One Night in a Dungeon Page 5

  “Oh, Rocco.” Casey lets out a long sigh.

  “Cree told me...he said you wanted to do more than just tie me up. I know you aren’t looking for something like what I just did.”

  “I do want more, but that’s not all of it. I told you, I want you to sub for me.”

  “But that means you...you’ll want to...to have...” I stop and swallow hard, closing my eyes and trying to find the right words. “You want to have sex, and I didn’t last five seconds.”

  “You’re going to have to try to be a little easier on yourself for this to work.”

  “So, this isn’t working?” My chest tightens. I already know the answer, and I wonder if she’ll still be willing to drive me home or if I’ll have to catch a ride with Cree.

  “Honestly, Rocco, I have no idea if it is or not.” Casey sighs again. “You are impossible to read. I know you’re upset with yourself, but I can’t figure out if it’s because I did something wrong or not.”

  “You?” I turn my head to look at her face, trying to determine if she’s serious. “You didn’t do anything wrong—it was me.”

  “Really? I thought maybe getting you naked and all that might have been too much, too fast. I mean, maybe you want to stay a virgin. Are you, like, saving yourself or something?”

  “No.” I furrow my brow as I try to come up with a reasonable answer. “I just...don’t think about it, I guess. No one’s ever been interested in me, and frankly, I didn’t think that was going to change.”

  “But it has changed.”

  “Oh.” I don’t know what else to say.

  The image of her on her knees in front of me goes through my head again. That leads to thoughts of my unexpected reaction, and it occurs to me that after all this mess, she might be trying to let me off easy. Cree’s used that term before when a rope bunny has become closer to him that he was expecting, and he needed to break things off with her. Maybe that’s what Casey means by saying things have changed.

  “Do you want me to leave?” I ask softly.

  “Why would I want you to leave?”

  “You’re an experienced Domme,” I say with a shrug. “I would assume you’d rather be with someone who knows what you want than a...a...”

  “A what?”

  “A mess.”

  “Rocco, I told you more than once that I want this. You being a mess isn’t going to deter me. In fact, it is part of what drew me to you in the first place.”

  “Why?”

  “Kindred spirits and all that.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I know. It’s okay. Rest assured, though, I still want you. I still want to make this work—for both of us. But you have to tell me if anything I did upset you. You were all right being naked?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Sometimes submissives don’t give out the sign that they don’t like something just to make sure they’re pleasing the dominant. I don’t want you to do that. It just makes understanding each other more difficult.”

  “I don’t care about being naked,” I tell her. “Everyone around here gets naked. We’re kind of in a secluded spot anyway.”

  “I’m glad to hear that,” Casey says. “What about when I touched your cock?”

  I feel heat rise to my face. I wish I had a non-verbal signal to convey more complicated sentences, but I don’t, so I’m at a loss.

  “Rocco?”

  “I...I didn’t...” I stop and take a deep breath. “I didn’t know how good it would feel.”

  “Now that’s a good answer!” Casey grips the ropes behind my back, tightening the tension on my shoulders. She smiles and raises an eyebrow, and I realize she’s rewarding me.

  “So, you still want to have sex with me?” I ask quietly.

  “Yes, Rocco. Eventually.”

  “Even though I screwed up?”

  “You didn’t screw anything up,” Casey says. “In fact, it was kind of awesome.”

  “Awesome?” I scoff. “Now you’re just patronizing me.”

  Casey releases the tension on the rope and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her.

  “I made you come just by looking at you, babe,” she says. “Frankly, that makes me feel so damn self-satisfied, I’m not sure I can express it adequately. So, get the idea that I’m somehow displeased about what you’ve done out of your head. I’m not.”

  I stare into her face, trying to harness the small amount of knowledge I have about human expressions and what they mean. It’s not a lot of information, but it’s enough to see in her eyes that she means what she’s saying.

  “You’re not disappointed?”

  “Not at all.” She smiles for a moment before shifting her head forward and placing her lips against mine.

  The kiss is unexpected, and for a moment, I don’t know what to do except close my eyes. I focus on the sensation of her lips pressed to mine, slowly relaxing and giving in to it.

  Casey doesn’t rush, press hard against me, or open her mouth. This feeling of her lips touching mine is peaceful and remarkably pleasant. After a moment, I find myself pressing back, and I feel her smile slightly as she grips the hair on the back of my head and pulls me away.

  “Like that, don’t you?” she says with a sly grin.

  I nod.

  “I do, too.” She moves in again, pressing her lips a little more firmly to mine as she tightens her grip on my hair.

  I respond, letting her take the lead as she kisses me hard. A shiver runs through me as she opens her mouth, and I feel her tongue slide between my lips. She wraps her free arm around me, grabbing the knot at my back and squeezing. The combination of her tongue in my mouth with the bite of the ropes on my shoulders causes my dick to take notice of her again.

  Casey breaks away, both of us breathing hard.

  “I want to tie you up and fuck the living daylights out of you,” she says, blunt as ever.

  “That scares me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t know what to do.” I swallow hard, not sure how she’ll take my admission.

  Again, Casey takes my chin in her hand, leaving my hair to fall around my shoulders.

