Muse

Chapter 18 #2

The crash of drums and the wail of a guitar startled me. Gavin was blasting the heavy metal I’d teased him about. He was testing me; he had to be. Measuring my reaction to him being in charge.

I considered making a sarcastic remark, but didn’t.

Back at his building, he unlocked the handcuffs, rubbed the feeling back into my arms, and wrapped me in my coat. Leading me upstairs to his apartment, he stripped off my clothes and chained me to his enormous bed before I knew what was happening.

The lights were bright, the room warm. Gavin rummaged in his closet, returning with an armful of colored ropes.

Freeing me from the chains, he tossed them onto the nearby table with a menacing clank.

“Time to tie you up, kitten.” He chose a red rope from the pile. “Arms out to your sides.”

He had to be planning on the kind of bondage I’d seen in his pictures of Nina. Elaborate bindings that put the wearer on display while restraining her. This would be much more intense than having my wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts.

You’re an actress, I told myself. Run toward the things that scare you. But there was no acting here.

Heart pounding, I opened my arms wide.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” His voice softened. “This little pet is still getting used to being leashed.”

I nodded shyly. Gavin crouched above me, rubbing my belly.

“You’re in the right place now,” he said softly. “You’re home. You belong here. I’ll take care of you.”

God, he was treating me like a scared animal, a stray he’d picked up from the side of the road. It was crazy, but the longer he petted me, the more I relaxed. Finally, he nodded approvingly and uncoiled the rope.

Crouching above me, he twisted it over my skin. His hands brushed my curves as he knotted a web of red strands, crossing my breasts and circling my hips. He bound one wrist to my thigh, the other to my shoulder.

When he finished, my entire upper body was encased in an elaborate scarlet cage that played peekaboo with my flesh.

“So pretty, wrapped up like a present.” His lips brushed my forehead. “Hope you like this bed, pet. You’re going to be here for a while.”

Though the room was a heated cave, I shivered as he picked up his camera. Each shot drove the message home: I was captive, I was a pet, I was his.

“Move around,” Gavin urged. “Let me see your pretty shape.”

It wasn’t easy, but I did my best to arch and twist. At last, he lowered his camera.

“Master,” I blurted. “This is a lot.”

His hands closed over my breasts, squeezing gently. It was the strangest feeling, to shudder against the ropes.

“Do you need a break? Need to use your special word?”

“Not yet,” I panted.

“Then I’ll show you what I’m going to do to you. I know being nervous turns you on, but we don’t want you panicking. Not when you’re such a good pet.”

I nodded, my throat dry.

Gavin headed for the door. “I’ll be right back. Call out if you need me.”

He returned carrying a folding chair and a large, hardback book with an age-softened cover.

Taking a seat close to me, he stretched out his long legs. “Storytime. I want you to breathe into the ropes. If you need a break, speak up.”

“Yes, Master,” I murmured, a thrill running between my legs.

Flipping open the book, he showed me the first picture.

A pretty dark-haired woman perched on her knees, naked, her legs spread and her hands cuffed behind her back. Her bouncy hairstyle recalled an earlier era, contrasting with the black collar around her neck. Though her posture was submissive, her eyes were full of mischief.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Gavin turned the pages, showing me pose after pose of beautiful, bound, naked women. “Do you like that?”

He pointed to a kneeling woman, her calves tucked beneath her, rope binding her thighs to her ankles.

I gave a quick nod.

“And that?” He showed me another woman lying on her belly, her feet tied to her ass, her arms captured beneath her. Loops of rope striped her soft hips.

“Yes…”

“Good. I’m going to tie you up just like them.” He caressed my thigh, chuckling when I shivered.

“Where’d you get this?” I tilted my chin toward the book.

Gavin absently stroked the pages. “A bookstore.”

“And...?”

“And what? This is a demonstration of what’s coming. All you need to do is see the pictures.”

“You said this is storytime, Master. There’s obviously more to this story.”

