WrappedAroundYourFinger (10 page)

“We doing okay?” he asked as he adjusted and tightened the
abdominal strap.

“Yes Sir,” she murmured.

He retrieved a metal clip from his bag and hooked it to the
D ring on her wrist cuff. “Last chance to scratch if you have an itch.”

There was that gorgeous sarcastic smile. “So thoughtful.”
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear then offered him her other
wrist.

“So brave to be a smart ass while I’m strapping you down to
have my sadistic way with you.” He kissed her hand before he clipped her wrists
together then attached them to the O ring on the wall above her head.
“Comfortable?”

“As I can be,” she murmured.

He ran a light hand down her arms and over the mounds of her
breasts. Her pale nipples pebbled beneath his touch. She was so beautiful, so
tantalizing bound and available for his use. Trust blended with a note of fear
and the haze of lust filled her bright eyes. Ah, so his little sub was afraid,
but aroused. He trailed his fingers over her stomach and down her thighs as he
walked to the foot of the table. He loved the contrast of her soft skin and the
hard leather of the restraints.

Oh definitely aroused.
She was so wet her bare pussy
glistened in the soft light. He couldn’t resist leaning down and tasting her
cream. He heard her muffled moan as he drove his tongue deep inside her,
enjoying the smell and taste of her arousal. She was trying to be quiet. Well,
he’d just have to see what he could do to make it a little harder for her. He
fucked her with his tongue, in and out, feeling her slick walls contract around
him. Abruptly he pulled back and brought a hand down on her cunt with a jarring
smack.

She cried out, looking down at him with shock.

He spanked her again right on top of her mound. A small
throaty sound came from behind her tightly closed lips as she fought to hold it
back.

“Do you like having your cunt spanked?” he asked. He
delivered another stinging strike, which she followed with another muffled
groan. Her pale skin bloomed a vivid pink.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she hissed as she leaned her head back against the
padding.

He tenderly caressed the abused flesh. Spanking her pussy
had brought the blood to the surface. Her labia, lips and clit were now swollen
and the sensitivity of them would be amplified. She was now ready for him. He
kissed the inside of her thigh.

“Are you ready to come, Indie?”

“
Please
Sir.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.”

He sat down on the stool and retrieved a vibrating massage
wand from the depths of his bag. He turned it on low and her head snapped up as
it hummed to life. The smile she gave as she looked at him was downright
wicked. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t be smiling like that if she knew what
he had in store for her.

Oh thank you God, a vibrator. Finally she’d get to come. Her
body was so tense from the lack of release that she felt like one big knot. She
needed to unravel. Being strapped down to the exam table wasn’t as scary as
she’d anticipated. She just had to concentrate all her attention on Banner. She
couldn’t think about the other people in the room or she’d start to panic. At
first it had been damn hard to block out the sounds of the others playing
around her. But as Banner began to put her into the restraints, her mind
drifted and her anxiety bled to arousal. With each strap he buckled, her body
relaxed more.

Maybe she should have been disturbed by how comforting it
all was—the bonds, the loss of freedom, the submission to someone else’s will.
She wasn’t. It was as though her body knew it belonged there, the relaxation
was automatic. She was meant for this. It should have scared the ever-loving
shit out of her to stand on the precipice, looking into the abyss, but it was
hard to be afraid when she was so damn calm.

The pussy spankings jolted her out of her haze. The sting
was a pleasurable one and for a moment she thought she’d be able to come from
that alone. But of course he backed off. Banner wouldn’t let it be that easy.
He hadn’t strapped her down to make her come right away.

The hum of the wand was such a glorious sound she wanted to
shout halleluiah from the top of her lungs. Her clit throbbed with
anticipation. A blissful orgasm was surely soon to come.

“Do you remember your safe words, Indie?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” she said with a bit too much enthusiasm.
Down
girl
. She couldn’t help it. She was too damn excited about the prospect of
release. Finally. He’d been teasing her with it for hours and hours.

“Indie?”

