Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive) (7 page)

The rest of the room disappeared as I wound the rope across
her. Before I lost my nerve I gathered one of her breasts in my hand, its plump
softness filling my palm. I badly wanted to caress her right there in front of
everyone. I wanted to know if she enjoyed this as much as I did. But I
restrained myself even as her eyes lost focus and drifted up to me and even as
I felt the softest vibrations pass through her body as she moaned too low to
hear.

My erection jerked and throbbed, desperate for this
beautiful girl in front of me. I did not want her to glance down at see what
she was doing to me.

And a part of me desperately wanted her to know.

I drew the tension in the rope towards me once I’d returned
behind her. I wrapped it around the new center post from her shoulders and
formed a ‘v’ from her upper arms to the knot supporting her wrists above the
original tie. Standing behind her was easier and I tried desperately to scrub
her gasp from my memory, along with the way her nipple had felt hardening
against my palm

The next pass went beneath her breasts and once again I took
my time to handle each one. I held her gaze when I drug my thumb across her
nipples, a private touch I hid between our close bodies so no one could see. A
look of longing touched her eyes and her breath quickened. I held her still as
the emotions welled up, one right after the other. She offered me a beautiful
struggle over giving in and holding back, but in the end I won. She dipped her
chin against her chest as I took liberties with caressing each breast as I drew
the rope beneath them. This time when she moaned it was loud enough for
everyone to enjoy.

I returned the rope behind her, cinched it round her arms on
both sides, and ended the tie in a beautiful, symmetrical knot. When I had her
fully bound I knelt behind her on the ottoman and took her bound arms in my hands.
I pulled her back against my body and pressed my mouth to her ear so she could
hear my breathing, my barely restrained desire.

“Good girl, Kitten. I am so proud of you.”

My words overwhelmed her and she wilted against me. I wanted
to kiss her mouth, her eyelids, her cheeks. I wanted to worship her lovely,
upturned face and I considered the consequences of scooping her up and carrying
her to a bedroom.

____________

Kat

“Beautiful, Josh,” Kelli breathed. She sat up, a sheen of
sweat making her skin glow as if she’d been the one bound instead. “Your
technique, as always, is flawless.”

“But what does it feel like?” A guest in a domino mask
leaned forward to inspect the shape of the rope. I didn’t know how to answer
her, couldn’t find my voice or order my thoughts in any shape that made sense.

What I knew was that I felt deeply, inconsolably vulnerable
in this position and the only solace I found came from the heat of Josh’s body kneeling
protectively behind mine. At least, that’s what I imagined he was doing,
protecting me as I knelt bound to him literally as well as emotionally.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on my heartbeats. At
first, and especially when he touched my body with his full, strong hands, my
heart had raced out of control until I thought I might pass out. Twice I
considered safewording when I thought I was going drown from panic, but both
times he’d sensed my unraveling control and reassured me. I could still feel
his mouth against my skin and the husky, growly voice that had praised me for
my submission. The panic eased both times until I could breathe and now that I
knelt before him, his rope holding me still, the sense of adrenaline soaked excitement
and terror eased away and left behind a strange sense of comfort and affection.

The ropes did not hurt and, in fact, weren’t uncomfortable
in the slightest. I felt a deep stretch between my shoulder blades through my
biceps down to my tail bone. I let out a breath and sank forward into the
stretch, allowing my body to relax against the bindings. They constricted,
tight enough to hold me together even when I felt at my wildest.

“Kat?” Julie sat forward, concern furrowing her brow, and
that seemed to snap me out of the trance that threatened to suck me under
entirely. I lifted my eyes lazily to meet hers. I should have felt embarrassed
at being seen like this by my best friend, but that emotion didn’t come.
Instead peace lingered along the whooshing, rhythmic tide of my heartbeats.

“I’m…” The words fled from me. I couldn’t articulate what I
was feeling if I tried and to my relief Josh seemed to understand. His hands,
long familiar to me, stroked the length of my arms over the bumps of rope
pressing and stretching my skin, down my elbows and back up. He captured my blonde
hair in his hands, wound it around his fingers and pulled slowly until my head
tilted back at his control, the pressure very lightly painful.

