12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
“G ood morning, everyone. I’m Bart, and most of you know my wife, Liza. We’re here to teach you the right way to experience basic bondage.”
Becca shifted on the mat. Her body still hummed from Tyler’s lovemaking. They’d had breakfast, then spent another hour in bed before arriving at their lecture at eleven.
“First off, you have to decide who is the Dominant or Top in the relationship.”
“That’s easy,” Tyler whispered. “I’m the Dom.”
Becca glared at him. “Who says?” She returned her attention to Bart.
“The Dom or Top is the one who wishes to be in control, and the submissive or bottom is the one who wants to be controlled, or to submit. You can choose one or the other, or even experiment. There is no reason you can’t be both, and that’s what we call a switch. And your labels can change as you feel like it.”
Would Tyler let her take control of him? It wasn’t like he was ordering her around all the time. Bart and Liza began putting various items on the mat in front of the couples.
“One of the first things,” Liza started, “is that you have to fully trust your partner, if you want to enjoy bondage.” Liza looked around the room. “If you don’t trust the person one hundred percent to listen when you tell them to stop, you need to walk away.”
Is that why I was never comfortable with other men?
But she trusted Tyler. Of course she did. They had a history together, and he’d done nothing since she arrived at the ranch but reinforce her trust in him. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.
“If you’re the Dom,” Bart said, “it’s your responsibility to control the amount and type of stimulation the sub receives. As the sub, you must tell your Dom when things become too intense or if you’re uncomfortable in any way.”
“Always have a safe word,” Liza commented. “Choose a word you wouldn’t use in everyday conversation.”
“Doms, when your sub says their safe word, you will stop what you’re doing, check with your sub. In some cases, you might need to release them and sit down and talk about what happened.” Bart rubbed Liza’s back.
“It’s very common for people to use green , yellow , and red as safe words,” Liza said, leaning into Bart’s embrace. “Like a stoplight. Green to keep going, yellow to slow down, and red to stop.”
“Do you have a safe word?” Sally asked.
“Yes,” Liza replied. “We use the stoplight system. You really do have to trust your partner. If you don’t trust them to listen, then bondage is not for you.”
“Bondage is not a game,” Bart said. “Many people treat it that way, but there can be damaging consequences. Even if you try it today, you might not ever want to do it again, and that’s okay. Everyone is different.”
“Also,” Liza said. “Using the right kind of rope is important if you use it for basic bondage. We’re not going to get into anything more than bound hands and feet in this demonstration.”
“We’ll discuss which ropes are the best, the pitfalls and safety measures.”
Bart took Liza’s hand and helped her down onto the mat before he sat beside her. “Let’s get started.”
***
Three hours later when Becca walked into her cabin, Tyler was at her side. The second the door closed behind them, he backed her up against it and kissed her, hard. She kissed him right back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
The class today had been pure torture. Each demonstration heated her blood. She knew she was interested in bondage but never expected it to turn her on so much. There were many types of bondage, and they’d covered the basics: cuffs, restraints, and a little bit on rope play.
“Are you wet?” Tyler asked, his lips hovering above hers.
“Are you hard?” she shot back.
He reached up and pulled one of her hands from his hair, then pressed it between their bodies. His cock shifted when he molded her palm around it. Oh yeah, he was hard.
“I would have thought the classes wouldn’t excite you so much.” She squeezed him, enjoying the feel of his pulsing dick.
“This is the first time I’ve attended this class with someone who makes me hot”
Becca hit her head on the door as she jerked back in surprise. “Ouch.”
“Easy.” He rubbed the back of her head. “I don’t ever want you to hurt. You mean too much to me.” He kissed her, not the heated kisses she was used to, but tender, almost loving.
When he pulled back, it wasn’t to kiss her neck. He locked gazes with her. “I want to be your everything, Becca. While you’re here, of course. The last woman in my life was more interested in her career than in what I did for a living.”
“Her loss is my gain.” What woman would give him up?
But isn’t that what I’m doing at the end of the week?
Yes, but they’d both gone into this with their eyes open. Falling in love wasn’t an option and she would protect her heart at all costs. There was no other choice. They were from different worlds.
“I had lots of fantasies during class about restraining you and having you at my mercy.” His breath brushed over her skin in a silky caress.
She bit her lip as her heart pounded. This was for her, and she wouldn’t hold herself back. “I like the idea of being at your mercy.”
