Bind Me [Pact of Seduction 1] (6 page)

Marley closed her eyes, and panic filled her. This didn't feel good; it hurt. Her safe word played on her mind—should she use it to get him to stop?

"Look at me,” Reed commanded.

Marley forced her eyes to open.

"Breathe."

She wanted to listen to him, tried to focus on him alone, nothing else. Her muscles tensed in agony, but as she stared at him, she did what he'd asked her to do all along; she trusted him.

Each time he prepared to hit, she inhaled, and after, she released it. Her mind held the control here, and he gave her strength.

The pain lessened. His force still was hard, but she could manage it. “Yes, that's right; there you go,” Reed said.

The sting turned into something else entirely now. Her clit throbbed, and every smack against her produced a wild sensation that had her arching her hips, asking for more. She needed to reach the climax she could feel building in her body. “Oh, Sir. Oh, Sir, I'm going to come."

Reed's eyes shone with pride. “Take it then—claim what you're after."

She did, not only her orgasm, but his claim over her.

My dom.

Reed had created this scene to be all about Marley, her needs, her wants, even if she didn't know them herself. But he couldn't draw his thoughts away from himself while he used the crop.

Not now.

The bindings on Marley's legs left her completely open to admire, and her pussy had been taunting him. He wanted to put his cock where his fingers had been. So tight and accepting—warm and inviting.

This woman held a power over him he couldn't make sense of. His throbbing dick overtook his logical mind. He dropped the crop and took off his shirt. “You've been a good submissive, a good girl, and you deserve to be rewarded."

"Yes, Sir. Reward me, Sir.” Her voice was breathy, eyes sunk into desirable slits, and a blush formed on her cheeks.

He felt proud as he reached for the button on his pants, opened it, then slid the zipper down. For a woman never in the submissive role before, she fell into this lifestyle easily, and she enthralled him. She wasn't like any other woman he'd ever encountered.

Reed stepped out of his pants, approached the table again, and grabbed a condom—an item he kept around for safety purposes in case the need of one occurred. He hadn't fucked a sub since Samantha, and although he'd told Marley he wouldn't have sex with her, he couldn't deny his needs now.

He unwrapped the condom, slid it over his cock, and stroked himself, confirming he'd made the right choice—he needed to fuck her. Marley's eyes were wide and she panted, which indicated she enjoyed watching him jerk off, yet she raised her gaze to his as if he ordered it. “I'll never punish you for being turned on by my body. In fact, I'm pleased to see your eyes begging me to fuck you."

"Sir, I want you to fuck me."

Reed groaned and did nothing to hide his reaction to seeing such a luscious woman waiting for him. Marley exhaled deeply, a sound giving strength to his cock, a beautiful melody of arousal and apparent need.

He knelt before her, grabbed his heavy cock, then placed the tip at her entrance. Marley leaned up as much as she could in this position, grasped her thighs, and moaned. Reed slid in, and his eyes shut as he groaned. He heard Marley echo his sound. Nothing had ever felt so good.

"I'm delighted at how tight you are."

"I want my pussy to satisfy you, Sir."

He thrust into her. Marley's pussy tightened around his cock and nearly made him come. But he'd not waste the moment with her. No, he'd fuck her senseless so she'd never forget him, and he'd leave his imprint forever marked on her. “You will not hide your pleasure from me.” He thrust again. “I want you to scream out in the way I deserve."

"Yes, Sir.” The words barely sounded from her throat as her head fell back, showing off her long neck. The sight shifted Reed's arousal from blatant need to outright domination.
His.
He wanted to keep Marley.
My sub.
Tonight he'd leave a mark on her that no man could ever erase.

Her thoughts only of me.

Always of me.

He grabbed the ropes halfway between the clamps on the corset and the ones on her ankle and held the twine tight. Then he growled deep before he fucked her savagely.

Marley's screams ricocheted off the stone walls as loud smacks of skin against skin filled the air. She arched her back and gripped the box at her shoulders. Her breasts bouncing around on the top of her corset gave him a splendid view.

Heaven.

More.

Harder.

Deeper.

