Working Out the Kinks (Chain) (6 page)

He knew every spot to play with, every spot that needed his tongue and every spot that needed his teeth. Instinct had me straining with my arms and legs against the ropes as I tried to reach out and grasp his head when he touched at the places I wanted him to stay at. But the ties held me still.

In minutes I was grinding my hips in a rolling motion against him, hoping it would help bring me over the edge. But once I established a blissful rhythm, Eric stopped all his movements and stood between my parted legs.

I couldn’t push my thighs any farther apart, as much as I suddenly wanted to. He began to palm himself slowly, his gaze staying on me the entire time.

“We’ll prepare a contract for you the next time you come over,” Eric explained as he stroked himself. “From now on, you will do everything I tell you. You’re mine, all of you. Your mind, your body, your orgasms. They all belong to me, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered without hesitation. I would have said anything at that moment to speed up the process of getting him inside of me.

“I’m your Master now, and you will address me as such.”

“Yes, Master.”

Eric leaned forward and draped himself over me. I could feel his hardness, straining tight against his pants. He pulled my head up with one hand behind my neck and our lips met with fiery need. I kissed him back with everything I had, our tongues battling against one another. Even his mouth was just as dominating as he was.

He pulled away and I hated him for it.

“Do you want to come, Alexandra?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, Master, I do.”

He smirked. “Good. I’m glad you do.”

Eric sat up and began to untie the ropes around my wrists.

“You are not to get yourself off in any way until I tell you that you can. If I find out you’ve been playing with my pussy, then that spanking I just gave you will look like a cakewalk in comparison to what I will do.”

He released the binds and pulled me to sit up before gently massaging my tender skin where the ropes had held firm around my wrists. After, he repeated the same attention to my ankles and calves.

“You know the way out,” he said. With caution, I hobbled back to my feet and straightened my dress back over my legs. Eric watched me the entire time, resting back against the palms of his hands. I turned to look over my shoulder at him one last time before leaving the room. He gave no indication he would have anything else to say to me, and so I gathered up my purse I had dropped at the front door and walked back to my car. The drive home left me with thousands of thoughts, and an unfinished feeling gathering between my legs.

I wasn’t allowed to come.

I snorted at the idea and shook my head. Just how exactly was he going to find out if I came or not?

After parking my car in the front of my apartment, I slammed the door shut and stormed up the driveway. The porch light had burned out days ago, and it took me a moment to get the key into the lock correctly.

I kicked my shoes off and tossed my purse onto the couch, peeling off my dress. When I turned on my bedroom lamp, I noticed my wrists had red lines pressed into each of them. There were matching marks against my knees and ankles as well, but they didn’t hurt. I closed my eyes and thought back to Eric rubbing my numbed limbs and slowly sunk down onto my bed.

The desperation was there, to touch myself.

He’s not going to know. Just do it.

I placed my hand at the apex of my thighs and rolled my fingers. Pleasure built instantly, sparked by the memory of what Eric’s tongue had felt like moving in circles, up and down my slit. I sucked in my lower lip and rubbed faster.

“You are not to get yourself off in any way until I tell you that you can.”

“Not now, please,” I whispered out loud to no one. I didn’t want to remind myself that I was going to get into trouble if I continued.

But it was no use. His face, that beautiful, wicked face, was there in my mind, my biggest reminder.

“Fuck,” I yelled and flung my hands down with a huff. He just
had
to tell me I couldn’t get myself off. And now that was all I could think of, and all I wanted to do.

But he’d know. And I’d be punished.

He’d know I touched myself while imagining all the things he could do, not only with his tongue, but with other parts of his body as well.

I rolled over onto my side and dug in between the covers, stuffing them over my shoulder and keeping my hands out of the sheets, just in case I tried anything else later in the evening.

As I lay there, it dawned on me what I was doing. My eyes eventually grew heavy, and reams started to pass by. And I spent my first night falling asleep and submitting to the powerful Eric Pierce, my new Master.

Eric was patiently waiting for me when I stepped up to his front door that next evening. He had on black slacks, yet again, but was wearing a snug shirt to accentuate his broad chest. I imagined anything he had stuffed in his closet complimented his smooth blond hair and deep blue eyes perfectly. This man knew he looked good. I had chosen just a simple strapless, knee-length dress. Its deep, rich blue color brought out the brown highlights of my hair, which I had pulled back into a high ponytail. The wind picked up just enough to cause the skirt I wore to flutter. Quickly I shoved my hands down next to my sides to prevent it from giving the neighbors too much of a peep show.

“Tsk, tsk,” he clucked with his tongue when I brushed past him. “I would’ve liked that little show.”

Eric had sent me a text earlier that morning, letting me know the time he would be expecting me to arrive. I was ecstatic, to say the least, only because I had hope he would allow me an orgasm for obeying him the night before.

