Four Erotic Series Collection: Bounds Of Passion, Sexed Up/Tied Down, Spectacular Stranger, The Proposition Page 3

  Lydia gasped and stumbled forwards as hot pain coursed from her backside to her sex in a fluid movement unknown to her before.

  “What was-” she started to say before the second blow landed, almost directly on top of the first. She cried out as what felt like a red-hot poker was pressed against her and released just as quickly. Lydia’s nerves became inflamed and on-edge, waiting for the next blow, which came immediately. Blood rushed to the surface of her responsive skin, and she felt her sex opening and pulsing as her backside heated up.

  “What IS that?” she gasped, longing to touch her bottom, her sex and her dominant man.

  “A leather belt,” came the short reply, followed by another stroke that made Lydia rise onto her toes from the force of it. She strained against her ties, feeling the pull on her neck and decided against trying it further. The whips of the belt came rhythmically, again and again until the pain lost its sharpness and dulled. She could hear Jack’s ragged breathing from the exertion as he dropped the belt with a clink. Her bottoms seemed to be swollen and pulsing from the beating and she longed to run her hands over it – to feel the damage, and to move her hands to her clitoris and cunt, both of which were swollen, begging for release.

  Jack could be heard in the blackness pulling something along the ground, and his hand grasped Lydia’s arm suddenly.

  “Sit down,” he said sternly, and Lydia did so, feeling to her surprise and relief that the seat was cool and soothing to her wounds. She sat awkwardly on the backed chair; her arms still tied behind her made it awkward to sit properly, but she did not consider her troubles for long, for Jack’s hand was on the back of her head now, pulling it towards a new task.

  Chapter Three

  Lydia felt the hot head of Jack’s cock bump against her cheek and she opened her mouth slightly, wondering if she was to receive it. The salty intrusion that opened her jaw fully confirmed it, and she let Jack enter her mouth at his pace, feeling the heat of his glans run over her tongue, and back, towards her tonsils. She swallowed expertly, feeling the secret delight she always did when she was able to deep-throat her lovers. She felt the thick head of Jack’s erection slip down her throat and when her nose made contact with his body and she knew he was completely inside her; her mouth and her throat were full of him, and she swallowed around the mass inside her, feeling every little bit of him. Jack hissed in pleasure as she did so, and began to move himself inside her mouth.

  Lydia felt her sex tremble and open in response to Jack fucking her mouth. She licked the shaft of his erection, tasting the bitter taste of his pre-cum and sweat. Jack’s hand was on her head, and despite her lack of vision, she felt safe and only mildly unsatisfied. What she wished for was for the trusting cock to leave her throat and enter her cunt instead.

  As if sensing her need, Jack withdrew with a shudder from Lydia’s mouth, leaving saliva and pre-cum filling her mouth, which she promptly swallowed, tasting the man she desired so much. There was the sound of another object being dragged, and then Lydia was brought to her feet, stumbling and gasping.

  “What’s happening?” she asked, turning her head as if she could make the blindfold disappear.

  “What you want,” came the soft reply, and Lydia felt herself being turned to face the other way, and Jack’s strong hands bringing her closer to him. She could feel the heat of his body on her skin, although she could not see him, and she wondered what was to happen next, before those same strong hands squeezed her wounds of beating and she cried out.

  “Ah! That feel hot!” she wriggled slightly in his grasp.

  “And does it hurt?” he asked.

  “Yes, it does,” she said truthfully.

  “And… how does this feel?” without warning, two biting clamps were clipped into Lydia’s nipples and she squealed, trying to bring her hands to her breasts, forgetting they were tied together.

  “Ouch! That really stings!” she said, squashing her breasts together with her arms in an effort to prize off the clamps.

  “Come here,” Jack pulled her towards him backwards and the backs of her legs met his knees. She realised he was seated and, ignoring the bite of the clamps on her sore nipples, swung a leg over his and backed up, so, if he wished, he could penetrate her and bury his cock, wet from her mouth, inside her open and ready cunt.

