All Tied Up (BDSMFic)

The night was calm with just a slight breeze. Perfect weather. It had been cold the last few days, much to Xandria's disappointment. Nonetheless, she had her fair share of excitement; the thought brought a small smile to her lips. 

Xandria looked into the rearview mirror, making sure her hair was perfect and her makeup just so. She had arrived early to the party, and had ten minutes before the doors were unlocked. Her corset pushed up her breasts and tucked in her waist, accentuating her curves nicely.

She saw the party leader open the door and exited her car, along with three others from their cars. The firm and powerful tap of heeled leather boots could be heard on the pavement, making everyone move from the person's way. 

Xandria's hand curled around the leather handle of her bag. She gave the hosts a dazzling smile and handed over her ID. “I’m so glad you were able to make it tonight!” The host said, typing in her name. “We missed you at the last one.”

“Mother nature’s sickness got me,” she said, getting her hand stamped with black light ink and her ID held onto for safety purposes. She moved into the play dungeon, all the bondage furniture at the ready. There would be time for that. 

Xandria poured herself a glass of punch and settled on one of the plush couches with her phone, waiting for the rest of the people to arrive. She adjusted her skirt and stretched out her legs which were clad in fishnet stockings and knee high leather boots.

She watched each person enter, looking for familiar faces.  A tall, blonde and handsome man came into the lounge area, clad in a pair of blue jeans and a button down black shirt. Her eyes were drawn to his chest, the shirt open enough to show off a large tattoo and chest hair that make her mouth water. Mmm, anticipation always did do wonders.

Such an existence had its effects on her, especially now that she could have her heart's desire. As he got closer, his facial features became clearer. Aside from his shoulder-length curly blonde hair, his blue eyes could only be described as piercing and mystical. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Dear god he was beautiful.

She watched as he grabbed a bottle of water and sat across from her on the sofa, shaking hands with another man and then turning to her. “Hey there, beautiful. Name’s David,” he said holding out his hand.

She took it in her delicate one, noticing his cool fingers. “Xandria, pleasure to meet you. Haven’t seen you here before…” Xandria allowed her eyes to linger on where his pulse lay beneath his jeans...frantic, begging to be released.

He chuckled. “I’m back on the market and intend to make the best of it,” David told her.

Xandria bit her bottom lip and tilted her head. “Break up?”

“Separated until the divorce is finalized.”

“Now who in the world would let a gorgeous man like you go?” Xandria asked with a wink. 

“Someone who wanted to keep me on a short leash,” David said, turning a little more to face this gorgeous woman. He discreetly eyed her appreciatively, from the fishnets to the boots, and feeling himself getting warmer under his jeans.

“Personally I prefer being on the receiving end of the leash,” she commented, raising her glass to her lips.

“Do you now?” David asked quietly, propping his arm on the back of the couch.

“That’s why I like coming here. Always have opportunities of being…tied up,” she said the last two words while leaning over to him, giving him a nice view of her cleavage. A few more people entered the party, so Xandria took the initiative to make more space and slid closer to David.

David sniffed the air around her, taking in her delicious perfume. Xandria noticed he didn’t smell strongly of cologne, instead a natural manly musk mixed with the faint smell of Cuban cigars. Dear God, he smells amazing. “If I may ask, how old are you anyways?” David asked.

“I turn 30 next month, yourself?”

“Just turned 47 two months ago,” David told her quietly.

“Happy belated birthday then,” Xandria whispered, leaning in closer. His breath was warm and inviting. “So…this tattoo…” She started, pulling the shirt forward so get a better look at the tattoo. “The Joker…my favorite second to Circe; is it new?”

“Nah I got it when I was 29, and I got Taz on my shoulder when I was 20. What about you? You have any ink?” David asked, eyeing her up and down.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you find it,” Xandria said flirtatiously.

“Too bad,” David leaned in so his lips were inches from her ear, “I find being naughty is much more fulfilling than behaving myself.”

