Hold Me by W. Winters
Zander
Ready to playis an understatement. I’m rock hard, my adrenaline pounding, ready. Ella is so fucking beautiful with her cheeks flushed like that. So willing. So submissive. I want her under more of my control. I want all of her.
We’ll take it slow so she learns what she’s agreed to. It hasn’t escaped me that she compares what she had before to what we’re doing now, and there’s no chance in hell that James knew what the fuck he was doing. They toyed around with the idea of submission. I have every intention of training her to be my submissive.
It’s essential that I don’t dive in too deep with her too fast, though I want to. God, I want to. Every inch of me craves every inch of her with a physical longing.
Four-count breaths. Four of them. Trailing along the edge of each of the additional toys I bought just for her, I control everything. I have to be in control of myself before I can be in control of her. I have to stay in control of myself, damn it.
She perches on her knees on the edge of the bed, her nightgown a silk puddle next to her. I approach her slowly so she has time to take me in. To see how I rise above her. How much stronger. How much restraint I have. That’s an easy one. Instead of pushing her back on the bed and abandoning myself to her, I run my fingers through her hair and arrange it over her bare shoulders. The shudder that runs down her teased skin travels lower and hardens her nipples. I’m careful with every touch, and Ella responds to it, her large dark eyes on mine. She trembles under my hand.
I could do this for fucking hours. It’s a drug to me. To tease her and immediately receive this reaction. Her shuddered breaths and every small movement as she nervously waits on the bed for my next move are addictive.
Anticipation is an essential part of any scene. It’s what adds the tension to the air and the color to her cheeks. With my voice low, it rumbles, giving away my desire that’s barely contained. “What are you imagining right now, jailbird?”
“You,” she says in a breathy voice. “With your hands on me. I don’t—” Her face gets redder. “I don’t know if I can give you specifics. So many things. Mostly just the—just the sensation of being—”
“Dominated?”
The air cracks with a heat between us, only inches separating each other. “Yes.”
My muscles coil, holding back everything just so I can offer her my thumb running down her bottom lip. Taking one step back, putting space between us, but keeping her gaze locked in mine, I tell her, “You’re going to be good for me.”
I phrase it as a statement and not a question to fill her with confidence. She can do this, and I believe in her. I know how she needs this.
Ella nods, a sheen coming to her eyes. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes. I am.”
It’s another reminder that I have to be gentle and guide her into this lifestyle. She thinks she knows what she’s getting, but she doesn’t have a fucking clue.
“I’m going to blindfold you now. Hands in your lap.”
My little jailbird closes her eyes before the burgundy leather even touches her. She’s so fucking good for me.
I fasten it over her eyes, testing to make sure it’s snug. Ella’s nipples peak and I allow myself an opportunity to run my knuckles down her skin, until they run over those hardened nubs. The small moan from her parted lips and the way she attempts to prevent her back from arching are everything I’ve wanted since I first saw her.
“How does it feel?” I murmur.
Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips. “It feels like everything’s been heightened. The air on my skin. The sound of your voice. It makes me question—” She stops herself, shaking her head.
“What does it make you question?”
“That’s not the right word for it. It makes me think that I trust you. It wouldn’t feel good to have my sight taken away like this if I didn’t trust you. And I feel—I feel safe.” More color floods to her cheeks. “Nervous, but safe.”
“Good.” I’m deliberately loud as I pick up the roll of tape from the bed and let her hear me unspool a length of it. She shudders at the sound. “Because I’m going to bind you now.”
If I were selfish, I wouldn’t bother to bind her. The sight of her as she is, sprawled out and waiting, her pale skin flushed, her lips parted and her chest rising and falling with anticipation is intoxicating.
She would fight the urge and I’d love to see her try and fail. To punish her for not being in control of her body for me. A low groan of want leaves me and I disguise it with a comment.
“Turn onto your belly, legs spread wide and hands behind your back.”
There are plenty of toys I could have used instead of tape. Bondage gear and straps. The tape allows me to take my time and it’s far less frightening for a submissive who hasn’t been bound before.
Her breathing quickens as I draw out the tape, giving her the simple command to lift her chest off the bed. I let her feel it glide against her skin so she can feel for herself that it’s not going to hurt her.
It doesn’t require much tape at all to bind her, but the sound, the sensation, the prolonged time will make it appear far more than it is. I don’t let her know that. I let her sit in the feeling of being helpless at my hands.
