Anastasia
Reign led me into his office. I was confused.
My first thought was, why were we in here?
Then I found out. I was told to sit on one of the straight-back chairs in there, which I did.
Reign left the room. When he returned, he carried a bin with a lid.
I hadn’t seen it before. When he opened the bin, he pulled out cuffs and short lengths of rope. My pulse jumped.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“I want to introduce you to something I believe you’ll like. I’m going to set up a predicament. I’ll explain how this one works once I get you set up. Are you willing to do it? If not, tell me, and I’ll stop. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
Watching him move so confidently around the room, his nakedness on display, with his cock still half-hard, made me want to say yes. The reasons were simple. I wanted to please him, and I wanted more of Reign, preferably buried deep.
“I know I don’t, but I want to. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
It took only a few moments to find myself with my wrists cuffed together behind my lower legs.
I was hunched in a rather uncomfortable position in the chair.
Tied to the middle of the restraints was a rope that ran under the chair seat, up the back, and was secured to my hair at the base of my ponytail, which I’d pulled my hair into when we got home.
Other than the awkward position, I didn’t see what this was meant to do.
I shifted, and the rope pulled at my hair.
“Ow,” I whispered.
“Ah, you felt it. Let me explain. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’ll remain in that position for as long as you can. The longer you can, the happier I’ll be. Any movement to relieve the strain or discomfort it causes will pull your hair.
“You said you like to be spanked, that the pain it causes ultimately feels good to you. I’m going to see if other pain is the same.
Whether it’s from your hair or your cramping muscles, remember, the longer you resist, the better your reward will be.
However, if you find it’s too much, you merely have to tell me your safe word, and we’ll stop.
Repeat what I just said. Ask questions if you want. ”
“I’m to stay in this position for as long as possible. If I move, it’ll pull my hair. The longer I can remain still and endure, the more you’re rewarding me. But if it becomes too much, I can use my safe word, and you’ll stop.”
“Spot on. Now, let us begin.”
I didn’t understand the tone in his voice or the smirk on his face, but I learned what it meant rather quickly. The part Reign left out was that he would do things to make me move.
The first was when he sat in a chair across from me and cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.
At the angle I was, I couldn’t fully see him, so I lifted my head an inch, and the tug on my hair happened.
I stayed in that painful position until my neck and scalp said no more, then I lowered myself back to the original position.
Reign proceeded to touch me with his hands, teeth, lips, and tongue, sometimes even his cock, on my sensitized skin.
The sensations varied from ticklish to stimulating or even painful.
He’d tied my hair in a way that the tiniest adjustment caused the pulling pain.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut.
I tried to breathe through my nose and out my mouth as if meditating. When that didn’t work, I counted in my head. Worked on chiropractic adjustments mentally. Sometimes, I stayed in my original position, and other times I endured the painful pulling to relieve the strain on my body.
How long it lasted, I don’t know. I refused to look at the clock. Another thing I refused to do was beg or call out my safe word. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, which I didn’t realize until Reign’s lips caressed mine and he spoke with a throb in his voice.
“Jaanu, you did so good, baby. God, so good. Hold still, and I’ll get you loose.”
He swiftly undid the rope attached to my hair and then the restraints on my wrists. When I sat up, I groaned. My body was stiff, and my muscles spasmed. I thought about standing, but knew it wasn’t possible yet.
That was when Reign swept me off the chair and carried me cradled in his arms to our bedroom. He kissed my hair and murmured the entire way.
“Just try to relax. Your muscles will be fine soon.”
In the bedroom, he detoured past the bed and went to the bathroom, where he ran water into the sunken tub. He sat on the edge, holding me as he tested it. When he was satisfied with the temperature, Reign placed me in the water. The warmth felt so incredible.
Reign got the towels situated for us, then slid into the tub behind me. I was brought back to rest against him. His hands massaged my shoulders, neck, arms, and as far as he could reach on my legs. I floated and let my body go with it. After about ten minutes, by my guess, he spoke.
“How do you feel? Does it hurt too much?”
I thought about it, then answered.
“The hot water is helping. Yes, I was achy and throbbing, but it eased a lot. I’ll be fine.”
“What did you think of your first predicament?”
“I wanted to punch you for making it so hard to remain still,” I confessed, and he chuckled.
“But the pain was so mixed that while it hurt, sometimes I wanted it to continue to do that. I loved making you proud of me and happy. So my reward is this relaxing bath with you,” I remarked.
“I’m glad you liked it. I hope you’ll be willing to play like that again, but if you don’t, that’s fine. As for your reward, no, the bath isn’t it. This part is aftercare. Your reward is how slowly I’m going to make love to you and the number of orgasms you get before I’m finished.”
My eyes widened, and I cranked my neck to look at him. There was desire smoldering in his eyes. I maneuvered my body so that I straddled his thighs, facing him.
“What are you waiting for? I’m ready for my reward,” I purred.
He hadn’t lied. By the time he worked five orgasms out of me to his one, I was floating in space. I was asleep, I think, before my head touched my pillow.