Now
Days had passed since receiving the call from Michael. I continued to wonder how Elliott would figure out who had called and what was going on, but I trusted him. It was a strange feeling to trust someone so completely again. But it wasn’t blind trust, was it? Elliott made me feel like the most important person in the world and he was trying to protect me by having me move in with him. He told me he loved me and to never be afraid with him. And I wholeheartedly accepted that. I never felt that with Michael. And I hated that I only had mine and Michael’s twisted, fucked up relationship to compare it to.
Elliott picked me up from work a few nights after our “I love you” exchange. Everything was going perfectly; we spent our nights after work fucking and cuddling and then during the day, I would longingly wait for him to be done with his sessions so I could follow him around like a fly. Only he happily took this fly to lunch and fingered me in his car while waiting in the LA traffic.
As we pulled up to the house and Elliott cut the engine, I blurted out, “I want you to tie me up.”
He looked over at me with a mischievous grin. “Are you sure?”
I nodded with my head held high. I was nervous, but it was a good nervous; I was eager to see more of Elliott’s dominant side.
There was a pause before he nodded and put his hand on my thigh. “Okay. Let’s go inside and first discuss our boundaries.”
My heart couldn’t take how much I loved how respectful and mindful he was. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I changed into one of Elliott’s shirts and we sat at the dining table as if we were conducting a business meeting. I nervously bit my lip as I clasped my hands underneath the table.
“Don’t be nervous, baby. I want to make sure you get the most pleasure out of this.” He smiled at me, finding my hands with his.
“I know. I’m excited, honestly. So, um…yeah, let’s discuss!” I laughed shyly, eager to start.
He didn’t hesitate to begin. “First of all, I want you to know that I have extensive knowledge with rope and binding,” he explained carefully.
“Were you like a boy scout or something?” I teased; of course I could never keep a moment too serious.
Elliott laughed, his smile reaching his eyes. “I was, actually. But I have done extensive research on rigging and have years of experience with…with Kate.” He seemed hesitant to talk about her in this setting.
I put my hand to his arm. “It’s okay to talk about her with me. You can tell me anything.”
He smiled appreciatively. “Thank you.” He paused for a moment, then added, “I also want you to know that our play dynamics don’t have to spill over into our relationship. Once we’re done playing, you don’t have to call me Daddy or be submissive.”
I thought for a moment. “What if I want to?”
He instantly grinned. “Then you can.” His voice made my stomach do all sorts of flips.
“Let’s first discuss our safe words,” he continued. “Do you have any in mind?”
I gulped and sighed, filling my lungs before I spoke. “Let’s use red.”
Elliott studied me carefully. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “That was my safe word with Michael, but he never honored it. I’d like to take back that word and have it actually mean something,” I explained.
I saw a flicker of anger flash through his eyes. “Okay, baby. Red it is. I will always honor your safe words,” he said gently.
I noticed his use of plurals. “Is there more than one safe word I should be using?”
He shifted a little, his excitement evident as he explained, “I like to use safe words similar to a stoplight system. Red means stop everything immediately. Yellow means we need to wrap up soon or slow down. Green is ‘everything is great, keep going.’ Does that make sense?”
This was the first time I had heard of multiple safe words, but I liked it. “Perfectly.”
“And you’re good with those?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face intently, trying to read me.
More flips and spins swirled in my chest and stomach. “Yes.”
His smile melted my heart. “How do you feel about impact play? Spanking, slapping, the use of objects such as floggers, paddles, riding crops?”
I was already getting turned on just talking about all of it. “I, um…I think I would enjoy it with you. I am open to it.” I nodded.
“Okay.” He flashed his gorgeous smile again. “We’ll start out slow. Is there anywhere you aren’t comfortable with me touching during our play?”
Surprisingly, I had no problem with Elliott touching my scars. He softly grazed my body with his fingers every night; he stroked my scars as if he could erase all the hurt they caused me. So frankly, he could touch me anywhere he wanted. “No. You have unlimited access to my body.”
He licked his lower lip as he stared at mine. “Any hard limits? Something you absolutely don’t want to do?”
I couldn’t believe how detailed we were getting in this conversation. Michael just went right in and fucked me up. So fucking naive, Jackie .
I cleared my throat before I spoke. “I ask that you use lube for any anal play,” I answered quietly.
Elliott’s eyes widened. “Of course. That’s a necessity.” He shook his head. “Did Michael not use lube?”
I nervously bit the inside of my cheek. “At least not the first time. That’s when he didn’t honor my safe word.” Tears were forming in my eyes and I quickly caught them at the edge of my eye before they could fall.
