Bound by Blood: Two Novellas of Paranormal Romance (8 page)

CHAPTER 4

"Kneel."She dropped her bag and turned to me.

"What?"

"Kneel, now. And don't speak unless I give you permission."

I dropped to my knees, breathless and slightly terrified.

Edana transformed, no longer quiet seductive Edana, with her arms across her chest, and her shoulders thrust back. Her gaze didn't so much as touch me, let alone anything else. For a moment, the two of us remained silent then she closed the distance between us.

"Now strip."She set her hands on her hips.

"Now strip."

I whipped my shirt over my head and threw it clear of my body. The suddenness of bare skin combined with Edana standing above me sent a shock to my core. Getting naked was something I could do.

Getting naked, I was good at.

I rolled to my back, lifted my hips and stripped my jeans and underwear as quickly as I'd shed my shirt. Buck naked on the floor, I waited for direction.

Edana circled me slowly, staring hungrily. Her pupils dilated until the lavender all but disappeared, all hunger and dominance. I shifted, pushing myself upright, shielding myself from her gaze.

"Did I tell you to sit up?"

"No, I–"I twisted my head to better meet her eye to eye. Subbing was so much harder than I thought. Putting someone else's will ahead of my own went against my every impulse.

She held up a hand. "Did I give you permission to speak?"

"No, but–"

"I'll gag you."She pursedher lips.

"No, no gag."I shook my head, rolling to my knees.

She nodded. "A gag, and a collar, I'm thinking – to remind you of your place, of who's in charge just now."

I clamped my mouth shut, determined to avoid further punishment.

She winked and walked passed me, into the bedroom. "Stay."

Minutes passed, minutes that felt like hours, like weeks. My anxiety ratcheted up a notch with each tick of the clock. A swarm of hornets took up residence in my stomach. Sweat broke out on my brow, on my upper lip. It was all I could do to sit and wait.

To submit.

But if I couldn't handle this simple command, if I couldn't wait for her return, I was doomed to fail. So wait I would. Edana was a submissive to her core. I had no idea what was coming, no history to base my terror. Every tool and toy I'd ever used on a playmate flashed through my mind – the clips, the clamps, the whips.

The more creative options.

I stared at the wall in front of me, painted creamy yellow by my Mate. I tried to focus on each brush stroke, rather than the inevitable stroke of the impending flogger.

Finally, the bedroom door closed behind me. I smelled her – the anticipation, the exhilaration, the sweetness between her thighs. My mouth watered and I could only hope she'd make me go down on her.

It wasn't really submitting if I wanted to, I reasoned, but the train of thought that led me down was something I was entirely unprepared to consider at the moment. If I wasn't truly submitting, did that mean none of my subs had submitted either?I never truly did anything they didn't want me to. Did that then mean I had never actually dominated anyone?Never truly topped?

I shook my head and came face to face with Edana's favorite blood red ball gag. The smell of the leather and rubber filled my nostrils, consumed my senses. My cottonmouth returned and I retreated from her, clamped my mouth shut. My heart raced and thundered in my ears as Edana pried my jaw open and fitted the ball between my lips.

I choked and sputtered, gagging on the acrid rubber, convinced I was suffocating, half a second from tearing it out of my mouth when I caught Edana's eye. The slow rise and fall of her chest snapped me out of my panic and I took a deep, cleansing breath through my nose.

Edana tapped my back with her riding crop and I straightened instinctively. "I wasn't sure you could do it."

We locked eyes. "But I think this'll work nicely."

I breathed heavily through my nose, mouth salivating as it hung open. Buck naked in the living room, drooling around a ball gag. Add that to the list of places I never thought I'd be.

She reached behind her and came up with her collar. "You can borrow mine for tonight."

Chin held high, I froze in place as the cool leather closed tightly around my throat.

"You don't move unless I give you permission. Now I just have to decide what to do with you. I brought some tools."She pointed to the pile of leather and acrylic by her feet. "I was thinking the St. Andrew's cross would be a good place to start, but then I decided that I don't want to force your submission. I want you to give it to me willingly."

