Bound and Pleasured (Feat. New Author)

A/N: This was a nifty story that a few of my friends created-- I decided to include it because it kind of fits everything I've ever wanted ;)

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My wrists are bound and numb.

It takes a moment for me to register anything else. Blinking and squinting against the sunlight, I hear the creak of my leather bonds shifting against their tether. Memories slowly drift into my mind as the desert sways dizzily around me. Memories of gunfire, darkness, orders barked at me by a man in a dark hood.

And Katana's father.

Shit.

Wrong place at the wrong time, of course he assumed that I was in on it. No time for explanations.

A cloud shifts and the sun warms the flesh of my belly. My stomach clenches, not wanting to accept what that means. With my arms tied over my head like this it's difficult, but I struggle to glance down. Someone has stripped me naked. Unharmed, as far as I can tell, but that's almost worse. My pulse thunders. I've heard the stories. I know what comes next.

Limbs aching from being stretched for so long, I force myself to turn. Mexico dust stretches to the horizon, peppered with sparse cacti and outcrops of rock. Behind me, a plain stucco wall of an old building. I know this place. Katana brought me here. We made love and watched the sunset. It's remote. Even if I shouted, nobody would hear me.

"Well, well, what's this?" For a second, I don't recognise her voice. It sounds different. Playful. Playful? "My father told me I would be pleased."

"Katana." With my body stretched as it is, it's difficult to get the word out. "I didn't…"

She laughs. "I know, Juan. So does my father. He told me to thank you for your loyalty."

Relief floods through me. He knows I didn't betray him. But that doesn't make any sense, with me being tied like this. "Then why am I-"

As she comes into view, that thought evaporates in the Mexico heat. Katana is beautiful. No, that word doesn't do her justice. She's everything. Since the moment I met her, any other beauty has been diminished. Her long, dark hair, her opal eyes, her pert breasts. Even in my current situation, my heart stops as I see her, my gaze slides over her body, naked except for dark stockings and a suspender belt.

My brain searches for some sort of sense in what's going on, but there is none. It must be a dream. A sexy dark BDSM dream. Somewhere, in the real world, I'm broken and unconscious from the beating I've received. That's the only explanation.

"You seem a little lost for words, lover." She grins and undulates, biting her lip as she touches a nipple, pinches it to redden the skin, and glances down at my cock. Involuntarily, I feel it stiffen under her gaze.

"What are you doing?"

She shrugs and takes another step, inching closer. "Thanking you for your loyalty, of course."

"Untie me, please."

"Where would be the fun in that?"

Katana sidles up beside me and presses her bare flesh against my own. I draw in a deep breath, confused by my conflicting emotions. I want to escape. God, how I want to escape. My muscles are screaming. And yet I want her. God, how I want her. As her fingers draw a trail down my chest, my stomach clenches in anticipation. I try to turn my head, to take her mouth with mine, but bound as I am she's too strong and resists easily.

"No, Juan, I'm in charge here. You are mine, a gift from my father, to do with as I wish. Better stop resisting and just enjoy it."

Her hand stops in its descent, fingers at my pelvis, agonisingly close to my hardening cock. All she does is smile, staring deep into my eyes, as she presses her thigh into mine, one pert nipple pointing against my side. Both hands come up to my chest, fingers splaying over my pecs, tracing the lines of the tattoos that cover my body. She's always been fascinated by my tattoos, ever since the first time we saw each other naked. Her thumbs brush my areola, and I draw in a ragged breath as they graze my nipples.

Tilting her head back, she draws close enough for me to smell the sharp scent of tequila on her breath. So, this is a game then. Her courage came from a bottle. She giggles, and despite everything I feel a smile spread over my lips.

"I love-"

"Turn," she interrupts sharply. She doesn't want this soft, I get it. No gentle words. Fine then.

"No."

Her eyes narrow and she pinches my nipple hard. The pain shoots through my body, and I'm unable to draw back, unable to flinch away. Tied as I am, all I can do is grit my teeth.

"OK!" I hiss the word, but she doesn't stop. If anything, her grip gets tighter. "Stop, Katana!"

"Turn."

She releases her grip and I glance down to see my nipple swollen and sore. This wasn't just a playful pinch, this was intended to cause me pain for days. I nod, unable to form words, and turn on the spot until my back is to her.

"Good." She caresses my shoulders gently, as if nothing just happened between us, and I feel her cheek press into my back, then the softness of her lips as she kisses me, caressing my arms from the shoulders to the wrists. She leans in, her hair tickling my naked body. "I told you, Juan, I'm in charge."

I feel her hands reaching down my back as she remains pressed against me, her palms pressing firmly into my flesh. Then she cups my buttocks and digs in her fingers, forcing me up onto my tiptoes, before one hand whips around to my cock, giving it a sharp tug.

"Hmmm, you're getting excited, lover."

I try to stifle the laugh, but it escapes anyway. "Well, what do you-"

"Don't talk. I don't want to hear your voice, I just want to use your body."