I go so slow my cock twitches. Whenever I grab her small body, maneuvering her as I need, she lets out the most innocent gasps. With my erection pressed into her thigh, I lean down and whisper at the shell of her ear, “You’re doing so well.” With a small peck on her shoulder, I add, “Good girl.”
My sweet girl smiles, even through her shaky breath. “Thank you,” she whispers, her lips trying to find mine. I could leave her there, not allowing her to seek out a damn thing while we’re in this scene. But then I’d be denying myself, and I’m man enough to admit I want to kiss her as badly as she wants to kiss me. She’s eager when my lips meet hers, her body arching, although her arms have already begun to be bound.
Tsking, I pull away. “Be my good girl.”
Nodding eagerly, she moans that she will as I gently place her back down where I want her, my hand splaying against her shoulder blade, keeping her there so I can continue.
The tape groans as I pull more of it, and every time I do, her body shudders with her instinct to move.
She hasn’t set any boundaries when it comes to being bound, but sometimes subs don’t know what those are until you’re in the moment. Ella’s lips part, her body coming alive with more tension, but she doesn’t protest. Doesn’t use her safe word.
Ella’s breathing is heavier and her entire chest is flushed by the time I run my fingertips down her inner thighs after binding her thighs to her calves. The small moans she gives me are fucking everything. She can’t close her legs to me, but she tries. On instinct. I know she doesn’t want to; controlling a natural reaction is difficult and something tells me Ella doesn’t have a damn bit of experience when it comes to that. As I move off the bed to observe her, I give the command, “Don’t move,” and the words are nearly caught in the back of my throat when I see how fucking wet she is for me. Her seam glistens with arousal.
It takes her a moment to relax into her bindings. As the sheets rustle beneath her, all I do is wait. It’s obvious that she’s trying so hard to stay still, but not hard enough. She’ll learn the way to stay completely still is to submit to it the way she should be submitting to me, with everything she has. Ella’s not there yet. I haven’t had enough time with her. But I will. My blood heats at the thought of spending hours on this. Days and days of praising her while she gets off on obeying.
Speaking of obedience—
With a hand on each of her thighs, I flip her over. Without any warning, she yelps, the sound high and feminine and all Ella. A rough chuckle leaves me as she lies on the bed naked, legs spread and completely bared to me. Even as she catches her breath I know she can hear my pleasure in the low groan from the sight of her. Hearing and touch are her most prominent senses right now, which means everything I do in those realms carries more weight.
“You’re at my mercy now, jailbird,” I whisper and then easily flip her again so her arms aren’t behind her, uncomfortably supporting her weight. “Do you remember your safe word?” The question is as much of a reminder for her as it is a way for me to ensure she’s still in the right frame of mind. Deprivation can play tricks on even the most mentally sound. For a grieving widow … well, I haven’t forgotten her struggles.
“Yes,” Ella whispers back.
“Good girl.”
The first vibrator is ready for me. Ella turns her head so her other cheek is against the comforter, her shoulders rising and falling with every breath she takes. I flip the switch and the vibrations fill the air. I let it go on long enough that it takes over. What else can she hear, other than this? Nothing. I make sure the sound of the vibrator is everything. She waits, patient and submissive. Not that she has any other choice. Ella’s helplessly bound, her hands behind her back, her legs spread open for me, and—
When I’m done with her, I’ll climb onto the bed behind her and drive myself into her slick wetness until we’re both spent. The desire to do that right fucking now is overwhelming. I need her as much as she needs me. Four-count breaths. In and out, focusing on control. On conditioning her to listen and trust, to obey above everything else. Even when the tempting release of pleasure is so very close.
“You will obey me, my little jailbird. I have a set of rules and there will be consequences if you don’t abide by them. You need to do as you’re told. Do you understand?”
Ella nods behind her blindfold. Her hands open and close again.
Just as my hand raises to swat her ass for not verbalizing her answer, she murmurs, “Yes, I will obey.”
With my pulse rising, the adrenaline fueling each of my thoughts, I ask, “Was it like that between you and James?”
Tension runs through her like an electric shock. Ella goes completely still, her breath stopped and her thighs rigid and unmoving. I keep my eyes on her body, every curve down to the detail of how tight the cords in her neck are. Checking every muscle. Monitoring what I can see of her expression.
