by Bliss Devlin
Her arousal leapt up a level, but climax still seemed a frustrating distance away.
"Would you like more stimulation now?" he asked, as if reading her thoughts.
"Please!" Katie thrust her hips upward, begging.
In response, she saw him move the vibrator to his thumb and adjust the control. The pitch went higher. "I've set this to High. That's too much for most people—let me know if you need me to turn it down."
She arched as he moved his hand back between her legs and pushed into her with three fingers, penetrating her with slick ease.
She was so turned on now that she was aching and swollen, and it felt so good when he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, pressing and rubbing, all the while teasing her clit with the vibrator on his thumb.
As promised, the sensations from the little device were exquisitely intense now, making her jump a little every time the collection of buzzing, vibrating spikes brushed her.
She finally she felt herself approaching the edge of climax, and clenched all of her belly muscles, willing it to come with all her strength.
Abruptly, Andras switched off the vibrator and his fingers stilled inside of her.
Why is he stopping now? She looked up at him in confusion and mute protest. "Please, just a little more! I'm so close now," she begged.
He leaned over her, completely in control.
"I know," he said in a hard voice, "And I want you to ask me for permission to come. Call me sir."
"P-please. Sir." She realized she loved this game, stretched out before him, her hands tied and his hand between her legs, controlling her.
"Please...what? Spell it out, Katie. Or I'll stop and walk away." He began to slowly slide his fingers out of her.
What? He's really going to stop now?
"No! No, don't please!" Katie tried to squirm against his retreating hand, seeking to recapture the fingers that had been impaling her so nicely. "Please, I want to come. Sir!"
"Good enough," Andras said. "Now close your eyes and come for me."
Katie obeyed, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt one hand return to her breast, and pinch the nipple with shocking strength. At the same moment, he turned the vibrator back on, pressing it firmly against her clit, and curled his fingers inside her.
It felt like being on a rollercoaster: the long, slow ride to the top, the brief anticipation-filled pause, and then the steep, sudden plunge into free-fall.
Katie threw back her head and gave a muffled scream as she finally climaxed.
Andras expertly drew out her orgasm as she shuddered and bucked under his strong hands, her inner flesh pulsing around his fingers in wave after wave of pleasure.
As she started to come down, he withdrew his fingers and turned the vibrator back down to low, caressing her through the aftershocks with sensual patience.
She felt exhausted and chilled in the aftermath, but so relaxed and so good. And almost too tired to open her eyes.
Andras left for a short while and returned with a blanket. He tucked it around her and stretched out next to her on the sofa,
"You are so beautiful and so perfect. I loved touching you and playing with you, and learning what you need," he said, embracing her and gently kissing her eyelids, her mouth, her cheeks, and nuzzling her neck.
"But you didn't get to come," Katie said, feeling guilty. She reached out and pressed her hand against his unrelieved erection. "No one's ever—I mean, I would really love it if you fucked me, Andras. Or maybe I can give you a blow job?"
"Oh, I got more than I expected, believe me," he said, his voice rumbling where her ear was pressed to his chest.
He took her hand and gently but firmly moved it away from his groin.
"But—"
He overrode her. "Now that we've established that there's absolutely nothing wrong with your sexual response, for our next date, I'd like to spend some more time exploring your responses."
Exploration sounded fun. What other little surprises did he have in store for her? She couldn't wait.
"Will you fuck me next time? I'm ready, I know I am," she begged.
He shook his head. "Patience, Katie. You agreed to submit to me, remember? I make the rules, and I'll let you know when."
He kissed her, his mouth hot against her chilled skin. "Speaking of rules, I want to remind you: absolutely no orgasms until I see you again."
"What happens if I break that rule? Accidentally, I mean," Katie asked.
"Accidentally?" He chuckled. "What does that mean, exactly? You think you might accidentally slip and fall on top of your vibrator? The one that's supposed to be locked away?"
"Well, I could be cleaning house, and..." Katie couldn't help laughing at his expression. "Okay, lame scenario. I get it."
Andras continued, serious now "In that case, I'll give you a choice: either we don't see each other again, or you accept a punishment of my choosing, and we continue. Do you understand?"
She nodded. "I'll be good, because I definitely want to see you again. You're amazing."
"And a keeper?" he teased.
"Definitely a keeper," she assured him, pressing herself against him. "So, when can I see you again?"
He'd just given her the best sex she had ever had, and, as promised, he hadn't even removed her underwear or any of his own clothes!
She wasn't sure she could survive full naked contact with him, but she was willing to try.
"Thank you." He chuckled. "How about Saturday night? At Bari-uma around 7:00 p.m.? Do you like sushi?"
"Love it," she assured him.
2. Katie is Tied in Knots
The Bellow! project team meeting seemed to last forever this week. Finally released from captivity, Amanda strode out of the conference room before anyone could collar her with another asinine question. She headed downstairs and outside.
She called Andras as soon as she reached the privacy in the office building's courtyard.
She didn't bother with a greeting when he answered.
"You know," she said, trying to sound stern, "I'm going to hold you responsible if Katie misses her deadline to deliver that new set of corporate logos to Bellow! And they're our only real client right now."
