Good morning, dear readers. You have all been unbelievably kind about me posting my work. Unfortunately, life has a way of interfering and I need to pause the story for a bit while I straighten out other areas of my life. I will take an indefinite haitus after today's post. I hate to disappoint everyone, but I need to prioritize other things until I get back on track. Thank you for reading. I hope to continue this soon as soon as things settle down. I hope you understand.
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I walked into Ash Keiff’s apartment building—and stopped.
The door at the top of the stairs was closed this time—and he had left a note taped to the outside of the door facing the stairs.
Did he cancel our meeting? Why wouldn’t he just text me to tell me?
He texted me earlier to tell me to wear casual clothes again—nothing fancy. He didn’t give me any other clue about what to expect.
I climbed the stairs and read the note.
Walk in and stand where I told you to stand last time. From now on, you’ll enter through this door without knocking and stand in the same place without waiting for me to tell you to do it.
Those words sent a torch of fire through my insides. This changed things. I couldn’t exactly define what it changed, but he was escalating this…..whatever it was.
Dynamic. That’s what people in the BDSM world called this kind of dominant/submissive relationship. Ash and I were in a dynamic. I just couldn’t define exactly what that dynamic was.
I guess I had to admit that he was dominant and I was submissive. That much was obvious. I just wasn’t his submissive.
I took the note off the door and walked into the apartment. He sat in the same place on the couch facing the door with one ankle propped on his knee and one arm draped over the back of the couch.
He locked eyes on me with that look that told me exactly what was about to happen.
I shut the door behind me and stopped in the place that he told me.
“There will no time limit tonight—or any time after this,” he began. “From now on, the minute you walk through that door, you will obey me in everything and submit to everything I do and say without question. You’ll be free to raise any objections here—when you first walk in. We’ll talk here about what we’re going to do—and I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. You can raise any objections or ask any questions here. Other than that, you’ll submit to me for as long as you’re in this apartment. Is that clear?”
I gulped. So this was it. We were crossing that line. “Yes,” I quavered. “It’s clear.”
“Do you have any questions now?”
A million questions rushed into my mind. Did he ever plan to have sex with me? Did he ever plan to kiss me? Would he ever let me touch him—or do anything else to him?
What did it really take to be his submissive? Did he love his submissives—or did he just use them? Did anyone hold that place in his heart—the place he was starting to hold in mine?
I couldn’t bring myself to ask any of those questions—not now—so I just said, “No.”
“We’re going to take things further tonight,” he told me. “You’ll be completely naked this time and I will penetrate you—but only with my fingers and maybe some small objects. I’ll keep my clothes on the whole time so you won’t have any kind of genital contact with me. Is that clear?”
I could barely bring myself to nod. Should I be happy about this?
He took this teaching, protective role over me. He never took it further. He never made this about any kind of romantic relationship between us. It was almost like a business transaction for him.
Did he want that kind of romantic relationship—or did he just want to play around with me and make me have all these orgasms by myself without ever touching me?
I shifted my weight from one foot to another waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing prepared me for the moment when it did.
“Have you ever had multiple orgasms?” he asked.
My head shot up. “What?”
“Multiple orgasms,” he repeated. “More than one orgasm either in the same sexual encounter or more than one per day. Do you ever have more than one at a time?”
“Um….no……I never have.”
He just dipped his chin once. “I didn’t think so. Go upstairs to the bedroom where you stayed last week. Take off all your clothes, fold them on the chair, put your shoes under the chair, and lie down on the bed on your back in the very center of the bed.”
He clipped off his words in that short, commanding tone that left absolutely no wiggle room to question his order.
I turned away and headed for the stairs. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure where they were, but it didn’t take me long to find them.
I went into the bedroom and got to work. My heart pounded while I took my clothes off. Part of me dreaded what Ash would do when he came up here, but he basically already told me.
He would touch me—and penetrate me with his fingers and maybe some small objects—but that was it. He would try to make me have multiple orgasms, but he would probably fail.
Orgasms were a one-time thing for me. They always had been. My body was just wired that way.
I folded my clothes on the chair, put my shoes under the chair, and stretched out naked on the bed.
I stared up at the ceiling with my pulse racing. Something huge was about to happen. Something huge always happened when I visited Ash.
I only knew one thing about all of this. I would come out the other end of this a completely different person.