“Yes Sir?”

“A bit of advice, don’t hold back. Don’t fight it. You’ll
only make it worse.”

What the hell was he—oh, oh, oh. He’d placed the rounded
head of the wand on the top of her mound. The sensation sent subtle ripples of
pleasure through her folds and into her clit. She desperately wanted to grind
against it, increasing the pressure, but with the way she was restrained, that
wasn’t happening.

He traced the outside of her cunt with the wand, avoiding
direct stimulation to her clit. Damn him. She was so close. Everything from her
waist down tensed. She strained, trying to position her clit under the
vibrations with the small amount of movement her restraints allowed.

He removed the wand and brought his other hand down in a
vicious slap on her already swollen and sensitive pussy.

“When I say. You need to ask me, Indie.”

“Please, Banner,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Please may I have an orgasm?”

He parted her folds, exposing her clit then pressed the wand
right against the little bundle of nerves. The pleasure was sharp and
immediate. She held her breath feeling an orgasm building. In that moment,
Banner was absolute. Her attention narrowed down to him and the vibrations at
her core. The pressure grew and suddenly burst as she came, moaning deep in her
throat and releasing the air from her lungs. The pleasure from the orgasm
peaked, but he hadn’t removed the wand.

“I’m done. I’m done,” she forced out, trying to escape the
relentless sensation. The wand stayed right where it was.

“You’re not done until I say you are.”

What? Oh God, he’s not serious is he?

She was so sensitive that the continued vibration was a
twisted mix of pleasure and torture. He eased the pressure off a fraction, but
the wand was still touching the hood of her clitoris, still sending tormenting
sensations through her. Her body felt as if it were in a vise. She thought for
a second that she might freak out. It was really fucking intense.

He pressed the massager down again and she screamed as
another orgasm exploded through her; this one, harder, faster, longer than the
first. It seemed to go on and on.

When her screams died down, he eased off again, but still
kept the evil fucking wand against her clit. The vibration was so unyielding
she thought she might die.

“I can’t. I can’t, Banner!” Her breath came in quick pants
as she pulled against her wrist cuffs, squirmed against the abdominal and leg
restraints. She hated it. She loved it. She was losing her fucking mind.

Through her panic, she heard Banner’s voice. “Yes you can,
Indie. Don’t fight it. Embrace it.”

She took the deepest breath she could manage.

“Look at me, right into my eyes. Stay with me,” he ordered
as he stood, the wand never losing contact.

She nodded frantically, trying to stay calm.

She gasped as she felt the hard flesh of his cock probe her
entrance.

He increased the pressure of the wand as he slammed into
her. She closed her eyes and bucked against the straps.

“Indie! Look at me,” he commanded.

Her eyes snapped open and she held his gaze, his beautiful
intense gaze. The connection she felt to him at that very moment was surreal.
It was as if they were the only two people in existence.

Then he amped the speed of the vibrations and began to pump
in and out of her soaked cunt. It was pure torture. The pleasure was so intense
it hurt. She felt like a wind-up toy, tightened and cranked beyond her
capabilities. Unmerciful Banner held the vibrator to her clit and wound her
tighter and tighter, fucked her harder and harder. He sent her higher than
she’d ever been. She suddenly found herself seeking the stimulation that would send
her even higher, sure she would shatter.

Then she came.

Her climax burned through her like fire, exploding again and
again. Orgasms rolled through her, one after the other blending together,
coming on top of each other. Her pussy contracted through each one, the muscles
stimulated into spasms.

She thought she heard Banner growl as he came, but she
couldn’t be sure.

Everything around her was muted, dulled. No longer bound to
the exam table, she was off floating somewhere in space. Banner had reduced her
down to nothing but ecstasy.

He eased his cock from her pussy and the vibrations stopped.
Her body came one last time all on its own.

Lips slid across her mouth in a gentle, tender kiss. She
opened her eyes to see two pale blue irises staring back at her. Her brain
didn’t seem to want to communicate with her mouth so she just smiled. She was
rewarded with Banner’s crooked grin. He kissed her softly again and stroked her
cheek.