“Shhh, it’s alright Kitty Kat, take your time. You’re doing
so well, sweetheart.” I recognized Josh’s deep timbre, but it wasn’t the voice
I heard him use day in and day out at the bar. This one vibrated along my
spine, deepened to the core of me.

His praise warmed the blossom of pleasure I’d felt earlier
between my legs when he told me he liked to dominate young women and I
understood. I understood the vibration in his voice was desire, barely
restrained, extremely private, and wholly my doing.

Josh tightened his grip and pulled harder until I arched back,
my body straining against the ropes until I couldn’t bend any further and still
he pulled until the pain increased and cut right through the fog in my
thoughts. The warmth flared and involuntarily I squeezed my thighs. I wondered
if he knew what he was doing to my body, but of course he did. I had no doubt
he knew exactly what complicated emotions he was creating inside me.

My lips parted and a sound escaped, something like a moan
and a whine and I realized how it must sound to the rest of the room. An admission
of my excitement. My soul begging for more.

I opened my eyes and found Josh bent over me, upside down
but tracing my face with his eyes. His hand that did not grip my hair and force
my body into this unnatural position hesitated before lowering to stroke gently
along my jaw to my mouth. It was such a juxtaposition against the constant, low
pain he inflicted by pulling my hair.

The two together, the adoration and pain, unraveled me.

Touch me
, I thought.
Touch me, Josh. Please
.
Every inch of my body ached to be stroked by those fingers and while I should
have been embarrassed by such a thought, that emotion never came. I had never allowed
myself to want Josh like this, never considered he’d ever think of me as anyone
but a kid sister. The way he looked at me with those hooded, lustful eyes, I
knew those days were long over.

“Josh,” I answered, though he’d never vocalized any
question.
Yes
.
Whatever you want from me, yes. A million times yes
.

 Were there other people in the room? I couldn’t remember
anymore. He forced me to see only him, to feel only his hands. Speaking was
difficult in this strained position and the way his name escaped my lips felt
like something essential that lived inside of me and broke free.

He faltered, his hard, controlled continence slipping with
the sound of his name breathed from my body. He slid his fingers down the curve
of my throat and bent slowly, hesitantly to my open face. I thought he was
going to kiss me,
hopedprayedneeded
his mouth to touch mine. Instead his
lips fell against my forehead, hot like the fire in my belly, burned
irrevocably like a brand against my skin.

“You are so beautiful. Thank you for letting me bind you,
Kat.”

Josh released me then and stepped back. His praise made my
heart ache and as soon as the heat of his body no longer warmed mine, I felt a
tremendous, unexplainable sense of loss. I couldn’t see him behind me, couldn’t
turn to find him, couldn’t sense him. I felt strangely alone even though more
than a dozen pairs of eyes watched my every move.

For the first time, embarrassment rushed over me. Anger that
these strangers had witnessed that moment between us overpowered the pleasure
I’d only moments ago felt. Why had he let me go?

You are so beautiful.

I tried to hang on to his words, but they felt fleeting and
temporary now.

“He’s right, you did very well for your first time.” Tyler
stood up and produced a pocketknife from his suit pocket. “The untying part can
be time consuming, so we’ll just cut you free tonight.”

“No.” Josh’s voice stopped Tyler in his tracks. “I mean,
I’ll do it.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t suggest otherwise.” Tyler turned the
closed pocketknife over to Josh’s outstretched hand and clapped his hands. “Why
don’t Kelli and I go get some refreshments? Then we can talk about bondage
before we move on to the discipline portion of tonight’s festivities.”

Josh returned to the space directly behind me and I felt the
ropes shift and tug as he worked the blade beneath them to cut me free. As each
twist in the rope loosened, I felt a strange gratification and feelings of
being rescued.

My hands were the last to be separated and it took some time
because of how many loops he’d made around them. He slid one hand free then
lowered himself to the ottoman beside me and abandoned the knife to personally
unknot the last restraint around my wrist.

