Ellie woke up in the middle of the night. She rolled over and found the bed empty next to her. Drowsy, she sat up. Did he leave already? Her eyes swung to the clock on the bedside table. 3 am. Wow, why would he leave this early?
A noise came from somewhere close by. It had to be him, though she paused. Could there be someone else here in this huge place? Lately, she felt like she was being watched most of the time. She knew it wasn’t logical, but she still got goosebumps at times, like eyes were on her. Ellie couldn’t explain why, so she never spoke to anyone about it. And if she had told Morgan, being so over protective the way he always was, he would assign her a bodyguard or something, she just knew this. She refused to let fear dictate her life. She shook her head and shrugged the thought off. Why would there be anyone else here? Just look at the security Morgan had installed.
Getting up, she walked to the door. Opening it, she listened.
Nothing.
She heard the noise again. She turned around and realized it came from the room next to this one. She flipped on a light and gazed around the bedroom. Her eyes landed on a door that she had assumed was a closet before.
Creeping up, she put her ear to it. There was the noise again. She quietly opened it.
In the sparse room was some odd looking equipment. Her eyes swung over to a bare chested Morgan. He was lifting a barbell. Sweat trickled down his back.
Her eyes widened. God damn, he was sexy. She watched his muscles and tendons contract and the way his leg muscles bulged. She knew he had to work out being built the way he was, but she’d never gotten to actually see him doing it. Staring, she found herself enthralled.
His back muscles all grew rigid then relaxed as he set the barbell down. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.
Ellie suddenly felt weird about watching him for so long without his knowledge. It was creepy and stalker like.
Morgan with his back still to her walked across the room to the wall.
Ellie swung her eyes up at the wall. Her brow furrowed. What is that? Some new type of weight equipment?
Morgan touched the soft looking cuffs that hung down from the ceiling on two long straps. He lowered his head and sighed.
She focused her confused gaze on the soft looking cuffs. Her eyes rounded. It was to tie someone up! She digested this for a moment. Why would those be here? She gazed around the room again and realized why she had thought the things in here were odd. She let out a gasp. It was BDSM stuff. She knew what all of it was now. Her gaze swung back over to Morgan.
He had turned around and was staring straight at her.
Oh, wow, the jig was up. She bit at her lip and finally stepped into the room. She stared around to get a better look at some of the things in the room. The weight bench was the only gym like structure in the room. Her eyes swung up to meet Morgan’s glittering steel like gaze. Is he mad that I have seen all this?
“I wanted to show you before…” His voice trailed away as he gazed around. “I suppose you have questions.” He turned his eyes to her.
Ellie gulped. “I-I’m sorry I snooped.” She lowered her gaze.
He was suddenly there right in front of her and she slowly raised her gaze.
He pulled her to him. “I’m sorry too. I wanted to…well, try stuff with you.”
“Try stuff?” she asked. “You mean this stuff?” She giggled.
He set her away. “You think it’s funny?”
Her eyes searched his. Oh, he is serious about this. She remembered him fondling the cuffs and sighing. She shouldn’t have laughed. She’d always known he was like…well one of those Dom types. Hell, she’d offered herself up to him in the new apartment a couple of months back allowing him to tie her up. Since then, he had been bold but there had never been another mention of it. OH! So, he wanted to introduce her to this and she had laughed at him? She threw her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes.
His gaze looked concerned and maybe a little afraid.
Her breath caught in her throat. He thinks I’m repulsed or something! She stepped away from him and went around him to the cuffs.
Morgan followed her quietly.
She touched them as she’d seen him do. “So, how does this work?”
He stepped really close, so close his breath hit her neck. “You…well, put the sub in the cuffs and raise…her up,” he whispered in her ear.
Shivering at his sexy, deep voice, she wondered what it would be like to be helpless to his every whim. Her panties were instantly wet. Her mind danced with visions of him ravishing her while she hung in the straps. A new gush of wetness hit her as her legs trembled a bit.
“Ellie?” he asked in her ear.
The heat from him and his scent hit her as her skin heated up. His sweat just made his scent even better, not like one would think. She wanted to lick him, he smelled so good. She would have to forgo that and try to make this happen. Turning, she stepped back in between the straps and raised her hands.
His eyes widened.
“Do me,” she whispered.
He bit at his lip now. “Ellie, you don’t have to—?”
“What? You just have this stuff but are too afraid to use it?” she challenged.
His eyes sparked at her.
