Restrained Box Set: Boston Doms Books 1-4, page 7
“You know what it is. Say it.” Alexander stepped close enough for his heat to seep into her.
She swallowed hard over the lump in her throat. “You can touch me with your...flogger.” The last word was barely a whisper.
He smiled. The suede feathered gently over her cheek. The tassels followed the curve of her neck, across her throat, and back up towards her ear. She shivered, and the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs throbbed uncomfortably.
“Very good, Elizabeth. Would you trust me with more of you?”
“Explain,” she managed.
“I would like to show you what it is to submit to me. If you trust me, I would like to use this on you. You would remain fully clothed, as would I.
There would be no marks. You would not be harmed in any way. Will you allow it?”
Elizabeth chewed on the inside of her cheek again. The spot was raw, and the hint of pain wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Alexander cupped her cheek and smoothed his thumb over her lips. She sucked in a breath and closed the small distance between them. Her nipples ached for his touch. If she didn’t kiss him again in the next few moments, she wasn’t sure she could survive.
Her tongue darted out, and she nipped his thumb.
“Not yet, chérie,” he chided. “You must decide. Right now. Will you submit to me? Or do we end the evening?”
“I want you. It has to be...your way?” She reached for the buttons of his shirt and had loosened two of them before he captured one of her wrists and pinned her arm behind her back. His grip was firm, but not painful. Every tiny hair on the nape of her neck stood on end, and she feared the thin scrap of lace between her thighs wouldn’t contain her desire much longer.
“Yes.”
“We can’t just have sex.” She ground her hips against him.
Alexander stifled a groan. “Not in the traditional manner, no. Not tonight.
Although I believe you would derive pleasure from our play, as would I.”
She wasn’t sure her legs could sustain her weight. She needed him to kiss her again. The bulge of his cock pressed against her. “Trust me, Elizabeth.
Let me show you what pleasure is.”
“God. Yes. Please. I can’t stay in this room with you another minute otherwise.”
Alexander’s eyes lit up. He tossed the flogger onto the bed and released her. The loss of his controlling touch left her unsteady.
“You remember your safeword?”
“Red.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
A lexander led her up onto the platform. “Stand against the poster.”
Trying not to squirm, Elizabeth tracked Alexander’s every movement as he returned to his cabinet.
“It is extremely important for you to listen to me carefully, Elizabeth.
You must do exactly as I say. If you cannot obey a command, either tell me immediately or use your safeword. Otherwise, you could end up hurt. Do you understand?”
She nodded, but a raised brow reminded her of his instructions. “Yes.”
“Very good.” He held up a black silk blindfold. “May I?”
“Um. Yes.”
As the light in the room faded into nothingness, Elizabeth’s heartbeat skyrocketed. “Oh God.”
“Shhh. I’m right here.” As he smoothed his hands down her arms, she relaxed somewhat, but once his teeth nipped her lower lip, she shivered with need. “You are doing well, Elizabeth. Is the blindfold comfortable?”
“I...yes.”
Curling his fingers around her wrists, he pinned them behind her back.
“Grasp the poster. Now, you must not move. Do you think you can keep your hands here or would you like me to bind you?”
Elizabeth sputtered, “N-no, don’t, I don’t want...I can keep still.”
Alexander cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly. “Take a deep breath, Elizabeth. Remember. One word and all of this stops. One single word. Say it for me now. Tell me you understand.”
I’m really doing this.
“Red. I understand. I’m okay. I think.”
He chuckled. “You are doing very well, chérie. But now we begin.
Everything that happens from now until we end our play, I control. You may, however, ask me for anything you want. I may or may not grant your request.
Do you understand?”
“But, m-my s-safeword?”
“Will always stop everything. I speak only of any specific desires you have as we proceed. Relax, Elizabeth. Let yourself experience the sensations of my flogger against your skin.” Alexander trailed the suede from her neck, down her shoulder, all the way down to her breast. The faint touch of the tassels over her dress sent a shudder of pleasure through her.
