AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I could do this for fucking hours. It’s a drug to me. To tease her and immediately receive this reaction. Her shuddered breaths and every small movement as she nervously waits on the bed for my next move are addictive.
Anticipation is an essential part of any scene. It’s what adds the tension to the air and the color to her cheeks. With my voice low, it rumbles, giving away my desire that’s barely contained. “What are you imagining right now, jailbird?”
“You,” she says in a breathy voice. “With your hands on me. I don’t—” Her face gets redder. “I don’t know if I can give you specifics. So many things. Mostly just the—just the sensation of being—”
“Dominated?”
The air cracks with a heat between us, only inches separating each other. “Yes.”
My muscles coil, holding back everything just so I can offer her my thumb running down her bottom lip. Taking one step back, putting space between us, but keeping her gaze locked in mine, I tell her, “You’re going to be good for me.”
I phrase it as a statement and not a question to fill her with confidence. She can do this, and I believe in her. I know how she needs this.
Ella nods, a sheen coming to her eyes. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes. I am.”
It’s another reminder that I have to be gentle and guide her into this lifestyle. She thinks she knows what she’s getting, but she doesn’t have a fucking clue.
“I’m going to blindfold you now. Hands in your lap.”
My little jailbird closes her eyes before the burgundy leather even touches her. She’s so fucking good for me.
I fasten it over her eyes, testing to make sure it’s snug. Ella’s nipples peak and I allow myself an opportunity to run my knuckles down her skin, until they run over those hardened nubs. The small moan from her parted lips and the way she attempts to prevent her back from arching are everything I’ve wanted since I first saw her.
“How does it feel?” I murmur.
Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips. “It feels like everything’s been heightened. The air on my skin. The sound of your voice. It makes me question—” She stops herself, shaking her head.
“What does it make you question?”
“That’s not the right word for it. It makes me think that I trust you. It wouldn’t feel good to have my sight taken away like this if I didn’t trust you. And I feel—I feel safe.” More color floods to her cheeks. “Nervous, but safe.”
“Good.” I’m deliberately loud as I pick up the roll of tape from the bed and let her hear me unspool a length of it. She shudders at the sound. “Because I’m going to bind you now.”
If I were selfish, I wouldn’t bother to bind her. The sight of her as she is, sprawled out and waiting, her pale skin flushed, her lips parted and her chest rising and falling with anticipation is intoxicating.
She would fight the urge and I’d love to see her try and fail. To punish her for not being in control of her body for me. A low groan of want leaves me and I disguise it with a comment.
“Turn onto your belly, legs spread wide and hands behind your back.”
There are plenty of toys I could have used instead of tape. Bondage gear and straps. The tape allows me to take my time and it’s far less frightening for a submissive who hasn’t been bound before.
Her breathing quickens as I draw out the tape, giving her the simple command to lift her chest off the bed. I let her feel it glide against her skin so she can feel for herself that it’s not going to hurt her.
It doesn’t require much tape at all to bind her, but the sound, the sensation, the prolonged time will make it appear far more than it is. I don’t let her know that. I let her sit in the feeling of being helpless at my hands.
I go so slow my cock twitches. Whenever I grab her small body, maneuvering her as I need, she lets out the most innocent gasps. With my erection pressed into her thigh, I lean down and whisper at the shell of her ear, “You’re doing so well.” With a small peck on her shoulder, I add, “Good girl.”
My sweet girl smiles, even through her shaky breath. “Thank you,” she whispers, her lips trying to find mine. I could leave her there, not allowing her to seek out a damn thing while we’re in this scene. But then I’d be denying myself, and I’m man enough to admit I want to kiss her as badly as she wants to kiss me. She’s eager when my lips meet hers, her body arching, although her arms have already begun to be bound.