I nodded in understanding. Strapping me into the cross would only take a minute or two of my compliance. After that, I could rage all I wanted and short of the safe word, I wasn't going anywhere. She wanted me to remake my decision every time I took a breath.

It was the same thing I would have done.

"On your feet, love of mine."

I rose and turned to face her, eyes on the floor.

"I can't decide what to do with you first." She pushed at the pile of toys with her bare foot, spreading it out, letting me see what she'd chosen. "Let's see just how high your pain threshold is, yeah?"

My eyes widened when she pick up her favorite nipple clamps – the ones with the teeth – and reached for me. She pinched my nipple gently first, teasing and caressing. Her fingers crawled against my skin, puckering and tightening the sensitive flesh. The teeth of the first clamp yawned widely as she held it to me, closing abruptly.

I stifled a moan.

Again she pinched and twisted, petted and caressed my other nipple, closing her mouth over me and sucking. An ache developed in my clit as it begged for the same treatment.

She brushed her tongue against me and slipped the clamp on my nipple when my eyes were closed.

I couldn't suppress the moan and my eyes popped open.

She flicked the exposed tips with her fingernail, heightening the bite of the clamp. In one smooth movement, she twisted the tiny knob on the clamps, closing them tighter. Three quick rolls of her fingers sank metal teeth into me. She gave the chain between them a gentle tug.

I cried out at the shot of pain.

"Good. Nice and tight. Wouldn't want them slipping off." She tugged again, more roughly.

I bit down on the gag, silencing myself.

"Just wait until they've been on there a while. The pain fades, they start to feel good."She drew out the 'good' and winked at me. "And then when I take them off, you're going to want to die in the best possible way."

She leaned in, swiping her tongue over the tip of my nipple.

I sucked in a sharp breath, pleasure/pain coursing through me.

"Now that you're trussed up nicely, I need you to do something for me." She cocked and eyebrow and pointed at the pile of straps and rubbed at her feet. "Put that on."

I lifted the harness to my waist and reached for the buckle.

"Put it on me."She glared.

Realization dawned and I turned the strap-on around, nestling the vibrator over her clit and buckling the straps. "I'm really going to enjoy fucking you with this. But that won't happen until much, much later."

My pussy clenched at the thought, achingly empty. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I reached for her, tweaking her nipple. Her right arm shot out and brought the crop down on my left tit, smacking the clamp. I yelped and yanked my hand back. "I didn't give you permission to touch. That sounded like it hurt."She winked.

"I think we should move into the dining room. The table is just the perfect height, if I remember right."The table could only mean so many things and I wasn't sure I wanted any of them, or at least, I didn't want to be told that I wanted them.

Rooted in place, I disobeyed. The crop shot out faster than it had the first time, assaulting my other side and I covered my chest against further blows.

This was the reason she had chosen against the cross – wanting the decision to be mine. I chose her, walked into the dining room, spread my legs and bent myself over the table.

"What a pretty picture that is," she cooed. Her hips pressed against mine, the dildo nestled between my thighs. She bent over me, sliding her sweatslicked skin over me. "I like seeing you on display like this. Spread open and wanting. You need something in your pussy by now, don't you?You feel that ache, that empty, like you were made to be filled and you won't be whole until something is buried to the hilt inside you."

Her words sent a rush of expectation through me. My stomach clenched and my fingers scraped against the table.

She rubbed her hips against me, the dildo spreading my moisture over me, sliding against my opening, but never penetrating.

Suddenly she was gone, a cool rush of air in her place. The whistle of the crop as it flew through the air was my only notice of what was to come. The bite of slick leather on my bare ass made my knees buckle and I sagged against the table.

"That's not so bad, is it?"

Again, my mind rebelled against the thought of lying there while she wielded the crop. That crop belonged in my hand, against her ass, her thighs, her shoulders. The crop was mine, just like she was mine. I was halfway upright before I caught myself.

"It's not a game, Cai, it's for keeps."Her gentle reminder came a second after my chest hit the table again.

