The Sanctuary (34 page)

“Come on, Eve, he’s a
man
. What man turns down no-strings-attached sex when there is no chance of getting caught? Or are you that desperate that you don’t care anymore?”

Her words were fighting words. “Just because you got burned by Greg doesn’t mean all men are like that.” I was referring to her first love, the musician she dated when we were in college.

“Don’t even go there.”

“You made me go there,” I swatted back. I glanced up. Val had stepped into the room.

Vicki’s voice boomed through the speakers. “I don’t get you. Jude offered you a stable relationship. You both live the same lifestyle, and he wants you back. The sex with Val can’t be
that
good.” The sarcasm dripped from her voice.

“Why, hello, Vicki.” Val grinned at her as he stood in front of the camera, dripping wet from the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He loved to push her buttons.

Vicki’s mouth dropped in disgust. “See, Eve, this is what I mean.”

The towel “accidentally” slipped off his waist, revealing how endowed he was. “Oops, I seemed to have dropped my towel.” He snickered and leaned into the camera. “And yes, the sex
is
that fucking good.” He winked at Vicki. “She’ll talk to you later.” He slammed my laptop closed and faced me. “Now, where were we?”

I cocked my head to the side and smiled. The sex was
that
fucking good. And I knew exactly where we’d left off.

“Is Edward gone?” he asked, grabbing and tugging on his already erect cock.

“Yes.” Although I wasn’t collared, I didn’t know if we had begun.

“We’re not going out today. I’ll make do with what I have here.” He continued to stroke his cock. “I can picture us in the papers tomorrow headed into a sex shop. It would ruin your credibility.”

“I suppose you’re right.” I sighed. His cock looked delicious dangling in front of me, and I longed to taste him.

“Take your hair down.” He pressed his lips together as he watched me untie my hair. It fell across my shoulders in soft waves. “Good. Follow me.” He turned and headed into the bedroom, and I followed. “How do you lock this?” He gestured to the door.

I punched in the combination, and the doors began to slide closed. Val walked to his luggage and retrieved my collar and a spool of rope. He turned and snickered. “I fibbed when I said I had nothing with me.” He tossed the rope onto the bed. “Come here, darling.”

I stood before him, staring him in the eyes. This would be our first session as husband and wife. Would this session be more intense, or would he be gentle?

He opened the collar and drew it around my throat, sliding it smoothly closed. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “You will be bound today, and I do hope you will comply.”

“I will. But may I ask a question?”

“When you phrase it right, you may.” His voice was firm but soft.

“May I ask a question, Sir?”

“That’s better.” He smiled, pleased at my words. “Go ahead.”

“I’m not sure this is appropriate right now, but how did you get into this?” I didn’t want to stall our session, but after this morning’s conversation, I wanted to know more about his likes and needs.

He paused, pondering my quest for knowledge. “Years ago I studied Jujutsu. Ropes were a basic restraining technique we learned, and I loved them. I explored their history and was taught the various positions.”

He placed his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them lightly. “There is an artistic value to the visual it creates, which is highly erotic.”

He sat down on the bed and patted it so I would sit next to him. “There is a psychological aspect to both the giver and the receiver. When you’re bound, you need to have complete trust in me and in yourself. If you give up control, you lose all inhibition, and it can be highly pleasurable. Allow me to pleasure you and I promise that you will experience a feeling you will always long for. I’m not here to punish you but to control your pleasure.”

“If you would have explained this sooner, I may have been more receptive to this.” His words gave me a better understanding of domination.

“Well…” He looked down at the bed and fingered the rope. “You never asked me. I suppose it was good in a way. You allowed me to do as I wished. But now that you understand it, perhaps you’ll trust me more and maybe you’ll reveal to me what I can do to please you.”

“I’ve always trusted you.”

He shook his head. “No you haven’t. You’ve used our safe word in every session we’ve had.”

I didn’t have a rebuttal for him. If I did trust him, our safe word wouldn’t need to be used. “I submit to you completely now.”

