by Jamie Knight
Sucking one of my nipples, he played with the other using his fingers until both were erect. Then he switched nipples, all the while the vibrator was going. Suddenly, surprisingly, I came.
When I said I came, I mean, I came in a torrent. I just felt my entire body start to vibrate and quake and then—boom!
“Ooooh! Oh, God!” I squealed. “What are you…what are you doing to me? Oh, God!”
Jack suddenly stopped. My whole body was trembling. I must’ve shaken for a good solid two minutes. Then, just as my breathing started to slow, he started up again. He was incredibly patient, using the vibrator to get me off, letting my entire orgasm happen and finish and then onto the next one.
“Do you like it?” he whispered. “Do you like your reward?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I love it.”
I felt his fingers touch my lower lips and then stimulate my clit. I squealed and let out another, earth-shaking orgasm. My juices streamed from between my legs and ran off the ledge of the table. I could feel it underneath my ass as well. Shuddering for the next several minutes, I felt like I was processing the feelings of every cell in my body.
Then, just as it was over, Jack’s pinky penetrated my ass. It was a new sensation for me. Even when masturbating, I had never done anything like that. Then the vibrator must’ve been turned up to max because I felt another orgasm build.
“Jack, what are you doing?” I gasped. “Oh, God! Again! Yes!”
I felt his finger go in and out of my asshole while the vibrator shook uncontrollably in my pussy. It felt so good, but that was nothing. Suddenly, his lips were on my clit, and I saw stars.
“Huh!” I gasped. “Oh, God!”
Straining against the ropes, I could not sit up on the table as much as I pulled. I was spasming trapped, and the lines held me fast. Something about being that vulnerable and unable to move made the entire session even more erotic. As much as I wanted to lift my head and see Jack’s face between my legs, I couldn’t. And as much as I wanted to hold the back of his head with both of my hands, it wasn’t an option while I was tied up. I exploded again, probably all over his face, and was left shuddering on the table.
Then more kisses, more vibrator, more orgasms. I lost track of time. My limbs were useless. I couldn’t move; only experience the sensations over and over again. I might’ve been strapped to that table ten hours — a day — I couldn’t tell. Just when I thought it was over, he’d bring me to the brink again.
It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced up to that point. Then, suddenly, the music started to fade. The vibrator seemed to lose its charge and fell out of me. Jack leaned over and looked me in the eye. He was holding the end of the rope. With a quick tug, I felt the slack suddenly in all my bindings. I could move my arms and legs again as the rope just fell away.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
Jack turned and walked out of the room, leaving me processing what had just happened. I realized that he had taken my panties and left me the vibrator and the watch.
Sounds a little high school, but my first thought was to call Bella. But then again, how would I explain what had just happened. I didn’t have words for it yet. Japanese rope play sounded cool, but it was also exotic and strange. I don’t think she’d understand. I certainly didn’t understand it all.
Carefully standing up from the table, I realized that I was a little shaky. I steadied myself on a chair until all the feeling had returned to my legs.
Getting dressed, I noticed I had knocked over a glass of wine at some point in my fervor. It was everywhere. Thankfully, we were in the dining room! I felt obligated to clean up. No, that’s not true. I wanted to clean it up for him. Pleasing Jack was something I aspired to. Would he be happy that I did it? Would he compliment me or reward me again? Cleaning up seemed like a small price to pay for the orgasms, the watch notwithstanding.
It took several towels and some spray cleaner, but I returned the table to its pristine condition. Then I put all the towels in the washing machine and washed them. I found myself staring as the machine spun the towels, thinking about what Jack had done. Was there more to the rope play? How far did this go? Was this something he’d want me to do to him? Would he ever take my virginity?
That thought really intrigued me. Could I do it? Jack seemed so expert at it. How many years did one have to study to even get that good? I got out my phone and looked at some of the websites. There were so many terms, techniques, and patterns to the knots. This wasn’t something you pick up on one date. This was something you needed to study.
That was okay. I was anxious to be Jack’s student. I would be his pupil, and he would be my teacher.
Chapter Eight - Jack
That night, I went to my bedroom thinking about Sandra. It was tough not to after what I had done. The vision of her naked body before me was etched into my brain. God, I wanted her so bad!
But this was a loophole. I could honestly say to the Brothers that I never had sex with their cousin. I mean, yeah, it was stretching it, but that’s what we lawyers do with words, right?
Then again, could I trust Sandra? I had given her orgasm after orgasm. The chemistry of the brain made it clear, with men and women, you got a shot of oxytocin, the hormone that made you fall in love. For men, it was small, but for women, it was much more substantial. This is what caused some women to become almost “addicted” to the men they were having sex with. It could last for two years or more.
Would Sandra now follow me around like a lost puppy, unable to control herself? Would she throw caution into the wind and announce her love for me in front of her cousins? It was a distinct possibility. Maybe my technicalities weren’t all that useful. I could be torturing myself all for nothing.
