Bondage Ranch 5: His Little Treasure (3 page)

He opened his bag and brought out a length of red rope. Then he put out his hand palm up. His eyes were even with hers, even with her on top of a platform and in three-inch heels. “Your wrists,” he said.

Her heart sped up as she put her left wrist in his hand, then crossed her right on top of that.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you? And eager. It’s a lovely combination, chica.”

She watched as he doubled up the rope, wrapped it around her wrists twice, and tied a knot with practiced ease. How many times had he done this? Or maybe he practiced at home on a bedpost or his ankle, and he was as nervous as she was. She giggled to herself. That was the sort of man she expected to end up with, but no, that clearly wasn’t him. There was no sign of nervousness in him at all.

“Something funny?” he asked.

“No, not really. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Emma.” He kissed her cheek lightly. “It’s your first time. It’s normal to be anxious. But you’re safe here. Your friend is watching me, making sure I don’t step out of line.”

She looked up. Valerie had stepped back from Sue and Keith and was indeed watching her instead. Emma wasn’t sure that made her feel less nervous, but it at least changed it. Safety was a good thing.

Diego held her wrists over her head. Her chest lifted as her hands went up, and his gaze took in the sight before returning to her wrists as he tied them to the O-ring above. “Are you worried about being watched?”

She nodded. And yet it excited her too, like dressing up for the dungeon had. She’d never been one to put herself forward, but she’d always envied the way Valerie dwelled in the limelight.

“Turn around and face the post. You won’t have to deal with seeing who might be watching, then. We’re in the corner, and I doubt we’ll attract too much attention anyway. Most people like to look at the heavy scenes.”

She shifted her feet, following the instructions with reluctance.
In the corner, not attracting attention. That would be me.

Something fell over her right shoulder. She smelled leather and turned her head to look. Two dozen strips of leather, half of them red and the others black, tickled the tops of her breast. A flogger, not unlike the one Valerie had used.

He put his arm around her waist and his hand on her stomach. It was easy to imagine it moving lower, lifting her skirt perhaps. He leaned in close on her left, and she inhaled his warm, musky scent. He whispered, “I’d like to flog you with this. How do you feel about that?”

“Yes. But not too hard, please.”

“No,” he promised. “Not too hard.”

His hand rose along her stomach as he pulled the flogger back across her shoulders, the tails slithering across the bare skin her top exposed. Just when she thought he might cup her breasts, he withdrew his hand entirely. The flogger, too, was gone.

Then it whipped through the air and struck her back near her shoulder blades. She gasped, more from surprise than anything else. She expected him to begin as Valerie had, so light she could barely feel it. Instead this thudded into her. It took her a moment to register that it hadn’t really hurt as much as surprised her. She relaxed as he flung the flogger into her back again, this time on the other side.

She closed her eyes. It didn’t sting, and it didn’t hurt. Through her top it felt almost more like a push than anything else. Or perhaps a deep massage. Pleasant, but if this was supposed to get her off, it wasn’t doing it. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him not too hard, or possibly flogging just wasn’t her thing.

He flicked the flogger against her bottom, the tails wrapping beneath her skirt to catch a sliver of bare flesh, and she jumped. That was more like it. He built up a rhythm again, and she felt her skirt flutter in the breeze from the flogger. Feeling suddenly daring, she stuck out her bottom and wiggled it at him to present a better target, aware that it also lifted the back of her skirt. He flogged her, alternating cheeks, sometimes flicking the tails right down the middle where they threatened to caress her pussy through her thong.

The next stroke she expected didn’t come. Instead he placed his hand on the back of her thigh above her stocking. “May I lift your skirt?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. “So that you can feel it better.”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. It was one thing to bare her ass to Valerie in the privacy of her own bedroom. The thought of baring it here in front of everyone scared her, but she wanted to feel more of what he had to offer. It wasn’t that his technique was that much different than Valerie’s, but letting a man do this to her was hotter somehow. And Diego was a very attractive man. That voice alone made her melt.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Cool air struck her bottom as he lifted her skirt. He tucked the hem into her waistband in back so it wouldn’t fall down again. “This will feel more intense. Besides, I like seeing your sexy ass.”

