Chapter 12 #2
He certainly hadn’t planned on anything like this.
Kelly said she wanted to try something new.
He agreed. There was no reason not to. She wanted it, and it might be exciting.
So after laying out some basic ground rules and agreeing to a safe word, he tied her up with silk cords he had from some previous, nearly forgotten affair.
She was lying naked on his bed, her eyes huge and very blue as they focused on him.
He gazed at her for a minute, trying to read the expression in her eyes.
Caleb had never seen that particular look there before.
Her expression was deep and conflicted and significant, but he couldn’t figure out how to interpret it.
He started to tie her right hand, winding the cord around her delicate wrist and around the post of his headboard. He intentionally kept it loose. She was as tired as he was, and he was afraid anything too intense would be too much for tonight.
He hadn’t thought either of them were really in the mood.
“It’s not tight enough,” Kelly whispered, her full lips soft but unwavering.
Caleb looked at her face silently, again trying to figure out what was going on. He was used to being in control, used to being competent, used to knowing exactly what to do.
He wasn’t used to feeling like this.
“What’s the point of this if I can pull my hand out?
I want to do this, Caleb. You said I could try anything with you, and I wanted to try this.
If you are going to do it with me, at least get it right.
” She sounded more like herself, and there was a glint of clever impatience in her eyes as she slanted them up at him.
Caleb stopped worrying and retied the cord, more tightly this time. Finally he let himself look at her for real, let his body enjoy the sight.
Kelly wasn’t wild and playful right now, the way she’d been in the kitchen when she’d gotten him to spank her. She wasn’t full of that vivid, taunting sexual provocation he was used to from her. She felt deep, like there were layers to her he’d not even come close to exposing.
He wanted to expose them, expose her . He wanted to know her for real.
His cock was hardening quickly as he moved over her body to tie up her other arm. Her skin was cool and fair, a stark contrast to the dark cord. As he tightened the knot, her fingers wrapped themselves into a fist.
When her hands were both tied, he backed up slightly. Her arms were spread out toward the posts of the headboard, and her full breasts were stretched across her chest. Her nipples were already hard, although he hadn’t touched them yet and it wasn’t cold in the room.
He felt his body react even more intensely to the sight of her fair, naked skin and soft curves. He leaned in to kiss her deeply.
She responded, her tongue darting into his mouth, dueling with his own. There was something about her kissing that was intoxicating—somehow both passionate and more than that, like a current ran beneath the passion he couldn’t quite name.
Those elusive layers he could never reach.
Eventually he pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses down to her neck. She was arching up into his mouth, into his touch, and her obvious need for him reached a tight ball of conflicted need in his own soul.
“Caleb,” she breathed. “Not yet. You haven’t tied my ankles yet.”
He raised his head to meet her eyes, but hers were closed. Her cheeks were flushed, and her head was tossing slightly as if resisting a desire too compelling to fight.
He thought about what she’d said—about how she never wanted to feel dependent, about how she couldn’t trust anyone enough to give up control.
But she was doing so now. With him.
Submitting completely.
The knowledge pulsed in his chest as powerfully as it pulsed in his cock.
He moved to the bottom of the bed.
He lifted up one of her small feet. He kissed the toes and the sensitive skin on the curve of the arch. Her breath hitched audibly when he licked her instep with a flick of his tongue.
He returned her foot to the mattress and stretched the cord around her ankle and then around the post of the footboard. Silently he finished with her other foot, completely securing her to the bed.
Now she was spread-eagled on his expensive sheets. Naked, vulnerable, entirely open to him.
He had to close his eyes against the image of her strong, beautiful body in this helpless position, or he would lose the control he had remaining. His excitement must be obvious to her since he was wearing nothing but his underwear.
“What do you want me to do?” Caleb asked hoarsely, not yet touching her. For no good reason, his heart was pounding so violently that he was sure she could hear it.
He had no idea how they’d even gotten here when all he’d had in mind was quiet sex under the covers.
Kelly looked at him with those wide, unfathomable eyes, her hair spread out around her face like some kind of damaged halo.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He moved over her, covering her supple body with his. “Tell me what to do,” he murmured, his lips hovering over her face. She seemed on the edge of something, and he was suddenly afraid of what would happen if she fell over it.
“No. That’s not how this works. You get to do whatever you want to me.”
It was an act of trust—or should have been. She was offering her body to him, allowing him total control, complete power. But it didn’t feel like trust to Caleb.
It was something else entirely.
And Caleb still didn’t know what that was.
But he was fully erect, his arousal like a throbbing, aching presence on his body. And Kelly was the woman he’d been having sex with for two weeks. She was asking him to take her.
It wasn’t like he was going to refuse.
He knew she wasn’t ready for him to enter her yet, so he didn’t even bother checking to be sure. Instead, he kissed her some more, gently at first, but then his desire took over and the kiss became hungry and urgent.
