Bound

Title: Bound
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: AU. Sequel to Going Down, Call of Nature and Board Meeting. Two office workers get naughty in a bedroom. Lights, camera, bondage.
Feedback: Go for it.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never have, never will, this isn't real.


Tom looks around the coffee shop. "Why is is so dark in here?"

"You're still wearing your sunglasses."

"Ah." He takes them off. "That would explain it."

"Why were you even wearing them? It's raining."

"I just got them and I wanted to try them out. What do you think?"

"They make you look like you're from LA."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't a compliment."

"Smartarse. Oh, before I forget, Christine is having a party tomorrow night. Are you coming?"

"No. I'm never going to a party with you again. Not after the last time."

"What? It was fantastic. I had a great time."

"You made a complete tit of yourself."

"Did I?" He frowns. "Actually, now that you mention it, things did get a bit blurry towards the end. How did I finish the night?"

"Completely arseholed and tied to the roofrack of a Range Rover."

"Again? Will you change your mind if I promise to behave this time?"

"No, because we both know you won't. Anyway, I have plans for the weekend." Filthy plans. Naked plans.

It's really happening, it wasn't just some dirty talk to pass the time as we played with each other's cocks. Dom - it feels strange to be calling him that after so many months of thinking of him just as, well, him - proved that yesterday, in the lift, appropriately enough. The second the doors closed he was pressing up against me, whispering obscene promises in my ear. It's a miracle I made it out of the lift, let alone the building.

Tom is staring at me, waiting for all the filthy details, but I'm saying nothing. This is something I want to keep, not for sharing. He pouts.

"You're no fun anymore."

"I'm sorry. Would it help if I did a striptease in the middle of a supermarket?"

"That was a misunderstanding. And they dropped the charges."

"How does that old lady feel about that?"

"Can we change the subject now?"

I finish my coffee. "I have to go back to work."

Tonight's the night. This is the thought that's been playing in my head since I woke up. I try to push it to the back of my mind and concentrate on my work, but it's impossible. It keeps creeping back. I'm in the break room, pushing buttons and waiting for my coffee cup to fill when Dom walks in. He only looks at me for a second as he sorts through his change and pushes coins into the drinks machine but it's enough. I look away quickly, not wanting anyone to see how being in the same room as him for less than a minute affects me. He takes his bottle of water and leaves, smiling at the three women by the door. The second he leaves they start buzzing like bees. I'm obviously not the only one affected by him. One of them actually starts going on about all the things she'd like him to do to her - on a desk.

Sorry ladies, I got there first. I'm going home with him tonight and we're going to - no, no, bad thoughts, need to keep the bad thoughts away. I finish my coffee, go back to my desk and force myself to work. I eat a big lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon watching the clock, literally. I really hate the little date/time display in the corner of my monitor and the way it makes the day crawl, minute by painful minute.

Five o' clock finally rolls around and Dom and I arrive at the lift at the same time. No flirting or fooling around today. He just stares at me and when we reach the ground floor he steps out and crooks a finger at me. I follow him to the parking garage across the road. We get into his car and, as I'm reaching for my seatbelt, he puts his hand on my arm.

"Do you want to get something to eat?"

"What?"

"Food, Matt. Are you hungry? We could stop somewhere on the way to my place."

"No, I had a really big lunch."

"Okay, maybe we'll have something later, get a pizza or something."

He puts on his own seatbelt and starts the car. I would love to put my hand on his leg but I don't want to distract him when he's driving. I stare out the window instead and curse every red light that slows us down. We manage to keep our hands off each other until we're in his lift. Then we're all over each other like a rash, mouths fused together, hands rubbing and squeezing whatever they can grab hold of.

The sound of the lift doors and a disapproving grunt snaps us out of it. A middle-aged couple, all dressed up and ready for a night out, are staring at us. We pull ourselves together and get out. They step in, still staring at us, and I can't stop myself.

"Sir, you do know I charge extra for kissing on the mouth, don't you?" The doors shut, cutting off their shocked exclamations.

Dom tuts and grabs my tie, pulling me down the hall.

"Naughty boy, embarrasing me in front of my neighbours. I think you need to be punished."

My cock twitches at the thought as he unlocks his door. Dom doesn't waste any time, bringing me right to the bedroom. He pulls the curtains, turns on the light and I see a camera, already mounted on a tripod, and a television at the foot of the bed. The sight brings me back to reality. What am I doing here? I'm in a strange place, about to let a man I know nothing about tie me up and do whatever he wants to me. He could be a serial killer for all I know. I might leave this room in a bin bag.

