Bound

He’d been slowly leaning back, his stomach tensing strikingly to support him. Dark eyes were half closed. “Here?”

She smiled, pulling at the band of his shorts. Answer enough. He slid into the water, forcing her to back up. The unexpectedness combined with finding herself on the same level with a totally free man left her feeling breathless.

One hand on the side kept him from having to work at staying stationary. A hand touched hers, then gripped it, pulling her through the water.

Carly panted at the sudden rush of desire. Their bodies made contact beneath the water and he released her, only to wrap an arm around her torso, keeping her in place.

“You going to finish it this time?”

She nodded quickly. Her hands were moving, unbidden. The slow slide up his chest to grip his opposite shoulder. Around his back and over the shoulder closest to her. Her legs gripped him, one over his leg, the other finding purchase against his ass.

“Will you kiss me?”

He blinked, his brows coming down together. “That’s all you want?”

She moaned, watching the lips in question move. He was so close! Just inches separated them. The rough sandpaper of his voice dripped from him, while his eyes seemed to have the power to melt her. “I can bargain for your body. Manipulate your dick to respond. But your mouth has to be given.”

His gaze cleared, the wheels turning inside. “Do you fear me?”

She understood the question, knew its significance. He was feeling out this bargain, their relationship. Earning his trust was important, if it could be done without giving him too much power. “Yes. It’s part of the aphrodisiac. It was what kept me from vaulting you. I also believe you’re a man of your word.” She shrugged, hoping the explanation was enough.

“What’s the vault?”

She shook her head, “Serve your end of our bargain and you won’t have to find out.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes still thoughtful.

Carly smiled, “Now, may I help you out of your shorts and take care of that problem?” She released him and took a quick breath before slipping beneath the water. Palms slid over his body easily, divesting him of his trunks.

His shorts drifted downward in the deep water. Carly let them go. They could be retrieved later.

She pushed her hair out of her face as she came up. His hand came up beneath her upper arm to support her as she bobbed back down. It took a strong will to suppress the smile that wanted to form at his actions. He was supposedly dangerous, but did something so unthinkingly kind as help her from going under?

Moving to the side, they faced each other before she nodded toward the side and urged him up.

She smiled when she saw the effects the coolness of the water had had. A minor setback, and one she was eager to rectify.

It didn’t take long to return him to his earlier vigor. Fully hard, she worked him steadily, tongue and mouth cleaning the chlorine from his scented flesh. She didn’t play at making it last or work to end it quickly. The sounds of pleasure she forced from him with only her mouth were what controlled her pace.

She held herself to him with hands on the edge of the pool between his spread legs. It was a perfect position, giving her room to bob her head on him.

Carly couldn’t slow her own arousal. Bringing a man to ecstasy with just her mouth was something that she enjoyed. She moaned on him, shivering as her body clenched on itself. The water cooling her was a welcome respite. She didn’t want to appear as some bitch in heat, though she probably didn’t miss that description by much.

Long minutes passed, his moans drawing out as she took him deep. She was skilled and he, like every man before him, was willing to lie back and benefit from her knowledge.

His tone slowly changed. His breathing came faster, his sounds were harsher, his stomach flexed so he could watch her. He was impossibly hard, his dick pulsing in her mouth and throat. She lifted her eyes to meet his and switched her technique to the finishing routine.

On each stroke her lips squeezed tight around him, her tongue swirled, suction pulled, and her throat worked in a hot slick almost-swallow that clutched his head. Her fingertips felt out the veins at his base, pressing them, cutting off the blood while at the same time compressing his girth.

He jolted, his eyes widening as they rolled upward. When they focused on her again she knew the seconds were numbered.

His cock throbbed, the blood seeking escape, a slight additional swelling, and then she had to swallow repeatedly. He shuddered as the jets of fluid erupting caused him to bear down.

Carly took it all and continued drawing on him even after he settled. Her ministrations became gentler, almost soothing as she essentially milked and cleaned him.

Finally she released, satisfied that she couldn’t have performed better, which had been the goal. She smiled, mostly to herself, at seeing how she’d left him, content and uncharacteristically relaxed.

She floated backward in the water, pushing away from the wall. A breath and a twisting maneuver and she dove to the bottom to retrieve his only clothes. Couldn’t have the boy walking the house, and most likely attempting escape, in nothing but his birthday suit.

Beneath the water she swam to the shallow end, coming up only when she was at the steps. She smiled at the sensation of the water running from her body. A sexual creature, she enjoyed her own sex as well.

A table held items that she would need. The newest item had been added silently while she’d worked on him. Had he seen the interloper? He hadn’t indicated if he had.

The towel she wrapped around herself was longer than her dress had been. Snuggly warm, but with hair still dripping, she picked up another towel, and the extra item.

“May I dry you?” she asked as she circled to where he still sat.

“Who is serving who here?” he asked, a smirk turning the corner of his mouth.

Well that was a good sign. His humor was a natural emotion, and one she didn’t expect from him.

“You are a monument. Just touching you would bring me pleasure.”

He didn’t speak again, but allowed her to carefully pat him dry with the towel. Instead of the shorts he took the towel and wrapped it loosely around his hips. Carly gave a soft moan. Was he intentionally taunting her or did his magnetism come naturally?

“I have one stipulation.”

“Always.” His voice was monotone.

She held the cuff out and when he didn’t react she carefully closed it on his wrist, making sure it wasn’t too tight.

“A slave cuff?”

Carly shrugged, “It is just insurance. Your newfound liberty is putting much at stake.”

A thinning of the lips, as if he was consciously refusing to show gratitude to her. So be it. She didn’t need his gratitude, she needed his obedience.

When she led the way from the poolroom he followed, and then walked beside her through the house. Carly was so excited she could scream.