by Holly Stone
Then it was dark.
I could hear Andrew breathing and sense him next to me. His position was confirmed when he dragged dining chairs away from the table to make my body more accessible.
I felt wired, as though all my nerves were on high alert for any kind of stimulation and the ones on my face came alive as he pressed downy-soft kisses along my cheekbones and across my lips. “God, your freckles,” he said, kissing the bridge of my nose where they were most prominent. “And your lips. They’re so sexy.” His tongue licked at the inside of my top lip and I opened my mouth to seek out his tongue with mine, but he wasn’t close anymore. Breath gusted against my armpit and I felt him inhale. “The way you smell makes me so fucking hard,” he said, licking up the side of my breast, nuzzling it with his nose. “Your skin is so soft and perfect…I just want to mark you.” He bit down on the side of my breast and I flinched, more from the shock than the pain. There was a warm swipe of tongue against my nipple and then the cool air pinched it erect. Andrew bit there too and I arched my back at the sensation, drawing my hands down instinctively to cover myself but he forced them back over my head. “Keep them there,” he said gruffly, tweaking my other nipple then rolling it hard between his thumb and finger. “Are you getting wet, Rebecca? Are you thinking about me fucking you? Or maybe slipping my tongue into your pussy? Is that what you want?”
It was exactly what I wanted. Every last dirty word but I couldn’t admit it to him. It was too much. It would have left me feeling too raw, too open, so I shook my head.
“Let’s see what your pussy says, shall we?” he whispered against my ear, and then his soft footsteps moved further away. I felt his hot hands on my knees, pressing for me to open them but I kept them firmly closed. With the blindfold on I couldn’t see what I looked like to him and the resulting vulnerability was an uncomfortable sensation. His hands didn’t force but instead slipped up my thighs until they were spread over my hips, thumbs pressing inwards into the crease at the top of my legs. Folding his fingers into the top of my panties, he ran them over the soft hair of my pussy, stroking backwards and forwards in a rhythm that was maddening gentle. He kissed the spot where my thighs were pressed together, slipping his tongue between them, licking lazily, and then moved to press his mouth over the fabric of my knickers. It felt like he laid his face there for a few seconds, resting over my most private place. “Baby,” he whispered. “Open your legs. Let me see your pussy. Let me in.”
I moaned and writhed as he parted my legs so slowly it almost felt as though it was happening to someone else. “Keep them bent,” he said, putting them in the position he wanted, feet about two-foot apart, killer heels resting against the table. I panicked about scratching the surface but then thought that he probably had a French polisher on retainer.
“You’re so wet.” The press of his finger against my opening was maddeningly soft through the damp fabric of my knickers. He traced either side and it was as though he was delaying the pleasure, taking his time to savour before getting to the rest.
“Touch me,” I said, breathily.
“I am, baby, I am,” he said, with a smile in his voice. He liked making me wait.
I could hear him moving, and then felt the press of his tongue on my clit, wetting the fabric as it moved against me. “How much do you want me to move this little slip of fabric to the side?”
I shook my head, refusing to beg him.
“I could easily just pull these little white panties out of the way and slip my tongue between your pussy lips…lick up and down until you come against me. It would feel so good wouldn’t it?” He said, pressing slightly against my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned. “Just do it.”
“Beg me.”
“No,” I said, trying to pull my legs together but his body was pressed between them and then his hands forced them back into the position he wanted them in. “I won’t fucking beg. If you want to do it, just do it, otherwise, let me up.”
Andrew was quiet for a while and I strained to hear what he was doing. I wanted to see his face but I was still blindfolded. I could imagine what he looked like, the furrow between his brows, the flash of anger in his eyes, but I didn’t give a shit. I might like the bindings and a little bit of teasing but I wasn’t going to beg anyone to fuck me. Not even Andrew Costner.
I thought he was going to tell me to leave because I wasn’t playing his game but he surprised me by pulling off my panties and sucking hard on my clit. I was so on edge I almost came just from that, but then he pulled away and I heard his footsteps coming closer to my head.
“So you don’t like to beg, Miss Radley. Well, maybe I have another use for your mouth.”
His fingers pushed into my hair, tugging me closer to the edge of the table and turning my face to the side, and then his finger ran along the seam of my lips. “Open your mouth, Rebecca. I’m going to put my dick between those pretty lips.” He probed his way into my mouth and then his finger retreated to be replaced by the hot smooth head of his cock. He didn’t push in far, just held it inside my lips using his hand to stroke the rest. “You have no idea how fucking good you look with your mouth around my cock. Lick it, baby. Let me feel that tongue.” I did as he asked, tasting his arousal, feeling utterly owned by this man who had bound me and was now using my face to satisfy his lust.
The hand in my hair grasped me and moved my head slowly back and forth, his other hand bumping against my chin as he pulled himself faster. “Oh yeah.” His voice was strained and I loved hearing him lost in what he was doing to me and what I was doing to him. “You know, when I saw you on LinkedIn the first thing I noticed was your lips and the first dirty thought I had about you was about this. Not quite in this position. I had you on your knees…oh, like that…fuck…I had you on your knees with your arms tied behind your back and my hand was grasping your hair. I was hard under my desk at work.” Andrew was trying to sound like a man in control but his voice didn’t sound like his own anymore and I could taste he was getting closer. I wondered if he was going to finish in my mouth, something I’d never been keen on. When my jaw was aching and the roots of my hair sensitive he pulled away, then his mouth was on mine and his hands groped my tits.
