I have no idea if he's come or not, and in the moment I don't really care. I'm more concerned with getting my limbs working again. My legs are locked around him and I don't have the strength to lift them away. He grins down at me and forces my legs down and pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed beside me, panting.
I guess he did come at some point.
I'd feel bad for missing it, but with the afterglow of the most amazing orgasm of my life still rippling through me, all I can think is...AGAIN.
Ever since my night with Scott, one orgasm isn't enough. I'm insatiable and greedy. Only getting one orgasm is for the old me. I thrust away the pang at the thought of Scott. He has no room here, tonight, with this bourbon stranger. We'll get past this fight and things will go back to normal.
The stranger turns over on his side, running his fingers down the valley between my breasts. My nipples perk up immediately in response. He hums approval before sliding his hands down to my legs, massaging the stiffness from them. I groan as feeling returns to my muscles.
He flips me over on my belly, my arms and chains twisting with the movement, but he ignores it. He rubs the back of my calves with strong fingers, digging deep into the flesh. I can't see him with my face buried in the pillows, but I can feel him kneeling between my legs. He continues kneading his way up my legs, paying close attention to the crevice between my thigh and the bottom of my ass. His fingers brush against my pussy and I shudder, opening my thighs, hoping he takes the hint.
He doesn't.
He moves to my ass, clenching my globes in his hands. He slides a finger through the crack, teasing my back hole. I lift my hips and he plunges a finger inside, crooking his finger. I suck in a sharp breath. He uses one of his hands to spread my cheeks while he uses the other to finger-fuck my ass. Every time someone does this, I fall in love with it even more. I can't wait to take it further.
But I'm not sure I can take it tonight. And I'm not sure I want my first time to be a literal stranger.
Either way, I'm pretty sure I won't get to dither about it. Not during a night exploring my submission. It's been surprisingly nice giving up control even while it's been a bit frustrating. I don't love orgasm denial, but maybe I should keep a more open mind based on the strength of the climaxes I've had tonight. But my pleasure and his has been his responsibility. All I've had to do is remain tied up and take it. Enjoy it. Revel in it. Obey. And with the safe-word ever hovering in my mind, it's really me who has all the control.
And that makes me feel powerful.
He removes his fingers and resumes massaging my ass, digging his fingers into my skin until I ease back into the mattress. His touch is magic, turning me pliant and boneless under his ministrations.
He brushes against my cunt again and I tense back up. He keeps sliding his fingers through my slit, using more pressure with each stroke, I force myself to remain still, worried he'll stop if I move.
"Good girl. You're learning."
I smile into the pillow. He dips shallowly into my core, swirling his finger around the rim. It gets harder to stay still and pressed into the bed. He slips easily around me, my pussy soaked with wanting.
He seems determined to make me even wetter.
Moving his hands to my waist, he jerks me up onto my knees. My face presses further into the pillows making it difficult to breathe. I hear him rustling in his nightstand and the crackle of foil.
His hand returns to me and slides through my wet pussy until he reaches my clit. He flicks the nub with his thumb and then pinches it, sending zings of heat shooting through me. I gasp and raise my ass. With gentle yet firm strikes, he rains down spanks right on my clit. It doesn't really hurt and it isn't as harsh as the one he gave me on the couch. I mewl into the pillow, my thighs starting to tremble. Soothing the spanks away, he starts to rub furiously. Warmth builds, spreading from my pussy to my ass and belly, down my legs. The climax races toward me fast and strong.
He removes his hand.
The jerk.
I buck against nothing but air, the heat and ardor cooling and fading away. Thankfully, the pillows muffle my grievances. I hope.
The warmth from his body presses against me, and his cock nudges my entrance. Instead of shoving into me, he only inserts an inch of himself and circles his hips. He slides out of me and prods into me again with shallow strokes. And he keeps fucking me like that, never going in deeper than an inch, the head of his long cock the only thing he allows inside me. It keeps me in a desperate frenzy, but takes me no further.
