51
A Pretty Prison of Silk Rope
“Firmly locked…until I am done with you,” he said as my only warning before he picked me up, tossing me up over his shoulder with one arm and making me cry out a little at the shock of both his strength and show of dominance.
“Draven I…” I started to say something but never finished when he delivered a swift smack to my bottom, making me yelp as the bite of the sting set in, something that instantly made me soak my underwear.
“Quiet!” he snapped sternly also adding to my arousal. Then he reached the edge of the bed and with a grab of my hips, he gave me another little toss. Which meant I soon found myself thrown down on the bed, bouncing once before my body settled. I was about to pull my legs up and sit up when he shook his head at me telling me no.
“Stretch out,” he instructed firmly. I swallowed hard, again wondering what I had got myself into and was this wise playing this game when he was so close to his demon? Was it something I should stop or just trust him? I had to say that right now he looked the epitome of control, so in the end this and my soaked panties was enough to convince me to play this game of his.
So, if a bit hesitant for a submissive, I finally did as I was told, being granted a nod of approval for my efforts. Draven looked down at me from the bottom of the bed where he still stood, looking the master of my body I knew he was.
I don’t know what he waited for but the second he saw me start to feel self-conscious by squirming under his intense gaze, he grinned before making his move.
“Draven?” I couldn’t help but say his name in question, making him raise his finger to his lips.
“Ssshh.” This was all the warning I got before he slowly started to crawl up the bed over me, looking like a predator coming to claim his kill before he devoured it. He finally got all the way up the bed until he was looking down at my face before he straddled my waist, holding himself above me on his knees.
“Do you trust me?” he asked me, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. I knew he didn’t want me to speak, so instead I just nodded my head making him smile before leaning down to cup my jaw in his hand before kissing me. Once he was finished and pulled back, he knew that I still wanted more because I raised myself up with his lips. He nipped at them, telling me to behave so that I would relax back to the bed.
“Good girl,” he praised when I did as I was told, then he glanced to the window for a second and by the time I did too, I saw the tasselled curtain tie drop to the floor before sliding towards his outstretched hand. If I thought it was hard swallowing before, now I was nearly gulping for breath.
“Ww…what are you planning on doing with that?” I couldn’t help but whisper as my curiosity won over his previous order.
“Well, that depends,” he told me running the silken length of rope through his strong hands.
“On?”
“You and your willingness to follow the rules,” he told me, clearly enjoying this game, making me wonder just how long he had been craving to play it with me like this.
“And they are?” I asked, just glad he was letting me speak now…or so I thought.
“Speaking without permission for one,” he said sternly making me bite my lip. His eyes homed in on the action and the purple in his eyes ignited once more.
“Now that will definitely get you punished,” he said nodding to my lip and growling the first part of this sentence. But I couldn’t help myself from asking once more,
“Punished?” He smirked this time, obviously expecting me to play right into his hands.
“Punished!” he said at the same time snapping the cord between his fists making me jump. I opened my mouth to speak again but he got there first by saying,
“Speak again and you will find out what, Sweetheart.” He grinned in satisfaction when my mouth snapped shut in a heartbeat.
“Good, you’re learning. Now, reach out with your arms above your head and hold them there. Do. Not. Move,” he ordered, making me do as he asked. Then he took the length of rope and it didn’t take a genius to know what he was going to do next, when he leant down over me, taking a wrist in his hand.
First, he lifted it to his mouth to kiss the inside of my wrist before then wrapping the silk cord around it a few times before securing it to one of the swirls of iron above me. Then he did the exact same thing to the other wrist, kissing it also after he had summoned the other curtain tie to his hand.
Once he was finished, he sat back over me to admire his handy work, then he shifted back, gripped my hips and then yanked my body hard down the bed. I gasped when the ties around my wrists tightened so that now I had nowhere to move to, meaning now he was satisfied. I knew this when he grinned at my reaction.
I kind of wished that right now I was wearing something sexy, like some lacy underwear but unfortunately, I was still in my pyjamas that had I been wearing when we were watching Jaws. But, as if reading my mind and my not so secret wishes, he put my mind at ease by granting me a moment of insight to his thoughts.