Dom comes over to me and I can't help myself, I start backing up.

"Something wrong?"

I don't know what to say, how to put my fear into words without offending him, but he gets it anyway. He reaches out and strokes my cheek, trying to reassure me.

"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not into pain, mine or anyone else's. If I do anything you don't like, just tell me and I'll stop. Trust me, Matt, I can make you feel so good if you'll let me. Do you trust me?"

His words calm me. I take his hand and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, feeling his pulse beneath my lips.

"I trust you."

"Good." He kisses me softly. "Then we can begin."

Dom goes to the bedside table and opens a drawer, searching for something. He comes back with a couple of silk scarves. He winds one around my head a couple of times and knots it, cutting off my sight. With one hand on my shoulder and the other at my waist, he guides me further into the room. He lets me go and I stand, helpless, waiting for his next move.

I hear him moving around, then his footsteps as he returns. He licks my earlobe as he pushes the jacket off my shoulders.

"Smile for the camera."

A shiver runs through me as he strips me. My tie is next, then my shirt. My shoes and socks are pulled off and my trousers and boxers soon follow. I'm completely exposed but he's not finished yet.

"Hands behind your back."

I do as I'm told and he wraps the other scarf around my wrists, binding them together.

"Look at you, standing there, naked and helpless and already hard for me. Perfect."

His hand glides over my cock. I moan and thrust forward, seeking more contact, but his hand is suddenly gone.

"So eager. Would you like me to touch you? Would you like to come in my hand, like you did in my office?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" An edge to his voice now.

"Yes ... sir?"

"That's better. I could touch you now, but I'm not going to. You misbehaved in the hall and I told you I'd punish you for it, so you'll have to wait. Because when you're here, with me, like this, you're mine. Mine. I control your pleasure, I decide when you come and when you don't."

I whimper. Now I know why he gets to be the one in control:  he is so fucking good at it.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"You. I belong to you, sir."

"Yes you do. That means I can do whatever I want with you, doesn't it?"

"Yes sir."

"If I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you all night long I can, can't I?"

"Yes sir. Please sir, please fuck me."

"Soon. But first things first. You owe me a proper blowjob. On your knees."

I drop, grunting softly as my knees collide with the floor. I hear the sound of his zip, my head is pulled forward and I feel his erection, brushing against my cheek. I turn my head and flick my tongue over it, feeling it twitch as he moans. I don't waste time teasing him, I just take him in my mouth and begin to suck, loving the sounds he makes as I pleasure him. Doing this to him drives me crazy with want and I pull at my restraints, desperate to touch myself. But the knots are too tight so I give up and focus all my attention on Dom. His moans increase in pitch; it won't be long now. He screams as he comes and the taste of him, rich and salty, fills my mouth.

I let him go and he pants above me, coming down from his high. He finally takes pity on my aching knees and pulls me to my feet. My hands are freed and he spends the next few minutes rubbing the feeling back into my wrists and sholuders. Then he walks me over to the bed. I crawl into the middle, feeling my way around, and lie on my back.

"Hands above your head."

I do as I'm told and feel the scarf around my wrists again, binding me to the headboard this time. I hear something thumping along the floor, probably the camera, and then I hear the whisper of cloth as he undresses. I curse the blindold for the first time. I want to see Dom naked and, more than that, I want to watch him take his clothes off.

The bed dips as he climbs on and lowers himself onto me. I can't believe it's actually happening. I've wanted this for so long: the two of us, together, no interruptions, no danger and nothing between us but the sweat on our bodies. He kisses me, long, slow kisses that tell me we have all the time in the world and his hand traces lazy circles on my stomach. He kisses his way down my throat and chest until he reaches my nipples. His tongue flicks over the left one and his fingers rub and pinch the right one, over and over again. When he's had enough of that he moves down my body, licking and nipping at my skin as he goes, until he reaches my groin. I can feel his hot breath on my cock and thrust up mindlessly, seeking contact. He chuckles.

"Getting anxious, are we? What should I do to you, Matt? Should I suck you, or should I skip the foreplay and just bury my cock in your tight little hole? Come on, don't be shy. What would you like me to do to you?"

"Anything. Everything. Whatever you want."

"Good answer."

He climbs off me and I hear the click of a cap and gasp as a slick finger slips into my core and begins to stretch me, preparing me for him. I'm suddenly aware of the sounds I'm making as he adds a second finger. I probably sound like a whore, moaning and whining like this. But that's fine, that's perfectly okay because I am a whore, a whore for him.

