Trust

by Sherri Hayes

  I nodded.

  He smiled, wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, and brought our lips together. “Thank you.”

  “You don’t know what it is yet.”

  “Doesn’t matter. It’s from you, so I know I’ll love it.”

  I didn’t understand his reasoning, but he was happy, so I was happy.

  Stephan turned back to the package and began removing the decorative paper. Diane had put it in an unmarked box, so until he opened the cardboard, he had no idea what was inside. He lifted the miniature fountain out of the box and set it on his lap. “I got it for your office. It reminded me of—”

  “My rock.” He finished my sentence for me, and I was thrilled he saw the resemblance like I did.

  I pointed to the new addition to the fountain that hadn’t been there when I’d bought it. “This rock didn’t come with the fountain. It’s from down by the creek. I wanted you to have a piece of your special place with you at work.”

  Before I knew what was happening, Stephan had lifted the fountain off his lap, placed it on the floor, and had me pinned to the couch with both his body and his mouth. I kissed him back with equal fervor, completely forgetting we weren’t alone until I heard coughing.

  Even then, Stephan didn’t stop kissing me right away.

  “Um. Stephan? I think your aunt and I are going to go refill our coffee in the kitchen and give you two a moment.”

  Stephan pulled back enough to separate our lips but nothing else. His body remained plastered against mine, holding me firmly to the couch. I couldn’t move if I’d wanted to. He was breathing hard, and so was I. “How did I ever get so lucky to find you, Brianna?”

  “You like your present?”

  “It’s perfect. And once we get home, I plan on showing you just how much I love it.”

  Chapter 40

  Brianna

  We didn’t stay long after Stephan opened his present from me. Diane asked us to stay for a late lunch, but Stephan insisted he wanted to get home before it started getting dark. I didn’t mind the cold so much during the winter. It was the daylight—or lack thereof. By the time we left his aunt and uncle’s house, it was close to two o’clock. During the summer months we would have had plenty of daylight left. In December, it meant we had two and a half hours. Maybe. It was only an hour drive, but if we’d stayed for lunch, it would have been cutting it close.

  Thirty minutes into our drive home, Stephan reached over and tapped two fingers along my inner thigh. “Spread your legs.”

  I’d worn a nice dress for our visit, so when I spread my legs, the only thing between me and his hand was the thin pair of silk panties I wore. Even though he had the heater on in the car, the air that rushed up under my dress was cooler than I’d anticipated.

  Stephan kept his eyes on the road, but the hand he had on my thigh edged upward, pushing my dress up until it was around my waist. My entire lower half was exposed. Maybe some part of me should have been afraid someone might look inside the car and see me, but for some reason I wasn’t. The only thing going through my mind was what is he going to do next?

  He didn’t leave me waiting for long. “Give me your hand.”

  I complied.

  Wrapping his long fingers around my wrist, he lifted my hand up to his lips and put two of my fingers into his mouth. He began sucking and running his tongue in between and around them. For some reason, it reminded me of having his penis in my mouth, sucking and licking. Between the memory and the sensation, I felt heat and moisture rush between my now parted legs.

  A few minutes later, he pulled my fingers out of his mouth and guided them back toward my lap. He didn’t release them, however. Instead, he nudged my panties aside, exposing me even more to the cooler air. Placing my now damp fingers directly over my sex, he began rubbing in a circular motion, making me feel even hotter there than I had before.

  Without warning, he stopped the circular movements and positioned my two fingers directly outside my entrance. He released his hold on my wrist and brought his hand to rest back on the steering wheel. “Push your fingers inside, Brianna.”

  What? I wasn’t sure I understood him.

  “Put your fingers inside yourself, Brianna. Now. I want you to finger yourself for the rest of the drive home. You aren’t to make yourself come, do you understand?”

  “Yes. I-I think so.”

  He glanced over at me and smiled. It was that wicked smile of his, and for some reason, it made the space between my legs feel even hotter. I didn’t understand it at all.

