by Terry Towers
“Uh-huh.” He lowered himself to his knees before me, undoing my jeans as his lips drifted across my stomach. The impulse became too strong. Grabbing his head, I pushed him down lowers.
“No. No. Not yet. This is a freebie.” He looked up, removing my hands from him and pinning them behind my back as he stood, our gazes locking. “So we do it my way.”
His comment sent another surge of desire through me, and I gyrated against him, the action causing my jeans to fall to the floor. “Xander…”
Abruptly, he took a step back and motioned toward me. “Remove your bra and panties and lay onto the bed.”
I hesitated. Fuck, was I about to get myself in over my head.
“Now, Miss Evans, or I’ll make you beg even longer than I intend to before I give you my cock. Move too slow, and you’ll get punished.”
My gaze dipped to his dick, and I decided to play my part, or at least attempt to play it to the best of my ability. “Yes, Sir.” Quickly, I rid myself of my bra and panties, then slid onto the bed. As I crawled up the length of the bed, I felt a slap on my ass.
“Ouch!” It didn’t hurt as much as it surprised me. Flopping onto my stomach, I flipped to my back and glared up at him, even though I really wasn’t upset with him. “What was that for?”
“You weren’t moving into positon quick enough, babes.”
A laugh escaped me, and I gave my head a little shake, positioning my arms and legs so that I was in a human X position, waiting for him to restrain me.
“Now that’s much better.” He walked over to the side of the bed, leaned down and kissed my mound. Moaning, I bucked up against his mouth.
“Mmm. Yes, please.”
“Nope.” With a quick flick of his wrist he gave my pussy a little slap.
Oh sweet fuck, that felt good! “Again.”
“Greedy, aren’t we?” Without another word, he went about securing me to the bed, giving me just enough slack that I could move and squirm only a little bit. Once he was done, he took a step back, and his gaze slowly travelled up and down my body. My face flushed a little. His eyes caught mine. “What’s the matter?”
The heat in my cheeks intensified. “A little self-conscious, I guess.” The previous event had been different. I hadn’t been so exposed and looked at so intently.
“Don’t be. A woman as stunning as you should be proud of the beauty of her body, not self-conscious.”
I didn’t respond.
He palmed my breast closest to him and tweaked the large, dark nipple, turning it into a long, hardened nub and sending spikes of pleasure through me. “Ready?” He switched to the other breast, teasing the nipple as he had the first, then pinching it until the pleasure hit the brink of pain. I cried out. Yes! No! Oh god!
Giving me a wink, he released my nipple. Slowly walking to the edge of the bed, his fingertips lightly grazed my skin, down my leg and to my ankle. At the foot of the bed, he picked up the headphones and blindfold. “Okay, this is how this will work. I’m going to blindfold you and put this headset on over your ears so you won’t know what I’m doing, and you’ll be able to focus on the anticipation and pleasure.
Coming back around, he stood at the side of the bed by my head, his dick jutting out, mere inches from my mouth. The first thing he placed on me was the blindfold, a cloth made of a soft flannel type of material, over my eyes and plunging me into darkness. “Now, most doms like to put their subs in complete silence, but I prefer music. In my experience, music amplifies the experience.
How often does he do this? The question popped up in my mind, but I pushed the thought back. That was neither my business nor concern. What needed to concern me was the experience, and that’s all. He wasn’t my boyfriend, and he wasn’t the love of my life. His past, present, and future weren’t my business. Period. Well, maybe the present.
“If any of this becomes too much or too uncomfortable for you, then I want you to say ‘stop.’ No fancy safe words, nothing like that. Just ‘stop.’ ”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He tweaked my nipple again, at the perfect point of pleasure and pain, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. His hand left me, and I whimpered a protest that went ignored. The faint sound of music drifted to my ears, a sultry, sexy song that I recognized and liked, but couldn’t quite place. Though I can say that if I hadn’t been in the mood before the music started playing, I’d be well on my way now; it was one of those songs that wrapped you up and pierced your soul.
When the headphones were placed on my ears, it wasn’t so loud as to be distracting, but loud enough that his presence was masked. Even though I couldn’t hear or see him, I could sense his eyes on me—or maybe it was just my imagination. I couldn’t really say for sure either way, to be honest.
The song that had been playing ended, and another started up, and then another. I was in agony, why wasn’t he touching me? How much time had passed? I was on my third song, so I hazarded a guess it was roughly ten minutes. “Xander?”
No verbal answer came, but pretty much immediately after I called out his name, something soft began to move up my leg from my inner ankle and slowly upwards. I squirmed as the anticipation mounted, spreading my legs wider.
A feather. I think it was a feather.
The soft tickling feeling crept further up. In was a mere inch from my pussy when it was pulled away. I groaned out loud. Then the feeling was back again, this time moving back and forth over my hardened nipples, first one then the other and back again. I was dying, needing more of a solid feeling.
