Bound by Pleasure (8 page)

On Friday she was going to pack a bag for the whole weekend, and if Greg wanted her to, she would stay. Her cat would be fine and might even enjoy the alone time. After their session on Friday, she was going to tell Greg in their re-cap how she felt. She was feeling pretty confident that he felt the same way too.

Megan waited patiently for Greg. He was running late. Just the sheer fact it was almost seven thirty made her shiver. What if he was angry with her? Maybe she was being punished for not expressing how she felt the other night. She hadn’t thought she could be punished during free talk, but maybe she’d upset him so much he just wasn’t going to come.

It was chilly in the room. Taking a look around, Megan wondered what would happen if she quickly got up and turned that damn ceiling fan off. It was on high, and her skin was like one giant goose bump. Her nipples were hard and not in a good way.

Megan decided to go ahead and take a chance. She walked across the room, rubbing her arms, hoping the friction would warm her up. After she turned off the fan, she returned back to her spot and plopped down on her pillow. And it was just in time, she heard Greg coming down the stairs.

As usual, once he was in the room, he stripped his clothes off and laid them to the side. He made his way to where she was and stood before her.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I was on a call that I couldn’t break away from.”

Keeping her gaze on the floor she waited for his direction.

“It’s been another one of those days with tons of interruptions. I’m so glad to be here now, where there should be no distractions. But my frustration is affecting me in a negative way, so I would like to start the scene without you pleasuring me orally. Tonight I want to use the Saint Andrew’s cross. You may go over there.”

As she kept her eyes on the ground, she went to the cross. This thing had always intimidated her, but she trusted Greg.

“I want you to look at it now and study it. Does this tool scare you?” he asked.

The Saint Andrew’s cross was shaped like an X with a pole coming off the back to keep it in an upright position. It was covered with what looked like a padding of leather and there was a restraint on each part of the X. She knew when strapped to it, she would be open and exposed. But since it was with someone she fully trusted, she wasn’t scared.

“No, Sir,” she responded.

“Good. Tonight I want you facing me, so I can bring you pleasure. But in the future, I can use this instead of the whipping bench if you ever need punishment.”

She shuddered. She hated the thought of punishment. She just wanted to please him. As she positioned herself for him, the leather was cool to her skin. She hadn’t yet warmed up, even with the fan off.

Greg took his time restraining her and making sure it wasn’t too tight around her wrists. With her arms above her head, she knew this could get uncomfortable fast, and she hoped she didn’t have to stay this way too long.

As he finished up with the restraints on her ankles he gazed up at her, then to her pussy. Positioning himself between her legs, it took his mouth no time to latch on. A moan fled her lips. His mouth was so warm, and his tongue flicked her clit in a fast motion. She was already feeling her knees weaken. His hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them as he massaged around her hole. She had her plug inserted and she hoped she was on the last size. He applied a little pressure to the plug as his tongue thrust into her entrance. She cried out, she couldn’t help it.

“I think you’re almost ready for me to take you in the ass.” He pressed his lips to her inner thighs. “And I can’t wait.”

He kissed a trail up her stomach, stopping at her breast for a quick suckle before he kissed his way to her chin, then paused.

“Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want to taste your pussy?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Slamming his mouth to hers, his tongue thrust into her mouth, just as a finger drove into her pussy. She groaned, doing her absolute best to hold off on an orgasm. But with the way he was kissing her and pleasuring her, it was tough. She wanted more than anything to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him close to her. Instinctively, her arms jerked against the restraints, reminding her he was in control and she had better not come until told to do so.

She focused on the kiss and not what he was doing to her. But just as she got her mind away from that, he stopped kissing her, but his digits didn’t stop. He gazed into her eyes and smiled.

“Does this feel good?”

She nodded.

“You’re doing so well holding off your orgasm. Perhaps I should reward you. Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then you shall. But I want it to be into my mouth.”