“You have no idea how amazing you look. I could keep you here like this all afternoon, spread out like the best kind of buffet.”
“Are you going to keep torturing me?”
“Is that what it feels like?”
“Do you like playing with me, Andrew?” I said, wanting to understand him better.
“I love playing with you Rebecca. But I’m not going to play anymore.”
I was left laid out on the table for what felt like several minutes. I contemplated removing the blindfold but worried that it would break the spell that Andrew had woven and destroy the fragile link between us. I wanted him to finish the game and then I was going to go back to my hotel to dust myself off and get ready for my flight in the morning. That was the plan; the best way to limit emotions getting too involved.
I felt him kiss my left ankle and jerked violently, the sensation shocking after so much waiting.
“I’m going to pick you up Rebecca.”
His arms around me were strong, and I snuggled against his chest as he walked me across the room, lowered me onto the softness of his sofa. “Can I take the blindfold off now?” I asked, and he pulled it up, peering into my face while I blinked against the bright light.
“You don’t like the dark?”
“It’s not that. I like to look at you.” Andrew grinned lopsidedly. “Can you get a condom on that cock and get on in here,” I said, laughing at his expression.
“I guess you must be tired of all the delayed gratification!”
“Something like that!” I said, spreading my legs so he could get between them. He had a condom in his hand that he tore open and rolled over himself with slow concentration. His eyes were heavy with lust by the time he looked up.
Andrew leaned over me, putting one hand next to
my head, bearing his weight while the other held his cock. He probed my pussy with drawn out deliberation, up and over my clit and then down to gather my wetness. The head of his cock was hot and blunt; maddeningly perfect pressure. When I finally pressed forward, he entered me slowly, obviously conscious of my soreness from the night before. Even though I was wet, his cock was so big that it burnt all the way in. His eyes were fixed on the action and mine were fixed on his shoulder that seemed to be trembling. I wondered what it felt like to show restraint when all you wanted was to forge ahead. When he was all the way his eyes flicked to mine. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I breathed.
“I’ll go easy,” he said, getting right over me and kissing my mouth, holding my hands up above my head. Andrew started to move and each thrust was perfect pleasure with a slice of pain. He rotated his hips, pressing up and to the side with each passing, rubbing against my clit until I was bucking against his hips, pulling against his hands and licking into his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned out, already sounding like he might be on the edge of losing it. One of his hands moved to pinch my nipple and he pulled back to look at me, eyes so green they looked like bottle glass worn smooth by the sea. I don’t know what he saw in my gaze but he pressed his face into my neck and put his arms underneath me, holding me against him tightly. It felt so good to be held. I’d missed that kind of affection. Wanting him as close as I could get him, I clutched my legs around his arse as he started fucking harder. Each thrust knocked air from my lungs, the sound echoing around us and interspersed with his harsh breaths.
Sensations coiled low in my belly; pleasure and tenderness too. I didn’t understand why. Or maybe I just didn’t trust my own feelings. In my experience, women were always more emotionally invested in sex than men. Maybe it’s a hormone thing. I remember my mum saying it’s because we take someone else physically inside ourselves so a little bit of emotion always slides in there too.
Andrew’s movements, the in and out, were driving me closer but something was missing. His voice had been the thing that had gotten to me the most the night before. “Talk to me,” I said, wanting to hear his words in my ear, his perfectly dirty thoughts to stroke my mind.
When he did I wasn’t disappointed. “Baby, you feel so good,” he breathed against my neck. “Your pussy is so tight and wet and I can feel it clenching…you’re nearly there, aren’t you? You gonna come, baby? You gonna take everything from me? Fuck Rebecca…I want to feel it, baby. Come on, give it to me.”
It was the sound of his voice that took me over the edge and as I came I felt him swell and pulse inside me, his body stiffening as he found his own oblivion. I was lost in my own pleasure, toes painfully curled in my shoes, legs straight against the sofa, but when I slipped back into reality I realised my arms were around him, holding him close even though my wrists were still bound. Andrew kissed against my neck, along my jaw and then pushed up onto his hands, looking down at me, nuzzling my nose with his.
“Oh, baby,” he said, smiling. “I fucking needed that.”
I grinned up at him, feeling bloody happy as the sex euphoria clouded my mind with contentment that didn’t fit with our situation.
Then I heard clapping.
Andrews head snapped up to the staircase and he swore under his breath.
As I looked over his shoulder I could see a man at the top of the stairs. “Nice show you put on, Andrew. Nothing quite like some live-action fucking to get me hot.”
“Oh my God,” I said, absolutely horrified.
“Get up the goddamn stairs, George,” Andrew shouted and then looked down at me with wide eyes.