Then again, Sandra was smart. She had to have some manner of self-control, right? She wouldn’t have made it this far as a lawyer if she wasn’t able to position herself a bit. Maybe we’d have one of those torrid love affairs where we would flaunt it right under the noses of her cousins without them even knowing it. It would be intense, short, and epic. Then, many years later, she’d reveal to them the secret during a family event when it wouldn’t matter, and we were no longer together.
Could it be that Sandra and I would stay together? In another daydream, I saw us like Kelton and his wife. We had three kids, and there was always chaos and noise at the house. The Brothers have to accept me because we’re married and family. Their objections would be moot at that point, even though they might be mad for a brief time.
So many possibilities.
I went to sleep thinking about them all. It was a fitful and not very restful sleep. I woke up partially aroused and frustrated, thinking about Sandra. Then I rolled back over and fell asleep. This time, I found myself falling headlong into an erotic dream about her.
We were at the beach at some exclusive resort. There was white sand and clear blue ocean. Looking to the left and then to the right, I could see the beach was deserted, but when I looked forward, I saw Sandra risking out of the surf like a Venus.
She strode towards me in a string bikini, which she started to untie. First, the top fell off into the sand and then the bottom. I was lying on a lounge chair with a drink in a cut-out pineapple in my hand. Smiling, she grabbed the edges of my shorts and pulled them down. She tossed them aside, playfully.
“Bye, shorts!” she laughed.
Leaning forward, Sandra kissed me deeply. Then she started to kiss down the length of my chest and my body. Finally, she brought her lips to my engorged cock. It was tan from the sun and a bit dry. Her mouth made the tip moist with flicks of her tongue.
“I want you inside me, Jack,” she said.
Her voice was weird. It sounded like it was ringing inside my head and had been processed by some kind of synthesizer. Her words had a lyrical and musical quality to them now. Still, there was no discernible way on the beach that this could be happening.
“I can’t,” I t
old her. “It’s forbidden.”
“Forbidden fruit tastes the best,” she tempted, deep throating my shaft. “Mmmm.”
She then proceeded to give me the most exquisite blowjob I’ve ever experienced. It was in a dream, of course, so that may have merely been my perception. She licked up and down my shaft and then placed each one of my balls in her mouth for a good soaking. Vigorously, she’s sucked my cock, and the sensation nearly set me off.
This was the ultimate vacation. We were on a deserted beach, and a beautiful woman was blowing me in the sun. What more could a man ask for? I leaned my head back and relaxed, taking a sip from the pineapple after nearly dropping it.
But when I looked up, I was staring at the ceiling of a hotel room. We were in an elegant room, probably at the Waldorf Astoria. I was dressed in silk pajamas, and Sandra came in from the balcony wearing a lace and silk outfit. I could see her nipples and the outline of her folds. She slowly undressed in front of me, and I became aroused again.
Pulling me out of my pajamas, she then started rubbing both sides of my cock with her tits. She spit on my dick to give it some natural lube, and she again started stimulating me toward completion. I looked to the side, and my pineapple cup had become a tumbler full of whiskey. But when I reached for it and pulled it forward, it was a bottle of beer.
When I turned toward Sandra, we were in a loft in a barn. I was on my back in the hay, and Sandra was climbing up to be with me. I was beginning to see a pattern in this dream.
Dressed in Daisy Dukes and a shirt that was tied in the middle, Sandra took it all off. Her hair was in pigtails, and she crawled on her hands and knees toward me. She started touching my crotch and unbuckling my jeans to free my growing cock from its confines.
“You like to be teased,” she said knowingly in the strange, process musical voice. “You like to tease and be teased, don’t you, Jack?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Why do you do this?”
She pulled out my cock and began to suck. I was trying to think of an answer to her question, but the sensation was so distracting.
“I-I-I don’t know,” I confessed. “Things have gotten…they just had gotten so boring before. I needed something new. A new stimulation.”
Straddling me, Sandra prepared to lower herself down on me. She did so very slowly and finally came all the way down. I was almost on the verge of coming, but the scene changed again.
I found myself floating in a space station with Sandra. We had been in spacesuits, but the pieces were now floating all around us. Sandra was in NASA approved underwear, as was I. She pulled off her t-shirt and panties, setting them loose to float around the capsule.
“I want to tease you endlessly, Jack,” her strange voice said.
Suddenly, everything was black and white. Sandra had her hair in a forties bob. We were in an old-style office, dressed in period clothes. She started to take off her dress, which was the only color in the room because it was bright red.
“Let me tease you,” she requested.
Another change. This time, we were in some lavish bedroom of a 16th-century monarch. On a four-poster bed, I already had my pantaloons down around my ankles as she tossed aside her powdered wig. Sandra slipped off her dress and undergarments.
“Let me please you,” she requested.
And now, all the images were merging together. Rapidly, they were going back and forth from all the scenes. In them all, Sandra was teasing and having sex with me in multiple ways. I awoke in a cold sweat, thoroughly aroused with my dick hard as a rock.
Reaching for the nightstand, I took her panties and stroked my aching shaft with the thin piece of lace. It was slightly cool against my hot skin, but that wasn’t the pleasure I wanted. I knew that Sandra’s pussy was hot. That was what I wanted. Straining, desiring, all I wanted was to push into her folds and feel her velvety walls fit me like a glove.