  Stephan had turned his attention back to the road, but he seemed to know I hadn’t moved. “I’m waiting, Brianna.”

  Taking a deep breath, I pressed the two fingers he’d sucked into my moist heat. I hadn’t touched myself like this since that night we’d had sex for the first time. It felt strange, just as it had that night, but I did what he said and started moving my fingers in and out. I’d seen girls do this before to themselves, and of course, I’d had it done to me, but doing it to myself was different.

  At first, it felt strange, but then it began to change. The spongy texture was no longer my main focus. I was too caught up in how good it felt.

  We stopped at a traffic light, and Stephan reached over, placing his hand over mine. He slipped one finger down into my opening in sync with my two fingers. After a few times, he removed it and brought it up to my mouth. “Open.”

  I was too far gone at that point and did what I was told. He inserted his finger between my lips and coated my tongue with the wetness he’d picked up between my legs. Tasting myself was always weirdly mesmerizing. There was no other flavor I could compare it to, yet something about having it on my tongue and knowing where it had come from made my arousal increase.

  His finger slipped out of my mouth and down my chin before disappearing altogether. I looked over at Stephan. He was concentrating on the road. We were moving again. I hadn’t even noticed.

  Every now and then, he’d glance over, making sure I was still following his instructions. He’d smirk and then turn back to the road. By the time he pulled into the parking garage, there was a wet spot on my panties, and most of my hand was soaked. I’d been fingering myself for almost a half hour.

  Once he’d parked the car, he removed his seat belt and then leaned over the center console—using one hand to position my head the way he wanted it—and kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. “Do you have any idea how hot it was watching you, Brianna?”

  He didn’t give me time to answer. Instead he took hold of my wrist and removed my fingers from where they’d still been moving inside me. He brought my hand up to where our mouths hovered a breath away from each other and started devouring my fingers.

  The sight . . . the feel . . . neither was helping relieve the ache between my legs.

  Stephan kissed me again, this time bringing my hand with him. It was almost like having a third participant as he mingled my fingers in with our tongues.

  When he finally pulled back, we were both panting. It was as if I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, but in a good way. I wanted him to take me. I didn’t care where we were.

  He smiled, seeming to be able to read my mind. “Oh no, Brianna. I’m not going to make it that easy, pet. You’ll get your reward, but only after we’ve had some fun first. Remove your panties and hand them to me.”

  It took a moment for his request to work through the fog in my brain. I reached down with both hands and, after lifting my hips a little, slid the pink panties down my legs and handed them to him.

  Stephan pressed them to his nose and took a deep breath. He smiled that wicked smile again and then stuffed my panties into his pants pocket.

  After helping me lower my dress so that my now naked bottom half wasn’t showing, he stepped out of the car and strolled to the passenger side. As he opened my door, a rush of cold air made its way into the vehicle. It floated up under my dress and brushed over my now bare skin.

  Instincti
vely, I reached down with my free hand to make sure my dress didn’t fly up. Stephan chuckled and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry, Brianna. No one can see anything. No one knows you don’t have any panties on underneath your dress but you and me.”

  Before he stepped away, he brushed his lips against my neck, sending a tingle of electricity down my spine and right between my legs. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to walk let alone make it all the way to the condo. He might have to carry me.

  Stephan

  I was having way too much fun. Brianna was having a good day—we both were.

  Last night hadn’t gone as planned after she showed me her “present.” I was still attempting to wrap my mind around her reasons why. Brianna couldn’t even step fully into the room. Why did having my playroom set up in the condo matter if we weren’t going to be able to use it? I had to admit, though, that having my playroom and all my toys at my disposal would be useful . . . even if we didn’t actually set foot inside the room itself.

  Once we were back inside our condo, I instructed her to go into my bedroom, remove all her clothes, and wait for me on the bed. I’d left the rope I’d given Brianna upstairs, plus I wanted to get some other items as well.

