Tied to You (12 page)

With trembling hands, I remove the bra and put my old one back on before pulling on my jeans and buttoning up my white shirt. I look at my reflection in the mirror and my eyes seem wild. I take in the sight of the livid mark on my neck where Alex bit me and, weirdly, I don’t feel revolted. Quite the opposite, in fact. Seeing Alex’s mark on me makes me feel cherished almost, and more than a little horny. Knowing that I don’t have time for the self-analysis, I take a deep breath and pull on my coat and scarf, grateful for the camouflage that they afford.

As I pull the curtain aside and step forward, Alex is instantly by my side, his large hand folding mine. “You are not going to argue with me now, Liv, are you?” he asks. I shake my head in response, unable to formulate any words in my current state. Several bags are waiting on the countertop and Tammy lets us know that the rest will be delivered. She gives me a knowing look and I can’t help the blush that creeps up my face. I have just climaxed in a public changing room, for heaven’s sake. As Alex turns around to gather up the bags, Tammy gives me a quick wink and a smile; I know immediately that she is not judging me and I find myself relaxing slightly. Smiling back, I thank her for her help before Alex escorts me from the store.

As we step outside into the cold winter air, I ask Alex quietly if we can go home; I just want to go somewhere private to regroup. We are still trailing around my small case and are now laden with the bags, so Alex hails another taxi and it is not long before we are pulling up in front of the house. I have just stripped off my coat and am hanging it on a peg when Alex turns me gently to face him. “What’s the matter, Liv? You are really quiet.”

I shake my head. “Nothing’s the matter, Alex,” I say quietly. “I am just trying to process, that’s all.”

“Process what?” Alex asks, narrowing his eyes as if he is trying to see right into my soul.

I offer up a small smile. “Well, the fact that I just came in a public place. And…and you bit me.”

Alex’s face darkens as he pulls aside my scarf gently, scanning my neck for the marks that he has left. I can see anger rippling under the surface. “Shit, Liv, I didn’t even realise. Fuck, I am so sorry, baby.”

I put a finger up to his lips and he looks at me in surprise. “Don’t be sorry,” I say, and his eyes widen. “I liked it. I am just trying to process why I liked it. It’s not something I ever thought I would be into, but…” I trail off feeling embarrassed and turn my face to look at the floor.

“But what?” Alex says, hooking a finger under my chin and forcing my head up to meet his intense scrutiny.

“But when I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw that you had marked me…I felt…I felt cherished. I don’t understand it…it just doesn’t make sense to me. And it made me horny, which just seems weird.”

“No weirder than how horny it is making me right now, looking at my mark on you,” Alex says, fire in his eyes. “I will always cherish you, Liv. With every breath that I take.” With that, he brings his mouth down onto mine in a hunger-filled kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth with deep, deliberate strokes. Without breaking off for breath, he scoops me into his arms and carries me through to the living room, where he deposits me on the long grey sofa. Our hands are a tangle of limbs as we try to strip each other of our clothes.

When we are finally naked, Alex settles between my legs, resting on his elbows, but makes no move to enter me. I am wet and pulsing, but when I tilt my hips towards his pelvis he shakes his head. “Not yet, Liv. I want to worship this amazing body of yours.” His voice is filled with lust and heat and I find myself squirming in anticipation.

With the slowness that only a man in complete control could exhort, Alex trails his hands down my body, closely followed by his mouth. Caress. Lick. Kiss. And so it goes until he has covered every inch of my front. My fingers have wound into his hair and find myself pulling on it each time he finds a particularly sensitive spot. Eventually, he returns and captures a nipple in his mouth, whilst he rolls the other sensitive nub between his fingers. Instantly, the electricity that I felt earlier begins its path to my core, lighting up nerve endings as it surges through me. I groan under his ministrations, the ache in my pussy becoming an all-encompassing need.

“Please, Alex, I need you. In me,” I gasp.

“All in good time, baby,” he mutters, before biting down on my nipple and pinching the other. And just like that my orgasm crashes over me. Holy shit, I never knew I could come just from having my nipples played with. Before I have even begun to come down from my orgasm, Alex has buried his head between my legs and is running his tongue over my clit. The stimulation is too much and I come again hard, wave after wave annihilating me until my body is rigid and arched clean off the couch. Yet Alex never ceases his relentless attention. Instead, his arms curl up underneath me, supporting my frame and holding my bucking hips still.