Even without turning, she could imagine the heat of his gaze on her butt. She took a deep breath and waited. She knew that by the standards of the room, she wasn’t very exposed at all. She still had a thong on, after all, and she was well covered from the waist up. But she’d never done anything like this in a public place before. Even at the beach, her swimsuits were one piece with nice full bottoms.

Her panties were damp. Could he see that? Could everyone? She didn’t know, but she knew she was blushing. She should have worn black panties. That would have made it less obvious, but the lilac ones had matched her bra. Her face felt hot.

The flogger flicked against her bottom, stinging her bare skin. But still it wasn’t too hard. It accentuated the position she was in. She wasn’t just bare-assed; she was letting a man flog her. And people were watching. Maybe. If anyone cared. It was embarrassing and arousing all at the same time.

“Stick it out and wiggle it, like you were,” said his silver voice. “I liked that.”

Oh my God. I was, wasn’t I?
But she wasn’t sure she could do it now. “Sir?”

He put one hand on her bottom and slipped another under the front of her skirt to the top of her leg, his fingers inches from her tingling pussy. He must have put the flogger down. He pulled her butt to where he wanted it. She felt something leather against her, something hard and unforgiving.
Him. He’s hard. From me.

He stepped back. “Better,” he said. A second later she felt the flogger’s tails strike against her bottom again, and instinctively she pulled herself forward. He waited. She pushed her butt back again.

“You’re a very interesting girl.” He flicked the flogger against her right cheek, making it sting for a second before the sensation faded. “Very sexy.” This time the tails went between her legs, which she didn’t even realized she’d spread apart, and caressed her pussy through her panties. It felt like heaven—he’d swung it much more lightly, and it was more like a caress than anything else. “I’m learning what turns you on.”

He knows I’m wet
. The flogger felt nice, but the idea of being whipped in a crowded room turned her on more. He couldn’t know that being exposed was making her wetter than being struck by the leather tails without being a mind reader.

He cupped the lower curve of her ass. “May I touch you, little treasure?”

In front of everyone?
She wanted it. She didn’t know if she dared say yes. “You are touching me,” she said.

“You know I mean more, chica. Answer me.”

She hesitated.

“Tell me I can.”

That was easier than being given a choice. “Yes, Sir.”

He slipped his hand between her legs and pressed the warm cotton against her hot, wet pussy. She spread her legs farther, willing him to move his finger forward, and he did, rubbing her clit through the fabric. She moaned loudly, blushing harder when she realized she’d probably drawn attention to herself. She pursed her lips in a bid to stay silent. Her clit ached with need, and only his fingers could sooth that ache. The ropes around her wrists stopped her from going anywhere. She could close her thighs, and that would stop what he was doing, but she didn’t want it to stop. Tension built in her core, tension that made her ache for a release she didn’t think she could attain. Not in front of all these people. She couldn’t. Surely she shouldn’t want to.

He moved his hand away. She barely stopped from whimpering, suppressing it all into a sharp breath through her nose.

“Yes, I’m definitely getting to know you,” he said and untucked her skirt, letting it fall and cover her backside again.

She turned her head to look at him, not sure how to protest that she didn’t want him to stop. He was supposed to be doing things to her, things he wanted and that she didn’t. Wasn’t that the point of a dom, to do crazy kinky things that she would never admit she desired?

I am not supposed to get off on being embarrassed.

He kissed her, drowning any complaint she might have made. His lips were surprisingly soft for such a well-muscled man, but he took her breath away. She found herself responding, nibbling on his lip, wanting to feel every contour of his mouth and tongue. She hadn’t expected kissing. That wasn’t kinky at all. Everything he was doing confused her, and the most confusing thing was that it felt so good.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I should have asked first if I could kiss you.” Then he kissed her again. His arm around her waist, he turned her, the rope twisting until she was facing him. His chest was as hard as his lips were soft, and her breasts yielded even in the form-imposing bra. His hand drifted down to her bottom and held her tight. She could feel the hardness of his cock against her belly. She parted her legs to let his thigh between them.