“Xander?”
The feathery feeling stopped, and again I waited. My pussy had grown increasingly wet and the cool air teasing my exposed pussy only made it more torturous. One song passed and he was back. His weight shifted me on the mattress as he straddled me. Just when I was going to ask him what new form of pleasure he had in mind for me, it began. Ice and his lips. It took me a moment to realize he was holding the ice cube between his teeth as he moved it along my skin. My god, the contrast of hot and cold over and over was so good.
I gasped and shuddered when the ice moved over the top of my breast and to my nipple. Around and around my rock-hard nipples the ice and his lips moved. I pulled at my restraints, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to pull his body tight down to mine and force him deep within me.
“Please, please, please. Xander.” My pleas came out in one rush of breath.
He stopped the sweet torture of my nipples and began to move his ice and mouth combination down my stomach, leaving a trail of water in its wake. I bucked against him, my core becoming more and more needy with each passing second. Lower and lower, until the ice was at my mound. With a yelp, I once more squirmed, but couldn’t get away.
Spreading my pussy lips, the ice slipped along my slit, the water from the melting cube running down the crack of my bottom leaving a small damp water spot under me.
“I need you. Ohmygod, I need you so much!” My hands balled into fists as I struggled against my binds with more effort than I’d put in before.
Xander pressed the cube at my entrance. Oh fuck! Oh god, oh god, oh god. It was so cold and felt so foreign as he used his tongue to slip it deep within me. I wished I could hear him, see him, touch him. Tears sprung to my eyes due to the frustration as my stomach knotted, needing a release. While the cube began its slow melt inside me, his tongue moved back up to my clit. One flick. One fucking flick of his tongue against my swollen clit was all I needed. I cried out as my core clenched, tightening around the intrusive cube, and then immediately released. The ride of pleasure was so sweet but I didn’t have time to indulge in my release as his tongue and teeth continued to work my clit while his fingers probed at my back entrance.
It was too much. I wasn’t ready to climb the summit again, but he didn’t seem to care. He was taking me on the journey a second time, this one coming much more rapidly than the first. The word ‘stop’ was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Desp
ite how on edge I was, I was greedy for more. Greedy for the next orgasm that was well on its way.
“Take me, please! I need to touch you.” My fingers clutched tighter at the sheet under me. The music still played in the headphones, but I was so wrapped up in the pleasure that I couldn’t focus on the song. Xander, just Xander. The only thing that was relevant in the world for me at the current moment was him, us, the pleasure.
I was coming. Oh god, again.
But just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, it stopped. My entire body froze. I blinked behind the dark blindfold. Where’d he go? What was going on?
“Xander? What are you doing?” Blast these damn headphones, I couldn’t hear him if he did respond. Shit, shit, shit. I lifted my head from the pillow though I wasn’t sure why; it’s not like it would have helped, but I did it anyhow.
~*~ TT ~*~
Mitchell
“Is Xander with any clients?” I asked the club manager, Sylvia, after giving the club a quick scan and coming up empty.
The manager, a perky redhead who was once the most sought-after escort at the club, looked down at the clipboard she was holding and then shook her head. “Nope. No clients at all today.” She looked at me and frowned. “Shouldn’t you be with a client?”
“Yeah. Well, things didn’t quite go as planned.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“She got a call from someone before anything really started and that was the end of that. I think it was her ex that she was trying to get over or something. Fuck if I know. Can’t say I care either way.”
“In that case I’ll put you on the list of available.”
“Nah. I’m going to go say goodnight to Xander and head home. It’s slow tonight and I’m just not feeling like it.”
She planted her hands on her hips and gave me a hard stare. “What does ‘feeling like it’ have to do with it? Pop a pill and fuck the mediocrity out of your system.”
“I thought it was a valid point.”
“Not if you plan to eventually get out of here and start the life you claim to want.”
Well, shit. She had a point. In truth, I can usually push through anything, but my head wasn’t in the game. My mind was elsewhere, with someone else, which was insane since I’d just met her.
“Just go! I can’t have someone here that isn’t going to give the best service possible.” When I didn’t move immediately, she shooed me off with a wave of her hand. “Go. And my guess is that Xander must be in his room.”
“He’s alone?” I always liked to verify, it was awkward to disturb him when he was with a client.
“Far as I know.” Done with me, she spun and walked away without another look back in my direction.
Alright then. Xander’s room was one of the first on the left-hand side of the corridor. Confident that he was alone, I knocked to announce I was coming in and without waiting for a reply I opened the door and walked in. I didn’t expect to see Xander with someone, and I was surprised to see who it was lying on the bed, writhing in pleasure.
Xander’s head perked up from between her legs, unembarrassed by my interruption. This wasn’t the first time one of us had walked in on someone; call it a hazard of the job. “Hey man.” He slipped off of the bed and wiped his lip with his thumb. “Look who came back.”