“You don’t have to say anything, just nod if you’re okay.”

She nodded slowly, coming back to her body, to her
surroundings. Her pussy was so engorged she could feel her folds sticking
together from his come. Or was it hers?

Minutes passed. It could have been hours for all she knew. A
warm wet cloth was pressed between her legs. Oh it felt so good. She looked up
to see Banner wiping her clean and smiled at him through her haze. When he was
done, he leaned down and placed a kiss just above her mound.

Slowly he unbuckled her ankles, then her thighs. She hissed
as he lifted one of her legs from the extension it had been strapped to. The
muscles and ligaments were tight from being in one position for so long. He
gently massaged her flesh, starting at her foot then working his way up to her
hip. He set her leg back down, following the same regimen with the other.

He was silent as he worked. The tenderness in his eyes was
almost unbearable. She dropped her gaze. A well of emotion threatened to spill
out of her. He’d given her more pleasure than she’d ever even imagined
possible. And now, the softness, the care he offered her, nearly broke her. She
blinked, trying to will her tears away.

What was wrong with her? She was never this emotional.
Never. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. She felt so many things she
couldn’t put a name to them all.

After Banner finished releasing her from her bonds, he
gently pulled her to the edge of the table. She trembled, unable to look at
him. He seemed to sense that she was barely holding herself together. He
produced her kimono then carefully lifted her arm, putting it in the sleeve. He
continued to dress her, even tied her sash.

The way he took care of her was too much. She would burst
into tears at any moment and she fought to swallow it down.

“Let’s get you home,” Banner said gently as he picked her
up.

She blew out a jerky breath as she wrapped her arms around
his neck and buried her face.

“It’s okay, Indie. Let it out. I’ll take care of you,” he
whispered as he carried her through the house.

A small sob burst from her as the first tears fell.

Chapter Eight

“You’re leaving?” Banner asked, scrambling out of bed. He
raked a hand through his hair as he tried to shake off the last bit of sleep.
Goddamn it. She was packing.

She looked distressed by the fact that he’d woken up before
she could sneak out. “I-I have things…stuff I need to do today.” She zipped up
her suitcase.

“You were going to leave while I was still asleep,” he said
incredulously as he shrugged on a pair of pants. He noticed that she was fully
dressed—tight black pants, cherry print top and a full face of makeup. She’d
gone back to what made her feel safe. Even through his tired fog he realized he
didn’t have much of a chance of convincing her to stay. She’d been awake long
enough to talk herself into leaving.

Last night had been hard for her. He’d pushed her out of her
safe little shell. The scene had been amazing and so had she as he’d forced her
to come over and over. But it was what came after that she’d had such a hard
time with. The intensity had opened her up. Her emotional release had taken a
lot out of her. He’d brought her home and she’d cried herself to sleep. He
hadn’t pushed or prodded her. Hadn’t asked her to talk about it or tried to
give her advice. He’d just held her, comforted her, wiped her tears. He had a
feeling she’d been holding it in for quite some time.

He’d known that today would be awkward for her. He’d known
that there was a possibility she would run. What he hadn’t known was that he
would feel such panic over her leaving.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.” Her voice was small
and full of guilt. She turned and rushed into the bathroom.

He followed her, watching as she stuffed her toiletries into
a small case. “Indie, you don’t have to run. You don’t have to hide. Not from
me.”

She whirled on him, pointing a finger at his chest. “I am
not running or hiding! Your time is up, Banner. I need to get back to my life.
Back to some sense of normalcy.” She stalked past him.

“Don’t rush off just yet. Let’s at least have a cup of
coffee.”

She narrowed her eyes at him as she slung her purse over her
shoulder. “Don’t try to handle me.” She sighed. It was the kind of sigh someone
gave right before they delivered
the brush off
. “Look, we had fun, but
that’s all it was.” She bent down and picked up her suitcase.