Bondage Wedding (11 page)

She didn’t want to see anymore. She put her hands over her eyes. James came to her rescue and pulled her into his arms.

“You’re safe with me, Amanda. I’m so proud of you. You’re being very brave. Thank you for trusting me.”

“I’m not feeling brave right now.”

“You can be nervous and still be brave.” He reached behind her and unfastened her top. “When you stripped for me today, what song were you thinking about?”

That was today?
It seemed a long time ago. “
Cream
, by Prince. It’s kinda old, but it has a great beat.”

James removed her top and put it on a stool by the door. “You had me so hot I was afraid I wouldn’t last. You are so sexy. Do you know how erotic your dance was?”

He was working on her skirt. Soon she would be down to her bra and panties. She didn’t want to be completely naked. There was a window in the door and she was pretty sure there was a video camera somewhere in the room.
What the hell am I doing?

As her skirt hit the floor, he tipped her head back and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Stop thinking so much.” He put her palm against his chest. “Follow my lead,” he ordered. “Breathe in, now out.”

She listened to his voice, followed his directions and threw in a pep talk of her own.
It’s good to try new things. James hasn’t given you any reason to fear him. He promised it wouldn’t hurt.

He turned her around and had her face the cross. With his arms wrapped tightly around her, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to blindfold you and tie you to the St. Andrew’s cross, Amanda.”

Her heart was frantically beating and her legs threatened to give out. She held on tightly to his arms. “James…”

“Sshh, I’m not going to hurt you.” Still holding her tight, he started kissing her neck. “Trust me,” he whispered.

“Okay,” came out of her mouth, but her mind was screaming ‘run’.

“I’ll let you choose this first time.” He reached over and opened the top drawer of the chest. “Do you want me to use scarves or rope?”

Scarves. Scarves were soft and she could pull her way free if she had to. She was staring at the rope. It looked silky. She’d never seen black rope before. She wondered if it felt as smooth as it appeared. None of that mattered. She was strong. She could tear through the scarf if she absolutely had to…she hoped. Amanda opened her mouth to tell him to use the scarves. “Rope.” She put a hand over her mouth.
Oh. My. God.
She hadn’t just said that.

James’ cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against her. Somehow it was reassuring. She had no idea why, but she’d take it. She needed all the help she could get if she was going to go through with this.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” He gave her a tighter squeeze and kissed her cheek.

He used his body to urge her closer to the cross. “Are those shoes comfortable?”

She looked down at her four-inch-high heels. “Hardly.”
Silly man.

“Take them off.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James pulling things from the drawers. She stared at the floor as she unbuckled her shoes. Her mind was on overload already. She didn’t need anything else to scare her.

“Good girl,” he praised her for following his directions then took her into his arms. “We’re going to start with the blindfold. I’ve noticed you close your eyes when you get nervous. This should help. If at any time you need me to stop, say so. This shouldn’t hurt you in any way, so if it does tell me. And remember, always answer me verbally.”

That made her smile. “Yes, bossy man, I remember.”

He gave her a blistering-hot kiss then slid the blindfold over her eyes. “Breathe for me, Amanda.”

“I’m breathing. Too fast, but I’m breathing.” She giggled.

“Good girl. Take two steps backward.”

Here we go.
As she took the second step, she gasped. “It’s cold.”

James chuckled. “It warms up quickly. Are you doing okay?”

She nodded then remembered to speak. “Yes.”

He took her left arm and raised it until it touched the upper part of the cross. “You’re so beautiful, Amanda. I am so lucky you’ve accepted my collar.”

His lips skimmed along her neck. She moaned and turned her head to give him better access. Oh, she would let him do that to her all night. It was both heavenly and distracting. She lost all track of him tying her arm to the cross till he pulled his mouth away and her arm was restrained.

“Oh, Amanda, the black rope is so erotic against your perfect skin.” He ran his hand from her palm, over the ropes and down her arm. “I want to fuck you again. Not that that’s anything new.” He tugged on her belly button clip. “Ever since I saw you walk out of my bedroom wearing this, I wanted to bend you over and take you again.” James took her free hand and lifted it to the other arm of the cross. “Hold that and don’t let go.”

