Restrained - An Erotic Novel Read online

  Copyright © 2012 by Suzanne Jones.

  First published in Great Britain in July 2012 by Underglow Books.

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  Chapter One

  Punishment

  As he carefully attaches the rubber cuffs to my wrists and clips me onto the hooks on the wall, I know this is love. I’ve been dating Matt for six months now, and as he wraps the gag strap around my head and pushes the ball lovingly into my mouth I consider myself lucky to have met someone so wonderful. He fulfils my every fantasy, whether that be spanking me, whipping me, or just simply fucking me so hard that I squeal with excitement. Today it’s my birthday and I know he’ll surprise me with something special.

  As he tightens the last restraint, rendering me immobile, I feel a twinge of vulnerability. The lights in the room dimmed, Matt, thirty years old and a dark-haired, chisel-jawed master of pleasure and pain paces back and forth. He knows just how to get me wet. He doesn’t even have to touch me. He just looks at me disapprovingly. “Look at you,” he begins. “All tied up and slutty. You fucking whore.”

  “I’m such a whore,” I try to say, but through the gag I’m not sure how much he can hear. There’s a chill in the air, he’s purposefully left the window open. All I’m wearing is a corset and some black crotchless panties. My breasts, full and pert, are on show, my nipples hardening like bullets in the night air. My areolas wrinkle and as he approaches I feel an ache in my pussy that only he can fill. He’s got a small whip in his hand, maybe eighteen inches long. He’s used it on my ass before; punished me for one thing or another, but with me tied to the wall like this, he has no access to my ass and I wonder what he has in mind.

  Without warning he spins around and lashes out with it, it’s leather laces whipping across my tender breasts. One of them hits my right nipple and it stings like a motherfucker. I scream out but I know that’s what he wants. I need to stay quiet. I need to let him be the master and me the slave. He whips me again and again, and red lines appear on my tits where he’s inflicting this pain on me. “Happy birthday,” I find myself thinking.

  He gets closer, pressing his body up against mine. He’s wearing a tight black jumper that shows off his impressive muscles, and black jeans. As he presses in closer I can feel his enormous manhood throbbing against my leg. I want that cock inside me but I get the feeling that it’s not going to happen anytime soon. He has plans first. He lunges in towards me, pulling the gag from my mouth and kissing me forcefully. Then he slaps my face hard and for a second I go dizzy, trying to figure out if this is all part of the game or if I should call Time Out for him being a bit rough. I decide to let this one play out and he backhands me, knocking my head back the other way.

  He’s never been this rough before but there’s literally nothing I can do about it. I can’t get my head around whether I enjoy the pain, or if enough is enough. Before I get the chance to think, he slaps my left tit really hard, sending a searing pain through it. Then with his other hand he slaps the other one, stinging me, and making my nipples throb with the pain. I’ve decided I want him to stop but before I get the chance to tell him he’s forced the gag back onto me.

  He slaps me with his hand around my face again and again, and for a second I lose consciousness, waking to find him standing there in front of me, arms crossed like he’s just been waiting for me to wake after blacking out. He slaps me hard again and again across my tits and the pain is becoming unbearable. Tears stream from my eyes so he knows how much he’s hurting me, but still he doesn’t stop. He reaches forward with both hands, and pinches my nipples hard. It hurts, I want this to stop now. He pulls them. He twists them. He’s being too rough and I don’t like it.

  He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the whip again, its leather tassles slapping against my tits, my belly, my arms, and my legs. My tears continue as I see the red welts starting to raise on my tits. I sting all over. When will he stop? This was supposed to be a happy birthday. What is he thinking?

  Chapter Two

  Uninvited Guests

  There’s a knock at the door upstairs and as he leaves the room I begin to wonder if there’s any way I can undo these leather straps around my wrists and ankles so I can escape. I’ve had enough. I hear voices upstairs, male voices, and wonder what’s going on. I can’t move. I need to get down from here. I need to get away. Matt is a man possessed tonight and I’m fearful of how far he may go with his power games.

  Footsteps clump their way back down the stairs into the basement where I’m tied up, but not just Matt’s footsteps. Two of his friends are with him. This is bad. Tommy is Matt’s best friend, he’s tall and skinny and a bit of a redneck. We’ve never gotten along, I think he’s an asshole. He’s sexist all the time, and disrespectful, and we’ve never had a good word to say about each other. His other friend however, Leon, is average height but looks a bit like a slightly younger Edward Norton. I’ve fancied him for ages, and even kissed him once at a drunken party, but now I’m a little concerned what Matt has in mind.

  Through my gag I try to protest but I just make a mumbling sound and I know I won’t get a say in whatever it is that’s going to happen next.

  “Look at them titties all floppin’ around an’ shit,” Tommy slurs, obviously quite drunk.

  “Them’s some fine ass titties though Tom,” Leon says. “Evening, Marie.”

