Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Tsking, I pull away. “Be my good girl.”
Nodding eagerly, she moans that she will as I gently place her back down where I want her, my hand splaying against her shoulder blade, keeping her there so I can continue.
The tape groans as I pull more of it, and every time I do, her body shudders with her instinct to move.
She hasn’t set any boundaries when it comes to being bound, but sometimes subs don’t know what those are until you’re in the moment. Ella’s lips part, her body coming alive with more tension, but she doesn’t protest. Doesn’t use her safe word.
Ella’s breathing is heavier and her entire chest is flushed by the time I run my fingertips down her inner thighs after binding her thighs to her calves. The small moans she gives me are fucking everything. She can’t close her legs to me, but she tries. On instinct. I know she doesn’t want to; controlling a natural reaction is difficult and something tells me Ella doesn’t have a damn bit of experience when it comes to that. As I move off the bed to observe her, I give the command, “Don’t move,” and the words are nearly caught in the back of my throat when I see how fucking wet she is for me. Her seam glistens with arousal.
It takes her a moment to relax into her bindings. As the sheets rustle beneath her, all I do is wait. It’s obvious that she’s trying so hard to stay still, but not hard enough. She’ll learn the way to stay completely still is to submit to it the way she should be submitting to me, with everything she has. Ella’s not there yet. I haven’t had enough time with her. But I will. My blood heats at the thought of spending hours on this. Days and days of praising her while she gets off on obeying.
Speaking of obedience—
With a hand on each of her thighs, I flip her over. Without any warning, she yelps, the sound high and feminine and all Ella. A rough chuckle leaves me as she lies on the bed naked, legs spread and completely bared to me. Even as she catches her breath I know she can hear my pleasure in the low groan from the sight of her. Hearing and touch are her most prominent senses right now, which means everything I do in those realms carries more weight.
“You’re at my mercy now, jailbird,” I whisper and then easily flip her again so her arms aren’t behind her, uncomfortably supporting her weight. “Do you remember your safe word?” The question is as much of a reminder for her as it is a way for me to ensure she’s still in the right frame of mind. Deprivation can play tricks on even the most mentally sound. For a grieving widow … well, I haven’t forgotten her struggles.
“Yes,” Ella whispers back.
“Good girl.”
The first vibrator is ready for me. Ella turns her head so her other cheek is against the comforter, her shoulders rising and falling with every breath she takes. I flip the switch and the vibrations fill the air. I let it go on long enough that it takes over. What else can she hear, other than this? Nothing. I make sure the sound of the vibrator is everything. She waits, patient and submissive. Not that she has any other choice. Ella’s helplessly bound, her hands behind her back, her legs spread open for me, and—
When I’m done with her, I’ll climb onto the bed behind her and drive myself into her slick wetness until we’re both spent. The desire to do that right fucking now is overwhelming. I need her as much as she needs me. Four-count breaths. In and out, focusing on control. On conditioning her to listen and trust, to obey above everything else. Even when the tempting release of pleasure is so very close.
“You will obey me, my little jailbird. I have a set of rules and there will be consequences if you don’t abide by them. You need to do as you’re told. Do you understand?”
Ella nods behind her blindfold. Her hands open and close again.
Just as my hand raises to swat her ass for not verbalizing her answer, she murmurs, “Yes, I will obey.”
With my pulse rising, the adrenaline fueling each of my thoughts, I ask, “Was it like that between you and James?”
Tension runs through her like an electric shock. Ella goes completely still, her breath stopped and her thighs rigid and unmoving. I keep my eyes on her body, every curve down to the detail of how tight the cords in her neck are. Checking every muscle. Monitoring what I can see of her expression.
Did I push her past some hidden boundary? The mention of his name. It’s hell to wait without touching her, but I do it. This is something that can’t be rushed. I’m going to do what any good Dom would do, and what I know to be right.