First Time

My client for the night hung upright from the ring affixed to her ceiling, my ropes crossing her torso with intricate knots that had taken me over an hour to tie. I’d bent her legs back and bound her heels to her thighs with a frog tie, and her hands clasped behind her neck were also secured in place. Simple brushes of my fingertips over her pale, smooth skin had her hovering near euphoria long before I’d hefted her body into the air.
Suspended upright, she swung gently and in silence except for her heightened breaths, the top of her head level with my chin. Her long, blonde hair hung down her back like a golden waterfall, caressing her curved spine and the globes of her bare, rounded ass.
I stepped between her spread knees, my leather pants keeping my flaccid cock from pressing into her ass crack. The scent of expensive perfume lingered after her long day at work beneath hot cameras and her producer’s intense stare.
“Color, Bunny?” I murmured against her ear.
“Green,” she replied, barely more than a needy whisper.
She’d shared about her day on set when I’d first arrived for our scene, how the stress had taken her to the limit of her ability to perform. Thus, her reason for calling Elite Escorts, desperate for a last-minute appointment with their shibari master.
Me.
Daniel Cooney, a six-foot-five wall of muscled Dom who intimidated the hell out of clients until I allowed them to get to know me better. Sitting down and explaining the power dynamic between dominants and submissives to new customers always brought calm to their nervous tension when they realized my insides didn’t match my exterior.
And when they gave consent for me to use bondage to set them free?
Fucking magic emanated from my caring hands and concentrated attention fixed solely on helping them find release.
“Are you ready to come for me?” My hot breath on her earlobe sent a tremor through her.
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned her response, free in a way she never could be at a BDSM club due to her TV personality.
Reaching around her body, I found her folds slick with arousal but took care to not dip into her heat.
Bunny’s limits included penetration of anything outside of toys. She didn’t allow kissing on any part of her body either. No teeth. No tongue. But I knew how to use my hands and all ten fingers to the best of my ability when it came to rigging clients and sending their minds into oblivion.
The dildo I’d chosen for her that night had girth and length outside the norm, but she loved when I used it on her needy pussy. The silicone made a squelching noise as I slid it deep inside her core.
Bunny released a guttural groan, her head tipping back against my shoulder as I slowly fucked her with the toy. “So good, Sir,” she panted, pliant in my arms.
I hummed my approval over her pleasure, wishing my own body found some sense of fulfillment outside of a job well done.
“Let go for me, Bunny.” I leaned down to press my cheek against hers. She shivered beneath my fingertips trailing down her bare torso. Goose bumps rose in my touch’s wake between cords of rope. I dipped over her pubis, and she whimpered, shifting against my chest as I caressed over her prominent clit. “That’s it,” I murmured, peering down over her harnessed chest to watch my fingers strum her hardened nub.
Her breaths grew frantic, gasped inhales. Shudders rippled over her. Her cheek grew clammy against mine as sweat rose to coat her body.
I fucked her with the dildo and rubbed over her clit with firm pressure, my pride getting off on how she gave over to her body’s need for release.
“Come all over my hand, Bunny.”
She cried out, her body tensing and then trembling through orgasm.
“Such a good girl,” I crooned, nuzzling against her ear.
Wetness dripped onto the hardwood floor of her bedroom, the musky sweetness of her cum filling my nose.
“You soaked me, Bunny. Fuck.” I groaned along with her, taking pleasure in her release even though no arousal slid through my blood. She hung in rapture while I stood in reality, unfulfilled and left wanting, my dick still limp inside my leathers.
Quietness settled over us, and I slowly pulled the toy from her pussy. “Okay?” I asked quietly, soothing her hip with a gentle caress.
“Yes, Sir.” Her breathless tone made me smile as satisfaction swelled up inside my chest.
Twenty minutes later, I sat against her headboard, cradling my favorite client’s slight form in my arms. She’d had a bottle of water to drink, but I continued to hold her as she came down, her body a limp noodle on my lap.
“I can’t ever love a man,” she told me, gazing up from where her head rested in the crook of my arm, “but if I could, it would be you.”
“You don’t want to love me,” I said with a chuckle, affection for her making me want to kiss her on the nose. “I’m not capable of giving it physically in return.”
“Are you asexual?”