There was mindless chit chat around the two, some people wandering off to play on the equipment, others pulling up chairs to watch. Every other Saturday night was the weekly Kink+ party, the plus meaning sex positive. Any rules of sexual contact and penetration were waived and the only thing required was consent and cleanliness.

“Where do you fall within this spectrum?” Xandria asked, nodding towards the play area.

David smirked. “Dominant, Master, occasionally DaddyDom. You?”

“Submissive Masochist and Brat at times; Rope enthusiast, photography, and receiving torture…However I never say no to sensual play.” She poised her fingers just above his chest. “May I?” 

David nodded and smiled as Xandria toyed at the buttons of his shirt, slowly pushing each through their respective holes. She looked up into the older man’s face, noticing that his pupils had dilated, making his blue eyes appear much darker. 

He sucked in a breath when her nails ran through his chest hair. Down his chest and over his stomach, she felt his abs tighten at her touch. “How about some…basics? Genital contact, Impact play, and aftercare?” David asked quietly.

“Yes to all three. Aftercare I prefer being wrapped in a blanket and cuddled,” Xana answered. “Hard limits are anything involving anal, vomit, pissing, scat. Blood play I don’t do casually.”

David smirked. Finally, a woman who knew what she wanted. He raised his hand to Xandria’s face, caressing her cheek with those cool fingers. “Care to play with me tonight?” He whispered against her lips.

Xandria bit her bottom lip and replied in a sultry tone, “Yes, sir.” She watched as he stood and extended his hand to her. She took it and felt herself fly from the couch and into his arms. Oh my…he was strong. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dainty black collar, a chain leash attached.

“Such a good girl,” David said, tilting Xana’s chin up slightly.

“Thank you, sir,” she said obediently. She whimpered as David’s skilled hands brought the collar up to her neck, snapping it closed in the back and hooking the leash onto the O-ring. 

He led her out into the play area, his arms holding her close as they swayed to the music. “Is kissing off-limits for you?” David asked. Xandria shook her head and purred as she was pulled in by him for a deep, sweet kiss. Damn, he tastes amazing. She felt the wetness soaking through her panties, David’s hand slipping under her ass.

David spun her in his arms, grinding his pelvis against Xana’s curvy ass. He gently pulled at her hair, her head rolling back onto his chest. Xandria opened her eyes to see two men sitting in chairs across from where they were dancing. Both were watching intently.

“Do you like the attention, my sweet girl? Knowing you make these men excited?” David whispered in her ear, lifting her skirt. His fingers slid her panties to the side, her wet pussy lips exposed to the onlookers.

“I do,” she breathed, moaning as he touched her just there, one finger sliding into her slit and over her clit. She ground her ass into him, arching her back. David unhooked her corset and unzipped her skirt, pushing both to the floor.

He pulled a chair along with red rope and led Xandria over to several chains suspended from the ceiling. David sat and pointed to the floor in front of him. She knelt in her black panties, watching as the blonde man began to unwind the rope.

“Hold out your arms,” he commanded. She complied and held out her arms to him. David began wrapping her limbs with intricate knots and rope patterns, starting from her wrist and up to her shoulders. First her left arm, then her right one. 

David gestured upward with a finger, and Xandria stood slowly between his legs. Slowly he pulled the offending thong off Xana and pushed it to the side. The next set of rope tied the arm ropes together and were twisted and knotted down her back, around her waist. He pulled the rope between her thighs and finished off the knots at her waist.

“Do you mind me taking photos of you?” David asked. 

“Private use? Your eyes only,” Xandria countered. David nodded in agreement. She lifted her arms towards the chains, feeling his hands trail up her skin and securely attaching the rope and chains together. Soon her legs were hoisted up and her back arched.

David pulled out an expensive looking smartphone, spinning her in the low ruby lighting that washed over the crowd. He moved to different positions, biting his lip as Xana twirled in the rope enclosure, clicking his camera for shot after gorgeous shot of this goddess.

