could.”

“Yep,” he said good-naturedly. “I didn’t say it would stop me. I just said you could say it. But it would please me if you said yes. Would you like me to flick you again?”

She just stared at him. No wouldn’t do any good. Yes would be a lie. Or would it? He said he was enjoying it, and she didn’t understand that any better than she understood why it was keeping her on the edge of orgasm when it should be distracting her from how horny she felt.
He gets off on having the power. He gets off on turning me on so much.

And the idea of turning him on in return is pretty damn erotic too.
“Will it make you hard?”

“I’m already hard.”

She smirked. “And you won’t be getting any sex either. It will make you harder?”

“Probably.”

“Then flick away.”

“Thank you,” he said with smug satisfaction. Jolt after jolt of pain barraged her breasts. Did they hurt more or less because of the rope that compressed them? She stared into his eyes the whole time, and he stared back. His grin got bigger. She knew she could hide the pain on her face. She wondered if she was hiding her arousal any better. She didn’t think he could make her come just by doing this.
Maybe I can still win this bet, if I can keep him focused on his own cock instead of my pussy.
She wiggled and found she could move forward just enough to rub her thigh against his crotch. Even through the leather pants, she could tell he hadn’t been lying about being hard.

He pushed back. He had a look of incredible intensity.
Now who is going to come in an hour, hmm?
But the danger of that thought was that it made her even hornier. Her body was betraying her, and she didn’t understand why she could be getting turned on through all the pain. She could feel energy flowing back and forth between them, his arousal and her arousal mixing together and reinforcing each other. And the pain didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. It was a sensation like any other, neither good nor bad. But the fact that he was doing it to her, that she was all tied up and he’d made her say yes and it was turning him on and turning her on—that was hot.

He smirked.

“What?” she asked.

“This,” he said. She felt the vibrations before she heard the buzzing. And then, without any warning, she was up and over the edge, her body shaking against his as her pussy convulsed around nothing. He held her—one hand on her ass, the other on her breast—as electricity seemed to course down every limb and back. The ropes held her fast. There was nowhere she could go, and nothing she had to do but come.

“You, my little hedonist, are mine for the weekend,” he said, as the tremors continued to pass through her body.

She couldn’t think of any reason that was a bad idea. None at all.

“Yes, Colby,” she said as a second wave of pleasure washed over her.

Chapter Four

Colby ran his hands over Sophia’s body, memorizing the weight of her breasts, the curve of her shoulder, the give of her ass when he squeezed it. She’d closed her eyes again. He wanted to push that vibrator aside and fuck her, but of course, sex was out of the question.

He could feel her shudders. And he’d heard her scream. He’d have to be content. He knew she was experiencing pleasure as surely as she’d been experiencing pain a few moments before. He smiled to himself. That was what he wanted to show her, that pain and pleasure weren’t opposites. They weren’t at war with each other, not when it came to sex. Hopefully she’d continue to be interested in exploring for the rest of the weekend.

Sweat soaked her body. It was stressful to be tied up, he knew. He checked her hands and checked the rope. She had good circulation, and the rope was loose enough to put two fingers between the rope and skin, all the way around. He put his hand on her mound. Unless he missed his guess, she was about to come again.

He turned the vibrator off.

She opened her eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’ve more than proven my point.”

She sagged in the ropes and closed her eyes again. He put his arms around her waist and lifted her up again. If she put too much weight on the ropes, they would start to cut into her skin, and he was afraid she was beyond caring. He also knew that the powerful vibrations could be hard to take, especially if you weren’t used to them, and they could make a woman’s clit painfully sensitive, which might not stop her from coming again, but just as pain could be turned into pleasure, even the pleasure of climax could be turned into pain. That was not what he wanted.

Besides, he could tell she was exhausted. He waited patiently for half a minute, monitoring her breathing, feeling her pulse.
All vital signs good, but I need more.

“Talk to me, Sophia.”

“’Bout what?” she asked.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Why’d you stop?”