Gripping the satin around my shaft harder, almost to the point of hurting myself, I pumped my cock over and over. Imagining that I was taking Sandra hard, I would slam into her over and over. At the same time, I’d watch those huge breasts sway with our movement. She would cry and moan as I ripped my dick in and out of her, feeling her wetness all over my skin. Making her cum hard, her pussy would tighten around me, milking my cock for my seed. I’d fill that little pussy up, rubbing my cum into her over repeatedly till I was spent, and my head stopped spinning.
I came all over her panties. The tension was gone, and I would soon be asleep.
Unfortunately, I also knew this was a temporary solution. A few nights of dreams like this, and I’d hardly be able to control myself. It was taking every ounce of restraint I had not to go into Sandra’s room right now and ravage her. I think she would invite the experience and enjoy it.
When I woke up the next morning, I started to put my fears aside. Perhaps I was making too big of a deal about how the Davies brothers might react to Sandra and me. We were all friends. Why wouldn’t they welcome someone like me having a relationship with their cousin?
Then I got the call.
“Hey, William,” I greeted. “What’s the latest?”
“Just wanted to touch base,” he said warily. “You and Sandra are doing some good work up there. Keep up that good work.”
“Thanks.”
“We were especially pleased that Shore Communications is going to sign with us.”
“That was a team effort,” I informed him. “Your cousin’s very sharp.”
“Yeah, she’s also very young and naïve, Jack,” William added. “Look, I get it. She’s attractive, but you have to understand how this would look at the firm, Jack. Not to mention, well, my brothers and I have family, and they would certainly have questions. I need you to be on your best behavior, okay?”
“Have I given you any reason to think otherwise?”
“Yes. You arranged this entire thing, so she’d be alone with you in the Hamptons. I seriously doubt you would’ve done that for a male associate,” William concluded.
“Oh, pish-posh, William,” I dismissed. “Of course, I would have. If the person was single and had no kids.”
“Is Sandra the only one of your team that —”
“I’m not sure, but I knew her better and knew she had no kids to go home to,” I continued, not giving William a chance to think. “I picked your cousin because out of the three associates I was working with, she was the best. She’s the sharpest tack in the drawer.”
“She is brilliant, but —”
“But nothing, I won’t hear of it. Sandra’s a creative genius when you get right down to it,” I gushed. “Really thinks outside the box.”
William started to stammer. I had put him on the defensive using a technique I had developed in the courtroom to lead witnesses. Find something you know they agree with and then pushing them forward with a concept you need to sell to them.
“Surely, I mean, my brothers and I, we don’t disagree…”
“I don’t know. She’s been invaluable. If I were you three, I’d start working on a plan to keep her in the family business. You don’t want a situation where she’s out-competing with you someday. She is younger, keep in mind.”
“Competing? Well, Sandra wouldn’t do that,” William laughed nervously.
“Of course, she would! She would have to do it so not as to collude with you guys,” Jack informed him. “She can’t collude with another firm. You can’t disagree with that!”
“Maybe I should talk to my brothers…”
“You haven’t? All this time? Wow. Just wow, William,” I said, planting the seed.
William made a hasty retreat off the phone. I hated to verbally steamroll him like that, but I didn’t want him pressing me on Sandra. The less I had to directly lie to the bosses, the better, even if I did have plausible deniability.
Unfortunately, the phone call put things in a new light. The Brothers weren’t stupid. Eventually, they’d redoubl
e their efforts in making sure I didn’t end up hooking up with their cousin. Perhaps this entire incident had been a mistake.
For now, I would stay clear of Sandra. She would just have to understand that our situation needed to remain professional. Unfortunately, I was worried that I had already taken it too far.
Chapter Nine - Sandra
The next morning, I was anxious to get taught some more knots from Jack, but he was very standoffish. At first, I figured it was just the mountain of work we had ahead of us. He was very professional, as was I, but I kept waiting for a moment that we could have a break together. It never happened.
When I went into the kitchen to eat lunch with him, Jack had already made his plate and was headed back to his desk in the home office. Maybe this was part of the buildup. He wanted me to anticipate and wouldn’t know when it was coming.
At dinner, by the time I got into the dining room, he had already eaten and left a plate of food for me. We were in the same house and he actually started emailing and texting. What the hell was going on here? Was this some kind of game?
For two days, I played along, expecting Jack to break at some point. I kept convincing myself it was all an act and that his attitude was part of the “long con” in his fetish. He had to torture me at a distance, pretending to be uninterested and then — bam! Sex.
But the sex and the knots never came, and neither did I. In frustration, I called up Isabella to get a read on things. Isabella was good at spotting weirdos and lunatics. Plus, I figured if Jack was already cheating on me, she might stumble into his side piece.
“This is all part of his seduction, maybe,” suggested Bella. “I mean, if a guy ties you up, he might leave you there for a while, ya know? Then, just when you can’t stand it, he walks into the room and bam!”