  It took me roughly fifteen minutes to get what I needed out of the playroom. Logan did a good job putting it all back together. Only a few things were out of place, but not by much. He had a good memory.

  Once I had everything I needed, I paused only long enough to grab Brianna’s other Christmas present from where I’d stashed it before heading back downstairs. Brianna was waiting for me, and I couldn’t wait to get started. I was hoping this would be a fun and memorable evening for both of us.

  When I walked into my bedroom, Brianna was sitting naked on the edge of my bed as I’d asked. She looked up upon my entrance and smiled. Her arousal from earlier had diminished, but that was all right. It was early, and I planned to take my time with her.

  I deposited everything I’d brought with me from upstairs onto the dresser right inside the door, with the exception of her remaining Christmas present. Walking over to stand directly in front of her, I concealed the item in my fist as much as possible and held it close to my side. “Are you ready for the rest of what I have planned for tonight?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I smiled and helped her up.

  “Close your eyes, Brianna.” I didn’t want her to see what I had in my hand until I was ready.

  “I want to give you your second Christmas present.”

  Her nose scrunched up a little. I wasn’t sure if it was in concentration or confusion. “Okay.”

  I took the pink dildo I’d gotten her and pressed it up against her hand. “Take it.”

  She wrapped her hand around the object and looked down.

  It was easy to tell the moment she realized what she was seeing because her eyes opened wide, her hand fell open, and she dropped the dildo on the floor.

  I chuckled and bent down to retrieve it. “It won’t bite, you know.”

  “I didn’t mean . . . I mean, I wasn’t expecting . . .” She lowered her gaze to the floor.

  I retrieved the dildo and placed it back in her hand. She didn’t drop it this time. “Does it still frighten you?”

  “A little.”

  “Tell me why?”

  “I remember how they felt. How much they hurt sometimes. I know it’s not the same, but . . .”

  I reached out and cupped her cheek, lifting her head so I could see her face. “But the memory remains, right?”

  “Yes.”

  She looked sad, and I didn’t want that. “I want to help you to make happy memories, Brianna—together.”

  Brianna nodded. “I want that, too.”

  Smiling, I placed a reverent kiss on her lips before taking the dildo from her and putting it on the nightstand. Leaving her to stand by the bed for a few moments, I walked back to the dresser and retrieved the rope.

  When I returned to stand in front of her, I held the rope in both my hands and waited to see what she’d do.

  It didn’t take long. She glanced up at me, meeting my gaze, and then held out her wrists. There was uncertainty in her eyes, but I also saw determination. I lifted both of her wrists to my mouth and placed a soft kiss to the underside of each one. “You have your numbers, Brianna. Use them. For tonight, if you reach a six, I want you to say yellow, and we will slow things down, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Like I had the other night, I started by rubbing the rope gently along her wrist, letting her get familiar with the feel of it, letting it caress her skin. Slowly her eyes began to flutter shut, and I knew she was ready for the next step.

  Careful to keep part of the rope touching her at all times, I folded the rope in half and wound it around both her wrists in the same way I had the other night. Once I had everything secure, I told her to open her eyes. “How does it feel? Is the rope too tight?”

  “No, Sir. It’s not too tight.”

  “Good. Do you remember how to untie yourself if you need to?”

  “Yes.”

  Testing how she would react to being bound, I used the rope to pull her against me. I wasn’t all that rough about it, but there was still a tone of possession in the action.

  A shudder ripped through her body, but I didn’t get any indication that it was from fear.

  I pressed my cheek against hers and spoke directly in her ear. “Are you ready to continue?”

  “Yes.”

  Giving the rope some slack, I guided her closer to the bed. “Climb on and lie down with your head on the pillows.”