Lowering himself to the ground again, he pressed his mouth to her. His tongue explored before it slid into her. He gazed up at her. She was on the edge, but she knew she needed to hold off until he told her to come. The sight of his long tongue licking her and pushing its way inside of her was just about to break her. But then Greg’s eyes looked past her and seemed to focus on something else entirely. And the pleasure stopped.

Standing, he walked to the door of the room where he studied the light switches. Shit! He flipped the fan back on and turned toward her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Was this off when you came in?”

“No, Sir.” Was she really going to be in trouble over this?

“Did you ask to turn the fan off in my playroom?”

It looked like she would be. “No, Sir.”

“I like the fan on. There are no windows in here and it gets stuffy quickly. Why did you turn the fan off?”

“I was cold.”

“Did I not warm you up?”

“Yes, Sir, you did.”

He shook his head, and she feared what was next. She didn’t want to be punished.

“It’s been a hell of a day. And I was really looking forward to tonight. I needed a good scene, I needed to feel in control. I needed my sub to be obedient, but instead you took control of my playroom by turning off my fan.”

Megan couldn’t help but feel frustrated. It was just a fan. Really, what’s the big deal? Damn these stupid restraints, if she wasn’t stuck to this damn board then she just might have walked out.

“Now it’s time for an appropriate punishment. And I think it will be that I am ending the scene for the night.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, and when she caught sight of his expression she realized what she had just done. His calm demeanor washed away, and she could see the frustration building in him.

“An attitude? You’re going to roll your eyes at me? I was going to just end the scene and we would talk in the morning for your punishment. Now, however, I think I need to paddle that disrespect right out of you.” He began angrily releasing her from the St. Andrew’s cross. “Go to the paddle bench.”

Rubbing her wrists, she started toward the bench. She sat on her knees, but instead of leaning over it, she hesitated. She didn’t want to be spanked. This was absolutely stupid. And with everything running through her mind, once again here she was not expressing how she really felt. It was like being involved with her ex again. Greg was getting all the say and she was just taking it.

“I’ve picked the paddle with the word naughty on it. Now lean over the bench,” he demanded.

Glancing at him in the mirror and not recognizing the man she knew, she said loudly, “Red.”

He froze. His expression changed from anger to something else altogether. She knew he wasn’t expecting her to safe word. He laid the paddle down, raked his hands through his hair, then left without looking back.

Megan let out a sigh. Should she follow and tell him why she used the safe word, or leave him alone? The next thing she had to decide, did she want to stay the night as planned or should she just go home?

Greg marched into his office. He’d lost control of himself. Megan had been right to safe word and make him stop. He hadn’t been in the right state of mind. He’d been angry, rage boiling through his veins. When she said ‘red’, she had snapped him right out of it. And he was embarrassed.

Yes, he shouldn’t have walked away. In fact, he should be down there talking to her and discussing why she used the safe word and even how this scene got out of control.

Megan ignited feelings in him that he had never experienced. One moment he was admiring and worshipping her body and the next he wanted to spank her for disobeying him. And now, he was feeling awful, as though life couldn’t go on until he set things right with her. What was the matter with him?

He sat down in his office chair and stared out the window. He was in love. He’d had a feeling this was where he was, although he hadn’t admitted it yet. But did Megan feel the same? Anger started to force its way through his body again. And it wasn’t because of her, it was because he wasn’t handling this right at all. They just needed to talk. If she didn’t feel the same, then he would move forward. But if she did…well, that would be spectacular. It was time to stop thinking about it and to go downstairs and talk to her. Hell, if he had to tie her up again he would. They were going to talk and sort this out.

Greg walked over to his liquor cabinet and decided to take a shot of whiskey to calm him—hopefully. This state of disorientation was really throwing him off. As the warm liquid went down his throat, he had never been so scared in his life. But he was ready to take this step. And he was damn well sure it was going to be with Megan.