I had no idea who I would be then, but I couldn’t stop this until it came to its natural conclusion. This path or whatever it was—this was the direction I was supposed to be going now.
I waited for what seemed like hours, but it was probably no more than a few minutes.
I heard him coming up the stairs and then he walked into the room.
I forced myself to stare at the ceiling while he paced around and around the bed a few times inspecting me with that hard, unwavering glare of his.
He always did this at the start of our sessions. His gaze made me feel small and vulnerable, but I was already starting to get used to that, too.
I just had to lie here and wait for him to tell me what he wanted me to do.
I no longer believed he would be capable of hurting me. He kept every promise he ever made to me.
He swore he would never hurt me unless I specifically asked him to. He wouldn’t break that promise, either.
He paced around the bed again and stopped near the headboard by the lamp. I didn’t let myself see what he was doing.
He bent over, pulled something from behind the bedside table, and started attaching another cuff to my left wrist.
This cuff was made out of black leather with soft, sheepskin padding on the inside. He clipped another snaffle hook to the D ring and pulled on something.
It cinched tight and straightened my arm over above my head.
Then he did the same thing to my left ankle. These cuffs must be attached to some anchor points under the bed.
He walked around the bed restraining all four of my limbs. He left me lying spread-eagled with both arms and both legs stretched to the limit.
He returned to the bottom of the bed and stood there beyond my feet and directly between my legs.
He surveyed my helpless body from the vantage point directly in line with my exposed pussy. He could see absolutely everything with nothing in the way to block his view.
I couldn’t look at him. I concentrated on a spot on the ceiling. I couldn’t take seeing any kind of disapproval, disappointment, or annoyance in his face right now.
He startled me into paying attention when he took a step toward the bed, sank his weight onto one knee on the mattress, and crawled up my body.
I froze when I saw him coming closer, but he moved too fast. I braced myself for him to attack me—and he dove his face into my neck the way he did last time.
He straddled his knees on either side of my ribs and mauled his hot mouth up my neck to my ear and down. His teeth sank into my skin and set off a lightning bolt of sensation that actually made me scream.
That charge of power skyrocketed me into a dizzy tornado of ravenous lust. I wanted him to attack me—for real. I wanted him to attack me exactly the way I just braced myself to prepare for.
He gnawed up to my ear, exhaled one scorching, ragged breath of pure animal madness into my brain, and crawled down to my collarbone.
Every torturous dragging flame of his lips on my skin sent me into a thrashing convulsion of insatiable need. My body exploded—but I couldn’t touch him. I couldn’t do anything with my arms and legs tied like this.
He bit down my neck, up to my chin, across my chest, and up the other side of my neck to my other ear.
Every kiss—every mouthful—every bite—each one rocketed me out of my mind until I whined and screamed for him.
I thrust my body up trying to touch him any way I could—but he still wore all his clothes. He wouldn’t take them off.
Knowing I could never have him tore me apart—and it also made me achingly hungry for him. He would never satisfy that desire—not ever.
He grabbed a handful of my hair to hold my head down while he took one blistering mouthful of my neck after another. He held me there while he worked his way down to my chest.
He let go of my hair when he got to my breasts, but he clamped his hand on my shoulder instead like he really did need to hold me down.
He would. He didn’t need to tie me up. He could have held me down and taken me like he did in all my forbidden fantasies.
He sucked, nipped, and flicked my nipples with his tongue to make me howl and sob in naked lust. The dripping ache between my legs escalated to the breaking point.
I actually felt in that moment that I might have an orgasm just from all these torrential sensations rushing through me.
He tore off my nipple and left both of them tingling and wet from his saliva. His sucking mouth made them hard and sensitive to the slightest movement of air across my skin.
He left a trail of blistering kisses down my stomach and sank his whole hot, greedy mouth between my legs.
I really did scream when he licked me the first time. As wolfish and devouring as he had been before, he backed off instantly and gave me only the lightest licks at first.
I bucked against the ropes trying to shove my trembling flesh down on his face, but he only backed off and left me sobbing in miserable need.
He slowed down so much I really felt like I might start crying if he didn’t finish me off right this minute.
He didn’t. He swirled his tongue in my delicate tissues and made me yelp every time he teased my clitoris.
