17. Adrian
She made a very fetching sight when bound. I circled around her to examine my own handiwork. It had been a while since I had tied a submissive up so intricately, but I realized at that moment that it had been long overdue. In fact, the last one who had been trussed up this way had been a submissive I would never see again. She was gone.
Everyone eventually left, whether of their own will, or that of someone else. That was something I had learned many years ago. I didn’t want to think about my twin any more than I did a dead submissive. Deep inside, I knew why they both entered my thoughts. As quickly as they did, though, I would banish them.
And I did. Staring at the submissive in front of me, I smirked.
“I had always known you would look beautiful when bound and at my mercy. I see I wasn’t wrong at all about that.”
She shivered somewhat, but I didn’t stare longer. Instead, I reached for her bra. This particular piece of lingerie had the clasp in the front, so it took only seconds to free her breasts. Swatting her hands away with mine, I then replaced them momentarily as my wide palms covered her breasts completely. I used my thumb, flicking her nipples until they hardened and she moaned.
“I want you to keep your arms down. I’m going to remove your bra, then I have a surprise for you.”
Again, she trembled, and it was a gorgeous sight. As a Dominant, I loved to elicit as many reactions from a submissive as I could. Most of the time, they included pain which is what fueled me. Since I had no intentions of actually fucking her tonight, as tempting as she was, it was not a prerequisite like it would be in future scenes.
I might not have been planning to fuck her with my cock tonight, but it still hardened as visions of her tied up to one of the crosses with blood dripping down her porcelain skin made me harder than I had been with her before. Ignoring it, I focused on doing what I had just warned her of.
Taking one of the bra straps, I slowly lowered it down her arms, then paused momentarily to kiss along her skin. Goosebumps rose on her flesh, so I blew my warm breath over a few until she whimpered. I then worked the bra between the rope and moved to the other side.
I tossed it to the side, then moved over to a nearby cabinet. The air conditioning kicked on like it had at her place when I had been watching her that one night. I knew her nipples would get even harder which would make what I was after a much simpler task. I opened the top drawer, then rummaged through it until I found a basic pair of clamps.
I normally opted for something much more hardcore, but it was her first time ever with a Dominant, and she pleased me enough thus far for me to want her to return. If I did too much all at once, I ran the risk of her safe wording, then fleeing. It would be bad for me, but even worse for the club. No one had ever broken an NDA yet, but I didn’t want to be the one to drive someone to try.
“Remember to keep your hands out of the way, Karma. This might hurt just a bit,” I warned.
Before she could ask what I had meant, I lowered my mouth to one of her breasts. I laved her nipple with my tongue, drawing another moan from her instead of a question.
After sucking it into my mouth for a few seconds, I released it with a wet pop, then brought a clamp to it. She let out a harsh intake of breath when the teeth bit down on the sensitive bud. I waited for just a moment to see if she would at least give the caution word, and when she didn’t, I did the same to her other nipple.
Once they were both clamped, I could see the red spreading around the tip. “You’re so fucking enticing, Karma.”
And, she was. The longer I stared, the more the urge to throw caution to the wind and fuck her senseless started to dominate my own thoughts. I quickly shook that notion away. When so much of my life felt uncontrollable, this didn’t. Sex... Domination... Sadism... I was in a zone when in this mind frame, and some inexperienced submissive wouldn’t send it all crashing to the ground.
I took a final look at her frontside before moving to her back. The lingerie bottoms I had picked out for her had been a thong, and after pulling the material tighter between her luscious ass cheeks, I moved to the wall and retrieved one of my floggers. The fronds brushed against one another and I watched as the foreign noise made her tremble again.
“Count these out to me, and make sure to add “Sir” and “thank you” to each one, Karma. This is your reward for being such a good girl so far.”
“W-what am I co–”
“Say nothing other than what I’ve asked you to say,” I warned, then put her curiosity to rest as I struck her softly with it.
“One, Sir. Thank you.”
“Very good,” I responded, then struck her again.
“Two, Sir. Thank you.”
I didn’t say anything this time as I delivered several more. She counted each and every one. Her voice had changed over the course of the eight blows as each strike got harder. Her backside was now a beautifully bright shade of crimson.
Again, I sent the flogger flying forward.
“Nine, Sir. T-thank you.” And again, with the most force of all of them. “T-ten, Sir.”
“What else do you say?”
“Thank you,” she quietly added.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to put your hands behind you and straighten up.”
Part of it was for my own sadistic pleasure because as she sat up straighter, her heels now pressed into her welted ass. She let out a small gasp before locking her hands together behind her.
Circling back to her front, I could now see her taut stomach. I could also see the damp patch of her thong when I lowered my gaze. She was so wet, the spanking arousing her much like I had hoped it would. There was so much more to do to her before I let her come, so I returned my focus to her delectable body.
