0 comments/ 26422 views/ 1 favorites The Ties That Bind Ch. 1 By: beautifuldeath The young woman looking in the mirror was slender, her complexion of roses and cream, russet hair tousled. She ran her hands slowly down her form, smoothing the floral patterned sundress, with a mischievous expression. She looked all of twelve if one disregarded the knowledge in her eyes and the curvaceous form beneath the clothing. Time to find a new protector she mused, sliding her hands beneath the hem, baring the tops of her thighs. White lace garters embroidered with roses held up her silk stockings, and just above matching silk panties could be visible. She laughed softly and grasping the waistband tugged them slowly down her legs, and off, tossing them on her rumpled bed where many outfits were discarded in a tumble of frothy material. Smoothing the dress once more she grinned into the mirror and winked, and slid from the room leaving the faint scent of vanilla in her wake. She walked slowly down the path of the local park, lifting her face to the sun to bask in the beauty of spring. Her hips swayed lightly as she walked, the dress swishing lightly around her legs. Her nipples pushed lightly at the front of the sundress as she became further aroused. Not wearing panties held its own appeal, she thought, lips twitching with mirth as air slid up her dress to caress her thighs. Glancing across the path between the oak trees sat a worn metal bench, the white paint long ago chipped away by countless summers. A man sat, gazing at the pond where swans slowly glided along the surface, as he sketched in a large black book. His profile was slightly turned away showing prominent cheek bones, full lips, and black tousled hair as if he had just arose from bed. Slipping behind an oak tree, with hands braced against the trunk, she gazed at him, feeling her abdomen clench in appreciation of his masculine beauty. She held her breath, watching as his large hand, gently holding the charcoal, sketched the tranquil scene and imagined what it would feel like to have an artist’s hands gliding over her skin. Closing her eyes she exhaled softly and opened them again to find the man gone. Whirling round, the skirts of her dress circling about her thighs, she gazed around her for the large black clad form. He was no where to be found. She slowly let out the breath; unbeknownst to her that she had been holding, and rested her cheek lightly against the rough bark of the tree’s trunk, sighing. Abruptly she felt hands lightly grasp her waist and turn her slowly. Eyes the color of warm chocolate met jaded green. He slid his hand lightly along her cheek and cupped it, leaning down to whisper, “May I paint you?” She gasped lightly, expecting the usual request for a quick tumble. “Wh-What?,” she stumbled lightly over the words and then flushed a deep rose, lowering her head. So often composed was she that being flustered by another was embarrassing. He chuckled softly and grasped her chin, gently raising it to look into her eyes. They were large and liquid, a deep forest green. He caught his breath lightly and reverently brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, cradling her face. “You’re so beautiful…” he trailed off softly. A tear slowly slid from her eye to catch upon his hand, catching the light like a shining jewel before dying as it was absorbed. Gone was the confidence of a woman of the night, now lying vulnerable and open to his too knowing eyes. He rested his hand lightly on her hip. She flinched from the gentleness within his eyes and calmly stated, “I need funds to survive, and thus cannot waste precious time I should be searching for a protector to pose for you.” She pulled free of his grasp and turned to flounce off before he could see how his presence unnerved her. “I will pay you double what you normally receive if you become my model,” The soft statement carried across the distance separating them, her ivory satin slipper pausing in mid step. “Double?,” she said and turned to see if he was serious. “A poor artist such as yourself? What guarantee do I have of receiving anything you promise” She lifted her arm and gestured to his poorly clad form. “You’re exactly what I am looking for in a model. The end result will be my best work yet.” He smiled crookedly and took a step forward. “You’re deranged,” she stated simply and turned to go. “Ahh. Deranged I may appear but like you the outside conceals what lies within. You’re an amusing mixture of innocence and seductress. I know you wear nothing beneath that dress and yet you clothe yourself as a young virgin. The coyness is an act and does not fool me.” He laughed huskily and moved forward. “I can be both protector and employer,” He stated lightly and pulled her into his arms lightly brushing his lips softly across hers, a silken friction. He broke the kiss letting his lips barely touch hers as he spoke, “I’ll pay you upfront. The payment will be triple if you do everything and anything I ask without question.” Surprised at the generous offer, she let the thoughts of financial security float through her mind. She shouted, “YES!” and laughed happily and he grabbed her hand leading her to his abode. Such a simple word she would regret later. But, that my friends is another story altogether… A large dressing screen sat in the corner of an elaborately decorated suite. Steam rose, candlelight casting a warm glow about the room, as the shadowed figure stood within the hipbath. The curvaceous form stretched and lifted itself from the water, and stepped from behind the large screen. Rivulets slid down her honey colored skin, as she released the pins that held her hair up. The silken mass danced like fire as she walked to her armoire in search of something. “Looking for this?,” A man half encased in shadow whispered, his voice smoky and heated. She turned and gasped as