I nodded silently and gripped the edge of the table, a physical reminder of my purpose. The crop came down again, on the other cheek, pain singing down my legs. One blow to each of my thighs and the meaty backs of my shoulders came before I heard the crop hit the floor.

"I think you've earned a little reward."Her breath was hot on my skin, ghosting over my back.

Her fingers eased between my thighs, slipping easily inside me. Two fingers, and then a third twisted and curled, seeking out just the right place.

I pushed back into her hand when she found it, wanting more, harder.

She brushed gently, just enough sensation to let me know she was there, but never enough to satisfy.

I rode her fingers harder, rolling my hips, arching and pressing. Each time she withdrew, refusing my silent demand.

Her hand disappeared in a stomachdropping disappointment. "I don't think you've really fulfilled your end of the bargain yet, do you, Cai?"

I nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than I wanted her fingers inside me again. I arched my hips, opening myself to her, in hopes of enticing her return.

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p'. "Not yet. We have so much more to look forward to. So many more fun things I brought out to play."

I pushed the ball out of the way with my tongue. "Fuck me?"

"Definitely not." The gentle slide of her feet away told me she probably went for more toys.

A second later, a warm finger pressed into my ass. Twisting slowly, curling and stretching. She eased it in and out several times before I felt something else nudge against me.

Something decidedly cool and smooth. It slid inside me easily, stretching me gradually, until I thought I would come from that alone. I felt the base press against me as the plug slid deep inside. The fullness in my ass only magnified the emptiness in my pussy, frustrating my aching clit even more.

Edana stepped between my thighs again, settling the strap-on against my pussy, base of the harness pushing against my plug. "Now we're going to make this extra fun."She set the remote for the vibrator on the table in front of my face and pushed the low button. She rutted against me, grinding the vibrator into her clit and my plug at the same time. The sensation shook me, my knees went weak and I cried out around my gag.

She dry humped me, the dildo brushing my clit with each thrust, my tits half stuck to the table, clamps dragging their evil teeth on my nipples. The sensation built on one another until they were almost enough.

Edana grunted behind me, fingers digging painfully into my hips, riding me harder and harder until I felt my juices dripping down my thighs. I was painfully turned on, positive I would die if someone didn't fuck me or finger me.

The all-consuming sensations of everything and nothing at the same time closed in on me and Edana cried out behind me, shaking as she came and then withdrew from me completely. The plug and the clamps were all that remained and I howled in frustration. I stood up and half turned, accusingly.

She didn't hesitate, picking up the crop and slapping my thigh with it. I yelped and turned back to the table, dipping one hand between my thighs, searching out my clit thinking I would just finish myself off.

She grabbed onto my hand, pressing us both against me, so close and still not enough. "It's still not your turn, Cai."

"No?" I mumbled.

"No. Definitely not."She pulled her hand away and I did the same, pressing my slick palm against the table. I was weak with want as I stood on shaking legs. She grabbed the strap-on remote and turned the vibrator off.

"For now, we're going to use the wrist cuffs and the eyebolt. A little light bondage," she laughed, "so you don't squirm so much." The crop slapped against my bare ass and I choked on a yelp. "Up."

I stood and assumed the same position I made her use – legs apart, wrists together in front of me. She snapped the bare metal cuffs closed around my wrists and hooked a finger around the chain, pulling me into our room. In the far corner, opposite the cross, a series of eyebolts were screwed into the ceiling.

Edana lifted my arms and used her height against me, stretching my arms above my head until I rose up on tiptoe. The leash clip closed through my cuff chain with gut wrenching finality. The cuff bit into my wrists and my shoulders complained of the strain.

"How does the plug feel up your ass when you're all stretched out like this?You're pressing and clenching and squeezing all at the same time, aren't you. Trying to hold it in while you push up on tiptoe."She slapped my ass with her bare hand, just a teasing smack, but it threw my balance off and I fought not to lose my footing.

Edana walked around the front of me, finally where I could see her. Her skin was flushed and sweat dotted her brow and chest. "Fucking is hard work."