Divine Intervention: One Shots

Bound

He had just gotten home from one of his nature adventures. He had been gone for a week and I had missed him terribly. We had spent the day talking about his trip and after dinner we fell into comfortable silence. We were sitting on the couch wrapped up in each other just enjoying our closeness. “Avi?” I broke the silence. 

“Hmmm?”, he answered drawing circles on my arm. 

I shifted my position so that I could meet his eyes. “Do you remember what we talked about before you left?”, I asked hesitantly. His eyes shifted from mine to the ceiling, letting me know that he was thinking about it. After a gentle pause, he found my eyes again and his were filled with fire. 

“Are you talking about being tied up?” I nodded. “Yeah, I do.” His voice dropped a little lower. I found my voice again. 

“Tonight do you think we could try it?.” Without a word, he untangled himself from me and stood in front of me and held his hands out. I took them and he led me back to the bedroom.

He sat me on the end of the bed. “You or me?”, he asked just above a whisper.  

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. “Me.” 

He smiled wickedly and put a hand under my chin. “Blindfold or no?” I thought about it for a second. 

“No," I answered. I wanted to be able to see him this first time. 

“Safe words?”, he asked. 

I answered without hesitation. “Roses and daffodils.” 

He squeezed my chin and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Good girl," he smiled. His voice took on an authoritative tone as he handed out his instructions. “Strip down to your panties and sit on your butt with your back up against the pillows.” 

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed them to the floor. “Yes, sir," I answered, trying not to smile. I was very excited that he was up to this. I pulled off my t-shirt and my bra and I pulled back the covers on the bed before I took my place. In the meantime he had disappeared  into the bathroom. I waited patiently for him to come back. He emerged a few minutes later. He had stripped down to his boxer briefs and he had the soft belts from both of our robes in his hands. 

“Such a good girl you are sitting there. You look so beautiful," he said moving towards me. He climbed up on the bed and sat in front of me. “Wrists please.” It was a command, not a request. I held my wrists out to him palms up. He tied one belt around my right wrist and the other around my left wrist and them placed a gentle kiss in the center of each palm. It was tight enough to remind me that I was bound, but not enough to hurt. The look on his face turned up the heat in my belly. He trailed a line of kisses from my shoulder to wrist on the inside of my right arm as he tied it to the headboard. He repeated the action with the left. My arms were spread, but there was some slack. He placed his hand under my chin again. “The only words I want to hear from you are; yes sir, no sir, or our safe words if you need them, okay?” 

I smiled. “Yes sir.” 

He kissed me softly. “Perfect.”

He kissed my jaw to my ear. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered how much he missed me and that next time I had to go with him. He nibbled his way down my throat pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive spots. He got to my collar bones before he spoke again. “Did you miss me?” That one was easy. 

“Yes sir.” 

His mouth continued down to the swell of my breast. His hand found the right while his mouth found the left. I moaned softly. I had missed his hands on me. He looked at me and smiled, I bit my lip. “I guess that wasn’t an actual word. Sounds are okay. I’ll allow those.” He returned his attention to my breasts, this time mouth on right and hand on left. He was taking his time rubbing, nibbling, and sucking. I moaned again and he chuckled. “My needy princess. I like the encouragement.” He was working his way down my belly. “I know you missed my mouth and my hands on you. Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” His voice was husky. 

I was honest. “Yes sir.” 

“Did you imagine it was me?” He punctuated each word with a light kiss to my skin. 

“Yes sir.” 

He ran his index finger just under the waistband of my panties. “Did you come?” Him touching me, but not being able to touch him back was making me whine. 

“Yes sir.” 

He gently grabbed my thighs and pulled my body so that I was laying down. It pulled my arms a bit, but I still had some room to move. The word daffodils left his mouth. “Does that feel ok?” This was a pause. 

“Yeah, I still feel fine," I responded easily. 

“Okay. Back in.” He took a deep breath in and ran his hands up my legs to my hips and slowly caressed my butt cheeks. He ran his index finger under the leg band of my panties. “You want me to touch you, don’t you baby?” 

I shivered. “Y-yes sir.” 

He brushed his knuckle against my slit. “My messy girl. You are wet and sticky. Would you like me to do something about that?” 

I hissed at his touch. “Yes sir.” I moaned my answer. 

He took his time sliding my panties off. I crossed my legs looking for friction. “Tsk tsk baby. I will take care of you. You just need to be patient.” I uncrossed my legs and waited. He didn’t make me wait long. He laid down next to me and ran his hand up the inside of right leg from my ankle to my thigh. He lightly touched my slit and slowly inserted one finger. I moaned loudly. 

“More, please.” It escaped my lips before I could stop it. He removed his finger. 

“Those were words, sweetie. The more you talk, the more I will make you wait. Do you understand?” 

I whined. “Yes sir.” 

“Shall I continue.” The authoritative tone was back. 

“Yes sir.” I bit my lip and silently prayed that I would make it through this. 

He teased at my entrance and slowly inserted the first finger and added a second. He audibly moaned. “You feel so good and this is all for me.” He removed his fingers and I whimpered. “Patience, love.” 

“Yes sir.” 

He slid his boxer briefs off and moved between my legs. He ran his hands up my sides from my hips to the back of my shoulders. He leaned in to kiss me as he slid himself in me. “I needed this so bad baby.” He rolled his hips into me sinfully slow. I wrapped my legs around his and pressed my toes into his calves. “You needed this too, huh?” 

“Y-yes s-sir.” 

He was hitting all of the right spots. It seemed like he had been gone longer than a week. His rhythm picked up speed. His movements became more erratic and his breathing more labored. He was close. I pulled on my bindings to no avail. I wanted to touch him, the word roses was on the tip of my tongue. All of a sudden it felt like I was flying. I could feel him swell and release and I screamed in intense pleasure. He released the ties and fell to the side of me. After catching his breath he said that we had to do this again sometime, but he wanted to switch places. He then rolled me over on my stomach and rubbed my shoulders and my biceps. It’s fun to try new things.