Chapter 26 - Basia
BASIA
I’m facing away from the screen where people I don’t know just watched me get naked. Caleb’s big, warm body presses me against the St. Andrew’s cross as he tightens the final cuff. His breath is calm, steady, easing my nerves.
“How are we doing?” he murmurs in my ear, running a callused palm down my side.
“Okay,” I breathe nervously.
“Okay, what?”
I clear my throat and say it louder, loud enough for the people watching to hear—I want them to know I belong to Caleb.
“Okay, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl,” he says, his praise warming my insides at the same time as it sends goosebumps skittering down my spine. “What’s your safeword?”
“Chamomile,” I reply shyly.
His chuckle brings heat to my cheeks. “Right again. You’re showing everyone what a good submissive you are.”
The reminder of an audience makes my breath catch. He somehow made me feel like we’re in our own little world.
I get nervous hearing his footsteps retreat, my fingers curling into fists. I test my restraints, and when it hits me that I really can’t move, my breaths turn ragged.
Caleb’s in front of me in a flash, peering into my eyes from the other side of the cross.
“Hey, hey. What was that?”
My lips twitch up into a strained smile.
“Nothing, S—Sir. Just being silly.”
His brown eyes are steady, solid, like the ground in an ancient forest.
“You’re safe. And you can stop this at any time. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, my voice stronger. “I’m alright. Promise. Sir.”
He’s so darned handsome when he smiles. But I do also miss the mask—guess I’m a little freak.
Caleb holds up a flogger with lots of long, soft-looking strands. “I’ve been dreaming about painting your skin pink with this since the first time I saw you.”
My pussy clenches from both apprehension and exhilaration. He spanked me with my hairbrush or with his hand, but this is the first time we’re using something like this. It somehow feels more real.
Caleb doesn’t wait for my response—he skirts the St. Andrew’s cross, caressing my skin with the flogger as he goes.
“A little warm-up first,” he murmurs loud enough for me to hear him.
The soft strands land on my back with a swish and crack, just hard enough for me to feel them. I flinch in surprise anyway, a loud gasp coming out of my mouth.
“How does that feel, Basia?” Caleb asks in a voice that makes my stomach flutter.
“It feels good, Sir,” I reply without hesitation.
Instead of answering, he swings again, this time aiming the velvety strands at my ass. I twitch, my hips rocking forward only to be stopped by the padded cross.
The next hit lands on the other cheek, harder this time, the sting sharper.
We fall into a rhythm of swishing air and him checking in quietly, my back and ass soon hot and tingling, my mind growing hazier by the second.
Caleb isn’t making me count, and I lost track of time, of the number of lashes.
It turns into a comforting ritual, predictable only in the way that I know the next lash will come, I know it’ll feel sharp at first, then good—so good.
The next time he pauses to check on me, he runs his fingers over my folds, and I moan at the touch. I’ve never felt so sensitive before. Everything feels more powerful—the sensations against my skin, the smell of wood and leather, and Caleb, and sex.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs into my ear. He presses his front against my back, the fabric of his clothes somehow both soft and scratchy against my overheated skin. “My girl enjoyed that.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, my voice sounding like it’s coming from far away.
“I know,” he says conversationally, his breath stirring my hair. “Everyone saw how much you loved it. You’ve drawn quite the crowd.”
“Oh…” I breathe. A part of me feels shy. But I’m mostly just… floating. Cozy despite hanging off restraints.
“Would you like to be fucked now, Basia?”
Caleb’s crude words remind me of the ache between my legs.
“Yes. Please. Sir,” I add in a rush, making him laugh nearly soundlessly.
“Brace,” he murmurs, his deft fingers going to the clasps. He releases my ankles first, then my wrists, positioning my hands so I can hold on to him and not tip over. He picks me up, bridal style, and carries me to the plush bed, gently laying me down.
“Do you know what Shibari is, darling?” Caleb asks like we’re talking about weather preferences and not bondage.
I gulp, blinking at him, trying to focus. “Yes, Sir. I know what Shibari is.”
“Wonderful.”
He moves to the cabinet, selecting long red ropes, then brings them over to the bed.
“We’re going to do a Kani Shibari. Or in layman’s words… a frog tie.”
My breathing deepens as he grabs my ankles and pushes my legs back and apart, exposing my pussy to the silhouettes behind the screen.
“I…” I trail off, glancing between the ropes and Caleb’s skilled hands as he measures.
He immediately looks up at me. “Yes?”
“What if I panic?” I ask quietly, my eyes going to the screen. What if they see me embarrass myself?
Caleb turns my face with two fingers under my chin, his steady eyes meeting mine.
