Zia had passed Zackquarius on the lawn outside. He greeted her. "Hey, Doc. He's all set up waiting for you, just like you wanted."
"Thanks, Zack. No Randy tonight?" she asked.
"He's working late tonight but thanks to you getting me all horned up I think I'll have to have a surprise for him when he gets home. By the way, watch out on the way down the stairs. Shelly was headed down after me and I think she and Cin had a few plans of their own."
"Ok, thanks for the warning." She passed by him to enter the house and start down the steps to the wine cellar. She was excited but also apprehensive. Its not like she really knew what she was doing here. She had a canvas bag of supplies with her and a few ideas, but she was going to be winging it.
Sure enough near the top of stairs, were Shelly and Cin, along with one Seal in locked metal cuffs and one leather cuffed and chained Collins. "Hey, girl," Shelly greeted as she turned Seal from facing the wall. She practically disappeared behind her husband, her petite frame dwarfed by his large and muscular self. It was almost comical. Cin was badass; military born, bred, and trained herself. She had grown up in a family of five brothers. Regardless, Zia was well aware that the two men in front of her were currently in bondage, courtesy of their wives, because they allowed themselves to be.
"Have fun, Doc," Cin chimed in, as she pulled her husband back against her and licked up his neck to lightly bite his earlobe. "I know I will."
"Thanks for the assist, all," she returned as she moved past the departing couples and down the stairs. When she reached the bottom step the sight that greeted her almost made her drop her supply bag and she felt a near instantaneous pool of slick between her thighs.
Phil was on his knees, wrists buckled with black leather cuffs, arms pulled out tight to the side with ropes to hooks in the side walls, well-muscled back bare and facing her, head dropped forward and covered with a black hood.
She swallowed and crossed the room to him, softly setting the tote bag down just behind him from her left hand. She circled around him, ducking under the taunt ropes, enjoying the view from each and every angle. She watched him breathe and his body shift slightly as his ears apparently followed her movements. To his credit, he didn't speak. When she had made enough passes to feel that the images were burned in her retinas, she moved to behind him, and placed a hand over his left collarbone, followed by his right. He actually moaned at her touch. "Hey, Z," he greeted softly.
It was cool in the cellar, but his back was slick and as she watched a drop of sweat beaded and rolled down his spine and under the small gap in his waistband to his perfect ass. As she licked her lips, a second bead followed the first. "You ok, sweetheart? Looks like you're burning up. I wonder why?" she asked mockingly. "You look positively smoking."
She knew him well enough at this point to know that brought a smile to his lips under the hood. He more than enjoyed her praise of his body in any form. She trailed her fingertips down his left arm, feeling the muscles pulled taught. His wrist was relaxed down against the cuff. She checked his hands and fingers. She was sure he wasn't comfortable, but she didn't want to cause him harm. Satisfied that nerves and circulation were ok, she trailed back up the arm, walked her fingers across his impressive shoulders to slide down the right arm. She got to the right hand and bent to place a kiss to the back of it. "So, babe, I asked you, you ok?"
"Mmmm," he moaned as her lips brushed his hand again and he twitched his fingers as if begging to touch her. "You're here. I'm good."
She moved to literally suck his middle finger into her mouth. He struggled against the binding to brush his other fingers against her chin. She sucked seductively and then released his finger, kissing the back of his hand again. "If that changes," she instructed. "Make sure you let me know."
She moved to slip off the hood. He shifted to look up at her, but she placed a hand on top of his head and another at the junction of his head and neck, holding him steady. She placed her lips against his neck and began to kiss and suck. He sighed and tried to shift closer to her. She licked up his neck, taking his ear lobe, kissing and sucking that and then used to teeth to nibble. "Z," he moaned, breathlessly. "You know if you release me, I can just fuck you into the floor and get this over faster for the both of us."
She knew from what she had read that if positions were reversed, he'd likely get her higher if he left her blindfolded, but as a man, he'd do better being able to watch her. Something about men being more visual and women more imaginative. Same reasoning as to why men in general preferred to watch porn and woman preferred to read it. But right now, she was enjoying being the one in charge. "First, I'm not interested in fast," she stated. "Second, if, you're lucky enough that I allow that to happen, I'll be the one fucking you into the floor."
