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His palm is on my buttock, his caress casual yet achingly accurate. His fingertips brush the very edges of my pussy, but no more. I groan and attempt to angle my hips to catch his wandering fingers.

He chuckles and slaps my bottom again. “Nice try, Molly. As soon as I do touch your delightfully wet cunt, I suspect you’re going to come like the pretty little fuck-slut we both know you are. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir. Without a doubt.” My pussy is quivering, positively throbbing with need.

“Shall we get that over with then?”

Oh, sweet Jesus!

“Molly? Did you say something?”

“No, sir. Just, please…”

“Is this what you want?” He swipes the flat of his hand slowly across my pussy from clit to arse, and my knees almost give way under me.

“Oh! Oh, yes.
Yes!
”

He repeats the caress once more, then again. I edge back toward him, seeking to increase the pressure. He stops stroking me, casually flicks the tip of my clit, then uses his thumbs to part the lips of my pussy.

“You’ll have my cock inside you soon, but for now I’m thinking two fingers. Or perhaps three. How many would you like, little Molly?”

“Three, please,” I mutter. “I’m a needy slut, remember.”

“Ah, yes, of course you are. And I hate to disappoint.” Even as he speaks he is sliding three fingers into me. He takes it slow, but still it feels tight, my entrance stretching to accept the intrusion. “Is that enough for you, my slut?”

I’m rocking back and forth on my heels to create the friction I crave. Jared snakes his free arm around the front of my thighs to pull me closer to him and hold me still. “Allow me, sweetheart.”

He withdraws his fingers, then plunges them deep again. He continues to finger-fuck me, picking up a faster tempo as I writhe against his arm. He twists his free hand a little to lay the pad of his middle finger over my clit, and he rubs from side to side.

My orgasm surges up from almost nowhere to send me careering out of control. If he were not holding me up, I’m sure I would crumple into a boneless heap at his feet as my inner muscles convulse and my legs give way. I squeeze tight around his fingers as waves of pure delight flood through me, every nerve ending tingling, my nipples hardening into swollen pebbles of need. He takes my clit between his finger and thumb and squeezes it, not hard, but the pressure is enough to create never-ending spirals of lust that snake out from my core to reach my fingers, my toes, the very ends of my hair.

He continues to stroke, to tease, to rub, drawing the last shuddering sensations from me, taking my weight entirely now as he holds me in place. Eventually the waves of pleasure subside, the frantic quivering in my pussy diminishes to a mere tremor, and I manage to remember my name again. And his.

“Jared? Sir…?”

In a moment he has straightened my body to bring me upright, risen to his feet, and swept me up in his arms. Two strides later I am lying on the bed, on my back, gazing up at him as he bends over me.

He sweeps a lock of hair back from my face. “You all right?” He looks concerned.

“Yes. Yes, of course.”

“Okay, so far so good. Now that we’ve started to deal with your inhibitions, and taken the edge off that rampant lust of yours, we can have some fun. I’m going to tie you to the bed. Is that okay with you?”

“You don’t need to. I promise not to move.”

“I won’t restrain you if you prefer me not to, but I’d like you to try it.”

“I see. Okay then.” I’m not quite ready to say so yet, but the idea of being bound, unable to move, arouses me in ways I’d struggle to describe, even to Jared.

He drops a light kiss onto my forehead, then reaches past me to open the drawer beside the bed. He produces a pair of leather wristbands with metal clips attached, which he shows to me, that expressive eyebrow raised once more.

“No metal handcuffs?” I manage a smile and hold out my wrists to him.

“These are more comfortable, believe me.” He fastens a cuff around each wrist, then attaches them to the headboard by the clips. My arms are stretched above my head, but I can still move. I’m surprised. I suppose I expected him to immobilise me completely.

He gives me that lopsided grin again, his dom antennae working on overdrive. “Baby steps, little Molly. Next time we might fasten your ankles to the bed too. This is enough, for now.”

Relieved, and becoming more relaxed by the second, I offer him another smile, a real one this time. “What happens now?”

“Now, we try out a few sensations, see what you like.”

“And what I don’t like?” I haven’t quite shrugged off my trepidation.

