Page 27 of Bound By Words

Grace loved showmanship, often dressing in revealing leather harnesses or tight lace, pleather, and latex. The time she was away from this building was spent with her trainer, and her toned body left many kinksters in the community panting after her.

The handful of people who knew of my arrangement with her found it hard to believe I wasn’t one of her pleasure pets, but I wasn’t crossing that line with her, no matter how attractive she was.

The driving bass morphed back into something soft, but an ominous beat started as she gripped the hair at the back of my neck and pulled upward. I stood, remaining still as she circled me, her fingers pulling up the edge of the blindfold as she caressed my face.

“Are you ready to begin?” she asked softly as she rubbed her thumb across the skin of my lips that peeked out beneath the loose gag. I knew from experience that I was to remain quiet and nodded, keeping my gaze over her shoulder.

Grace walked me to the ropes hanging from the ceiling and started to overlap them around my torso, creating a clean series of crisscrossing strings that would align with my spine once she coaxed me up from my standing position.

I kept my posture neutral as she worked, slowly but efficiently binding my arms in front of me before she had me lean back into the hold of the rope, the familiar sensation of floating starting as she wrapped the ropes around my thighs and tightened them until they held my weight. She checked in with me at regular intervals, asking me questions I responded to non-verbally with a shake or nod.

Rigging wasn’t a quick kink, sometimes taking hours to get the rope model into the desired position. Grace shifted my weight, urging me in this direction and that as she fine-tuned the hold she had me in. Once the ropes supported my full weight, she pulled the blindfold fully back on, checking her ties before she left me to get used to the hold.

“I’ll be close. There’s something I think you need to listen to.”

Stretching my limbs within the confines of the rope, I felt myself sinking into that state of euphoria, tingles running along my skin as I shifted, figuring out which position created the most intense feelings. The soft music morphed into something more ominous as I settled deeper into the tie, the seductive bass starting back up again.

A guttural feminine moan filled my ears, a shiver running down my spine as my eyes blinked open beneath the blindfold. The music softened as the audio of the woman increased in my ears, the sound of slapping flesh accompanying the dulcet tones of her voice as she cried out again.

There was something familiar about the sound, but I had difficulty identifying it as I shifted against my bonds, causing arousal to pull at my groin as her moans increased in intensity. Whatever secrets I’d kept from Grace meant she was feeling a bit sadistic as I fought the swelling of my cock. The leather pinched as I hardened, and no amount of thinking about grotesque things decreased my arousal as the moans got louder.

“You like that, don’t you, my little cum slut?” a rough voice whispered, sending a shot of adrenaline through my system. “You like it when I fuck you. Greedy for me to fill you up. You’re such a dirty little bitch.”

The low-grade pain of being confined kept me from falling back into sub-space as I listened, trapped by the sounds in my ears. I didn’t recognize the male voice but was a captive audience as I heard the scene play out. Grace wanted me to listen to this for a reason, so I tried to calm my breathing and focus.

“It’s too bad I can’t put another baby in you,” he groaned as a low smack filled my ears. “Such a naughty girl fucking me with another man’s baby in your belly.”

What the fuck was this?

“Oh, God. Yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”

I almost choked against the gag between my lips at the feminine voice. I knew that voice. She knew better than to call me Daddy, but Marisa had begged me to fuck her harder in that raspy moan dozens of times last year.

My fingers clenched, my muscles straining against the rope as I tapped my thigh, indicating I wanted out of the hold. Grace couldn’t be far away; she never left me during a session, but I didn’t know what she was getting at.

My feet hit the floor as the ropes released, my legs wobbly as I fought to keep my balance. I tried to stay still as I waited for her to untie me but growled as my arms rose above my head, keeping me bound as the rest of the ropes released.

“You’ve been keeping secrets.” Grace’s low voice was almost growly as she pulled one of the earbuds free, her hot breath on the side of my neck. “You know who was in that scene and why I called you here today.”

A subtle shake of my head was the only way I could respond while I was bound like this, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins made it hard to keep the anger swelling in my system at bay. I didn’t want to get myself too worked up. The last thing I needed was to pass out in a hold, but Marisa wasn’t involved with Grace; at least she hadn’t been, and that audio was beyond fucked up.

I knew Marisa had a breeding kink, but her giving this audio to Grace was far beyond my limits. Our contact had ceased months ago, and I didn’t want or need to know she was pregnant.

“When she came to me in January, telling me about how your dynamic was falling apart she also mentioned that she needed a mentor. I never anticipated uncovering the secrets you’ve been keeping from me, Nathan.”

My teeth clicked together at the disgust in Grace’s voice.

“I hadn’t wanted to help her initially, but you know I can’t resist protecting my mentees. When she told me she was pregnant with your baby, and you turned her away a few weeks ago, I realized how much of a liar you truly were.”

Pushing my tongue against the gag across my lips, I used my teeth to tug it down, my voice rough as I croaked out the one word I’d never used in her presence. I hadn’t needed to safe word in a scene in almost a decade, but this was too much.

“Dovetail.”

“I’m disappointed in you, Nate,” Grace chided as the ropes binding my arms came loose, and the blindfold over my eyes disappeared. “You never struck me as the type to abandon his responsibilities. You know how I feel about loyalty and respect.”

“What the fuck is going on?” I growled, turning toward Grace as I shook off the ropes at my feet, and she unbuckled the cuffs on my wrists.

“You never told me you’d gotten your little plaything pregnant.”

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