Bound to Submission Part 3 (chapter 4)
TITLE: Bound to Submission Part 3
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: chapter 4, guess it’s a series now….
AUTHOR: storylover92
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Adam
GENRE: Erotica
FIC SUMMARY: Adam was desperate for anything to get him out of his own head. Enter Mistress Raven Caine. Adam has become her most frequent sub, how far can his limits be pushed.
RATING: M
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Mild depression, BDSM bondage/punishment, some language…. This is the follow-up to Bound to Distraction.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
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I ran my fingers over Adam’s torso feeling his smooth skin under the rope. I reached across him, deliberately brushing my breasts against his toned chest, I opened the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out some matches. I lit some candles and once I was satisfied that the wax was pooling I swung my leg over his hips. Adam was still recovering at the moment, but I’d take care of that soon enough. If he was lucky. A devious smirk came across my face, since riding crops and zippers didn’t faze him perhaps a cage would. I swung myself back off of him and walked over to the wardrobe where I kept the new equipment. I opened the drawer that I keep the cages in, ‘so lovely.’ I couldn’t choose one that just looked intimidating, it would have to be painful as well. I selected a steel contraption, ‘it should be big enough for him.’ I slipped it out of the box along with its padlock and keys. I sauntered over to Adam he looked up at me with glazed eyes. ‘Still in a blissful headspace, aren’t you?’ Adam ran his tongue over his lips and his eyes slowly drifted down to the object in my hand.
“This? Oh, don’t worry about this.” I slid the cage over his cock and secured the ring around his scrotum. I walked away from him again to grab a cold bottle of water, a little extra swing in my hips, of course. “Tip your head up darling, I can’t have you getting dehydrated on me. Are your hands numb?”
“No Mistress.” He took a swig from the bottle. “Mhmm, thanks.” He let his head fall back and squirmed as much as he could.
“You don’t drink much water do you?” I checked the candles again and saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye. “Not good darling.”
“I’ve survived on blood for 400 years, water hasn’t been much of a priority.” Adam cleared his throat as he rolled his shoulders. I straddled his stomach, avoiding his cock. He groaned, now realizing what the steel on him member prevented. “You are positively wicked.” I leaned forward, biting his earlobe.
“Again, I never said I was nice.” I moved my hips further down and ran my dripping cunt over his cock. Pity he couldn’t get hard in that thing. Poor boy. Finally the candles had enough wax collected in them, so I picked the first one up and started to let the wax dribble onto his chest. His back arched as he gasped. Some of the white wax hit his nipple causing jolt to run through his system. His cock was straining against its cage.
“Please Mistress,” he whispered.
“What do you need darling boy?”
“What my mouth wasn’t enough?” I picked up the next candle and repeated the process with green wax. I drug my nails over his skin in between the ropes. He shook his head and swallowed.
“It’s not that Ma’am, it’s just that your quim is so much better.” I smirked.
‘All in due time.’ I poured some more wax on his lower stomach and rolled my hips again and again over him. “Where are you pet?”
“Hard to tell, a five maybe.”
‘Not as deep as I thought, but he’s deeper than he has been lately.’ I took the next candle, the blue one, and began pouring it on his upper thighs. With my other hand I stroked him through the steel. “Are you sure you want this off? I looks so lovely on you.” He groaned as a response, he realized bucking his hips wasn’t going to happen. Damn, if he wasn’t so….dare I say gorgeous? And if I didn’t want him so badly I’d make him keep that thing on a lot longer than twenty minutes. I unlocked the cage and never have I seen a man harden so fast. I moved so his head was prodding at my entrance and braced my hands on his shoulders then I very, very slowly lowered myself onto him. After all, he had been so good today. I stilled myself to briefly readjust to his size, but that was the last bit of tenderness that I would show him. I slid back up his length and then slammed down over and over again. The wax on Adam’s torso was cracking, his breathing was shallow. It was killing him that he wasn’t able to move his hips. He wouldn’t last much longer, and quite frankly neither would I. I could already feel the tightening in my thighs and coil wind in my stomach. My walls started to clench around him, my mouth dropped open as my head tipped back. I let my orgasm overtake me as I ground myself against Adam’s hips. His cock twitched deep in me just as the peak of my orgasm began to fade. The feeling of his cum coating my walls triggered another orgasm, my cunt clamped down on him again. When I came back down from my euphoria I cut the ropes away from Adam’s arms and peeled the remaining wax off of his skin.
“Adam, stand up for a moment.” His legs were a tad wobbly from being bound in that position for so long. I stripped the blankets off of the mattress, leaving the terrycloth liner on the mattress. After I grabbed a sheet, a fuzzy blanket and a bottle of lotion Adam curled up next to me and let me massage his arms. After I had finished rubbing his stiff muscles he curled back up to me, only this time he wrapped me in the blanket with him. Adam was unconscious in a matter of moments, I fell asleep soon after with my hand curled in his thick hair. I vaguely remember him murmuring something about how next time it would be his way.
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