  “It’s my job to tell you exactly what you are going to do,” she says. “You’ll be at my command. Got it?”

  I nod. The idea of following her orders grants me a bit of calm. Doing what I’m told hasn’t been too difficult so far, and though I hadn’t spent a lot of my time thinking about sex in the past, the idea of actually doing that—of having my dick inside of her—has me practically drooling.

  But she doesn’t push me down and jump on top of me. Instead, she leans back, pulling my head to her chest again. I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her skin. She smells like lavender and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. I tilt my head slightly, and the tip of my nose brushes over her skin.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Like what?”

  “Having your head on my tits.”

  “Uh...”

  Casey snickers.

  “Do you want to see them?”

  “Yes.” I swallow past the lump in my throat as a lot of related details fly through my head. If we’re going to have sex, Casey’s going to be naked as well. I’m going to see her naked, and that sends another lightning bolt to my cock.

  “Untie the laces,” Casey says as she loosens the rope around my shoulders just enough to let me move my arms.

  My tongue darts out over my lips as I reach for the laces that hang right near her cleavage. I pull at the end, and the knot unravels. I loosen the ties a bit more, pulling the ends through the eyelets until her corset top drops, revealing her nipples.

  My heart skips a beat. I’d assumed she’d have a bra on underneath, but I guess the corset was tight enough to make any additional garment unnecessary. I thought there would be more effort before I actually saw nipple.

  I feel my dick start to press against Casey’s thigh as it starts to throb. I have to close my eyes an
d breathe deeply a few times to get a little control back.

  I don’t understand why I’m having this reaction. The dungeon is full of naked breasts, and it’s not like Casey’s are vastly different from the others I could examine with a glance. I don’t want to look at the others, though—I want to look at hers.

  I already know how soft they are, but as the corset drops to her waist, I can see how perfectly round they are with large, deep pink areolas with pointed nubs in the center. Casey’s breasts aren’t small, but they aren’t huge either.

  They might actually be perfect.

  Casey places her hand over the back of mine, moving both up until I’m touching her right breast. She controls my hand, moving it to cup her from underneath and lift slightly so I can feel the weight. She guides my fingers to stroke the flesh on top, pausing when my thumb is over her nipple. When I stroke my thumb over it, her nipple hardens.

  Casey and I let out simultaneous gasps, and I glance at her face. She smiles slightly, her eyes hooded, and the expression makes my dick dance. I swallow hard as she tightens her grip over the back of my hand, causing me to squeeze her breast.

  She guides my hand to her other breast, and my breath quickens. She leads my hand with hers back and forth until I’m practically panting, and my dick is starting to ache against her leg.

  “Rocco, I’d really like to put that massive hard-on to good use. You ready to lose your virginity?”

  I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Remembering her earlier instructions, I tilt my head to the right, nearly fast enough to give me whiplash.

  Casey grins before she places her hand on my chin and presses her mouth to mine once more. Just as I begin to lose myself in the kiss, she pulls away and smiles again.

  “What if I...if I come too soon again?” I glance away as my heart starts to pound.

  “You came just a few minutes ago,” she says very matter-of-factly. “I’m rather impressed you’re ready to go again so soon. Chances are, you’ll hold out longer. If you don’t, then you must think I’m really, really hot.”

  Casey winks at me.

  My mouth opens, and I want nothing more than to tell her that’s exactly what I think, but the words won’t come out.

  “Control will come in time, Roc. For now, enjoy the orgasm when it comes, so to speak.” She laughs as she pushes me off of her and starts to tie my ankles.

  Casey bends my leg at the knee, tying my ankle to my thigh before wrapping the rope down my leg, making Munter hitches along the gap between my thigh and my calf. She does the same with my other leg before pushing my legs apart, my feet firmly planted on the ground, up close to my ass.

  “I...I still don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” I say. “Not really.”

  “What you are supposed to do is to let me tie you down, and then lie there compliantly while I fuck your brains out. Think you can handle that?”

  “Yes.” My voice cracks as my dick practically jumps.

  Casey grins at me before she reaches over and takes my stiffening dick in her hand, stroking it up and down twice before she releases me and moves to my hands. She binds my wrists together and then brings them up over my head. She fastens the end of the rope to an eye bolt on the floor, securing me swiftly.

  Casey runs her hand over my chest and stomach, stopping just short of my eager cock. She tilts her head to the side, runs her finger over the tip, and then sits up. Hiking her skirt up a little, she tosses her leg over me easily, then places her hands on my chest.

  I realize immediately that she isn’t wearing any panties under her skirt and that her fishnet stockings only go up to the top of her thighs.

  “Under different circumstances,” she whispers, “I’d ride your face first. But I’ve wanted your cock in me from the first day I saw you, and I’m not going to waste any time.”

  Casey leans over me, moving her hands to the floor on either side of my head. She presses her mouth against my neck twice before moving to my ear.

  “Feel free to moan.”

  “Ungh!” The sound escapes from my mouth as she slides down, rubbing herself along my cock. I feel the heat from her body, and my dick is getting slick as she moves over it. I twitch as I imagine what she’ll feel like inside.

