Her Unchained Heart (Adult Contemporary Romance) Read online

  “Now, we’re going to deal with your tardiness.”

  I wasn’t sure how it was going to begin, but I realized this was it. My first instinct was to argue or to explain myself, but somehow I knew that wasn’t an option. I only nodded, looking appropriately submissive to his will. That wasn’t hard to do- something about him made me want to do whatever he told me to do.

  “Yes, Sir?” he prompted. Although his inflection implied a question, I knew there was none. It was a directive- he was telling me what to do, what to call him. Someone, someone that wasn’t my husband, was telling me what he wanted in the bedroom. And I was going to do it. I was going to do whatever he told me.

  “Yes, Sir,” I echoed.

  He smiled, seeming genuinely pleased by my compliance; I wondered if he could see the desire in my eyes. “Pull down your pants, drop them around your ankles,” he said simply.

  I nodded, hesitating for only a moment. No one, aside from my husband and my doctor, had seen this married girl’s pussy. It was a big step and there was no going back after that. I took a deep breath, finding bravery in my excitement, and unclasped my pants. I pulled them slowly, allowing him to examine my body as I revealed it one inch at a time.

  Finally, they fell from my hips and ended up around my ankles, just like he told me. “Like this?” I asked. I looked at him with deep blue, innocent eyes. That wasn’t far from the reality- although I wasn’t exactly innocent, I wasn’t very experienced either.

  “Yes, exactly like that. Good girl,” he replied. I couldn’t explain or understand why, but my heart skipped a beat when I heard him say that. He sat at the edge of the bed and examined my body with the same studious intensity that a sculptor would inspect a block or marble. I was wearing my sexiest pair of red panties, which accented my smooth mound. “Come here.”

  I came closer, almost like prey voluntarily approaching a predator. When I got within his reach, he struck. With lightning speed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. I squealed as I fell onto his lap, laying across it with my ass in the air. I could feel his hard cock resting against my arm; it was warm. I wanted to reach around and grab it, or maybe shift my body so I could wrap my lips around it; I wanted so sit upright, slide my panties to the side and take him deep inside of me. But I waited; he would do with me what he wanted.

  I felt his hand run over my ass, slowly as though he were savoring the sensation. His hand continued, grazing my inner thigh before returning upwards once again. He grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled my panties down, just far enough to expose my ass to him.

  The first strike was completely unexpected. His hand was strong and heavy, and he brought it down with so much force that I couldn’t help but scream. He followed it up with another… then another. He alternated between my cheeks, leaving them stinging and raw. I wondered if I’d be able to sit at the dinner table tonight, but as the endorphins began to filter into my mind, I really couldn’t bring myself to care. I lost count of how many times he spanked me before he allowed me to stand again. He pulled my panties back over my ass, which brought a fresh wave of pain.

  “Now, will you be late again?”

  “No, Sir!” I said, gently rubbing my sore cheeks.

  He smiled. “Good. Next time, make sure you’re early.”

  Next time, I repeated inside my own head. He already wanted me again. I smiled just a little bit. “Yes, Sir. I’ll make sure I am,” I replied, accepting his implied invitation.

  “Now, take off your clothes.”

  I eyed the instruments on the bed. I was nervous, but it was too late to change my mind. I refused to change my mind- not after wanting this for so long. I started with my top, pulling it up and over my head before allowing it to fall to the ground. My hair was mussed, just a little bit, but quickly fell back into place. Of course my bra matched my panties in both color and material, as well as sexiness. It was cut low, barely covering my nipples, and accented the soft curve of my breasts. That felt particularly naughty- it was a set that my husband had bought me, although I hadn’t ever worn it for him.

  A moment later, my bra joined my top on the floor. Despite my excitement, I was trying not to rush. I stood topless before him, my breasts firm and proud and desperate for both his touch and his approval. My nipples responded to his smile, coming to hardened points for him. The panties came next, but I remembered myself and removed that much more slowly. I grabbed the waistband and pulled downward, building up to the reveal. His eyes traced my body, traveling from my tits to my panties as they came down.

  First, my mound came into view; I was completely smooth, something that I believed he’d like. By the look on his face, I was right. Next, I revealed the very top of my slit, which in turn gave way to my swollen clit and finally my entire pussy. My panties fell around my ankles, joining my pants, and I stepped free from both. Like him, I was completely nude. The only difference was that he was going to own my body, whereas I had no idea what I was going to be doing to him. I secretly hoped that he would allow me to pleasure him, but I supposed that I would find out in time.

  He grabbed my hand; instinctively I intertwined my fingers with his, in a gesture that was more affectionate than erotic. He didn’t protest, but led me to the free bed; the one that he had kept clear for our time together.

  He laid me on my back, and as he spread my arms and legs apart and fastened them to the corners of the bed, he explained what he intended for me. “Now, Jaime, what I’m going to be doing to you- it’s going to hurt. But it will be worth it, for both of us. I’m going to push your body, and I’m going to pleasure your body, and you’ll understand why once you reach subspace.”

