Vandal

She grips the base of my cock with one hand while she sucks me, her other hand moving up my leg, over my hip and stopping at my abs, splaying her fingers out over my muscles.

Suddenly her mouth and hands are gone. My eyes fly open and I turn to see her walking away, out of the room.

What the fuck?

I jump up and follow her. “Hey, where the hell are you going?”

I can’t believe this. No one has ever walked away from me during sex before.

She looks over her shoulder at me as I stalk her down the hallway to the bedroom. “How does it feel to be walked away from?”

This is a first, and not something I’m about to let go. She just pushed a button she shouldn’t have pushed.

I catch her easily and wrap my arms around her from behind, pinning her against me.

“You want to play?” I whisper in her ear. “Then let’s play.” I reach into the nightstand and pull out the long black nylon rope that I hid in there a long time ago, holding her to me with my other arm. In seconds I’ve got her hands tied expertly behind her back before she even realizes what’s going on. Once tied, I turn her around to face me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demands. “Untie me.”

“Not a chance,” I say, nipping at her neck. “I was trying to go slow with you but you’ve made that impossible.” I kiss her mouth, licking her lips. I can taste myself on her. “I live for this, sweetheart. You don’t know it yet, but you need it.”

She tries to protest again but I quiet her by kissing her, my hand going up to her breast to gently pinch her nipple. She lets out a little cry.

“Now kneel,” I say.

She glares at me and doesn’t move.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. That will be the last time you ever tease me.”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice is shaky, and I think she’s probably afraid of me now, which is both good and bad.

“Show me.” I gently push her down until she’s kneeling in front of me, wobbling a little while she tries to balance herself.

With her hands tied at the base of her spine, she can only use her mouth to grab my throbbing cock. I refuse to help her. I could make this easier if I sat on the bed but now I want to teach her a lesson. Nobody fucks with me; not even her.

Now that she’s got me pissed off, her mouth feels even better. On the couch she licked and sucked me slowly and that felt fucking amazing, but now she’s sucking me hard and furious, and that’s waking up the animal in me. I wind my hand in her hair and hold the back of her neck as I thrust into her mouth, not enough to choke her but enough to let her know that I’m in charge.

I come in her mouth way quicker than I want to, but I can’t hold it back. I pull out slowly and watch her swallow, gulping and glaring at me while a drop of my cum drips down her chin. I reach down and wipe it with my thumb, then glide my thumb over her bottom lip, smearing myself on her like lip-gloss.

“We need to have a little talk,” I tell her, lowering myself down to the floor to sit with her.

“Untie me.”

“Not yet.” She glares at me but I ignore her. “Look, you know what’s going on here. The power play between a Dom and sub is a delicate balance but it can work and it can help you.”

“Dom and sub? You mean like Fif—”

I put my finger on her lips. “Don’t even say it. I need you to respect me, not provoke me. I will take care of you. I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I can get you out of this depression you’re in and all the other overwhelming feelings you have, but you have to trust me.” I reach behind her, untie her hands, and gently rub her wrists. “You have my word I won’t hurt you. Think of this as a total mental and physical vacation. You don’t have to worry about anything. Everything is my responsibility now. All you have to do is what I ask you to do.” I raise her wrist to my lips, kissing the flesh that is red from the rope. “A big part of this is giving up power, putting total trust in someone else, allowing them to take control and respecting them in return. Ya know how when you go for a long drive with someone, and you don’t have to pay attention to the road at all? You can just watch the scenery, daydream, take a nap, listen to some good tunes, and trust that they’ll get you to where you’re going safely? It’s like that.” She raises her eyebrows at me doubtfully. “Just let me drive. Can you do that?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Do you want that?”

She thinks for a moment, and I hold my breath nervously. She might say no, ask me to take her home, and I’ll never see her again.

Now that I’ve spent some time with her, I don’t want her to go.

“I think I do … yes.”

I breathe again. “Good. I want you to. I can see you’re going to provoke me because I think you like the cat and mouse. That’s fucking great, but I’m going to need to know when stop or no is what you really mean.”

“Like a safe word? I’ve read about that.”

