Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress (9 page)

“And what are you going to do after you tie me up?” she asked.
Whatever you want to, I suppose.

“That depends on what you permit, Sue. But I have every hope you’ll say ‘yes, Dane.’”

He was using his name like it was a title, as if it were Sir or Master. Maybe he thought it would be easier for her. In any case, it felt a whole lot more intimate. “Yes, Dane,” she repeated, even though it wasn’t clear what she was saying yes to.

He picked up one of the small coils of rope and wrapped it around her ankle, which he then tied to the post at the foot of the bed. Then he did the same with the other, forcing her legs apart.

Placing his hands on her thigh, he knelt between her legs. “May I kiss you, Sue?” he asked. His breath was hot on her pussy, and it was clear he wasn’t asking for a normal kiss.

“Yes, Dane,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.

He leaned forward and inhaled, closing his eyes as if concentrating on her scent. If it weren’t for the pleased look on his face, she would have been mortified at being smelled, but clearly he found something pleasurable in it. He bent forward and licked. The way her arms were tied, she could barely reach his head and rest her hands in his hair. She liked to push down on a sub, but she resisted. She was tied up, after all, which was more than enough reminder of who was submitting, even if Dane was on the floor kneeling.

He knew what he was doing with his tongue, swirling it around her clit to drive her pleasure higher, darting away to lick her labia when it became too much. Then back again, more firmly. He stroked her stomach and thighs, his fingers digging in gently. Being tied freed her from the need to resist. As he built the pleasure up, higher and higher, all she wanted was to have him make her come.

He got her close, and then leaned back for a moment, blowing cool air over her pussy instead of licking. She assumed he didn’t realize how on the edge she was, and she didn’t want to give him orders. Then he bent to work again. She moaned as the tension built inside her, craving release.

He did it again, pulling back, this time licking her thighs instead of her clit.

“Please,” she said. “I’m so close.”

“Mmm,” he said. “I like that.” He moved and flicked her clit once with his tongue.

Oh, thank God.

He stopped.

He knows exactly what he’s doing
. “Bastard.”

“We covered that earlier, I think,” he said cheerily.

She reached for her pussy, figuring she’d get herself off if he wouldn’t. It was awkward at best, but she could touch her clit.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands to the side. “No, I don’t think so.” He grinned at her.

“Fuck.”

“Was that a request?”

“No!”

“That’s a shame.” He let one of her hands go and traced a lazy finger from her belly button downward, touching her pussy and then continuing down her thigh. It was tantalizing, electric, and frustrating.

She knew better than to try to pleasure herself again. He’d grab, and then he wouldn’t have his hands free to touch, and she wanted him to touch.

“Because if it was a request, I’d be happy to oblige.” He let go of her other wrist and stood up. He slid his hand under his kilt. “If not, well, one of us will get to come, anyway.” He smiled. “And you can watch.” Moving his arm, he lifted the kilt farther. His cock was at full salute, and his hand gripped it tightly, sliding up and down the shaft. He wasn’t in any particular hurry, but he wasn’t merely teasing either. She couldn’t help but wish that was her hand. Or her pussy. Which she knew was exactly what he wanted.

She bit her lip, watching. She didn’t want to give in. She liked giving the orders. But he clearly wasn’t going to stop, either. His eyes roved her body hungrily. She imagined him spurting over her, his cum landing on her stomach and breasts, but leaving her wanting.

Hot in theory, but she didn’t want to be left wanting.
I can get myself off later. Or get some sub to do it
. But it wouldn’t be the same, and the latter made her feel unsettled. While the idea of Dane jealous had some appeal, she didn’t want to imagine anyone else. She certainly wasn’t going to have anyone else inside her. “Did you bring condoms?” she asked at last.

“Of course.”

“Fuck me.”

His hand slowed. “You’re not in charge here, Sue.”

He told me he was willing. Why isn’t he?
She gritted her teeth. “Please.”

“Please what, Sue?”

