Regrets

9. Master

His heart was racing again. Not only from the jog down the hallway he just finished, but also out of excitement. He had fantasized many times about tying a woman to the bed, and he was somewhat disappointed when she said that was a hard limit. He tried not to get his hopes up too much, since he knew she could revoke permission at any time.

He grabbed a pillow and removed it from its case. He tied a slipknot in one end, and looped it over her wrist. The headboard had small holes and he pulled the other end of the pillowcase through it. She moved to give him the slack he needed, without being told. He looked at her and she seemed excited as well. He tied a knot and pulled on his makeshift rope to confirm it would hold.

He repeated the operation on the other side of the bed, starting at the headboard this time. When her arms were restrained, he leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Thank you for this," he said. She smiled broadly.

He moved to the foot of the bed and surveyed his options. There was no footboard and nothing else he could use as an anchor. He thought about restraint sets he had seen that slipped under the mattress. That gave him an idea.

He pulled the bedspread completely off and made sure the sheet was tucked in deep under the mattress at the foot of the bed. Then he took a corner of the sheet and wrapped it twice around her calf, tying it off on itself. He pulled the sheet and confirmed it was secure, then moved to the other side of the bed and did the same thing with her other leg. He glanced at her and she continued to smile at him, obviously entertained by his eagerness and ingenuity.

When she was completely bound, he said, "Okay, try to move. Let's see how I did."

"Yes, Master." She was able to move her arms and legs only a little. "I can't move, Master."

"Perfect!" he smiled broadly. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed the running clothes he had put on to visit the gift shop earlier.

He leaned over the bed and inspected his prey. He ran his fingers along her skin, starting at her knee and continuing all the way to her face. She watched him. He made another pass with his finger, this time lingering at her scars, and her stretch marks. Her moles and freckles. "I love this stuff," he said. "This stuff that makes you so unique. This stuff that shows you've lived a full, rich life. This is the stuff that makes you beautiful."

"Thank you, Master."

He squeezed her breast in his fist. She winced. "Does that hurt?" he asked, knowing full well that it did.

"Yes, Master."

He leaned down and bit at her nipple. "This is mine," he said. "I hardly know where to start."

She said nothing. She writhed a little as he continued to work her nipple with his mouth.

"You may not cum. If you cum, I will hurt you and you will not like it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

He played with her center. Rubbing her clit and putting his fingers inside her. He started rhythmically pumping with his hands, fucking her with his fingers. He watched her as she lost herself to a building orgasm. He pumped and squeezed and massaged her center until she was biting her lip, fighting the climax. "Don't you dare cum!" he shouted. She opened her eyes wide and stared at him. She pulled against the restraints.

"Please, Sir! Please, Master! I have to!"

He stepped back from the bed and held up his hands. He smiled at her and she looked at him with a pleading expression. "Good girl," he said quietly as she regained her composure. "Now let's do that again."

She looked at him with terror in her eyes. He started his massage again. He built it up slowly—as before—watching her face the whole time. He felt incredibly powerful and in control. He was as hard as he had ever been. This kind of power was more of a turn-on in person than it had been online and in his fantasies. He had never gotten this far with his fiancé, and he was relishing the experience.

He waited until she was clearly at the edge of orgasm again, and then he reminded her, "Be a good girl," as he kept going. She was biting her lips and nodding at him. He continued his assault a few seconds longer, and then moved his hands to her face. He kissed her hard, biting her lip. "I'm so proud of you," he growled. "Let's start again."