Reed couldn't get enough of her tight pussy, of the sight before him now. He thrust harder. Sweat gathered on his body, but he paid it no heed and continued with the powerful thrusts to satisfy his needs and hers.

His cock grew stiffer, his balls drew up, indicating impending release, yet he forced himself to wait—he needed her orgasm. He brought his palm to her clit and pushed hard. Marley roared and grabbed his biceps. She gripped his arms tight as her hands made a home in the valleys of his muscles.

He circled his palm against her clit, desperate to give her a release, while he continued to thrust in haste. Her eyes went wide, yet she hung there.

"You're going to come for me, and you're going to do it
now
.” He pinched her clit.

Marley screamed. Her pussy clamped on Reed's cock as she lost herself in her orgasm, and he lost himself in his.

By the time Reed regained any sense, Marley must have latched on to his head and pulled him to her chest. Her small breasts made a pillow for his cheek, and the coolness of the leather gave an ease to the flushed heat on his face.

There he stayed—recovered.

When he felt her trembling beneath him, he remembered his responsibility to handle her aftercare. He raised his head, gripped the knot on her corset, and released it so she could lower her leg. As he expected, she moaned while the blood rushed back into her limbs.

Marley still hadn't looked up at him even after he released her other leg. Her head dangled over the back of the box; her chest rose and fell in rapid movements. He stood, tore the condom off his softened cock, and deposited the latex sheath in the trash. As he turned back to Marley, he grabbed the sheet used to cover the items and approached her.

Reed made quick work of removing the bonds on her ankles and rubbed them a little to gain the circulation back. The knot he'd provided on all her bonds tonight had been the kindest of knots but didn't provide too tight of a hold unless she fought against the restraints. The red marks covering her ankles showed she'd struggled.

He lifted her to him and wrapped the sheet around her. She needed time to recover, and he'd offer himself for however long she wanted it. He sat back on his legs and cradled her to his chest. But the longer he sat, the more his thoughts started to return, and he could hardly believe what had taken place. He had fucked her.

It'd been years since anyone had driven his arousal to a place where he couldn't control it, and the last time had been with Samantha. The part that surprised him most was that he'd enjoyed every minute of it and would do it all over again.

Even now, as he held Marley, rightness settled over him, an emotion that made him pause. He felt warm, not by heated flesh, but in his heart. A feeling he had not experienced in all too long. He wanted to stay here, with her in his arms, and he never wanted to let go. What had he done?

He created limits to avoid exactly this—never becoming attached. The realization that he had opened himself up to Marley slammed fear into his soul. “I must go now.” Reed placed Marley gently onto the floor.

Her eyes fluttered open and went wide. “But—"

"I will send Raven to help you out of the corset.” He turned on his heels, and her angry, confused eyes haunted him the entire way out.

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It turned out Reed had arranged for Marley to have a room at the castle to stay overnight, which she appreciated—if she had driven, she would've crashed her car. Raven had assisted her in removing the corset, shown her to her room, and also run her a hot bath.

Marley should have been so exhausted from the experience that she slept, yet she never did. She was too pissed by Reed's reaction. She could have sworn something more existed between them. Of course, maybe every submissive experienced such an attachment to their dom, and even more so if it had been their first experience.

One thing Marley knew: her fantasy might have been a passing thought before, but now she'd indulge in the lifestyle again. She'd found something in herself during the time in that room—discovered happiness that fulfilled her in ways she couldn't have imagined and gave her the excitement in her life she longed for.

But why did her happiness seem to revolve around Reed? The thought of being with anyone else caused an ache to form in her stomach and made her cringe at the suggestion of belonging to another.

She'd finally found a man who made her feel, one she held an interest in, and one who could keep her happy, but the jerk-off had up and left her. Who knew if that was normal protocol in the BDSM lifestyle, but one thing was certain, if she ever did this again, she'd put that down as a limit. Her dom needed to stay and talk to her after, because him leaving her in the way he had was cold and cruel.

The drive back to Baltimore seemed quick. Marley assumed her mind was too busy to take notice of the time. She pulled into her driveway and sighed as she turned off the ignition. She glanced up at her house, aware the woman who'd left the home less than twenty-four hours ago wasn't the one who returned.