“Did you behave, little girl?” he asked and we both knew what he meant.

Of course I behaved. I had spent the entire night thrashing around, trying my best to not imagine having sex with him. When I had woken that morning, I found myself on my stomach, my hips grinding into the mattress.

“I did, Sir,” I answered him happily. Eric closed the door behind me and in less than a second was gripping the back of my neck.

“I want you to take your shoes and dress off and then place yourself into position in front of my chair.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He released my throat and I immediately stripped off my sandals and then tossed my dress over my head. The embarrassment of being naked in front of him had disappeared long before I had walked up the steps to his house. As I sank to my hands and knees, Eric walked into the room and took his seat at his throne in front me. I sat there, feeling I looked more like a relaxed cat this way.

“I’ve got something for you,” he said as he reached over to the table next to him. Eric presented me with a long, drawn-out contract. I took it from his outstretched fingers and began to read.

“We’ll cover basic training, your submission and the time it will take for you to complete everything. I imagine you’ve already found a Master?”

I panicked because I hadn’t thought this far ahead. In fact, I hadn’t even imagined any of this would be happening as it was.

“Um, y-yes, Sir,” I stumbled. Instantly I regretted my words. I screamed at myself internally. I should have just stopped things and admitted to my deceit. I just wanted to make sure that Whitney was okay. I didn’t imagine it would lead me to signing myself to such a permanent lie.

Eric produced a pen from his shirt and took my contract to sign it. He returned it back to me, his illegible signature on the line above where I would sign my name. He turned the pen toward me and waited for me to take it from him. My fingers shook as I removed it from his grasp. I crawled to the table and studied a few of the bullet points as best as I could, but the words were fading into one long sentence. I scribbled my signature and sealed my fate.

I straightened myself back into my position and waited. Eric seemed to take no notice of my panic, nor did he acknowledge the contract anymore. It was a done deal, and I was his.

“You’ll take a copy with you when you leave tomorrow,” he explained.

“Tomorrow?” I squeaked. Eric’s eyes narrowed, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Tomorrow, Sir?”

“Yes, tomorrow, Alexandra. Did you have somewhere else to be tonight?”

I shook my head.

Eric smiled, folding his hands into his lap, “Good, because I plan on breaking you in.”

The lump was back in my throat.

“I’m curious to think of what Whitney would think if she saw you like this?” He leaned over to rest his head on his knuckles while his other fingers played with the fabric of his pants. “Obviously, she’ll find out about what you’re doing. I’m still deciding how she’ll learn. Perhaps I’ll have her walk in on me fucking you? Or even better, I’ll ask her over, and she’ll find you in her favorite swing.”

“May I tell her?” I offered.

Eric laughed at my suggestion. “And have you spoil all the fun? I don’t think so.”

I pursed my lips together and looked down at my hands.

“Well then, would you like to get over your fear of being tied up?”

Though his question made me nervous, there was a chance it would lead to me being allowed an orgasm.

“Yes, Sir, I would,” I said, my voice shaking on each word.

Eric patted his lap. “Climb up.”

I stood and straddled his waist, feeling every inch of him underneath me. He slid his hands up my sides and brought them to cup my breasts. Kneading my skin, he flicked his thumbs against my nipples. The feeling of him was wonderful, but I bit my lower lip and tried holding back my reaction.

“You may relax, Alexandra. This isn’t a test,” he assured me. “I don’t want to feel like I am trying to seduce a corpse here.”

I gave a light laugh and tilted my head to watch his sensual massage. His hands fully engulfed my petite breasts, rolling them up and down and plumping the mounds between his fingers.

“I love the sounds you make,” he whispered. “Just a simple touch and it causes a reaction.”

He replaced his hands with his mouth and captured one of my aching buds between his teeth. I cried out and grasped his head, lacing my fingers through his dusky blond hair. When his tongue dragged across, I felt it down in the pit of my stomach. Eric used his other hand to snake down my backside. He dipped one finger into my wet center. I pushed against him when it pumped in and out, and then moaned louder when he added a second digit.

There was no other way to describe the sensation of his hands working my body except that they felt like true heaven. He was molding me to his form, creating something new from what I was. I was so wrapped up in the moment that it barely registered in my mind he had lifted off the chair and was carrying me from the room. The cool press of wood touched my backside, causing me to jump. Eric broke away from my hold and pushed apart my legs, which were dangling off the table’s edge.

“Lie down and place your hands up above your head,” he ordered.

I did his bidding, knowing what it would mean. Eric took a moment to stare at me, lying there with my limbs extended. He turned on his heel and left the room to give me a few moments to my thoughts. I looked over at the piano and studied the beautiful baby grand. Shiny black in color, it appeared to be in top condition. I wondered if Eric played it, or if he just kept it around for aesthetic purposes. But what was odd about it were the two twin O-rings mounted into the sides, dangling down.