"Oh?" Her brother was purring, damn him!
"She's spent the day so far being horribly distracted. My darling, hard-working, super-focused little graphic artist genius is currently sitting at her desk with a vacuous smile, and staring out the window. She is freaking glowing, Andras! What on earth did you do?"
"You're seriously asking an incubus that question?" He laughed, the rat bastard. "What has she told you?"
Amanda sighed. "As if your ego needs even more feeding! She thinks you're wonderful and amazing, and has been singing your praises non-stop. I swear, if I weren't related to you , and hadn't actually known you all my life, I'd think about trying to steal you from her."
"She told me I was a keeper." Andras sounded like he was savoring the word like a sip of fine Cognac. "And then proposed marriage. Granted, it was in the middle of a foot rub, which often incites false passion—"
"I hate you. You know that, right?" Amanda was suddenly sorry she'd called. She briefly contemplated the satisfaction of flinging her iPhone across the courtyard, versus the inconvenience of being without it until she could replace it.
He laughed again. "Then why did you call me? Surely Katie confided in you?"
"No juicy details, alas, just that you are, and I quote, the most wonderful man, and thank you so much for setting us up on that date, Amanda." She realized she sounded bitter.
Andras heard it, too, and the humor left his voice. "Sister mine, what's going on? I thought you'd be happy that things were going well?"
"I am," Amanda said, knowing that she wasn't being rational or fair. "And I'm sorry. It's just—my date last night was another dud."
"I'm sorry," he said, instantly. He'd always had the gift of projecting sympathetic warmth, and it was even sincere.
"I'm so lonely, Andras,"
she told him. "I thought I'd have better luck in this city, with all these young, bright, energetic people. But none of them have the right kind of aura. I feel like I'm going to starve to death before I meet someone who can be my philtatos or philtata. And to hear that you might have found a philtata candidate right on your first real date after Yoshiko...it's unfair!" She blew out her breath. "I know I'm being petty. And I'm sorry. I'm glad things are going so well for you, really I am. It just reminds me what's missing in my own life, that's all."
"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well," Andras quoted gently. "Have you thought about working as a professional dominatrix again? Perhaps establishing a Temple of Lilith here? That might bring you...well, if not a philtatos, at least a stable of regular clients."
"I could," she agreed, unenthusiastically. "But I don't want to. I want—I want what you have!" She paused. "Lost gods, I sound like a petulant child. It's not very becoming."
"What I've had," Andras reminded her, "is two successful dates so far. That's promising, yes, but a long way from being known for what truly I am, and having a mortal agree to take the philtatos oath to me."
"Katie is special," Amanda said. "I can sense it."
* * *
"You really don't like sushi, do you?" Andras asked two nights later, eying Katie's order. "I would have happily taken you to another restaurant. What happened to honesty?"
She bit her lip, embarrassed, and looked down at the large square plate, which held a selection of California roll, grilled eel nigiri, cooked crab maki, and tempura shrimp maki.
"I like sushi!" she protested. "Just not, uh, the raw kind."
At least that made him laugh.
"But, seriously, you have to like sushi in this city," Katie continued. "It's practically a law, especially if you work in high tech. People look at you funny if you tell them you don't like raw fish." She wrinkled her nose. "And it's really expensive for what you get. Back home, I could get a steak larger than your head, with all the trimmings, for the cost of these teeny portions. And by the way, I'm going to be hungry again in about three hours."
Andras laughed again.
He had ordered the sashimi platter, and his plate was covered with a nest of julienned Japanese radish, over which slices of raw fish in colors ranging from translucent white to deep blood-red had been artistically arranged. He had been dipping the pieces of fish into a mixture of soy sauce and wasabi, and eating them with every evidence of enjoyment.
"I'll keep that in mind, and promise to make you a snack once I've had my wicked way with you," he said, his voice suddenly sounding very sexy. "There might even be chocolate."
"You're just trying to make me beg for it, aren't you?" She grinned at him.
Being had by him in a wicked way sounded very promising.
He responded with a slow smile that did funny things to her chest and regions further south. "Oh, I'll have you begging. No trying about it." He leaned across the table, and lowered his voice. "You know how everyone's got a special talent? Making a beautiful woman beg is mine."
"Well, congratulations, you've got the supermodels covered, then," she riposted. "But what about the rest of us? You know, the reasonably good-looking but not gorgeous contingent? Is that why you keep the chocolate in reserve?"
He looked genuinely taken aback. Oops. She'd been aiming for funny, hoping to get him to laugh again. He was utterly gorgeous when he laughed, and he didn't do it often enough.
"You don't think you're beautiful?" he asked, completely serious now. "Because, Katie, you are." He took her hand, and kissed it.
"I don't—" she began to demur.
"And you're especially beautiful when you're turned on and gasping out the phrase please, sir." The sexy smile returned. "I liked that part. A lot. And I look forward to a repeat shortly, perhaps with full frontal nudity this time."
She squirmed in her chair, the memory of their last date bringing a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks and the pit of her belly.