"God, sweetheart, you are going to be the death of me."
"If you're lucky," she replied, moving away from him to the waiting tote.
Phil managed to turn his head to look at her when she stepped away from him. She had on a sleek black tank dress and tall brown riding boots that stopped just below the hem of the dress. The zipper on the back of the boots was red, trailing a sexy line on the back of each leg. She looked as amazing as ever, but Phil was more interested in what was going on under the dress. If he was damn lucky, maybe she didn't have anything else on.
"Turn around," she directed sternly. Sighing, he did as he was told, allowing his head to drop. If she wanted him to submit, he could do that. He could do anything for Zia.
When she returned to his personal space, he nearly jumped at the sudden shift of something cold against his skin. The shock continued as he realized that she was trailing a large ball of ice down his spine. "Frick," he bit out. "That's cold." He had felt the beads of sweat trailing down his back earlier, which call him crazy, but it had felt good. It was now replaced with the melting ice trailing the same path. Zia passed the ice ball all across his back, down and back up each bound arm, across his pecs and down to his abs. She did so slowly, tortuously, smirking as he squirmed and shook from the contact, and dripped cold melting water all over him. The contrast from the slick of sweat to this had him nearly trembling with anticipation. When she returned to sucking on his neck there was no stopping a certain member from rousing in his pants. She hummed as she sucked, clearly enjoying herself.
She seemed to have put the ice down somewhere and kneeled behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him back into her warmth. He sighed, closing his eyes, and then let out a light chuckle as he realized his back had more than likely gotten her dress and especially her breasts wet.
His humor didn't last long as she dropped her hands to unbutton and unzip his pants. She pushed her hand inside and against him, palming him over his Under Armour's. He moaned at the contact, getting harder. "Hips up, knees together, help me out here, honey," she encouraged. "I need access."
He struggled to comply as she shimmied his boxer briefs and cargo pants down to his knees and his erect cock hit the air. She by-passed that, to lean back and grab his ass cheeks with both hands. His cock twitched below him as she roughly palmed his ass. Her touch was always somewhat clinical, but he had gotten used to it. "You really do have a gorgeous ass," she complimented as she moved her left hand up to his hip and used the right to give him a sharp smack. It was a light sting of pleasure and his cock jumped in response. "Spread 'em," she commanded.
Easier said than done in his current predicament but he parted his thighs enough for her to pass a hand through and grab his ball sac. She rolled his testicles one by one within his scrotum and he pulled his wrists against the cuffs and grunted. If it was possible, more blood flowed into his waiting dick. His pleasure turned into a sharp jolt of pain as she wrapped fingers around the scrotal tissue and tugged down. "Holy…" he paused to pant in air, and she did it again. "Oh, Ow!" he panted again, swallowing and let out a pained, "Fuucck!" He swallowed again. "So that's how it's going to be, huh?"
Ok, so that cat was out of the bag, so to speak. "Yup, at least partially," she answered him truthfully. She moved to stand and pressed her teeth into the skin above his left collarbone as she passed, giving him a sharp love bite.
"Frick, Zia!" He glanced down to what he could see of his shoulder. She hadn't broken the skin, but it was going to bruise.
He felt her back behind him as he was trying to assess the damage, and she lifted a bit style gag to his lips. "Open," she instructed. Phil was a little surprised by his lack of hesitation as he did just that, reaching his mouth to grasp the silicone bar to slide it behind his teeth. Maybe his subconscious was trying to tell him that if his lover's goal was to cause him some pain, having something to bite down on would be helpful. She pulled it flush in his mouth and he felt and heard her buckle it tight to the back of his neck. He glanced down, realizing that his erection had barely dropped. All of this was fairly new to him too, but his little minx was apparently doing something right. He felt her move again behind him and then glanced down to the leather tails of a small hand whip trailing over his shoulder just over her bite mark. Oh, shit.