The grasp of his fingers on my hips are harsh, digging into my skin. I fight against the need and desire to shove myself back on him, forcing myself to take it. I have to trust he'll get me there. I asked for this, I agreed to this.
I begged for this.
And if I'm honest, I'm loving this.
He yanks my ass up even higher so that my knees are barely anchored against the bed, my torso rising along with it even as my face presses deeper into the pillow. My nipples brush against the duvet, still the slightest bit sore from the clamps and his teeth.
Still not letting up on the shallow dips into my core, he starts sliding up my cleft before plunging back into my cunt.
I turned my face to the side, taking much needed clean breaths. "Please, sir."
"Not yet."
"Please, please, please." My nerve endings fire with desperate need and heat blasts from my pussy. My body is slick with sweat and damp tendrils of hair clings to my face.
He spanks me hard on one of my ass cheeks. I can feel it redden, a mark from him to take home as a trophy. "What is it you want?"
"I want to come, sir." Any other time I'd be embarrassed at the needling tone.
"What do you want?" His voice is harsh and stern and makes me shiver.
What does he mean? What am I supposed to say? "Please, sir. I want you to fuck me."
"What do you want?" the words echo around the bedroom.
I shout out the only thing I can think of. "Your cock, sir."
He rams into me with a force that causes a startled, strangled noise come from the back of my throat. He dives into me hard, but slow, still not giving me what I need. What I crave.
Am I supposed to keep begging, or stay patient?
I decide to chance it. "Please let me come, sir."
"How?"
"What?"
"How do you want to come?"
"Preferably screaming."
He spanks me on my other cheek for my sarcastic tone and my lack of using the word sir. "How do you want to come?"
I don't understand what he wants from me. I'm so close yet so far and I just want release. "I don't know, sir."
He stills all the way inside me. "Do you want me to fuck you like this? Do you want me to take your gorgeous ass? Do you want me to flip you over and fuck your mouth? Do you want me to yank at your nipples? Do you want me to spank you while I pound into you with my cock? How do you want to come?"
The answer finally reveals itself. "I am yours to command, sir. I want to come however you want me to."
My words please him and he finally starts to fuck me like he means it. Running his hands up my sides, he grasps my tits, squeezing them. He takes my nipples between his fingers and pinches and pulls while he keeps slamming into me. He reaches that favorite place of mine deep inside. The one bordering on pain, but is all pleasure. I close my teeth over his pillow, biting down against the lust swarming through me.
He anchors himself with my nipples, his fingers harsh, adding to the frenzy barreling through me. Releasing one of my breasts, he moves his hand down to my clit and starts spanking it again.
Four smacks is all it takes for me to fly completely apart. I scream myself hoarse again as the fire and ice slither over and through me. The stranger releases me, returning his grip to my hips and fucks me hard as he races towards his own release. Before mine has crested, another builds. My hands are numb and my entire body is sore, but the fire and ice flares hot and cold making m
e scream yet again.
He lets out a hoarse growl and collapses against me, sending us both crashing to the bed. He rolls off me immediately, reaching up to release me from the cuffs. Pins and needles poke at my hands as feeling returns. I clutch them to my chest as I try to bring my breathing back under control.
We stay there in silence for a few moments, the only noise our ragged breaths. I'm completely sated, and definitely can't handle any more tonight.
I glance over at his window and my eyes widen. Or this morning. Dawn trickles through the thin curtains, lightening up the room. When did that happen?
With utterly no desire to sleep here, I heave myself off the bed. "I have to get going."
He sits up. "Do you want me to take you home?"
That would ruin the whole thing. We're strangers in the night. He can't know where I live. "No, I'm good. Thanks."
He picks up on my desire to leave. "All right."
I smile and lean in to kiss him one last time. "Thank you for last night. It was amazing."
"So were you."