He chuckled. “You have to.” His voice lightened, teasing me. “You’re my wife, you have to obey.” We both laughed at his comment before he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He fingered the rope. “Do you know what I had to do to make this ready for you?”

I shook my head. It looked like ordinary rope.

“You can’t buy any rope and use it. I made this especially for you.” He held it out for me to hold. “Go ahead. Hold it.”

Placing it in my hands, he continued, “It begins much rougher. I singed the ends, tied a series of chain knots, and then used the sculptures at home to stretch it out. After a few days, I unraveled it and smoothed it using the canvasses like sandpaper. At that point it was fairly smooth, but I checked it again and burned off any rough edges so it wouldn’t cut you. To finish it, I rubbed it with oils to make sure you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Do you realize what a labor of love that is?”

“I had no idea it was such a process.” I ran my fingers over the hemp. It was strong and sturdy but had a certain silkiness I didn’t expect. Creating it was an art form.

“And I have to do that to every rope I will make for you. This is only one thickness. If you ever tell me it’s okay to suspend you, I will need different ropes.”

“You want to suspend me?” I didn’t understand how that would be pleasurable.

“Why not? I could suspend you into different positions and sculpt you. Make it a series for a show.” He smiled. It was obvious this was something he’d already thought about.

“Let me get used to this first.” I continued fingering the rope.

“If you ever feel any numbness, tingling, sharp pins and needles, or any pain, you need to tell me immediately. I doubt you will, but if you do, I need to know. It’s imperative so I can untie you quickly. Do you understand?” He placed his fingers on my chin, drawing my eyes to him.

I nodded that I understood.

“Good. Do you have any other questions?”

“How are we to be equals when we don’t have a room to play here?”

“When your collar is off, we are equals.” He ran his finger over my collar. “And I think this may be a long session. I am going to keep this on you even after I am finished.” He hooked his finger through the loop on the front of my collar, pulling me to my feet. “Stand up.”

I stood as he asked, but for some reason, fear flooded my body. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was going to bind me for the first time or because I wouldn’t be able to get out of anything he requested me to do. My hesitation must have shown.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at me, concerned.

I shook my head and gazed down. I knew I had to learn to let go. But relinquishing complete control, especially in my own home, was a hard pill to swallow.

He shifted his head downward and to the side, forcing me to make eye contact with him. “Hey,” he said softly, touching my cheek.

But I didn’t respond. I didn’t know what to say.

He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, and glanced around the room. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll allow you to speak freely. You do not need to ask for permission today.”

I nodded that I understood but didn’t respond.

“Now that’s going to get you into loads of trouble. Answer me when I speak to you.”

“Yes, Sir.” I continued to look downward. He drew his hands around my lower back and placed the rope firmly on it.

“I want you to observe me while I am doing this. Perhaps you’ll be less fearful of it in the future.”

He wrapped the rope several times around my waist, but I continued to look away. I didn’t want to see what he was doing to my body.

“Eve! When I tell you to do something, you must do it. Now look at me,” he commanded, snapping me to attention.

His eyes were full of burning intent. It was hard for me to answer him in this manner. When I looked away, I could pretend it wasn’t him. He wanted me to face the reality of his dominance head on. I cast my eyes downward again. I couldn’t look at him.

He grabbed me and tossed my ass up on the bed. His hand landed squarely, without pausing, on my bare skin. “Haven’t we gone over this before? You need to obey me to be safe.” His hand scorched my flesh again, this time on my other cheek. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”

He flipped me over. “Why do you continually disobey? You wouldn’t have these problems if you obeyed me. Look at me, Eve,
now
.”

I forced myself to look into his eyes, which were filled with exasperation. They scanned me, analyzing me. I didn’t know what to do.

He tilted his head. “You like this, don’t you? This is your get off, isn’t it? You
want me
to punish you.” He stated it as if he could read my mind.

“No, no, it’s not.”

He grabbed my face, forcing my eyes to his. “Who am I, Eve?” he roared.