I cry out Alex’s name over and over as the heat blinds me. I can feel tears running down my face and I am not sure how much more I can take. Just when I think I am actually about to break with the intensity of the fire inside me, I feel Alex shift, and then he is sliding his cock deep into my pussy. “Fuck me, Alex. Please,” I scream, needing to feel him move inside of me.

“Okay, baby,” he grunts as he starts slamming into me, his fingers expertly moving across my clit. Alex is so deep it is almost painful, but the ache soon blossoms into a tsunami of pleasure that engulfs me. I am vaguely aware of Alex coming, his hot seed spurting into me with his own release, and then I am climaxing, my overwrought body finding a final release of its own.

I come back to myself to find Alex’s head resting on my chest, his body draped over mine, panting as if we had just run the hundred meters. I move my fingers across his back in slow circles, enjoying the feel of him beneath my fingertips for a change. Slowly, he lifts his head and gives me a lazy smile. “You okay, Liv?” he asks softly.

“All good, Alex,” I whisper. In seconds, Alex is off me and I am cradled in his arms like a baby. I am so completely drained as he strokes my hair and my face, whispering how much he loves me, that I find my eyes closing as the exhaustion consumes me.

I am hot and sweaty, the beat of the music an additional heartbeat thumping through my body. I can feel Alex grinding into my arse behind me to the sexy Latin beats, his hands holding on to my hips firmly, as I lean into his body. We are in Floridita, a Latin American-inspired restaurant with live music in the heart of London's Soho, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel completely awkward in a club like this. It is so far from my usual scene—aka staying at home and reading a book—that usually the idea of getting dressed up and going clubbing like a twenty-year-old would fill me with dread. But instead tonight I feel a little like Cinderella, transported into an alternate universe.

When I woke up from my nap earlier to find myself still cradled in Alex’s arms, it felt like I had slept for hours despite it only being around thirty minutes. I felt completely renewed, so when Alex suggested going out I had agreed without hesitation. “I want to take you out dancing,” he had said, and even though it wasn’t exactly my cup of tea, I had remembered how much fun we had at the ball, so I had smiled and said okay.

It had taken me ages to figure out what to wear, not least because, in the two days that I had been gone, all my possessions had been brought down into his room and put away in his massive closet. I had been touched to find that he had even included things like the quilt my mother and I pieced together as a project while I was at school, which I found neatly folded over the end of Alex’s bed. Our bed, I need to keep reminding myself.

In the end, I had settled on a little black wrap dress in silk that I have had forever. It is sleeveless, with a sash that ties up at the waist and falls to just above my knee. I teamed it with a pair of Louboutin knockoffs that I found in Camden market—gorgeous booties with sheer lace over the top of my foot with a lovely floral detail. But the real surprise is underneath. Alex had been in the shower when I had gone through the packages we brought home earlier in the day. When I saw the set, I immediately knew why Alex had chosen them. The bra, thong and suspenders are all made of soft hand-woven elastic in a combination of thin and wide straps that criss-cross my skin in a cage-like pattern. When I had finally got everything on and fastened my stockings, I had just enough warning of the shower turning off to quickly slip on my dress and heels. The last item that had gone on was a thick metallic bronze choker collar. I had tried to hide Alex’s bite mark with makeup to no avail, and there was no way I could just leave it as it was, so I was glad to find the collar when digging through a box of old jewellery. The heat in Alex’s eyes and his straining erection when he emerged from the bathroom were all the confirmation I needed to know that I had made the right choice.

The first hour in the club we dance non-stop. I wouldn’t have a clue how to salsa, yet my body seems to tune into Alex’s and before long I find a rhythm that doesn’t make me seem like an ice-skating giraffe. Instead, in Alex’s arms I feel sultry and sexy. I feel Alex’s hand roaming all over my body and then sense him stiffen slightly. “Are you wearing what I think you might be?” he whispers into my ear, his arousal evident in the hoarseness of his voice.

“Uh-huh,” I respond, and I can feel his mighty erection digging into my hip.

“Fuck this, Liv. We are going home now!” Alex orders. I think about arguing and playing games, but I know that Alex will win one way or another and I am not ready to make an exhibition of myself in the middle of the dance floor.

“Okay.” I shrug and give him an innocent smile.

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs into my ear, as he practically drags me out onto the street and into the first available taxi.

The journey is mercifully short and it seems like only minutes before we are standing in the hallway, looking at each other. I notice Alex taking a deep breath before looking at me straight in the eye. “Do you want to play, Olivia?” Domly Alex asks, tilting his head towards the basement door.