I saw the anger flicker across his face again. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he spit out, then looked out the window beside us. “The things I’m going to do to him…”
“Please.” I put my hand to his arm. “Let’s not talk about him right now. Let’s continue.”
He looked back at me and his eyes softened.
“Okay, you’re right.” His voice returned to his normal gentleness. “How do you feel about suspension?”
I’m sure he could tell that I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.
“Being bound and hung up from an overhead suspension. It’s perfect for teasing and fucking you without you being able to move an inch,” he explained, his deep and low voice making my pussy twitch.
I quickly nodded. “Yes. I want to try that.”
He licked his lips again, his eyes darkening with desire. “Okay, good,” he breathed, the words laced with a palpable longing.
I glanced down at his hard cock underneath his gray sweats. If only he could see how wet I was.
“What about a ball gag?”
I looked out the window, my heart dropping a little. “How would I use my safe word with that?”
He took my hand and gently ran his thumb across my knuckles. “A safety hum. A safety blink. A shake of the head. Whatever you are comfortable with.”
That made sense. “Then yes,” I answered. “I’ll shake my head.” It felt powerful getting to decide what I wanted.
“And you want to call me Daddy?” His eyes, filled with a mix of concern and desire, scanned my face intently.
I smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”
He let go of my hand and slowly inched his way closer between my thighs. “Is it okay to call you baby girl? Or is that too much?” He narrowed his eyes, unsure and hesitant.
I shook my head. “No, Daddy. I want to be your good baby girl.”
His chest rose up and down quickly. “Good. We’ve gone over enough. Let’s play.”
He quickly stood up and took my hand, then led me into the bedroom.
“Let’s get you undressed, baby girl.” He pulled my shirt over my head and flung it to the ground. His fingers gently hooked my underwear as he pulled them down slowly. My heart thumped in my chest as he carefully grazed my breasts in his hands, looking down at me like I was the most perfect being in the world.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Daddy,” I said with a shaky, excited breath as I smiled.
A groan escaped his throat as he gazed at me with lustful eyes. He removed his hands from me and lifted his shirt over his head. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of seeing his body unclothed. He pulled down his gray sweats, revealing his hard cock, and stepped out of them as he took my hand and led me to the bed.
“Sit,” he ordered, his voice stern.
Holy shit. Dominant Elliott. I was fucking drenched. I immediately sat on the bed and looked up at him, waiting for my next command.
“Sit on your knees on the bed,” he clarified. “Wait here while I grab my rope.”
He walked into his closet as I got up and sat on the bed, desperately wanting to touch myself. Only seconds later, he walked out with rope and smiled deviously at me.
“I will be putting this around your legs and ankles into a frogtie,” he explained. “And then I will be wrapping you into a boxtie.”
I nodded. I had no idea what the fuck a boxtie or frogtie was but I honestly didn’t care; he could put me into a fucking pretzel tie if he wanted.
I quietly observed while he put the rope carefully around my thighs and ankles. He continued to wrap it around me and I sat watching him, impressed with how easy he made it look. He went to my other leg and did the same.
“Good. I’ll start the boxtie. I’ll need your hands behind your back, holding onto each of your forearms, like this.” He turned around and showed me what to do.
I smiled gratefully. “Thank you for explaining all of this to me,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed.
He turned back to me with a smile. “Of course.”
He turned me around so my back faced him and he began to tie the rope again. My arms were bound behind my back as he wrapped the rope around my chest above my breasts, then under them.
“It takes a lot of preparation. It’s worth it though, baby girl,” he explained.
I bit my lip as I let out a little giggle. There I was, giggling like a little girl again. “I know it will be.” My cheeks felt red hot.
I was suddenly feeling shy and I wasn’t sure why. Was it because I was in such a vulnerable position?
“Fuck, you look so good tied up for me,” he mused as he finished.
My breathing hitched as his arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled me close to his chest. He began to graze his hands over my breasts, playing with my erect nipples, and I felt his erection grow on my bare ass cheek. I gasped when he pushed me down onto the bed and the side of my face landed on the soft bed. My ass was lifted in the air as my legs and thighs were bound together; I gasped with a jolt when his mouth pressed against my pussy, wasting no time swirling his tongue around my clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned; I was already close to coming.
“Mmmm.” His mouth vibrated into my pussy and the feeling had my orgasm flying over the edge as I lifted my hips up and down, chasing even more pleasure.