  Jack reached up and teased Lydia’s nipples for a moment, toying with the clamps and twisting them so his submissive gasped and moaned in pain and pleasure. The bite of the clamps was sending electrical darts of pleasure running from Lydia’s breasts, down to her clitoris, which pulsed in the same rhythm as her pinched nipples. Jack kept one hand busy tormenting Lydia’s breasts, and put the right amount of pressure on her hips to indicate she should lower herself.

  Though she could not see, Lydia seductively dropped herself, ready and waiting for the moment the lips of her sex would touch the head of Jack’s cock. She heard Jack make a small noise of appreciation at the sight of her coming to envelope him, and then the heat of the man’s still-wet glans graced her labia ever so slightly.

  It was enough to make Lydia’s knees wobble – she was going to have the man who had given her the best fuck of her life back inside her. With no further pause, she descended quickly, her cunt eating up his cock and swallowing it deep inside. She deliberately made herself feel every inch of him, riding his length, up and down for a few moments before taking all of him inside.

  She gasped in release, feeling her sex swimming and fluttering around Jack’s cock. She knew it was close for him, too, as he was flinching and hardening still further inside her. She wasted no time, and moving her pelvis as best she could with her hands tied behind her back, began to earnestly fuck him. His cock moved inside her so slickly he could have been moving in water, and she felt the delicious rub of his glans against her g-spot and she used her muscles to thrust him in and out of her.

  Jack reached around and found Lydia’s clitoris – so swollen and engorged it flinched away from his touch, but wetting his fingers with her moisture, he flicked and slid over the point of pleasure as Lydia’s hips moved to the approach of their joint climax.

  It was a shocking moment for Lydia – never before had she come at the same time as a man, and never had she orgasmed when she was on top. Then, she did both, feeling the heat and power and Jack ejaculated deep inside her, his semen running out of her as she came to her own climax, bucking her hips and crying out as wetness, pleasure, heat and pain became one single journey to a place she had never been before.

  Chapter Four

  “Will you stay?” Jack untied the blindfold and let it fall to the floor gently. Lydia’s eyes cracked open and she stayed still as jack undid the rest of her bonds.

  “Stay?” she asked, confused.

  “Stay the night,” Jack unwrapped Lydia’s neck and hands, flinging the fabric away. He wrapped his arms about her and gave her a little squeeze under her breasts.

  “Is that part of the contract?” Lydia wondered if there was a part she had mis-read and started to sweat at the thought of having to take up permanent residence in Jack’s house.

  “No,” he replied. “It isn’t. I just… thought you might like to stay?” and he looked into her grey eyes as she turned, still seated on his lap, the mess of their fucking smeared over his legs.

  “Well, I don’t have anything to wear,” Lydia smiled. “So I won’t be getting a cab home.”

  “Brown will get you something,” Jack waved his hand dismissively. “But I wasn’t thinking you’d need pyjamas tonight,” and his hands toyed playfully with Lydia’s public hair, turning it into a tiny Mohawk.

  Lydia considered. She had read up on sub and dom relationships, and she was aware that romantic attraction often ruined the sexual element of those attachments. Still, the way Jack held her now was so peaceful and so relaxing, she could have stayed there all night, even with the wetness of his semen dripping out of her. It was a curious existence, both sexual and removed from the world.

  “Su
re,” she heard herself saying. “I’ll stay.”

  *

  In the large bath, the young woman felt her wounded bottom wincing through the heat of the water. She had had a good look at herself in the full-length mirror, and was amazed at the red, angry slash-like marks across her buttocks. She was also amazed at how much she liked the look of them, and how much she had been turned on as the memory of the pleasurable heat and pain had rushed back to her mind. She loved looking at the marks and was almost sorry when the bath was full and she could soak some of the pain away.

  Jack knocked at the door and she hesitated before calling:

  “Come in?”

  Jack entered, carting a tray with grapes, cheese and a glass of wine on it. He pulled up a chair and balanced the tray across it. “For you,” he said, and then looked somewhat uneasy as if unsure he should stay.