  “We’re your birthday present,” Tommy announces, and I feel dread creep into my stomach. Without a moment’s hesitation Matt walks straight over me and pulls a blindfold over my eyes. Whatever is going to happen, I won’t get to see any of it. Matt slaps my tits again and I can hear the other two laughing about it.

  Suddenly I feel warm breath on my neck, moving down my body, and a hot mouth clamps down on my nipple, sucking hard. I jump, surprised at this whole scenario. Whoever this is doing it, it’s not Matt. My Matt is clean-shaven, yet I can feel the prickle of a moustache or beard on my tit. I have no way of telling which of the other two it is though, as they both have goatees. The mouth on my tit continues to suck, and I feel a tongue rolling around my nipple, which is now fully erect. Then there’s a hand on my other tit, a thumb slides past my nipple and I shiver.

  Without warning there’s fingers in my cunt. I feel sick. This has to stop. As they slide inside my moist pussy I hate myself for enjoying that sensation. The fingers inside me are skinny and bony. This is Tommy. I hate him. He’s a dick. But fuck, do his fingers feel good. His lanky fingers slide up inside me so easily and he reaches around for my G-spot. Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. He takes his mouth of my tit and whispers in my ear. “I’m gonna make you cum, you little whore.”

  And with that his deft fingers expertly massage my swollen G-spot, pumping it again and again, my legs beginning to shake in anticipation of the impending orgasm. It feels amazing, and as a trickle of my own juices dribbles down my leg I forget where I am for a second, lost in a moment of ecstasy. My entire body begins to shake as I build closer and closer to my orgasm, his bony fingers hammering away at my G-spot, in and out of my pussy, his other hand now down there too, rubbing my clit with some enthusiasm. As my orgasm nears I can s
ense that this is a little different to how I’ve experienced an orgasm before. I can feel a pressure building up inside my pussy and as I hit my climax he pulls his fingers out quickly and I begin to squirt, the first time this has ever happened to me. My juices fire out of me uncontrollably as waves of pleasure race through my body. I’m at the mercy of my orgasm and as it begins to recede I find myself wanting more.

  Chapter Three

  Double Trouble

  My legs still sticky with my own cum and my knees all wobbly from my previously undiscovered pleasure at the hands of my nemesis Tommy, I don’t get even a second to recover, as I feel Matt undoing my restraints. First my ankles and then my wrists, I’m free. I don’t want to be free. I want the rest of my birthday present. The three men, all much stronger than me, throw me onto the huge bed we keep in our sex dungeon. I’m still blindfolded and I find myself kneeling up in the middle of the bed, my wrists being handcuffed to the bedposts.

  Suddenly I feel someone slide between my legs. I’m now straddling someone, and I can feel a rock hard penis poking at my legs, getting closer to my pussy. I’m still dripping with my own cum when before I know it, a cock glides into me, through the handy gap in my crotchless panties. I gasp but decide to go with it. As birthday presents go this is a little unusual but I like a surprise and I like to keep life interesting. I don’t know whose cock is in me, but I don’t have to wonder for too long as I hear Leon’s voice. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for ages. I couldn’t believe it when Matt suggested this!”

  His cock is big, not huge, but definitely enough to satisfy my aching pussy. I realise pretty quickly that what Leon lacks in length, he more than makes up for in girth. His cock stretches my pussy and it feels like I’m going to tear. I’m not one to hold back though, so I began to bounce up and down on this cock, making sure to get as much pleasure out of this as I can. I want to cry out, this feels so good. I feel hands on my tits again, caressing them gently, pinching, pulling and twisting my nipples. I’m still sore from the whipping and slapping but now this feels so good and I realise now what Matt was trying to do.

  Extreme pain followed by extreme pleasure.

  I suck Leon’s cock into me hungrily, my pussy walls beginning to pulsate a little already, hugging his thick cock tighter and tighter with each thrust. I know it won’t be long before I’ll be cumming, my pussy juices inevitably dripping down this extremely fuckable cock.

  I don’t get that far though. There’s hands on my back, on my hips. The hands move up to my shoulders and I find myself being pushed down on top of Leon. Someone pulls my gag off and straight away I take advantage of the situation and kiss Leon firmly, my tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He continues to fuck me, even with my full weight now pressing down on top of him, but whoever was behind me has got their own plans for me now too.

  Someone else is on the bed, and I start to get an idea of what’s about to happen. Those hands appear on my hips again, then one of them lets go and slaps my arse hard. I hear a pair of scissors cut the small amount of material my panties are held together with and suddenly they’ve gone, my asshole now exposed for all the world to see. A finger slides inside me. Then a second finger. I gasp and continue kissing Leon, loving every second of it.

  Then I feel it. The cock. This must be Tommy’s. Matt’s cock is big but this cock is huge. It must be ten inches long, with a good girth too. The head of his cock nestles in my asshole, preparing to enter. I try to prepare myself but I know this feels like a monster of a cock. Seconds later it’s in me. While Leon slides in and out of my pussy gently, pleasurably, this monster cock in my ass is vicious, ferocious. It slams in and out of me and I feel his balls slapping on my ass cheeks. It’s too big, I can’t take it. But I want it so bad. It stretches my ass out, and I feel every last inch of this beast filling me. It hurts but it’s good pain.