“Ssshh.” Rising, he circled me with the camera. My nipples hardened to peaks as he photographed the red ropes girding my body. “You’re so powerful, kitten. So hot. If I didn’t tie you up, you’d seduce this whole town.”

Gavin’s voice was calm and reasonable as he undid the ropes. But when the crimson strands fell away, his eyes smoldered like burning leaves.

He selected another rope — black, with a sheen to it. Ordering me to kneel on the bed, he tied me up in a pattern that matched the second picture, where the woman’s thighs were trussed to her ankles and her hands were bound behind her back.

I was immobilized, gazing defiantly at Gavin.

The camera’s flash blurred my vision. Heat pricked me when he palmed my ass.

“I can’t move…”

Gavin laughed as he took more pictures. “That’s right. You need to learn submission, pet.”

Dizzy with arousal, I swayed. Gavin caught my waist, steadying me.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you touch yourself. Like this girl. Doesn’t she look happy?”

He showed me a woman with her hand tucked coyly between her legs, ropes woven over her curves in a diamond pattern.

“Yes. Please, Master…”

“Let’s see how well-behaved you can be.”

Releasing me from the ropes, he commanded me to lie on my stomach and tied me up like the third picture: knees bent, heels resting on my ass, upper arms bound to my sides.

This was the most humbling position yet.

My face fell forward until my forehead met the mattress. My eyes closed.

When we’d met, I’d asked Gavin to make me feel like nothing.

Right now, I did.

“Good,” I heard him say. “Very good.”

I floated as the camera snapped. The position strained my legs, but the tension reminded me I was alive. I was me. I could be nothing with Gavin, but I wouldn’t lose myself.

“Touch yourself, little one. You’ve earned it.”

Oh fuck, yes. I craved his commands. It didn’t matter what he told me to do right now — I’d do it.

I had just enough range of motion to wriggle my hand between my belly and the sheets. When I cupped my pussy, the pleasure made me shudder.

More pictures followed. My arousal spiked as I stroked my clit, knowing I was following his orders. Click after click sounded behind me, capturing my exposed ass, my ankles bound to my thighs.

Finally, Gavin settled into the folding chair. “Now I’ll tell you about the book. Keep touching yourself. I want my little pet excited.”

I growled with pure animal need. I barely knew who I was anymore, caged in rope, bright lights above me, Gavin’s deep voice everywhere.

“I was sixteen,” he mused. “My dad was between jobs, and his temper…” He shook his head. “I didn’t spend much time at home. After school, I’d take photographs around town, and I’d always end up at a used bookstore.” He smiled. “The owner’s cat would sit in my lap while I read in an armchair.”

How could he talk so casually while I lay bound on the bed, masturbating at his command? The only sign of his need was the heavy bulge tenting his sweatpants.

“One day, I found this.” He patted the book on his nightstand. “It hit me like a bolt of lightning.”

“Why?” I panted.

Gavin shrugged. “Beautiful women, tied up in the spotlight. A moment in time, captured. It just did it for me. I wanted to restrain them, worship them, fuck them, rescue them. Take their picture. Mmm, you like that?” He bent close to take a picture of my face.

“It was a rare copy, out of print. I couldn’t afford it, so I read it secretly in the back for months. ”

I giggled. “And they finally just gave it to you because it was covered in dirty fingerprints and teenage sweat?”

“No, it was my grandfather’s fault. We kept in touch, and he asked what I was interested in photographing.” He traced circles on my lower back. “I was scared he’d judge me. Instead, he sent me the money to buy it.”

The rope’s pressure wasn’t making me panic anymore. Oddly enough, it was relaxing. Soothing, to be held.

“So now you show this book to every woman who comes into your life and tell her this story?”

“No.” Gavin shook his head. “You’re the only one I’ve told.”

Our eyes locked.

He raised his camera and snapped. “Focus, pet. I want you on the edge.”

Obediently, I began stroking myself again, but I couldn’t keep a smile off my face. I was the first woman to hear about the book of Gavin’s teenage fantasies. The inspiration for his art. It was a fucking honor.