  “Mmm...yeah.” Casey sighs as she rocks against me a few more times and then abruptly stops, holding herself up on her knees as my cock chills from the air. I look up at her pleadingly as she reaches over to her backpack and fishes out a square, foil package.

  “Your cock is almost too pretty to cover up,” Casey says as she holds up the condom, “but safety first.”

  She rips the condom wrapper and deftly rolls it over my dick. I hadn’t even thought about such things, and I’m immediately glad for her experience. Couples have been kicked out of Power Exchange for not using condoms—it’s a hard rule.

  “Are you ready?” she asks softly.

  I move my head, afraid of what babble might come out of my mouth if I were to part my lips. Casey smiles and her eyes shine as she crawls up my body and kneels on either side of my hips. She places her hands on my chest, leaning over me for a moment before straightening back up, still smiling.

  I can’t take my eyes off of her as she positions herself above me, takes my cock in her hands, and slowly begins to lower herself. The pressure on the head of my dick is intense as she pushes down, and I watch as it disappears inside of her.

  I hold my breath, fighting against the throbbing sensation as she encompasses me in a way I never thought possible.

  Chapter 6—Casey

  This is even better than I thought it would be.

  Rocco’s cock fills me—pressing against the inside of me as I drop lower and lower. When I finally have him all the way inside, I let out a long moan.

  The sight of Rocco below me makes my thighs clench around his hips. His expression hovers between tortured and ecstatic, and he grips his hands into fists as the ropes tighten around his wrists. He can’t move enough to grab me, so the risk of him doing something I don’t like is irrelevant, and he looks exquisite lying on the blanket below me as I start to move up and down.

  I lean forward enough to press my lips to the base of his throat. I can’t quite kiss him on the mouth—he’s too tall—so this will have to do for now. I’ll have to think of a good way to bind him while he’s sitting upright so I can reach him better, but that will be for next time.

  Next time. There has to be a next time.

  I groan as I push myself up slowly, closing my eyes as I feel his length slide most of the way out of me before I lower myself back down. Rocco gasps and his entire body shudders as I continue moving with slow, purposeful strokes. I want to stay on the edge for the longest time possible, and I want to keep him right there with me.

  My power. My control. My orgasm if and when I choose to have one.

  “Oh...fuck...” Rocco mumbles under his breath, eyes closed and fingers clenching.

  I smile as I tilt my hips from side to side, enjoying the feeling of him moving with me. With my palms pressed firmly against his chest, I move faster, and Rocco presses upward, trying to match my tempo with his hips.

  I feel Rocco tense below me. As I glance at his face, his eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s panting. I feel my mouth turn up in a slow smile, knowing how close he must be and how much he’s fighting to hold it back. I slow down, grinding against him, and he gasps. The look on his face is mesmerizing even before he opens his eyes and stares into mine.

  A quiver starts deep in my belly, pushing down and flooding through my legs. I grind again and again, watching Rocco pull against the ropes around his wrists as he brings his knees up to press against my hips. I feel his cock pulse inside of me, and I know he’s not going to hold out any longer than I am.

  “Ah! Rocco!” I dig my fingers into his chest, leaving marks on his skin as I let the wave push me over the edge. Rocco moans, grunts, and whimpers. I press against his chest again, moving myself up and down only a few strokes before
he cries out, eyes closed and mouth hanging open.

  I drop down, placing my forehead on his shoulder for a moment before sitting up again. Rocco is still breathing heavily, staring at me with his mouth agape. I grin as I raise myself up enough for him to fall out of me, then quickly get rid of the condom before stretching out beside him. I run my hand over his warm, sweaty skin, smiling to myself.

  Slowly, my heart rate drops back to normal, and Rocco’s breathing does the same. As much as I’d like to keep him right where he is for another round, it had been his first time, and I need to take care of him first. I lean over, kiss him briefly on the lips, and then sit up to reach for the ropes.

  I quickly untie Rocco’s legs, rubbing each as I release them from their bonds and straighten them. Once those are free, I move up to his hands and untie them as well, tossing the ropes off to the side before I lie down beside him, my back braced against the cushions. I reach over and grab his shoulder, coaxing him to rest his head on my tits.

  He obviously likes them.

  I stroke his hair for a while, enjoying the texture. I love long hair on guys, and his silky, black locks are about as enticing as it gets for a goth girl. I wonder briefly if I could talk him into doing Halloween as vampires but realize that might be just a bit much at the moment.

  Instead, I lean my head enough to kiss the top of his. I wrap my free arm around him, running it over his shoulder and down to his elbow.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask once his silence has gone on long enough.

  “Um...pretty good?”

  “Is that a question?”

  He laughs through his nose.

  “No,” he says softly as he looks at me. “I feel really good.”

  “I’m glad to hear that. I guess that means you enjoyed your first time?”

  “Yes.” Rocco’s face turns a little red as he looks away.

  I reach over and grab his chin, turning him back.

  “Not much reason for you to feel embarrassed,” I say with a smile. “You’ve had your dick in me. After that level of contact, blushing isn’t really necessary.”

  My words just make his face darken more, and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. I lean over and press my lips to his, enjoying the way he just gives in to my touch.