Love Unbound (3 page)

Brendon inwardly
smiled. His little sub had thought of everything, noting how it was at the
perfect height to hold her. He snatched up the blindfold and retied it over her
eyes, being careful not to snag her hair, pleased when her breathing picked up
again.

“Legs
apart.”

Again, without
hesitation she obeyed. He quickly tied off her ankles, attaching each side to
loops in the floor. His heart raced at the sight, and Brendon almost had the
notion to run upstairs and grab his camera to take pictures of this perfect
beauty bound and open for his pleasure.

Her legs splayed open
with only a scrap of lace covering what Brendon instinctively knew would be
heaven on earth. It took every ounce of restraint not to rip the fabric from
her and reveal the pussy he ached for.

He stepped back and
began to strip. He still wore the day’s grime from work and riding on the tram
and trains into the city.

“Are you comfortable,
my little blue jay?”

She licked her lips
“Yes, sir.”

He liked her height,
only a touch shorter than Ryan; he leaned in, so not to touch her, pressing his
lips against hers in a soft teasing kiss.
When he pulled
back, instantly she tried to follow his heat.

“Good, from now on, no
talking, unless you need to use your safe word, understood.”

“Yes,
sir.”

It took a great deal
of self-control to walk calmly into the dungeon’s bathroom, hastily turning on
the shower and stripping off.

As eager as he was to
play with his new little gift, he took his time to wash himself down, and then
towel himself dry—his dick was hard, desperate to play with his new little
gift. But each moment that passed only helped to prove his control and heighten
her anticipation of what was to come.

Naked, the cool air of
the basement brushed against his skin, but did nothing to cool the heat of his
lust.

“Alright, play time.”

The subtle shift in
Jay’s mouth and limbs indicated she’d heard his words and was fully alert.

Good.

Brendon clutched a
handful of her dark silk hair and tugged her head back, baring her throat.

Time for her to be
ravished, as she’d so delicately put it earlier. Although what he was about to
do to her was far from delicate.

He dipped his head to
the delicious column of her neck, nipping at her throat, and a whimper sounded
from her. He used his tongue, teeth, and lips, devouring her flesh, until her
breath came in gasping pants. The sweet flavor of her skin, so different from a
man, had him struggling with his own self-control.

He blazed a trail down
her skin, to the tight, rosy nipples, which practically begged to be touched.
Or better yet, clamped.
He bit down on her nipples and she
jerked against her restraints, making his cock throb with each of her little
whimpers. He pulled back, smiling at the little bites, which would mark
beautifully.

“Are you wet, yet,
blue jay?” He glanced up to watch her little, pouty lips part with her labored
breaths.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Ah
ah
ah
.
No talking, remember? I ask simple questions that require no more than a
movement of your head. For that, you’ve earned your first punishment.” Giving
her no time to protest or ponder, he grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.

On the inevitable gasp
that tore from her, he released the precious bud.
A smile
quirked at his lips.
He definitely had her attention now.

The pain at her nipple
had instinctively caused her to cant her hips in his direction. She was a
natural, little submissive.

Brendon went back to
his exploration, caressing every spot of bare flesh available. His hands were
on her thighs and his thumbs perilously close to the edge of her panties.

“Oh, sweet blue jay, I
can feel your heat even from here. You’ve got an incredible body.
Perfect for my ropes.”
His finger disappeared underneath the
black lace.

“Oh,
hell.
Hot, slick, and oh, so wet.” He crooned,
while he fucked his finger in and out of her sweet, sweet pussy. “Do you want
me to stop, blue jay?”

Her head moved from
side to side in fast, jerky movements. She opened her mouth to speak and
slammed it shut, at the last minute. Probably remembering she’d been forbidden
to speak.

Jay’s eyes rolled to
the back of her head with the pleasure storming through her. Brendon’s wicked
manipulation of her pussy drove her fast and hard to the edge of what promised
to be an explosion.

She tried to buck her
hips to increase the friction, but the
ropes,
she’d
momentarily forgotten about, restricted her movement. Her pleasure was at the
complete mercy of Brendon’s whim. Frustration at his maddeningly slow pace
erupted in the form of a series of whimpers.

“I think you like
this.” Brendon’s voice mocked her predicament. Damn him for this! If he’d just
angle his finger a little higher and rub her clit.

Again he pulled away,
she whimpered in arousal and frustration.

Please
.
She mouthed the word, but didn’t have enough breath to be heard. Brendon bent
closer, until his lips barely touched hers.

“I know, blue jay, I
know.” His lips crashed down on hers. She opened her mouth and his tongue dived
in, seeking hers. The urgent pressure of the kiss tore through her, stealing
what little air she had left. This was no sweet kiss. No, it had become a
taking, in every sense of the word.
All teeth, lips, and
tongue fighting for dominance.
Jay kissed him back, her body going crazy
for more of this man. She’d never forget this kiss in a million years.

He ripped off her
blindfold, finally, his mouth released her, and they stood immobile for a few
minutes. She blinked, staring at him. They both breathed heavily, and the rush
of power swirling around her offered a sense of possession. She moved to lower
her gaze.

“No, keep your pretty,
blue eyes on me.”

He reached up,
unhooking her arms, bringing them down; they ached as blood rushed back into
her limbs, making her skin prickle with the sensation. He undid the ties to her
legs, but left the rope on her ankles, he led her over to the side of a big bed
in one section of the large dungeon.

Hooking his fingers in
her panties, he slid them down to her feet.

He snatched a pillow
off the bed. “Step out of your panties, and on your knees.”

