Claimed Harder by Em Brown
Chapter 1
DARREN
Present
Coming inside of Bridget felt intense—so intense, I didn’t actually enjoy it all that much. Her ass felt amazing, but my climax was akin to slamming my fist into a brick wall. Feels good to let out all that steam, not so good on the knuckles.
Withdrawing from her, I stumble back and collect my senses. Wiping off my cock, I pull up my pants and survey her, her wrists still tied to the exposed pipes of the basement we’re in, her dress bunched up about her hips, her panties wrapped below her ass, my cum dripping down her thighs.
The nice thing, the loving thing, to do is untie her, wrap my arms about her, the way I used to after we’d had sex, hold her and see to her aftercare if we had an intense play session.
But that was before she left me.
It took me over two years to track her down. Partly because I had wasted time barking up the wrong tree. I thought maybe she had gotten together again with her ex-boyfriend, Dante. And maybe she had, though he swore they hadn’t seen each other in years, but it took a little while to convince me that they were no longer together. After exhausting Amy’s family, the two other women Bridget had shared an apartment with, instructors, and classmates at Cal, came the arduous task of tracking down a woman named Coretta.
You did a good job making it hard for me to find you, I compliment Bridget as I eye her rump, still flush from the spanking I gave her with my wet shirt. That delicious ass has been on the receiving end of many different implements: the paddle, a tawse, the flogger, and even a bouquet of nettles. I want the chance to apply all those things to her backside again.
But does she want it?
She did come on my cock, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be with me.
Turning her to face me, I grab her jaw, which pushes up her cheeks. “You came without permission, Bridge.”
“I’m—I’m sorry,” she stutters.
“You know better than that.”
She lowers her lashes. I hate that she still looks attractive to me, especially with her cheeks flushed from having just come.
“What’s the matter?” I ask. “You out of practice?”
She looks at me with emotions too mixed for me to figure out. “Yes. I—I haven’t been with anyone…”
I snort. “You expect me to believe you?”
Glancing down briefly, she doesn’t object right away. That upsets me.
I reach between her legs. “Who’d you give my pussy to?”
Her lashes flutter as I stroke her flesh.
“Who’d you get wet for?” I ask.
She moans before answering, “No one.”
“No one? What about Dante?”
She looks distressed.
“Thought so,” I say with anger as I rub her clitoris.
A few minutes later, she starts to whimper and squirm. Withdrawing my fingers, I place them in her mouth. She knows to suck my digits clean. My cock stiffens at the suction upon my fingers.
But first, there’s the matter of her punishment.
I tear off her panties, a flimsy and somewhat old pair. I bought her nice underwear when she was with me, but she doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. Opening her mouth, I shove the panties between her lips. Stepping away, I look around and see cords of rope hanging on one wall. I pick a monofilament polypropylene rope. My favorite is jute, but this will still work well. After unwinding the rope, I tie a knot into it. I wrap the rope about her hips and between her legs, securing the knot right at her clit. Taking another cord of rope, I bend one of her legs, bind her ankle to the top of the thigh, and slip the rope under her knee before tossing it over a pipe overhead. With one leg hoisted in the air, she wobbles on her standing leg. The high heels she has on don’t help.
Good.
Grabbing my wet shirt, I look at her one last time before heading out and closing the basement door behind me.
