Being Hers (Irresistibly Bound, #1)

by Anna Stone

Mel’s breasts spilled out of the cups as it fell away. Vanessa caressed them with her hands, her fingertips sweeping over Mel’s nipples. “How does it feel to be at my mercy?” Vanessa asked. “Good. So good…” A ripple of delight went through Mel’s body. With her senses dampened, Vanessa’s touch was electric. Vanessa shifted down the bed and straddled Mel. Her weight was heavy on Mel’s small, bound frame. As Vanessa’s body pressed against hers, she realized that Vanessa was naked. She yearned to break free and tear off the blindfold, and touch and kiss Vanessa’s soft skin. But bound as she was, she could do nothing but lay there. Bound as she was, she was powerless to stop Vanessa. But stopping Vanessa was the last thing she wanted. Vanessa drew a line of kisses down Mel’s stomach. Mel trembled. Slowly and gingerly, Vanessa untied the ribbons at the sides of Mel’s panties. Mel lifted her hips as Vanessa pulled them out from under her. She felt like a gift that Vanessa was unwrapping.

“The only sounds I want to hear from you are cries of pleasure.” Vanessa dragged her fingernails down Mel’s sides and grabbed the other woman’s ass cheeks, pulling Mel harder into her. Finally, she slid her tongue between Mel’s lips and drew it up Mel’s folds, eliciting soft gasps. Mel twitched on the bed as Vanessa devoured her. Every sweep of Vanessa’s tongue, every brush of her lips sent a tremor through Mel’s body and murmurs spilling from her mouth. Vanessa had complete control over Mel’s pleasure, and she was determined to show it. Vanessa teased and toyed with Mel until she was close to peaking, then she held Mel there, at the precipice, never quite letting her tip over the edge. Mel twisted and tugged, fighting her restraints. She wanted to scream. She wanted to plead with Vanessa for release. But she understood the rules of this game. She had to take whatever Vanessa gave her with nothing less than gratitude. And eventually, her submission would be rewarded.

Once again, Vanessa brought Mel to the edge. But this time, she kept going. Mel let out a cry, bucking and thrashing as her orgasm rolled through her. Vanessa’s mouth was unrelenting, licking and sucking away until Mel fell back down to the bed and her body calmed. Vanessa kissed Mel, stealing the last of her breath. She could taste herself on the other woman’s lips. Vanessa pulled the blindfold from Mel’s eyes and untied her wrists and ankles. Mel blinked rapidly, her eyes readjusting to the light.

This was the first time she had seen Vanessa naked. Her curves seemed more pronounced, and her dark hair, both on her head and the small patch between her legs, stood out against her milky skin. Her areolas were a rosy pink on her pale breasts. Vanessa watched Mel watch her. For whatever reason, it made Mel blush. Vanessa smiled and pulled Mel into an embrace. After being restrained, her senses muffled, having Vanessa’s arms around her felt heavenly. “Did you mean what you said earlier? About belonging to me?” Vanessa asked. “Yes, Vanessa.”

“Being submissive in bed has nothing to do with who you are out in the world. And submission does not equal weakness. In fact, it takes a great deal of strength to do this.”

“I’m sure it is. But it takes strength to embrace that side of you. And to act on it. I’ve tried it myself, you know. Only a few times. I wanted to get a better understanding of what it feels like to be on the other side. It was terrifying. I could never do it again.” Mel was surprised. She couldn’t imagine Vanessa being subservient or vulnerable. She always seemed so fearless. Who was Vanessa behind her impenetrably cool façade? “It does take strength to do this, Melanie. Putting yourself in someone else’s hands. Making yourself vulnerable to them. Trusting them with your everything. You are anything but weak.”

Vanessa stood in the parking lot leaning against the side of a sleek, black convertible. The top was down, showing off the white leather interior.

She’d known she was gay since she was five, and dating girls was not an option at her conservative high school.

“Sorry, Jess, I gotta go. See you tomorrow.” Mel hurried over to Vanessa, leaving Jess to gawk from the sidewalk. Mel was torn between shrinking with embarrassment and running up to Vanessa and throwing her arms around her. “Hello, Melanie.” Vanessa pulled Mel into an embrace and kissed her on the cheek.

“I’m making you nervous?” Vanessa said. “Why?”

“I assure you, I’m not looking for a relationship either. Well, not in the conventional sense. I want nothing more than what I’ve already told you. I want to show you all about the pleasures of submission. Do you still want that?”

Vanessa’s words planted a very sexy image in Mel’s mind. She couldn’t help but grin. “Really, Melanie?” Vanessa shook her head with a smile. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“You want to give up control, to lose yourself in a way that you would never allow yourself to out in the real world. Me? I want control in its purest, most absolute form. What I do gives me complete power over another person in the most intimate of ways. I become her Master, her whole world. Her everything.” Mel felt a chill wash over her. “There’s an immense satisfaction that comes from having the power to make someone fall apart with nothing more than a word. Or, a touch.”

