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“I’m going to school, Andre. I have a life. Jobs. I can’t just walk away from it all at your whims.”
“I’d never ask you to stop doing any of those things, doll. You could continue working if you liked, but you don’t need to. You can obviously continue going to school. I’ll make sure it’s all paid for. You’d never have to worry again. And all I’d ask of you is that at the end of whatever you choose to do in a day, you come home to me.” He’s looking straight at me, leaning towards me. It all seems so reasonable. What would I stand to lose? I don’t realise I’m biting my lip until he pulls it from my teeth. His fingers then caress my chin. “What’s going through that head, doll?”
“I’m in. Fuck, I dunno if it’s the right thing to do, but it’s what I want to do.”
“Yeah? Baby, that makes me so happy.” He’s beaming. The smile stretching across his face warms my heart and wakes up all the butterflies. “We can discuss all the details later, but first, let me show you one of the ways in which I will ensure you feel adored.” He seals his promise with a kiss, tasting my lips languidly. “Let’s take this upstairs, shall we?” Without waiting for an answer, he stands and picks me up again. I quickly place my arms around his neck. I pepper his neck and the side of his face with kisses, unable to keep in the giggle when he mock growls at me.
The house is a blur, as I’m unable to take in anything around me. I’m so focused on Andre. He’s the typically old-fashioned handsome that people tend to disregard in today’s world. His arms holding me are strong and make me feel protected, cared for. When we get to our destination—an opulently decorated master suite—I gasp as I take in the room. It is done up in dark blue and brown tones that leave me feeling calm. A large four-poster bed with a soft-looking dark blue bedspread dominates the bedroom. Cleverly disguised in the woodwork of the bed frame are eyelets that could very easily be used for bondage, if I’m not mistaken.
Andre carefully lowers me onto the bed, and then lifts my arms up above my head. He slowly undoes the ropes before rubbing my wrists. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he softly kisses the skin he just massaged. When he moves away from my hands, I look up to see what he’s doing. He’s threading the same rope he just removed through one of those eyelets, then moving back to my wrists, each being tied together with the opposite end of the rope.
“That feel okay, doll? Not too tight?” He looks at me questioningly. At my affirmative response, he shows me how to get out of the binding, should I need to. “Now, stay right there for me, baby. I’m just going to grab a few things before we get started,” he says before walking out of the room. After a beat, I get impatient, wiggling and pulling at my restraints. I’ve never been good at waiting. A few seconds more and I’m thinking of pulling my hands out of the ropes, just as he walks back into the room. “Oh you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you, doll? I’ll have to reward you soon.” If I wasn’t already turned on before that statement, I definitely am now.
“Yes, please, Sir. What would my reward be?” I chance the question, hoping to find out how far I’d be able to push.
“Dollface, you’re going to have to wait and see. Now, I brought us some toys to play with. We do need to discuss some safe words first, though. Have you heard of the traffic light system?” He sits down on the bed next to me, one leg bent up while the other still rests on the floor. In his hand, he’s holding a blindfold and a pair of cuffs that, at this point, feel redundant seeing as my hands are already tied up.
“Uh, yes. Red makes you stop, green means I like what we’re doing and yellow will slow us down. I’m pretty sure everyone that’s read any kind of BDSM smut gets how that system works.” He smiles at my sarcastic comment.
“You’re probably right, but I have to make sure you know how to call a halt to things. There are going to be times where you’re begging me to stop, doll, but unless you say red, I’m not going to. Do you understand?” When I nod my answer, he slowly lifts one eyebrow, and I hasten to answer him with a verbal response.
“Yes, Sir.” His smile is all the reward I need for following that small order.
“Good girl. I’m gonna get started now. First, I’ll place a blindfold on you. There’s nothing to fear. Today, for our first time, it’s going to be all about pleasure. Once we know each other a bit better, we can explore the punishment and pain parameters of our relationship,” he informs before sliding the blindfold over my head and onto my eyes. The sudden cessation of light is a little jarring to my system, but the feel of his hip against my body grounds me. Fingers trace the edges of my clothing, sending shivers down my spine. This was going to be good.
ChapterFour
Andre
There’s nothing quite like watching someone come undone. Amanda’s shivers urge me to continue my exploration of her soft skin. I should probably have removed her clothing before tying her arms up again, but I could get creative. I follow the movements of my fingers on her belly and watch in fascination as goosebumps spread across her skin. Slowly bending down, I trail soft kisses along the bottom hem of her shirt. Her curvy body arches off the bed, chasing the pleasure I’ve promised.
