Page 78 of Tamed
“Open it.”
There was no arguing with his tone, so I opened my mouth, my heartbeat getting faster. He slid something soft between my teeth, a length of material, tying it firmly behind my head.
A gag. Okay, I hadn’t expected that, but I didn’t protest. I could smell his familiar scent on the material and that eased my anxiety.
“This is an exercise in trust, Isabel.” His voice was rough and gravelly. “And you need to trust me. Do you? Nod your head if so.”
I nodded, breathing fast and hard. As if he needed to ask. I’d always trusted him. Always.
“Good girl.” The warm note in his rough voice made my heart feel sore and my eyes prickle. I loved the sound of it so much. “Now, hands behind your back.”
I knelt forward, pressing my cheek to the cushions and did as he asked. Then I felt something wind around my wrists, another soft piece of material binding them together.
“Did you imagine this, Isabel?” he asked quietly as he pulled the material tight. “That I’d gag you and tie your hands behind your back? Was this part of your fantasy?”
It hadn’t been, but the feel of being bound was so deliciously erotic that I nodded my head anyway.
Caleb laughed, a soft, sexy rumble. “Liar. I’ll punish you for that later.”
Forgetting that I had a piece of material between my teeth, I began to protest, only for him to laugh again, the sound brushing like velvet over my bare skin. “And that’s why you have a gag, little girl. Because you just can’t help yourself, can you?” His hand stroked down my spine, making me shudder. “But don’t worry, feel free to say what you like. The gag will stop you from breaking any rules.” His stroking fingers paused at the tie around my wrists, and he gave it a tug. “And this will stop you from doing any forbidden touching either.”
I took a deep, shuddering breath, my heartbeat racing, the persistent, nagging ache between my thighs almost painful. He knew me too well. I’d have broken all the rules and earned some punishments without even thinking, but this way I didn’t need to be anxious about it.
Being bound was erotic, but I hadn’t realized it could also be relaxing.
“So,” Caleb went on, “You won’t be able to speak or use your hands, so nod if you’re comfortable. If I think this is too much for you, I’ll stop and that’s part of the trust exercise. You’ll have to trust that I’ll know what’s best for you.”
I nodded, shivering with hunger, a growing nervousness, and a desire that I couldn’t deny. It felt so starkly forbidden, yet that was also part of the appeal. Apparently, I had a taste for the forbidden.
It was all due to him, of course. This wouldn’t work with anyone else. Only him.
His hands settled on my hips, warm and strong, drawing me up onto my knees and his touch calmed me further. He wouldn’t be doing any of this if he had doubts I could handle it, which must mean he had no doubts.
He was trusting me, I realized with a sudden flash of insight. He was trusting me to handle myself the way he thought I could.
I breathed deeply, the last of my trepidation falling away, relaxing all my muscles as the cushions dipped and he leaned in close. Then something cold and liquid dripped over my skin and I jumped.
“Easy,” he murmured. “It’s just lube.” He touched me, his fingers smoothing the liquid in between my ass cheeks, finding the tight opening there and massaging liquid around it, inside it, making me groan into the gag.
A dark, dirty pleasure began to unfurl inside me, stealing what little breath I had and building the already intense pressure between my thighs. Oh, this felt good, like really,reallygood. I’d had no idea. And that there was an edge of wrongness to it only made it hotter.
More of the cold liquid fell on my skin, his finger pushing deeper, and I made another helpless sound, unable to stop myself. I couldn’t keep still, my hips shifting as I pressed back into his touch, wanting more, wanting him to touch me more directly but then he took his hand away.
“What did I tell you?” His hand came down on my ass in a swat that made me jump again, my skin prickling with heat. “Keep still.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” I muttered inarticulately through the gag.
He must have understood, because his hand descended again to stroke the curve of my ass. “Apparently even a gag isn’t enough to silence Isabel Fox.” There was amusement in his voice. “But do as you’re told next time, hmmm?” As if to emphasize his point, he pinched me. Hard.
A jolt of pain shot through me, adding to the pleasure already gathering inside me, and while I was tempted to keep on breaking the rules — seemed as if I had a taste for pain — I also wanted to be his good little girl, so I stayed still, trembling.
His hand stroked over me again, warm and strong, and then unexpectedly a hot mouth rested at the top my spine, delivering kisses that fell like sparks down the length of my back. All the while that wicked finger worked in and out of my ass, the combination of filthy pleasure and tender kisses making me moan against the gag.
I closed my eyes, need pulsing like a giant heartbeat inside me, shaking with the effort of not moving, conscious of the taste of cotton in my mouth.
God, if he drew this out any longer, I was going to explode.
Then just as that thought occurred to me, he took his finger away and gripped my hips, positioning me, and then came the hot press of his skin against my ass and the thick slide of his cock between my ass cheeks. The head of his dick pushed against the tight opening there and I stiffened instinctively, chills chasing over me.