Matthew grabs my ass and pulls me against his body so I can feel his erection, and the vibration ticks up one more time. “Yes,” he says, and he kisses me.
I come apart in his arms, the orgasm shuddering through me like an earthquake. Quiet shaking at first and then a roar and earth-shattering pleasure. It crackles up my spine and through my mind and it’s dripping down my legs and I can’t breathe. It’s even better than the first time.
It’s hard to come down from that. Matthew lets me down from the chain and steadies me while he releases my feet and scoops me off them. I’m carried across the room and laid on a padded surface. “What are we doing?” I ask, and my voice is rough with my orgasm.
Matthew just smiles. “More.”
The rest of the lingerie is slipped down my legs, and I feel him move my ankle and I hear the clink of metal again. I try to move my leg, but it doesn’t move. My mind is suddenly clear again, and I sit up as he binds my other ankle. “You’re tying me up again?” It makes me more nervous than I want to be, even though I know he won’t hurt me.
“Problem?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Wrapping my arms across my chest, I look down. The words are up on my lips, and he did ask for honesty. “It wasn’t sex before.”
The table splits between my legs. Matthew pulls the wings apart so my legs are spread and he steps up between them. Since his cock is perfectly aligned with me, I know exactly what this table is meant for. “When I asked you what turned you on about Karen and Greg, you said you didn’t know.”
“I don’t.”
Fingers tease the skin of my waist. “I think you do, and don’t want to admit it. I think,” he says, bending to lick the skin at my collarbone, “that seeing Karen bound, helpless and vulnerable, made you wet, and made you want to feel the same way.” I look away toward the windows and the setting sun, and don’t answer. “Do you want to have sex with me, Emma?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
“Yes, Sir.”
I hear the hiss of fabric, and look back to see Matthew’s shirt slip to the floor. I’m completely distracted by his body. I’d felt it against me, but I was so focused on other things that I didn’t realize how…built he is. Muscles on top of muscles. Muscles in places that I didn’t realize you could have muscles. I reach out to touch him and he catches my hand. “You have a couple of options, and I’ll be nice and let you choose.”
I swallow. “Okay.”
“First option. You admit that you are a sub, that you want this and me, and you lose the bet.”
An unexpected laugh bubbles up through me and it erases all the tension that I’ve been feeling. “No way.”
He smiles, too. “I didn’t think so. Second option, you use your safe word and we say that we’ve had enough for the night.”
My stomach falls, and I shake my head.
“Okay, then since you’re still my sub for the evening, you will choose one of these.” There’s power in his voice now, the kind that makes me straighten up and listen. His fingers tighten on my waist, another reminder of how close we are. “You will lie back, accept the restraints, and I will fuck you.” Matthew’s voice lowers and tingles roll down my spine. “I will take you with my mouth, my cock, and I will demonstrate how very pleasurable being restrained can be. Or we’ll leave this room and go to my office. You’ll spend the night at my feet, and you’ll be put to good use. Just like Jenny.”
My core clenches, and I realize what he means. He’s going to have me sit under his desk until he tells me to suck his cock, and then he’ll have me suck him and he’ll control my breath just like I watched. My breath speeds up and that thought is terrifying and strangely thrilling. But I can’t do that. I’m not a person who sits at someone’s feet. I’m not a pet. “The first one,” I breathe.
“Interesting,” he says. “Maybe we’ll try that other one another time.”
I can’t say ‘Yes, Sir.’ I refuse to admit that it might be exciting. Matthew unbuckles his belt and lets his pants fall to the floor, and then his boxers, and then I stare at him. He’s big—erect and jutting towards me. I’m wet again, wanting it. Wanting him. “Lie back.”
Nerves are singing in my gut, but I do. He makes quick work of my wrists, and I realize that I’m bound just like that girl Karen, in an X, spread open, unable to move. Matthew leans down and takes my mouth in a kiss. Moving to my neck, I start to feel hypnotized by the feeling of his lips. His mouth covers my nipple and I arch off the table. I’m so sensitive that it feels like his mouth is right on my clit, and he chuckles at my reaction. “So responsive. This is going to be fun.”