“Yes, exactly. Pick one.”

She thinks for a moment. “Red. It means stop.”

“Red it is.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

She looks at the rope on the floor. “You’ve done this before?”

I pick up the rope and coil it neatly. “Yes. I’ve always had this … need. Craving. Fetish. Whatever you want to call it. I tie up all the women I fuck; I always have. But a lot of that was just for fun, and didn’t touch on the serious aspects of the lifestyle. I’ve never actually been in a true D/s relationship full-time though. I’ve always wanted to, but I never found the right person that I thought I could try it with. It’s complicated.”

“But you do with me? Some random girl you met in a cemetery?”

“Yes,” I reply. “Without a doubt.”

“I really don’t know much about any of this. I’m not going to be a slave.”

“Fuck no, I don’t want that either. I’m friends with this couple. The woman is president of a corporation. She has a ton of responsibility and stress—it’s fucking crazy. Like, she’s in charge of everything that goes on in that company, and she’s great at it. But when she’s home with her partner, she’s submissive and he’s the Dom. She needs that with him, because she gets to let go and relinquish control to someone she trusts and loves. She doesn’t have to make the decisions, or tell people what to do. And it feels good for her to be told what to do, to be controlled.” I study her face for a reaction or some glimmer of understanding, but she’s just tilting her head at me, listening intently, much like a child does when hearing a bedtime story. Like Katie did. “I know it’s hard to understand. Every relationship is different. It’s a total give and take.”

She nods. “That makes sense. I understand that.”

“Some people, they’re into the pain, and degradation. Like you mentioned, they want a slave, or want to be a slave. For me, it’s a mix of things.” Taking her hand, I stand and guide her onto the bed with me where it’s more comfortable. “I think what started this is my childhood. I was abused when I was young. I was beat up by my adoptive father a lot. He liked to belittle me and put me down, and not let me have anything or be able to do anything. He liked to lock me in my room alone. So I think I have a need for control now. I also hate to be touched, so I started tying girls up during sex when I was younger so they couldn’t touch—”

She interrupts me. “You don’t like to be touched? That’s kinda strange. I thought the fun part of having sex was to be touched.”

“For some people. But it’s also an incredible rush to fuck someone who can’t touch you, and on the flip side, to have sex with someone that you’re restrained from touching. Tell me, how did it feel to suck me with your hands tied behind your back?”

Her cheeks redden, and she looks down at her small, pink-tipped fingers clutching the blanket.

“Tell me,” I coax. “I need to know everything you’re feeling.”

She takes a deep breath before answering. “It was scary … but also exciting, in a really weird way. You’re gonna laugh at me for this, but I’ve always hated giving oral because I thought I was doing it wrong, or not good enough, and I had a fear of swallowing and choking.” She peeks at me from under her long, dark eyelashes. “But with you kinda demanding it, and having my hands tied, I didn’t have the chance to back out. It made it easier, as backwards as that sounds.”

“See?” I smile at her. “Giving up control and fears can be good. And it made me happy as fucking hell.”

“Did it? I really made you feel good?”

“You made me feel way better than good. I never get off that fast. You just looked so fucking beautiful, and provoking me to chase you down pushed me right over the edge.”

I’m treading on delicate ground here. Getting involved like this hadn’t been part of my plan. Not that I really had a plan. I just knew I couldn’t stop thinking about her after seeing her, and I just had to get closer to her. Feel her. Hear her. Be part of her. I wasn’t expecting to actually like her. Or to want her so fucking much. Or the possibility of her liking me. I’m fucked.

Standing, I go to my walk-in closet to get some clothes. When I return she’s staring at the wall, not blinking. A lot like Sterling does.

“I’m gonna run out for a little while.”

Her head snaps up. “You’re leaving me here?”

“Yes.” I don’t want her with me in case I run into someone who recognizes me, and I’m not ready yet to tell her I’m in Ashes & Embers, or that I’m the guy who crashed into her.

Her eyes fly to me wildly. “When are you coming back?”

“Relax. I’m just running to the store. I’m going to grab some things I need, and some clothes for you. What size are you? Little?”