She dropped her head to look at him, lifting one leg into the air and posing. David licked his lips and snapped a few more photos before stopping her from spinning. “Stay,” he said with a smirk.

“Couldn’t go anywhere if I wanted too,” Xandria replied.

David walked away, picking up her corset and skirt from the floor and going into a black bag. From it he pulled out a black leather flogger and a long thin whip. He made his way back to Xandria, who was watching with anticipation. He removed his shirt, draping it over the chair.

Xandria was eyeing his broad shoulders and well-built chest now that it was in full view as he stood between her legs. He placed kisses along her legs and thigh, his blonde curls tickling her skin. She moaned as he bit at her flesh, suckling and leaving deep purple marks. 

His hands slid around to her curvy ass and made a satisfying slapping noise as he spanked her.

“Thank you, sir. May I have another?” She moaned and was rewarded with a second impact of his twitching palm. David untied the ropes holding her legs up. Xandria was lowered so her toes were barely touching the ground, her arms still suspending above her head.

“Much better,” David whispered in her ear. He stepped back from her and began his assault with the leather tails. Slow and teasing at first, whipping over her ass and warming her skin up. Other party-goers were watching them now, some lying on mats with their own partner and others wandering in from the social area.

His intensity began to increase, the tails hitting her with more force. Each impact was in rhythm with the sexy music playing. David moved around her body, slapping at her beautiful breasts. Xana raised her eyes to meet his. Her gaze turned glassy as David smacked her pussy with his hand.

She moaned as his fingers dipped into the wetness, gliding over her clit and rolling it in tight circles. Her head fell towards him, lips parted and legs shaking as his talented digits sunk into her. “Mmm more, sir,” Xana groaned.

David pulled her in for a deep kiss, his tongue sneaking in and caressing her own. “Not yet,” he growled and withdrew his hand quick. Xana whimpered and almost made him explode.

He shifted to the long bullwhip and began a side to side swing of the thin toy She could feel the white-hot sting over and over, her head falling forward. He alternated between the two toys, the flogger crisscrossing over her back, the whip stinging against her ass. 

The whip snapped against her skin and made a loud CRACK. “Ahhhh!” She cried out and swinging from the chain.

“You okay?” David asked, his hand smoothing her ass.

“Green,” she replied. He smiled and soon the flogger was slapping her hard, her skin growing to a deep shade of red. A sheen was sweat glistened on both and the buttons of David’s jeans were threatening to burst.

Those that had finished their own scenes were now watching, the snap of the whip loud in the dungeon and getting the attention of everyone there. They watched as David had this girl moaning and writhing in pain and pleasure. Her back, ass, and legs were beautiful with areas from the whip that were already purple.

Finally the pain between her ass and shoulders got to be too much. “Yellow…” David stopped in mid-swing, putting the whip and flogger on the chair. He propped her up on his hips, her legs wrapping around him and taking the strain off her shoulders.

David could feel her hot wetness through his jeans, his growing erection pressing against her. “You okay, baby?” He asked, his hands holding her hips. Xandria rocked her hips against David’s.

“Will you please fuck me, sir?” She asked softly and wiggled against him.

“You allergic to latex?” Xandria shook her head desperately. David reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gold foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth. He unzipped his jeans and allowed his erection to spring free from its confines.

He rolled the condom onto his cock and pulled Xandria closer, his nose resting against hers. Their lips met in a delicious dance of sweat and tongues. Slowly he guided himself into her warm slit, teasing her clit and pussy lips with the head before thrusting deep inside her. 

David growled as Xana moaned loudly, her body quaked in violation as he drove himself into her again and again. He grunted with his exertions, his breath rushing through his nostrils.

“Fuck…my sweet little pet,” he rasped into her ear, his words each timed with a thrust of his manhood. David’s eyes hungrily roamed her round breasts and he slid his tongue across his lips. He licked around each breast and took one nipple into his mouth completely, sucking on it and flicking it with a talented tongue. 