His eyes blazed with desire. “Do you have a special fantasy?” He removed her hand from his groin.
“I want…” What would he think of her if she voiced her fantasy?
“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He pressed his forehead against hers, their gazes holding each other. “Tell me.”
Becca swallowed. “I’ve fantasized about my lover being in my bedroom while I’m unaware.”
“Keep going.”
Her tongue darted out and wet her lips. “He grabs me around my waist. I know it’s him by the way he smells, so I’m not scared. He unbuttons my blouse and unhooks my bra. My breasts are on display for him. I start to squirm, and he turns me on my stomach and swats my ass, telling me to be still.”
“Does he restrain you?”
“Yes, since I keep squirming. He’s able to remove my pants and underwear and then ties me spread-eagle.” Damn, this was arousing her.
“Then what?” The fire in Tyler’s eyes blazed hotter.
“He teases me, torments me, all the while telling me how much he’s going to enjoy fucking me every way he can.”
“Sounds like fun.” Straightening, Tyler released her hands. “Go into the bedroom and putter around.”
Her pulse raced as she stepped around Tyler.
“Oh, and Becca?” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Safe word is tomato or red .”
Her breath caught in her throat, but she nodded.
This will be one interesting afternoon.
Anticipation flowed through her veins. Inside the bedroom, she walked over to the French doors and stared out.
She couldn’t hear anything from the other room. Had she made a mistake in telling him? No, she hadn’t. He asked, and Tyler was the most open man about sex that she’d ever known. He wasn’t one to run from one little fantasy. She had others that were more graphic.
Strong hands captured her arms and pulled them behind her back. One hand encased her wrists. “Hello, love.”
Excitement snaked through her body. She hadn’t even heard him enter the room. “Let me go!” She tugged, trying to free her arms.
“Not going to happen.”
Fabric looped around her wrists and tightened.
“What are you doing?” She made sure her voice had a wobble in it, even though she was more excited than afraid.
“What do you think?” The fabric was tight, but not so much to cut off her circulation. His chest pressed against her back, and he reached around and began lifting her T-shirt.
Becca tried to sidestep him, but his hands captured her waist, stilling her movements. “Be still, woman. We’re going to do this my way.” Keeping one arm around her waist, he pushed her shirt up and over her head, but it was trapped around her shoulders. “I didn’t think this through.”
“Please stop,” she cried. Tyler wouldn’t, not unless she said her safe word, and right now she saw no reason to.
“Nope. Stay there.” He let her go.
She waited and then realized she needed to be more proactive. She turned and was going to run until she saw Tyler standing in the doorway with scissors in his hand. “Bad girl.” He stalked over to her. “Is it okay if I cut away your shirt and bra?”
Becca nodded. She could buy more.
He cut the shirt and bra straps and then flung the ruined clothing across the room and put the scissors on the nightstand.
“How dare you!” She tried to stomp his toes, but he danced back before she could make contact. This was pleasurable with someone she trusted.
“Oh darling, we’re going to have so much fun.” He spun her around, and his hand came down on her ass.
“Ouch.” Not that it really hurt, but her blood heated in her veins.
“That’s just a taste.” He turned her back to face him. “Let me tell you how this is going to go.” His raised his hands, and his palms covered her breasts. “You’re mine for the afternoon, and maybe even tonight.”
“Please,” she whispered softly as her pussy clenched.
“I will please you.” He pinched her nipples, and a moan escaped her lips. “Her body trembled with excitement.
“Such a good girl.” He lifted his hands, and her world went dark.
She gasped, “What are you…” as she stumbled against Tyler.
“Easy.” His hands rested on her shoulders. “It’s just a blindfold.”
Becca bit her lip. Tyler was taking her fantasy further than she expected. Her breathing sped up. His fingers trailed over her collarbone to the top of her breasts.
“So pretty.” His fingers kept moving until they slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts. She shifted from one foot to the other.
“I said be still.” He hit her ass. Unable to help herself, she wiggled again.
“You’re making me think you want to be punished.”
Becca stopped moving. Cool air touched her thighs as he stripped her shorts and underwear down her legs in one quick motion.
“No, please.” She tried to keep in character, even though she was wet for him.
“Oh, you will please me.” He scooped her into his arms and she cried out as he tossed her onto the mattress.
