FAN SERVICE: BDSM Stuff (Chan)
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ELLA POV
It had been two weeks since Chan and I got back to Boston. But even though we had been fucking like rabbits, we hadn't tested positive on any pregnancy tests.
I was walking down the aisle at CVS to pick up more when I spotted an eye mask for sleeping..a blindfold. And despite my hesitation around that sort of thing, my mind wandered. I saw Chan blindfolding me, tying me up, murmuring sweet things as he took more from me than I'd ever given anyone before.
My cheeks grew red just thinking about it. I looked around, wondering if anyone could sense what I was thinking, and snatched it from the shelf when I realized nobody was watching. I, of course, went to self-checkout. I would have anyway because someone purchasing a dozen pregnancy tests is always awkward. They always looked at me as if to say I know you're hitting it raw.
I checked out and scurried to the apartment, eager to show Chan what I'd gotten. When I walked in, he was doing the dishes and cleaning up from lunch. He smiled and pecked my cheek when I got close enough.
"Run out to get more tests?" he asked. Every morning we'd wake up and test. It had become part of our routine...so had the disappointment when we saw a negative on the strip.
"Mhm...and something else," I blushed as I went to put it away.
Curious, Chan followed. He watched as I got out the stack of tests and put them on the bathroom counter, and he raised his brow when I pulled out an eye mask. He watched it hang from my finger...the very thing I'd told him I was too scared to try.
"Ella...are you not sleeping well?" he asked hesitantly, trying to work out why I would've bought it. Chan was too sweet to assume it was for sex when he knew that was something I'd told him I didn't think I could do.
But with him, I wanted to try.
"I'm sleeping great. I just...I saw this at the store, and I want to try something."
I reached for Chan and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed. I stood between his legs, my heart pounding as he looked at me, wondering what I was doing.
"Hold my waist," I told him, needing that physical connection to keep me grounded once everything went dark.
His hands settled on me immediately, firm but gentle, keeping me steady.
Taking a deep breath, I slipped the blindfold on, my sight vanishing into blackness. All I had now was the feel of his hands on my hips, the slight pressure of his fingers digging in just a little. Without sight, everything else became sharper-the sound of his breathing, the heat of his body.
I reached for his hand, trailing my fingers up his arm, across his shoulder, and down to his chest. When I reached his heart, I could feel it pounding beneath my palm, matching the staggered rhythm of his breaths as he processed what I was doing.
"You okay?" he murmured softly, his voice full of concern and love, checking in like he always did.
I couldn't see him, but I could feel the way his grip tightened slightly on my waist. The room felt heavier, the air between us charged. I nodded, even though he couldn't see the motion, and instead gave his hand a small squeeze.
"I'm okay," I whispered, my voice steady but soft. "I trust you."
There was a pause just long enough for me to feel his breathing change. I couldn't see his reaction, but I felt it in the way his fingers pressed a little harder into my hips. He was quiet, watching me, likely reading every subtle movement, every breath I took as I stood there, blindfolded, giving him more control than ever before.
"What is it you want me to do Ella?" he asked, his voice lower, almost needy.
I felt the blindfold tighten slightly as I moved, a strange mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling inside me. "I want us to try."
Chan sucked in a sharp breath, his hands sliding slowly from my waist to brush over my skin with a featherlight touch that sent shivers up my spine. Without my sight, every sensation felt heightened, the warmth of his hands, the soft rustle of fabric as he shifted, and the steady confidence of his movements. He was taking his time, letting me adjust to the darkness, to the vulnerability I'd willingly stepped into.
"You don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he reminded me quietly, his voice now closer, warm against my ear. "Are you sure about this?"
I nodded, my heart pounding and a strange thrill coursing through me as I stood there, completely at his mercy, waiting for what would come next.
A kiss. A kiss is what came next.
I heard as the mattress's tension release as Chan stood up. I felt his body close in on mine, his warmth igniting every inch of my skin until his lips were just in front of mine.
"I love you, Ella," he uttered sweetly, his voice a soft caress against the charged silence. "My beautiful..." His lips brushed against my cheek, warm and tender. "Brave..." He kissed the other cheek, slow and deliberate, sending a wave of warmth through me. "Wife..." The word hung in the air, thick with meaning, before he finally leaned forward and captured my lips in his.
The kiss was gentle at first, like he was still giving me time to back out, to change my mind. But when I didn't, when I pressed into him, his hand slid up my back, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss with a slow intensity that left me breathless.
In the darkness, with his lips on mine, everything else faded away. Chan pulled back, kissing my neck up to my ear in cute little pecks as I rolled my head back. "Ella, I'll take care of you," he sighed, his warm breath making my skin shiver.