“I love how responsive you are, doll. I’m going to enjoy studying your reactions tonight. It will be my pleasure to learn what makes you tick. I’m going to start removing your clothing now. I want all of this gorgeous skin on display and accessible. If you have an objection to that, speak now.” I pause a beat, but when no argument comes from the pink and purple-haired vixen, I proceed to pull her shorts—no panties, the naughty girl—down her legs. With her sex exposed to me and right there in front of my face, I can’t help but lean in further to inhale her delicious aroma. She’s glistening, she’s so wet and I can’t wait to start exploring that treasure. I discard the shorts and move back up to her tank top. Tugging it up her torso, I expose her gorgeous breasts, then I pull it up and over her head, letting it rest behind her neck. It would have to stay there until I undo her bindings.
Now that she’s exposed to me fully, I can explore and enjoy her body exactly in the way it was made to be. First things first, though, I grab the two pairs of cuffs I’d brought along. The leather was lined with a soft fur, designed to hold, yet not hurt. Each ankle is encased in its own cuff before I attach the other end of the cuffs to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. This gives me a mouth-watering view that has me staring at her for longer than I’d like to admit.
I do a quick check on her ankles to be sure they aren’t tied too tight before returning to the side of the bed. Her body is flush, and her nipples are already taut. I flick them experimentally, and she lets out a little moan that has my already hard cock jumping in my pants.
“I love the way you react, little doll. I want to hear all of your moans. Give them to me, they belong to me,” I whisper in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. Her breathing quickens, and I relish that I am the one eliciting these reactions from her. My mouth travels from her ear to her chin, then up to her mouth. Our tongues tangle while I position myself over her body. I’m careful to keep my weight off her. My—still fully clothed—body grazes against her very naked one.
Something about the contrast makes this all the more pleasurable. I withdraw from the kiss and her head follows after mine, seeking to prolong the connection. Slowly, achingly slowly, I kiss, nibble, lick, and suck my way down her body. When I reach her breasts, I spend ages giving them all the attention they deserve. My mouth is full of soft, yet firm globes and I suck on them until she cries out, begging me to stop.
“Oh, sweet girl, stop doesn’t mean anything to me. Tell me, Dollface, what colour are you?” It takes her a second to realise I’m waiting before she answers me.
“Green, Sir. So green. It feels amazing. But I need more. Please!” I don’t answer her. My fingers travel the length of her body. Traversing the valleys of skin, exploring all her pleasure points. Her back arches when I skim past her nipples, seeking further touch. When I graze the underside of her breast, she shivers and I follow up the touch with a nibble of the skin. I continue my journey down her body, dipping into her navel with first, a light touch of my digits and then tasting it.
My little doll is moving around, something we’ll have to work on going forward, but for now, I’m enjoying it. She holds her breath when my hand travels closer to the treasure it’s been moving towards, but instead of giving her what she’s silently begging for, I move past the naked mound and trace patterns on the skin of her hip, then inner thigh. Feather soft touches of her petals has her moaning out loud. Her hips are bucking off the bed, seeking more touch. Teasing this woman is fast becoming my favourite pastime.
“Please, Sir! No more.” Her voice wavers, the need clear in her tone. Her beautiful begging only urges me on. I once again trace the same patterns my fingers did with my tongue. The taste of her skin is almost enough to make me give in to her. Almost. By the time I make it to her cute little toes I’ve unearthed a few more sensitive spots and am satisfied with my explorations for now.
“Sweet thing, I was not anticipating this lovely surprise, so I’m not properly kitted out for a full scene. I normally do this kind of thing at another club I own with one of the house subs.” And my little doll answers me with the most adorable growl. “Oh, Dollface. Are you jealous? I can assure you. You have no need to be.”
“I don’t share, Andre.” Her words have a smile spreading on my face. We will get along swimmingly. Each moment spent in her company proves it more and more. We were meant to be.
“Dollface, I don’t share either. You’re mine now. And that means I am all yours. The good and the bad. Now, what was I saying?” I pause, pretending to think it over. Amanda is moving around restlessly, seeking relief that is mine and only mine to give to her. “Ah, yes. I don’t have the toys I would normally want to acquaint you with. No matter, it will make for a fun shopping experience, don’t you think?”
“Sir!” I smirk at the exasperated tone in her voice.
“Yes, doll?” I answer her, and my smirk turns into a full-blown grin when she huffs out a breath of air.