I collapsed on the bed, turned my face away, and moaned in agony. The feeling of him licking me actually hurt. It hurt worse than any torment I could remember. I needed him so bad.
He built up slowly eating me harder and faster until he took big mouthfuls of my flesh, sucked the juices off them, and then dove in to maul me.
I screamed as the energy picked up momentum to an unstoppable tide. He hooked his arms around my thighs and lifted my flesh into his greedy mouth.
He devoured me in every bigger mouthfuls until he burrowed all the way into me rooting like an animal.
I bucked against his face screaming in desperation. My body strained out of control—and then I exploded in his mouth.
He gobbled every ounce of my flesh as I thrashed, screamed, and bellowed on the bed. The unstoppable cataclysm blasted me apart the way all my orgasms did when I was with him.
He kept going until I collapsed shuddering and shaking on the bed. He eased off to light, gentle, tender licks again. Each flicker of his tongue sent another shockwave through me.
He sat up, wiped the juices off his chin, and reared onto his knees.
He passed his warm hands up and down my body in long, comforting waves sweeping up to my breasts, down my sides, and onto my thighs.
That touch brought me back to earth, but his hands didn’t let me relax completely.
He gripped my breasts and pinched my nipples in ways he never did before. He never touched me like this before.
He massaged my thighs in deep, comforting grips, worked higher up toward my slit, and then rubbed his palm into my saturated mound.
His heat radiated into me and both soothed me and turned me on at the same time.
He rubbed his flat fingers into my clitoris, but he only did it a few times before he pushed back and stood up next to the bed.
I shut my eyes and turned away whimpering as the last ebbs of climax died away. I needed to curl up in a ball and go to sleep. I needed him to hold me, cover me with a blanket, and let me rest after that orgasm.
He moved off and turned his back on me. I couldn’t look at him. He didn’t untie me. He didn’t even seem to notice my distress.
I wilted in relief when he turned around—but he still didn’t untie me.
I jolted when he passed something down my body. It tickled.
My eyes shot open and I realized he was teasing me all over with a feather duster.
He held it on the end of a long handle. He could stand at the edge of the bed and pass it up and down my skin without bending over.
He swirled it around my breasts, under my chin, and down to my sensitive trembling mound.
He stroked the feathers between my legs and made me jolt as another flame of excitement electrified me.
The feathers felt like his tongue between my swollen pussy lips. I yelped—and then he went back to passing the feathers up my stomach.
He tickled my sides, aroused all my most sensitive areas, and flicked the feathers across my erect nipples again.
I convulsed on the bed between an inescapable desire to get free and getting impossibly turned on—even more turned on than I was before. How was this even possible?
He put the feather duster down without explaining anything to me. He didn’t have to explain. He did what he wanted.
He did something else under the bed down there beyond my feet. I didn’t see what it was until he sat down on the bed next to me.
He picked up whatever it was and turned it on. It was a wand vibrator.
He took hold of a handful of my hair behind my neck, clenched down hard, and pulled my head around to face him. “Look at me, baby. You look at me and show me how much you want this.”
I gasped and then whined in agitation when he jammed the vibrator right up against my clitoris. The vibrations spread outward and drilled into me with unbelievable power.
“Cum for me,” Ash murmured. “I want to see you cum. That’s right. Do it for me. You want to obey me, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I choked.
“Cum for me.” He rotated the vibrator in a circle and I screamed again when it came to rest on my clitoris for the second time.
The vibrations felt so different from his mouth—or anything else he ever did to me. They burrowed deep into my being.
They infected me with an irresistible urge to fuck something. I needed something thick, fat, and hot inside me right now. I needed it real bad.
His eyes went hard again. I struggled against the urge to fall apart and start crying, but this aching need wouldn’t let me. It wouldn’t let me look away from those eyes.
He was right. I wanted to obey him even if I didn’t know how to have another orgasm. I never had more than one orgasm. That just didn’t happen to me.
I convulsed on the crest of a huge wave, but it wouldn’t break. The vibrator kept driving the wave higher and higher, but it wouldn’t release no matter how hard I tried.
I needed something else—something to make it happen.
“Cum for me, baby,” Ash murmured again. “Come on. Give yourself to me.”
I grimaced and almost burst into tears. I couldn’t do it, but I didn’t dare to tell him that.
He must have seen something wrong, because right then, he dove his face into my neck again.
