What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 8)

by Sabrina York

  Having my hands bound in this fashion caused my chest to be thrust forward and provided Mark quite the ocular bounty to behold. The strapless lace bra was doing little to slow down my nipples at this point.

  “Are you enjoying the show?” I said with a grin.

  A playful but firm smack on my panty-clad ass was followed by a quick admonition from Mark. “Don’t make me add a gag to the evening’s plans as well.”

  Guiding me forward by lifting my bound hands, my knees hit the edge of the bed and I went down onto my stomach.

  “Rest your hands on your back and get up on your knees please,” Mark said as he helped me maneuver up the bed. The bed shifted as he climbed behind me and I could feel his hard shaft pressing insistently against my bottom. Whatever he had been wearing upon my arrival, if anything, was discarded now.

  Pressing my head and shoulders down into the mattress, Mark reached forward and began to massage my shoulders and back. Slowly, but firmly grinding his hardness against me, he deftly unhooked the lace bra as he worked on my tight muscles.

  Sliding my panties partially off, he left them bunched around my upper thighs, trapping his hard cock up against my rapidly moistening slit as he slid back and forth. Reaching forward once again he cupped my swaying breasts as he pulled me back into him.

  Pulling back and angling his hips, he managed to gently push his cock up against my clit as he began twirling my nipples between his fingers. Waves of pleasure radiated from my center as his shaft slid back and forth in the increasing wetness.

  Pulling away completely from me for a moment, he slid the panties further down my legs, and finally off entirely.

  6

  Expecting him to resume where he left off, I was surprised to feel hot breath on my thighs and a warm wet tongue suddenly on my ass. Mark spread my ass cheeks with his hands as his tongue explored and teased my clenched rosebud. Reaching down further to spread my thighs apart, he continued his oral assault, licking my wet labia and flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit.

  What he lacked in angle of attack in this position, he made up for with enthusiasm and desire.

  Dipping a thumb into the spreading moisture, he teased it in and out of my tight anal entrance while his tongue continued its pleasurable dance around my wet slit. I moaned as the combination of sensations caused my pulse to race and my head to swim.

  With one last flick of his tongue against my tight asshole, Mark climbed back behind me and lodged the swollen head of his cock against my wet pussy. As he slowly pushed forward and entered me, he reached under our joined hips and slid a fingertip in circles around my clit.

  All conscious thought seemed to evaporate as my whole being centered around the thick cock now sliding deeper into my very core. Mark started out by teasing me with just the head sliding in and out an inch or so, but he quickly abandoned all pretense and started thrusting harder. Grabbing my left hip with one hand, he continued teasing my clit with his right hand.

  I could feel my orgasmic release start to build as he started to thrust hard enough to slide my upper body forward on the bed. In what I was already starting to think of as Mark’s signature move, he lightly pinched my throbbing clit between his thumb and fingers as he started pivoting his hips a little with each thrust. The pressure on my sensitive button combined with his thickness stretching my slick walls overwhelmed my nervous system and I exploded in orgasm, my wet pussy spasming around his hard cock.

  My muscles turned to jelly as I collapsed forward on the bed, causing Mark’s erection to slide from my wetness with an almost audible suddenness. The stars were still dancing behind my eyes as I felt Mark’s fingers at the binding on my hands. My wrists were released as Mark reached down and gently rolled me onto my back. His weight shifted as he guided me higher on the bed, resting my head on a soft pillow.

  “That felt truly wonderful,” I said as I reached up to remove the blindfold.

  My hand was stopped before it reached the lace covering my eyes. Mark guided my wrist towards the edge of the bed and I felt something cold and metallic close around it. Quickly he secured my other wrist as well and this time I could hear the ratcheting sound as the handcuff closed.

  “B is for bondage in case you haven’t figured it out yet, Summer,” Mark said gently. “I’m not quite done with you yet. Perhaps you would be so kind as to take care of this swelling I seem to have.”