I swallowed hard. I had no choice but to say what he wanted to hear. His hand held my face tight, keeping my gaze on him. “My Master,” I said quietly.

“Louder.”

“My Master.” I spoke up so he could hear.

“It’s harder for you to say it directly to me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I am beginning to think you enjoy the punishment I inflict on you.”

“No, Sir, I do not.” I gulped on my words.

“Then tell me, did you forget the rules?” He grabbed my collar and tugged on it. “Perhaps you need a more rigorous training schedule?”

“No, Sir, I remember the rules.”

“Then I can only deduce you enjoy punishment.”

“I swear I do not, Sir.”

He pulled me by the collar. “Get up. I do not have time for your games. I will get to the bottom of this nonsense with you later.”

I wasn’t sure of what would lie ahead. I didn’t want to be punished, but I also didn’t understand why I didn’t obey as I should.

He stood before me, undoing the ropes that had loosened during his inquisition. “Now, watch me, ask questions if you have them, and address me properly.” He stared into my eyes.

“Yes, Sir.” It was unnerving to say those words to him. I wondered how saying it would affect me when I wasn’t under his direct control.

His hands swiftly wound the rope around my waist, securing it tightly without any knots. The rope cascaded down. He grasped and tugged on it, making sure it was properly placed. His hands slipped between my legs and spread my lips apart, weaving the rope down the center of my slit and up my ass before looping it and wrapping around to the front.

His demeanor changed as he became more engrossed in the procedure. His face softened as he remained intent on his task. I could see he was quite adept at this as his fingers quickly worked a small knot directly in front and in back of my clit before securing it to its final position.

He rose. “Kneel down.” His voice was firm but calm.

I did as he bade, kneeling into position. However, I made the grave mistake of leaning backward. The rope pulled, and the knots pressed firmly on my clit, causing a burning pressure. I immediately corrected my posture and looked at him for instruction.

“Good. Your reaction tells me the knots are in the right position. How do you feel?” His hand made its way to his cock, stroking it as he admired his work.

“It is uncomfortable when I lean back, Sir.”

“That’s what it is supposed to do. This will train you to stay in the proper position when you kneel before me.” His cock was erect and waiting for pleasure. He grabbed me by the hair and drew my face to his groin. “Open your mouth.”

He wanted me to suck him off. This I could gladly handle. I opened my mouth and reached for his cock.

“Did I say you could use your hands?” he barked.

My hands immediately shot to my sides.

“Open your mouth and take as much of me as you can.” His fingers grasped my hair as he pushed my head against the resistance of my throat. “Look up at me, Eve.”

My eyes locked with his; he loved the sexual power he possessed over me.

“Keep looking at me.”

He forced his cock past my gag reflex into my throat. My hands rushed to his thighs, pushing against the pressure, but it was impossible. He was too strong. I choked and felt like I would vomit. He removed his cock quickly, allowing me to catch my breath. Thick saliva flooded my mouth. I leaned away but was quickly reminded of the ecstatic agony between my legs.

He grabbed the rope that dangled before me. “Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded.

I drew my hands back reluctantly, knowing this was just the beginning of his blowjob and it was something I could not control. He smoothly tied my hands together, securing them to my waist.

He grabbed my hair again. “Open your mouth.”

I opened it slightly, afraid of choking again.

“Wider, Eve.” He thrust his cock into my mouth, fucking it as if it was my pussy. With random thrusts, he would force it deep into my throat, causing me to gag before releasing me while making me watch him enjoy his power.

After several long minutes, he pulled me to my feet by my makeshift cuffs. “Turn around.” I did as I was told. He slid the ropes off of my body seamlessly. “Sit on the bed, high enough so when you lie down your head will rest on the pillow.”

I crawled to the bed and sat down. He moved my arms to my sides and brought my hands to the opposite elbows so my hands cupped them. He wove the rope around my waist, up my back, and over my shoulders.

“This is a chest harness. I am going to tie your hands to your arms then your wrists to your chest. You will not be able to move any part of your upper body.” His hands flew around me masterfully, securing me tightly within seconds.