A soft cry slipped out of her lips, Xandria pushing roughly against him. David’s hands slid down over her ass, forcing her body in a slow rocking motion. His hands gripped her waist, moving her faster along his cock. “Mmm…yes…sir ...more,” was all she could manage.

Each timed thrust was hard and slow, his cock pulling from her slick passage only to slam into her anew with each thrust. He pressed into her clit, rubbing it in small circles, while she bucked wildly. She came in a flood of hot juices. David fucked her faster as she felt his shaft thickening inside of her.

The time had come, and David could hold back no longer. He pounded harder and faster, his breathing becoming shallow. He came hard, his cock pulsating with release and his deep husky voice calling out her name. 

David reached up and untied the rope, Xandria’s body slumping against his. He carried her over to the dungeons after-care area, a quiet corner bed with black sheets and pillows. David carefully pulled from her body and laid her on the pillows, disappearing into the bathroom to trash the condom and tuck himself back in.

He joined her on the mattress, her body weak and eyes spacing out. David sat against the pillows and felt her curl up into his chest, both watching two girls wrestling. One of the dungeon mods brought over his bag and shirt, and he threw it over Xandria’s naked body.

While the two came down from their high and their breathing calmed, she held onto him. After several long moments she lifted her head to look into his eyes, David kissing her lightly on the lips.  

“Doing okay?” He asked her, his arms holding onto her. 

She could only nod silently and bury her face in him. They lay there for another hour, observing others playing, and David ensuring Xandria didn’t crash mentally. He slowly removed the ropes that still bound her, massaging each section as the blood rushed back into her arms. 

He had found it harder to not care to some degree for his lovers as he got older. She shivered as her mind began to clear, falling out of her sub space. Xandria finally sat up and stretched, working out the kinks in her joints and knowing she would be sore as shit tomorrow. She held out David’s shirt but he shook his head.  

“Tell you what, wear it home and I’ll get it from you tomorrow night after dinner,” he said nonchalantly.

She looked at him confused. Had she missed something where he asked her? “Pardon me?”

David sat up and tilted her chin up to him. “I said I’ll get it from you tomorrow night after dinner. I’m in town for a couple days and I’d like to take you out for dinner and drinks.” Xandria smiled and bit her bottom lip. She nodded, lost in his deep blue eyes.

“I hope dessert is included,” she teased.

He stood and pulled her to her feet, leading her towards the lounge area. “Any dessert of your choice since you were a good girl tonight. I need to get back to my hotel. Got an early day tomorrow with work.” 

Xandria threw on his shirt and buttoned it up. It was very big on her but smelled incredible. “And what if I want you for dessert?” She asked as David handed over her skirt and corset. By this point, people started leaving the party.

“I’m more than happy to oblige,” David replied, kissing the back of her hand and pulled her close to him, pelvis to pelvis. He handed her his phone with a new contact page already up for her. She entered her name and cell number along with a note about being ‘tied up’ tomorrow night. David smirked when he read it. 

He typed for a few seconds and grinned when Xandria’s phone dinged. She looked at her phone and saw it was nearly 3am. She smiled up at him when she saw one of the photos he had taken of her. 

“Thank you, David. New Jersey, huh? You’re a little far from home, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been farther. Now you have my number as well. Feel free to use it anytime,” Dave said with a wink. Once both were sufficiently pulled together, David now wearing black zip up hoodie, he held out his arm to her.

Xandria led him over to her car, smiling as he opened the door for her. Xandria stopped and turned to him, his body close to her. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to her in one last passionate kiss. His tongue gently probed her mouth as he pinned her against the car.

She pulled back a little, still very close to him. “So before I go meeting you tomorrow night…how about a last name in case you kidnap me or something?” 

David laughed at her wisecrack and kissed her again. “Rashbaum. David Rashbaum.” He kissed the back of her hand as she smiled and climbed behind the wheel of her car.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then, Mr. Rashbaum,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Until then, gorgeous,” David replied and closed her door. She pulled out of her parking spot and waved to him, watching as he got into a shiny Porsche. Tomorrow was going to be interesting indeed.