My nipples instantly harden and my thong is wet with my arousal at his words. I am a little nervous about going back down there after last time, but I trust Alex and this is what this is all about. Submitting to him and trusting him to push my boundaries. I nod. “Say it, Olivia
,
” Alex commands.

“Yes, sir. I want to play,” I respond, slipping into the role.

“Very well. I want you to go down the stairs. Take your dress and choker off and kneel at the bottom. Keep everything else on.” His voice is warm and deep, stoking something inside of me. A little devil, I think, just waiting to hear her master’s voice.

“Yes, sir.” I slowly walk down the stairs, not wanting to trip. When I reach the bottom, I quickly untie the sash and remove the dress, folding it neatly and placing it on the stair. I sink down onto my knees, adjusting myself to keep the heels from digging into my bum. It’s only once I am in position that I look up and out into the room in front of me.

The lighting is dim, but I immediately see the changes that have occurred since the last time I was down here. The deep crimson walls are gone and instead they are dark purple fading into a dark inky blue. Tiny LED lights are dotted everywhere, giving the impression of the night sky. The raised bed in the middle is now covered in a cream faux-fur throw along with a stack of cushions in grey, purple and black, in all different textures. The ‘furniture’, as I have come to think of the equipment, is all there, bar the whipping bench, but it has been shuffled around a bit. The racks that adorned the walls are all gone and in their place are huge black-and-white canvases of a woman asleep, her hair messy and falling over her eyes, as she lies naked on the bed. The pictures are a combination of long shots and close-ups of various parts of her body—a peachy arse, the elegant arc of her neck, swollen lips. She looks sated and relaxed in the close-ups and I suddenly gasp with shock when I realise that the woman is actually me. When I look closer, I can see the faint marks on my bum and realise that Alex must have taken these at some point after our ‘vanilla’ session.

“I thought we would start over,” Alex says softly. His Dom is there in his stance, but the voice is all Alex.

“I like it, sir,” I say softly, and honestly I do. It feels different down here now, but I can’t quite figure out why…and it is not just a matter of a little redecoration. Maybe it’s because I faced my biggest fear and somehow none of that matters anymore; only two people’s pleasure of each other does.

Alex comes to stand in front of me and holds out his hand. I take it and let him guide me to the platform in the middle, where he motions me to sit. He sinks down next to me on the comfortable throw and I notice that he has removed his socks and shoes and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. The silver tie he was wearing earlier in a loose knot is now unravelled, hanging across the back of his neck and over his chest.

“Olivia, what is your safeword?” Domly Alex is back.

“Daisy,” I answer immediately.

“Good. Now I don’t care how much you want to please me in here. If you ever feel like you felt the other night, you have to use your safeword. Understand?” I look up into his eyes and see how serious he is. That night definitely broke something in him.

“Yes, sir. I promise.”

“And I promise you now that it is my responsibility in here to make sure you never feel like that ever again. I will test your limits, try out new things that maybe aren’t in your comfort zone, but I promise never to give you pain again.”

“But, sir…” I say, and I can see his eyes narrow at the interruption. “A little pain is fine. I liked the flogger and the crop. The cane not so much.”

“Okay, then we can use a traffic light system. Green if things are good, yellow if we need to slow down and back off, and red or daisy if you want to stop. You okay with that?” I nod. “I need to hear you say it, Olivia.”

“Yes, sir, I am happy with that.”

“Good girl. Now stand up and let me get a proper look at you,” Alex says, lying on his back, his hands tucked behind his head and a wolfish smile on his face. I wait in silence as I watch him surveying my body. My skin prickles in anticipation as I hear his breath growing ragged. “Olivia, please go stand in front of the cross,” Alex commands, the ‘please’ a mere formality.

I make my way across to the X-shape that dominates one corner of the room, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke the smooth wood. Instead, I wait as Alex lazily rises and then stalks across to me. Coming to a standstill in front of me, he pauses for a moment as if gathering his thoughts and then brings his lips down on mine with a growl. I expect the kiss to be fierce and intense, yet it is soft and sensual. Without thinking, I find myself winding my arms around Alex’s neck, my fingers threading through his hair and tugging the ends as I lose myself. I am only vaguely aware of being backed up until I feel the cool, silky wood behind my back. Reaching behind his head, Alex takes hold of my wrists and gently removes them. Taking each wrist in turn, he kisses the soft skin on the inside before securing it in a wide leather cuff. Once he is satisfied that my arms are comfortable and the cuffs secure, Alex kneels and turns his attention to securing my ankles.