  Leon’s cock grinds against my G-spot and clit and I know an orgasm isn’t far off. His cock begins to throb and I know he’ll be exploding inside me any time now. I’m making him cum. I fucking love it when I make a guy cum. I don’t care what situation we’re in right now, I know that no guy who enters my pussy can resist cumming in it. He wants it as much as I do. All my fantasies of having Leon inside me are being realised now, and it feels even better than I imagined. His breathing speeds up as he nears his orgasm, and I feel a pulsing in my pussy walls that tells me I’m not far off cumming either.

  Tommy relentlessly pumps his huge cock in and out of my tiny, tight asshole and I hear his breathing quicken too. I must be so tight for his huge cock, I bet this feels like heaven for him. He grunts and pants like an animal and I know that even though I hate the man, the feeling of his huge veiny dick grinding in and out of my ass feels unbelievable. My ass starts to throb too, and as my pussy and ass contract around both of these cocks, I feel my orgasm begin. It starts in my belly, spreading down to my pussy and ass and I feel something building inside me again.

  Right before I get the chance to explode, Tommy and Leon finish off, both of them gasping as they unload their jizz deep inside me, thoroughly filling both my gaping holes. For a second I hold my breath as I reach my climax and as both cocks pull out of me I start to squirt, much more violently this time, spraying my sweet love juices all over Leon and the bed. I can’t stop. The orgasm pumps through my entire body and I lose control. Everything goes white for a second and as I lay there on the bed I feel Leon get up, leaving me laying there in a pool of my own juices, leaking cum from both my satisfied orifices.

  Chapter Four

  The Final Gift

  There’s a clink as my loving boyfriend undoes the handcuffs but I don’t get up, I stay there on the bed, catching my breath.

  “Fucking hell,” I whisper.

  Matt’s voice is there, right by my ear. “My turn now, birthday girl.”

  Just when I think I can’t take any more I feel Matt climb on top of me and I lean my head forward to kiss him. “Hold me down,” I tell him. “And fuck me hard.”

  He reaches up to my wrists and presses them hard into the bed. I’m going to have bruises tomorrow but I’m also going to have a hell of a memory. The moist walls of my pussy, still quivering from my orgasm, welcome his big dick and he slides neatly inside of me. It’s a perfect fit. Not too big, not too long, not too wide, and definitely not too small. The perfect dick. He knows what to do with it too, and as he starts to build up a rhythm I feel him bite down on my tit, gently teasing my nipple with his teeth. He speeds up, pumping me again and again, until I feel him ready to explode, his cock massive and slick inside me. The bottom of his cock drags against my front wall slamming through the mottled wall of my G-spot and as I arch my back for my third massive orgasm of the night, I feel my boyfriend’s tool become even harder for a second, before his balls are emptied into me.

  I cum too and as he releases my wrists in the throes of his own climax, I reach up and pull his head down towards me, kissing him passionately as I grind my hips further down onto his cock. We both stop breathing for a good five seconds or more as we cum simultaneously, and then it’s over. We lay there panting for a minute or more, just holding each other and kissing, before I remember that his two friends are still there watching us.

  I sit up on the bed and look around at the three satisfied faces of the men who were lucky enough to fuck my pussy tonight. Leon and Tommy are already pulling on their trousers, ready to leave, and Matt stands and dresses too, to bid them farewell.

  “Fuck, Marie. I thought you’d be good but I never expected you’d be that good,” Tommy exclaims, and Leon just nods in agreement. Ushered up the stairs by Matt, the men leave and I walk over to the shower in the downstairs en-suite bathroom. I look in the mirror. I’m bruised with red welts all over me from the whipping and beating Matt had given me, and my body aches from all the cocks I’ve had inside me tonight. As I turn on the water, scalding hot, and Matt joins me in the shower I turn to face him. He leans in to kiss me, only this time it’s softer, more loving.<
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  “Happy birthday princess,” he smiles. “I hope you liked your birthday present.”

  And I did. I really did. I’d been a bit unsure at first, and it’s lucky I don’t have to go anywhere for a few days with these bruises, but fucking hell, it was certainly a birthday present I’ll never forget.

  “The thing is though,” I whisper in Matt’s ear, “You’ve got to find a way to top this next year.”

  Matt smiles sweetly at me. “Don’t worry,” he reassures me. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

  The End

  About The Author

  Suzanne Jones is relatively new to writing erotic literature. She finds writing liberating as it provides an outlet for her deviant mind, and she likes nothing more than sitting down at the computer trying to think up new scenarios to place her plucky female characters into. In her spare time she likes to visit sex shops (purely for research, obviously), and go out for long walks to clear the cobwebs from between her ears.

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  Copyright © 2012 by Suzanne Jones.

  Copyright © 2012 by Suzanne Jones.