Chapter 1
Her eyes fluttered open in an unfamiliar room. The smile on her face arrived a second later as the memories of last night came into focus.
She had surrendered fully, unlocking her body and her mind for him to explore to his liking. She dismantled her wall brick by brick with each kiss, each caress, each knot tied, each movement restrained. He had asked what she wanted. She had answered with the stillness of giving herself over to him in full trust. He had caught her mid-fall and guided her to rolling waves of release over and over, asking her to cum for him until her body shook and her throat burned from the screams and her muscles ached in the most beautiful way. She had stared deep into his blue eyes in her final pleasure and let him see her soul and his own reflection. With her beating heart served up on a silver platter, torn wide open in unhindered abandon, she curled into him with trust and drifted off.
But she was awake now. She moved her hands across her body slowly. She noticed the low dull soreness of her neck where his hand had wrapped it at the precise moment she needed him to. A small sting on her shoulder betrayed a bite mark blooming into a bruise. She knew she would find more of those. Likely everywhere. Her bicep. Her breast. Her nipple. The soft rounded spot by her belly button. Both hips. Both thighs. Her right ass cheek, but only the right one. The left still feeling the sting of his hand print painted red.
The ropes had held well but didn’t leave any trails, except for some slight indents on her wrists and ankles. She rubbed her wrist and smirked, remembering her hands being secured with precision behind her back and later used to leverage. The beautiful pattern of knots against her belly and chest, each tied deliberately to frame her breasts, her ribs, her waist, had pressed into her body with sensual intensity driven by his body on top of hers. But, he had cared, of course he had cared, to make sure the fabric of the rope would not burn her skin. All she felt now was the phantom pressure of the ties and the ache in her muscles from pushing against their resistance.
She lay there for a while, lost in the bliss, until the sound of him moving around in another room drifted to her ears.
Rising slowly and pulling on the shirt he had thrown on the floor by the bed, she padded down the unknown hallway smiling at the awareness that she was, in fact, walking funny. Job well done.
She found him in the kitchen making coffee. Pulling her body behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against his back. His body rose and fell in a deep breath, acknowledging her presence.
She pressed into the middle of his back realizing that her ear rested at his heart and just listened for a few beats. Raising on her toes, she kissed his shoulder and then nipped at it. She dragged her lips across his shoulder blades and nipped on the other side. Letting her lips curve around to his ribs, she bit harder and smiled as his breath caught and his hand instinctively reached back to swat her ass. Her eyes pinched as he landed on that same sore left cheek.
Slowly, she reached around past his hip and found his cock, slowly starting to respond to her touch. A slow moan escaped him as his freshly made cup of coffee tapped down on the counter. He couldn’t help but giggle as another little hand emerged from behind his other flank and stole the cup off the counter. His head shook as he heard her take a slow slip, her right hand never leaving his hardening cock. She gave him an extra firm squeeze as the coffee mug returned to the counter.
“Was that your way of saying thanks for the coffee?” His morning voice was deep and sultry. His breath and growing erection betrayed his state of mind.
“Mmmhmmm,” she purred into his skin.
“What are you starting right now? Didn’t you get enough last night?” He didn’t want her to stop but couldn’t resist the tease.
“Oh sweetheart, you did so well. I am a very very happy subby brat this morning.” Her hand continued to work him, her breathing showing the impact that having him respond to her touch offered. “But, I have a bit of a problem.”
“What’s the problem, babygirl?”
“I want to make you cum so hard and so often and turn into the puddle you made me into last night.”
“You do, do you?”
“I do. I really really do. I want to own that cock for the rest of this morning.”
He glanced over his shoulder and down at her glowing brown eyes looking up at him. Pure mischief. “You, my dear, are a menace.”
“Permission to switch?” Her eyes showed the request, her mouth showed that there was only one right answer.
He paused for the dramatic effect pretending he had to think about it. “Permission granted.”
“Challenge accepted.”