“Fuck,” she cried out when I suddenly sent the flogger fronds flying toward her clamped nipples. Striking her breast, her head dropped back. “O-One–“
“There is no need to count these, Karma. And as far as your gratitude, you will be showing me it in a different way very soon.”
I struck her again, this time without stopping. Over and over, I pelted her belly and bared breasts until her frontside looked similar to her backside. A welt or two went deeper than others, and there was even a few spots where a drop or two of blood bloomed at the surface. Reaching out, I gathered it up on my thumb, then used my other hand to grab her by the throat. I pulled her head forward, then gave a simple command.
“Open.” As soon as her lips parted, I thrust my thumb between them so she could taste her own blood. “I bet you taste incredible.”
After I pulled my thumb away, I dropped the flogger to the floor and went in search of something to make her come. I returned with a vibrating wand. With the way she was positioned and trussed up, I was able to slip it inside of her thong. As I worked to position it over her clit, I was presented with her arousal, the thick honey coating my knuckles as I brushed against the place I most wanted to be.
It wasn’t long before I had the wand where I wanted it, and I turned it on to watch her body jump. She twitched, and with each one, I felt my cock get harder. Once or twice, I even cupped myself through my pants. Tonight, I would likely jack myself raw with all the remembered visions of this scene.
The toy continued vibrating, and because of how wet she was, the sloshing sounds were even more erotic. I let it do its job as I returned to her backside. Wrapping one arm around her body, I brought my hand to her breast. I flicked the dangling clamp with my fingers, and I wasn’t sure if the mewling sounds she was making were due to that or the wand as it continued to stimulate her clit.
With my other hand, I wrapped it around her neck, then jerked her head back. Leaning over her, I fused my mouth to hers. As I lazily swept my tongue against hers, I moved my hand to her other breast. I could feel her reactions, and I swallowed them down. The seconds turned to minutes, but eventually her body grew taut and I knew it was time.
I tore my mouth away from hers. “Come, Karma. You’ve earned this.”
Her keening cry was the last thing I heard before she shattered for me. It had been hot as fuck watching her come when we had been miles apart, but holding her in my arms as she did so this time was even better. I used this moment to remove the clamps, and she continued to shake.
It wasn’t long before she came a second time. I hadn’t granted her permission to orgasm again, but I allowed it to pass without warning. Her body shook, and I realized the toy was the culprit. Before she could do so a third time, I reached down and yanked it from beneath her panties. Leaving it on, I threw it to the floor, then slipped my hand where it had just been.
She was beyond wet, and if it had been my mouth instead of fingers stroking her drenched flesh, she would’ve surely drowned me. I circled her clit, then slipped two fingers into her. Her body tried to greedily suck me inside, and a flash of something unpleasant crossed my mind. I wrenched my hand away as if I had been bitten or stung by something, only it was due to nothing she had done.
My conscience.
That damned bitch always struck out of nowhere. Without even tasting her as I had planned, I instead wiped my hand down the front of my dress slacks. The scene was over as far as I was concerned, so I spent the next several minutes removing every piece of rope from her. When she was unbound, I smirked at the marks left behind on her skin, then I swept her up into my arms and carried her over to the leather couch.
After depositing her onto it, I went into the bathroom to dampen a towel. When I returned to her, she was lying where I had left her. I removed her blindfold and watched as she tried to adjust back to the dim lighting in the room. Her eyes were glazed over, and although she tried to focus on me, I could see the heaviness of her lashes.
“You did very well tonight, Karma. How do you feel?”
It wasn’t something I often asked my submissives. Their reactions were much more common and understandable. “I d-don’t know what I am feeling. Everything is so j-jumbled.”
“You’re in subspace. It’s very common during Shibari. A lot of people describe it as being rope drunk, but it will pass,” I explained, all while moving her thong to the side to wipe between her legs. “Rope is one of the most freeing forms of bondage there is. When bound in that way, there’s a surrender to be found. It’s like you are not responsible for anything that happens to you.”
“So, it is normal to feel this way?”
“Yes,” I responded before leaning in to press my lips to hers. I didn’t kiss her, however, but just savored the feel of her mouth on mine. Eventually, I pulled away. “I would like for you to stay here for about an hour, or longer if needed.”
She gave me a slight nod, and I rose back to my feet. It only took me a few minutes to clean up the room. Since I had done very little with her tonight, that task was exponentially easier. When I was done, I finished re-dressing.
“The driver will be summoned once you are ready.”
“You aren’t staying with me?” Her voice was drowsy, her words slurring together.
“No,” I said abruptly, then forced myself to smile at her. “I will be in touch with you again soon, Karma.”
I didn’t offer any explanations as I walked to the door. After exiting the room, I didn’t stay for a drink like I usually did either, instead opting to leave right away.