Compulsion (8 page)

I bent and put the cuffs around my ankles. Then my left wrist. Then the right one. I wanted this and I wanted him, so I would put myself in this predicament and follow his crazy instructions.

As soon as the cuffs were on I felt different. My arousal sharpened and intensified. The velvet sat against my skin, light but firm. I was waiting to be claimed and taken—waiting, this time, with full knowledge of what he intended, and wanting it.

I returned to the drawers with a new inner calmness that had nothing to do with my state of heightened arousal. I retrieved the straps and attached them to the bedposts and headboard. The loose ends had carabiner clips, which would attach through the eyelets of my cuffs—simple but no doubt highly effective. I crossed the item off my list.

Next I looked in the bedside drawer and located the lubricant and the speculum. I began to get an idea of why he wanted the waterproof sheet—it was a big tube of lube and he wanted me to use at least half of it. I was going to get messy. My pussy tingled at the thought. I tossed the tube onto the bed.

I ripped open the packaging on the speculum. It was a plastic, disposable one and looked rather like the bill of a duck. I sat on the bed and studied it, ignoring the order of the tasks on my list. It seemed simple enough—once inserted the blades could be opened and secured in position by a screw with a wing nut. The effect that it was having on me was not so simple. The thought of using it on myself was utterly wicked, and the idea of my pussy being levered open and held in position was exciting beyond belief. My nipples were hard and throbbing and my clit was swollen, ready to burst into orgasm.

I hastily washed the speculum then dragged the standing mirror from the corner and positioned it at the foot of the bed. It was on a triangular stand so I was able to tip it forward, ensuring that I’d be able to see myself even when I was lying flat. Then I climbed onto the bed and smoothed the list out beside me.

At last I was allowed to touch my poor tormented body! I ran my hands over my distended nipples, wincing at their sensitivity.

Oh you’re making it worse!

I opened the lube and squeezed some over my fingers, dropping some onto the sheet when it ran out quicker than I expected, and rubbed it over my pussy. It was cool on my overheated flesh but just for a moment. I was already so wet that it was impossible to tell what was lube and what was my own secretion. I ran my fingers down the sides of my clit and pinched it longways between my fore and middle fingers, feeling how swollen and throbbing it was, then slid an exploratory finger into my cunt opening. My slick, hot flesh clamped around my digit and I was barely able to hold back a shattering orgasm. I wasn’t going to be able to touch myself much after all, for I believed that Matt
would
know if I came. I decided to get on with the speculum.

Oh please, you can’t wait! You’re dying to put that thing inside you.

With a delicious sense of anticipation I pulled my legs up and put my feet on the mattress, spreading my thighs as wide as I could. I could see everything in the mirror. With my left hand I spread my pussy wide, revealing my pink, throbbing flesh and vaginal opening. Using my right hand I began to insert the speculum. The smooth plastic slid in with surprising ease, parting my channel slightly. I froze and fought off another orgasm that was almost triggered by the foreign penetration. When the critical moment passed I pushed it the rest of the way inside until the open circular base was up against my pussy. I let my pussy lips go and fumbled for the screw with my left hand. After a few awkward turns I began to feel the strangest sensation deep inside my cunt as the blades began to force the walls of my channel apart. I almost came again and wondered how many more times I’d be able to hold it off.

When the strange pressure inside me turned to tenderness I stopped turning the screw, moved my hands away and examined myself in the mirror. All that was visible of the speculum was the little handle, the circular base and the screw, flush against my pussy. My opening was a round, dark hole, unobstructed and vulnerable. I groaned and lay back on the bed, feeling cool air in my gaping channel. Damn Matt—he’d reduced me to the most basic state of sexual craving and frustration and he wasn’t even here!

And I wasn’t finished with the damn list either.

I snatched up the open tube of lube then shuffled about on the bed to find the best way to position myself so that I could look in the mirror and see where to aim it. Holding my knees up against my chest and peering down between my own legs worked best. I tentatively positioned the tube, feeling it knock against the rim of the speculum, and squeezed out some lube. For a moment I felt nothing at all and then suddenly there was a cold sensation spreading out deep, deep within my vagina. I jerked the tube away, convinced that I’d squeezed out way too much, but when I looked at the tube I’d hardly used any at all.