“You’re a hot kisser,” he told her.

“You’re kinda on fire yourself,” she said.

“Your pussy is very wet.”

Tell me something I don’t know
. But she blushed and said nothing.

“Remember your safe word.”

She nodded. Why was he reminding her of that now?

He slipped his hands underneath her top. They felt cool on her sides. Then he slowly peeled the top upward, and she understood.
I can stop him if I want to. But I don’t want to.

He kept lifting, exposing her lacy lilac push-up bra, and then all of her breasts it didn’t cover. He sped up as he lifted it over her head, blinding her for only a moment, and then he had it up to her elbows. Her bound wrists stopped it from going farther.

He moved her elbows apart, so that it wouldn’t fall back down again. “Good girl. Beautiful girl. You have lovely breasts.” His fingers traced a path down her arms, across her chest, and then finally over the swells of her bosom. He kissed down her neck and into her cleavage. She didn’t say a word. He bent lower and sucked one hardening nipple through the fabric. She moaned.

With his head out of the way, she became aware of the room again. Valerie was watching her. Other people glanced her way, although their gazes seldom lingered. They could see what he was doing to her. Even if he pulled back now, the wet spot on her bra where he’d sucked would be visible. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to hold him close, but she couldn’t do that either because she was bound. Helpless. It was a delicious feeling, strangely freeing. Whatever happened from this point forward, it wasn’t her fault.

He stroked her thigh, lifting her skirt enough to glide along the naked flesh unimpeded. Her pussy tingled at the thought of his hand so tantalizingly close. She felt like she was going mad. The others in the room drifted in and out of her awareness—one moment there was only him and his touch, and the next the whole room of potential voyeurs was in focus.

He kissed his way up her chest, and his lips brushed hers. His breath was hot on her cheek. “You like it,” he said. It wasn’t a question. She knew it was obvious, but the words made her blush.

He gripped the waistband of her thong.

“No,” she said, because she felt she ought to.

He smiled. “That’s not a safe word, treasure.”

He paused for a moment, not pulling, his eyes staring into hers from inches away. Giving her a chance. When she didn’t speak, he tugged her panties down, yanking them down her thighs until they were over her knees, and then letting them go. She could stop them from falling by spreading her legs, but she’d look even more foolish with them above her calves. She
had
to cooperate. Not having a choice was freeing. As they reached her ankles, she sidestepped one leg out of them. She’d have to kick to get it off her other leg, she decided, and the last thing she wanted to do was to send her thong flying across the room.

“You liked that too.”

“All these people are watching!” she protested.

“And that bothers you.”

“Of course it does!”

“But it also turns you on.”

“No.”

Liar
said his smile. His hand slid along her thigh again. “Part your legs.”

“Why?” she asked, even though it was obvious enough.

“So I can feel your pussy.”

“Everyone will know.”

“Everyone already knows.”

She shook her head. She knew he was right. Knew that it excited her and knew that it shouldn’t. She wasn’t like Valerie. Just because she wanted some kinky fun didn’t mean she wanted to be exposed. Except that she did.

It was so confusing.

“You’re going to do what I ask, you know,” he told her.

She made a face. How maddening he was! Didn’t he know that was going to make her more stubborn?

“And it’s going to turn me on when you do,” he said. He caressed up the outside of her thighs, lifting her skirt as he came to her hips. She thought the middle still hung down enough to keep her decent. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel the truth of what he said. He was hard. And big. She blushed.

She wanted him inside her. Would he fuck her in public? He could. She’d seen other couples going at it, although most retired to their rooms. There was a table thirty feet away with a variety of condoms and little packs of lube arrayed like hors d’oeuvres. He wouldn’t need the lube.

He slid his hand sideways, then pushed his fingers inside her pussy. They slid in easily. She was very wet. She spread her legs wider and then realized they had to have been already open when he’d entered her. She must have moved them without thinking when she was fantasizing about him fucking her.