"I know you will," I replied in a whisper. Everything about Chan made me feel safe...and turned on.
He abandoned his place in front of me and I listened to try to guess where he was going or what he doing. I heard a drawer open and Chan returned with something metallic clacking in his hands.
"Ella, do you trust me?" he asked.
I responded immediately, having never been more certain of anything, "Of course I do."
Chan kissed me sweetly in reply. "Hold out your wrists."
I did as he said, fully immersing myself in whatever it was he had planned. This wasn't like before with the others...Chan would never push me past what I was ready for. He listened to me.
I felt the cold steel close in around my wrist and realized he was securing me with handcuffs. My heart raced at the feeling, and I was reminded of the reason I had bought the blindfold in the first place...I wanted to give myself over to him. I'd wanted to be tied up.
"Shouldn't I be secured to the headboard or something?" I asked. It didn't make much sense to give me so much freedom when I should've been restrained.
Chan chuckled and kissed my cheek as he took my hands, his thumbs brushing over my hand delicately. "I don't want to push you too far, baby. I don't want to limit your movement so much that you feel out of control."
"How will you take my shirt off with the handcuffs on?" I reminded him.
Chan guided me onto the bed, crawling back as I walked on my knees to lay down where he wanted me.
"I'm not taking your shirt off. If you want to explore this, I'm happy that you feel ready," he explained, his voice barely a whisper as his fingers danced along the skin of my arm to my wrists. "But I want to take it slow. I want you to enjoy it so you can push yourself gradually to try more."
"So what do you want to try today?" I taunted, using my cuffed hands to wrap around the nape of his neck. Chan seemed surprised by my desire to try more than he was suggesting and gasped when I pulled him closer. "Because I want you to fuck me, Chan."
"Ella," Chan moaned, his body giving away what his mind was trying to talk him out of. "I shouldn't do that right now. You need to get used to the sensations of it and the feelings and..."
"Please Chan," I begged. My body arched beneath him at the sheer idea of feeling him like this. "I'm okay. Please."
I don't know what had come over me. Chan and I had been having so much sex that we barely left the apartment. I should've been tapped out by now, or at least used to it, but instead, I was hornier than ever. I felt like I was wandering the desert searching for a drop of water, water that only Chan's cock could give me.
"Ella," he undid one of the clasps on my wrist, "You need to keep talking alright? Promise me you'll let me know if you get nervous?"
"I promise," I said hurriedly as I felt his hands tease the hem of my shirt upwards. His fingertips brushed my flushed skin making my heart race. He always felt so perfect, so gentle.
When my shirt and bra had been removed, Chan reached to reconnect the cuff. Before he could, I raised my arms and gripped my bed frame tightly.
I could feel Chan's eyes on me, could imagine the way he was staring at my stretched-out body beneath him as I silently pleaded to be truly retrained. Was he smiling? Maybe biting his lip?
"Ella..." he began, his tone cautious.
"I trust you, Chan," I assured him with a needy whine.
Instead of arguing further as I expected him to, he secured me to the bed frame, binding both wrists so that I couldn't move. I tested the limits of the handcuffs, finding that I really was limited in my reach now.
"Isn't this what you wanted, baby?" Chan teased, as he watched me struggle. A single finger trailed from my hip to my chest, circling my chest playfully as I grew used to the feeling.
"Yes," I sighed, feeling that same desperation for him grow in the pit of my stomach.
He grew more confident in his touch, his hands riding up my sides and squeezing my tits and touching anywhere that was already exposed to him while I writhed beneath him, willing him to remove my pants.
Chan's hands kept moving over my skin, though, teasing me, never quite giving me what I was aching for. The anticipation made everything hotter, my body straining against the cuffs as his fingers followed an abstract path, his touch light enough to drive me insane. He knew exactly what he was doing, pushing me to the edge, and building my desire higher and higher with each passing second.
"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. His fingers grazed over my ribs, and I shuddered, my breath catching as they trailed lower, dipping under the waistband of my pants, but not pulling them off. "Beautiful always," he hummed.
I couldn't answer. Words seemed impossible. My mind was too foggy, too hazy with need. My hips bucked up on their own, begging for more from him. My whole body felt like it was on fire, desperate to be touched, desperate to be consumed. Every tiny caress sent sparks of pleasure through me, the restraint only heightening the sensation.
Chan chuckled, his voice low and vibrating against my skin. "Slow down Ella," he murmured when I began to grind against his hand. His lips brushed my ear and his weight shifted again, his knees moving between my legs. The bed dipped under his movements, and I heard the quiet rustle of fabric as he tugged at my pants, pulling them down inch by agonizing inch.