Once free, Josh explored the indentations the rope made on
my arms with his fingertips. He grazed the red marks, his expression guarded,
and I badly wanted to know what he was thinking.

What I really wanted to know was whether or not I’d turned
him on.

I searched his face for some indication, but was left
unanswered. His eyes met mine only once and then for only a moment before he
drew away completely and stood.

“Water, maestro?” I heard Tyler behind me and Josh moved to
meet him, taking his body’s warmth with him. I swallowed, rubbed my hands
across my marked arms. How had the night gotten so complicated?

“God, yes.”

I stretched and eased my weight off my bent legs. I untucked
one leg, then two, but wobbled unsteadily when I tried to stand. I caught
myself on the ottoman and when I tried to straighten, Julie appeared next to
me.

“Easy there, Kat. You ok?”

“Yes?” I laughed, though it came out unsteady and a little
painful. “That was intense.”

“You’re telling me. Don’t take this the wrong way or
anything, but holy hot damn. I was a little weirded out by Josh being here, not
that I’m surprised at all. That, whatever that was, was hot as hell. You guys
have outstanding chemistry.”

“No. We…no. It’s not like that.” I shook out the stiffness
in my legs. It felt like I was learning to walk for the first time.

“Yes, oh yes. The way he looked at you…Kat, it wasn’t the
way you look at a kid sister, you know what I mean?”

I knew what she meant. It had changed something for us.
Maybe everything. I could still feel his hands on me, pulling, tugging,
tightening, circling me until I could be no one else’s but his.

“Bathroom?” I wobbled a bit when Julie pointed towards a
hallway opposite the dining room and lanai. I left her in the seating area,
climbed the stairs gracelessly, and headed for the dimly lit hall. Josh, Tyler,
and another man stood near the bar where Kelli was serving bottles of water and
tiny bites of food. He looked up when I appeared, tensed, and took one step
towards me. I waved him off and headed down the hallway alone.

Most of the rooms were closed but the bathroom was lit by
candles and easy to find. I nudged the door shut with my toe, locked it, and
sank back against it for support.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I’d always thought of Josh as handsome, but I’d never
imagined him touching me or pulling my clothes from my body or, oh God,
dominating me. Now it was all I thought about, all I imagined, and the
lingering pressure of his hands fueled my rush of desire.

The candle light brightened the mirror over the sinks and
was enough for me to inspect myself. The rope lines made soft red dashes across
my skin, but to my disappointment were already fading fast. I touched them,
felt the heat of their mark, like a brand, and wondered what it would look like
if I’d been naked and the ropes had been allowed to mark my chest.

I…I really wanted that.

I washed my hands, fixed my hair, and pulled off the mask so
I could dab the sweat from my eyelids. The cool air felt lovely against my
skin, but I also felt relieved when I tied it back in place. Anonymity. Like
Josh had said, I could feel like a stranger wearing this thing. It put some
space in between the Josh I grew up with and the Josh who liked to dominate
young women like me.

I opened the door and without warning a pair of hands
grabbed me up, dragged me into the dark hallway and pushed me into the wall. I
could barely see him, but I could smell him, feel him, and even as he held me
crushed between the wall and his body, I wasn’t afraid. 

Josh dug his fingers into my back, gathered my skirt into
his hand and held me still. Held himself still. His mouth lowered to my throat,
to my collarbone, and fogged my skin with his hot breath. He held back kissing
me though, from indulging in what I knew we both wanted. His free hand roamed
down the length of my body, very lightly as if he were afraid to commit. His
nails scraped through my dress as it traveled my torso.

“Kat,” he murmured against my skin. “This is wrong. It’s so
wrong.”

I moaned and strained towards him, eager to feel the
tightness of his arms around me. I closed my eyes, raised my hands against his
ches, and took up handfuls of his dress shirt.

“Kiss me, Josh.”

He groaned and tightened his hold on me and it was then I
felt it between us, the hard bulge of his erection through his pants.