Bound for More: Chapter 5 - Love Bound
The sun had set and we were finishing dinner. The conversation had lagged and we were both quiet as we cleared the table. Daddy rinsed the dishes and I loaded the dishwasher. There was a somber mood settling over the ranch as we both knew this intense weekend was nearing a close. Neither of us wanted it to end.
[We had met online a few months ago. We exchanged a lot of horny messages and pictures. We shared personal details and some history. Most of it had been superficial, as we took measure of the other in hopes of finding a sane, but kinky, fuck bud. Neither of us had been actively looking for a relationship. We both had tried those with little long term success. It was enough to find somebody of like mind to hang out with and have hot kinky sex.
Strangely, there was an immediate chemistry between us, even online. We seemed so in step with the other. He was not just a top, but an experienced Dom. He liked to take control of boys and have his way with them. Bondage, water sports, fisting, and a little discipline were all part of his repertoire. They were in my book of interests as well, only as a bottom, and a sub. What made all of this so special for us, was that we both were interested in these things in scene only. In the rest of life, we wanted a friend on equal footing. A bud to hang out with and do things with. I don't know, maybe we were both too scared to say it... we wanted someone to share our lives with. We wanted to share our kinks and sex with someone special, but more. Someone to travel with, have intelligent conversations with, laugh and be entertained with. We were both secretly looking for love.
So, we clicked... and finally agreed to meet. From that first moment, the chemistry turned into a chemical reaction. This "thing" took on a life of its own. Daddy was impressive in his own right, and he said the same of me. We each felt a need to impress the other, something neither of us generally tried to do. He was like me, in that at this stage of our lives, we just put ourselves out there and if they didn't like it, so what... there was someone else that would. It was different with Daddy though... not like I was trying to out do him or be inflated somehow showing that I could take whatever he could dish out. I wanted him to see exactly what I was made of, my truest self, in hopes he would like and perhaps, respond accordingly. Tom showed me how dominant and kinky, yet caring, he was. And I responded by demonstrating how good of a boy I was, how I was submissive yet independent, and even how I could care for him.
The dom/sub roles were so natural for us to fall into with each other. They did transcend the scenes, but only in the sense that I called him Daddy and he called me boy. We took care of and complimented each other's wants and needs. We could talk about anything from politics and religion, to music and art, to work and current events. Suddenly, our conversations were much deeper and more than simply exploring our kinks. We were more than interested in hearing the detailed depths, wanting to know what made the other tick. And in the two weekends since, our exploration of kinks and sex have went from just trying to have fun and get a nut, to an incredible intimacy, a merging of our beings.]
Now here we are after the two weekends of exchanging bodily fluids and testing each other's sexual boundaries, and lengthening phone calls every night were apart. I closed the dishwasher and grabbed some Clorox wipes to clean the counters with. I looked at him with puppy dog eyes and said in a voice much sadder than I intended, "Well Daddy, I guess I should get dressed and head on home."
He did not answer me but just stood there looking at me. He was in a t-shirt and sweat shorts and I was naked. His eyes were almost as sad as mine, though he was trying to be stoic. He reached out to me and I walked over to him as he leaned against the counter I had just cleaned. He pulled me in close and kissed me. His hands roaming over my back and coming to a rest on my ass.
He caressed my cheeks ever so tenderly, almost tickling me. Goose pimples raised on my flesh and that just spurred him on. He continued to lightly rake my sensitive skin and enjoy the response it gave him. I squirmed a bit in his embrace. This only mad him exert his dominant side, holding me tight then and pushing his tongue deep in my mouth, filling it. I could feel his hard on pressing against my abdomen as he held me. His hands moved firmly on my ass now and spread my cheeks. One of his index fingers grazed my pucker. It was just as sensitive as the rest of my skin and my body twitched a little.
He growled at me and poked his dry finger into my sphincter. I yelped and he pulled out. In fact he released me all together. I noticed a big wet spot on the front of his shorts now. His eyes had changed from puppy dog to expressive and deep. "C'mon boy. I can't let you leave yet. I need to show you how fond I have grown of you and your sweet pussy." He grabbed me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom. I looked at the unmade bed and remembered how he had repeatedly shown me his fondness this weekend.
"On the bed, boy! Present!" He said firmly. I climbed into the center of the bed and faced away from him. I was on all fours and put my head to the mattress with my hands at my side. My ass was in the air, and I could feel the cool air from the overhead fan breezing across my exposed pussy. I could hear rustling behind me. It sounded like Daddy was rummaging through some drawers. When I felt movement on the mattress, he had returned with something... leather cuffs. He cuffed each of my ankles to the corresponding wrist. "I can't let you go home yet. I think I am going to keep you all night. Ill get you up early enough in the morning for you to get home and get ready for work. But I need to show you, boy... I need to show you how you really make me feel."
My clit jumped in it's cage at his words. My heart swelled and my blood raced. I blushed from head to pussy. He started out as an online crush. I was almost shocked when he responded to my "woof" and we began to chat. My crush turned into an online flirt and then a kink explorer to sexting buddy. When we finally met it was like the final pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. It was easy and right, most of all, it was electric. We had been going 90 miles an hour ever since that first encounter.
"Time to slow things down boy. Take our time to feel, absorb, and consider all that has been going on with us." Daddy was wistful as he finished securing my bonds. His voice was soft and low, like the deep base rumble of an old pickup on the highway. Just made me feel... secure. Like there was nothing in the world that could touch me, except for him. Like he was becoming my world.