He wants you to use half. At least.

That’s just ridiculous!

It’s going to feel amazing.

You might as well do it. You’ve done everything else on that stupid list!

But even in my far-gone state of arousal I knew it wasn’t stupid. He’d created an amazing sensory experience for me. I gave myself over to it and positioned the lube over my opened pussy again. I closed my eyes and squeezed the tube. That cold, wet sensation blossomed inside me once more, utterly foreign, intensely stimulating. I gritted my teeth, telling my inner muscles to relax as I fought off another shattering orgasm.

When the tube was half empty I set it aside. My body heat was slowly warming the puddle of lube inside me but I could still feel it—a subtle weight without form or shape, moving when my muscles moved. It was a feeling unlike anything else.

I lay for a while, savoring the sensation in a state of blissful and sustained arousal, and it was then that I heard a car pulling up next to the house. Matt was home.

I quickly reached down to remove the speculum. The thought of him seeing me with it in was too embarrassing. I was too vulnerable, too exposed, like that.

I fumbled for the screw but couldn’t get a grip on it with my slippery fingers. The angle was very awkward.

The front door opened and I heard the soft beeping as Matt punched his code into the alarm panel. Frantically I tried to sit up to see what I was doing in the mirror. The lube inside me oozed out in a warm rush, trickling down from my vagina past my ass. I quickly lay flat before more could run out. Footsteps came down the hall. Damn it, I was stuck! I squeezed my thighs together.

Matt walked through the door, which I hadn’t bothered to close. I turned my head away in acute embarrassment but I heard the sharp intake of his breath when he saw me.

“Hello, Jane,” he said. His voice was smooth. I squeezed my eyes shut in mortification and shook my head on the bed.

“Look at me, Jane. Greet me properly.” A command this time.

I turned my head reluctantly and met his smoldering eyes. “Hello, Matt.” It came out in a husky whisper that sounded nothing like my own voice.

He was wearing soft, gray track pants with a drawstring waist, slung low on his hips, and a navy-blue, sweat-drenched muscle shirt. Obviously fresh from the gym, his muscles were all taut and defined, and his cock was aroused and clearly visible, straining against his pants. My stomach did its now-familiar falling away flip. How could he possibly look so good after a hard workout?

“Now this is a sight that a man could get used to coming home to.” He moved to the bed and stood next to the mirror at my feet, his hot eyes running over my body.

“It looks as though you enjoyed carrying out my instructions. Open your legs. Show me your pussy.”

There was no point in arguing or trying to avoid his command. I shut my eyes and let my thighs fall open. When he didn’t say anything, I peeped at him between my eyelashes.

He’d fallen to his knees at the side of the bed and was staring at my open pussy, the expression on his face unreadable. Then he reached out and smoothed his hands down my thighs.

“Oh Jane, that looks amazing.” Now his voice was husky, like mine. “I’m so glad you left the speculum in for me—I was hoping you would.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that I couldn’t release the screw, but I suddenly decided not to and flexed my hips instead, rotating my ass in a small circle. He groaned and pushed up to his feet.

“I’m going to have a shower but I’ll be quick. Don’t take it out.”

He paused and grinned. “Actually, give me your foot.” I shuffled my right foot toward him uncertainly. He pulled my leg straight and clipped my ankle cuff to the bedpost, pulling the cord tight.

“Other foot… And now your hands please, Jane, up above your head.”

In a moment I was secured, my legs spread wide and my hands extended directly above my head. I pulled but there was no give, my bonds gentle but unforgiving.

“Don’t go away,” he quipped and sauntered into the bathroom.

He left me lying there, helpless and open, my body humming with need and anticipation, for what felt like hours. The clock on his bedside table told me that it was ten minutes, but it was
his
clock and therefore not to be trusted. Besides,
ten minutes
! I could shower and wash my long hair in less than ten minutes! I listened to him splashing around and…singing! Badly!

The bastard’s actually singing!

At last he emerged, naked, damp hair standing up in golden spikes, and his thick cock straining up to his bellybutton. He smiled at me, beautiful man, and my heart pounded.