She reached out with her outside hand so that his fingers could just touch the back of her hand. "Now baby, when I ask you how you are, you're going to tap me once if you're ok, twice if I'm making you nervous but you're handling it, and three times or more if you need me to stop. Do you understand?"
He reached a fingertip to her hand once, and then admittedly added a second tap.
"Good," she responded.
She shifted her stance to his right and brought the leather tails down to drape over his dick.
Shit.
He braced for the snap of pain, when she drew the whip back and smartly brought it down against his ass. He groaned and breathed out around the gag. Ok, so she wasn't going to actually smack his cock with it. Thank G…
He didn't finish his thought as she shifted back and smacked the tails against that exact piece of his anatomy. Holy Hell! He knew she had done it with control as the smack to his ass had been definitely with more force, and for that he was grateful.
Zia reached out her hand to his fingers. Two taps. She moved swiftly to repeat the smack of the whip tails to the opposite side of his penis and then harder on his opposite butt cheek. Phil grunted against the gag and shifted his hips forward.
She was trying to be careful. Just as she had told his brother, she had no desire to really hurt him, but she did really want to make him squirm. Since this was the first time she had done this, she knew Phil wasn't fully clued into her motives, but she wanted that, too. She wanted him to be nervous. She was pleased that his erection was still straining.
She bent down behind him, unlacing and pulling his boots and then his socks off. She directed him to shift so that the soles of his feet were bared to her. When he had done it to her, it had stung but she had loved it. She brought the whip down on the bottom on each foot, twice each.
She shifted back to the waiting tote, replacing the small whip and pulling out the vibrating cock ring. He was doing really well and she wanted to keep things moving. She ducked under the nearest rope and bent down in front of him. The eyes that she looked up into where a crazy combination of anxiety, love and lust. Drool was running down his chin around the gag and onto his chest and the floor and he was breathing hard.
She reached for his cock, this time with the intent to please. Precum was literally dripping from the tip. She smeared it delicately with her fingers over his head and stroked him, down, up, back down again as he shifted his hips, rolling into her hand. When she came back up with her hand, she placed the ring with her other hand over his tip and slid it down, having already turned it on so it vibrated sensation all the way down his shaft. Phil closed his eyes and let out a deep groan. She positioned it as low as she could on his shaft, tucking the main vibrating portion up tight to his base and balls.
She left it on him, ducked back under the rope to retrieve the hand whip and swiftly brought in down across his back. His cheeks already had a pink tinge from earlier and there was now a light red mark across his back. She knew she didn't want to hit him any harder than she already had. She reached out to his hand and received two taps and then a half-hearted tap.
"Two or three, baby?" she asked. "I promise I won't do it any harder."
She waited. He breathed deeply and again, and again, and then gave her hand two solid taps.
She returned to his back. She brought the tails diagonally the other direction, lessening the sting. He shifted his hips, moaned deeply and then whimpered against the gag. Two more she thought to herself, then I'll make it worth his while. She brought two more softer strikes down on him, one each direction. He cried out on the third and groaned and whimpered again on the fourth. She dropped the whip back in the bag. She swore she saw his shoulders drop with relief when he heard it fall. She wasn't done yet, but she was definitely working towards shifting his nerves from pain to pleasure. She pulled the large white wand out of the tote.
She kneeled back behind him, placing kiss after kiss to his lightly reddened skin. He swayed slightly on his knees. She figured he was getting tired. In truth, so was she. Satisfied that he was a little calmer and comforted, she shimmied closer to him, and brought the wand around to his front. Phil glanced down, his cock was straining and red from his continued hard on, the vibrating ring still stimulating away on his base and she had the head of the wand just resting on his head. He gulped as she hit the on button. Holy Mother of Fucking Fuck.
Phil wasn't sure he had ever been so stimulated in his life. No wonder the girls couldn't get enough of this thing. He was going to cum quick and it was going to be fast and hard.