  “Aren’t you having anything?” she asked, reaching for a piece of cheese.

  “I never eat after fucking,” he said, leaning against the tiled wall. “That’s why I’m so thin.”

  “Har har,” Lydia snorted, biting into the rich slice of cheese. It was delicious. “Maybe I should start doing that.”

  “Absolutely not, I forbid it,” Jack snapped, frowning severely. “You must stay as you are – toned, but curvy. You make an ideal submissive – I shall miss breaking you in.”

  “What do you mean? Are you giving me away?” Lydia nearly choked on a grape.

  “I mean,” her dom said with a grin. “Your initiation is nearly over, and we must draw up a new contract for the next stage of your relationship, should you wish to continue it” Jack’s eyebrows rose and he folded his arms.

  Lydia considered. There was pain, yes, but there was pain in every relationship, and perhaps this physical pain was easier to bear than an emotional one. Jack was handsome, rich and gave her mind-blowing orgasms, but he enjoyed hitting her with sticks and who knows what else was to come? Her nipples peaked at the memory of those biting clamps.

  “I… What would happen to me? Would I change?” she wondered out loud.

  “You already have,” Jack answered softly. “Forever, and you always will be this new person. Can you feel it in you? The joy of my forbidden world? I want to swim in those waters with you, Lydia. You are a beautiful submissive, and I want to show you the limits of what pleasure can be,” he leant on the bath with his forearms to their heads were nearly touching. “Will you?”

  Lydia looked into those deepest of deep blue eyes and fell into them; fell into the waters of BDSM and drowned. “Yes…” she whispered, taking her life into her own hands and planting a kiss onto Jack Riding’s perfect cupids’ bow mouth. She froze in the act, horrified that she, as a sub would do something so dominant, and then she felt him begin to kiss her back…

  Book 3: Bound To Fall

  Chapter One

  As Lydia Westwood locked lips with Jack Riding, she felt something shift in their relationship. Although they had fucked each other, there had always been an underlying note of fear in Lydia’s belly when they met outside of the decorated room in Jack’s house. But now, naked in the bathtub, kissing the handsome man she called her dom, those tiny, final threads of fear unravelled and disappeared down the plughole. She felt free.

  Jack broke the kiss and stared hard at his submissive woman, who stared back not defiantly, just searchingly. The man’s eyebrows twitched and he seemed to come to some internal decision.

  “There are hot towels on the drying rack,” he said, nodding at the heated coil mounted on the wall. He stood and smiled politely before closing the bathroom door behind him.

  Alone in the water, Lydia badly wanted to giggle and dipped her sensual lips under the water to hide her smile from the room. It had been a risk, but unless Jack was doing extremely well as hiding his disapproval, she was not in any sort of trouble. She had a small victory, and she was willing to play for more, as long as she could stay attached to her dom as a willing, pleasurable and useful submissive woman. She smiled in her watery world and dipped her long, dark hair under the water. Her sex was still open from the night’s activities and she tested the flesh with a finger. Still responsive, and yet… pleasuring herself now felt like cheating, and she wondered where she was to sleep that night; her first night in the house of her dom. It was so exciting she shivered, despite the warmth of the water. She was eager to be out now, and pulled the plug.

  *

  Jack’s butler, Brown was waiting for the young woman on the landing when she appeared in the black silk kimono Jack had left for her. The fabrics in Jack’s house were luxurious – fluffy towels that seemed to be made of clouds, and a silk wrap that clung to Lydia’s every softness, emphasising her breasts and making her waist seem ever more defined and sexual.

  “This way, Miss,” Brown lead the way across the long landing, past the room with the BDSM equipment, and to a nondescript white door, which he knocked upon.

  “Come in,” came Jack’s voice, and Brown went in first to announce Lydia.

  “Miss Westwood, sir.”

  “Very good, Brown, you may lock up for the night,” Jack was wearing a similar robe in dark blue to match his eyes, and was sitting in a comfortable-looking, squashy chair, reading an e-reader with a mystified look on his face.