Elliott chuckled to himself. “I love hearing you come, baby. Let’s do it again.” His mouth was back to my pussy and he continued to play with my clit with his tongue, sending me over the edge again, then again, until my legs began to tremble. He finally removed his mouth from my pulsing pussy and lifted me up to his chest.
“ I want to see your face when you come.” He quickly lifted me by my hips and turned me over, laying me on my back on the bed. He spread open my thighs and began to stroke himself as he stared down at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jacqueline,” he breathed. “I could come just by looking at you.”
My heart exploded. He was so fucking sexy and no one had made me feel so desirable before.
“Please, Daddy. I want you to come,” I whimpered.
He flashed a grin at me. “Not yet, baby girl. I need you to come more for me.”
He suddenly pulled my thighs closer to his body and quickly thrust himself into me, the pleasure from him filling me up and pounding into me forcing out small, abrupt screams. Soon his thumb was on my clit, rubbing furiously to make me come.
“Show me, baby. Show me how much I can make you come on my cock.”
His words and his touch took me to the brink of bliss, a feral scream from my throat shocking me as I came on his cock. My eyes shut tight as his thrusts didn’t waver; he continued to pound me, rubbing my clit even faster, forcing another orgasm. As I came down from my high, I looked up at him and he looked so fucking hot with his body glistening with sweat, his blue eyes clouded with lust and desire.
“Good girl,” he breathed before he smiled.
“Please come for me, Daddy,” I begged.
I was desperate for the feeling of his cum inside of me.
I was startled as he grabbed my hips and let out a loud grunt, his deep voice growling out with pleasure. I smiled as he slowed his hips and caught his breath. His warm liquid began to slide out of me as he leaned down and gently kissed my neck, riling me up again.
“Are you ready for more, baby girl?” he whispered between soft pecks on my neck.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I whimpered.
There was a sudden slap to my tit, making me gasp, as Elliott gazed down at me.
“Try that again, baby. And watch your fucking mouth.” He smiled as he began to rub my clit again, his hard cock still inside of me.
“Yes, please, Daddy. Give me more,” I corrected myself, my heart racing with desire.
He thrust deep inside of me and kept his cock there for a moment.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. So fucking good.” He grazed his hand up my neck and to my cheek. “I need to fuck your beautiful ass now.”
Tears pricked my eyes; he felt so good—he made me feel so good.
He suddenly pulled out and grabbed lube from his nightstand, keeping me exposed and vulnerable, but I was eager for more. His muscled body and hard cock made my pussy pulse and yearn for more as I watched him lather himself with lube. He pulled the rope that kept my legs and ankles tied together and turned me over, face down on the bed. The cold lube trickled down my ass before he threw the bottle to the floor. Elliott grabbed the rope binding me from behind and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.
“Remember, baby. I will honor any of your safe words. You are in control here,” he whispered in my ear.
My heart stung deep in my chest. How on Earth did I find someone who was so understanding and caring, who cared about my wellbeing and safety? Especially someone so fucking hot?
The tip of his cock began to push into my ass. I was no stranger to anal but this felt exciting and new, especially since I hadn’t done anything like it in years…not since him. God damnit, why do I have to keep thinking of him? Elliott slowly inched himself into me, each push making me gasp and hold my breath. He was so much bigger than Michael. There I fucking go again thinking about him . Finally, he was all the way inside me, and goosebumps engulfed my entire body.
“Oh my God, Daddy. You feel so good in my ass,” I moaned, clenching my eyes shut.
He chuckled as he took hold of the knot between my shoulders.
“Your ass feels so good. Your body is so fucking perfect, baby,” he breathed, slowly pumping his hips.
I let out little yelps as he continued to quicken the speed of his thrusts. I heard something turn on and vibrate, and I opened my eyes to see Elliott holding a small black vibrator with a clit stimulator. He easily slid the vibrator into me, and the way it hit my clit immediately had my pussy spasming and clenching around it.
“Oh my God!” I whined, my orgasms back to back as he continued to thrust deep and hard into my ass.
“You take Daddy’s cock so well. Such a good girl, baby.” His breaths were quick and I knew he was close to coming.
I lost count of how many times I came before Elliott grunted loudly, his primal moans making my pussy clench around the vibrator one last time. He carefully removed the vibrator and then pulled out of me.
“Still green, baby?” he asked, pecking my shoulder lightly with his lips and grazing my ass with one hand.
I smiled and nodded, dazed and elated. I was green and fucking high off his cock.
“Do you need rest? Or are you ready for more?”
More?! Holy shit. Are we marathoning? “Daddy, I’m always ready for more from you.”
He chuckled. “Good. Because now I’m going to focus all on you.”