B Is For BONDAGE

A to Z Sex Series: Book B

J.L. Hugh

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Copyright © 2012 by North Shore Fiction

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B Is For BONDAGE

A to Z Sex Series: Book B

Danielle is on holiday break from college and goes home to visit her parents when the neighbor, Mr. Thompson, offers to loan her a better rake so she can finish her yard work. Danielle ventures into Mr. Thompson’s garage searching for the tool when he leaves on an errand only to find row after row of bondage gear hanging in plain sight.

Danielle runs her hand over the smooth, sensuous surface of a black leather strap and fantasies flood back into her mind of secretly watching Mr. Thompson tie up his girlfriend and spank her. Suddenly, Danielle is jolted back to reality as Mr. Thompson finds her in the garage fingering his gear.

Mr. Thompson knows that Danielle has secretly watched his bondage room in the past and decides that this young upstart needs a lesson in proper bondage gear handling and a reminder to ask permission before touching things that don’t belong to her.

Adults only. This story contains explicit BDSM, bondage, domination/submission, spanking and punishment. All characters are consenting adults and are over 18 years of age.

B Is For Bondage

A to Z Sex Series: Book B

Chapter 1

Brown leaves swirled after the car as Danielle drove up the familiar street. The neat row of houses looked exactly the same as it did when she left but everything was so different now. She had successfully completed her first semester of college and was coming home for the holidays. A school bus turned the corner in front of her and memories of high school flooded her mind. Even though it had been less than a year, high school seemed a lifetime ago.

A few months of college had given her a new perspective on life and meeting new friends had given her some life experience. Some sexual experience too, she smiled to herself. Several frat parties had led to some late night testing of the bed springs. College boys were great with their energy and heat-seeking missiles they kept in their pants. She quickly realized though, it was over all too soon with them and they had no real experience.

She pulled the car into the driveway of her parents’ house and turned off the ignition, pausing for a moment to reminisce. The basketball hoop, the same faded Christmas wreath on the front door, the four-wheel drive Jeep in Mr. Thompson’s driveway next door that he used on the weekends to go mud-bogging.

Mr. Thompson and Danielle had a long and torrid history together. The problem was, he didn’t know about it. Danielle’s bedroom window looked into the den in his house and two years ago she had discovered that she could see inside. A narrow space between the curtains and window allowed her to see what Mr. Thompson did to his girlfriend late at night.

Danielle spent many nights watching him bind the woman tightly with all manner of exotic knots. Her breath would quicken when he fastened silken loops around the woman’s wrists, ankles and breasts and she imagined herself under the lashes delivered from his hand. She brought herself to orgasm many times fantasizing that he was dominating her as her wrists hung helplessly from handcuffs.

Suddenly, she started as she realized she was still sitting in her car and was staring at Mr. Thompson. He had come from behind the Jeep in his garage and was looking back at her, coiling a long rope in his hand. She got out of the car quickly and walked up the driveway toward the house hoping to get there before he said anything.

“Hi Danielle, how was your first semester at the University?” Mr. Thompson called out conversationally.

Danielle slowed her walk and pasted a smile on her face, hoping her flushed cheeks wouldn’t betray her.

“Uh, j-just fine.” Her eyes were cemented to the coiling rope.

Noticing her gaze, he gestured to his Jeep. “I always take a coil of rope whenever I take the Jeep out four-wheeling. You never know what you might need it for.” He finished coiling the rope and smartly cinched it tight with a fireman’s knot. He stood there not hiding the fact that he was evaluating her short skirt and tight shirt.

Mesmerized, she tried to tear her eyes away from Mr. Thompson’s hands wrapped around the coils of the rope. “Y-yes, you could use a rope for a lot of things.”

Mike Thompson tossed the rope onto a box of other ropes and watched as the neighbor’s daughter walked toward the front door. “Yes, I certainly could use this rope for a lot of things, he thought. Like bind your hands behind your back and pinch those big, fat nipples you’ve got.”

She had grown into quite a gorgeous young woman. Mike had watched her fill out over the last few years and now her shirt was stretched tightly with her full breasts and that ass of hers must have been shaped by a professional sculpture. Well, it would look even better after several lashes from a leather strap.

Mike knew Danielle had seen him work on his girlfriend in his bondage room. She wasn’t nearly as sly as she thought when she casually glanced over the fence into the window when she thought he wasn’t looking. He also knew she hid in the shadows of her bedroom late at night with binoculars trying to get a glimpse of his domination.