  “Release me and I’ll be happy to lend a hand or two,” I said, pulling at the cuffs now securing me to the bed.

  “Remember what I said about the gag earlier?” Mark replied. I could feel him getting off the bed and then he lifted my right ankle into the air and I felt the cold steel of more handcuffs. As he secured the other ankle as well, I was now spread wide open and on display.

  Climbing back on the bed, I could feel Mark kneel beside my head. He removed the blindfold and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see little but his glistening cock inches from my lips. Tied around the base of his shaft was a red ribbon with a small silver key.

  “You lending a hand was not quite what I had in mind,” Mark grinned as he bobbed his throbbing shaft a little closer to my mouth. “If you want the key to the handcuffs, you are going to have to come and get it.”

  7

  I could not help but laugh at the sight before me. The little red ribbon made it look like I was getting a very obscene early Christmas present. From our conversations and emails, Mark knew just how much humor and intelligence turned me on. After all those wasted years of dry and boring in the bedroom, Mark was certainly pushing different buttons and to my surprise and delight it was working.

  My lips parted involuntarily as I laughed and Mark took advantage of that to thrust his hips slightly forward. I could taste my own juices on his wet cock, and while I was familiar with the flavor from his lips, it tasted quite different on Mark’s swollen head.

  Determined to beat Mark at his own game and return some of the pleasure he had so generously bestowed on me, I darted my tongue forward and licked with abandon. It quickly became apparent that Mark was not interested in me obtaining the key that easily. He moved his hips forward and then back, pulling all but the head out of my eager mouth. I quickly grew frustrated with not being able to move my restrained limbs or use my hands to help.

  Reaching down with one hand, Mark made my determination falter for a moment as one of his long fingers found my wetness once again. He dipped a finger inside my wet pussy for a moment before rubbing that lubrication all over my clit. I moaned around his swollen cock head in my mouth and renewed my efforts.

  For a brief moment I flashed back to my ex-husband and my reluctance to perform oral sex for him. I remember viewing it as much more of a chore to perform than anything I enjoyed. Of course I think it was his misplaced sense of entitlement that really turned me off. That and the fact that he never took the time to make sure I felt pleasure as well.

  Turning my full attention back to Mark, I took him deeper into my mouth while I swiped my tongue over the soft ridge on the underside of his hard shaft. His moan of encouragement told me I was definitely on the right track.

  “Excuse me for a moment,” Mark said as he pulled out of my mouth. He climbed up closer and swung one leg over my head as he rotated towards the bottom of the bed. “I think I’ll even up the odds a little. Last one to come gets the key.” With this last word, he lowered his head and began darting his tongue inside of me. Having the advantage of his hands free, he spread my labia and began long, slow licks up and around my clit.

  “That’s not playing fair,” I said as he slid a finger inside of me, making me moan. I’m sure it came out more than a bit garbled considering the large penis I was attempting to enunciate around.

  Mark added another finger and curled them upwards inside of me, stroking that spongy area on my upper vaginal wall that I had read was supposedly the elusive g-spot. I was doing little at the moment to win this particular erotic race as the sensations Mark was producing with tong
ue and fingers threatened to overwhelm me.

  Born from a very competitive nature, a desire to win and a little desperation, I pulled my head away from Mark’s throbbing cock, stretched my neck a little further, and stuck my tongue in his clenched ass. The effect this had on Mark was immediate as his head rose away from my spread thighs and the rhythm of his fingers faltered. His groan of pleasure and surprise only served to make me double my efforts and I recaptured his bobbing shaft in my mouth.

  Being that Mark was definitely bigger than my ex-husband, I had no idea just how much of him I could swallow, but I was certainly determined to try. Changing the angle of my head slightly, I breathed out through my nose and took his hard shaft into the opening of my throat.

  Mark attempted to regain his advantage by lowering his head to my pulsing clit once again, but the momentum had clearly shifted. Acting as if I literally meant to swallow him, I rippled my throat muscles around his cock and started moving my head slightly up and down his shaft.