She clenched her teeth harder, but that wasn’t going to get her what she wanted. She took a deep breath. “Please fuck me, Dane.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He fished a foil wrapper out of his left pocket and ripped it open. She watched him slide the rubber sheath over his magnificent cock. Then he crouched down again and touched her nether lips lightly. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

Good God, I’ve been ready for him for ages
. “Yes! Dammit.”

“Not my name.”

She sighed. “Yes, Dane.”

He pushed forward, holding her thighs. His cock stretched her as it slid in, inch by inch. Then he stopped. She knew he hadn’t gotten all the way in yet. Did he want more begging? Instead she scooted forward as best she could to get more of him inside.

He thrust forward, filling her to the hilt. As he did so, he stretched out over her, his hard chest against her sensitive breasts, pinning her torso down. His lips sought hers, taking her breath away.

They joined together hard. She met his thrusts, her tied ankles still allowing her enough leverage to fully participate. Each thrust of his pushed her body into the bed. Her pussy felt completely full, stretched to the limit, but she wanted more. They moved together so fiercely she was sure they would both be bruised, but she didn’t care. She tried to grab him and hold him to her, but her arms were held fast. That excited her more.

She couldn’t resist, didn’t want to. It was freeing. There was no Mistress in her under his strength and passion, tied by his rope, but she felt whole nonetheless. Real. And tantalizingly about to come.
Will he let me?

This time, though, he slipped a hand between their bodies and pressed on her clit. “Come now, Sue.”

As if she could help it.

She screamed her pleasure as the tremors ripped through her, curling her toes and making her back arch when the bonds gave her limbs nowhere to go. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and then rippled around it as it swelled inside her.

He grunted and tensed, his cock pulsing as he came too. His face twisted with the intensity of it, almost as if his orgasm was painful, and then the most blissful look passed over him. For a moment, her lion looked like a saint. Then he was pressing down on her again, kissing her neck and her breasts. They lay there, joined. He slipped his hands between her body and the sheets, and she wished she could hold him back as he held her. She could at least grab his sides.

Then, far sooner than she wanted him to, he gripped the base of the condom and slid his still-hard cock out of her pussy. She knew sooner was safer, but she wanted him to stay. She’d thought of him as in touch with his animal side, and he was, but even more significantly, he freed her to be, by taking responsibility where it was needed. She’d forgotten how good letting go could feel. He tossed the condom in the trash can and then sat on the bed next to her. He kissed her softly.

“You’re a very good lover, Sue,” he told her.

“You did all the work.”

“No, not all. And that was what I wanted, anyway. To free you for a few moments.”

“That’s all we have, isn’t it? A few moments?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She didn’t want to press him for anything more. She wasn’t ready to give up her Mistress persona. Dane was a nice—no, an extraordinary—change of pace, but he didn’t fit in her life as it was.

He turned himself around, stretching his body next to her so he could untie her ankles. She felt his cock against her arm and was aware of his breath on her thigh. “It’s all anyone has. A few moments at a time.”

She smiled. He was like Bruce, talking about how all one had was
now
. It made sense, though, that Dane would feel that way. He promised instinct, not a plan, however well he knew his knots and took care of safe sex.

“Of course,” he added as he got one ankle free. “Sometimes people can string a few moments, one after another, and make them into something more.”

She closed her eyes as he untied her other ankle. She wasn’t sure she wanted to respond.

Chapter Six

Dane heard a metallic
click
, followed by the turning of a key in the lock. The door opened, and Dane looked up to see Laera and Bruce. He recognized the other dom from a rope demo he had attended once. Sue didn’t appear to notice. He nodded to them and then lifted Sue so she was upright, facing away from them. As expected, her eyes opened, but she still seemed unaware of the presence of the others. By helping her sit, he preserved some of her decency. His own kilt had settled back into place naturally, and he wasn’t concerned about being seen naked anyway.

Sue seemed relaxed, blissed out, and happy to be moved where he wanted. “No need to do anything, love,” he whispered. “Just relax.”

