Maison Domine: A Binding Ties story Page 8
He trapped her against the desk, whispering in her ear. She had nowhere to go, and his sly hands on her breasts scrambled all coherent thought. She had no choice but to listen.
“The person I was talking to was my best friend Gabe. I was fucking singing your praises to him, despite what you think you heard.” One hand wandered lower, bunching up her skirt until she was completely exposed to him.
Barely able to enunciate, she mumbled out, “But you said she was beautiful.”
He nuzzled against her neck while his wicked fingers delved under her panties, flicking against her clit before pausing. “Of course I did. Ah. Kitten, I was talking about you. Saying how perfect you are, how sexy your body and mind are. Telling Gabe everything about you that made me fall a little harder every moment.”
“No!” She tried to wrest herself away from him, but only managed to wiggle his erection closer to her ass.
“Yes, love. I fell for you during the faculty luncheon earlier this year, when we sat at the same table.” A quick tug ripped the delicate lace of her thong.
She shook her head, unable to accept his words.
“You were so composed, so articulate, so brilliant. The youngest tenure-track candidate the school had ever seen in the science department. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Witch that you are, you invaded my dreams, wearing nothing but a collar and a smile.” A long finger thrust into her pussy, hitting the lovely spot inside and sending shockwaves across her body.
The tears started again, fear and hope commingling in her chest. His other hand left her breast, and Lara felt bereft, until she heard the sound of a zipper, and Jax pulled back just enough to shove his jeans down and step out of them.
Toying with her wet depths, he inserted a second finger, the pleasurable sensations and his words making her head spin. “You work all the time. The light in this office is always on, nights, weekends. Students love you. Your research assistants can’t stop bragging about how wonderful you are.”
A strong hand on her back bent her over the desk. “I love you, Lara Brunner. I know dating isn’t allowed between faculty, but I don’t care. I’ll find another job. Hell, I could write for a living, and give up teaching altogether. Whatever I need to do. God, just tell me you love me. Or give me your safe word, and I’ll leave, and never bother you again. The weekend will be forgotten, and we can return to being nothing but colleagues.”
She felt him settle his cock at her entrance, waiting for her reply. Lara’s life was empty without him, and leaving him once broke her heart. There was no way she could survive doing it again. Which left only one answer. “Yes. Damn you, yes, I love you!”
He thrust into her, his granite-hard erection brushing against every nerve-rich inch of her pussy. They fit perfectly. His hips pistoned into her, driving Lara to the edge of sanity. A talented flick of his fingers across her clit threw her into climax, panting and shuddering in release. He came with her, shouting her name.
He untangled her hands from the bra and shirt, and they lay there, catching their breath for a moment before Jaxon pulled her to the carpeted floor. Wrapped in his arms, consumed in post-coital bliss, Lara could not imagine a better moment. She turned to face him, shocked by the tear-tracks lining his face.
Her lips traced each one, kissing away whatever had saddened him. The question must have been in her eyes, because he answered her. “I have never been more terrified, waiting for you to say you loved me. Or happier, when you finally did. But it’s true, you know. I do love you. With everything I am, I love you.” His lips found hers in the sweetest of meetings. He must have put every ounce of love into his kiss, because she could feel it clear to her soul.
“I love you too…Sir.” The heat rekindled in his gaze, incited by her words.
He brought his palm to her face, cupping her cheek. “Kitten, I wish I could take you over and over, right now. But we shouldn’t linger naked in your office, and there is one more matter to address.”
The cool air peaked her nipples when he pulled away from her body, and she braced herself for whatever bomb he would drop next. She could see his hands trembling as he fumbled for his leather jacket.
He pulled out a long rectangular box, and the quivering of her muscles was no longer from the cold. Returning to her, he lifted the lid, revealing a beautiful silver chain necklace, closed with a lock at the front. It was rather brilliant, a subtle nod to the BDSM lifestyle, but still innocent enough that she could wear it all the time. His thoughtfulness once more stunned her. There go the tears again, she thought, entranced by the sight of the disheveled collar-wielding Jaxon in front of her.
“Lara, I love you. I want you to wear my collar, as a symbol both of your submission to me, and our love for each other. Will you do me that honor?”
She nodded, unable to speak through her tears.
“Nuh-uh, love. You must say it.” Kneeling in front of her, he deftly removed the necklace from the box, ready to close it around her neck.
“Yes, Sir. Please, I am yours.” The lock on the necklace clicked, cementing her bond to Jaxon. The heavy weight was a comforting reminder of their relationship.
Their attempts to get dressed were interrupted by kisses and subtle gropes, but finally they were somewhat presentable. Jax hefted the box of her office things in his arms, only then noticing what filled it.
“Baby, why are you taking home all of your things?” A look of horror crossed his face. “Did they fire you? How did they hear about our relationship? Oh, God, I don’t blame you if you hate me!”