  “Subspace?” I asked. I had never heard the term before.

  Chris stood, then sat next to me on the bed. His body felt comforting next to mine. He rubbed his hand over my stomach, then up to my breasts, gently caressing each in turn. “Yes, subspace. It’s a very special state of mind, which you’ll experience when you’re completely immersed in the scene. I’ll keep you safe through it, so you can enjoy the entire experience. However, if at any moment you need to break from the scene, just use your safeword. Just say the word ‘red,’ and we stop completely- at least long enough to address your concerns. Do you understand?”

  I nodded. “I guess so,” I replied.

  His eyes narrowed. “Do you understand? We don’t start until you’re completely clear.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I understand. It seemed simple enough, even through my nervousness.

  “What’s your safeword?” he asked, quizzing me.

  “Red,” I recited.

  Chris nodded. “Good girl.” I beamed again when he said that. “You’re already wet,” he noted, sliding his finger along my pussy lips.

  I blushed, and then nodded. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” I replied. Or tried to, at least- the word ‘time’ disappeared beneath a deep moan when he reached my clit. It lasted only a moment, just until he removed his finger from my body.

  “I have, too.” He stood and walked to the bed. I turned my head to see what he was getting, but his body blocked my view. I was sure that was intentional, as the anticipation was far worse that whatever pain he was planning for me. He returned with a blindfold, which he placed over my eyes. I lifted my head to allow him to secure the strap in place, leaving me in total darkness.

  With my eyesight gone, all of my senses were strained hoping for some warning of what was going to come next. I heard him stand and walk to the bed, but other than that I had no clue of what was in store. My breathing started to quicken, and I could hear my heart thundering in my ears. Having the safeword gave me some measure of comfort, allowing me to completely give up control to him, knowing that I could have it back if I needed it. But once again I reminded myself that I had no intention of doing so.

  I jumped when I felt something brush against my skin. It was cool, but not cold; it was simultaneously rigid and flexible. I reasoned that it must have been his crop. It started w
here my thigh met my waist, then ran along my inner thigh before circling back to my waist. He followed the lines of my body, tracing one side of my pussy and then the other, avoiding the slit but teasing the lips. It felt good, but I knew that gentle caresses weren't what a crop was made for.

  When I felt the leather lift from my body, I knew what was coming next. He held it in the air for a long time, until I wanted to beg for it to come down and end the suspense. It didn’t even seem odd to me that I wanted to beg him to hit me; it seemed like the most natural thing in the world at that moment. When it came down, it was on my sensitive inner thigh. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but my resolve broke with the second strike- this time, on the other thigh. The crop kissed my body with expert, practiced precision, stinging my legs, feet and waist. The pain seemed to increase each time his arm fell until it very suddenly stopped.

  But of course, he wasn’t done. I knew there was more. I followed the sound as he walked back to the bed and heard the jingle of metal on metal. There were so many things that sound could represent, and I had no idea what was coming. He returned, and lightly caressed my nipples; it felt good, and soon the pain of the crop was nearly forgotten. I moaned softly, relishing his attention and touch.

  But then I felt the metal slide against my skin. Then I knew. The Clamps.

  “This is going to hurt,” Chris warned. Or perhaps it was a promise. Either way, I knew that he was certainly telling the truth.

  I nodded, preparing my body for what was to follow. My nipples were always extremely sensitive, and I loved having them touched and sucked. So I knew that this was going to be extremely painful. I could feel the teeth brush against my nipples- both at the same time. He had opened the teeth, and seemed to be positioning the metal mouth before releasing them.

  “I want you to scream,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir.” I was sure that wouldn’t be a problem.

  When he allowed the teeth to close, it was very slowly. Agonizingly slow. I could feel the teeth dig into my nipple, and I screamed. I screamed not only because he wanted me to, but also because I couldn’t help but do so. The pain flared in my body, radiating from my poor nipples through my entire chest. I pulled against the restraints, but my resolve held. In a moment, the hot pain subsided into a dull throbbing, which gave way to only pressure. I felt like I had overcome some trial or survived a challenge. Except that it wasn’t over yet.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Jamie?” Chris asked.

  It was unexpected, given the circumstances, but I couldn’t help but blush at the question. “No, Sir,” I replied. I knew that anal sex was very common, and the fact that I hadn’t had it yet spoke volumes about my relative inexperience.

  Chris nodded, taking in the new information. “Any ass play at all?”

  “No, Sir,” I said again. The world caught fire for a brief moment; Chris had taken off the blindfold. My eyes had grown used to the darkness much in the same way that my nipples had grown used to the clamps. I blinked against the light until my eyes grew accustomed to it.

  “A shame,” he said, nearly under his breath. “It’s such a nice ass.”

  “Thank you,” I beamed.

  But Chris was gone again, back to the bed and his collection of toys and instruments. He returned, carrying a bowl, a bottle, and a butt plug. Although it was relatively small, compared to the others, the plug looked huge to me. But I trusted him; if he felt that I could take it, I knew that I would.