  She moved into position much quicker than I thought she’d be able to. It made me wonder how many times she’d had to be mobile while restrained in some fashion in her past. I rapidly pushed the thought aside. If this had any hope of working, I had to pay attention. Tonight we were going into uncharted territory, and I needed to be alert and attentive to Brianna’s needs. She trusted me to take care of her.

  I leaned over her and tied the loose ends of the rope to the bed. She looked up at me, watching. Normally I’d blindfold a submissive for this type of sensation play, but given Brianna’s history, I didn’t think that was a good idea. We were pushing enough boundaries tonight as it was.

  Leaving her lying there for a minute, I went back to the dresser and picked up the rest of what I’d brought down with me. Bringing them over to the bed, I showed them to Brianna one at a time. The first was a fur glove. She wrinkled her brow, but other than that, she had no reaction. “Has anyone ever used one of these on you?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

  Without putting it on, I placed it close to her hand where she could touch it and feel how soft it was. “It’s made out of rabbit fur.”

  “It’s soft.”

  I smiled. “Yes.”

  The second, however, got a bigger reaction. I’d grabbed a pair of tweezer clamps I wanted to try on her tonight. Brianna loved having her nipples pinched and pulled. I had no doubt she’d like clamps. It was only a matter of getting her past her fear. “Do you know what these are?”

  “Yes.”

  “We’re going to try them tonight, and see what you think of them. If you don’t like them, we can always remove them, all right?”

  “Okay.” There was no conviction behind her voice, but she trusted me, and I wouldn’t let her down.

  Again, I brought the clamps up near her hands. This time, however, I placed one of the clamps on her index finger. She looked up, watching my movement. “This part here allows me to tighten and loosen the clamp—like this.”

  I slowly pushed the clasp up the tweezers to tighten the hold. She furrowed her brow in concentration.

  “It should feel like it does when I pinch your nipples, but it will be more of a constant pressure.”

  She swallowed. “Okay.”

  I knew they were going to be a mental challenge for
her because they did cause some level of pain, but I was glad she was willing to try them, at least.

  Setting the clamps down beside the bed, I reached for the last item I wanted to use tonight—her new dildo.

  Brianna’s eyes opened wide, and her chest moved up and down more rapidly. “We’re going to try to have a little fun with this tonight, too. Do you think you’re ready for that?”

  “I . . . I don’t know.”

  I bent down and kissed her lips with soft pressure. “Thank you for being honest. We’ll go slowly. I promise.”

  She swallowed and nodded, closing her eyes as if she were bracing herself.

  Straightening, I removed my shoes, socks, and belt and tossed them on the back of the chair. By the time I turned back around, Brianna was looking at me again.

  I smiled at her, brushing the back of my fingers along the side of her cheek. “I love you. Remember that. This isn’t about pain. This is about pleasure.”

  “I trust you.”

  Taking a step back, I picked up the glove, the clamps, and the dildo and climbed on the bed with Brianna.

  Chapter 41

  Brianna

  I laid there with my arms secured over my head to the bed as Stephan positioned himself between my legs. Being naked in front of him didn’t bother me anymore. He’d seen and touched all of me many times. The ropes didn’t bother me either, which surprised me a little. No, it was the items he held in his hands that had my heart thundering in my chest.

  “How are you doing, Brianna? What number?”

  Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze. “Three.”

  He nodded and set the glove, the clamps, and the dildo down on the bed next to my hip. The dildo rolled a few inches into the dip my body made in the mattress until it came to rest against my side. I sucked in a breath and began chanting Stephan’s name in my head. If I remembered it was him, I’d be okay. He wouldn’t hurt me. I knew he wouldn’t.

  In a smooth motion, Stephan pulled his shirt over his head, leaving the top half of his body naked. He still had on the khakis he’d worn to Diane and Dr. Cooper’s. They were thicker than his usual dress pants, but they did nothing to hide the bulge of his erection. Whatever Stephan had planned for tonight, he was excited about it. I only hoped I liked it, too. I wanted to like it for him.