Would it hurt if he snapped the flogger against her skin? She imagined the falls tumbling over her nipple and her clit throbbed.
A flood of dampness between her thighs had her shifting her feet. “Do not move, Elizabeth,” Alexander said, his tone commanding, but not harsh. “Two strikes. Very gentle. Relax your breathing for me.”
Elizabeth took a deep breath. His free hand rubbed her right thigh, below the hem of her dress. Up and down, warming, relaxing. Down again, over her knee, cupping the curve of her calf.
“One,” he said sharply.
The suede bit her thigh. She yelped and jerked her hips, but she kept her hands clasped around the poster.
“All right, Elizabeth?”
“I-yes.” In truth, she wasn’t sure. The ache between her legs had taken on a more demanding beat and her thigh stung with a delicious warmth she couldn’t call pain.
“Two.” The second strike landed on her left thigh, a twin to the first.
Another jerk and the ache intensified. She couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped her lips. Alexander slid his hand from her hip, over her belly, up to cup her breast. With the faintest of touches, he skimmed her nipple.
“You were wonderful, Elizabeth. Will you indulge me for more?” He punctuated his question with his lips to her ear.
She couldn’t think. Hell, she could barely breathe as he kissed his way down her neck. “Answer me, Elizabeth. Four more strikes or red?”
“C-can I have a m-minute?” she asked. She didn’t think her legs would hold her much longer, but heaven help her, she didn’t want this to end.
“Yes, of course.”
Elizabeth reached up to remove the blindfold, but Alexander grabbed her hand and returned it firmly to the poster. “No moving, Elizabeth. I was very clear about this. You may have your minute, but you will remain still.”
“Alexander.”
“When we are playing, I will be obeyed. Always. Or there will be consequences.”
“I don’t like this,” she said, shaking her head. But her insides clenched and heat gathered in the lace she wore under her dress. Blind, she tried to track to his voice.
“Then use your safeword. I will not think less of you, chérie. This life is not for everyone. Have you made your choice?”
God help me.
“Four more,” she whispered.
“Very good, Elizabeth. These next four will be in more intimate areas.
Over your clothes. No marks. But they may be shocking. Breathe deeply. Do not tense and do not move. Two and two.”
The first strike landed across her left breast. Elizabeth yelped and threw her hands up as the second strike landed across her bare forearm covering her right breast. That one hurt, so much more than any of the others.
“Elizabeth, you said you could keep still,” Alexander growled as he dropped the flogger, captured her wrists, and held them tightly.
“It hurt,” she whimpered. A few tears escaped her blindfold.
Long strokes of his hand against her throbbing arm soothed. “It hurt because you moved. I swung with the amount of pressure you could take through fabric. If you move again, you’ll get hurt again. And as you still have two more strikes, I suggest you ask me to bind you or use your safeword.”
His words were harsh, but he blew gently on the burning skin, then kissed up to her elbow, and the pain faded to a distant memory.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“That’s not enough, Elizabeth. I offered to bind you, and you refused. So now you must ask me.”
For several tense breaths, neither of them spoke. Alexander returned her hand to the poster. Her skin cooled as his body heat faded away.
“Alexander?”
She couldn’t see and didn’t want to disobey him by moving. A bead of her essence threatened to escape the lace of her panties.
His voice shocked her, so close he couldn’t have been more than two
steps away. “I’m right here, Elizabeth. During our play, I’ll never be more than an arm’s length from you.” A reassuring hand splayed over her hip.
“Please, um, tie me up.”
“Are you certain you wish to be bound?” Something soft tickled the backs of her hands and up her arms.
“Yes. I want...I need this. Please, Alexander.”
His mouth was on hers then, his lips, teeth, and tongue assaulting her with sensations she’d never associated with sex before.