“All those fantasies you told me about? I’m going to grant them, and so much more. I’ll show you how good it feels to relinquish control. I’ll take you to heights of pleasure that you’ve only dreamed of. I’ll show you the sweet oblivion that comes with total submission.” Vanessa’s fingertips brushed against Mel’s panties. Heat rippled through her. “And in exchange? You’ll be mine, body and mind.” Vanessa slid her fingers up and down, pushing Mel’s panties between her lips. Mel stifled a gasp. Was Vanessa going to do this here? As Vanessa’s fingers stroked faster under the bar, she found that she didn’t care. “That’s right. You belong to me now. And I don’t like to share. Which means no one but me is allowed to touch you. Not even yourself. The only release that you’re going to get is at my hands. Do you understand?”

Mel blinked. She didn’t want Vanessa to stop. She was practically throbbing.

It took a moment for Mel to realize that Vanessa had gotten her all worked up and left her hanging on purpose. And now Vanessa was going to disappear on her?

“Don’t look so distraught,” Vanessa said. “I promise you, when I get back, the fun will really begin.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I have a lot to do. It could be a few days. A week. Maybe even longer. And don’t forget what I said. No one is to touch you.” Vanessa shot Mel a stern look. “I’ll know if you break my rules. And I don’t want to have to punish you.”

How was your run? Did you work off all that pent-up frustration? Yes, Vanessa. Mel let out an exasperated sigh. She had been in a state of fevered arousal all week. Vanessa’s constant reminders were not helping. In the past, Mel could go for weeks, even months without masturbating. But somehow, Vanessa forbidding Mel from touching herself made her want to do so even more.

She was torn between her growing need and her strong compulsion to obey Vanessa.

Mel’s heart jumped. Finally! Her stomach dropped as she read it again. Only her gifts? Did Vanessa expect Mel to leave the house in nothing but lingerie? And that lingerie? It barely counted as underwear.

“Now I know that you’re telling the truth about not touching yourself.” Vanessa pressed her finger into the wet spot on Mel’s panties. “This is far too easy.” Mel whimpered. If Vanessa wanted to, she could make Mel come in seconds.

“Good. Remember, using your safe word isn’t a sign of weakness. When you need to use it, use it.”

“Okay. But I plan to do far more with you than that.” Vanessa walked to the center of the room and beckoned Mel with a finger. “Come here.” Mel followed, hypnotized by Vanessa’s voice. Vanessa took Mel’s hands and brought her wrists together. Out of nowhere, Vanessa produced a short chain and clipped the cuffs to each other.

Vanessa cupped Mel’s face in her hands. “How do you feel?” “Fine,” Mel remembered Vanessa’s words about honesty. “A little anxious. But not in a bad way.” Vanessa kissed Mel gently on the lips. “Trust me.”

“It’s because pain is a stimulant. Just like a drug, it puts your nervous system on high alert, and makes your body hypersensitive in the best possible way.”

Slowly, Mel’s cheeks began to burn. But it only added to the heat between her legs. Vanessa pressed her body up against Mel’s and ran her hands over Mel’s stinging cheeks. “That feeling? That rush? It’s your body reacting to the perceived danger. Every stroke brings you closer and closer to an elevated state of awareness.” She leaned in and whispered into Mel’s ear. “And tonight, I’m going to take you all the way there.”

“Your skin looks so lovely striped in pink.” Vanessa trailed the supple tip of the riding crop over Mel’s ass. “How are you doing, Melanie?”

Vanessa continued, alternating between gentle brushes of the riding crop and short, sharp stings, gently caressing Mel’s body in between. When every inch of her cheeks had been marked by the whip, Vanessa moved on to the back of Mel’s thighs. More than once, the crop hit dangerously close to her most sensitive parts.

“Do you want more?” Vanessa asked. “Mmmm.” Mel’s whole body was alive with energy. “Yes, Vanessa.” “Ask nicely.” “Please, Vanessa. Can I have more?”

Mel did as Vanessa instructed. She closed her eyes and let everything else fade away. And slowly, she slipped into a state of bliss. She lost track of time. She lost track of everything around her. All that Mel was aware of was her own body, and Vanessa’s presence, and the pure, concentrated pleasure that Vanessa was giving her. The whip disappeared and was replaced by the press of Vanessa’s hands. They felt cool against her burning skin. “Do you feel that? The pain has heightened your senses.” Vanessa slid a hand up underneath Mel’s bra and caressed her breasts. “Every nerve in your body is awake. Every sensation is amplified.” She pinched Mel’s nipple firmly.

Mel’s legs and flicked. Mel gasped. It was like a bolt of lightning shooting straight into her core. “I’m impressed,” Vanessa said. “I thought you’d be begging by now.” Mel’s only response was a whimper. “Do you want me to give you your release?” Vanessa grazed Mel’s inner thighs with her fingertips. Mel nodded. Vanessa slipped her fingers into Mel’s panties and between her lips, and strummed her swollen nub, eliciting endless moans from deep within Mel’s chest. After going for so long without an orgasm, it didn’t take long until Mel was close to the edge. “Go on,” Vanessa said. “Come for me.” Mel convulsed against Vanessa’s body, her lips a wide O. She collapsed in Vanessa’s arms, overcome by the feeling that she had floated out of her body. “Mmmm…” Somehow, Mel found herself on the bed, her wrists unbound, Vanessa’s arm slung across her small frame. Her body still tingled like her nerves were alight. “Welcome back,” Vanessa said.