As he made his way back down to the playroom, his heart was beating so fast he really worried it might just pop out of his chest. His palms were sweating. Too bad he didn’t bring the whiskey with him.

The playroom was empty. He paused in what seemed like mid-motion, a feeling of panic continuing to set in. Taking a deep breath, he tried to convince himself that she was in the bathroom. But when he swung the door open she wasn’t. He proceeded to open the door that led to the bedroom. She had to be there. The room was empty.

Greg sunk down onto the bed. She had left? His heart ached. Was she gone just for tonight, or was it for good?

Megan paced back and forth across her living room, scared of what she had just done. She had left. Once Greg went upstairs and she heard a slam, which she assumed was his office door, she had dressed, grabbed her overnight bag, and left as fast as she could. But now that she was home and knew Greg would have come back to the playroom to talk, she felt like a coward. And she was positive a punishment was going to be given if she returned tomorrow. And if she went back, she knew she deserved that punishment.

Was she going back? That she wasn’t sure about. The more she thought about it, the more she was thinking that the BDSM lifestyle was not for her. Or at least not all the time. The scenes were fun and brought her to pleasure she had never experienced, but she hated when she displeased Greg. She never wanted to upset him, just make him happy. And punishment…she hated that too. She didn’t want to be spanked for doing something wrong. Especially for something as silly as turning off the fan. That was just ridiculous.

Megan sat down on her couch. This was crazy. She was falling back into her same pattern. And she could no longer blame it on her ex. She was the one who was avoiding confrontation. Tonight she was a wuss for not staying and talking. Greg didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to know how she felt, and it was time she told him. And that time would be tomorrow. She would go back and tell him what was on her mind.

Megan arrived at Greg’s house early. With her bag over her shoulder, she let herself into the house. First she went to his study, finding the door open. She expected to see him, but he wasn’t there. Next she made her way to the kitchen, but he wasn’t there either. She called out his name, but didn’t get a response. Her confidence started to fizzle when she couldn’t find him, but then she heard a sound from the playroom. She smiled. He was there.

Picking up her pace, she made her way downstairs, ready to get her feelings off her chest. She was going to let him have it and take whatever the consequences were for speaking her mind.

As she went through the open doorway, she stopped. His back was to her and he was naked. How the hell could she form words when he was like that? When he turned to look at her, she let her eyes bask at his amazing body, from his hard and toned chest to his firm thighs, and of course, his long cock.

“You’re early,” he said.

She nodded and told herself it was time to talk.

“Go strip and get in your spot,” he demanded.

She hesitated a moment, but then remembered where she was—the playroom. “I would like to talk.”

“We will talk. But I have not permitted you to speak freely.”

His tone was firm and domineering. She wasn’t going to push. They were going to talk, and that was the most important thing. She could wait.

Greg went back to pretending he was doing something. He had made sure to be in the playroom before her. He was happy she’d come back. But today was about two things—showing her he was a Dom and helping her to express herself. And he was pretty sure he knew how to do that.

Last night he had been miserable. And this morning he was angry. But now he just wanted to solve this problem and move forward—with Megan. It was time to take the steps to ensure they had a future together.

When she walked through the door and saw him, he could see the wheels turning. She had been on a mission. And he was sure if he just let her talk, she would have told him how she was feeling. He had never really dived into her past with her ex, but he was pretty sure expressing how she felt was hard for her. Either she’d fought like crazy with the ex and it didn’t do any good, or she just sat back and never said anything knowing he didn’t care. But Greg did care, and whatever was running through her gorgeous head, he wanted to know. So he hoped like hell what he had planned was the right way to help her express herself.

The bathroom door opened and Megan walked out. She was perfect. Even though he had always preferred long hair, her short locks just worked. She had a very trim waist but a round and firm ass. He could not wait until his cock got to enter it. He knew it would feel like a little slice of heaven. And he couldn’t wait to bring her the pleasure she could get from it.