When he felt her start to run out of breath, he pulled away and licked his way down her neck, spending a little time on the pulse in her throat. Through his tongue on her skin, he could feel that her heart was beating as erratically as his was.
He reached her breasts. As he played with her nipples—one with his mouth and the other with his fingers—he heard her breathing grow heavier, and she started to make little whimpers and moans.
He loved the sounds she made when he touched her, loved knowing that he could have that effect on her. Sometimes it felt like she was resisting how he made her feel but the desire was too strong for her overcome. It was like an addiction, knowing she wanted him so much.
He wanted her so intensely at this point that it was all he could do to keep from lifting her hips and driving himself into her hot, tight pussy.
He started to say something—easy, seductive words to intensify her pleasure, the kind he’d always been good at—but he wasn’t confident of his ability to form coherent thoughts.
He concentrated on pleasing her, gave her breasts some more attention, then scooted down to her lower body, parting her thighs to make room for his shoulders.
She was aroused now. Even if she hadn’t been groaning with pleasure, he would still know without fingering her. He could smell her from his position, a scent that did something strange and frightening to his belly and heart. He could feel the heat she was generating.
He starting kissing her inner thighs, making his way up to her arousal.
“No,” she gasped, her body squirming in obvious need. “Not that.”
He looked up at her, more disoriented than ever.
“I don’t want that. Not tonight.”
She was obviously turned on, ready to come. Her body clearly wanted him to bring her to orgasm. He couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t want him to go down on her.
A flicker went through his mind, recognizing that he’d never done that to her before. He couldn’t remember at the moment if he’d ever even offered until now.
He was processing that fact and starting to puzzle through it when Kelly rocked her body in the bindings, distracting him completely. “Caleb, please. I want you to take me.”
There was something wild in her eyes now, something so conflicted and needy that he couldn’t look away from it.
He rolled on a condom and moved over her again, kissing her and positioning himself between her legs.
Entering the hot, tight clasp of her body was almost too much for his weakened restraint, and he had an embarrassing moment of losing control, making a few fast thrusts inside her before he could pull it together.
“How do you want me to move?” Caleb murmured at last, forgetting he was supposed to be the one to make the decisions.
Kelly wriggled beneath him, started pulling on her bound hands. “Take me hard,” she gasped. “Please.”
He smothered a groan in response and readjusted his knees, every instinct in his body demanding him to thrust, to dominate, to take what he so desperately needed.
She cried out when he started to fuck her hard, fast, shaking the bed, shaking her body.
Pleasure and satisfaction howled in his head as he took her.
Kelly grew hoarse from crying out so much, and she was frantically struggling against her tied wrists and ankles.
She was trying to move her hips with his, the way she usually did, but she was spread so tightly that she couldn’t get very much leverage.
He wanted this. Needed it. The whole arc of his life channeled into this one act—this power, this craving, this absolute control.
Kelly bound beneath him, begging him to claim her.
When she’d lived her life in rebellion against trust and helplessness.
And for some reason that thought provoked a flicker of recognition even through the hot blur of animalistic appetite.
He opened his eyes and saw her face again, twisted in pleasure, in desire, and in something aching, almost pained.
Wounded.
The revelation slammed down on him like a vise, briefly halting the momentum of his climax. He stopped thrusting with a guttural sound. Pulled out of her. Started untying the silk cords.
Kelly was whimpering, but not from desire anymore. “What are you doing? Why are you stopping?”
Caleb didn’t answer until he had finished freeing her. He moved to stretch out beside her, pulling her into his arms. “We’re not doing this tonight.”
“What?” She tried to pull away from him, but he refused to let her leave his embrace. “I told you?—”
“I don’t care what you told me. We’re not doing this tonight.” He gently rolled her onto her back again and moved over her, gently kissing her lips until she started to respond.
Her whole body was shaking, and the pulsing tension in Caleb’s cock and chest both started building again.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her body softening as the kiss deepened.
And he was drowning in her, the surge of emotion so strange, so troubling.
He gave himself over completely to the embrace, torn between wanting to run and wanting to comfort her.
Wanting to demand she give him answers and wanting to protect her from anything that threatened.
Wanting to fuck her and hating every man who ever had.
She responded needily, clutching at his head, holding his mouth against hers, rocking beneath him.
Until finally he was buried inside her again, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, rocking together as his arousal climbed toward completion.
His desperate need was as much emotional as physical—both of them building, cresting, releasing together.
He kept kissing her, and she kept shaking helplessly with suppressed emotion, but soon her body was shuddering through an orgasm and he was choking out a wordless sound as he came with hard waves of pleasure and feeling.
He was still holding her against him when his body relaxed completely, even the hard, ruthless compulsion that had driven him all his life finally easing into a moment of peace.
And his last conscious thought before he fell into dreamless sleep was that he’d never had sex like that before in his life.