She looked up at his face. He was as patient as always, waiting for her to decide.
“Yes.”
“Eyes on me, then.”
Carla rose on his knees until she could easily see him and opened his shirt with a few flicks of his wrist. He tossed it behind him, then crossed his arms over his chest and drew the white sports bra over his head.
“You want to touch?” he asked, posing for her.
She nodded. She wanted that more than she’d wanted anything in a long time. Maybe ever. She almost regretted the ropes now.
His arms were soft but rippled with muscles when he moved. His shoulders were round yet strong, a bit narrower than Charlie’s, and still red where the straps of the sports bra had lain.
And his breasts… God, they were perfect. Two heavy globes with dark round nipples that begged to be kissed.
He ran one hand down his chest, over his soft belly, and back up to cup one luscious mound. “You didn’t answer me. Do you want to touch?” He was teasing her, of course. He had to see in her eyes how much she wanted him.
No, it was more of a need. Touching him seemed decadent and impossible. More than she thought she could have, and yet not enough.
Not to mention that she couldn’t move her hands.
“I… please.” She finally remembered to answer. There was something about the way he was looking at her, holding back, that made her feel like she needed to beg. Like he might not give her what she wanted until she was pleading for it.
He ran one hand through her hair, then turned her head until she was looking directly upward. “Stay there.”
She nodded infinitesimally in answer.
“Open your mouth.”
As soon as she did, Carla ran his fingers over her lips. It was arousing and exciting. She wanted to lick them and pull them into her mouth.
But she didn’t. Because Carla hadn’t said to.
“Very good,” he praised.
She felt something warm in her chest. She’d gotten this right and he was pleased.
He leaned over her, letting one soft nipple graze her forehead. The corner of her eye. Her cheek.
She wanted it desperately in her mouth. Wanted more than just a light touch. But it was exciting, too, knowing that she didn’t have a choice.
She squirmed in her bonds, and that feeling of helplessness and need only increased. She couldn’t touch him because she couldn’t move. There was something intoxicating about it. Something that made her feel needy and wanton and free in a way she’d never been before.
Carla continued the teasing path, teasing the nipple around Charlie’s lips. The nub was firm now, a little rough as it pulled across her mouth.
Saliva pooled at the back of her throat and she tried to swallow without closing her mouth.
Just one taste. That was all she wanted.
She could hear herself whimpering.
Carla drew back and then repeated the process with his other side. His firm nipple ran across her eyelids. The soft skin of his breast dragged along her cheek. When he reached her mouth, he gave her only the lightest touch.
She looked up at him. His strong shoulders and hairy pits were outlined by the light behind them, giving him a golden glow. She could see just the edge of his face, where his lips were parted.
He let out a soft moan.
She was doing this to him. She was turning him on, just by this little touch. By the knowledge they both shared of how she was bound and helpless for him. By how much she wanted to touch and suck and lick, but held still because he’d told her to.
He lowered the soft globe into her mouth until her lips sealed around it. She could still breath through her nose, but it would be so easy to reach up with her tongue.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Charlie sucked hungrily. Finally she got to taste him. Got to feel that beautiful flesh against her lips. There was no finesse, just need and awe of touching this soft, vulnerable part of him that fit so perfectly in her mouth.
Charlie took a chance and wrapped her tongue around the small nub. Carla groaned, dropping his head with his mouth hanging open.
She redoubled her efforts, wanting to keep that look of bliss on his face. She sent quick flicks of her tongue over the tip and then sucked hard, pulling him into her mouth. She lightly tested out her teeth and Carla gasped and thrust against her.
Charlie lifted her arms instinctively to touch more, to drag him closer, but she was brought up short by her bonds.
That only made it better.
She wiggled experimentally, trying to thrust up and liberate her legs, trying to grind against something that wasn’t there. Not because she wanted to move, but because she needed to know that she couldn’t.
Oh, yes. This was what she needed. What she’d always needed. Carla’s skin in her mouth. Carla’s ropes around her body. Constrained and marvelously free at the same time.
Carla withdrew and Charlie chased after him with her mouth. He made a displeased sound and that was all it took for her to return her head to the center of the pillow. She opened her mouth, hoping that she would be lucky enough to taste him again.
Carla’s breast was heavy and cool as he dragged it across her face. He caressed her cheek. Traced paths across her forehead. Then he presented the other side to her mouth.
She waited until he made an approving sound and then began to suck on this one while the weight of the other pressed her eyes closed.
Her body was on fire. She needed to be touched. Needed to touch Carla. Needed to strain against her bonds and know that she couldn’t control either one.
Carla continued like that for some endless time. Alternating between nipples, waiting each time until Charlie held still. Until she was trained to follow the quiet hums in his throat that reminded her of her position and gave her permission to lick and touch again.
At last, Carla drew back and stroked down her arms.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” he told her. “Sexier than I imagined.”
“Yeah?”