I squirmed beneath him, biting my lip to hold back the needy sound rising in my throat, my thighs trembling as his hands skimmed along the sensitive skin. "Chan, please..." I finally managed to get out, barely above a whisper. The need in my voice was raw, desperate. He could hear it, feel it, and I could feel the smirk that pulled at his lips as he took his time just to drive me insane.
"Patience," he hummed, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my underwear, still not pulling them off yet. Instead, his hands slid back up, resting on my hips as he leaned over me, his breath warm against my collarbone as he kissed me there, lips soft and unhurried. "We're going to go slow," he whispered, trailing kisses down my neck. "I want you to feel everything."
"I already do," I moaned, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. Every kiss, every touch, was a slow burn of pleasure that left me aching for more. I could feel everything, every brush of his fingers against my skin, the cuffs tightening against my wrists as I tugged at them, the sensation amplifying with every moment I was bound beneath him. "I need you, Chan. Now."
His lips paused at my neck, and I felt his breath hitch slightly, his fingers tightening their grip on my hips. He was holding back, trying to be careful for me, but I could feel the way his control was slipping, the way his body reacted to my pleas.
"I know, baby," he whispered, and finally...finally...I felt him slide my underwear down, dragging the fabric off and leaving me bare beneath him. Then his hands were back on me, his thumbs brushing the insides of my thighs, spreading me open.
My breath hitched, my pulse quickening. The heat between my legs pulsed, and every movement of his fingers sent another wave of arousal crashing through me.
"I want you to tell me what you need," Chan murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. His fingers brushed lightly over my folds, making me gasp. "Tell me exactly what you want, Ella."
"I need you inside me," I gasped, my hips bucking toward his hand. The words came out before I could even think, my body demanding more than just teasing touches. "Please, Chan, I can't wait any longer."
I heard him groan softly, his breath coming out ragged as he pressed a kiss to my thigh, his lips warm against my flushed skin. "I love hearing you beg," he admitted, his voice tight with restraint, and I could feel the way his hands trembled slightly as he moved. "But I want to make sure you're ready for me."
With that, his fingers slid through my wetness, parting me gently, and I moaned at the sensation. He was careful, taking his time, stretching me, working me open with slow motions that had me gasping for air, my wrists tugging at the cuffs as I fought to stay still.
"Chan," I moaned, my body arching off the bed as his fingers worked deeper, hitting just the right spot that made my entire body shudder. "Please, I need more."
He didn't make me wait much longer. I felt him shift again, the weight of his body pressing down on me as he positioned himself between my legs, and my heart raced in anticipation. The mattress creaked slightly as he leaned over me, his lips brushing against my forehead in a soft, reassuring kiss.
"You're sure?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort it took to hold himself back. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was barely holding on to his self-control, but he needed to hear me say it, needed my final confirmation.
"I'm sure," I breathed, my whole body trembling beneath him. "Please, Chan. I can't take it anymore."
That was all it took. I felt him line himself up with my entrance, his tip pressing against me, and then he pushed in, slowly, carefully, filling me inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of him perfect, and I moaned, my head falling back against the pillows as my body adjusted to the fullness.
Chan groaned above me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he tried to stay still, giving me time to get used to the feeling of him buried so deep inside me. "Ella," he breathed, his voice rough with pleasure. "You feel so good, baby."
I couldn't form words, couldn't think past the delicious feeling of him filling me completely. All I could do was move, my hips lifting to meet his, urging him to move, to give me what I so desperately craved.
And finally, he did. He started slow, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in, each stroke sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I moaned, my body arching beneath him as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
The cuffs around my wrists dug into my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was Chan, the way he filled me so perfectly, the way his body moved above mine, the sound of his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside me.
"You're doing so good," he murmured between breaths, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're perfect, Ella. So brave. So beautiful."
I moaned in response, my head spinning as he pushed me closer and closer to the brink, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I was so close, so achingly close, and I could feel the tension building inside me, tightening with each movement of his hips.
"Let go," Chan whispered, his voice rough with need. "Come for me, baby."
By now Chan knew my body better than so did. Within seconds my orgasm came crashing in, and I arched painfully off the bed as Chan's hips stilled inside me, his cum mixing with mine as he held and soothed me.
He tore off the blindfold, the world coming alive as he leaned in for a kiss, our bodies still shaking from our releases and our breaths still ragged.
"You did so good for me, Ella," he grinned proudly, eyes sparkling as he looked down at me.
I couldn't help but smile back. I hadn't felt afraid once. It was as though Chan was a completely fresh start for me and nothing before him mattered or affected me at all. "Next time let's try..."