"I think you're ready for me now."

The fingers are removed and it's not long before something bigger is nudging at my entrance. I feel every inch of his cock, hot and satiny, as he thrusts into me. He slides all the way in on the first thrust and stops for a minute, letting me adjust to the feel of him. Then he begins to move, setting a slow and steady pace, much to my frustration.

"Harder, fuck me harder!"

"I will. When I'm ready."

"Please!"

"Oh, I like that. I like hearing you desperate, hearing you beg."

My pleas and whimpers have no effect on him as he slides slowly in and out of me, his cock just barely nudging my prostate on every other thrust. Oh God, he's killing me. I've lost all sense of time and space and my sounds have degenerated into a high, keening noise when he stops completely. I wail.

"What are you doing? Don't stop, please don't stop!"

"Not stopping." He's breathing hard now. "Just picking up the pace."

Dom snaps his hips forward and I scream as he hits my prostate. He's fucking me hard now, fucking me hard and fast, hitting my prostate with every thrust, finally giving me what I need. Almost there, almost. He grabs my cock and strokes me once, twice and that's all it takes to send me over the edge. I feel him shudder as he surges forward one last time and comes into me.

He collapses against me in a sweaty heap. He rubs his nose against mine, then kisses me.

"I wish I could stay inside you all night." So do I. "But I've got other plans for us."

He pulls out of me, pulls my blindfold off and I finally see him in all his glory. Every bit as gorgeous as I thought he'd be. He unties me but I don't move my arms. I've lost the ability to move. Dom does it for me, rubbing the marks left by the scarf. I want to stay awake, I really do, but I can't help myself. I doze off as he cleans me up.

A hand stroking my back wakes me. Dom is sitting beside me, a remote control in his other hand. He gives me a wicked smile.

"Welcome back."

"You're still awake? After all that? Are you on steroids?"

"If I was we'd still be at it."

"Was I asleep for a long time?"

"No, you were out for an hour, maybe an hour and a half."

I sit up, he reaches over to the bedside table and passes me a bottle of water. I take it and drink about half of it.

"Want something to eat?"

I set the bottle on the floor. "No, I'm not hungry yet."

He opens his arms and I crawl into them and he turns me so that we're lying with my back against his chest.

"Well then, since you're all rested up and ready to go, we may as well get started."

He picks up the remote, presses a button and the television comes to life, our most recent adventure playing out on the screen. Dom's fingers run up and down my throat and we exchange the occasional kiss as we watch ourselves. I watch Dom stripping me and bending me to his will. He's not playing to the camera, that's what gets me. I've been filmed before, talked into it by an ex-boyfriend. He spent the whole thing posing and showing off and I soon realised I was just as much of a tool as the camera, another prop in his ongoing love affair with himself. We broke up soon after.

But Dom's attention was on me, only on me and I feel my arousal grow. It's affecting him too; his kisses become more urgent and I feel his cock hardening. Dom watches himself enter me and this is the tipping point for him. His hand fists in my hair and his mouth claims mine in a kiss so fierce it leaves me breathless. He slides out from under me, grabs the lube from the table and presses it into my hand. Then he crawls into the middle of the bed and rises up on his hands and knees.

"Come on." His voice is tight with need. "Fuck me. Fuck me while we watch ourselves."

I don't waste time teasing him, I'm just as desperate as he is. I quickly prepare him, slick up my own cock and we both moan as I push into him. I keep my eyes on the screen as I thrust into Dom, fucking him while I watch him fuck me. Almost without thinking about it, I begin to match his rhythm, only speeding up my thrusts when the Dom on the screen does. Me fucking him, him fucking me - I can feel my orgasm building, the sounds coming from the man beneath me tell me he's close too. We come almost simultaneously, just before the couple on the screen. Dom falls forward, bringing me with him. We lie here, both struggling to recover.

"Matt? Did you fall asleep back there?"

I lift my head. "Hmm?"

"I want to get up. You need to get off me."

"Oh, right."

I pull out and he gets off the bed. He grabs my hand, dragging me up with him. I try to resist but he's not having any of it.

"Come on. Trust me, you'll thank me for this in the morning."

He brings me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. We stand under the spray in a motionless embrace, letting the hot water soothe our tired muscles. We dry ourselves off and go back to bed. I feel sleep approaching again and I welcome it. If tonight was any indication, I'm going to need all the rest I can get if I want to keep up with Dom.