Did I push her past some hidden boundary? The mention of his name. It’s hell to wait without touching her, but I do it. This is something that can’t be rushed. I’m going to do what any good Dom would do, and what I know to be right.
“Would you rather I refer to him as your former Dom?”
Ella bites her bottom lip. “Either is fine,” she whispers and then clears her throat. “And … no. He didn’t have a list for me.” There’s obvious confusion in her tone.
“There is no one way to be submissive and no correct way to be a Dominant. But you will find I have my desires, and that includes control and obedience. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” The second the word is uttered from her lips, I press the vibrator to her clit, letting it sit there as she screams out.
With her hands restrained behind her, her legs bound and spread, I use my other hand to press her chest into the bed. Although she cries out in sudden pleasure, the only movements are the curling of her toes and her head thrashing from side to side. Her body is tense and I know that only intensifies the pleasure radiating through her.
“Be still, and take it like a good girl,” I command her and she does as she’s told, biting down on her lip. As her strangled cry leaves her, her body bucks and bows with her release.
I can barely make out the apology on her lips and I ignore it.
“Did you come?”
Her body shudders and she’s quick to nod and then correct herself, staying still as she answers yes hesitantly.
“You are not allowed to come again, not until I tell you that you can. Understood?”
Her answer is delayed, and I imagine she doubts she has the ability to obey. “Yes,” she finally says and then swallows thickly, her body finally relaxing.
I hover the vibrator closer to her shoulder, taking my time. Closer and closer and closer until it grazes her nipple that’s pressed against the sheet. Ella gasps, trying to resist arching away, but she can’t. I’ve bound her too skillfully to leave her room to wriggle over the bed. “I’m going to make you a list of tasks to complete every day.”
This point is easily emphasized by circling her nipples with the vibrator again. I play with the other one, testing its weight in my hand and listening to those sweet moans.
Fuck, I need her now. I can barely think with the sight of her helpless beneath me.
“We’ll go over the list tomorrow.”
Placing the vibrator beneath her, I let it rest against her clit as I unzip my pants and then drop them to the floor. Her moans turn to breathy whimpers as I climb onto the bed behind her. The bed dips from my weight and Ella strains against the tape. Staring between her thighs I watch as her pussy clenches around nothing, slowly removing the vibrator and turning it off. She gasps the moment it’s taken away, as if she’s been holding her breath. God, she wants this. And I want it to be so much sensation for her that she has to give herself up to me. She needs to submit more than she already has. She needs to learn to do it, damn it, because that’s the only way I know to keep her present. It’s the only way I know to heal her.
I notch myself to her slick, hot entrance and thrust home in one stroke.
Hard. Possessive. Like she’s mine.
She is mine, and her clit is mine too. I reach the vibrator around her and press it directly to that bundle of nerves again, although I’m more than aware it must be overly sensitive now. Ella cries out. This is intense for her, and I know for certain because her body has made it intense for me. Her muscles squeeze me, going tight and tighter. She can’t actually change her position. The tape keeps her in place.
She has a safe word and she knows it.
Ella has never been more beautiful than she is with all her weight pressed against her bindings. It’s a fucking gorgeous struggle. Her muscles tense as she tries to stay still for me because I ordered her to do it, but she can’t let go. The vibrator is driving her to a new, expansive pleasure as her walls tighten around my cock, forcing a tingling need up my spine.
“Wait,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “Wait, jailbird. You don’t come until I tell you to.”
“No,” Ella says in a breathy voice, and quickly adds in desperation, “Please.” I won’t punish her now because she doesn’t even know she’s said it. It’s pure begging, pure pleading, and I don’t give in.
I angle the vibrator more firmly over her clit. “Good girls come when they’re told to come.” She clenches around me at the praise. She loves it. She can’t get enough of being told what a good fucking girl she is. New arousal coats my cock as I lean down to whisper in the curve of her neck, letting my warm breath trail there, “Good girl. My perfect jailbird. It’s so hard not to come, and you’re doing so well.”
A shiver runs down her back and her pleas turn to whimpers that she buries in the sheets.