She could barely breathe. Tyler kept surprising her.
The mattress dipped and he didn’t give her a chance to react. He gathered her wrists and pulled them over her head.
She opened her mouth, trying to draw more air into her lungs. When she felt him straighten she tugged her arms, but he’d restrained her to the bed.
How did he manage that? She tugged again.
“You can’t get away.” His breath flowed over her face.
He shifted and then was gone. Becca strained to hear him. Then his fingers encircled her left ankle.
“No.” She half-heartedly kicked out.
“Oh, yes.” He pulled her leg out and restrained it before doing the same with the right one. Cool air hit her pussy and ass. She was open to him for whatever he wanted to do. A shiver washed through her.
“I set all of this up days ago.” She heard him moving around. “I’ve been watching you. I hid the restraints under your mattress until you were ready for me.” His calm, even voice floated over her, soothing her nerves. “Now that you’re at my mercy, what shall I do?”
Becca bit her lip, listening to him prowl around the room. What was he up to? She hated not being able to see.
“What do we have here?” His voice held a note of surprise. “My little girlfriend is a closet slut, is she?”
She didn’t hesitate. “ Tomato .”
“Are you hurting?” Tyler checked the restraints around her arms and legs.
“No.” She took a breath. “Please don’t call me a slut. I hate that word.”
“Sorry, I won’t use that word again. Anything else that might trigger you?”
“I’m good, thank you.” Her belly fluttered. He’d listened to her and stopped to check in with her.
“All right then. Where was I? Oh, yes. All these lovely toys. We’re going to have fun this afternoon.”
His voice floated across the room, and she realized he was at the cabinet, acting like he’d never seen it before. What was he picking out? She turned her head, hoping to lift an edge of the blindfold, but it didn’t move.
He spoke from right next to her. “Your body looks flushed. Are you hot?” When had he moved back to the bed?
“Let’s see if I can cool you down a bit. I can’t have you overheating as we play.”
Something clinked, and she tried to place it. Cold touched her skin. Her back arched as much as it could in the restraints. The cold traveled over her breasts to her nipple, making it stiffen.
“ Ahhh! ”
“Very good.” He trailed what her mind finally recognized was an ice cube between her breasts to her belly.
When did he get that? Probably when she couldn’t hear him; this man was tricky.
The ice made her shiver, but it did cool her rather rapidly. Another clink , and she sucked in a breath, waiting for what he was going to do with this one. He circled her navel with it, then moved lower.
He wouldn’t dare!
But he did. He maneuvered the ice over her mound and along her slit. She shifted her hips to get away from the cold.
“You can’t seem to hold still, can you?” There was laughter in his voice.
“I’ll get even.” If it was the last thing she did, she’d get even with Tyler. He was taking the fantasy so much further than she ever dreamed about.
“I’m looking forward to it.” He pushed the piece of ice into her pussy.
“Son of a—” Becca tried to twist away from him and the cold, but she couldn’t. So cold, but so hot at the same time.
“Now that I’ve cooled you down a bit…”
She strained to hear anything because she wanted to know what he was going to do next as water dripped out of her onto the bed.
“Remove the blindfold,” she demanded.
“Not a chance.” His cool fingers pinched her nipple. “Nice, big nipples.” He tugged at her right one, and then her left.
She took a breath when his touch disappeared, only to lose it when he snapped the first clamp on her nipple, and quickly did the second one. These were different than the ones they played with before. There was something resting between her breasts. Something metal. What was he planning?
The metal was lifted and… “Damn!” she cried out as he tugged.
“Nipple chain,” he commented. His lips pressed against her skin as his fingers covered her mound.
She twisted, trying to get away, but it was impossible.
“Little squirmer.” He slid two fingers into her pussy. “So wet, so hot.” His breath brushed her skin before his cool cheek laid against her tummy.
“You’re so wide open for me. That’s why I like these restraints. I can spread your legs far apart and see all your secrets.” He shifted his fingers within her. “I’m enjoying how your pussy is sucking at my fingers.”
A third digit joined the other two, and Becca moaned as he stretched her.
“So pretty. Your pussy is flushed, and your clit is begging for attention. Shall I give it some?”
She couldn’t answer. Her mind was grappling with the tingling in her nipples, and his fingers in her pussy.
Something cool and round pressed against her clit. An egg? A vibrating bullet?