Yeah, there it is. I knew he would hate that remark. “Plus, how am I to know if you can actually master me with this…” She gazed around at the equipment. “If we don’t—”
He grabbed her up and held her above him. “This isn’t a joke.”
Gasping, she peered down at him. “I know it isn’t. Set me down and feel me up. Morgan,” she instructed.
Again, he looked surprised. He slowly set her down as her body slid down his.
As her feet hit the floor, she grabbed his hand and placed it over her panties.
He looked puzzled as he pressed against the wet silk.
“Yes, turned on. SO turned on,” she supplied.
A slow smile appeared on his lips. “Really?”
Nodding, she took his finger and dipped it into her panties.
He groaned. “You’re sopping.”
“Yes, so I’m not joking.”
He pushed his hard body into her making her stumble back.
She sucked in a breath as he grabbed a wrist and cuffed it. Her heart was beating hard. She’d never done anything like this before, so it excited and scared her.
He strapped her other wrist and took a step back.
It wasn’t uncomfortable but she knew he wasn’t done yet as the straps were loose.
Morgan knelt down.
Her gaze swung down to look at the top of his dark head. She felt him grab an ankle and cuff it. Her eyes rounded. She hadn’t noticed those.
He cinched her other ankle too, and stood up.
Wow, she was tied. This was kind of surreal, as she never envisioned him and her doing this. What would be next?
Quietly, Morgan stood back and stared at her.
There go my nipples she thought as they hardened with his hot gray stare.
Suddenly, he removed his focus on her and looked around.
Ellie felt confused, as he wasn’t focused on her anymore.
He picked up a remote off a small nearby table. Clicking it, a sound could be heard like a ticking.
Ellie looked up as the straps tightened raising her up from the floor.
Morgan tapped the remote. “It works perfect.” He gazed at her. “Wow, you in those cuffs.” His eyes sparkled.
Was this happiness she saw? Yes, it is, she thought as he grinned at her.
Morgan stopped smiling. “This isn’t right.” He stepped closer and tugged on her pajama shirt. It fell away with a ripping sound.
Now all she wore were the wet silk panties. She felt the air hit her already hard nipples and they tingled now. “Oh…”
His eyes rose from her breasts to her face. “We also need to get rid of these.” He reached forward and grabbed her panties, then halted.
Ellie was breathing rapidly now with anticipation of him tearing them from her.
He smiled at her and tugged the panties up in sort of a cinch.
Her body trembled as the wet silk trapped her clit button.
“Yes…” he growled. Stepping closer, he stuck his tongue out and lapped at her nipple.
Her body visibly trembled. Yes, now this was hot.
Morgan tugged the panties again and rubbed them back and forth.
The wet friction was causing her pussy to clench as she let out a gasp. Then her eyes met his. More wetness gushed out at the fierce look he had in those steel orbs.
“You bring out the beast in me, Ellie…”
She trembled at the words and the tugging as she hung here helpless. Her fingers itched to grab him up and divest him of his boxer briefs; she lowered her gaze to the briefs in question and saw his cock was stretching them all the way out.
His gaze followed hers. He looked up at her and lowered his briefs to let his cock out to play.
Sucking in a breath at how hard and long he was, Ellie actually squirmed in the strap contraction as she licked her lips.
He reached down and gave himself a stroke.
Her eyes followed his hand. His strokes were powerful and his cock throbbed from it. Ellie gushed some more in the ruined panties
He stared into her eyes. “Yes?”
“I-I—want…”
He licked his lips. “Yes, my sweet Ellie what do you wish for me to do?” He stepped close and moved his cock to her, ripped her panties away with one tug. Placing the tip of himself on her clit, he mimicked what he’d done with the panties, rubbing the satiny tip of himself over her entire labia and clit.
“Ohhh,” she let out with a whimper. She got even wetter with this teasing and her button pulsed with the sweet sliding. Oh, wow. We have had sex a lot and I don't remember it being this hot and we haven’t even—
He lowered his hot mouth to her nipple again, sucked it in and even nibbled at it with his teeth.
The nibbles were almost painful but the pleasure he was giving her with his cock overrode that and even enhanced it.
He stopped and stepped back.
Ellie panted hard as she squirmed in the straps. No! He can't stop. Her body throbbed and yearned. She wouldn’t speak though as she remembered back when he’d said she was a natural sub and only spoke when he asked her something.
He groaned as he stared at her heaving chest and allowed his eyes to roam up along her neck to meet her gaze. “God dammit. I never knew you would be this perfect. Look at you.”