Suddenly, she wasn't hungry any more. At least not for her sushi.
"Finish your dinner," he ordered. His lips quirked as he added: "And I'll give you a nice surprise."
Katie abandoned her chopsticks and picked up a slice of California roll with her fingers. "You are such a tease."
* * *
Back at his loft, Andras took Katie's hand, lacing his fingers through hers, and led her upstairs to his bed.
She followed willingly, a pleasantly-nervous flutter in her stomach as she wondered what he had in store for her.
Could he make her climax again? Or had their last date been a freak occurrence?
Was he going to get naked for her?
Was he going to fuck her?
Then most of her ability to think straight vanished when he slid his hands in her hair, and bent to kiss her mouth with delightful thoroughness, building a slow burn between her legs.
"I'm going to remove every stitch of your clothing now. Step out of your shoes, then don't move," he murmured, and she obeyed, feeling a frisson of excitement.
He unzipped her cute floral-print dress and slowly drew it over her head.
Underneath it, she was wearing another one of her special purchases from Coup de Foudre. Katie liked it that Andras stopped to admire the effect before slowly running his hands down her neck, over her shoulders, and over her breasts.
He cupped them in his hands for a long moment before expertly undoing the tiny front fastening, opening her bra like a precious book before sliding it off her shoulders.
"Beautiful." He studied her breasts with open admiration, then bent and gently blew over them.
Her nipples stiffened in response. They had been pleasantly sensitive the day following their last date, and Katy had found herself discreetly brushing her fingertips over them from time to time during the day, enjoying the small shock of pleasure each time she did so.
She thrust her chest out a little under his scrutiny, hoping he would touch her. He smiled at this, and brushed a frustrating, feather-light kiss over the tip of each breast as he slid his hands with tantalizing slowness down her waist to her hips. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her pretty, lacy panties.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled them down, sinking to one knee, caressing the length of her legs. When they reached her ankles, Katie stepped out of her panties.
Andras remained on his knees, putting his hands back on her hips. He kissed her bare belly and she shivered with anticipation.
"Open your legs for me," he said.
Katie obeyed, and was rewarded by a teasing puff of air over her sensitive folds before he rose to his feet again.
He kissed her softly. "I want to tie you up," he told her, between kisses. "And then I want to play with you until you're moaning and screaming because you simply cannot help yourself, until you're begging me to let you come."
A deep shiver moved through her at his words. "That sounds wonderful," Katie said.
"Just wait," Andras promised. "Now, get on the bed, and lay face-up, with your arms and legs outstretched.
The deep copper coverlet felt cool and silky against her bare skin as she followed his directions.
The shiver of excitement returned when he produced lengths of soft rope, and expertly tied her hands and legs to the bedposts.
"Not too tight?" he asked when he was finished.
"Nope," she confirmed, smiling up at him. Feeling thrillingly exposed and utterly helpless, she gave her bindings an experimental tug. He could do anything to her now, and she wouldn't be able to stop him.
Katie realized she should be questioning her decision to trust him with this on their third date. Instead, the slow pulse of arousal began throbbing between her legs.
"You'll inform me immediately if your hands or feet begin to feel like they're falling asleep or going numb," Andras said.
"Yes...sir," she added, teasingly.
"I really like when you call me that," he purred, "espec
ially when you're naked and at my mercy." He picked up a pillow and slipped it under her hips, raising them.
"How do you feel?" he asked, checking the tension on the ropes again.
"Like a sacrificial offering to the God of Sex," she answered.
He rewarded her with a chuckle. "Well, now, I see you have high expectations. I'll do my best to live up to them."
With that, he bent, and picked up something from the floor. She saw he was holding a large tray, covered with a towel, which he placed on the bed within easy reach.
Katie craned her head as he folded back the towel, and swallowed hard.
Arranged on the tray was an impressive collection of vibrators in all shapes and sizes, ranging from smooth, slender curved wands to interestingly-shaped and textured items, to a giant, super-realistic cock molded from soft flesh-colored silicone, bulging with swollen veins.
She eyed the impressive girth of that last item a little nervously, wondering how it could possibly fit inside her.
"Remember, you're allowed to tell me if you don't like something I do to you," he said, hefting the intimidating-looking dildo.
"O-okay." She bit her lip, suddenly nervous.
"Seriously now," said Andras, leaning over her to look her in the eye. The fact that he was still dressed while she was naked and spread-eagled made her arousal flare up another notch. "Same safe words as last time: green, yellow, red. Use red only if you're in real distress. Do you understand?
Katie nodded. "Yes, sir."
If you say red, I will immediately stop what I'm doing, check to see that you're all right, and then either send you home or take you to the hospital."
That gave Katie pause, tied up and helpless as she was. "Have you ever had to take anyone to the hospital doing, uh, whatever it is you have planned?"
"No," he said, flatly. "But you need to understand how seriously I take safe words."
She nodded.
"Good." He picked up the first vibrator, a heavy duty item with a long electrical cord and a large round head. "Now, while you did not exactly lie to me, you did mislead me about you really felt about sushi."
"Um," she said, as he loomed over her.
