Page 15 of Bound By Words

“Would you like me to kiss you here?” he asked, his thumb dipping inside me again, causing my back to arch, my pussy seeking more friction, wanting to be filled completely. At least, I hoped I would be—the tenting in his dress slacks had a hard time concealing what was beneath. Please let him have a decently sized dick or at least know what to do with it.

“Yes…please,” I gasped as he toyed with me. “I just need you to touch me.”

He was quiet for a beat longer, then leaned forward, looming over me as his lips grazed my ear, his low voice laced with lust.

“Do you want me to lick and suck this pretty little pussy until you’re sobbing for me to let you come?”

Yes, please.

NATHAN

Minneapolis

As I gazed down at Kelly, watching her chest heave, I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. This encounter was skirting the boundaries I’d constructed around myself. I didn’t do vanilla. Every failed attempt at a so-called ‘normal’ relationship over the past ten years had cemented that for me, but something about her made me forget about all the reasons I had to stay away.

I needed someone who gave outside the playroom as much as I delivered when it was my turn to be in charge inside the playroom. Not having that left me unfulfilled because my previous partners weren’t comfortable pushing me to the edge of my boundaries. That was how I’d gotten mixed up with Grace.

Don’t get me wrong, my mouth could get just as filthy as the best of them, but I respected my partners, and she skirted that line with everyone she ever worked with. She respected me when she saw me as a peer, but the second I submitted to her, she knew she had the upper hand and flaunted it. I liked the release she provided, but it wasn’t the style I’d typically prefer. Before her, I’d never felt ashamed when I was in a scene. For some people, degradation intensified their experience, but it left me feeling empty in a way I couldn’t explain.

Even for the few hours I’d talked and laughed with Kelly when I was with her at that dinner in New York, I admired her sharp wit and her smart mouth. It made me feel things I didn’t think I could handle. Like I might have a connection with someone beyond my need to control every facet of our interactions in and out of the bedroom, but I’d already been involved with Marisa at that point. Pursuing Kelly would have compromised my dynamic, so I’d kept things friendly despite my initial attraction.

I had difficulty stepping away from being in charge in every facet of my life. My job gave me a certain amount of power over my crew that fed my need to micromanage. Buildings could tower or crumble at the snap of my fingers, and I craved the rush it gave me when we finished a job ahead of schedule, much like I craved the high of a scene that went off flawlessly.

“Nathan.” My breath caught at Kelly’s rough whisper, eyes dropping to her stretched out before me. She squirmed against the sheets as she waited for more of my touch. Her eyes were wary, but I could see their excitement as she watched me refocus my attention on her. Right. Focus on the almost naked woman you have tied up, Nathan.

This was part of my problem. I had difficulty being mindful of the present—often getting caught up in my thoughts. Analyzing things from every perspective. Part of that was why I had trouble staying out of the scene. I craved the way it kept me focused. It helped me stay mindful of where I was and my partner.

“Hmmm,” I hummed, a low growl building as I watched her breasts rise and fall with each labored breath. It was a sound I’d been told made women wet, and it seemed to be working right now as I watched her lips part and her eyes dilate in the dim light.

“Are you going to touch me? I want you to kiss me again…but down there…” Her voice wavered slightly, but I could tell it was from excitement, not a hesitation to participate.

When I didn’t respond immediately, the flare of defiance in her eyes had my fingers clenching into her thighs. She was going to be my undoing. It was hard to separate the Dominant part of my personality from the man.

It’d been at least five years since I had a novice partner––or in this case, someone as vanilla as I suspected Kelly to be. She may have talked a good game, but she truly didn’t know what being with me was getting herself into. Not that this would progress further than this weekend. Or that she’d know half the twisted things her delectable body made me think. While I wasn’t as sadistic as some, I still had my moments where the desire to restrain my submissive and use them for my pleasure overrode anything else.

It wasn’t that I needed to have a partner involved in all the social aspects of the scene but having a checklist on the table let me know exactly what to expect and what she needed from me to get the most out of our interactions. Boundaries were important to me, and I found myself simultaneously intrigued and scared shitless that I had no idea what Kelly’s were. Did I see how far I could push her, or did I try to keep things tame for her sake? I could handle vanilla with a little bit of spice.

“Nathan, please.” And she was begging again. Fuck. She seemed to know all my weaknesses. “Touch me.”

“Shhh,” I ordered, watching her fingers clench around the pillow above her head, her hips shifting under my hands. “Stop moving.”

Her movements halted, and she gave me a slight nod, her teeth pulling on her bottom lip. Arching an eyebrow at her, I could tell from the subtle flex in her arms that she was trying to be a good girl and hold still for me. I could work with that.

“Exactly like that, such a good girl. Now, I expect you to listen to exactly what I’m about to tell you. Nod if you understand.”

Her eyes widened, making my inner caveman roar with anticipation. “Yes.”

“I didn’t ask for you to talk.” Her mouth snapped shut at my correction, and I gave her an appraising look. A subtle nod with a shaky exhale had my hands softly rubbing her tense thighs, watching her body relax. “That’s good, sunshine.”

Waiting a few moments to ensure she could continue to be a good listener; I watched her body for subtle cues. Her breaths were heavy, just short of panting, eyes slightly dilated and focused on me, but her jaw was soft. Good. Arms remained stretched above her head, perfectly manicured hands gripping the pillow loosely between her fingers but not enough to strain. Nice. She was gorgeous in her natural submission.

“If you’d like me to continue,” I started as my thumbs rubbed circles just shy of touching her wetness, “I need you to be a very good listener and hold still for me. If you squirm, I stop. Do you understand?”

Her lips parted, but then she snapped them closed again, waiting for me. So obedient. “A nod will work.”

At her subtle shift in confirmation on the pillow, I knew she might have trouble with this next part, but it’d be worth it if she could manage it. “You need to try to stay as still as you can until I tell you otherwise, and when I give you a command, you obey. Understand?”

Another nod. She was a natural.

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