He buried his mouth, nose, and eyes into my hair and his breath blew through my hair to flood my neck.
That feeling of him on top of me burst the dam apart. I screamed and then dissolved in a hideous orgasm that demolished my whole being.
This was so much bigger and more devastating than the orgasm I had in his mouth.
I shrieked and bellowed in his ear. I turned aside and plastered my head against his so I could feel him right there next to me.
I needed him. I needed to hold onto him for some solidity in this storm.
He stayed down there for a long time—long after I stopped screaming and roaring in his ear. Maybe now he would hear how much this shattered everything I knew about myself.
He switched off the vibrator, but he didn’t sit up right away. He let his weight rest on top of me in a comforting kind of embrace.
I drifted out of the clouds and floated in a daze. Now I really needed to lose consciousness for the next twelve hours before anyone asked me to function.
Ash stayed where he was for so long that I really started to believe he might be done. Maybe he was tired and wanted to go to sleep, too.
No such luck.
He sat up, but instead of standing up and moving around the room, he propped himself up on his hands and knees above me.
I dragged my sex-drunk eyes open to find him staring at me at close range.
I couldn’t figure out what his expression was trying to communicate—until he raised one hand and placed it on my quivering, sensitive tissues.
He rubbed his flat fingers over my clitoris again—just enough to flood me with another delirious wave of pleasure.
“Give me this,” he breathed. “Give me what I want. This is all mine.” He slid two thick, muscular fingers into me. “Do you feel that?”
I gasped again and wound up moaning as he thrust it in, but he did it gently.
The delicate nerve endings of my saturated, swollen flesh responded to him instantly, but my nerves wouldn’t function.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “You feel so good. You’re delicious. Do you know that? Do you know how much I want to be inside you right now?”
He never said anything like that to me before, but I couldn’t appreciate the compliment. His fingers gave me no peace.
His arm and shoulder muscles strained and bulged when he drilled his fingers in. My inner channel spasmed around his fingers—and then he rotated on top of me.
He planted his knees between my thighs and pressed his leg against my pussy with his fingers still buried inside me.
His leg crushed his hand all the way in and he rocked his hips in a wicked fucking motion.
He locked his eyes on me. “Do you feel that?” He panted slightly at the end of every sentence. “Do you feel me fucking you like that? Cum for me. Let me feel you cum when I fuck you like this. Come on. I want to see how much you want me.”
I howled again as another brutal wave of passionate longing enveloped me. His body carried me on its own rhythm.
This wasn’t his fingers filling me up. It was him.
His clothes evaporated. He was on top of me jamming me full of his cock and making me cum as never before.
This was as close as I would ever get to actually having sex with him. I better make it count while it lasted.
He flexed his hips. That undulating rhythm traveled down his body. It mesmerized me with how powerfully sexual he was.
What would it feel like to really fuck him—to really feel his thick meat in me and throbbing as he built up to release?
My eyes rolled back in their sockets thinking about it. I fought to bring my vision back into focus so I could look at him, but the whole vision took over my mind.
He tied me up and fucked me. He used me the way he wanted—the way I wanted.
This was my fantasy coming true, right here and now.
I erupted in another orgasm. “Yes!” he bellowed down at me. “Yes! Come on! Cum for me! Come on! Do you feel that? You’re mine! This is mine!”
I screamed again and drown out whatever he said next. His body kept rippling down to his hips in magical thrusts to drive his fingers deep into my core.
I spasmed so hard I lost track of where I was and what was happening. I convulsed again and again until he pulled his hand out and lowered himself on top of me.
His hand migrated to my hair and he buried his face in my neck again. He didn’t try to get up and now I felt his full weight resting on top of me.
His weight felt so damn good. He was right here with me. I couldn’t hold him, but he was here.
He lay on top of me exactly the way he would if we really did just have sex. It was good enough the way it was.
In a minute, he rolled off me, but he didn’t get off the bed. He stretched out next to me, twisted back, and did something to release the rope binding my left wrist.
He did the same thing to my right wrist and then sat up to untie my legs. He didn’t take the cuffs off.
He lowered himself down on the bed next to me where he was lying before, pulled me onto my side, and folded me in his arms.
I huddled into his chest, shut my eyes, and let the last trace of consciousness go. I could finally take shelter in him and block out everything else.
End of Chapter 5.