he slowly stood, formidable height making the shadows dance upon the walls. He held out an ivory robe, and she grasped it quickly, wrapping it around herself. “How dare you invade my home!,” She snapped back and turned to the armoire once again, grasping her brush and holding it as if it would protect her from him. He laughed a low, sultry sound. “Yvette, I dare all and you should know this well enough by now. Though it has been a while, how could you forget?” He reached out and lightly flicked her nipple with his thumb through the silk robe and laughed as it hardened. “Your body remembers well enough, my love.” “How did you find me this time, Jerome?,” she queried lightly, stepping back from his touch. He followed her, stalking slowly as she moved around the large, ornate bed. He stopped and slid his hand slowly up the bed post. The cherry wood was carved to resemble a nymph, her naked form slender and beautiful. The mattress was covered in a large down, ivory comforter, and the pillows were an array of gold and cream. His lips twitched slightly in amusement as he pressed a button low on the post and a compartment opened on the base. “One..” He said softly and grinned, leaning down and pulling a soft crimson material from the drawer. Standing smoothly, he proceeded stalking her. Her nipples were visible, as the fabric was rendered virtually transparent by the lighting. “Ahh..so you do remember. Two” Pressing the second posts catch, but rather then a drawer opening, hooks became visible in the posts. “No, please” She whimpered softly as her back met the wall. His smile was feral as he finally reached her, resting both hands on the sides of her head. He slowly pressed his body against her. “Yvette…” He whispered and kissed the side of her neck. “No.” She cried out and struggled. He simply laughed lightly and easily mastered her, gripping her hands and holding them above her head. “You don’t want this?” he questioned and softly cupped her breast through the material, kneading gently. She closed her eyes against the sensation, and let out a low moan, resting her head against the wall. He lifted her and slid her thighs around his waist, pressing her against the wall and grinding against her slowly through the light barrier of clothing. He gripped an edge of the robe and pulled, sliding it open, staring down at her body. The satiny skin of her body glowed in the candlelight. “Lovely, Yvette.” He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, suckling softly. He moaned lightly as she shifted, trying to press herself harder against him. Grasping her hips he carried her to the bed and settling her back he once again took the crimson material. Lifting her arm he secured it to the post. Her eyes opened and she immediately began to struggle and he braced his body over her, grasping the other arm and securing it like the first. Sliding his hand he slid it down the silky skin of her leg and taking hold of her ankle, he secured it to the bottom right post. Yvette continued to struggle, undulating her body in an attempt to break free. Laughing softly he quickly secured her last limb and gazed down at her perfection. The Ties That Bind Ch. 2 The girl lay upon the bed, her formed covered in a light sheen of sweat, limbs chained lightly to the bed with silk ties, legs spread. Soft keening cries broke the silence of the room accompanied by low husky moans as her hands tested the strength of her bonds, body undulating, tightening the material. Large eyes the color of jade, glazed with passion, stared at the ceiling where nymphs danced and frolicked, as a dark man bent over her gyrating form. Hands gliding over her smooth, porcelain skin he leaned down to whisper softly into her ear, "Beautiful," and then placed a warm kiss beneath her jaw. She whimpered, raising her hips in a silent plea to attest to the awakening of her body. His eyes slid slowly over her breasts, nipples a lush red and taunt with arousal, the softly rounded hips rising in a seductive rhythm of passion, calling for his touch. He closed his eyes, letting out his breath slowly and opened them, letting his hand slide leisurely up her leg, gazing at the contrast between pale flesh and crimson bonds. The night was young, he thought, and so was she. Leaning down he circled her nipple with his tongue, and then took it into his mouth, suckling deeply, teasing with his tongue ring. Her hips rose sharply at the action and he marveled at her responsiveness. By far, she was more than he ever dreamed possible. Gently taking her other nipple between forefinger and thumb, he squeezed, eliciting a gasp from her slightly parted lips. "Time to get more comfortable," He whispered huskily and slid himself between her spread thighs, pressing his aching erection into her sex, grinding slowly. "Mmm..." he murmured and moved to her other nipple, drawing on it softly. He playfully flicked it with his tongue, before resuming the deep suction. Head thrown back she whimpered around the gag, hips rising to meet the slow rocking. Lifting himself lightly, he shifted downward, trailing kisses down her stomach, playfully teasing her belly button with his tongue. His look became sultry as he reached for the pitcher on the bedside, and holding it above her prone form, letting champagne trickle slowly down her body. The chilled liquid slid across her breasts, down her stomach to pool lightly in her belly button before flowing down her sex. A cool balm to the fires raging within, he cast a heated look down at her body before lifting the gaze to her eyes. The eyes large with fear and arousal. He leaned down. "Fear not little one," He said with a gentle smile, before pressing a soft kiss to her stomach. Gliding his tongue over flesh that tasted of vanilla and champagne, slowly moving downward. Suddenly she jerked, fighting the hold of the ties, and he laughed continuing