Illicit Hookup

The First Night

Rosemary felt as if her every nerve was on fire, each little brush of Karl’s body against hers setting off a rush of sensation that left her limbs weak, her head reeling. She had submitted to partners before, let them guide her encounter with them… but this was the first time she had allowed someone to tie her down, to restrain her. Even when playing the soft, submissive lover, she had always kept some measure of control in the past. 

Not this time, though.  
 

Something about this felt important, for all that she’d been teasing him by being deliberately ridiculous. He’d been so good to her, so tender, so kind, and some part of her wanted to repay him, to find a way to let down her guard and let him in. She didn’t know if the act of forcing herself to submit to him fully would be enough for that to happen; she guarded her heart, her soul, the very core of herself so unconsciously these days that she didn’t even know if it was possible to let herself submit entirely. 

But something about Karl made her want to. 

She still wanted to kiss him, Rosemary realized. It hadn’t been a one-time impulse, not a reaction to sex with a new partner. Right now,  he was nuzzling her face, his lips parted, breathing her in, and it would be so easy, even with her bonds, for her to tilt her head just an inch, press her lips fully to his. 

She didn’t. She couldn’t. But oh, god, how she wanted him. 

Karl pulled back from her face again, pressing lips to her neck, exploring there as she arched her head to one side to give him better access, pressing soft, fluttery kisses to her skin that left her fluttering inside as well. It was clear that he wanted to take things slow, to drive her mad with lust bit by bit, but she was already so tense, wound so tight that his slow, careful actions were almost unbearable. Still, she could give him this. She would give him this. 

“For a kinky bitch, Marya’s quite the gentle lover,” Rosemary murmured against the side of Karl’s head, trying to distract herself from her own body, from the fear and lust and sensation that had been overwhelming her since he’d strapped the last bond to her ankle.  

 
“Ah, well,” he said, pressing a trail of kisses down her breastbone. “Perhaps she has decided that deathless sorcerers are like horses.” 

“Like horses?” Rosemary asked, briefly amused, then gasping and arching off the bed as his lips closed around her nipple again, as his tongue teased the tip.  

 
He lifted his head and gave her one of his endearing little almost-smiles, and growled, “Of course. They must be broken in before they can be ridden.” And then, he turned his attention to her other breast, pressing a kiss to one of the pale stretch marks that streaked the skin of it, then another, until she was whimpering under him. 

“Please…” Rosemary begged, breathless and panting.  

“Please, what? Tell me, moy smertnyy,” he said, resting his chin between her breasts again to look up at her, his voice still a low growl that swept its way down her spine and left her squirming.  

“God, please fuck me,” Rosemary gasped, trying desperately to clench her thighs together, to relieve some of the tension winding through her body. But he’d made it impossible for her to find relief or release by herself when he’d tied her to the bed so securely. She couldn’t even move enough to clench her thighs against the sides of his legs, couldn’t do much more than arch her spine off the bed helplessly and lift her head to stare back at him. She did so now, trying to show him how desperate she was for him in a look. But his face had a sweet, almost affectionate expression on it as he gazed back at her, and she could not bear sweetness, not now. “Yebat’ menya, Dmitri,” she said, using the words that had sent him over the edge that first night they’d been together.

 
This time, Karl’s eyes widened, but he shook his head and smacked her hip with his open hand again, and she yelped in response. “That will not work this time, suka. I am Marya Morevna, remember? And I have Koschei Bessmertnyy…” he sat up, trailing his fingers over her breasts and down her stomach. “…tied up here for me, waiting to be tamed.”