He kissed her, slow and sweetly, his breasts resting on her folded arms like clouds. “Yeah. I almost don’t want to untie you.”
“You don’t have to,” she agreed. She wouldn’t mind stretching, but the tight, contained feeling was addictive. She didn’t want it to end.
“Maybe next time. It’s been almost half an hour, which is enough for your first time. Especially since we’re still learning about your body’s reactions.”
Taking the ropes off was different from having them put on. Carla tugged at the knots along her legs, which had somehow been arranged to open easily.
She felt cool and too loose without the ropes. It felt almost like she was losing something, though phantom paths still crossed her limbs.
Carla’s hands on her body were different now, though. In between each pull and slither of the ropes he caressed her skin, massaging and warming, exploring and teasing. It was clear that his attention had been on the knots while he was tying her up, but now his attention was all on her.
“How are you doing now?” he asked.
“Cold.” It was the first thing that came into her head. The rest of it, the too-loose, untethered feeling was too difficult to explain.
Carla stepped away and then laid a folded quilt over her feet. With each loop that he opened, he pulled it up another few inches.
That was so much better. Not just the warmth but the weight of it. The sense that she was still being held by Carla’s hands and by what he had given her.
When the last knot slipped free, he slid the pillows out from under her feet and pulled the blanket up to her chest.
“Bend your knees and wiggle your toes.”
Carla complied. Ah… it did feel good to move them again. Familiar little aches and inactive muscles made themselves known. Her enjoyment of the bondage still far outweighed the little soreness, but she understood now why Carla had insisted on stopping.
While she tested out her legs, Carla m
ade quick work of her arms. The moment her wrists were free he had her stretch out her arms, and then merely pulled the figure-eight down until it slid off her fingers.
He lowered her arms to her sides then rubbed each place where the ropes had been. There seemed to be a technique to whatever he was doing, but all Charlie cared about was the way that he was looking at her. It was some mingling of joy and pride and arousal. And all because she’d laid on her back with some string wrapped around her.
She realized, then, that it wasn’t just laying on her back. It certainly hadn’t felt that way while she was doing it. She’d been letting him take care of her, but it wasn’t passive and removed.
It was active. Something that they were doing together. Something that was intimate and special between them.
Something for Carla to be proud of.
When he was satisfied with her arms, Carla unfolded more of the quilt and slipped under it beside her. He pulled her arm out a bit and settled himself into her shoulder.
It reminded her that he was shorter and smaller. He fit perfectly against her like this, but it was such a difference from how he’d taken command of the scene just a moment ago.
She wondered if he found it odd, too, but knew that he wouldn’t. That was just her antiquated thinking about size and gender and everything else.
She wrapped her arm around him, and he ran one hand over her belly, then snuck one hand under her shirt, just above her hip.
“How was that?”
“Um, nice.”
“Charlie, that was sexy as fuck. Don’t even try to lie to me. Nice.” Carla snorted, though he sounded amused rather than offended.
“Yeah, it was.” Finding the words was too hard, but Carla seemed to understand. “Was it good for you?”
Carla kissed her shoulder. “Perfect.” He traced little patterns with his thumb, making little circles along her side. It was sweet, but also arousing.
“You didn’t get to come.” With everyone else she’d ever slept with, that had been the moment that did it for her. Knowing that she’d made the other person feel good. She still wanted that with Carla.
“That’s not important,” Carla murmured. “I enjoyed myself.”
Charlie tried not to let her disappointment show. Was that it? To her surprise, she still wanted more for herself. She wasn’t sure quite what she wanted, but she was still feeling horny and needy. Not at all ready to just relax and cuddle, though she’d take it if it was all she could get.
She turned on her side and initiated a kiss, hoping that was alright. She still wasn’t sure how all of that Dom stuff worked.
Carla kissed her back lazily, running gentle fingers through her hair. That was good. That was amazing.
She moaned and pushed against him. This was what she needed. More of this.
He hooked one leg over her thigh and pulled her in close. Their cocks rubbed together, thick and hard between them. Each movement sent a pulse of pleasure through her, some combination of feeling that masculine length and the echoes transmitted to the base where it rubbed against her.
Carla’s breaths were getting heavy too. He pulled back, looking into her eyes. “You want more, baby? Still hungry for me?”
She nodded.
“Good. Because I can’t get enough of you.”
Chapter 6
Carla
Carla kissed Charlie one more time. Her mouth was addictive. The way that she’d so easily melted into his control even more so.
He hadn’t planned on doing anything more than this scene tonight, but the way she was moving against him, hard and soft in all the right places, was clearly a request. For such a gruff personality, she was adorably shy sometimes.
He ran his hand down her back and across her ample belly, letting her feel the path as he inched closer to her cock. He wanted to touch every inch of her that was allowed to him, but most important was making her feel safe.
When he reached the hard length, they both gasped. In his mind it was definitely Charlie’s cock. A part of her body just as much as any other. When he looked at her spiky salt-and-pepper hair and strong shoulders, her muscular legs and those thick arms, he couldn’t imagine her body any other way.