So intense was his kiss that she barely noticed the silk ropes winding around her wrists until he tightened the knot. Panic threatened, and she tested the bindings. No pain, but she couldn’t move her wrists at all.
“You are truly a vision, Elizabeth. Now relax. Deep breaths. You will always be safe with me.”
A thrill jolted through her, along with a desperate need. She wanted Alexander’s hands on her, pinching her aching nipples. His cock filling her.
She’d never felt as empty as she did at that moment.
“How are you, Elizabeth? Calm?”
God he smelled good.
Her breath quickened. “No. I need you to touch me.”
“Oh, I plan on it.” The quick pinch of her nipple had her crying out and jerking her hips, but she couldn’t get close enough to press her body to his.
“Please do that again.”
“Not yet. My rules. Remember?”
“Y-yes.”
Alexander purred appreciatively. “Good. Now, because you disobeyed me, I am going to add an extra three strikes. Five total. This is the lightest punishment you will ever receive for failing to obey me. Do you understand?” He kissed her neck, up to her ear, and a few strands of her hair tickled her cheek.
“Five? I can’t.”
“Yes. You can. Punishment should not be easy. But perhaps a little indulgence for your first time is called for.” Alexander cupped her breast again. A burning lance of pleasure shot to her pussy as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Tell me you understand.”
“I under—God. Do that again.”
“Another request?” He nibbled her earlobe, then tugged gently. Her entire lower body throbbed. Need coated her thighs.
“Please!”
“What do you deserve, Elizabeth?”
Tears escaped under her blindfold. “I don’t understand.”
“You disobeyed. What does that mean?” Alexander wiped the tears away.
“Five strikes,” she gasped as he pinched the other nipple.
“You are learning well, Elizabeth. There is one additional rule that you will obey at all times. For as long as we play together—days, months, or even years—unless I say otherwise, you will not come without my permission. Do you understand?”
How many times can he ask that question?
“Uhh…” The way she felt, she wasn’t certain she could hold back an orgasm if he touched anywhere near her clit. With only his lips on her neck and his fingers toying with her nipples, Elizabeth’s body was on fire. How much longer could she hold on?
“Focus. Listen to my voice do what I say. Raise your head. Spread your legs wider. Do it now.”
Oh my God. Her legs inched apart, and her head snapped up. She couldn’t do this. It was too much.
“Five strikes now, Elizabeth. Count them for me.”
The first hit her left breast, right across the nipple. The pain bloomed out over her flesh, pulling a taut thread up from her center. A trail of moisture tickled down her inner thigh. “One,” she gasped. Another hit across her right nipple had her moaning in pleasure. “Two.” The walls of her sheath trembled.
Thwap. A strike landed across her mound. This time she wailed.
“Alexander,” she cried. “Please.”
“Please what, Elizabeth? You aren’t counting,” he said.
“Three. God. I can’t.”
“You can. Two more. Spread your legs. Wider.”
Though her knees threatened to buckle, Elizabeth tried to obey. But when Alexander trailed the flogger between her breasts, she whimpered.
“Apart, chérie.”
She inched her thighs away from each other. A swift strike landed just below the last, and she lost her mind with the sensation. “Four, ah!”
Suede bit into the lace that covered her sex, and her entire body bucked.
“Please,” she cried out. “Please, I need to come.”
The flogger landed with a thump on the bed. Alexander grabbed her hips and held them steady. “Say that again for me, Elizabeth.”
“I need to come.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, please,” she gasped. His cheek pressed against her belly. He slid his hands behind her, down her thighs, and under her dress. His strong fingers dug into the globes of her ass, massaging the firm flesh.
“You smell delicious. I wonder how you taste?” He lifted her dress, twisting the loose fabric behind her and tucking it in her fingers. “Hold onto this for me. I promised not to remove your clothing. I said nothing about moving it around a bit.”