  “Thank you, sir,” and with a polite nod, the butler closed the bedroom door and his footsteps could be heard padding down the stairs.

  “Thank you for this,” Lydia said, indicating the robe. Jack nodded, rising from the easy chair he had been sitting in. He put the reader down and ran a hand over his dark blonde head.

  “It suits you,” he replied, coming closer to her. “Turn for me?” it was a question, not a demand, and Lydia pirouetted girlishly, making the robe fan out like a skirt. Jack laughed and embraced her. He smelled of fresh washing and that untouchable manly smell that is somewhere between sweat and aftershave, yet neither of the two. Lydia rested her dark head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Their earlier scene had tired her more than she realised and she longed to sleep against this man – to have him hold her and wake up with him in the morning together.

  Jack must have read her mind. “Shall you sleep with me?” he asked.

  Lydia nodded. “Yes… I’m totally fucked,” she looked up, grinning. “Ok, poor choice of words, maybe.”

  “Very apt, I’d say,” Jack said, taking her hand. “You have been totally fucked, as have I. Sleep now, and then we shall resume later.”

  “Resume?” Lydia stood as jack pulled the heavy cover back for her to slide into bed.

  “Our scene,” he said, undoing his robe at the waist. “And I have a special event for us to take part in tomorrow.”

  “What’s that?” Lydia felt nervous at the mention of an ‘event’.

  “We’re going to a club, my club,” Jack explained, dropping his robe to the ground. Lydia fought to keep her eyes on his face and not his toned body.

  “A BDSM club?”

  “Of course,” he said, climbing into the bed. Lydia undid her robe and frowned a little.

  “Will I have to… do anything?”

  “I hope eventually you’ll take part of your own accord,” he yawned. “However tomorrow night is simply for observation, and for you to complete your initiation,” he smiled, as she climbed, naked into the large bed.

  “What will I see?” she asked.

  “Oh, it is an ordinary night, tomorrow,” he said, turning the bedside lamp off. “Nothing too unusual, and I must ask you to remain silent at all times – I’ll remind you of this later as well. It is a written rule about such events.”

  “And I don’t have to do anything?” she asked again.

  “Not if you don’t want to,” he said. “However, if the urge to participate in a scene takes you, you may ask my permission to join,” and he turned to rest in the spoon position with Lydia in front of him, wrapped in his strong arms. Arms that not three hours ago had been striking her with a belt, and then holding her down and fuck
ing her, were now gentle, warm and comforting.

  Lydia pressed her back against Jack’s front, feeling the softness of his flaccid cock against the crease of her buttocks that still stung from their beating. It was a moment of silence in the noise of their relationship, but as she fell asleep, Lydia could not help but look forward to what the following night would bring.

  Chapter Two

  The next evening, Lydia came out of the en suite to find a designer dress hanging on the full-length mirror, the tags having been carefully snipped out. She caught Jack’s eye and he nodded at the garment.

  “For me?” she asked, taking it down, still swinging on the hanger.

  “Of course,” Jack’s dark blue eyes crinkled with a smile as Lydia gaped at the dress. “Is it the sort of thing you like?”

  “Like it? It’s fucking gorgeous!” Lydia put the hanger over her head and checked how it looked on her. She realised she was being terribly domestic and tried to lift it back over her head. The coat-hanger hook stuck in her hair.

  “Try not to rush what you do,” Jack said, untwisting her hair from the hook. “Tonight is special to your initiation and rushing will not help matters,” he surveyed his submissive. “Will you wear that dress tonight?” he asked.

  “Try and stop me,” she answered, trying to decide between two designers who called the dress their own the most. She was about to ask, and thank Jack for the gift, but when she turned, he had vanished.

  Privacy? That’s hardly necessary, she thought, starting to change. Her hair and makeup she had had done that day at a department store. She felt very glamorous – a far cry from her days wearing basketball trainers and jeans.