Ryder
June Gables is putty in my hands, and I don’t ever want to stop playing with her. Everything about this moment just feels right. The way she came apart in my arms is incredible. She came hard and fast and loudly, and now she’s letting me hold her, touch her, and I don’t ever want to let her go.
“Ryder,” she murmurs, and she reaches for me, kissing me. I hold her tightly, running my hands over her, and then I release her.
“All right, princess,” I tell her. “Where’s your rope?”
“Why do you think I have rope in here?” She asks quickly.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Just because my apartment is in the middle of a sex club doesn’t mean I just have rope lying around,” she says.
I just look at her.
Doms aren’t just big and bad and naughty. We don’t just walk around spanking bratty subs and making them cry our names. No, we’re more than that. We’re more dangerous than that.
We’re patient.
One of the first things I learned when I discovered BDSM was that taking care of a good sub requires an incredible, unimaginable amount of patience. No matter what I’m thinking or feeling, I must respond with patience and kindness because that is what is required of a good Dominant partner.
If a Dom loses his cool during a scene, a submissive could become seriously injured bondage and playing and kink: it’s all about having fun. Getting seriously hurt isn’t fun, which is why most serious players follow the motto of playing in a way that is safe, sane, and consensual.
An impatient Dom isn’t safe or sane.
What he does to the sub certainly won’t be consensual.
So it’s with quiet contentment that I watch June wiggle beneath my gaze. She doesn’t want to tell me where her bondage stuff is.
“Don’t tell me you’re suddenly shy,” I tease her.
“It’s just that…”
“What is it, June? What’s got you nervous?”
“I’ve never been tied up before,” she blurts out.
“What?” I laugh. “How is that possible, sweetie?”
“I’m always the one doing the tying,” she squeaks.
“So you know about bondage and how it works and how to do it safely. You’ve just never been the submissive partner in rope play. Am I understanding this right?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
“June?”
“Yes?”
“Will you trust me to be your first?”
It’s asking a lot. If you’ve never been tied up before, giving up that control to another person can be completely terrifying. It can be overwhelming and horrifying, and this is why you need to make sure everyone is sober when BDSM happens. A tipsy Dom might not notice the signs that a submissive is struggling, while a tipsy submissive might not have the will or the ability to safeword when necessary.
“I trust you, Ryder,” June says quietly, and something in my heart melts. That last little ice, that last little bit of resolve, is melting away and I don’t think it’s ever going to come back.
Not now.
“Where’s your rope, sweetie?”
“In that basket.” She points to a basket high on a shelf, and I retrieve a length of rope and come back. I position Jean on her knees and begin to carefully bind her. I have her with her arms behind her back, her breasts jutted out.
June looks beautiful, and something tells me I’m going to remember this night for the rest of my life.
She’s silent throughout the entire bondage process. She closes her eyes and her breathing deepens as I work to tie her up. My hands move on their own, methodically tying knots and running the rope over her soft, curvy body.
I realize that tonight is about more than just making love to June. Tonight is all about offering myself to her just as she’s offering herself to me. She’s so vulnerable right now as I move around her, tying her up, yet she’s not afraid. She trusts me, and as I work on tying her up, I find myself relaxing because I trust June, too. I trust her more than I’ve ever trusted anyone before.
This is why I know I have to tell her.
It’s a terrible idea.
I could lose my job over it or worse, but I can’t keep lying to her. I can’t keep pretending that I’m just some writer who moved to town to look for ideas. That’s not true. That’s not who I am. No, who I am is so much more and I really, really want June to see that. I want her to get to know the real me. I want her to discover all of my inside jokes and my favorite movies and all of the things I love and enjoy, and I want to find those things out about her, too.
“Perfect,” I murmur as I tie. June whispers something I can’t quite hear, but then I kiss her softly and her eyes flutter open.
“All done?” She asks gently.
“You look lovely,” I tell her, looking at my handiwork. June gives the ropes a careful tug, but she can’t seem to break free. Perfect. She’s exactly where I want her: bound and beautiful.
“I feel…warm,” she says, surprised.
“That’s normal,” I tell her. “Does anything feel uncomfortably tight or painful?”
She wiggles for a moment, and then she looks back up at me and shakes her head.
“No, I’m okay.”
“All right, love,” I tell her. “Then I think it’s time to play.”
June is on her knees, and I carefully move her forward so her cheek is resting on the bed and her ass is up in the air. I only tied her from the waist up, so the rest of her body is unbound and free. She’s got a round, lovely bottom and right now I have a perfect view.
Then June wiggles slightly.
“Like what you see?” She teases. I swat her playfully, and despite her recent orgasm, June groans and wiggles even more. I reach for her skin and begin to rub her: softly at first, and then more firmly.
“June,” I whisper, and I move forward to start rubbing myself against her. She lets out a hiss as I touch her. Yeah, my baby is ready for me. She’s soft and wet and as I rub against her, and then she manages to wiggle until her legs are slightly apart.
“Please, Ryder,” she whispers, begging me. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“You don’t have to, princess, because I’m going to die if I have to wait one more second to have you.”
I slide into her in one quick thrust, and June’s entire body quivers as I enter her.
“Ryder…”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”
“More,” she groans, and I thrust in and out of June as I grip her hips tightly. She can’t move as I make love to her, as I fuck her. She’s forced to remain in place and just accept what I’m offering her, and June looks more submissive and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.
I can feel her clenching around me as I move faster and faster.
“Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m not going to last long,” I warn her. June chuckles and squeezes me so tightly that I almost lose my self-control. I’m not some teenage kid, though. This isn’t my first time. This isn’t my first sexual experience.
I need to make this perfect.
June and I have been dancing around this relationship for a long time, but it’s time for us to move forward. It’s time for us to make this happen.
It’s time.
I flick my fingers over her clit and she comes again. She comes apart beautifully and this time, I come with her. I come with June, groaning through my release, and when we’re both sated, I press my lips against the back of her neck.
“You were perfect,” I whisper, and then I move to untie her. June is quiet and sits carefully as I slowly unwind the rope from her body. She doesn’t protest or complain when it takes awhile. Finally, I finish with the rope and set it aside.
“I could go for a shower,” I tell her.
“Me too,” she says.
“I’ll get it started.” I head into the bathroom and turn the water on, checking to make sure it’s at a good temperature. I turn to the mirror and splash some water on my face, but then I hear my phone ringing.
Fuck.
I hurry out to the bedroom, but I’m too late. June is sitting on the floor next to my pants holding both of my cell phones in her hands. She looks up at me, confused.
“Ryder, why do you have two cell phones?”