chapter 2

so more running it will have to be.

As I pad across the hallway and step up to the playroom door I try to come up with a plan. My gaze

falls on the scented candles that are stored in the closet next to the bedroom. Of course I can't use

them for a scene, but some extra light is always good, and the heady scent of vanilla and sandalwood

can create a good atmosphere. Bella is being forward, and I feel I need to reward her for being so

brave. Might as well make sure it's going to be a real night to remember for her, and not just because

she stepped up to confront one of her more irrational fears.

Picking up two of the huge cube candles with the many wicks I take them with me as I enter the

playroom. Bella hasn't moved, and while her head is still bent and her eyes cast down, I'm sure she's

following my every move with eagerness.

I place the candles left and right of her, outside of the square the other candles are set up in, and light

them, brightening the room. The mirrored walls only add to the effect, and I take a moment to drink in

her divine body.

Exercising regularly has done a lot to improve her slim but well proportioned build, as does the yoga

for her balance. Her thighs and belly are firm now, the muscles in her arms and legs slightly defined,

and she can hold position a lot longer now than when we started. Not that I ever minded a little

softness, on the contrary, but I know that she needs the strength and stamina for what we do. Also,

going for a run together has become one of my favorite things to do with Bella, including a nice, long

shower afterwards, and the occasional blowjob behind a convenient tree.

I'm tempted to fuss around with something just to annoy her a little, but I don't really feel like taking

my time. I'm just as eager as she must be, and I really want to get down to business. So I reach for the

soft, white silk ropes, the only other thing I will be needing tonight, and return to where Bella is

kneeling on the floor. Picking up the pillar candles I position them closer so that I can reach them

without getting up again before I kneel down behind her.

She doesn't move when I reach around her and run my hand over her thigh from her knee up, squeezing

gently. I kiss her shoulder, then suck hard on the soft spot at the side of her neck that I know drives her

crazy, and she only shivers a little. Good girl, knows it's not her place to react until I show her that I

want her to.

Sucking turns to licking, then I kiss her warm skin until I feel goose bumps marching down her leg.

She still hasn't moved, but I can tell that keeping still is killing her.

“Good evening, my little vixen. How thoughtful of you to wait like this for your Master,” I purr into

her ear, watching in the mirror as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down to

stifle a low moan. “Don't you want to wish me a good evening, too?”. She raises her head and catches my gaze over the mirror, then turns her face to me so that our noses

nearly brush. Her eyes are wide and dark in the twilight of the room, lust and anticipation clouding

them.

“Good evening, Sir.”

Her luscious lips remain slightly parted when she falls silent, and I take the invitation, brushing mine

over them lightly before I grab her hair hard and pull her head back. She gasps, effectively opening

her mouth, and I kiss her more roughly, plunging my tongue inside, taking, exploring. Bella moans

again, this time loudly, making me grin as I pull back, my hand still grasping her soft locks.

“I really appreciate your openness,” I tell her, my eyes boring into hers intently. “But I'm not going to

fuck you tonight.” She remains impassive, already too used to the way I play my games.

Months ago a look of disappointment would have crossed her features, but now she just remains calm,

waiting. I smile, which is probably more a hungry leer, before I go on.

“Unless you're a good little slut and earn it.”

I know that she doesn't really get off on the name calling, but it's one of the few compromises we’ve

made. Bella knows that I don't exactly mean it in a degrading way, it's part of the game for me, and as

such she appreciates it.

I think it's one of the last vestiges of her moral high ground that I keep tearing down, her way of being

reluctant to fully succumb to me. I respect that, although I don't necessarily like her view. But we all

have something that simply rubs us the wrong way, and as long as we can make it work, I won't push

her. Too much. One of these days we will have to have another of those 'I don't really get why you're

holding on to your former self' talks, but as it is, I'm damn excited she's willing to push her physical

limits. And we have time, no need to jump the gun.

Bella's pant draws me back into the here and now, and I let go of her hair as I have made my point.

“You want that, though, don't you? You want to be fucked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

My cock twitches in my pants, and I quickly think of something unpleasant to dampen the effect her

whispered words have on me. Nothing gets me like her being in full on submissive mode. I nudge her

chin with my nose, signaling her to straighten up again and look forward instead of at me, and she

quickly complies, a smile playing across the corners of her mouth.

When she's still again, I put both my hands at her hips, then bring them up over her flat stomach to cup

her breasts. Her nipples are hard already from her being naked for so long, but also from excitement,

and I idly pluck on them before I grab her tits hard, squeezing. Her breath hitches for a moment, but

she doesn't tense up, instead relaxes further. I keep playing with her nipples, rolling them between my

fingers while I watch her in the mirror. I shift my grip a little, and let my right hand drift lower, down to her hip again. She eagerly spreads

her legs wider, and I smirk as I cup her sex with my hand. A quick swipe with my finger around her

entrance reveals just how wet she already is, wet and ready for me. I gather some of her juices and

run my fingers between her pussy lips until I reach her clit. A soft moan escapes her as I circle it,

quickly cutting off when I instead pinch her labia hard, repeatedly. Even though she tenses up now I

know she likes it, as her hips are still pushed towards my hand, not ever bucking away to evade me.

I let go of her again and place another soft kiss onto the side of her neck, a sweet and unnecessary

reminder of why I'm doing this. Then I lean back and reach for the ropes, quickly getting to work.

Starting with her wrists, I draw her arms back until her elbows touch and bind them together, using a

different rope for her wrists so I can keep them restrained even when I undo the other knots. Bella

instinctively tilts her torso back more until her knuckles reach the floor, stabilizing herself so I can

move on. A tie in her hair keeps her tresses in check and forces her to hold her head high, giving me

better access to her delicious body.

It would have been easier for me to bind her arms at the end as now I have to fumble as I bring the

longer rope several times around her torso, back and forth above and below her breasts, before I grab

her tits and wind more rope tightly around each full globe. Bella whimpers a little at the unfamiliar

feeling as she's used to me going for less restrictive breast bondage normally, but I want her tits

sensitive, yearning to be touched. A few more knots and I'm done, leaving her tits constricted at the

base and sticking out from her body invitingly.

I move to her thighs next and bind her ankles to them, rendering her helpless that way. A few more

loops around her waist follow, and I bring the last length of rope from above her belly button between

her pussy lips, and tie it to the waist ropes in back. I check all the knots, they are tight and the ropes

bite into her flesh, but for the limited time I'm planning to leave them in place that's okay.

My focus shifts to the rise and fall of her chest – she is clearly excited, but I decide I need to let her

stew a little longer. Instead of reaching for the candles like she probably expects, I run my fingers

softly over her body, her thighs, her stomach, her arms, barely skimming her breasts, while I kiss her

neck gently. I can feel her body respond, her pulse picks up, and the calm and serene demeanor leaves

her. She leans further towards me but I stay out of her reach, just close enough so she can feel my

body heat, but I don't allow her to touch me. Yet.

The soft caresses and kisses drive her wild, and when I run my fingers down the crotch rope, they

come away soaked. I'd say she is ready to step up the pace.

Bella's eyes open fully as she feels me withdraw, and her breath leaves in a loud rush as she watches

me pick up the first candle. I've tested them before, until I come really close to her body I can't really

hurt her with the wax, nothing she can't take. I still direct a most wicked grin at her that makes her

shiver, then bring my free hand around her hips to make sure that she can't buck away too much and

destroy my aim.