the decent until he reached her inner thigh, giving it a playful nip. "Regrets?" he looked up into her eyes as he slid a finger slowly within her sheath, laughing as her hips rose in welcome. "Your body bellies the struggle, you show." He maintained eye contact, slowly sliding the finger in and out. She keened softly. "What is it that you want?" He queried, using the other hand to tug away the gag. "Please," she gasped. "Please what?" He whisper, dark promise in coal black eyes. He added another finger to the first, stroking in and out slowly, twisting, widening. "Please, God," She cried and his lips twisted into the semblance of a smile. He stroked faster, feeling her wet sheath contract around his fingers. "Is this what you want?" He stated softly, then abruptly stopped., leaving his fingers immobile within her as he gazed into her tormented eyes. "Don't stop. Don't," she cried, hips lifting, slowly impaling herself deeper upon his fingers. "I need you inside me. I need you" "Enough to become my only? Devote yourself only to my happiness?" he laughed softly and slowly slid his fingers out to trace them along her lips, leaving a trail of glistening moisture in their wake, then proceeded to slowly slide them into the slick wet, heat of her mouth. She sucked her essence off them lightly, her eyes becoming darker with her passion as she looked into his eyes. He slowly slid his fingers out, gaze intent upon her mouth. Lips parted as her breathing escalated, wet and full. "Yes," she breathed, "Oh God yes." He lowered his head and captured her lips in a slow kiss, inhaling the delicate mix of vanilla and all that was his lover. Burying his hands in her russet colored hair, he traced her lower lip lightly with his tongue, slowly sliding into the warm cavern of her mouth. Their tongues mating with heady passion, a heated slide of wet silk as he untied the bonds that held her. She moaned softly and sucked on his tongue as he once again slid his fingers inside of her, stroking, rekindling the fires within. Sliding hands over her sleek form, he grasped her hips and slid them around his waist. He broke this kiss, breath falling softly onto her lips, panting. Resting his cheek against hers lightly he whispered, "Are you afraid? is this what you want?" Slowly sliding the head of his erection up and down her slit, teasing, slowly adding pressure. She let out an aching moan from low in her throat and tried to plunge up to meet the teasing motions, but his grip on her hips held her immobile. She whimpered sliding her hands down his back, back up, leaving a thin trail of blood as her nails raked his back. "Please…" She gazed into his fathomless eyes, seeking something. "Please what?" Was he softly spoken reply, he resumed the slow teasing motion of his erection, slowly sliding up, down, pressing lightly into her opening. It seemed like her body was aflame, as she tried to answer the movement with the rise of her hips. He continued holding her and whispered in her ear again, "What Is it that you crave?" "Fuck me, I need to feel you fill me, I need to be whole," She whispered back and shifted restlessly, seeking. In response to the teasing she was becoming wetter, and he was finding it harder to resist the urge to plunge inside of her and sate the feelings battling inside of him. But he held back, pressing merely the head within her, feeling the wet heat enclose just the tip. He released the merciless hold on her hips and she plunged upward burying him within her tight sheath, stretching. She clenched him tightly both within and outward. Arms coming up to embrace him as he slowly began to move within her. Sliding out, gliding slowly back in. His thrusts gaining momentum. Soft cries broke from her throat at each thrust as he slid almost completely out and slammed back in, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. Her body began to shake with his motions, her breasts bouncing lightly as he fucked her, lifting her legs higher against her body for a deeper penetration. Capturing her hands he slid them over her head and held them there with one hand while holding her thigh high on his hip with the other, thrusting even deeper. "God you're so tight," he whispered and once again kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the motion of his thrusts. Abruptly she broke the kiss, throwing her head back and screaming as she reached climax, clenching and rippling around him. He pulled out and turned her onto her stomach, propping her hips high. She rested her upper torso against the bed still shaking with climax, hands clenching the silken counterpane as he reentered her still rippling pussy. He pounded harder, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifted her so that she sat impaled on his cock. Grasping her hair, he pulled her ear to his mouth and whispered, "Want more?" and slid the other down her stomach, further down, lightly grazing her clit. She cried out softly and arched her back as climax burst upon her again. And as she squeezed him he moaned her name into her ear and exploded, filling her with his cum. Slowly grinding his hips against her ass, savoring the sensation of wet, silken heat massaging his cock, milking him. When the feeling finally subsided, he pulled out and walked to the wash stand by the bed and dipped a sponge into the sweet scented water. She lay where he left her, unconsious, russet hair obscuring her features. He gently settled her against the pillows and slowly began to run the sponge along her body cleaning her of the scent of love and his essence. As he finished she shivered and shifted slightly, parting her thighs enough for him to see her sex. His eyes once again darkened and he slid forward slowly lifting her legs onto his shoulders. "Round two?" he queried to her sleeping form, eyelids heavy and voice once again husky with arousal, lowering his head.