“Okay,” she whispered, pleased that she’d remember to use her voice.

“Part of D/s is showing respect. I’m respecting your limits by not asking you to scene in the great hall and I’d like you to show me respect by calling me Master while we play.” He kissed her lips then drifted down her jaw to her neck. “Will you do that for me, Amanda?”

James swirled the rope up and down her thigh. It was a seductive feeling coupled with his mouth moving slowly toward her bra. “Yes, M—M—Master.”

Roughly, he forced her lacy cup out of the way so he could get his mouth around her nipple. He sucked and gently bit until she was squirming and her clit was throbbing. When he pulled away, she moaned in frustration. “Thank you, Amanda. I’ve never let a sub call me Master before. Only you, Amanda. I love hearing it from you.”

He rubbed his cock along her belly and she wished he’d take those delectable leathers off and let it free.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart. I want total access to your body. I hope you’re not overly fond of these panties, I might just have to rip them off you before the night is through.”

“Master, I want you.” It felt a little weird to use that word, but she absolutely loved what it did to him. His voice had been filled with emotion and, holy hell, when he’d yanked her bra down she’d trembled with a desperate need.

James put his mouth on her pussy through her underwear and rubbed her clit with his lips.

Her breathing came in bursts. “Please, more. James, I need more.”

“More, Master. I’m the Master of you now. Admit it.” His voice sounded rough and so unlike James.

He’d always been sexy. Bad-boy seductive. Yet, as scary as it was, the rougher he got, the more she liked it. “Yes, Master. Please more.”

“Oh, Amanda.” James rubbed his face along the inside of her thigh. “You’re killing me, woman.”

As he wrapped the rope around her right ankle, he showered her pussy with kisses. Vibrations moved along the cross as he pulled the rope back and forth then tied off. Why had she ever thought this was bad?

Amanda cried out as he scraped his teeth gently over her clit. Why hadn’t she taken her panties off before they started this? “Please, Master, I want to come. I need to come.”

“Not yet, my beautiful subbie. You need to enjoy the feel of the ropes a bit longer. You like them binding you, don’t you, Amanda?”

“Yes.” She hesitated for a moment. “It feels sexy,” she admitted, as he tightened the ropes along her left leg.

“You look sexy as hell, woman. I might just keep you tied up all the time. That way you won’t slip through my fingers.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she quipped, knowing she only had one hand free and she couldn’t wait to feel the pull and tug of him binding it to the cross too.

James spent a moment torturing her clit with his talented mouth then started back up her body.

“Oh, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Master.”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Not till I have you completely restrained.”

“Hurry, please hurry.” She was panting, trying to keep from spontaneously combusting.

“Impatience won’t get you anywhere with me, subbie. I’m in charge.” His voice was stern and unyielding as he rubbed his cheek against hers and gave her a peck on the top of her nose. “Thank you for trusting me, Amanda,” he whispered against her ear.

His warm breath sent shivers down her back. He was domineering and strong, yet oh so tender. He was going to make her cry. At the final tug on her right wrist, her heart started pounding. Now she was at his mercy.

“So beautiful, Amanda.” Before she could respond, he pushed the other cup of her bra down giving him complete access.

She moaned in anticipation. Instead of the full-on assault she’d expected, he gently rained kisses along the tops of her boobs, circling, but avoiding her nipples.

“James, please stop teasing me.”

“Tell your Master what you want, Amanda.”

Did she dare? It was so naughty… James had been right, the blindfold did help. “I want you to suck on my nipples, to pull them. Hard.”

James groaned and he rested his forehead on hers. “If I survive this, you’re marrying me.”

Before she could consider if she’d heard him right, his mouth was back at her tit, this time sucking the nipple and rolling his tongue across the peak. Thank God she was bound or she would have melted into a puddle at his feet. When she couldn’t take any more he lightened his pull, gave her a peck then moved to assault her other breast.