Ignoring the visitors, he set about untying the rope around Sue’s breasts and arms. It had been on long enough that it was time for a change, and in any case, he sensed Sue had wanted to hold him earlier. A good cuddle seemed like a good idea to him. He debated freeing her entirely but instead wrapped the rope around her torso again, this time using a V extending from her shoulders to create a less constricting rope bra. The rope had created a headspace for Sue, and he didn’t want to break it.

“You have beautiful fingers,” Sue told him. “I love the way they play with the rope. And with me.”

He had thought her eyes were closed again, but she must have sneaked a peek. He kissed her softly on the neck. “They like you too.”

“As much as the rope?”

“Oh, more,” he said honestly. Her skin was soft and smooth, a contrast to the roughness of the hemp rope. “But the combination is delightful.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt rope on me.”

“Too long?”

He felt her tense slightly as she hesitated. Then she relaxed. “Too long,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t deny myself.”

“It’s ironic, in a way, that you feel a mistress has to deny herself what she likes, isn’t it? What is unsubmissive about tying up someone who wants, or even orders, to be tied? If it’s merely the physical sensations you crave, Sue, I’m sure you could find a sub who would indulge your needs.” He felt his words were perfectly logical, and totally alien to the way he felt. He didn’t want anyone else tying her up, even though he had no claim on her. And he certainly didn’t want it to be entirely physical. He was a very physical person and loved touch and giving and receiving intense sensation, but mostly because they were a conduit to connecting with another human being.

“Good point,” Sue said.

Dane cursed himself silently for putting the idea in her head. He’d been hoping she’d say she wanted something more. But if that was truly all she desired, he hoped she found it. Just not horribly soon. He wrapped his arms around Sue and nuzzled against her neck. She smelled good. She purred. On an impulse, he licked, tasting her salty skin. Sex had been sweaty, the way it ought to be.

He heard the
click
of the door. Laera and Bruce had retired to the outside of it. He would have sensed them if they were in the room. He relaxed his grip. Sue twisted in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his body. He helped her onto his lap with a firm hand on her bottom.

She buried her head against his shoulder and rubbed the top of her head against his neck and chin. Her hair was silky smooth, and he gave in to the urge to run his hands through it. There were a few tangles, and he needed to be careful. There was a time for pain, and this wasn’t it.

Having her naked in his lap was intensely pleasurable. Almost as good, in a different way, as tying her up and fucking her hard. He knew men had a reputation for hating cuddling, but he loved it. He’d provided aftercare for subs whose tops were unable or unwilling to simply hold someone after they’d given them an intense experience, and as far as he was concerned it wasn’t a responsibility, it was a privilege.

He held Sue for a long time, wondering what she was thinking. She hadn’t done this sort of thing in quite a while, even if it wasn’t her first experience. She’d let down barriers for him. That required some processing, and he needed to give her time to think. Eventually, though, he also needed to know how she felt to take care of her.

He decided he’d let the silence go on long enough. “Talk to me, Sue. Are you okay in there?”

Sue looked up. “I think so. Part of me wants to tell you to untie me right this minute and let me get back into my clothes.”

“And the other part?”

“Thinks you’re warm and safe. But you’re not safe. You’re a very dangerous man.”

People kept telling him that. “I am?”

“You are. I don’t think you’re aware how many hearts you break around that bonfire.”

Dane blinked. He was never anything but honest, and a weekend hookup at a place like Bondage Ranch could scarcely be taken for anything more. But he wasn’t going to argue with her. The general assertion was something to ponder later. Right now he was concerned about the present. “I’m not looking to break your heart.”

“Of course you aren’t. You’re too good a person for that. You’re going to break me down and change the way I look at the world, and then walk out of my life, aren’t you?”

Fuck
. He’d been thinking he was doing her a favor, but people sometimes had emotional armor up for a reason. He still thought he was doing more good than harm. He didn’t feel obligated to be anything more than he was.

“Never mind,” said Sue, obviously taking note of his expression. “I never expected anything else, and I knew you were trouble the moment I laid eyes on you. You and I are impossible together. Yin and yin, smashed together. Two face sides of the coin. But it’s nice enough to pretend for a while.”