She sucked in a deep breath, anticipating anything.
“ My pussy,” he whispered, lifting his head from her stomach. The toy on her clit shifted and then returned with more pressure than before. Her clit began to pulse.
She wasn’t going to be able to take much more. Her entire body began to tingle, her climax close.
“My beautiful one, are you ready?”
She opened her mouth to tell him no, but no words came out.
He turned on the toy and vibrations attacked her clit. She tugged at the restraints, trying to close her legs, anything to stop this torment.
“How long can you last?”
Those words sent a shiver of arousal from her toes all the way to the top of her head. The mattress beneath her shifted as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy.
How was that damn toy on her clit staying in place? Her nipples throbbed in time with the pulsing toy.
“You’re going to come when I tell you to, baby. You see, the bullet I have on your clit is one that I control, so let’s see if I can make you come on demand.”
Come on demand? What does he mean by that?
His fingers stroked her, but now at a leisurely pace, not too fast, not too slow. The bullet was on low, at least she thought it was, but it didn’t stop her body from reacting to it. Yet it wasn’t enough to throw her over the edge.
Damn, he was serious when he said he planned to torture her all afternoon.
The speed of the bullet increased, and Becca fought for control. Each time her body took a step closer to her climax, he’d turn the bullet down and stop stroking her, then start all over again.
Time after time he tormented her. He was playing her like a finely tuned piano. Sweat beaded on her body; her pussy contracted around his fingers, and her head thrashed against the pillow.
“Are you getting close again, baby?”
She couldn’t take it. “Please. I need to come.”
“Of course, you do.” The bullet vibrations increased, and she began to pant.
Her body bucked, her pussy fluttered, her belly tightened, and her toes curled. “Tyler.”
“That’s it, baby.”
The toy was turned higher. She couldn’t believe it wasn’t on high already. Tyler’s fingers plunged harder into her pussy, and then he curved two of his fingers. “Come now, my love.” He pressed against her G-spot and tugged the chain on the nipple clamps.
Becca screamed as her body exploded. From nipples to her clit, every nerve ending blew at once. She was flying apart and loving every second of it.
***
Tyler studied Becca’s face as she climaxed. God, she was beautiful. Her pussy tightened and released around his fingers. When he finally turned the bullet vibrator off and let it rest against her clit, Becca lay limp against the sheets, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
He slipped his fingers from her wet core and then removed the bullet. Setting them aside, he slid up her body. When he removed the clamps and bloodflow fully returned to her nipples, it was going to send sensations through her body. Tyler moved into position, took the clamp off, and lowered his head, his mouth enveloping the torrid tip of her nipple. She moaned and arched her back. He waited until she fell back against the bed before doing the same with the second one.
When Becca settled down against the mattress, he stood and stared at her flushed body. She couldn’t be more beautiful than she was at that moment, enjoying the deep, rosy glow of her orgasm.
He grinned. There would be more of those climaxes. He strode into the bathroom with the toys and cleaned them up. Tyler soaked a washcloth under warm water, then grabbed a towel. Back in the bedroom, he knelt on the bed and began wiping the sweat from Becca’s body.
“ Hmmm , that’s nice,” she murmured.
He dried her off, then tossed the towel and washcloth back into the bathroom. He was ready for more.
“Are you going to release me?”
“I’m not done yet.” He checked her hands and feet; they were warm, and he didn’t see any chafing or signs the bindings were cutting off her circulation. “Remember, I said you were to be mine all afternoon.”
She groaned.
Maneuvering around the bed, he picked up the lube he’d set out earlier. Time for a little ass play.
***
Becca fought against the urge to squirm as she waited for Tyler. He had said all afternoon, but she’d thought he was just kidding. Apparently not.
She jumped when his cool wet finger touched her ass.
Oh, brother. Was she ready for this? His finger slid in and then out. More lube, then back in. This continued until she writhed in pleasure. A pause and then pressure. Fighting her instincts to push back, she took a deep breath and relaxed.
“Good, baby.” The toy slipped into her ass. “I’ve put in a medium butt plug, and it will stay there for the rest of the day.”
Becca wet her lips. Already, her body temperature was rising.
“Now, let’s see what else I can find to play with.”
She groaned and tugged at the restraints. She was at his mercy, and damned if she wasn’t getting wet.
This was going to be a long afternoon.