With his mouth pulling and biting her left nipple, his hand made sure her right boob didn’t feel left out. It was too much. Her legs gave out, leaving her weight supported mostly by her arms. She leaned her head forward as she gave in to the pleasure. “Please, Master, let me come. I’m begging you.”

Tears were seeping into the blindfold. She’d had no idea bondage could be this perfect. She’d been wrong on so many levels.

Amanda cried out as James rubbed her clitoris. She thrashed against her bindings as her body shattered with an incredible orgasm. With her legs so far apart, the feelings were intensified almost to the point of being painful. Just as the aftershocks started to fade, James dropped to his knees, pushed her panties out of the way and sucked her clit into his mouth, sending her into another immediate orgasm.

She was pretty sure she blacked out or went to her happy place or something. Afterward all she could remember was her body going up in flames then floating on a cloud. When her brain reengaged, James had his arms wrapped around her and he was talking softly. She nuzzled him with her face. She’d never felt more loved.

At the thought of the word
love
she panicked and pulled back as best she could.

“What is it, Amanda? Does something hurt?” His voice was filled with concern.

She shook her head. “No. I can’t do this, James. Untie me. I have to get out of here.”

James pulled the blindfold from her eyes and she ducked her head, hiding her tears. His fingers gripped her hair, forcing her to tilt her head up. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s too perfect, James.” She started to cry in earnest now. “I’m falling in love with you.”

James gave a sharp tug on each of the tie points and she was free from the cross. He carried her to the couch and wrapped her in a blanket from a basket near the armrest. “Open,” he ordered.

Amanda looked at his hand hovering in front of her mouth. She blinked several times to bring it into focus. A chocolate covered strawberry? How did he happen to have the one thing she’d never turn down? Amanda took a few minutes to enjoy the fruit and rein in her emotions.

James handed her a couple of tissues. After cleaning up her blubbery mess, she rested her head against his chest. “I’m sorry. I guess I kinda freaked,” she confessed after licking the chocolate off his fingers.

“You scared the fuck out of me.” He twisted the lid off a bottle of water and held it to her mouth. “Drink this.”

Amanda took it from him and drank a few sips. Her hand shook slightly as she handed it back. “I’m sorry.”

James reached for the plate of strawberries he’d hidden under the cloth. “Eat another one, the chocolate will help.” He cradled her head against his chest and kissed her forehead. “Falling in love with me shouldn’t send you into a full-blown panic attack. I think you took a good year or two off my life. Don’t ever do that again.”

She giggled at his serious tone. “How did you know I loved these?” She pointed to the strawberries.

“You were eating them at the Valentine’s Day party.” He ran his hand up and down her arm.

“You remembered that? It was over a month ago.” Was he truly as taken with her as she was with him? It didn’t seem possible that this could be happening? Could they actually be falling in
love?

“Amanda, I’ve spent damned near every evening for the last three months watching you. Learning everything I could about you. Hoping and praying you’d dump your Dom and give me a chance. I never believed in love at first sight. Probably still wouldn’t if it hadn’t happened to me.”

Her lip started to quiver and tears began rolling down her face. “I’m scared, James. I’ve never believed in love. I’ve never seen it. Never felt it”—she shrugged—“except for my mom and that’s not the same.”

“What about your grandmother? Don’t you think she loves Robert?”

She hadn’t thought about it. Honestly, she barely knew them. “Maybe. I haven’t spent much time with her. She and my mom always argue. She might love him.”

James nodded. “Family is important to me, Amanda. Let’s make an effort to get to know her and Robert. We want our kids to grow up knowing their great-grandmother, don’t we?”

“Kids!” She sat up and pushed away from him. “Don’t go there, James. I’m not having kids for years, maybe never.”

“I see you’re going to fight me every step of the way. But that’s okay. I’m up for the challenge.” He picked up the water and handed it to her again. “Drink the rest of it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered sarcastically.

“Yes, Master. I’m not some Dom you picked up for the night. I matter.”

Whoa. Where did that come from?
She ran her hand along his jaw and cupped his cheek. “Yes, you do. You matter to me.” She started to give him a peck on the lips then he took the kiss over and thoroughly plundered her mouth.