I am completely open, spread out across the cross, and while I feel completely vulnerable, I also feel aroused to the point of pain. I desperately want to rub my thighs together to alleviate the ache that is building in my pussy, but I am denied the friction in this position. A moan erupts out of my mouth as Alex begins to trail kisses across the bare skin above the tops of my stockings. His tongue traces a path over my sensitive skin, punctuated with the odd nip with his teeth at random intervals. I am lost in the sensation when I suddenly feel a stinging sensation across my arse. I yelp and look down at Alex, who is staring at me with hooded eyes and a wicked grin. I can’t see a crop or flogger and then I realise he doesn’t need one; he simply pulled back the elastic and let it flick backwards onto my skin with a sharp smack. I can feel Alex’s cool fingers soothing the sting, and the heat starts to radiate through me.

Slowly Alex stands and takes a moment to look at me. I can see his arousal in his eyes and in the large bulge in his trousers, and I find myself grinning, glad that I am having as much of an effect on him as he is on me. “Please, sir,” I say softly, “I’d like to see you, please.”

“How can I deny such a sweet request?” Alex responds before quickly stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. Standing proudly erect in front of me Alex murmurs, “Do you like what you see, Olivia?” I nod my head, words failing me as I lick my lips. “Well, that’s enough seeing for a moment,” Alex says, and I notice the grey tie from earlier in his hands. Gently, Alex binds my eyes and I am plunged into darkness. “I’ll be back in a second,” Alex lets me know.

“Okay,” I say, my voice hoarse. I hear Alex moving about, a cupboard door being opened and closed, a clinking noise and then suddenly the room is flooded with music. There is a techno beat that seems to bounce off the walls and that seems at odds with the deep voice of the singer. It takes me only a moment to realise that I am listening to German and I quickly recognise that I am listening to Rammstein’s ‘Du Riechst So Gut’. The music seems to pulse through me and I desperately want to feel Alex’s hands on me. I hear him return and sense Alex kneeling down between my legs.

“Okay, Olivia, time to play, baby. I need you to take a deep breath and trust me, okay?”

Oh fuck, what the hell is Alex going to do to me? “I trust you, Alex,” I answer before I feel something cold slip between my wet folds. I squirm as he runs it over my clit. “Oh, you are so juicy, baby,” I hear him murmur as he swirls the object around my slick entrance. I am becoming needy and my body has started moving of its own accord. “Not here, Olivia,” Alex says as I try to push myself down onto the object in Alex’s hand. Suddenly the object is gradually pushed into the delicate rosette of my bum and I cry out at the fullness I feel. A moment later a gentle vibration starts up and slowly the pulsing sensation threatens to overwhelm me.

Suddenly Alex is standing in front of me, his hands running across my pliant body. His lips find mine in a fierce kiss that leaves me breathless. I am blind, but it feels like every other sense is on red alert. The buzz in my backside is relentless, distracting me as every now and again Alex snaps one of the elastics on my skin. Underside of my breast…snap. Stomach…snap. Nipple…snap. Each time, the stinging sensation is soothed by Alex’s mouth or cool fingers, causing the heat to radiate through my core. Without warning, I hear a snipping sound followed by a sting against my pussy lips as the elastic on my thong is cut. And then Alex’s mouth is on me, his tongue teasing my clit as he swirls it around and around.

My need is at a tipping point, and as if sensing this, Alex stands and brings his cock to my entrance. “You ready for me, Olivia? This is going to be hard and fast, baby.” I hear the feral tone in Alex’s voice and all at once I am desperate to look into his eyes.

“Please, Alex,” I plead, “Sir, please, I need to see you.”

At once, Alex rips the tie from my eyes whilst simultaneously plunging into me. I am immobile, tied to the cross, and utterly at Alex’s mercy as he grabs my arse cheeks and slams into me over and over, all the while his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel my climax building and somehow I know that this is going to be epic. Every nerve in my body seems to be electrified, but it is not until Alex brings his hand down between our bodies and starts rubbing my clit furiously that I explode. I fling my head back and scream out my orgasm as I detonate, my body going supernova under Alex’s incessant attention. A hand grips my chin and forces me face to face with Alex. “Open your eyes, Olivia,” Alex commands, and I force them open. With a loud growl, Alex comes, his hot seed spilling into me, setting off a chain of orgasms that leave me weak and breathless. The plug in my arse is still vibrating and I just can’t take anymore.