She grips my sides and firmly forces me to turn again, the bonds tightening at my wrists as I tangle into them, the leather creaking as it winds around itself. It may only be a fraction of an inch, but I'm aware of being stretched further, distracted as her fingers trace my ribs, my stomach. She leans against me, forcing the breath from my lungs, before taking me in a kiss.

Katana's lips move slowly against mine, and I taste her warmth, the alcohol on her tongue. My balls tighten, my cock twitching, wanting to find its way inside her. But that's not what this is about, that much is clear. Her tongue presses into my mouth and I accept it willingly, my own dry tongue gratefully brushing against hers as I close my eyes. Her whimper as she grips my chin sends my mind rushing with thoughts, with ideas about taking her, laying her down and settling our bodies together. But that will be another time.

Her teeth playfully nip my bottom lip before she lowers herself from my mouth, maintaining eye contact as she slides down my body. When her mouth finds my bruised nipple, I almost lose consciousness. The combination of desire, pain and pleasure fires a toxic cocktail of chemicals into my brain. I hear my own voice, as if it's something detached from me, crying out wordlessly. And her laughter like a freight train thundering down a track.

When her touch moves to my cock, the reaction is instantaneous. She grips the shaft tight and every muscle in my body tenses as blood fills its length. My erection strains against her caress, even as she begins to move the skin forward and back, covering and revealing the head, sending shivers of pleasure into my balls. I wind my fingers into the leather bonds above my head, gripping against the sudden urge to spray cum all over the desert floor.

"Katana…"

"Shhh, lover."

She kisses my nipple again, her tongue swirling over the tight nub as her fingers play with my cock, tightening, releasing, forward, back. My breathing moves in time with her rhythm and I close my eyes, so many sensations flowing through me at once that I'm unable to focus on any clear thought.

Slowly, Katana moves down my body and I open my eyes to watch her descend. Her hand never leaves my cock as she lowers herself into a kneeling position in front of me, glancing up to make sure I'm watching. My dick twitches in her hand, making her grin as she lets her tongue glide over her top lip.

"Such a beautiful penis," she says as she strokes it. "So thick and full."

She arches my cock back, making me seethe with the pain, but she just laughs. Then, slowly, she leans forward and kisses the exposed head, letting her wet lips slide over it, sucking gently before pulling back.

"Remember the first time we made love?"

I nod. How could I forget? I was just a hoodlum, assigned to keep her safe, but there had been a spark from the moment we laid eyes on each other.

"You were so gentle with me, Juan. I was nervous, expecting someone like you to be harsh. But you weren't like that. You used your mouth on me, you took your time. Loving, soft." She leans in and spits onto the head of my cock, then smears it with her fingers. "I have a confession." Both hands press into either side of my shaft, encasing it as she caresses me, using her spittle to lubricate the desert-dry flesh. "I told my father everything. He's known about us since that first night. He's been watching you, Juan, and now he knows."

"Knows what?"

"That you love me. I knew it already, but he's careful, you know that. Last night proved it for him."

"So he's…what…given us his blessing?"

She nods and pushes her tongue under the head of my cock, licking away the precum as her hands caress both sides of the shaft. A long moan escapes me, shaking my whole body.

Katana licks and kisses, sucks and caresses, strokes and pulls and squeezes my cock, and I twitch and tense, relax and sway as I enjoy every moment. Somehow, being tied as I am feeds into my pleasure, intensifying every sensation as she plays games with my cock. When she takes me into her mouth, my girth stretches her lips wide and she bleats as she suckles, pushing her hair back from her face so that she can watch my every reaction. Her nipples are tight buds on the tips of her small, firm breasts. The tiny patch of dark hair between her legs glistens with her own excitement. She cups my balls with her palm, squeezes gently and laughs as I yelp in pain.

As her hands begin to move faster, I feel my release gathering. I want to cum, and the look on her face tells me that she's ready. My balls tighten and she feels it too, leaning back on her feet and angling my cock to aim at her beautiful, naked breasts. Her hands move faster, gripping tighter, and I let out a long moan as I spray my seed all over her pale flesh. Drops of my cum speckle her chest, her chin, her cheeks, and she grins as her hands continue to move, faster still, until I finally begin to calm.

She licks her lips as she runs a fingertip over her flesh, smearing my seed across her chest, before leaning in to kiss and lick away the remnants from my cock. I watch, fascinated as she cleans me, swallowing the last few drops of my release.

"I think you enjoyed that," she whispers as she stands, bringing herself face to face with me. When she kisses me I taste my own orgasm on her lips, but the kiss lasts only for a moment. "Well. I'm done here."

Grinning one last time, Katana turns away, and my gaze slides over her body, the slim waist, the shapely hips. She hitches the suspender belt back into place.

"Katana, wait, what about the bonds?"

Instead of responding, she strolls away with a bit of a pep in her step.