Before she could even open her car door, all three of her friends rushed from the house and wore equally impatient looks. Not a huge surprise—Marley had known they would be waiting for her and didn't doubt whether they'd stayed up all night.

She opened the car door and stepped out, and before she could say a word, Bella demanded, “Tell us everything and hold nothing back."

Marley laughed, closing the door behind her, and approached them. “Well, I'll tell ya this, the castle is incredible."

"Really, like in what way, incredible?” Sadie asked.

"Beautiful,” Marley replied, “and busy."

"Who cares about the castle?” Bella waved the remark away with a flick of her hand. “Tell us about Reed."

"Can we go in at least? I don't think the neighbors need to hear about my X-rated evening."

Sadie grinned from ear to ear. “How X-rated?"

"Yes,” Kyra exclaimed. “Like XXX-rated?"

Marley brushed past them, dropped her handbag by the front door, then plopped onto the plush couch. “Well...” Marley glanced from face to face. These women she loved, no better friends in the world, and maybe the feeling was even stronger now. If it hadn't been for their suggestion for the pact of seduction, none of this would have happened. “He was incredible.” She sighed, sending her friends to giggle around her.

"How incredible?” Sadie asked.

How could Marley even put the experience into words? So much had happened for her, such changes in her soul that could never be erased, and all things she couldn't properly describe. “I've never met a man like him. He's so confident, sexy...and, girls, he rocked my socks off."

"Details, more details, you better tell us everything.” Bella squealed.

No one here would judge her, but some things were her secrets, and ones she didn't want to share, so she stuck to the basics. “He had me dress in a leather corset, garters—really sexy lingerie. Used ropes to tie me up—stuff like that."

"Wow.” Sadie's eyes hazed over.

"Wow's an understatement,” Marley countered. She could tell them about it all, how he flogged her, used the crop along her clit in a way to render her blind, but she knew her friends only needed to hear one thing to satisfy them. “He gave me multiple orgasms."

Kyra's eyes went huge. “He did not!"

"He did,” Marley retorted with a laugh, hardly able to believe it herself. “Trust me, I never would have thought it possible, but the man is gifted."

"Clearly.” Kyra smiled.

"So did you sleep with him?” Bella asked.

The oddest sensation washed over Marley, which caused her to pause. It seemed too private, something special between Reed and her, and not something her friends needed to know. “No."

Kyra's eyes narrowed. “If you didn't get down and dirty with him, how did he get you off so many times?"

"With his hands and a vibrator.” Marley told part truths. Sadie's mouth formed an O, and Marley laughed. “Insane, I know, but totally true."

"Will you do it again?” Bella asked. “You know, with Reed?"

"Yes, I'll do it again, but I doubt it'll happen with Reed."

Sadie frowned. “It sounds like you enjoyed yourself; didn't he? Why wouldn't he want to see you again? You're beautiful and a wonderful woman. What's wrong with him?"

Marley raised her hand to cut off Sadie's rambling. Whenever Sadie got confused, her motormouth came with it. “We never talked about getting together again because he kinda just up and left."

"Right after?” Bella demanded.

"What an asshole,” Kyra said.

Of course her friends would be protective, they always were, and Marley understood their reaction. She was pissed too. But she didn't want them to put Reed in a bad light. No matter how he'd treated her after, the time they spent together had been incredible. “It's not what you all think. He never came in there with intentions of winning me over. We arranged this, remember? He actually seems sweet beneath his tough exterior. He even cuddled with me for a bit after; I didn't once feel like I'd been used or anything."

"Oh...” Kyra's furrowed brow softened. “Well, that's good, I guess."

Marley nodded. “I had the best time of my life with him. Really...” She looked to each of her friends. “I wouldn't change a second of it, and I'm so glad we made this pact."

"If you say so. I still think the man is an ignorant ass.” The anger in Bella's eyes hadn't lessened, but she sighed and the tension eased along her face. “So that's it then. You've done your fantasy. Was it worth it?"