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Nia was frowning to herself – she had just now realized the terrible scar going up from Miguel’s pelvic area, crossing over his heart and stopping at his left shoulder. Something tried to filet him open, it seemed. She was admiring him now, it was early evening and they’d be waking up soon.
He rolled into her, his erection pressing onto her thigh, making her giggle. Miguel cupped her head and kissed her cheek, his eyes still closed. Usually, Nia was planning her next trip out. Tonight, she was wary of the idea, even though she did tell Isabella she wanted to throw a ball.
Miguel remained unsure of pursuing her, he would have by now. So he was holding her tightly, both sweating just a little. Then his eyes opened as he smiled at her.
“I adore watching you sleep,” she said quietly.
“Oh ya? Did you discover anything?”
Nia palmed his erection and bit her lip at his reaction. He immediately turned her over, and began pulling up her night dress when he stopped, resting back on his legs.
“I completely forgot what I threatened you with,” Miguel said, leaning over her a bit again.
He placed his hands on each side of her head, as he smirked at her.
“Ah, tying me down?” she asked sweetly.
“More like up. But yes, I think we’ll try that out tonight, after dinner…”
He moved from over her, then left to go pee as he always did, leaving Nia in the bed while she waited on Maria and wondered what he had in store. She was actually afraid. He aimed to be seductive, but she didn’t know what he could mean.
Nia heard the floorboards creak outside of her door, and began scooting to the end to get ready. Maria seemed tired when she entered, flushed at the face as well. However, she smiled warmly, presenting another dress picked out by Miguel.
As Maria was twisting up her hair, Nia’s mind stayed transfixed on Miguel’s sultry and mysterious offer. She didn’t know what he meant, or how she would fare in any fashion, so she cleared her throat and looked up at Maria in the mirror.
“His master mentioned tying me up?” she prompted.
Maria laughed and rolled her eyes.
Nia turned and looked into her face, being all the more serious.
“What does it mean?” she pressed.
“There is a book, I can show you,” Maria said, walking to the bookshelf across the room from Nia’s bed.
“It has everything you need to know…”
“What do you call it?” Nia asked, looking at what Maria handed her.
“I would call them kinks. It’s funny that it took master months to suggest this,” Maria said, shaking her head, “it has to do with being erotic together…”
Nia was engulfed in the book now. Positions. Clamps. Whips. Chains, blindfolds, and paddles. Suspensions, chairs with chains, riding crops. She wasn’t expecting this. Nia frowned, wondering who else he’d tried this on, then wondering if that mattered. No other women were present in the house. Except for the help.
“Did he mention tonight? If so, gives us reason to head to the woods or down into town…” Maria said quietly, “give you two some privacy.”
“You mean my loud moaning would be more concerning in this instance and you couldn’t bear that, considering the book you’ve just shown me?” Nia said incredulously.
Maria and Nia made eye contact and laughed – Nia wasn’t wrong.
“Yes,” Nia answered, admiring her hair and jewelry.
Her yes echoed throughout her body, vibrating in her head as she made her way to the kitchen. Miguel, however, was sitting in his overly worn velvet chair, smiling a little. He was half covered in darkness, half covered in moonlight. The curtains to the front facing windows weren’t closed as well as they could be.
“Not on a full stomach,” he said, “it won’t be fun then.”
He stood, Nia realizing how quiet the kitchen was. He seemed hot again, hotter than usual. The spice she smelled that he emanated when turned on was very strong – perhaps he had become nervous.
“I found a book…on being tied down,” Nia brought up, showing him.
He took it and laughed a little, looking back at his wife.
“I forgot I owned that…”
Nia clicked her tongue at him. He had already done just about everything to her body she was never expecting. The need for an entire room of sensual pleasure was concerning. So many secret rooms…
“I’ll take it easy,” he admitted, “there’s only one thing I want to try.”
“ Tying me up, and fucking me?” Nia asked.
“No. Typing you up for certain, but let’s discover the rest…”
Miguel had been selling her poison, and she knew it. There was a contract that bound their marriage. He was older and had seen more. Whenever he touched her, she ruptured in pleasure. He knew what he was doing, and now he was taking it up a notch. Just when she thought he already had.
Nia followed behind this gorgeous wolf, her hand in his. The manor was quiet and dark. All she could hear were keys clanging together, and the lock unbolting. Then came the sweet smell of pine and peppermint oil bursting through the door. The waxing gibbous moon shined brightly through the half draped window, and every contraption she had just seen in his odd little book, took up space in his room.
Leather whips, chains, ropes, and leather paddles. A suspension apparatus hanging from the ceiling grabbed her attention. For a room meant for sexual desires, it smelled clear of dust or foul odor. Miguel was watching her walk around and take everything in. Then he began lighting the candles so she could see better.
“If you don’t want to…you don’t have to. We did talk about all these rooms…” he said softly.
“When was the last time you used this?” Nia was handling a riding crop.
“Twenty years ago, maybe?” He answered honestly.
Miguel pulled Nia to him, now undoing her dress she had just put on. When it came to this, though, she seemed to stop caring. He smelled so good, and he was so warm and close. When he kissed her neck, and grabbed at her backside, she committed herself to the idea. Her hands were on his dark gray, velvet jacket, then up his linen shirt as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
He tugged off his top coat, unbuttoned his shirt, then removed his pants as Nia finished undressing herself. Then he guided her to where he felt she should be, before stopping to survey her.
“I’m going to suspend your arms up,” he said, reaching for a leather cuff on the left, “and then I’m going to sit right in front of you…”
Miguel secured the other cuff as Nia watched him.
“And then?” She said almost breathlessly.
Miguel pulled up a dark wooden chair, sitting where he said he would. He looked up at her, then kissed her stomach, smiling as she quivered to his touch.
“Well, the idea is that you can’t grab my head or pull away like you usually do…” he said, rubbing his hands over her back side again.
He kissed around her sex, then took a few bites at her inner thigh as Nia sharply sucked in air.
“So…” she said, hoping he’d start soon, “I’m to stand here…and just take it?”
“Not this time. Place your left leg here…and I’ll divine the rest…”
She did so, now both legs instantly swooped onto his shoulders. He grabbed at her thighs firmly and began. Not his normal pace or rhythm. He did so as if he were hungry. As if to cause shock and awe and disbelief. Nia flinched a little, now not being able to move. Then she began to shake.
She moaned loudly, it had become unbearable. Miguel enjoying his evening meal, Nia doing her best not to crumble. She was afraid of that part, jolting out of his grasp or something. He was holding on for dear life, though. Her legs securely planted on his broad shoulders…the moon shining fully into the room. The candles danced, and all she could hear was Miguel softly moaning and slurping about.
Nia convulsed again, harder this time. She moaned loudly, tossing her head to the right, managing to undo her kempt hair style. Her hips rocked forward a little, and Miguel squeezed at her thighs even harder.
Now she knew what he meant – she was getting close and wanted to grab his head in further. Instead, she was forced to endure her orgasm, tied up as he suggested. This was odd, alluring, and nothing as she expected. Except coming from him, she should have guessed. That thought made her smile. She tried biting her lip again, moaning even louder, when suddenly she came. Intensely so. She was jolting, moaning and could not escape. Miguel didn’t let up the least bit.
He continued until he was satisfied, and that’s what Nia didn’t like. He stood, unshackled her, then let her fall into his chest.
Once again, Nia was quiet. For good reason, this time. Miguel swept her into his arms, then carried her to their room – stark naked and uncaring.
And no…he was not done.
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