Innocence Tempted (6 page)

I didn't think that she was going to be able to do it on her own so I decided to cut her a little slack. "Stop," I said. "Turn around slowly. I want to see you." She hesitated, but did what I asked.

"Absolutely beautiful."

She really was. She had a great natural shape that wasn't developed in a gym, but was slender and feminine.

She unconsciously crossed her arms across her stomach. "No, no, no. Lift your hair up. Put your hands on top of your head." She blushed hard, but did what I asked, revealing the graceful curve of her neck and lifting her whole posture. I crossed the room to her and put my hands firmly on her hips.

"You are absolutely stunning, Katlyn. There is nothing about your body that I will ever find unattractive." I ran my hands up her sides, over her stomach
, p
ulling her back against my chest and speaking in her ear
:
"You will not hide from me. I am going to enjoy looking at you, and you will not deny me that pleasure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Her voice was breathy. She was relaxing under my touch. The close proximity would eliminate most of the discomfort that came from being naked in my presence.

"Good girl," I praised. I took a small step back. "Keep going. I want you bare.”

She swallowed hard before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. She dropped it on the floor in front of her and then slowly lowered her panties, giving me a great view of her ass in the process. My cock was loving this.

"Put your hands back up and make a nice slow circle for me." She followed my instructions without a word, and I told her repeatedly how much I approved of her appearance. Somehow though, I got the impression that she didn't believe me. We were going to work on that. By the time she left for school I was going to make sure she knew how powerful her body was.

"Very nice, Katlyn. Come here and hold your wrists out in front of you."

This part she seemed to have no trouble with. The rope in my hands didn't seem to be intimidating to her at all, but being naked in front of me was. She really was a puzzle.

I took her forearms in my hands and gently stroked the skin down to her wrists. The tremor was gone from her hands, her nakedness forgotten. I worked at half my normal speed, letting her adjust to the feel of the cord as I tied her wrists together. It wasn't tight, just enough to adapt her to the idea of being bound.

"Wiggle your fingers for me." She flexed her fingers. "Feel okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." I kept her bound wrists in one hand and pulled her closer to me. I placed a couple of open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone just so I could watch her pulse race. So fucking hot.

"On your knees, Katlyn."

I dropped to my knees on the pillow in front of him. It was more difficult than I thought it would be with my hands tied in front of me. I guess you don't realize how often you use your hands until you lose full functionality of them.

I was nervous, but incredibly aroused. I had never felt so self-conscious in my life as I did when Cody made me spin around with my hands above my head. It wasn't like it was the first time I'd ever been naked in front of a man, but this was somehow very different. It was like he was searching every inch of my skin, proving to me that I couldn't hide anything from him. Part of me felt incredibly objectified, and I hated it, but another part of me was extremely flattered. I had a hard time believing that he really wanted to look at me that closely. I was nothing special in that department, perfectly average in every way.

He threw his shirt to the side just as he had the other night and unzipped his pants. I chanced a peek up at him from under my lashes.
His
form, on the other hand, was a thing of wonder. His upper body was perfectly muscled. He was weathered and tanned. He had several tattoos that I really wanted to take the time to study, but I was not given the opportunity. Instead I became focused on the task at hand.

I took his waiting cock into my mouth, trying to remember what he had told me the other day. I ran my tongue over the head, catching a drop of his pre-cum. He was hot and salty in my mouth, and I was once again confronted with his pure masculinity. I wanted very badly to please him. I wanted to hear him groan and feel his fingers tighten in my hair.

I sucked and tilted my head to take as much of him as I could. He rocked his hips forward, pushing f
a
rther into my mouth. I tried to relax and breathe through my nose. I willed myself not to gag and mostly succeeded. It was easier this time; I knew what to expect.

I was surprised at how frequently I was aware of my bound hands. I had kept them behind my back the last time, and this wasn't much different, but when I had the natural urge to move my arms, I was reminded that I couldn't, even if I wanted to. Not wanting to and not being able to were two entirely different experiences. It made me feel very powerless. It wasn't like I wanted to stop, and I knew that I could if I really wanted to, but still it was a step closer to giving up my free will altogether, and I didn't quite know how to process it.

I settled for trying to forget about it. I did what he told me and worried only about pleasing him. I had only one responsibility in that moment, and it was to make him have an orgasm. I relaxed and let him use me. He must have felt the change when I fully surrendered because he changed his stance slightly so that he had better control of my movements.

"That's right, sweetheart. Now you're getting it," he panted. I wanted to smile around his cock. I was making him breathless.
Me
. I sucked harder trying to get him to talk to me in that gravel
l
y
sex-voice.

I grazed his cock lightly with my teeth, as he'd instructed me the first time. Apparently it was the right thing to do. He let out a loud "Fuck, yes," and then I felt his hot semen filling my mouth. I swallowed quickly. He held on to my hair for a second
longer
and then stepped back. I tried to keep the smug smile from forming on my lips, but I didn't succeed. I was really quite proud of myself.

"Enjoy that did you?" he said, looking down at me smiling. I nodded my head, and he laughed. "Come on, silly girl. Your turn."

He helped me up from the floor and then took my bound hands in his and led me down the hallway. He took a right at the first door,
and I was greatly
surprised when it
opened into a
bathroom. He ushered me inside and closed the door behind me. Did he want to take a bath?