He pauses to drag his admiring gaze the length of my body and back up to my face again. “Maybe, but I’m thinking you’ll probably enjoy this. Shall we see? I have some toys we could play with.”

“Toys? Not…?” I’m not sure what the correct collective term is for paddles and whips.

“Yes. Toys. So, now I have you tied to my bed, do you trust me enough to let me blindfold you?”

“Why? Why do you need to do that?”

“I don’t need to. We can play perfectly well without, but I think you’d find the whole experience more exciting. Again, I’d like you to try it.” He reaches back into the drawer and this time produces a dark red scarf, which he folds across the diagonal, then again to make a blindfold. He holds it before my face, but makes no move to cover my eyes.

I give a sharp nod. In for a penny, and all that.

“Tell me, Molly. I need to hear the words, to be sure.”

“Yes, okay then. A blindfold. But no gags. I don’t want you to gag me, definitely.”

“Agreed. In any case I enjoy hearing my subs squeal too much for that, and while we’re getting to know each other I need you to be able to tell me what you’re feeling, what you like, what you want from me.”

“I see. Yes…”

He winks at me, then lays the blindfold over my eyes and ties it at the back of my head. Immediately my sight is cut off. I sink back against the pillow propped behind my shoulders, relaxing into this thing we’re doing. Jared was right, the whole effect is heightened by my helplessness. It is as though being bound affords me permission to abandon all responsibility and just let things happen as they will, all the while knowing I have only to say one of my safewords and it ends.

“Comfortable?” Jared speaks to me from close by. I turn my head toward the sound of his voice.

“Yes. I think so.”

“Good. Tell me if you get a cramp, or any tingling in your fingers.”

“What about tingling anywhere else?”

He chuckles. “Tell me about that too.”

She is truly gorgeous, a feast, a blank canvas spread before me, just waiting for me to paint my dark designs all over her lush body.

I straighten, step back from the bed to survey the vision that is Molly MacBride. So many times back there in my stark little cell I imagined her like this, but the reality is beyond anything I could conjure up. It wouldn’t be true exactly to say I’ve yearned for Molly in the years since we parted, though she has crossed my mind more than a few times. I can hardly believe she sought me out after all this time, but I’ve always been good at seizing my opportunities when they come my way. She’s here now, and I intend to make this a memorable occasion for both of us.

She’s aroused, but nervous. I can see it. I watch as she gnaws on her lower lip, one of her tells. I reach out to lay a fingertip across her lush little mouth and the unconscious chewing ceases. Instead she pokes out the tip of her tongue to lick my finger. My cock lurches painfully inside my jeans. I have to get naked soon, and now seems as good a time as any.

It takes me just a few moments to be rid of my clothes, during which time Molly squirms on my bed, her face turning from one side to the other as she listens to every movement, searching for clues. I sit beside her and she goes still.

“Jared? Sir…?”

“I’m here. I was just getting undressed.”

“I want to see.”

“Soon. For now, I want you to simply feel.”

I trail my fingers down her chest, the length of her sternum, then back up again to rest my hand across her throat. I apply no pressure, I have no need to. She lies perfectly still, her breath coming in short little gasps. Her nipples are erect, hard, swollen buds, a dark, rosy pink and achingly tempting. I lean over to take one between my lips, and she lets out a startled yelp before arching her back to press the pebbled nub further into my mouth.

So eager. So fucking lovely.

I suck hard and use my tongue to press the tip against the roof of my mouth. It crosses my mind that clamps might be nice, and I have a delightful pair of clovers that would be perfect for Molly but I dismiss that idea. For now.

Instead I reach for her other breast and squeeze that nipple between my finger and thumb, tugging slightly to make sure I have her attention. It seems I do. Moaning softly, Molly writhes under me as I ramp up the pressure. I continue until she is bucking hard, her grunts and squeals near frantic, then I release her without warning and step away.

“Sir?” She swivels her head as though watching an invisible tennis match, seeking me out in her darkened world. I move to the foot of the bed and open the blanket box I keep there. Inside are my collection of toys. The floggers, paddles, and spanking crops are mostly well-used, items I know well and can wield with accurate and exquisite effect. Other toys such as vibrators and dildos, and, of course, butt plugs, are new. I like to keep things fresh.