Chuckling softly, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “Silly Sir. I quit, gave my two weeks notice when I got back from Maison Domine. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t heard already. Taylor Pharmaceuticals offered me an incredible job, doing exactly what I love most about organic chemistry. All research, and no tests or lab reports to grade. The teaching was stressing me out too much, and my health was suffering.”
“There’s nothing stopping us from dating publicly? And are you okay? Are you sick? Is there anything I need to worry about?” Lara thought his anxiety was almost cute. If a man as dominant as Jaxon could be labeled cute.
“I’m fine, Sir. I promise.”
“Baby, that’s amazing. You’re amazing. I know you’re probably tired of hearing it, but I love you.”
Squeezing his solid body once more, she sighed against his shoulder. “I’ll never get tired of hearing it. Never.”
By tacit agreement, they stopped touching each other until they made it through the building and down to her car. Jax loaded the box into her backseat before crowding her against the door.
“Come home with me.”
She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”
“I owe you some punishments, missy. For leaving me at Maison Domine. And for lying low for two weeks. And for not immediately telling me you loved me.” The serious tone of his voice was completely offset by the playful gleam in his eyes.
“Yes, Sir.” Subtly grinding her mound against him, she felt him harden against her.
“I think a good spanking before being fucked into oblivion will suffice for now.” He leaned into her, tangling his fingers into her hair and kissing her silly.
“Oh, yes, Sir.” Only Jaxon’s kisses could drive her mindless with need.
“There’s only one problem, Kitten.” Lara froze, a moment of panic gripping her until he continued. “One night will not be enough to punish you. I think it’ll need to be repeated every night for a long, long time. Do you think you can manage?” The edge of fear in his eyes belied his otherwise calm state.
Her heart melted for him once again. He was crazy, thinking she needed to be bribed into spending her life with him.
“Yes, Sir. You couldn’t keep me away.” She winked at him, and he let out a relieved sigh.
“You’re mine now, Lara. And I’ll never let you go. Remember, I’ve got the chains to keep you by my side.” He gave her a tight squeeze before kissing the breath out of her.
“Exactly what I’ve wanted to hear since you left me at Maison Domine. But in case you try to change your mind…I have a lovely new set of blue leather cuffs with your name on them. Let’s go home, love.”
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Binding Ties
Bound by Design, Natasha Moore
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He may bind her body, but can he bind her heart?
Bound by Design
© 2009 Natasha Moore
A Binding Ties Story
Jenn spends her days crafting custom-designed slave jewelry, but wear a collar herself? No, thanks. Been there, done that, burned the T-shirt. That whole Master/slave scene was too much of a roller coaster ride. Then Scott, an architect with a dominant side, enters her life. Something about him makes her body come alive with longings for another taste of the lifestyle.
Scott’s life fell apart when he tried to deny his dominant tendencies. He’s determined to convince Jenn that denying her submissive needs would be a big mistake. Her response is so strong, so sweet, he finds himself falling again and falling apart for the smart and sexy sub.
Suddenly, something he thought he’d never have seems within reach—a forever love tied up in a nice leather bow. But any mention of 24/7 sends Jenn flying away in panic. If any real healing is to take place, he’ll need to take a giant step back and design a new approach using ropes, chains…and a whole lot of trust.
Warning: This title features spanking in the garden, sex in the closet, bondage in the bedroom…and just about everywhere else.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Bound by Design:
“I’m attracted to you, Jenn. You may have guessed I have a great interest in bondage myself. In domination and submission. I’m interested in seeing where this night might take us.” He released the nipple ring with a jerk and her breast bounced. He caught her gaze and she felt drawn into his presence. “So I have to ask you. Do we continue or do we end this now?”
Did she want to see where this night would go? Her body voted yes. After all, her best friend vouched for him. And she liked him already. He had a sense of humor. He was as sexy as the devil. He knew her secret weakness.
Or should she get the hell out before she got in too deep? Because, already, she could imagine getting in deep with this guy.
She could barely breathe. “I don’t know.” Jenn winced at the cry in her voice. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I wasn’t expecting anything like this tonight. I…I’m turned on, yes, but I don’t know if I’m ready…if I want to…”
He covered her hand with his. “Why don’t you tell me about your experience with bondage?” He slid his hand up and shackled her wrist with his fingers again. “Was it so terrible that you resist it even when your body craves the binding?”
She looked away from him, staring into the shadows surrounding them. She did crave it. The security of the bondage. The freedom of letting go of the control she normally held onto with an iron grip. But she didn’t want to lose herself like she did before. Could she bring herself to admit her experiences with Rob?
He cupped her chin and turned her face so he could study her. “Talk to me, Jenn. What are you afraid of?”
“Losing myself,” she blurted.
“No, you should never be afraid of losing yourself. You’ll find yourself, Jenn, if you surrender to your needs.”
She shrugged and looked down at her hands clenched in her lap.
