Love, Honour and Obey

Chapter 14

Caleb

Nyathena had told him to 'make himself ready.' He knew exactly what that meant and as he crossed through the halls of the Estate little thrills of excitement pulsed through his body. He loosened his cravat and had his shirt unbuttoned before he'd even made it to their room.

He pushed the door open and slung what remained of his clothes into a neat pile beside the door. He sank to his knees, spreading his legs with his head bowed. It was the thrill of anticipation that aroused him. Nyathena was getting more and more inventive during their explorations, coaxing his submission to newer heights each time they met.

But. She wasn't here. Normally, she'd be poised waiting on her chair, ready to strike the moment he appeared. Instead, he was left to observe the room. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist looking around. There was a pile of plush, soft cushions, to one side and leaning against the wall, something metallic glittered.

It allured him, intrigued him.

He stared at it curiously until Nyathena strode into the room, his head lowering in an instant. From the briefest of glimpses, she looked ravishing in her floor-length gown. She always did. On the top of her head, she wore something he hadn't quite understood.

She didn't say a word as she crossed the room heading directly towards what he had been looking at, trying to figure out.

"Hold out your hands."

Caleb looked up at her, and she stole the breath from his lungs. She looked utterly enchanting. Her dress had a low plunge and the sight of her soft, pale cleavage tugged at his cock. He wanted to kiss her there, worship her like the stunning Goddess she was.

"I know you will be nervous about this, but, I assure you, you'll enjoy it. I think you've been wonderful today and deserve a little... reward." She pulled something off the top of the metal and began looping it tightly around his wrists, binding them together. The material was soft against his skin, but the bite of it clenched tight, securely holding his wrists in place.

"Lie on your back," she instructed him.

Caleb shifted, doing what she had told him without letting his uncertainty show.

She held out the metal bar horizontally in her hand with a coy smile on her rouged lips. "This is going to keep you exactly where I want you."

It was as if she knew. She'd known he'd have been feeling uncertain after the ordeals of the day and in need of a firm, guiding hand. He willingly surrendered to her authority, craving her praise, her warmth, her guiding hand. Trusting her to give him exactly what he needed without pushing him too far.

"Spread your legs." She instructed him, kneeling at his feet.

He hitched his legs apart. Vulnerability and trust warred within; exposing all to her. The anticipation of being with her again had aroused him and sent his thoughts into over-drive. He was rock hard already and heat rose to his face.

The bite of leather straps around an ankle was a stark contrast to the bindings around his wrists. Her touch was rough as she spread his legs far enough, stretching to accommodate the metal bar. It was thrilling being caught in her web like this, bound and on display for her. And terrifying. It took every inch of his trust to stay there, spread and bound on the floor. She'd given him the means to get out of any situation. All he had to do was say the right words, but he couldn't. Wouldn't. He needed this.

The clicking of metal locking the bar in place brought him back. She slipped her hands behind his knees and guided him into position before nestling between his thighs. "Pass me that cushion, pet?" She asked.