And now he got to touch her. To feel that hardness against his palm and claim another part of her.
He pressed the silicone into her belly so that she could feel the tips of his fingers gripping the hard length through her boxers. There was no point in touching gently, especially when she couldn’t see it. It felt amazing in his hand.
He set up a slow rhythm. With each downward stroke, he pushed hard enough to ensure that the base was grinding into her.
She panted and arched into him, seeking out more friction.
Had she left the vibrator inside? Even if she hadn’t, there would still be some pressure. But if she had, he definitely had plans for it.
“You like that? Like me stroking your cock?”
“Mmmm…” she moaned.
“I want you inside me. Want to ride you.” He wasn’t sure if he was expressing a distant desire or making a plan.
Her reaction made it clear. She thrust up into his hand, the head of her cock dragging against his belly. “Please.”
“On your back. Hands by your sides.” Now that she’d asked for it, he didn’t want to wait any longer.
Charlie moved immediately into position, her eyes checking with him to see if she’d gotten it right.
“You like doing what you’re told, don’t you?”
She nodded shyly, the look only enhanced by the butch haircut and strong shoulders framing her weathered face. He’d hoped she was at least willing to try things out in the bedroom, but her submission seemed to run deeper than either of them had probably expected.
“Very good. Keep them there.”
He moved down until he was straddling her legs, just above her knees. He ran his fingers teasingly down her belly, skirting the bulge he’d just been touching and moving down her legs.
She shivered beneath him but didn’t move.
He ran his hands back up, circling closer to her cock and then moving away.
“Put another pillow behind your head.” He wanted her to see this part.
With a little maneuvering, they worked together to get her settled again. Now she wouldn’t miss anything.
She returned her hands to position without being asked.
“So good for me,” he murmured again, just to see her eyes widen.
He continued his game of stroking over her belly and thighs, running his hands up her sides and down her arms. He avoided anywhere covered by her shirt entirely, but there was still so much skin to enjoy. He traced up to her lips and she kissed his fingertips, but otherwise just watched him with intensity and need.
He teased his fingers a bit closer to her cock, then slid one under the front panel of her boxers.
She gasped and pressed up against him.
“God, you’re delicious.” She was. More than he’d imagined.
He eased her cock through the front of her boxers and stroked the flesh-colored shaft. When he had all of her attention, he took the tip into his mouth.
“Ca-Carla?” she stuttered. She was panting and heavy lidded, her hands clenched at her sides.
He withdrew just enough to speak, then continued giving the smooth silicone little licks. “Yes, babe?”
“I just… you don’t need to do that.” She didn’t sound like she was complaining, though.
He fit more of it into his mouth, using his hand at the base to increase the pressure when he pushed down and stroke it upward against her when he pulled back. There was a trick to giving head to a dildo, which was mostly making sure that the movements transferred against the other person with enough force.
And it was just fucking hot to know that he had her cock in his mouth.
“Believe me, this is all pleasure. Do you want me to stop?” He breathed over the tip as he spoke.
Her hands came up, as if to touch h
im, and then returned to her sides with what looked like significant effort. “No, please don’t stop.”
“So good asking for what you want. Now, did you leave everything in place when you got ready for me?” He stroked downward on the shaft for illustration.
“Yes.” Her cheeks pinked and he wondered if she’d ever used a vibrator on herself. It wouldn’t surprise him if she hadn’t, since she seemed to be pretty distanced from her body.
“You were very good for me, then.”
Her blush got deeper. He rewarded her with another deep suck, then dragged his tongue upward to trace circles around the crown while he stroked quickly with his hand.
When her eyes started to flutter shut, he finally drew back.
He needed to get his clothes off now or he’d just spend all night sucking her off.
He stood beside the bed and first eased his phone out of his pocket. He found the app that controlled Charlie’s vibrator as well as the one nestled against his own body, and then tossed it on the bed.
Then he started taking off his jeans. Charlie’s face was locked on his fingers as he unbuckled his belt and then opened the button beneath. His own cock was hard and demanding attention.
“Like what you see?”
She nodded.
He eased his jeans down and her eyes followed them as he set them on the chair. There was a long pause before she looked back over to him. Now that was interesting.
He rested his hand on his jeans.
“Something you’re thinking about?”
Charlie’s adorable blush just kept getting stronger. “I just… This seems silly after everything I already told you. But I, um, I like your belt.”
Very interesting.
“What do you like about it?” He stroked the belt with two fingers. It was black leather, fairly wide but otherwise unremarkable. Many men wore belts like this every day.
“I, uh…” She sighed. “I like the way it sits on your hips. It’s um, very masculine. And, um, it, uh, makes me notice your hips more.”
“Ahh… It draws attention to my masculine and feminine features? Or makes my feminine features more masculine?”
“Yeah.”
He started unthreading it from his belt loops.
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