I studied her upturned face and big blue eyes for a few minutes, not surprised by her bluntness. Fuck knew we’d had hours of talks amassed after all the scenes we’d done together over the nine months I’d been with Elite. She hadn’t ever asked about my lack of arousal while binding her before.
“No,” I finally answered. “I get horny, but not very often. If clients want to be fucked, I have little blue pills. I’ve just…never felt a connection with anyone, a desire to be intimate emotionally. For a while, I wondered if I might be demisexual, but I experienced insta-lust a time or two when I was younger.” Shrugging, I snuggled her closer. “I’ll be honest though, if I could fall in love, it would be with you too.”
She snorted with laughter. “Every warm-blooded male and queer female between puberty and death would say the same to my face given the chance.”
Bunny didn’t lie. She had the looks and body of a goddess along with more money than her grandchildren’s grandchildren could spend in their lifetime. Her laughter was infectious. Her smile dazzling. Her kindness worthy of sainthood.
“Maybe,” I said, “but you know I don’t give a rat’s ass about your pretty face and riches. I would fall for you because you submit so easily for me. You find your release every time I bind you in my ropes. The level of trust you give me is staggering…” My voice trailed off as a slight ache radiated through my chest.
“So you’re saying I’m everything you could ever want, but there’s no spark. No connection.” She didn’t sound put out, simply matter-of-fact.
“Unfortunately, you’re spot on,” I agreed.
Her sweet smile sent warmth through me but from shared friendship rather than desire. “You deserve to find the perfect partner, Daniel.” Bunny caressed my closely-clipped beard. “You’re a beautiful soul. Protective and sensitive. Any woman would be lucky to have you by their side and in their bed.”
“Most women see my intimidating size and run the other way,” I muttered what I found to be true more often than not whenever I went out with my friends. Some didn’t—but those women tended to be dick-hungry and only wanted what I packed between my thighs. Hookups like that turned me off and held no sway over my cock, so what was the point?
“Someday, you’re going to find the love of your life who fits your kinky lifestyle to a T, and I’ll be here pouting over losing my Sir—but I’ll be happy for you.”
Most women who liked being tied up expected and enjoyed pain with their pleasure, something I refused to give. Even when payment was offered in exchange. I’d spent my childhood watching my father, who thought roughing up my mom made him a real man.
The fucker.
The last thing I would ever do while breath lingered in my lungs was lay a hand on a woman to inflict harm of any sort.
“Time for me to go, Bunny,” I murmured and rubbed my cheek against her soft hair, needing to shut down thoughts of the past.
Roused memories never left me in a good place, and I preferred to avoid them as well as not bring them into any conversation. No one but the people from my childhood and law enforcement back in Ohio knew what had happened when I was thirteen—and I planned to keep it that way. A half hour later, I sat in my SUV heading home and feeling sorry for myself. And not for the first time after sceneing with a paying customer.
A lot of my fellow escorts who worked for Elite had found their soulmates, the women that completed them. Blake with Wren. Reid and Jessie. The summer before, Jarod had fallen for Christine. She owned his soul, and he’d captured her adoration and trust. They had survived a suicide bomber and had been buried beneath rubble for hours, and their resulting happiness brought a level of jealousy I’d never felt before. The way her gaze lingered on him and the look of pure love and acceptance in her eyes hit me every time.
To find a woman like that would be pure bliss.
Micah, Elite’s owner and one of my best friends, had replaced all three of his former employees, but I wondered if I would be so lucky to find the love of a lifetime as they had. If and when such an occurrence took place, Micah would be pissed. Happy for me like Bunny, but upset at losing yet another of his escorts.
I wasn’t actively seeking, wasn’t turned off by the thought of a ball and chain—quite the opposite. But finding someone who would fit me and my kinks, a submissive into bondage that would give me her trust to not hurt her? Not an easy feat. Chantelle’s, an exclusive BDSM club in downtown Boston, offered one of the few smorgasbords for people in the lifestyle, and I visited every Friday night when I wasn’t on the clock for Elite.
But I’d yet to run into a woman I felt drawn to, one who loved my ropes as much as I did without the pain play often associated with being bound.
A woman to help me prove to the world that a boy didn’t always grow up to be like his bastard father.

Content Warning: Domestic & sexual abuse (not by MMC). Violence.

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