He knelt on the bed next to my head.

“Suck me, Jane. Make me crazy.”

My movements were limited. I turned my head to the side and he fed his cock into my mouth. I teased around the sensitive glans with my tongue then began to suck. At this angle I couldn’t direct him toward my throat and I didn’t have my hands free to hold him, so he grabbed the base of his cock and thrust into the soft tissue of my cheek. I tried to keep my teeth clear but sometimes they grazed him lightly. This seemed to excite him and he quickened his pace. His salty taste spread over my tongue.

Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth.

“I’ll be back,” he said in answer to my unspoken question, “but I want to play with you first.” The anticipation in his voice sent shivers over my skin and made my inner muscles clench. With my hands secured above my head, my breasts jutted out. He bent over me and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting me gently. His fingers played with my other breast, pulling and rolling the nipple and mimicking the actions of his mouth, sending twin spirals of sensation directly to my throbbing cunt.

He nuzzled the undersides of my breasts and kissed and licked his way down my abdomen, torturing my sensitive navel with his wicked tongue. Then he knelt between my splayed legs and examined my open pussy closely.

“I love the way you look with this speculum inside you, Jane. I love the idea that you’re open for me, that I could do things to you and you can’t prevent me.”

I was going up in flames from his words. He always knew just what to say to intensify what I was already feeling. He put his finger inside my channel, through the circle of the speculum, and gently rubbed my inner walls between the blades that were holding me open. It was another strange sensation, being touched so intimately but unable to clench my muscles around his finger.

“Wow, there’s a lot of lube in here, Jane. Let’s play with it. I’m going to take the speculum out now. Just relax.”

He released the screw and the blades closed slowly until he could gently withdraw the speculum. It had been holding me open so long that for a moment it felt strange to contract back to normal. He did not leave me to be normal for long though. He went to the bathroom and I heard him drop the speculum into the sink. Then he gathered up the dildos on the bedside table and returned to his position between my legs.

He dipped the little Lady’s Finger vibrator into my pussy a few times. It glided in and out easily with a lovely, smooth sensation, and more lube trickled out as my muscles tried to grip the slick surface.

“This is actually smaller than the speculum, Jane, so it’s not going to stretch you any more. But I still think we’ll find it very useful.”

He turned it on and held it against my clit. I arched up with a cry. That vibrating touch was the most perfect thing I’d ever felt. My orgasm raced onward like a runaway train and I more than half expected him to withdraw the vibrator and deny me relief, but he let me come in wave after wave of glory. I felt the lube inside me squirting out from the intensity of my contractions. He kept it on me until I slumped back, gasping and weak.

“That was quite something to see, Jane. But we’re not finished yet. Do you know that you can do that a whole lot of times?” He waved the glass dildo at me.

I shook my head weakly. There was no way that I could do that again. Even breathing was quite exhausting. But, tormentor that he was, he began to slide the knobby glass dildo into my unresisting cunt. It was icy-cold, quite shocking against my heat, and I jerked against my bonds. The straps held firm and I could do nothing to impede his progress as he slipped it into me one bulge at a time.

The first three slipped in easily but I felt a twinge of pressure when the fourth was pushed past my opening.

“Please wait.”

“Yes,” he murmured, “the last two balls are bigger than the speculum was, so they’re going to stretch you when I push them in. Is it sore?”

“Tender.”

“You’ll be okay. This will help.” He touched me with the vibrator again, running the blunt tip around my clit then pressing it to the side firmly. He was right—I could, and would, climax again. My hips surged forward of their own accord and I impaled myself farther onto the dildo, another bulge popping through my tight entrance to nestle inside. But now the stretch felt good. The tingling vibration on my clit seemed to have dulled my pain receptors. I wanted more. He knew somehow and pressed the dildo against me when my hips bucked again. The final bulge burst into me and I cried out in satisfaction. He let it sit there for long moments while he rolled the vibrator over my clit, then he slowly pulled it out, the bulges popping out one by one. The strange pulling-stretching sensation sent me over the edge. He drove me to a peak even higher than the last one, sliding the knurled glass in and out of me, prolonging the waves that shook me.