Safe With Me, Part 8 (The End) Page 8

  "Ooh!" I winced when he touched it at first. He obviously didn't care about my sore skin. He rubbed and kneaded it, paying no attention to my agonized murmuring. But after a little while, his hands felt good back there. Almost soothing. His fingers pressed so deep against my flesh, it probably should've hurt but it made me moan.

  With my eyes closed, I put my fingers on the back of his head and worked them into his hair. Mmm…his hair felt so right between my fingers..

  Tyler immediately let go of my breast and gave my butt a firm swat.

  I screamed and looked in his eyes. The platform was tall enough to put our eyes at the same level.

  He pressed his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes for a second, breathing hard. "No. You don't touch me unless I give you permission." He gave me another smack. "You understand?"

  I nodded.

  He smacked me again and stood up straight. "No." He smirked. "What's a good girl say?"

  In a less aroused physical state I may have told him to fuck off. But instead, I sighed reluctantly and said, "Yes, sir?"

  He grinned, but not for long. His eyebrows furrowed, as if he had a sudden idea. "Sir. Nah. You know what I wanna hear."

  I didn't even have to think about it. The answered popped effortlessly into my brain. "Yes." I let out another reluctant sigh. "Mr. Campbell."

  He chuckled. "Very good."

  Then I watched him walk a few steps away and bend over to pick up something. Rope. That must have been what he took from the cabinet, and I'd been too concerned with the pole and my weight to notice he'd thrown it on the floor.

  With the long white rope in his hands, he stood in front of me. "Turn around. Hands behind your back."

  I glared at him. Surely he wouldn't do this to me? The only other time he tied me up, it was my idea. I was ready for it that night. Today was different.

  One of the corners of his mouth formed a frown. "Just do it. It'll be okay."

  That little hint of sympathy was in his eyes again but I knew he wasn't going to give up on his fantasy. I always told him I'd think about it, but that was before I had weeks to try to forget.

  "Come on," he said. "Be a good girl for me."

  I took one more look in his eyes, blew out an unsteady breath, and turned around. He immediately pulled my wrists behind my back and began to circle them with rope.

  Breathe…breathe…just be here. Just be in the moment.

  The feel of rope around my wrists brought back memories. God, it felt like yesterday.

  That was a long time ago, Susie. Breathe…breathe… Don't go back there. Don't ever go back there.

  I looked straight ahead in the mirror and saw my chest jutting forward by the pressure from having my arms pinned behind me. Such an awkward stance. And the expression on my face. Holy shit. It was genuine fear. But as I felt him working that rope, the fear seemed silly. He tied it tight, but he kept adjusting my wrists, then readjusting the rope like he knew exactly how much movement my arms would require. He was so logical and mechanical. I loved that about him. His bragging mom told me at Thanksgiving that when he was a boy he would constantly take things apart to see how they worked. When he was eleven he started begging his dad to let him help at the shop.

  Mmm…so good with his hands. I smiled. His mom had no idea how good he truly was with those hands…

  When he finished he got up on the platform beside me. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

  Before I could answer, his mouth attached to mine. One of his hands was rubbing my ass, the other squeezing my breast. And I was in heaven.

  His tongue filled my mouth, but he licked me gently. So very calculated. He had to know what he was doing. I soon realized I was moving my hips back and forth in anticipation of where else he could use that tongue.

  As we kissed, he slid his hand down my stomach, stopping just above my clit.

  Asshole! He wanted to torture me! His hand stayed right there, pressing firmly against my skin. I could almost feel it. Almost.

  Just go a little lower…a little lower… please Tyler… If his mouth hadn't been covering mine I probably would've said it out loud.

  And then, finally, he went lower. His open palm glided right across my lips.

  I bent my knees and rocked my hips against his hand. It didn't matter if he didn't like it or not. I needed a whole lot more than that gentle hand.

  He broke our kiss, smiling. "You're gonna drown me today. You're soaked." Then he kissed me again. And his hand moved slower than ever.

  I moved my hips faster to try to make use of his hand, but he pulled it away and stopped kissing me.

  He slapped my butt. "Greedy girl."

  "Damn you!" I hissed when I saw the look on his face. He knew he was working me into a frenzy and he liked it.

  Another slap on my butt. "Turn around."

  I groaned as I shuffled my feet. He stopped me before I turned to face the other direction.

  "Stay there," he said. "It'll be fun to watch from this angle."

  I looked to my side. My full profile was on display in the mirror.

  "Bend over," he said.

  Taking a deep breath, I bent forward.

  He put his arm under my stomach, holding me still.

  I saw his hand draw back in the mirror, then land heavy against my butt.

  "Ooh!" I moaned. It wasn't pain to me anymore. And pleasure seems like too weak a description. I wanted more, more, more. Maybe it felt nice to finally have any kind of force slamming near my pussy.