“Then you’ll say chamomile, and I’ll have you untied in seconds.”
I try to calm myself, then nod, relaxing back against the pillows as best I can.
With an encouraging smile, Caleb starts wrapping me in the rope. He binds my hands together in the front—nothing flashy, quick, efficient, titillating. Then he moves to my lower half.
First, he places the rope above my knee, around the thigh, wrapping snugly. Then he connects my ankle to the thigh, adjusting the tensions, checking in with me, reassuring me. Once he repeats the process on the other side, he connects both legs to a central line.
He steps back just far enough to admire his handiwork, but thankfully not so far that my panic would return.
“Beautiful,” he says softly. “You look even more beautiful like this than I imagined, Basia.”
“T—thank you, Sir,” I stammer as a blush spreads over my chest and—from the feel of it—my face as well.
“You’re very welcome, darling.”
His fingers move to his pants, where he flicks the button open, then lowers his zipper. I can’t look away from his cock once he reveals it—we haven’t been together nearly long enough for me to have my fill of it. I don’t think I ever will. I always want it, want him.
“I’d tell you to spread your legs for me, baby, but you don’t really have a choice, do you?” he asks with a self-satisfied chuckle.
“No, Sir,” I admit.
“Such a good submissive,” he purrs. Then he steps to the side and turns toward the screen. “Isn’t she amazing? Look at how wet her pussy is from being whipped and bound.”
Slightly mortified yet curious, I look at the screen to see the observers’ reactions. There are several people watching now, both male and female. My eyes bug out when I see one pair is clearly having sex against a wall.
“This is making me hungry,” Caleb says under his breath. My eyes return to him just as he drops to his knees. His hand is on his dick, stroking gently, even as he uses the central line to pull me closer to the edge.
When he buries his face between my legs, I shoot up to the edge of orgasm so fast, it scares me. Caleb inserts two fingers into my channel, and I immediately clench around them.
“Fuck, Basia,” he growls, the vibrations taking me higher. “Your walls are fluttering already. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I moan, momentarily forgetting about honorifics. I’m too far gone.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me. Show me how much you love being watched.”
His words push me off that ledge, and I come with a gasp and a moan of his name, shivering like a leaf in the wind.
My vision doesn’t even fully clear before Caleb unties the central line and positions himself between my legs.
“Can’t wait anymore,” he huffs, lining himself up with my opening. “You’re too fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
“Caleb,” I say again, this time pleadingly. “I need you.”
“You have me, baby. I’m all yours,” he promises, slamming in.
I throw my head back as far as my position allows. I feel like a cocksleeve, trussed up for him to fuck as long and hard as he wants. And fuck me he does.
Caleb pistons inside me, his hips working, his breathing harsh and loud. He’s careful not to put his weight on me, mindful of my bound limbs, still in control. But it’s control with a razor’s edge as he chases his own orgasm.
Even though I just came, being used like this flicks a switch inside me that’s been dormant until Caleb came into my life and into my bedroom at night.
His cock drags against my sensitive inner walls, his pelvis grinding against mine.
The movements of his body against mine move me over the sheets, reminding me that my back had been flogged too.
Then there’s the audience. I can only just see a part of the screen, but it’s clear to me that everyone’s attention is on us—even the pair that’s still fucking.
“Caleb, I’m going to—” I start, but cut off on a gasp as he slams against the right spot.
“Yeah? You like being my fucktoy so much you’re going to come again?” he asks loudly. But I don’t have it in me to feel ashamed.
Before I can form another coherent sentence, I’m clenching around him again. The room is filled with the sounds of my moans, the slap of skin against skin, and the wet sounds of him tunneling inside me through my release.
“Fuck, you’re so tight when you come,” Caleb says through clenched teeth. “Gonna make me come inside you.”
“Yes,” I encourage breathlessly, my mind feeling dreamy, soft around the edges.
Caleb’s hips stutter against mine, then he grunts as he thrusts once, twice, before stilling inside me on a roar. I can feel his cock throb as he releases, the waves of his orgasm feeling endless—or maybe my perception of time is shot.
I feel like he’s gone between one blink and another, carefully but deftly untying the ropes on my hands and legs. He massages each limb as he releases it, making sure I’m not numb. Another blink and he’s holding me up in a seated position, a bottle of water resting against my lips.
“Small sips, darling,” he says gently.
I melt into his body, my heart beating languorously, my eyes moving slowly. Our audience has thinned out, just a few stragglers remaining as Caleb slowly brings me down from my high.
“Take as much time as you need.” His lips graze against my jaw, his hands gently massaging my scalp. “We have all night.”