I brace one hand on the bed and fuck her with deep, long strokes. All the way in. All the way out. Every thrust presses against her inner walls, with no more room to spare. Stretching her. I don’t want this to be over yet. I don’t want to be finished with this pleasure. It’s mine too. It starts in the base of my cock and spreads outward along every inch of me. Up my spine. Down my legs to my toes. Every muscle works together to fuck her harder, but not faster. I’ve never concentrated harder than keeping this vibrator on her clit. Practice in obedience for her. Practice in domination for me.
It makes me feel almost drunk, this power. A few words is all it takes to get her to stop an orgasm for me. Ella’s mouth opens, trying to get air to cry. She’s close.
“Please, Z,” she begs. “I’m trying to be good.”
“You need to come?”
I’m being harsh, and I know it. Pleasure is just as intense as pain. They’re two sides of the same coin. “Yes,” Ella answers, her voice rising. “I need to come.”
“Please,” she cries out again when I don’t answer. Her head thrashes once, barely tugging the blindfold up.
“I can’t stop it and I don’t—” She bites down on the sheets and I fuck her slower, moving the vibrator up just slightly. Her breathing is heavier. It gives her a moment for her orgasm to lessen slightly. I barely hear her beg me again and then reason, “I don’t want you to be unhappy with me.”
God. Such a perfect submissive. She tries and tries and tries. I couldn’t have asked for better.
I remove the vibrator, and instantly Ella collapses away from me as much as possible. She can’t move much. The tape is too strong, but she tries. I give her three long seconds of trying to live without the vibrator and push it against her clit again while thrusting into her harder and faster.
“Come for me, jailbird,” I say into her ear, and she explodes around my cock, gripping me as she shudders and shakes. It’s a cascade of pleasure and heat and it almost makes me come.
But I’m not done fucking her.
I drop the vibrator, turn her over, and drive my hips between her spread legs. I’m conscious of her hands behind her back, and her arms, and I keep it in mind while I fuck her with primal need. Her body is so pretty, arched for me this way. Her neck is exposed. Her breasts. I take one of her nipples and roll it between my finger and thumb. Over and over and over. It’s not a particularly unforgiving movement, not really, but if I do it enough, she’ll—
“Oh.” The sound stretches out and out and out. “Oh,” she says again.
Her voice almost pushes me over the edge, but I pull away and flip her over again. I want to be inside her heat. It seems like the only thing keeping me on earth. Her hot, wet pussy trying to get me further inside.
I circle her asshole with a fingertip. She's helpless to stop me, and Ella shivers when I do it. “Have you been taken here?”
“No,” she whispers.
I work a finger into her pussy beside my cock. And then I bring it back to that tight little hole. Ella groans when I push my fingertip in, lubricated with her arousal, and gasps when I give her the rest.
And then I grab the vibrator.
One touch to her clit and she’s off, crying out, crying hard. Coming yet again. Her pants fuel me to keep playing, toying with her, pushing her boundaries slowly yet steadily.
I pull myself free from her as she comes down. Giving her a moment, I take out the scissors after cleaning off my hands with a wet wipe.
“Stay still.” The safety scissors easily cut through the bindings within seconds, releasing her body to fall onto the bed.
She’s still unsteady from the aftershocks so I have to prop her up with my hands to get her on her knees. “Take off the blindfold.”
Ella pulls it down with shaking hands, leaving it around her neck.
“Hands and knees, jailbird. I want you to watch the mirror now.”
She gets to her hands and knees, still trembling, her dark eyes locked on me in the mirror as I climb behind her, line myself up, and take her again. She’s a gorgeous sight. Her hair a messy halo, her cheeks flushed. Every thrust shakes her. Her breasts sway with the motion of my hips. I fuck her like I’ve wanted to since she first talked to me, hard and unforgivingly, until I’m close to the edge of my own pleasure. Seconds away.
I need to see her face. I turn Ella and position her on my lap as I fall to the bed. Her small hands land on my chest to steady herself. My hips thrust up and she’s far too weak to keep herself upright. She drapes her arms over my shoulders and holds on for dear life.
And she kisses me.
Her lips capture mine with a need that’s unexpected.
What that single kiss does to me is a shock I hadn’t anticipated. It strikes me how obvious it is that she was desperate for it. She tastes both sweet and sinful.
“Fuck,” I grunt into the crook of her neck as my orgasm tears out of me.
She holds me just as tightly as I hold her as she finds her release with mine.
As she’s lying lifeless on top of me, I kiss the crown of her head and whisper without thinking twice about it, “You don’t know what you do to me.”
