It's 9am on a Friday morning and I'm fresh out of the shower having already thrown laundry in the machine, checked my emails and worked solidly for two hours -- apparently, impending deadlines do wonders for my productivity levels.
My phone rings and I smile when I see Sam's name on the display.
'Good morning, Mr Byron!' I chime brightly.
'Good morning Beautiful, how's the best seller coming along?' he asks
'Making good progress, actually,' I reply 'It's amazing what I can get done with no distractions!' I smile.
'So, you must be about due a break?' he continues
'Yeah, I might head out for breakfast' I answer, rummaging fruitlessly through my still empty cupboards. There's a knock at the door. 'Hold on Sam, there's someone at the door.'
I open the door to find Sam Byron and his lopsided grin, phone still to his ear, holding a large brown paper carrier bag that smells divine.
'Breakfast is served!' he grins, and I can't help smiling back. 'I've got a meeting at 11, so I promise I won't distract you for long -- can I come in? Got your favourite.' he adds, waving the bag in my direction. I smile again and stand to the side; he grins and steps through the door, kissing me on the lips as he passes.
'There's fresh coffee on the counter' I start, 'I'm just going to put something on'
'The towel looks fine to me' he replies with a lewd grin. I roll my eyes at him and go into my bedroom, deliberately closing the door after I've let my towel fall to the floor.
When I get back, he's poured us each a cup of coffee and is busy laying out breakfast on my dining table. He really has got my favourite -- there are two plates of avo special, just like yesterday.
'I went back to Crumbs -- Markus said they said they don't usually do takeaway, but I managed to convince him.' Hs eyes twinkle smugly.
'You're pretty good at getting what you want, aren't you?' I reply, sitting down to take a bite of delicious fluffy pancake,
'Usually.' He replies with a smile, sitting opposite me, taking in the flimsy mint green satin dressing gown I've thrown on to cover up.
We eat and chat and he tells me about the meeting he's got later. He's dreading it, because it's probably going to take up most of the day, but he's excited too because he's finally going to pitch some ideas of his own as to where he sees his role in the company going forward. He wants to set up some sort of program for talented kids who can't afford art school, so they can study photography, fine art, design and the like without running up huge debts. I love how excitable he gets when he's talking about things he cares about.
As we finish breakfast, he glances at his watch.
'Well look at that - still got an hour before Harvey's due back.' He says, blatantly.
'Oh really,' I reply 'well you can do the washing up then if you like.' I finish, batting my lashes at him innocently. He scowls at me a little before getting up and stalking round the table towards me.
'Or, I could do what I've been thinking about ever since you took me into your bedroom.' He growls suggestively, snaking his arms around my waist and holding me firmly in place.
'And what would that be?' I reply; my voice is almost a whisper. He reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket that's draped on the back of my chair and produces four black silk scarves.
'Tie you to all four of your bed posts and Fuck. You. Senseless.' He replies, punctuating the words with soft kisses along my collarbone. His voice sends waves of pleasure through every inch of me and I find myself aching for his touch. 'Do you want to give yourself to me, Jessica?' his voice is low in my ear and I nod. 'Good girl.' He smiles, pulling back a little to take my hands. 'What is your safe word?' I shake my head
'I'm not working. I don't need one.' He looks at me, confused, 'If I want to stop, I'll tell you. I trust you.' He smiles a slow, sexy smile, and then walks me into the bedroom.
Standing at the foot of my bed, I cast my eyes to the floor. It feels strange to be taking on a submissive role in my own bedroom, but it's also incredibly arousing and I want nothing more than to please the Dominant master of my destiny and find out how he plans to test my limits this time.
He stands in front of me and tugs the belt of my gown, making it fall open. He cups his hands around my breasts, briefly pinching my nipples before sliding his fingers over my shoulders and pushing away the silky fabric so that it falls to my feet. He lifts my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up to make me look him in the eye. He kisses me hard, biting my lower lip as he releases me.
'Lie down Jessica.' He growls. I do as I'm told.
He works quickly to secure my wrists to the posts at the top of the bed. 'Spread your legs for me.' he commands, and I display myself wantonly as he ties my ankles to the bottom posts. I have never been tied to my own bed before, but here I am, exposed and helpless and loving every moment of his eyes on me, drinking in my vulnerable state.
'Perfect.' He smiles to himself, unbuttoning his shirt and resting it on my dresser chair. 'I hope you don't mind, but I brought you another gift too.' He says, producing a small velvet pouch from his pocket. 'Shall I open it for you?' he adds wryly, since I'm clearly in no position to do so myself. I nod. He takes out two beautiful platinum nipple clamps, each one encrusted with tiny diamonds.
'May I?' he drawls mockingly, and I nod again. He bends forward to suck each of my nipples in turn -- they're already as hard as bullets, but he loves to prolong my torture. I gasp as he applies both of the clamps together, making me pull against my restraints as I get used to their delicious pinch.
'Do you like that, Jessica?' I nod. 'Pardon?' he asks in a sterner voice, slapping my breast lightly so that the clamp shakes against me.
'Yes Sir!' I respond, 'I like it very much.'
'Good. Because we're not finished yet.' He replies.
He takes a third identical clamp from the pouch, holding it up for me to see. He pauses, giving me the chance to say no. I don't.
'Who do you belong to Jessica?' he growls, trailing the cold metal across my navel.
'You Mr Byron, I belong to you.' I reply breathlessly.
He smiles and bends over to slide his tongue against my wide-open pussy. God he is so good with his tongue. He licks the length of my slit achingly slowly, tasting me before taking my clitoris between his lips and sucking gently. I moan in pure pleasure, twisting and writhing against the scarves holding me in place as he pulls away. Very gently, he applies the last clamp to my swollen clit and I shut my eyes tight, mewling in ecstatic pain.
'Eyes open, Jessica' he commands once I've composed myself. He's standing over me holding a fine silver chain. 'The finishing touch.' He smiles. It's only then I notice the clamps on my nipples have small loops on them, and presumably the one between my legs does too as he deftly threads the chain through all three before fastening it. He gives a gentle tug to check it's secure and my body convulses as waves of delight rush through me. He has connected all three sensitive little buds so he can control them as one and it feels heavenly.
'I wonder if I could make you come just by tugging on this chain?' he says more to himself than to me. 'Let's find out.'
He starts rhythmically tugging the chain, slowly at first, a steady beat, leaving a few seconds between each movement. I start to moan in delight. The pain is intense but it's soon blacked out by the orgasm I can feel growing inside me.
'If you come without my permission Jessica, I'll have to start all over again. Do you understand?' he asks impassively.