  He kept his eyes on the mirror, watching the reflection as he spanked me. His face was so serious. His eyes never left my ass.

  And suddenly, after one particularly sharp swat, his fingers slid through my lips with the strong motion I'd been craving.

  "Yes!" I screamed.

  He smacked me again. "No."

  "Please! I need it!"

  Smack! "No." Smack! "You can't always get your way."

  "Shit!"

  He spanked me again. "Yeah, it sucks, doesn't it? When you want something so bad." Smack! "It's all you ever think about." His eyes found mine in the mirror as he gave me another hard slap. "And it's right there in front of you but you just can't have it." Smack! "And then you have to see it every fuckin' day but it just doesn't want you anymore."

  "I never said I didn't want you anymore."

  "Quiet!" He gave me one more swat, then he quickly brought me up to an upright standing position. "Stay right there." He walked off the platform to the big pile of pillows against the wall. "Are these clean?"

  "Yes."

  His head whipped around to look at me, tilting to the side, one eyebrow lifted. "What was that?"

  I sighed. "Yes, Mr. Campbell."

  He turned back to the pillows. "You sure? I know this room has a history."

  "Yes, I'm sure. I got those…recently…" For him, before I went away for winter break. I always kept this room stocked full of large floor cushions and other assorted pillows to make it easier to fuck on the hardwood floor. My old ones all went to the garbage dump.

  "Alright." He picked up two big cushions at once and brought them over to the mirror. Then he went back for a few more until the floor below me was nicely padded.

  A big smile spread across his face as he stood in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a kiss, biting my bottom. When he pulled away, he said, "Get on your knees. Face the mirror."

  I did as he requested. He helped guide me along to exactly where he wanted me to kneel.

  And then he pushed me forward. My body landed firmly with a loud 'thunk,' crushing my breasts. "Ow!" I was stuck there with my hands tied behind my back, unsure how I was supposed to move. For a moment I was scared, but then I felt his hands around my waist.

  He was behind me on his knees, raising my hips just a little.

  The side of my face was mashed against the pillow but I was able to move my head around enough to see him in the mirror. I watched him enter me. The feeling was incredible. I was tempted to clo
se my eyes and collapse against the pillow completely but it was too much fun to watch him fuck me.

  As usual, he gave it to me like his life depended on it. I saw my butt jiggling with every thrust. It was so nice to feel his cock inside me again. My entire body jolted lifelessly with his rhythm.

  He reached forward and wove his fingers into my hair, then clenched it in his fist.

  "Uh!" My mouth flew open as my head fell back, my chest lifting from the pillows. It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. I did my best to bend my hips and make sure he wouldn't have to strain one bit to pound me. Fuck, I needed him. I didn't even know how much. There was nothing better than having that beautiful man slam into me as hard as possible.

  The view in the mirror was intense. I thought about asking if he'd go to the cabinet that held my little video camera. I wanted to remember this. His strong arm forward, holding my hair. Hair flying around his face and shoulders. He was staring straight at my ass, perhaps just enjoying the sight of his cock penetrating me. But the best thing about it was the way his sweaty body moved. In, out, in, out, in, out. He pounded a strong, brutal rhythm against me.

  At that moment, I was infinitely thankful for being thrown over his shoulder that morning.

  He stopped and pulled out of me just as his expression grew serious, like he was about to get off. His voice was breathless. "Turn around."

  I fell against the pillow as he let me go. Did he forget I had my hands tied behind my back? "I'll try but I need your help, Mr. Campbell."

  With a heavy breath he said, "Yeah."

  Next thing I knew, the pillows beneath me were sliding around. His arms were under my stomach and chest, moving me along until I was completely turned around. Then he helped me up on my knees.

  He took a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow before standing up, then stepping down onto the floor in front of me.

  Instantly, he grabbed my hair. With a loud, urgent whisper, he stared into my eyes and said, "You're gonna suck me off now."

  Yes. Whatever you want, Mr. Campbell.

  My mouth flew open, and suddenly, he was inside it. Tyler had pulled my head right down to where it needed to be, then held me against his groin.

  He hit the back of my throat immediately. Yeah, he was a big boy, but I could handle it. In the past I always flattened my tongue all way to the bottom of my mouth and tried to open my throat before taking his sturdy cock, but today, he didn't give me time to prepare. I was surprised I didn't gag. My sweet Tyler was now demanding and rough, and I hoped he could see how much I appreciated it.

  All I could do was keep my mouth open, try my best to flatten the back of my tongue, and make sure I kept breathing through my nose.

  With a combination of moving my head and his hips, he fucked my mouth. He moaned and quietly murmured things like, "That's it. That's what I want," and, "Your ass is so red." I could hear in his voice that my punished backside turned him on more than anything. In my forward-bent position, it was on full display for him in the mirror.

