My body growled as I took a step away from her, propping the spreader against the window, cuff in each hand.
It was time to begin.
I drank in her side profile, a wave of pride consuming me when she didn't sneak a look at me. I knew she was dripping wet with curiosity. But she kept her eyes front and center, just like I'd commanded. She had a need inside of her, something lying in a secret place that was just waiting for the right person to unlock the door and set her free. Waiting for me.
I took a knee beside her, opening the first cuff. "A spreader bar is a type of bondage equipment designed to keep the submissive open and accessible to her Dominant." I locked the cuff around her ankle, then circled around to her left side, wrapping the second cuff around her other ankle. "First comes the cuffs, then you’ll spread your legs for me. I'll fasten the spreader to the cuffs. Your movements will be restricted, your body mine to do with as I please."
I drew my fingers up her calf as I rose. I traced my way up her thigh, hand resting on her ass. She swallowed hard, muscles in her throat gyrating, betraying her nerves.
Being a Dominant wasn't always stringent rules and spanking. Sometimes it’s anticipating what your submissive needs and giving it to her. So I silenced the urge to spank her and instead planted a kiss on her shoulder.
She exhaled, her lips quirking into a smile.
"Spread your legs." I inhaled the warm scent of her arousal and grabbed the spacer, my c**k as hard as the metal in my hand. I positioned it between her legs, using the notch to find the appropriate length. I clipped the cuffs onto the ring on each end and stood back, marveling at her. Spread eagled, hands at her side. Waiting patiently.
Delilah was quickly coming a dull buzz in the back of my mind, my heart and body syncing to this moment that I was sharing with my Melissa. Nothing else mattered.
I peeled off my shirt and unzipped my pants, my c**k forcing its way to freedom. I tossed the clothes aside. Melissa was still looking out the window, but I saw the muscle twitching at her temple, her toes clenching, body adjusting to the unnatural position and her lack of control.
"Look at me."
She turned her head, eyes as gorgeous as the pale blue sky enveloping me.
I stroked her cheek, smiling when her eyes darted down to my cock. She licked her lips then caught herself, cheeks blushing bright red.
"Sorry," she mumbled. My eyes dropped to her lips. Swollen, quivering, and slightly bruised from all the lip biting.
There was something missing.
"Technically you didn't disobey me. Eyes face front." My voice was low and thick with my own desires. I turned my back to her, returning to the drawer. I picked up the missing piece. "I wasn't specific. Allow me to be very clear now." I took a step toward her. "I'm going to make you want to scream my name with my fingers--then my cock."
She tried to turn and teetered, the spreader bar keeping her off balance. "Want to scream?"
"This ball gag will muffle most things. 'Red' and 'green' will be discernible." I let my words sink in, having no doubt that she was ready. As her Dominant, it was my job to push her limits--but I'd never harm her or ask anything of her that she was unable to give.
I held the gag, only one question left to be answered. "Are you ready?"
She looked at the rubber ball, then raised her chin. "Yes sir." She made a perfect O with her mouth. The rubber ball was snug and in place as I buckled the strap.
I could no longer wait to touch her. To feel her juices coating my fingers.
I drew my finger down the seam of her ass, my c**k straining, needing her when I felt how wet she was. She was drenched, her body licking my finger as I plunged it deep inside her. She threw her head back, a long, deep moan filtering through the holes on the gag. As I drove my finger deeper, letting the sounds of her body fill my ears, fill my body, I built up the speed, pumping in and out.
Her nails dug into her thighs, every pant, every shudder felt like her hand on my cock. Stroking the shaft, massaging my balls. The sound of her pleasure, the clinking of the cuff with the spreader bar, her wet, juicy body...I could wait no longer.
I unhooked the bar from one end, saying the hell with the other. "Bend over," I ordered her huskily. “Hands on your ankles."
She obeyed, her pu**y ripe for the taking. The roar in my ears was a craving only Melissa could fulfill. I wouldn't be whole until I was inside of her.
I guided my c**k where it belonged, the world melting away as I rocked into her. Our bodies crashed into each other until all that was left was the fire of release. Building, hurtling me to my peak.
"Come with me, baby," I breathed deeply, gripping her tight, feeling her body clench. Her moan was suppressed, but it was a shout of elation to my ears. It matched the one that clawed from my throat as I came.
Fingers shaking, pulse racing, I unhooked the ball gag and tossed it aside. It was the sign the scene was over and she turned to me, dropping her head against my chest. Arms looped around me and held me tight.
"I didn't even think the word red," she murmured. She peered up at me, her eyes open and filled with a love I never thought I'd find. "What we have? I never want it to stop."
CHAPTER SIX
Melissa
I wasn't sure how long we stayed wrapped up in each other, but the city was nearly dark, the windows in the buildings that lined the street twinkling in the night sky. This was my bliss; his arms around me and his scent clinging to my skin. I didn’t need anything but this.
My stomach begged to differ.
My hunger bellowed in the silence. His hold on me slackened and I looked up at him, slightly mortified.
"Wow," he mouthed, eyes agape. "Was that me or you?"
I elbowed him, laughing with something else entirely consuming me. This playfulness, these tingles in my stomach, the way my heart soared in my chest – this was a whole new world for me. My laughter tapered off as he held my face in his hands. I never knew that love was something that I could not only feel, but something I could reach out and touch.
I hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him close, lips pressed against his. Was there a part of him that wasn't tantalizing? Even the sweetest kiss made me soaking wet, the memory of him inside me making me arch into the embrace.
Screw food.
I was ready for round two.
He grabbed the hand that was snaking its way to his cock. He pressed a kiss in my palm, his eyes hot with passion. "You want more?"
"Oh yes."
He closed my hand, a smile teasing his lips. "Food first, little sub."