“Just look at you, looking so fucking innocent and so pure, all tied up and at my mercy…” he paused as he lowered himself down over me and he did this so he could whisper the last of his sentence over my mouth, one that opened in shock when he said,
“…My perfect little slave.” Then his tongue swept inside, tasting my gasp for himself as every sensation in my body seemed to light up just through that one kiss. He tilted his head and he rolled to the side, so he didn’t crush me. Which meant he could now use his hands on my face, tilting me further so that he could take the kiss deeper.
Once I was the way he wanted me and the best to devour me, one hand embedded itself into my hair, so he could keep possession of me for as long as he wanted, whilst his other hand slipped down from my cheek. It ran the length of my neck and down so slowly I felt myself arching up into his touch the deeper it went. I wanted it all over me, I wanted his touch everywhere. I wanted to be naked and feel his fingertips ignite my skin as he explored my body.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he told me as if reading my mind again.
“Yes,” I agreed forgetting the rules and in doing so feeling him pinch my nipple hard before twisting it through my vest.
“Aaaahh,” I moaned with both the bite of pain and injection of pure lust that action flooded my core with. Even half my body twisted as I squirmed around under his punishment.
“Legs down, be still!” he ordered but when I didn’t do it in time, he had another idea. He leant down over me, taking the nipple closest to him in his mouth. Then over the material of my vest, he took hold of the hard little bud in between his teeth. He applied a small amount of pressure at first and I didn’t realise but he was doing it to see if I would comply with his order. Then when I reacted too late he bit down harder making my legs drop to the bed and remain still.
I felt him smile around my nipple before he soothed the pain he inflicted, letting it go with a wet sound.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispered over my cheek before kissing it. Then he moved back to take the time to rid me of my clothes, ones he removed by opening the seams so that he could fix them later, knowing that they had been a gift from my mother. I don’t know why, but this tender gesture coming from such a dominant side of him, made my arousal for him increase tenfold, soaking my core and readying myself for him further.
He pulled the material from my body as if it had been an insult being there in the first place. Now leaning back, he took the time to admire my naked body from further back starting with my breasts, running a flat hand down from my neck like before, only now continuing further down, as finally, he had nothing in his way. He cupped them, as if testing their weight and the whole time looking down as though they were forbidden fruits from the Gods. Then he continued further, teasing me and building me up to a near frenzy, one that would be soon begging him to take me, punishment be damned.
“Please.” The sexual moan escaped before I could take it back and this time my punishment wasn’t delivered to my nipple but to my clit. He suddenly pinched it and continued to apply pressure to it slowly, making me scream.
“Are you sorry?” he asked in that controlled stern voice of his. I swallowed down my chosen swear word knowing that wouldn’t help me right now and went for a frantic head nod instead. His grin was all that of a sexual tyrant, and holy hell if that didn’t just end up turning me on even more! After this he released the pressure and ran his knuckle over the swollen bud of nerves making my body jolt at the sensation.
Again, my reaction pleased him, but then his gaze shifted and so did his focus. His hands started to run up my sides before resting against my belly, framing it with his big hands. I froze wondering what he was going to say next. At this early stage I wasn’t showing yet but then this had me asking myself what would Draven be like when I did? I wasn’t sure if he would like it or not, as it wasn’t exactly something that men usually found sexy...or was it?
I just didn’t know. But I also couldn’t tell what he saw in my eyes in that moment. Maybe it was all my emotions flickering by one by one, which at this stage were more questions than anything else. All of which could only be answered by him. So, I continued to hold my breath until he finally spoke his thoughts aloud.
“I cannot wait to see this sexy little body start to swell with my baby as it grows inside you. To see your breasts ready themselves for becoming a mother, filling with milk…fuck, Keira do you know how much I look forward to the sight. My hot little body, this perfection I own, seeing it changing thanks to my seed that has taken root inside you,” he said almost on a growl as if he could see for himself and the idea was turning him on. I was shocked and hated that the shadow of doubt asked myself if this would be true to life when I did actually start to grow bigger? Something must have shown in my expression as he added to this.