“What happened?” He stroked her hair, soothing her nerves. “Was it recent?” His voice hardened. “Did someone around here treat you badly?”
“No. It was back in college.”
He cursed. “A boy playing at being a Dom?”
“I guess. But then I guess I was playing at being a sub.” Neither one of them had really known what they were doing. But when it was right, it had been amazing.
“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good experience.” He kissed her softly. “So basically your body responded even though he didn’t treat you right?”
“He didn’t always treat me badly,” she said, but she shivered as she remembered being tied up and left for hours while he got drunk with his buddies. “I think the power trip got to him.”
“A Dom’s first consideration always should be his sub,” Scott told her. He grasped her shoulders with his strong hands. “I want to show you the way it should be. Let me show you how good it can be, Jenn. Give me the weekend.”
“The weekend?” Was he crazy? “I honestly don’t know if I want to try bondage again, not even tonight.” Although if her body had any say, they’d definitely be having sex tonight, and she probably wouldn’t complain if there were ropes involved.
“I can smell your arousal, Jenn. I know your body is aching for a taste of bondage again.” He ran his hand up her thigh, dragging the skirt of her dress up with it. “Let me show you the way a Master should treat his slave.”
Jenn licked her lips and couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Did she want to be his slave, even for one night?
“Let’s try something,” he said softly, seductively. “If you don’t like it, I’ll walk away from you and never bother you again.” He leaned over her and took one wrist in each hand. “Put your hands behind your back and grasp the slats.”
She nodded and leaned forward slightly to let him guide her hands behind her. He curled her fingers around the wood. “Now close your eyes.”
Jenn glanced around them and didn’t see anyone else nearby. Darkness was falling around them. She looked up at Scott, he was already difficult to see except for that white shirt. What would it matter if she closed her eyes?
“Jenn,” he said in a tone that told her he didn’t like to repeat himself. “Close your eyes.”
She closed her eyes and held on tight.
Given the chance, would you dare to indulge your wildest sexual fantasies?
The Initiation of Isabella
© 2009 Jenna Ives
A Binding Ties Story
Isabella Tallin, a brand-spanking new Sigma Iomega Nu sorority pledge, thought she was waiting at the corner of Elm and Main for her initiation rite to begin. She knows these things are notoriously secret affairs, but surely the initiation doesn’t involve a gorgeous guy in a hot red convertible and being bound, gagged, and blindfolded…does it? Only one way to find out…
Logan Sommers can’t believe the innocent-looking girl waiting for him is his mysterious client—a sexually jaded woman who paid his company, Fantasies Fulfilled, to indulge her most outrageous sexual fantasies. But the pickup instructions were clear. He’s never forced himself on anyone in his life, but if she insists on playing the innocent schoolgirl…well, it’s her party.
Then his planned night of seduction almost earns him a black eye…
Warning: You’ll be hot to join this sorority by the end of the story!
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Initiation of Isabella:
Isabella felt a gentle tug as Mr. Sexy hooked a finger around the short chain that linked her handcuffs, and drew her toward the mysterious door. She tried not to stumble as she was led inside, blindfolded, handcuffed, and totally dependant on his guidance. She listened carefully for any sound from the other pledges who were supposedly here, but all was quiet.
Twenty paces into the room, they stopped. She felt Mr. S work at her handcuffs, attaching something.
She sensed him walking away, then heard a metallic grinding noise. She gasped as her wrists were slowly raised into the air, hoisting her up until she was only able to touch the floor with her tiptoes.
She was brought up short by his deep, sexy voice coming from directly in front of her. “Shhh. This is all part of what you want.”
Well, she’d thought she wanted to join Sigma Iomega Nu, and yes, she did know that some sort of initiation was part of the process. But this was outrageous. Wasn’t it? Had the other girls gone through this too?
Stories of female pledges tied naked to trees, or trussed up and thrown into the sea tumbled through her mind. She hadn’t believed Sigma Iomega Nu was in that league. Could this initiation be any worse than those?
“Where are the other g—”
“They’re here.”
He was obviously tired of answering that question. It was the third time she’d asked him.
“But I don’t hear them—”
A sharp, ripping sound distracted her. A moment later, she felt something—was that duct tape?—pressed across her mouth.
Good Lord, he’d gagged her!
She struggled mightily, convinced now that Sigma Iomega Nu was not the sorority for her. But there was only so much she could do gagged, bound and blindfolded. She struggled until she finally wore herself out, which didn’t take long, considering she was hanging by her wrists.
“Bad girl,” he reprimanded softly. “I may have to punish you later for fighting me.”
Isabella froze as the shocking reality of her situation dawned on her. She was completely at this man’s mercy, and she’d willingly put herself there—she’d gotten into his car of her own free will, come to this deserted warehouse with him, and allowed him to handcuff and blindfold her.
What if he wasn’t part of the Sigma Iomega Nu initiation at all?