“That’s right,” he husked. “Keep your fingers in your cunt. I’m going to untie you and put you back in chains and I want you touching yourself until those hands are cuffed.”

I groaned at the release from his bonds, rolling onto my back with my fingers obediently buried in my pussy. The links of metal gave me goosebumps as he wrapped them around me, cuffing my wrists to the rings on his headboard.

Sliding a hand up my thigh, he teased my swollen clit. I shuddered.

“You’re soaked. When was the last time you came, little toy? Before you got off so hard in my car?”

“I don’t know,” I confessed. It wasn’t a total lie. Even yesterday was fuzzy right now.

“We can’t have that. Here, you’ll come every day. Many times a day.”

“Gavin!” I cried out.

“Master,” he corrected.

“Don’t you want to say my name? Hear me say yours?”

“You don’t need a name. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”

Fuck, he made me feel so small, but so cherished — it almost sent me over the edge.

Gavin played with my cunt with one hand while he snapped pictures with the other, aiming the camera at my face, my bound wrists, my breasts.

The more he touched me, the more sensitive I became.

He gently stroked my clit until my arousal bubbled to the surface, ready to explode.

An orgasm pounced, shocking me with its suddenness. I rocked futilely against my restraints while he took pictures all the way through.

“Please,” I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for. “Master…”

“That’s right,” he crooned, setting the camera aside. “You’re here and you’re mine.”

I whimpered as he kept stroking my tender folds. Every touch made me quiver and jerk. My skin was ablaze from the links of metal pressing in.

Oh God…he was pushing on the tip of my clit, making the need spill over again. A snarl burst from my mouth.

“Sshhh, sweetheart.” Lips met my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re nothing, remember? You’re just here for me to enjoy.” Rising, he brushed my hair off my forehead. “Are you hungry, pet?”

I nodded, my eyes huge.

“Time to eat.” In one swift motion, his sweatpants and boxers were off. His cock sprang free, pointing at my lips as he straddled my face.

Heat washed over me. Gavin’s cock looked more beautiful each time I saw it. I wanted to wrap my hands around the veined shaft and caress the flared crown. But with my wrists bound, I was helpless.

His tip rubbed my mouth, satiny smooth, the broad head parting my lips.

“Mmph,” I mumbled.

“I know, baby. It’s big. Take a little more. That’s a good girl.”

I opened eagerly, sucking so noisily that he chuckled.

Go ahead and laugh. This toy will show you what it’s like to be played with.

Excitement surged through me as he groaned, thrusting into my mouth.

“Ah, that’s it,” he said raggedly. “Take it deep. Such a good kitten. Open your throat, let me fuck it.”

His eyes met mine, and I managed a nod of agreement. As his musky scent filled my nose, I focused on relaxing. I wanted to drive him wild. Still, I was startled as he sank in deep. I coughed, and he eased back.

“Innocent girl,” he whispered. “But not for long.”

I sucked harder, urging him to fuck my mouth again, until we found a rhythm. My lips, his cock. My tongue, his thrusts. His hands in my hair, my eyes locked on his.

“Jordana, fuck!” He pulled out abruptly, his cock flushed and stiff.

My name, ripped from his lips, was the biggest triumph of all.

“I thought I didn’t have a name,” I whispered.

He braced himself over me, arms gleaming under the lights.

“You don’t,” he panted, but his gaze was pleading. Whatever he was asking, I wanted — needed — to give it to him. “Little pet. You exist only for me to own.”

He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, sheathing his length.

Lowering himself over me, he kissed me hard, then harder.

His mouth bruising mine, his hands grasping my soft flesh, possessing me, his hair brushing my forehead, the heat of his chest igniting my breasts, until I gasped with need and his cock sank inside me.

“Oh God!” Drunk on pleasure, I locked my legs around his waist.

With each thrust, Gavin praised me for being so good for him, his perfect pet, available whenever he wanted. His name waited on the tip of my tongue, and I could taste his strain, when he kissed me, to keep from speaking mine.

When he came, he finally said it. And I whispered his name into his neck until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.