Zia rubbed it smoothly over his head and then pulled it away. He whimpered again. Fuck. She was going to edge him, wasn't she? At this point that was going to be worse than the damn whip. She put it back to his head and shifted it to a higher function. He shifted against it. She pulled it away from him, keeping one hand on his hip to steady him. If he had the ability, he would have openly started begging. She returned it to just under the head and began to rub it in a semi-circular pattern down his shaft. Phil openly whimpered not caring for a second what she had reduced him too. She brought it down to just above the ring and pressed it up into his base. He whined, he cried and he felt his balls tightening, he was going to cum. She pulled it away. She moved to stand, sliding off the ring as she did so and turning it off. Phil dropped his head forward, closing his eyes as he sucked in air around the gag.
For a moment, he lost any importance in life other than breathing. When he felt her return to him, she surprised him by releasing the clip from the rope on his right wrist. His arm dropped to his side as if it had forgotten how to function and he immediately shifted to scoot himself closer to the wall of the remaining tether to take some pressure off that arm. When he regained some focus to Zia standing in front of him, she reached behind his head to unbuckle the gag and slid it from his mouth. He reached for her, wanting desperately to touch her.
"No, baby, not yet. You don't get to touch me until I get you to cum." She grabbed for the cuff on his loose wrist. "Lay down. Watch your head. You're doing so well. We're almost there."
She pulled his wrists up above his head, clipping them together, as she guided him down to lay on his back. He relaxed into her direction. The cool stone actually feeling good on his back. Trusting her.
"Help me out here, honey." She had him lift his hips, raising up with his feet so she could position the fatigue matt under his butt, giving him the cushion, and then pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way off his legs. She took his pants, folding them into a makeshift pillow, and had him lift his head to place the pants under him. Lastly, she secured the ropes to the one wall so that his arms were secured over his head. Time to finish them both off.
She stepped over him, pulling up her skirt around her waist and sank down, a leg on either side, straddling him. She leaned forward, catching his lips, the edges looking a touch sore from the gag. Despite this, he welcomed hers hungrily, opening his mouth to give her tongue access, and then pushing his back into hers. Zia didn't think she could possibly be any more turned on, but his kisses apparently proved her wrong. She needed him, wanted him. At this point, he was probably beyond desperate for her.
She shifted back over him, rubbing her clit over his straining cock. It felt amazing.
Phil's eyes flashed with realization. "Baby, did you show up here without panties?"
"Yup," she responded as she ran her wet slit over him for additional confirmation. "My inner thighs have been slick since I came down those stairs to you on your knees for me."
"God, you are going to be the death of me," he groaned. His teeth were on his lower lip as he gazed up at her, "Are you sure I'm not dead already?"
She reached between them, lining him up to her center and sank down, a little slow for about the first half and then popped down over him. She cried out as he let out a sharp groan. "Does that feel dead to you?" she asked. He shook his head and closed his eyes, feeling her envelope him with every fiber of his body. He was completely naked, arms still bound over his head and here she was riding him, dress still on and a booted leg on either side of his torso.
She had left his legs free, and he had every intention of using that to his advantage. He pulled his legs up, feet flat on the floor so he could thrust up into her heat. His body was screaming at him, but he didn't care.
"You want to cum sooo badly, don't you, baby?" she purred down at him breathlessly.
"Sooo much," he panted back at her with his thrusts.
"You've been so good, come on, Phil, push for it, cum with me."
He was falling apart and her with him, one, two more thrusts, and his release finally came, one of the most powerful of his life, as he felt himself spurt deep inside her as she collapsed down on top of him.
He dropped his legs down flat, utterly wrung out, and felt himself become one with the cellar floor. He couldn't give two shits about just about anything in that moment. It was amazingly freeing.
After a few minutes, Zia pushed herself up off his chest and reached to release his hands.
"Woman, where have you been all my life?" he asked seriously.
Zia merely shrugged and placed a cute kiss to the tip of his nose.
"Have you always been like this?" he pressed.
"Uh-Uh, not even close," she answered, shaking her head. "You bring it out in me."
He somehow managed to drag himself up to a sitting position and wrapped his still cuffed arms around her, pulling her to him. His penis had softened and slipped from her. They had a good amount of sweat and fluids between them, but neither cared. He held her like he was a man drowning and she was his savior.