“I know you have no idea the amount of pleasure I find in this body as it is now, I can see it in your eyes. Just as I can see the doubt in them, for fear my thoughts might change, but I can assure you, my beautiful wife, they most certainly will not. I think you are most likely to find my insatiable need to have you will no doubt increase as your body changes, and in turn my need to explore it…in great detail,” he told me softly before coving my body in kisses, licks and little bites making me moan and tug impatiently at the ropes, my need to touch him mounting by the second. And with his sweet tender words still playing in my mind, I wanted to run my hands through his hair. To grip the strands and hold him to me so that he would never leave. I wanted every inch of my body to be used and adored by him. And I wanted the picture he painted so vividly of the future to come true.
“Please…” I pleaded pulling on my restraints, again telling him what I wanted. But this only ended up with him tutting above the line under my belly, just before he could reach my feminine mound. As this now made him want to punish me again and I knew this when he looked up at me, eyes seeping into darker purple when he said,
“I warned you sweetheart, now it’s time I really play.” This he said before diving lower and I found my legs spread, making way for his wide body in between. He held them apart by the inside of my thighs, his fingers biting into my tender flesh as his lips took possession of another tender part of me. The second his tongue swiped up the seam, I shuddered nearly coming undone just from his first taste of me. My back bowed off the bed in an arch of my spine before his hand shot out and pressed my body back into the bed forcefully.
Then he dipped lower, licking up my desire for him like a man starved and doing so at the core of me. I felt him start growling against my damp folds, before unable to help himself from swearing,
“Fuck, you taste like heaven!” he told me before going back for more, seconds later giving me what I wanted and finally letting me come. Something I did the minute he latched onto my clit and started sucking it into his mouth, stimulating it with his tongue.
“DRAVEN!” I screamed his name, fighting against him and my ropes as my body bowed up off the bed again. I don’t remember ever coming so hard in all my life and I knew this as I was still panting when suddenly he thrust into me, obviously unable to wait. I knew this when he said seconds before,
“I cannot wait any longer, I want what is mine…say it!” but I couldn’t say it because I was too busy crying out in utter bliss as he entered me, making me whole again. The connection was an instant rush of euphoric sensations as my body released another orgasm too quickly after the first, confusing me as to whether it was still one or one of many.
Then I felt him sit up, pulling my body from under my buttocks as he thrust into me, yanking on my restraints and driving my wild need even wilder.
“Draven please…please…” I started begging and he lowered me down, this time taking leisurely long strokes inside me and managing only to drive me to near insanity.
“Then say it, say you’re mine…say it!” he demanded and somewhere in the back of my fogged mind I knew if I wanted something, then I was going to have to do as he wished. So, I leant up as far as my restraints would allow and told him,
“I am forever yours!” and the second I did my ropes snapped and I was free…free to have him. I launched myself at his body, taking him off guard so that now I was on him, moving myself astride him and sitting back to ride his length like a woman possessed. He gripped my hips, holding me steady as I rolled my movements so that he was stroking every nerve, lighting them up with every stroke. I didn’t have to do this long before I felt it rising in me again and from the sounds of it, Draven was feeling the same.
“I…Gods, Keira…I…fuck!” he shouted suddenly bolting upright as he came with a roar and I followed him quickly after, screaming his name as my core rippled around his steely length. Then, as if having a thirst I couldn’t contain, I sank my fangs into his neck drinking him down and in doing so making him growl before bellowing out another release. Something I also followed him with again, when he pulled me back, so he could take a turn. Only this time it wasn’t my neck he took. No, it was my breast. The scrape of his fangs against my nipple had me crying out in bliss against his skin, as I left bloody kisses wherever my lips touched.
Finally, we came down from our sexual high together and collapsed back on the bed.
“By the Gods Keira, that was…” he couldn’t seem to find the words, which was unusual for Draven. But just before I could ask, he snagged me with a hand to the back of my head pulling me to him and saying,
“You were perfection…” I let his words seep deep within me having only a few seconds to relish them before I realised what was happening. I looked up at him and his eyes suddenly started to change, which was my only warning when I saw fire in them, before it was too late. Because now his hand was on my neck and whatever was hidden beneath his fingers was now bringing out the demon in him. A demon that now only had one more thing to say to me,
“My perfect, Wardum àm Kad nga Shi…” My mouth opened, about to plead for him to release Draven back to me, when the next words out of his demon were my first insight as to what the ancient words meant,
The ones he had been telling me all this time…
“Wardum àm Kad nga Shi…”
“…Slave that ties my soul.”