“She came back for you?”
“Me. You. Us. Don’t know. You were busy when she came in and we happened to get talking and one thing led to another --”
“And you ended up with your mouth between her legs,” I cut in, more annoyed than I knew I should be.
“You said yourself earlier it’s no big deal. Has something changed?” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
My jaw clenched as I looked down at her. Nothing had changed. Not really. Nothing could ever come of the two of us together anyway, so it really was a non-issue. Though telling myself that and feeling that way were two different things.
“Nope.”
“Then why don’t you join us? Imagine her surprise when she realizes you’re here ready to fuck her, too.”
Yes. No. I tossed both answers around in my head. Just looking down at her, tied up and vulnerable, was putting my cock on high alert. I wanted her. My gaze shifted back to Xander who was already in the process of putting on a condom.
“So, you joining?” Finished putting on the condom, he looked at me and waited. “Yea or nay. I’m good either way. I’ll even let you call what hole you want.”
“Little crude, there.” Despite my words I couldn’t help but grin.
He shrugged.
She would be surprised. A smile crept onto my lips and my stillhard cock jerked at the idea of being inside her again. I wanted her ass. Or maybe I’d have her suck my dick. I took a minute to mull it over my eyes scanning her body head to toe and back again. Beautiful.
My decision made, I walked over to the drawer he kept the condoms and grabbed a packet, tearing it open and rolling one onto myself. “Are you charging her?” I didn’t like the idea of charging her. Normally a job was a job, but after spending the day with her and at the very least establishing a friendship, it didn’t seem right to trade sex for money like some cold business transaction.
“Nope. This was a freebie. I was bored and had a good time chatting with her--”
Again, I cut him off. “One thing led to another.”
“Pretty much.” Xander walked over to the bed and stared down at her. “I have her pretty riled up, she was seconds away from cumming when you walked in.”
I strolled over to the bed and stood at the opposite side as Xander. “I’d love to see her lips around my dick, but considering this is for her I think we should DP her again. She claims she’s a little sore, but we both know how much she liked it.” I cupped her wet mound. She bucked against my hand and then moaned softly, putting a smile on my face. Sliding two fingers along her slit, I dipped them deeply into her, surprised to discover her pussy which had been warm and inviting, was still inviting, but slightly chilled.
“Ice?”
“Ice,” Xander confirmed.
“How did she like it?” I began stroking her G-spot, enjoying the way her breathing accelerated, her chest heaving in and out, her ample breasts jiggling with each intake of air.
“There was no shortage of moans and begging.” Xander began to unbuckle her ankles. “Do you want to keep her arms bound and senses muted?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. Let’s. We can do a missionary DP, if you want to get into position now and I’ll grab the lube. By the way, she mentioned being sore this morning. I don’t want to hurt her so if it looks like she’s hurting, let me know, she may not want to complain.”
Not waiting for an answer, I removed my fingers from her despite a whimper of protest. She moaned Xander’s name. It sent a spike of jealousy through me, but I pushed it down. No need to be jealous.
Opening the dresser drawer, I grabbed a bottle of one of my favourite lubes. It had an agent in it that warmed from the friction. Felt amazing for both parties. Turing back to the bed, I gritted my teeth at the sight of them together. Xander had placed a triangle wedge under her bottom to give more leverage, making it easier for us both to access her, and had her legs doubled over, her ankles nearly to her ears. Damn, that woman was much more flexible than I gave her credit for. I watched as he slowly slid into her pussy and she cried out from the pleasure, begging him to go harder and deeper.
I’ll give her harder and deeper, I thought with a smirk on my lips. I opened the bottle of lube and coated up my sheathed cock as I walked over. Crawling onto the bed, I got behind Xander who was positioned over her and squirted a dollop of lube onto my finger.
“Just give me the word to start moving again, man.” Xander, called to me over his shoulder.
Rubbing my finger to her fully exposed back entrance, I smeared the lube from my finger to the tight bud and gently pressed inward. I heard her gasp and smiled, my cock jerking from the anticipatio
n of being deep within her. The rim of muscle gave way and I added a second finger to the first, working her entrance, stretching her so she could accommodate my girth.
It didn’t take long before her short intakes of breath became throaty moans, signalling to me it was finally time to give her the full me. “I’m sliding into her,” I informed Xander, pressing the tip of my dick against her and gently pushing in. I groaned softly, the amazing feel of her tight ass hugging my shaft as I entered, making it nearly impossible to keep from slamming hard and quick into her. But I managed.
She attempted to squirm away as I pushed the head further into her, but her movements were limited. I paused, giving her time to become accustomed to me. When she stopped attempting to squirm away and instead began pushing against my dick I knew it was time to take her fully.