His kiss almost makes me want to climb back into bed with him. Instead, with a sigh, I go back out to the living room and retrieve my clothes.
15
I walk unsteadily from so many powerful orgasms out of the stranger's apartment building. I blink against the morning light. Where the fuck am I? How am I going to get home? I consider calling Scott, but it would just prove him right.
"Hey."
I jump at the voice before recognizing it. I spin around. "Scott? What the fuck are you doing here?"
He shrugs, not even a little sheepishly. "I followed you."
"You what?" I hiss at him so we don't disturb anyone at this god-awful early hour of the morning, and lead him away from the stranger's place.
He huffs. "I was worried about you. Which you already knew. A picture wasn't going to be enough. And I saw him take you away in an Uber. How did you plan on getting home?"
I gape at him, his words true, but I'm too pissed off to admit it yet. "That wasn't your problem. I'm perfectly capable of calling an Uber myself or a taxi or even finding a bus. I'm a grown ass woman, Scott."
He looms close to me, making me stumble back. He's so close my sore breasts brush against his chest with every breath. They harden in response and I want to curse them. "You are my best fucking friend. I didn't think you should do this, but I backed off because you're right. You are a grown ass woman. With a fine ass by the way. But I wasn't going to sit by when you could be in danger. I was going to make sure you were safe. So I followed you. And waited for you while you fucked a stranger. Because I am your best friend and I am always going to have your fucking back."
He waited for me for hours. I don't even know if I'm still pissed of relieved. He makes me feel loved and suffocated all at once.
My fury flies away and I slump. I don't want to fight anymore. "Let's go get food. It's like five AM and I'm starving." I worked up quite an appetite and need to replenish my calories.
He blinks, the fight melting out of him, and grins at me with cocky relief. "Sounds wonderful."
I slide my arm through his and let him escort me to his car. I guess he won this round, but I'm still flying so high from multiple orgasms that I really don't care. And I'm tired of the tension between us. I want things to go back to normal. I hate fighting with him. It always ruins my day.
The car ride is thick with tension and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to fix us. We've had fights before, but this one felt different. I don't know if it's because of the sex or what. I have been changing a lot lately, doing things I've never done before or even knew I wanted to do. Maybe he thinks he's losing me. Or maybe he doesn't like who I'm turning into.
We don't talk much until we slide into our usual booth and order our usual meals. I'm glad I don't have classes today because I'd have to beg off. Exhaustion pulls at me, but the smell of frying bacon perks me right up, giving me a second wind. Or maybe more like a seventh by now. I can't believe I was fucked all night long.
Scott turns to me while we wait for our orders. "So, how'd it go?"
I raise a brow. "You sure you want to hear about this one?"
"Of course. You're back safe, none the worse for wear except for the way you're walking. That's two struck from the list, so tell me how was it?"
"I'll tell you about it in a bit. First, we need to talk."
He sighs. "I know. Look, Amanda, I know I pissed you off and almost ruined it for you, and I'm sorry. I really am. You apparently had a good time and you're still alive, so I guess I freaked out for nothing. I was just so worried."
I frown at him. "Clearly. You sort of stalked me. And honestly, you were probably in more danger than I was, lurking around the building all night."
He grins, unrepentant. "I'm not sorry for that. I'll always be there if I think you'll be in danger. I just regret I got so mad at you and caused a fight between us."
"So, you haven't started disliking who I've been turning into?"
His mouth falls open. "Of course not. I love how free and adventurous you've been lately. You might think you're changing, but you aren't. You're back to who you always were before that jackass came into your life. And it's been a huge relief to me to see it. You've been a shadow of yourself for six years and I've missed my friend being herself. And even if you did change, I'd still love you. I haven't stopped yet."
Relief melts through me at his words. What did I ever do to deserve such loyalty? "Oh, thank goodness. And look, I know what I did was probably stupid and I know I’m taking this whole thing way too seriously. I guess I'm just trying to make up for lost time. Find myself again, you know? I want to graduate myself with no hint left of the puppet Adam turned me into."