Elizabeth heard the chuckle in his voice. His jeans rustled. His teeth nipped along her inner thigh, his breath ragged and hot. He nudged her legs further apart with his strong hands. Bites and licks moved higher until he very nearly had his nose pressed to the damp lace of her panties. Elizabeth couldn’t catch her breath. Every touch sent her closer to the edge.
Alexander slipped a single finger under the lace edge on her thigh, and she feared she’d come apart right there. “My God, Elizabeth, you are bare.”
He pressed his lips to her mound, inhaling deeply. “Are you terribly attached to these?” he asked roughly, tugging on the lace.
“No.”
The rip barely registered, but his lips on her bare flesh tore a moan from her throat. Incoherent sobs escaped as his tongue darted over her skin, slipped between her feminine folds, and brushed delicately against her clit.
“Mine,” he said. “This beautiful pussy is all mine.”
His fingers explored, parting her dewy lips, and danced over her clit and the soft, wet heat.
“I can’t,” she gasped. “I need to come, please.” She writhed against him, panting, desperate.
“Not. Without. Permission,” Alexander growled and closed his teeth over her clit. She screamed and bucked her hips against his face. The insatiable need to come faded enough for her to draw in a breath, but built right back up again when he nibbled her inner thigh. “You taste like summer,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Like rain and roses and almonds.”
Alexander’s fingers danced against her channel again, pulling, stroking, maddening.
“Have to,” she managed. “Can’t hold on.”
One finger dipped inside her. Then two. Two more pinched her clit, rolling the nub of tortured flesh around in a circle.
“Alexander, please.” She’d do anything he asked if only he’d stop this delicious torture.
“I have ravaged you enough for your first time? I want to see you when you come, Elizabeth. I want you to scream my name. Come now.”
Three fingers inside her twisted and pressed against her G-spot. His teeth scraped against her clit, dragging her over the edge in a storm of sensation.
Elizabeth came undone. A ragged, primal scream escaped her throat.
“Alexander!”
He lapped at the juncture of her thighs as a fresh set of tears escaped her blindfold. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t do anything but feel.
CHAPTER NINE
H is sweet sub made tiny, desperate noises as she came down from her orgasm. Tremors wracked her body, and Alexander wrapped his arms around her.
“Shhh. Very good, Elizabeth. You honor me.” Feathering a kiss against her cheek, he savored the scent of aroused woman hovering in the air.
Her head dropped onto his shoulder as she whispered, “I don’t understand.”
Holding her up, afraid she’d collapse if he stepped away, Alexander nuzzled her neck. “Your trust. A woman’s submission is a gift. One I never take lightly. Now, I have only one more request.”
“I can’t. Please, I can’t take any more.” Her entire body shook, and Alexander pressed closer.
“A request, not a command. Kiss me, Elizabeth.”
A weak sound that might have been a giggle escaped her lips as she raised her head.
Her wanton need still coating his tongue, he claimed her mouth. Hints of wine, berries, and chocolate, the sweet honey of her release, and the unique taste of Elizabeth could sate him for days. Months. Perhaps years. Sucking her lower lip between his teeth, he groaned as his cock throbbed inside his jeans. If he didn’t end the scene soon, he’d take her—or shoot his load inside his boxers.
With much difficulty, he pulled away, but Elizabeth tried to follow, leaning forward, her breath coming in shallow pants.
“Alexander, I need you. Please.”
Bloody hell, she’s going to undo me.
With a quick tug, the silk and hemp rope fell away, and her arms dropped to her sides. Sliding the blindfold from her eyes, he smiled as she blinked up at him.
“And I, quite obviously,” he said as he pressed his hips against her, “want you. But not tonight, chérie. Tonight, I hope you’ll think back to what I can do to you fully clothed. The next time we meet, you can decide if you want to know what I can do to you naked.” Alexander trailed a knuckle against her cheek. “I won’t have regrets between us. The next time I have you in my silks, you’ll be mine completely. Tonight…will seem like child’s play.”