Facing Brendon, she
did as he bade and sank down, her hands still bound in front of her, and again
his hand speared through her hair. He seemed to enjoy using her hair to control
her.

“Spread your knees.”

She quickly complied
and spread them as wide as she could, without breaking eye contact.

Brendon’s hand traced
her collarbone from one side to the other, a light teasing motion that bordered
on tickling. Goose bumps rose on her skin, and he grinned down at her.

“I like you like this.
All soft and open.
Willing.
Are you willing, Jay? You can answer.”

“Yes,
sir.”
She bit her bottom lip to control the
wide smile threatening to break out. He trailed his fingers to her breasts, but
maintained the feather-light touch. She ached for a heavy hand, but he was in
control and she was here to simply please him.

He skimmed farther
down her torso, where he circled and dipped a fingertip into her belly button.

“God, do you have any
idea how delicious these curves look?” A jolt streaked through her.

A strong finger
slipped between the folds of her cunt, only glancing across her clit. Her body
jerked, and she gasped from the pleasure. Already he’d moved on to the opening,
where he teased and circled. Jay canted her hips, eager for him to dip inside.
He fucked her with his finger, like she wanted him to do with his dick.

The sudden image of
his dick, thrusting in and out of her aching sex, proved her undoing. She
whimpered with the need of it. He rubbed harder, and the friction heated her
through. Her brain fogged up, and she didn’t have any more clear thoughts.

“You want to come,
don’t you, blue jay?”

She nodded fast,
jerkily. He’d driven her to a point of desperation she’d never experienced. There
was nothing she wouldn’t do, and wouldn’t give, just to have him fuck her.

“No matter how hard
you try, you won’t come until I tell you to. I will control everything today,
not just you. Feel that. Think about it. Let it wrap around you like a warm
blanket.” His fingers slipped a few inches higher, and she nearly exploded,
when they finally hit the place she needed them to be.

Lightning
quick
, her body tensed for the oncoming orgasm. He rubbed
harder. “You will not come yet, Jay. I have not given permission.”

“Please, sir. I can’t
hold it back. Please let me.”

“No,” he commanded
loudly. Still he rubbed even stronger. No way would she be able to stop the
inferno raging through her.

“I’m going to come.
Please—Oh god—I can’t—
Stop
!”

He stopped rubbing and
grabbed her clit tightly, between two fingers.

Sudden pain sliced
through her. With the other hand, he pinched her nipple in a vice-like grip.

He increased the
pressure, until the combination of pain between her clit and nipple rivaled
each other. When the pain reached the crescendo of her tolerance, something odd
happened. Her mind went into overdrive, everything fell away, and a cloud of
softness settled over her. She floated on the edges of her mind.
No longer in any pain.
Safe.
That’s
the word she was looking for. A comfortable, happy safeness, she’d never felt
before.

“There you go.
So beautiful.
Such joy on your face.
Even better than an orgasm.”
Jay didn’t know what was
going on, but she wanted more.

As if he’d read
her
mind, he bent his head to her skin and bit into her flesh.
Little sharp bites on her neck sent her soaring even further.

“Let’s get you on the
bed.” She vaguely heard Brendon’s words. He removed his mouth from her skin,
and she cried out in protest.

“
Shhh
.
Trust me, beautiful. It’s about to get even better.” He shifted her body and
scooped her into his arms, lifting her from the ground. Her legs ached a
little, but it seemed unimportant.

He laid her on her
back, on the black silk sheets, where she gasped at the cool touch on her
flaming-hot skin. She’d grown incredibly sensitive to everything.

“Lie back and raise
your arms over your head.” She listened to Brendon give her instructions,
fascinated with the movement of his lush lips. She did as he asked, and he
clipped the rope loop onto an eye hook.

“Spread your legs.”

She opened her legs,
and cool air brushed against her sex. A new ache bloomed for more of his touch.
God! He needed to fuck her already.

She tried pleading
with her eyes. She could hardly wait. He simply smiled wickedly down at her,
then
moved to tie her legs with more rope restraints.

“Tell me how you feel,
Jay,” he commanded.

“I need to be fucked.
I’m so horny, I can’t stand it.”

“I already know that.
Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I—uh—I feel so
different.”

“Different
how?”

Why did he keep
grilling her, instead of touching her? Tears pricked at the back of her eyes,
and she feared she might start crying, any minute.

“I don’t know.
Just different.”

“I know Ryan may have
taught you, but there are some things you need to learn firsthand. You’re
incredibly responsive, a true little submissive. All tied up, begging to be
fucked.”

“I ... I didn’t expect
to feel so ... so safe, even though you’ve taken away my ability to move.”

“Do you trust me?” She
trusted Ryan without thought, and he trusted Brendon. It was a no-brainer.

“Yes,
sir.”

“Good girl.”

His strong fingers
blazed a heated trail to her saturated cunt and delved between the folds. He
pushed two inside her, thrusting deep, before slowly dragging them back out.
Jay watched, mesmerized, as he brought those glistening fingers to his mouth.
Her thighs clenched painfully, while he licked every drop of her juice from his
skin.

In the blink of an
eye, Brendon crawled on to the bed, already naked. His cock jutted from his
hips, long, thick, and weeping at the slit with pre-cum. She was more than
willing to go through with this, yet she couldn’t stop the flutter of nerves in
her stomach if she tried. He tore at the condom he carried and tossed the foil
to the ground. Two seconds later, he was sheathed and prodding her entrance
with the tip of his cock.
Rubbing it up and down her slit,
teasing her.