"I get it. I do, love. Let's not fight again, okay?"
"Deal."
He kisses my cheek, catching the corner of my lips with his. Warmth spreads from it and into my cheeks, which pink a little. "Now tell me about your night. I take it it was good since you're walking a little...awkwardly."
I flush at his teasing me about my awkward stride. A thought strikes me. A rather disturbing one. "Could you hear us? Or me?"
"What? What do you mean?"
"I mean, while you were waiting for me all night, could you, uh, well, hear me?"
He grins. "You mean, your screams and moans of pleasure?"
I flush, but nod. "Yes, that's what I mean."
Scott leers at me. "Oh yeah I could."
I bury my face into my hands. "Shit. I'm surprised you didn't burst through the door, certain I was being murdered."
He brings his lips to my ear like the stranger did last night. I shudder even harder from Scott's closeness. "You forget, love. I know what your screams of pleasure sound like."
If it's possible, I turn even redder. "Oh, hell."
"Don't be embarrassed. Not with me. Besides, it was hot as hell."
I raise my head to look at Scott. "You didn't...look in or anything?"
He scowls. "Of course not. I'm not a damn peeping Tom. I'd never invade your privacy like that."
"I know. I know." Though I'm not sure I would've cared if he had. "I wouldn't have been pissed if you had."
He cocks a brow and leers at me some more. "Oh really?"
I backtrack. "I mean, I know you were worried about me, so I would've understood you know, if you had wanted to check and make sure I was okay."
"Do you have a little exhibitionist fantasy, love?"
"Maybe."
"Wow." He shakes his entire body like a wet dog. "Okay. Tell me what happened."
"He...he was into BDSM. He gave me a little tutorial in the lifestyle."
Scott's breathing hitches and his eyes widen. "And?"
"And what?" I look down at the white fabric-covered table.
"And are you interested in the lifestyle?" He nudges me with his elbow.
I cock my head to the side as I consider. "Well, I definitely enjoyed everything he did to me.
But it was also super intense, and he went easy on me because I'm not in the scene."
"What did he do?" Scott asks.
I tell him in whispers about the feathers and clamps, and the crawling and begging, turning cherry red from embarrassment now that I'm no longer pulsing with desire and horny. I pout a little when I tell him about the orgasm denial, though I do admit to him it made the orgasms stronger.
Scott clears his throat, his pupils big and dark in his blue eyes. "Would you want to do it again? Go further?"
"I'd definitely do those things again. And I'd be willing to try other things, but I still have no interest in extreme pain. I think spankings and clamps is as far as I can go."
"BDSM isn't all about pain, love. It's about giving up control and submission. Or taking control and domination. Sometimes there's no pain at all. Even the fun kind. It all depends on what you need and want."
I frown at him. "How do you know so much about it?"
He grins and tickles my ribs. "I read. And Google."
I laugh. "Are you sure you aren't a Dom and just haven't told me?"
A strange look crosses his face, but it's too fleeting for me to read. "I tell you everything, love."
I pierce him with a glare, fighting to keep the smile from my face. "You better. Lord knows I've been telling you way more than I probably should."
He scoots closer to me and wraps an arm around my back, resting his hand on my hip. "Of course you should."
I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing in his ocean breeze scent. That weirdness is back. Being here with him is so easy, so natural. So right.
The waitress brings out drinks and food and he raises his glass. "To no more fights."
I clink them together. "No more fights."
Part IV
#4: The Jock
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I have been stalking Derek on Facebook. Scott heard he's back home after graduating college, working at the Home Depot. According to Derek's status, he's working later today. And I've decided it's time to spruce up my room. It actually could use a lot of work. I've been meaning to paint over the boring taupe walls for a while. And I want to continue purging my life from my time with Adam. No more boring Amanda. I want something bold and bright in here.
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