  I was too busy to analyze why it made me so happy to do this for him. Shouldn't I still be angry? Until last night, I didn't know just how much I'd hurt him. I hated the thought of him being in that much pain. He couldn't sleep because of me. And today, somehow his pain had pushed him over the edge. If letting him fill my mouth with his cock while I had my hands tied behind my back was something that would make him feel better, I was all for it.

  He held my head still and pummeled my throat until I heard those last impatient breaths he always took just before he came. I didn't know I missed those. There was something so vulnerable about the way he got off. His moans were so endearing and grateful, even the ones that didn't form words. Today, even in the midst of his newfound dominance, his sounds were sweet and humble, and they made me remember all the things I loved about him.

  I swallowed as soon as he pulled my head away. He came so far in the back of my throat, I could barely even taste him.

  When I sat back on my heels, I looked up at him, awaiting my turn. Hoping it was time.

  He bent forward and put his arms around me, hugging me and kissing my neck.

  Yes… take me… your tongue… my clit… please, I can already feel it…

  His arms stayed around me for a little while longer until I figured out what he was doing — looking at my bright red butt in the mirror again. Hadn't he had enough of that by now? He worked his hands under my cheeks and pulled me back up to a kneeling position as he rubbed my skin.

  I wanted him now more than ever. Especially when his fingers slid down between my cheeks. He pulled me forward against him a little more, and I imagined my pussy was right there for him to see in the mirror. His fingers caressed me perfectly, sliding through my lips with precision until he came to my clit, rubbing it hard enough to make me shudder.

  "Yes!" I screamed.

  He groaned and drew his hand away, giving my ass a hearty swat.

  Again? Unbelievable. "Damn it, Tyler!"

  He chuckled and swatted me again, then growled in my ear, "It's. My. Day. Don't forget that." He pulled away from me with a grin. "You hungry?"

  I had to think about it. Food was about the last thing on my mind. "Yeah. I guess so."

  "You need to use the bathroom?"

  "No."

  "Okay then." He put his hands under my armpits, lifting me up to my feet, then he got behind me and started to untie me.

  We didn't speak as he untied me. I had no idea what to expect. Was he finished? What was he doing?

  As soon as my wrists were freed, I shook my arms and shoulders. It felt so nice to move again.

  But then he came around in front of me.

  "Hold out your hands," he said

  "Huh?"

  He tilted his head to the side. "Same rules still apply. You'll get your spanking for that later." He took each of my hands in his and held them together. Soon, he was looping the rope around and between them.

  I shook my head. "What the hell?"

  "What? Don't pretend you didn't like it, Susie."

  Silence. Besides the sound of him tying and adjusting that rope, there was only silence. Yes, I liked being tied up by him. He put so much effort into getting it just right; his eyebrows furrowed like he was concentrating as hard as he could. There was nothing not to love about Tyler. It'd been weeks since I'd gotten to be so close to him. It felt so intimate to be right there in front of him, both of us naked, with him putting all of his effort into restraining me so he could use me for a while longer.

  When he finished, he pulled on a dangling length of rope as he stepped onto the floor, yanking me along behind him. He didn't look back at me for my approval, either. He just walked on and he was going to pull me whether I wanted him to or not.

  I rolled my eyes and followed.

  We stopped at the cabinet by the door, where he'd left the keys. He took something out but wouldn't let me see it until he walked me a few steps over to the hook.

  That's when he lifted his hand and showed me the blindfold.

  "No!" I shouted.

  "Don't make me get out the ball gag, honey." He smirked, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure you don't want that."

  I gulped and stared up into his brown eyes until he secured the blindfold around my head a moment later. It was satin in the front with a stretchy elastic band securing it to the back of my head. Soon, the world around me was pitch black.

  I heard him walking, then opening a cabinet, then walking across the room and coming back and placing something on the floor beside me. It sounded like a wooden chair. Then I heard him stand up on the chair and grunt for a little while as he worked with something on the ceiling.

  It wasn't long before he got off the chair and put his hands around my waist to yank me over a few steps. Soon, he was breathing in front of me as he lifted my arms over my head.

  And soon after that, I was blindfolded and hanging from the ceiling, my feet scarcely resting flat on the floor. He made it seem so easy.
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  He put his arms around my back and kissed my lips. From his eager moaning I could tell he was already enjoying this a little too much.

  When he stopped kissing me, he whispered in my ear, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

  And then he left the room, and I was alone. Alone, blindfolded, and tied to a hook on the ceiling. Until today, it was probably my worst nightmare.

  But I wasn't afraid with Tyler.

  In the darkness, I was acutely aware of each of my senses. My hair against my back, making me a little itchy. The faint tropical smell of massage oil that had leaked inside a nearby cabinet. Wind from outside blowing against the two windows in the room. The stress building in my shoulders from my arms being extended over my head. Lord, I hoped he wouldn't be too long. This position was starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe I could talk him into giving me a massage after we were finished.