  “But first, let’s take care of those clamps. Now… this is going to sting.” He released the clamps and pulled them from my nipples in one smooth motion. In an instant, the pain returned; it was far more shocking than even the first time. I gasped, left speechless by the sensation. He took two pieces of ice from the bowl and used them to soothe my nipples. It helped, and when he finally took the ice away I was surprised at how much more sensitive they were, even compared to before. When he gently caressed them, it was blissful.

  I watched as he thoroughly lubed the plug, and gritted my teeth when I felt him press it against my virgin ass. But he was surprisingly gentle for someone that seemed to enjoy causing pain. He listened to my body, pushing inside when I could relax and waiting when I could not. I was almost surprised when he stopped- when he was inside me completely.

  My body rebelled against the intrusion, but the plug stayed firmly in place. He left me there, still restrained on the bed with a plug in my ass, as he went back to the other bed. When he returned that time, it was with a vibrator. My pussy seemed to leap for joy, and I could feel it moisten slightly more. Finally, something I was familiar with. If it wasn’t for my vibrator, I don’t think I would have had a good orgasm in years.

  He turned it on, and it started to hum softly. I looked at him with eager, expectant eyes. I could already feel ripples of pleasure radiating through my body, and I wanted nothing more than to cum. All I could think about was the impending orgasm, and I wanted him to leave me a quivering, sticky, overjoyed mess.

  The moment the tip of the synthetic cock brush against my pussy I let out a desperate moan. I could feel the ripples of pleasure turning into small waves. He slid the tip along my lips, then pressed it gently against my clit. The waves turned into a flood, and I started bucking against the vibrator. I wanted it inside me, but I couldn’t quite align it to my all-too-empty hole.

  “Please, Chris. Please,” I begged. I couldn’t quite find the words, but I could only hope that he would give me whatever it was that I was trying to ask for.

  “I want you to listen,” he said as be pressed the tip just inside my lips. I could barely focus on anything but my pussy and what he was doing to it, but I forced myself to look at him. “You don’t get to cum until I say so. Do you understand?”

  Oddly enough, that scared me more than anything else. I didn’t want to disappoint him, and I only hoped that I could keep my body under control. “Yes, Sir, I understand,” I nodded. I hoped that I could do it, and wondered what he would do to me if I couldn’t.

  But when he smiled, I knew that I could do it. I could do it for him. I looked deep into his eyes, and my heart stopped for just a moment. I could do it for him.

  He pressed the vibrating cock inside me slowly. It was thicker than my husband’s, and the feeling of being stretched slightly was amazing. What’s more, I could feel it pressing against the plug in my ass, which made the experience even better. Soon he had it inside me completely. It vibrated against my inner walls, and the flood of pleasure turned into a tidal wave of orgasmic desire. It took everything that I had to keep it at bay, especially when he started sliding it in and out of me.

  Baseball… puppies… I thought of anything that I could to distract my mind. It wasn’t easy; in fact it was the hardest thing that I had ever had to do. Hard… just like his cock. My mind rebelled, and I felt myself move just a little bit closer to the edge of release.

  Chris must have sensed it. Sensed it and had some mercy on my poor body. He pulled the vibrator free, leaving me panting and breathless. “You’re close,” he noted. He brushed his finger over my clit, sending a jolt of erotic electricity shooting through my body.

  I nodded, unable to form comprehensible words. I mumbled something that even I couldn’t understand and pulled against my restraints. I had intended to touch myself; perhaps that’s why I was restrained.

  He ran his hands over my belly, and gently rubbed my nipples. After several long moments… or maybe minutes… or maybe hours… the looking orgasm faded, and I was once again in control of both my mind and my body.

  And that’s when he started again.

  Once again, he brought me just to the edge of release. And, once again, stopped before I could cum. He repeated the process several times until I had lost all sense of everything around me. I was nothing more than a sexual being; I was HIS sexual being. He made me feel something altogether new, and all that I could think about was the pleasure he was giving me, and the pleasure that I wanted to give him. There was
nothing else.

  After several rounds, he stopped entirely. I hadn’t yet cum, and I wondered if he would leave me in that state. What’s more, I wondered if I could ever come down from it, or if I’d be forever as desperate for his cock as I was at that moment. He carefully undid the restraints, and I was afraid- no, I was terrified- that we were done. That he wouldn’t cum; that he wouldn’t allow me to cum. For a moment, I wanted to cry. At least, until I saw the look in his eyes. He wasn’t done with me. And my heart soared.

  He led me to the closet and ushered me inside. Once there, he pulled my arms over my head, and affixed them to the bar. I didn’t know what he intended, but I was ready for it. I was ready for anything.

  “You’re doing very well,” he said. I noticed that he held the crop in his hands. The angry, aggressive, wonderful, beautiful crop.

  “Thank you, so are you,” I replied. It sounded silly, even to me, but it was as though my brain were wrapped in a heavy fog and it was the best that I could come up with. It was true, however, and I hoped that he appreciated the sentiment.