  He responded by sliding one of his fingers, already slick with my juices, slowly but firmly into my ass. Between that new sensation and the feeling of his tongue on my clit, I was rapidly approaching the point of no return.

  Applying every bit of my current skill set and diminishing conscious thought, I started humming as my nasal exhalations became more rapid. The added sensation of vibration pushed Mark over the edge and his body went rigid as he sent spurt after spurt of hot come into my throat. Feeling the pleasure coursing through his body as he moaned into my wet pussy set me off as well and I lifted my hips trying to maintain the tongue to clit contact as my wet tunnels spasmed around his probing fingers. I moaned and thrashed my hips as waves of pleasure washed over me and caused my eyes to roll back in my head.

  Pulling my head back a little, I swallowed several times as Mark’s orgasm slowly tapered off, leaving a little come leaking out of the corner of my mouth. Mark slowly removed his fingers from my over-sensitive loins and collapsed to one side, breathing heavily. I coughed and sputtered a little as I could finally breathe freely again.

  8

  “I would claim victory, but I think we both really deserve a round of applause for that performance,” I said as Mark struggled to a sitting position.

  “Oh no,” Mark said as he slid the red ribbon from his deflating penis. “You clearly won that race, if only by a head.”

  I rubbed at my wrists and ankles as Mark unlocked the handcuffs and set me free. He bent down and kissed me passionately, not noticing or caring about his own taste on my lips.

  “I’ll be right back,” Mark said as he disappeared towards the bathroom. Coming back in a moment with a warm wet washcloth, Mark pampered me once again as he gently cleaned some of our combined fluids from my body.

  “You are truly spoiling me,” I said contentedly. Taking the washcloth from him, I walked to the bathroom and rinsed it under hot water. I went back to the bed and returned the favor, slowly wiping down his body that had provided me with such pleasure.

  Mark rose and retrieved a now familiar cooler from the closet. The serving tray of cheese and crackers included fresh sliced melon this time, and white chocolate covered strawberries. Pulling a bottle of champagne from the cooler, Mark glanced at me and raised his eyebrows in a questioning look. I understood the look completely. The last time we had been here in this bed savoring the post-coital glow, I had initially turned down his offer of champagne.

  I nodded my head as he started pouring. “Not only will you have to put up with me for the rest of the night, there is a little something in my handbag over there that I thought you might enjoy.”

  Mark handed me the little red handbag that he had set down on the nightstand earlier. Opening it up revealed the toothbrush I had thrown in there before leaving home. I had no intention on repeating my previous mistake and leaving early tomorrow morning.

  Mark’s smile lit up his entire face. “I was thinking I might have to handcuff you to the bed this time in order to keep you from sneaking out on me again.”

  “I honestly regret doing that,” I said to him, reaching for the proffered glass. “I won’t make the same mistake again.”

  Mark leaned forward and kissed me again before raising his own glass.

  “Might I propose a toast to alphabetic exploration? Learning can truly be so very rewarding.”

  Volume Four: Corporal Coupling

  Prologue

  I awoke once again with a pressing need to answer nature’s call. Mark slept peacefully beside me with one hand possessively on my hip.

  Sliding quietly out of bed, I grabbed the toothbrush I brought with me the night before and headed into the bathroom. After quickly freshening up, I returned to the bed and stood for a moment looking down at Mark’s sleeping form. In the few moments I had been gone, he had rolled over towards the edge of the mattress with one arm now sprawled above his head.

  Two weeks ago when I stood in this very spot, I made the mistake of slipping into my dress and out the door instead of back under the sheets. I considered for a brief moment simply waiting out of Mark’s field of vision to see the expression on his face when he awoke if he thought I had slipped out again. Instead I decided to take advantage of the position Mark now occupied on the bed. The proximity of his right arm to the headboard made it easy to slip the still dangling handcuff over his wrist and snap it closed.

