Page 48 of Bound By Words

“Don’t go,” she whimpered with her eyes closed as I laid her head on the pillow, sitting on the edge of the bed as I tucked the blankets around her body.

“I’ll be right back,” I whispered as I leaned forward, gently kissing her on the forehead before I stood. As I watched her chest rise and fall steadily, I fought the urge to climb under the covers with her.

She didn’t stir as I crept out of her bedroom, gathering our discarded clothing on the way to the kitchen. Pulling on my boxers and jeans, I surveyed our mess from earlier.

First, I folded her pants, smiling at the unassuming pair of pink cotton panties she’d been wearing underneath her dark leggings. I’d had quite a few fantasies about the red lingerie she’d been wearing at the wedding, but these had their own allure. She truly hadn’t invited me over tonight to seduce me. It’d just spontaneously happened, and it was fucking phenomenal. I knew I shouldn’t encourage her to use sex as a coping mechanism, but I had difficulty exercising self-restraint around her.

My thoughts throughout the day had often strayed to what might happen between us, but my musings hadn’t led to us sleeping together quite this quickly. The weekend of the wedding was an escape for both of us, and I felt like the next few weeks could be, too, but I found myself wanting to learn more about her now than just what she sounded like mid-climax.

Something about her fragility as she finally confided in me had me desperate to do anything to make her smile. I’d thought joking around with her would do the trick, but her riding me through several orgasms had gotten the job done as well.

As I worked to clean up the kitchen, I found myself plotting how to continue making her smile over the next few weeks, but then I stopped short.

While my talk of tying her up and spanking her had aroused her, I knew I couldn’t go there with her casually. I would be irresponsible to draw her into my kinky fantasies and not do it the right way.

Without intending to, I’d already interacted with her like I intended to vet her. The conversations we’d had in the hotel. Getting her to open up to me tonight. Each was me trying to get closer to her emotionally. I was invested, and I’d hate to sabotage that by jumping into things with my dick instead of my head.

I could spend the next few weeks fucking her at every opportunity, but that wouldn’t be healthy for either of us, no matter how mutually enjoyable it’d be.

Once I was done cleaning and stacking the dishes on the drying rack, I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and made a plan. Tomorrow, I’d plant the seed of her completing a limits checklist and talk to her about safe words.

My options for play here were limited. It wasn’t like I carried a kinky survival kit in my car, just waiting to tie up random women as sex objects. I was pretty sure they called those kinds of people serial rapists. I’d already assured her once that I wasn’t some blood-thirsty logger and didn’t need her questioning my motives.

But there was a hardware store in town. I could pick up a few things we could play with when I went into town for my supply order.

Talia would be happy to mail me things, but that’d likely take a week, so I’d have to improvise until then. I might never need them, but I wanted to ensure I was prepared if Kelly wanted to play. I texted her, knowing Tal probably wouldn’t reply until the morning. Emory had told me he often confiscated her phone in the evenings so she would sleep.

Nathan: Can you get some things together to send me? I’ll text you the address tomorrow if I need you to send it.

Her response was almost immediate.

Talia: What kind of things?

I could picture her rubbing her hands together with glee, imagining what I was requesting.

Nathan: Lube, beginner plug set, bondage tape, silk restraints, blindfold, sensory play kit, soy candles, massage oils.

The dots indicating her typing a response popped up, and I leaned against the counter as I waited for her response.

Talia: Found yourself a plaything out in the woods? Or just playing with yourself?

She followed it up with a string of crying laughing emojis, and I knew she was having a good laugh at my expense.

Nathan: Something like that.

Talia: Oh, come on. Tell me something.

Nathan: Quit being nosy.

Talia: Is it someone I know? How the hell did you pick up someone in one day?

Nathan: Sort of. She just showed up.

The dots appeared, then reappeared a few times before they went away.

Tucking my phone into my pocket, I quickly pulled on my boots, threw my coat over my open shirt, and jogged to the garage. I pulled my laptop out of the locked compartment in the trailer, taking it with me as I returned to the house.

After logging onto the internet, it only took me a half-hour to compile a list of what I needed, using the wireless connection to the printer in the living room to print it out.

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