I didn't really have time to figure it out before he pushed me back up against the closed door. He had zipped his jeans up around his softening cock and now the rough material was pressing between my aching thighs. He pinned my hands above my head, his body flush with mine, his lips attacking my neck and breasts. He moved quickly, and before I could really process it, he had looped one of the coils of rope on my hands around the hook on the bathroom door.

It wasn't until he took a step back from me that I realized I had been hung from a towel peg, like some kind of living drapery. Both of my feet were still firmly on the floor and I had some play in my hands. If I wanted to get free I knew I could, but I was terribly curious to see what he would do next.

I finally got a chance to admire him as he walked across the bathroom and reached into the cabinet over the sink. His jeans rode low on his hips and my eyes fell naturally to the incredibly sexy V
-shape
that disappeared into his waistband. When he turned back to me he had a bottle of lotion in his hands.

"Don't move, Katlyn," he said. It wasn't like I could go very far as it was, but I didn't both
er
to tell him that. I held still.

He knelt down in front of me, which surprised me. I almost protested that his posture was not at all
D
ominant, but the look he gave me as he stared up at me said otherwise. His expression was hungry, almost feral.

He squirted a little of the lotion into his hands and rubbed them together. He lifted my left foot and began a gentle massage from the sole of my foot, over my ankle, and up
to
my calf. I balanced precariously on one foot with my hands bound over my head. He seemed confident that I would not fall. I did not share his confidence.

His hands worked up my calf and curled around my knee while he brought his mouth to the inside of my thigh. His breath was cool against my overheated skin. He nipped at me gently, and I groaned. I wanted more but I didn't dare ask for it. After what felt like an eternity, he turned his attentions to the other leg. I tugged
uselessly
at the ropes that bound my hands. I wanted to grind my hips against him
—
anything to gain more friction
—
but he would not be rushed. He kept his hands and mouth carefully away from the place that I wanted him most.

"Please," I begged. I couldn't keep the words from falling from my lips.

"Please what, Katlyn?"

"Please touch me."

He bit the inside of my thigh, hard enough to make me yelp. It only hurt for a second, but it had surprised me. The place where his teeth had made impact burned like hot embers.

"Address me properly, Katlyn."

Oh fuck.
I kept forgetting that. How was I supposed to remember that while he was making me feel this way? "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Beg me." His tongue traced a delicate path up from my knee. It was absolute torture.

"Please, Sir. Please touch me, Sir."

"Mmm," his lips vibrated against my leg, dangerously close to my dripping pussy. "I like the sound of that." His tongue darted out and swiped at my clit. My head made a thumping noise as I dropped it back against the door.

"Please, Sir, don't stop," I begged. I was already too far gone to be ashamed.

"Look over my head, Katlyn. I want you to watch me," he said roughly, before licking me in earnest. I looked through the loose strands of my hair and saw what he meant. There was a full-length mirror on the wall opposite the door. I had a perfect view of his back and part of his profile. I watched his muscles flex as he moved his hands up and down my legs. His skilled tongue lapped at my clit, driving me into a frenzy.

He moved one of his hands to my hips, pinning me against the door, holding me still. The other
hand
pressed between my legs, his fingers probing gently, pushing me to new heights. I cried out, begging him
over and over
to finish, to let me cum.

"Watch, Katlyn. I want you to see how fucking beautiful you are."

He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I lost my grip on reality. I trembled as I came hard, but he held me firm, not letting up until the last tremors had pas
sed
. I t
ri
ed to watch, as he requested, but I was unable to keep my eyes open, the pleasure was so intense.

When it was over, I felt weak and docile, like I'd been given the ultimate muscle relaxant. He stood and removed my hands from the door. He swept me into his arms bridal style with my hands still bound and carried me out to the couch. He sat down, folding me into his lap, and slowly untied my wri
s
ts.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Rubbery," I answered.

He smiled and rubbed my fingers in his palms, returning the circulation. He held me for a while, listening to my breathing as it slowed to normal.

"So what do you think of being bound?"

I smiled and buried my face in his neck. "I like it very much," I answered truthfully.

She started a regular pattern of coming to my place when her dad worked the evening shift or overnight.
This
amounted to us spending two or three evenings a week together, and sometimes a couple of extra hours during the day when I could make time.

We started out slowly. She was a brave little thing, but very inexperienced, and I was quite sure that she didn't know where her own boundaries were. I would help her find them, but I wanted to do it at a comfortable pace. I didn't tell her my exact plan, because that would have taken a lot of the anticipation out of it, and I knew that was a part of the whole experience. The first item on the agenda was to get her comfortable with her own body.

She was surprisingly adept at following orders and allowing me to manipulate her, but she was clearly uncomfortable with her self-image. She got jumpy when I made her stand still so that I could look at her. I made her look in the mirror as often as possible. She needed to get used to looking at herself. I wanted her to see what I saw when I looked at her.

I also wanted her to realize that D/s relationships were not all about sex. This was as much about control as it was about getting off. As a result, I hadn't fucked her yet, but that would change soon. I was expecting her to arrive any minute now.

She had officially earned her first punishment, and I was very much looking forward to delivering it. Her behavior was naturally submissive so she didn't screw up very often, but her speech was untrained. She frequently forgot to call me Sir. I let it go for the first few sessions because there were so many new sensations and so much to remember, but by the third session, she should have known better. I'd given her fair warning, telling her that I was going to spank her if she forgot again. Well, forget she did, and I had promised her that she would receive her spanking tonight. I never went back on a promise.