  As Mark struggled from his slumber, I was able to secure his right ankle as well. He definitely looked a little disoriented to awake so suddenly and be restrained to the bed.

  Pulling at the handcuffs that secured him to the bed, Mark glanced at me standing there naked in front of him. “Good morning, Summer. That is a lovely outfit you are wearing. Might I possibly inquire as to why I am wearing these metal bracelets?”

  “To paraphrase what you said last night, don’t make me add a gag to the plans this morning,” I said with a grin.

  Mark looked at me for a moment before he responded. “What did you say last night? Release me and I’ll lend you a hand or two?”

  “I’m afraid your hands and other limbs are going to be otherwise detained for awhile.” He put up no resistance as I maneuvered his remaining wrist and ankle to the dangling cuffs. When he was completely secured to the bed, I sat down next to him and leaned close. My naked breasts brushed against his chest I as leaned close and kissed him on the lips.

  I retrieved the blindfold from the nightstand and slipped it over his head. Pulling off the covers as I stood, it was evident he enjoyed the direction the morning was taking. I thought I had awoken fairly early and I was certainly not that well versed in Egyptian astronomy, but Mark’s built in sundial seemed to be indicating it was approaching high noon.

  Reaching down I stroked one long nail carefully along his swollen member, causing a subtle shift in his hips.

  “I want you to lay there and picture what I am going to do to you for a little while, or at least until I go get a digital camera to capture this Kodak moment,” I said as I grabbed my dress from the nearby chair.

  Slipping the dress over my head, I decided to leave my heels behind instead of risking another possible broken ankle.

  “I want to be able to truly enjoy the rest of the day with you, so I think I am going to run home quickly and get a change of clothes. Don’t go anywhere,” I said with a smile. “I’ll leave you with the handcuff key just in case I have a tragic elevator accident or something.” I took the key and red ribbon from the nightstand and tied it lightly around the base of his swollen cock.

  Mark sputtered a bit in his haste as he tried to get out the words. “Wait! Don’t leave me here like this. Unlock me and I’ll go with you.”

  “I have you right where I want you,” I responded. “Ask nicely when I get back and we can talk about getting you your own safe word.” I was grinning from ear to ear now, and I’m sure he could hear the humorous timbre in my voice.

  Mark did not seem to be joining me in my good humor.

  “Think ab
out what I plan on doing to you when I get back,” I said. “And don’t worry – I’ll drive carefully.” Making sure that Mark could hear them jingle, I lifted the car keys from my handbag.

  Grabbing the room key and one other item from the room’s dresser, I ignored Mark’s faint plea to be let loose and slipped out the door.

  1

  The truth of the situation was that I was not actually going anywhere. While I made sure Mark heard the jingle of my car keys, I left them behind in the room. I wanted him to sweat about it for a few minutes and feel perhaps an iota of what it felt like to lose control.

  Ignoring the elevator, I walked down the hall until I found the ice machine and filled the bucket I had taken from the dresser. Walking back to the room, I waited outside for an agonizingly slow five minutes.

  I was counting on the fact that at least a few minutes ago Mark’s blood flow had been directed away from the larger of his two heads. He probably was not thinking too clearly having been awoken early to find himself handcuffed to the bed. If I could keep from spoiling it by laughing, the next few moments should prove fairly memorable.

  I knocked on the door as I slipped the room key into the slot. I cracked open the door and affected a slight accent as I called out. “Housekeeping. I can come clean room?”

  As I pushed the door open completely and entered the room again, I could hear Mark quite clearly.

  “No! No room cleaning this morning, please. Do not come in, I’m not decent.” Mark sounded a little frantic and I could hear the handcuffs rustling as he attempted in vain to twist free.

  I stopped about halfway to the bed and gasped loudly. Calling on some extremely rusty and long neglected high school Spanish, I called out in surprise. “Ay! Dios Mio! Señor, que es grande!”