Ellie didn’t know what he meant but she knew she wanted him to touch her, take her, do anything at all to her now. Still, she remained mute even as her body screamed for more. She bit at her lip to keep from shouting, FUCK ME!
His eyes caught hers. He must have seen the lust and craving in her gaze, he stared at her mouth. His wicked grin now appeared. “Tell me.”
“Please?” she begged breathlessly.
“Please what?” he whispered as he stepped up and brushed her softness with his hard form.
He wanted her to say it. She got that, but she didn't know she would yell, “Please fuck me!”
His eyes rounded and he chuckled. “You were holding that in for a while, babe.”
Her panting slowed a bit but she replied, “YES! I want more. You’re killing me with foreplay,” the words now tumbled out.
He raised a brow and grabbed the remote.
Her eyes followed his movements; her arms were tugged a bit as her cuffed feet left the floor.
Morgan stepped back a bit and watched as her body rose up. He then clicked the remote again.
Her legs parted as the machine ticked and her thighs parted till her legs were spread.
He tapped the button and it stopped.
Her pussy was wide open to his intense gaze.
Ellie looked down and saw his cock standing straight out. She wondered what she could do to get him to…She moaned long and low as she let her head fall back.
She felt his warm hands smoothing along her inner thighs. “So beautiful, so delicate. God…” He moved up closer and tweaked her nipples.
She could feel his cock tip pressing at her entrance, she wanted it badly now. She had never been this exposed before, open, helpless and hot with need.
He smoothed his hands along her skin and took his time as if memorizing every inch of her flesh with his fingers.
By the time he was done with kneading and caressing almost her entire body, she was panting and moaning loudly her hair hung back and she squirmed. Ellie had tried to be submissive, tried to remain silent but she was going out of her mind now.
Unexpectedly, Morgan shoved into her and grabbed both of her ass cheeks in a rough grip to use them as a tow as he slammed home.
When his tip touched deep inside her, Ellie screamed and came instantly.
He pumped her hard and deep as his hold on her ass tightened. “You are mine,” he whispered as he plunged into her.
Yes, I am. She thought while she helplessly came hard and long. “Ahhh,” she finally let out when she felt his hot cum as he emptied himself into her.
“Damn it.” Morgan panted. “I wanted this to-to last longer.” He held her still and joined to him tightly as he tried to catch his breath.
Ellie could barely raise her head but she laughed. “I would have gone crazy if you had waited one more second!”
His laughter joined her as he kissed her belly. “You’re so perfect for me, sweet girl.”
Ellie felt a sort of euphoria fill her at his words. “As you are for me, Master Morgan,” she teased.
He raised his head up and stared at her. “You do know you're still strapped little slave, don’t you?”
Her giggling stopped.
He stepped away and slid out of her.
Her eyes widened as she struggled to raise her head again to see where he had gone. “Morgan?” she called.
Nothing.
He wouldn’t! He would not have just left her here, hanging by straps from the ceiling!
He appeared again carrying a wet hand towel and caught her look of panic. His eyes softened. “I would never do that Ellie. Never.” He raised the cloth. “I just wanted to clean you up.” He grinned.
“Oh!” She let a long relieved breath out.
He probed her pussy with the warm towel as she still hung there, her legs spread wide.
“Morgan ?” she asked.
“Hmmm,” he replied as he wiped her gently.
“When can we do this again?” she whispered.
He chuckled. “Oh, soon. Very soon and there are other toys here you know? Even better than this.”
Her head rose up again. “Better?” She had a hard time believing that. Her arms were tugged a bit as the ticking sound started and her legs lowered till her feet were on the floor.
Morgan stood in front of her. “You have never looked so well fucked, so sexy as you do now,” he murmured.
His tone made her skin tingle.
He seemed to snap out of it and uncuffed her.
Ellie gasped as she fell forward, her body limp as a rag doll.
Catching her, he laughed as he held her body and bent to uncuff her ankles. He swung her up into his arms.
Ellie nuzzled his neck, grateful that he was as strong as he was, because there was no way she was leaving this room under her own steam.
He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered in a low serious tone, “Thank you, Ellie.”
Ellie felt tears in her eyes. He was thanking her? For what he just did to her mind and body she should be thanking him. He’d again taken her further than she ever dreamed possible. She said nothing though, as it was one of those times when a guy says something incredible and sweet, so you should just shut the hell up.
Silent, Morgan carried her back to their room.