Molly hears the sound of the chest opening and cranes her neck as though she might spot what I’m up to. I ignore her for now and make my selections.

A flogger first, I think, something delicate and sensuous. I pick up one of my personal favourites made of a soft, grey suede, and I move around the bed to stand beside her, the fronds trailing against my thigh and knees. I dangle the implement over her body so that just the tips of the lashes are in contact with her skin. Again, she goes stock still, rigid almost, but for her chest heaving.

I trail the flogger across her breasts, ensuring the feather-light tails tease and torment her swollen nipples, wrapping them around then dragging them across the sensitised nubs.

Molly is arching and rocking within the restraints, twisting her body as the flogger makes contact, seeking more from it, more from me, but ultimately she is helpless. I am the one in control.

I lift the flogger and bring it down over her breasts, leaving a faint smudge of a slightly deeper pink across her skin. She gasps, and continues to wriggle in her restraints. I was right to tie her up; she would never manage to remain still for this otherwise.

I lift the flogger again and continue to drop light strokes all over her chest and stomach, alternating the sharper blows with gently trailing the soft fronds over her pinkening skin. She likes it, I can tell. Molly arches her back, her moans becoming louder as I build the sensation little by little. She is murmuring something. I lean in a little to hear her incoherent half-sentences of want and need and growing desperation.

I move around the bed, whipping her from every angle until I sense she is on the verge of another orgasm. I slow it down, less of the sharp slapping and more trailing of soft suede across the curves of her breasts and belly. She is quivering, chewing on that lip again, though this time her response is driven by arousal and need.

“Spread your thighs for me, Molly.”

She obeys, her reaction immediate, bending her knees and opening her legs wide. So fucking gorgeous. I resist the urge to simply fuck her then and there, and instead apply the flogger to her inner thighs. Finally I drop one last stroke right across her drenched pussy.

Molly squeals and slams her legs shut. It is exactly the reaction I expected, but I need to be stern, to make her understand that she must never close her body to me.

“Open them, Molly. Now.”

“But it hurts.”

“No, it doesn’t. And in any case, you have your safewords.” I pause to allow her time to process this, but not for long. I
will
have her obedience. “Now, Molly. Unless you prefer to stop. Do you want me to stop? You have only to ask and I’ll untie you.”

“I know. I just… it was a surprise.” She starts to part her thighs once more. I wait until her legs are spread wide again, then I reach for my next toy of choice.

I flick the switch on a small bullet vibrator and without further preamble press it against her clit. Her hips thrust upwards and she cries out. I lift the toy away and wait for her to quieten again.

“I don’t want you to come just yet. Try to control yourself.”

“But I can’t. It’s so… so… I just can’t.”

“You know I’m going to spank you, whatever happens. The only question is, will it be a punishment spanking or an arousing one. The choice is yours, Molly.”

“I’ll try, sir. I will. I am.”

I cup her cheek in my palm and stroke her damp hair back from her face. With an inexperienced submissive there’s a time for sternness, and a time for comfort and reassurance. “I know, and I know it’s hard but I’ll tell you when to come and I’ll make sure it’s good for you. Your orgasm will be your reward for waiting, for doing as you’re told. Okay?”

“Okay. Yes, I understand.”

“Do you? Do you really understand that orgasms have to be earned now? That I’m in charge and you can please me by obeying? Is all that becoming clear to you?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers. “I think I get it now.”

Perhaps she does, at least some of it. But she’s a newbie and there’s only so far I can push her. I reapply the vibe to her swollen clit and roll it over the thrumming nub a couple of times, then I press the switch to turn up the intensity before slipping it inside her pussy.

“Oh! Jared, sir!” Molly is pumping her hips up and down, seeking the friction she craves. I press her knees a little further apart and lean over her to blow on her clit, then I take it between my lips and I suck.

She doesn’t yet have my permission to orgasm, but my poor little novice subbie never stands a chance. She erupts like a volcano, her entire body convulsing as I hollow my cheeks and increase the pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves between my lips.