A Reluctant Witch in The Land of BDSM:
Boxed and Bound in Paris
By Aimélie Aames
Copyright 2012 Aimélie Aames
Cover Artwork Copyright 2012 Aimélie Aames
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Anna Ixstassou: Boxed and Bound in Paris
The window was steamed up and the darkness beyond revealed nothing to me. I had leaned my forehead against it, peering outside, hoping to see the clouds passing around or beneath us.
But there was nothing but the shroud of night and my breath fogging the view.
I moved back and settled myself in the plush seat. I had never had the occasion to be seated in first class, let alone fly in a private jet. But, I could not say that anymore and the deep cushions that surrounded me were wonderfully soft and large.
I was not tired, but had already been informed by one of the flight attendants that I could recline to a full one hundred eighty degrees, if I wanted.
What luxury...but, as usual, when Ewan Crest does anything, he does it well and to the fullest.
Like me, for example. He has done me over and over again, fully sounding the depths of my submission, but he hasn't done with me yet.
I had been on my way home from his office, a place that had become both heaven and hell, where carnal pleasures mingled with discipline and rigid desire. My brownstone building was just coming into view as I walked meekly along when I heard the soft purring of heavy steel and shining chrome pulling up beside me.
It was a stretch limousine and the passenger door opened to reveal Ewan Crest, my employer, my master, grinning his most lovely smile from within its confines.
"Anna, my dear, an unforeseen opportunity has presented itself. I require your company."
The unblemished lines of his face implored me...how could I refuse him, this magnificent example of all that men aspire to be. Unclothed, his muscles move smoothly beneath gleaming bronze skin. He is perfection, the apotheosis of the male form in all his rippling glory.
He is also a natural Talent, as my mother has told me, wielding magic unknowingly and ensnaring me with his smallest gesture, holding me still with but a smile.
I would have liked to resist him. To find some means of refusing him. I am the daughter of a witch and even if I have never desired to follow in my mother's footsteps, I should not have been so defenseless.
Instead, I smiled back at him and turned lightly away from my apartment where I had hoped to receive this evening an answer to my entrapment. My mother's familiar was even now winging his way back to me with some spell or charm meant to release me from Ewan Crest's domination.
My solution to this, my deliverance and salvation would arrive in the black paws of the little fiend. Only he is bound to make his way here, to my apartment, and not to the destination written in Ewan Crest's eyes.
I climb into the passenger seat just beside him, turning my back on the life that had been mine. Ewan had me in his grasp and as we sped down the gleaming streets of the city at night, he explained that in a few minutes a private jet would take us on a journey across the ocean.
I was the object of Ewan's desire and he commanded that I be with him for this voyage. But, with the feeling of sinking ever deeper, the sentiment of desperation growing more pronounced, I now flew far above the cold waters of the sea, desperately sure that I was about to drown.
A warm hand touched me on the cheek and I opened my eyes, groggy and unsure of where I was.
"Little Basque, I think we should take a moment and see to it that you are properly inducted into the mile high club."
Ewan was looking into my eyes, his deep green gaze transfixing me.
I reached for his hand and he enfolded mine within his own as I stood up, my thighs parting in anticipation of what was about to happen.
The ever present low roar of the jet's engines vibrated through me as we walked down the aisle to a curtained barrier. Ewan pushed it aside to reveal a full sized bed in the relatively cramped sleeping quarters.
"Nice, right?" he said, then continued, "The shower and toilet are over there."
He indicated a small door along the back wall, one that I had taken for a closet.
I moved forward onto the bed, on my hands and knees, knowing full well that my ass was swinging in Ewan's direction. When I turned my head to look over my shoulder, he winked at me and began to unbutton his shirt.
"That's it, little slave," he said, "Make me want you even more."
I reached back and slipped my skirt higher on my thighs, not so far as to entirely uncover my ass, but certainly enough that he could see the peach of my pussy warming up within its white, silk panty.
If I could have purred like a kitten, I would have. I might have, anyway, as his eyes crawled up the interior of my thighs. The small muscles there twitched in answer to his gaze and when I next chanced to look back at him, his grin was wide and his body naked.
His perfect form, cast in bronze perfection, was before me in all its glory. But, best of all, was his magnificent prick up and at the ready, making an elegant curve that spelled pleasure with a capital P.
I turned fully around and undid the buttons of my blouse as Ewan moved onto the bed with me. He laid his corded hands on my thigh and slid them along, pushing up and under my skirt. I could feel the pressure of his fingers as they traced along my skin, the flesh there electric with sensitivity.
I realized that I had frozen in mid button, my breath held, waiting for his hand to go further. He did and found that I was dripping wet through my little girl panties. They were white, pristine, almost virginal but that did not stop me from sighing as he touched my lips through them. I widened my legs willingly and arched my back, the remaining buttons of my shirt forgotten.
He moved forward and his hand pressed upon my mound, higher up than where I would have liked. He pushed down and my pelvis pushed back at him of its own accord. My clit, already stiff with excitement, slipped forward in its little sheath under his pressure. I rocked against his hand, wishing only that he would stroked down with his hand against the silk and damp.
Instead, he pulled his hand back out from under my skirt and reached up past my head, his body nearly covering my own as he moved higher on the mattress. He reached behind me, his hands under the pillows, before coming back out with velvet wrapped ropes and a black satin handkerchief...what could only be a blindfold.
"It's time for another lesson, Anna," he said, then taking first one hand and then the other, he bound my arms spread wide to the headboard of the bed. I didn't resist. My breath came quicker and quicker as he cinched the soft ropes firmly in place.
He didn't ask, but wound the handkerchief around my head, eclipsing my view of the small bedroom.
His hands moved down my body and I could feel them expertly unfastening the buttons of my blouse before descending to unsnap my skirt at the waist. I lifted up at the hips and Ewan slipped it gracefully down and off my legs in a single, fluid motion.
His scent was in the air and my nipples crinkled in anticipation.