“That, Melanie, was subspace.” Vanessa rolled over to face Mel. “It’s a natural high, a rush of adrenaline and endorphins triggered by all the sensations that your body was experiencing. At least, that’s the physical side. There’s far more to subspace than that. Or so I’m told.” Mel knew exactly what Vanessa was talking about. At that moment when the rest of the world had fallen away was like nothing she’d ever experienced. And the connection she’d felt toward Vanessa had been sublime.

Mel rolled over. Vanessa moved in closer, her body pressed against Mel’s side, and ran her hand down to Mel’s cheeks. They were covered in angry, red welts. Vanessa traced gentle lines over them with her fingertips while planting soft kisses on the back of Mel’s shoulder. Mel purred. She liked that tender, sweet side of Vanessa. She wondered how often Vanessa let anyone see it. She closed her eyes.

As soon as they entered her apartment, Mel was seized by a gnawing in her chest. Suddenly, the prospect of being left alone filled her with dread. In minutes she had gone from feeling blissful and content to feeling raw and vulnerable. Upon seeing Mel’s face, Vanessa’s expression softened. “It’s hitting you right now, isn’t it?” Mel nodded. She felt like her insides were spilling out. “You’re okay.” Vanessa gathered Mel in her arms and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “You’ll feel better once you’re in bed.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Vanessa said quietly. “I would do anything to keep you from hurting.”

Mel sat up groggily and looked across the room to the countertop that functioned as her kitchen. There was a large to-go cup of coffee and a paper bag bearing the logo of the bakery down the road. Vanessa brought her breakfast? Mel backtracked. Vanessa had been here, in Mel’s dingy little apartment? And she had stayed the night in Mel’s bed?

Mel flopped back down onto her stomach. She twisted her head around to inspect her aching cheeks. Faint bruises were starting to form. The events of last night came flooding back. The car ride. Lilith’s Den. The Scarlet Room. And then, Vanessa holding Mel on the bed as she broke down in Vanessa’s arms.

Vanessa picked up the phone within two rings. “Give me a moment.”

Tomorrow night. My room at The Lounge. After your shift. Another message followed shortly after. I’m sorry that I’ve been out of touch.

“Mmmm…” Mel lay on the king bed in Vanessa’s room above The Lounge, her hot, sweaty limbs tangled with Vanessa’s. A pair of handcuffs lay discarded on the bed beside them. Mel closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. The last few hours had silenced all of Mel’s doubts. She had been right that the night at Lilith’s Den had changed everything between her and Vanessa. Only it was for the better. They were more attuned to each other somehow, more connected. It was subtle but unmistakable.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever had to beg to let me spoil them.” She pushed Mel down by the shoulders, straddled her body and pinned her wrists above her head. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Mel followed Jess’s gaze across the lawn. Vanessa had come to pick her up again. And this time, she was holding an enormous bouquet of yellow and white daffodils. Mel had made an offhand comment about how much she loved daffodils once before. She never expected that Vanessa would remember it.

“Happy birthday, Melanie.” Balancing the bouquet in one hand, Vanessa pulled Mel into a long, deep kiss.

We’re all hostages of our pasts.”

“You would never allow that, would you? You should know, you’re the first woman who hasn’t simply let me do whatever the hell I want with you. Outside the bedroom, that is.” Vanessa lowered her voice. “You have no idea how infuriating it is. It only makes me want you even more.”

“I assure you, that was all Joseph.” Vanessa sighed. “He’s the chef. I had to tell him it was your birthday for us to get the restaurant for the night, but I made him promise not to make a fuss.” She glanced down at the cake. “He’s been known to come out singing, so I suppose this is him being discreet.”

She pulled Mel up off the couch and guided her to an open space in front of a large mirror on the wall. Vanessa grabbed the hem of Mel’s blouse and drew it up over her head, then tugged Mel’s skirt down to the floor. Vanessa ran her fingers over the cups of Mel’s lacy, purple bra. “These were my first gift to you.” A light smile crossed Vanessa’s lips. “I love seeing you in things that are mine.”

“Open your eyes,” Vanessa said. Mel opened her eyes. Vanessa was kneeling over her, naked, her pale red nipples standing up on her ivory breasts. And extending out from between her legs was a smooth, black strap-on.

But seeing Vanessa kneeling above her, the ebony cock contrasting against Vanessa’s milky white skin, made Mel throb between her thighs. Nervous anticipation welled up inside her. Somehow, the incongruity between the phallic strap-on and Vanessa’s feminine curves made it even hotter. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take it very, very slow. When I’m through with you, you’ll be more than ready for me.” Vanessa’s words sounded more like a threat than reassurance. Mel lay helpless underneath Vanessa as she made good on her promise. She teased Mel with her fingers, her lips, her entire body. She pressed her breasts against Mel’s. She wrapped her mouth around Mel’s nipples, and sucked, and licked, and bit. She slid off Mel’s panties and slipped her fingers down to where Mel’s thighs met.