“Get off me,” I barked through gritted teeth, shoving him with my bound hands, trembling with anger and embarrassment. Andrew started to rise up and I scrambled out from beneath him, tugging at the bindings on my wrists until the stitches split and I managed to get one hand out. I threw the tie to the floor and ran from the sofa grabbing my clothes and pulling them on as quickly as I could, face hot and throat burning with tears I was struggling to hold onto.
“I didn’t know he was here.” Andrew said, from behind me as he pulled on his own underwear.
I couldn’t reply. I didn’t trust myself to be able to talk without letting those tears spill and the last thing I wanted to do was cry. I’d just got myself out of a hideously miserable phase and I wasn’t about to go back there again. I was so furious with him for exposing me but most of all I was furious that I’d allowed myself to get dragged into something where I risked my feelings again. I just wasn’t tough enough to keep taking all the bullshit that seemed to keep rolling down the hill towards me. I didn’t bother tucking in my blouse before I grabbed up my bags and started towards the door.
“Rebecca, don’t go like this,” Andrew said, walking behind me. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. Me too, Andrew. Me too.”
Then I left and didn’t look back.
ANDREW
Rebecca left in a fit of anger and embarrassment and I stood and watched her leave like an impotent idiot. When the door closed I took the stairs two at a time to find my brother lounging on a loveseat in the upstairs hallway, reading a magazine.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“What? I can’t drop in to see my little brother anymore,” he said, grinning and chucking his reading material on the seat next to him. “I’ve got to say, I got to see a lot more of you than I expected. That was quite a show you put on with little miss ‘talk to me’. She likes your filthy mouth doesn’t she?”
“Fuck you, George. That was not fucking acceptable. You humiliated her.”
“I think you did a good job of that on your own Andrew. I had no idea you were such a kinky asshole.”
I ran my hands over my face in exasperation. My brother was a nosy son of a bitch with zero discretion. It was very likely that my private life wouldn’t be all that private in a few days. Speculation about my predilections could have an impact on BGP and that wouldn’t be good, especially if the gossip came from a ‘reputable source’. I could see the headlines. Worse still it could have an impact on Rebecca. .
“I want my key back. And I want you to promise you will keep this to yourself. You might think that it’s fun to spread what you’ve seen but if it connected back to her I would be very unhappy.”
“I don’t know what to say.” George grinned dangerously. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you concerned about a woman’s feelings since Adrianna. Is it her little girlie panties that have you all hot under the collar or her willingness to let you tie her up?”
The mention of Adrianna made my blood run cold. No one had spoken her name in my presence for six years and hearing it was like a shard of glass to my heart.
“This wasn’t a serious thing but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be a gentleman. The concept might be foreign to you George but it isn’t to me.”
“Oh fuck off, Andrew you sanctimonious prick. I’ll keep your dirty little secrets but I’m not gonna give your key back. I like having a crash pad whenever I’m in the peachy state, which isn’t very often by the way, and look at the kind of welcome I get when I’m here.”
“Don’t try and guilt trip me, George! I’m not the nasty little voyeur who really overstepped here. Now, I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going out to try to fix the mess you made.”
I stormed towards my bedroom and straight through into the bathroom, turning on the shower and tugging off my boxers furiously. The condom I’d been wearing was still hanging onto my dick but my cum had leaked all over the place. The whole thing was a fucking mess. I balled it all up and threw it in the trash, then stepped into the steaming water and scrubbed hard at myself, annoyed as fuck.
Rebecca had walked away without hearing me out and it bugged the hell out of me. I could understand the embarrassment, I mean, it’s not like I was particularly happy that my brother had been looking at my naked ass in full thrust-action. But the look
in her eyes told me she thought I knew. She’d really believed I’d set it up.
People have said a lot of shit about me over the years. I have a PR team at BGP who search out and destroy most of it before it ever hits the news sites. I’ve had a lot of casual sex with a lot of women but never at the expense of their feelings. I always made sure that they knew what they were letting themselves in for, and mostly I only fuck once, maybe twice before moving on. Three times seems to be when women really start to get attached. I wasn’t intending for things with Rebecca to progress much past our simultaneous orgasms but I never wanted her to leave with tears in her eyes.
Shampoo thoroughly washed from my hair and body clean, I towelled off and grabbed my sweats from the closet. Dressed and with some wax in my hair, I jogged down the stairs and picked up the keys to my most ordinary car, a Volvo XE60. I loved the high driving position and the fact that no one seemed to notice me in a relatively ordinary SUV. The heavily tinted windows helped of course. In the parking garage I walked past my five other cars, looking longingly at my favourite; a black McLaren F1 that I loved driving but drew way too much attention.
There was traffic on the way to the hotel and I was antsy and frustrated at the delay. When I finally pulled into the lot, I was out of the car and through the lobby like a shot. The journey in the elevator was tediously slow and when it finally arrived on Rebecca’s floor I found myself jogging down the hallway. My heart was beating, not from the exercise but from anticipation. I had no doubt there was going to be a confrontation before a resolution but I was shocked at how much I cared about getting through to that point. The look on her face as she left flashed before my eyes, the hurt. I’d seen sadness in her eyes in the bar and in her hotel room and I hated to think I’d added to whatever pain she already had. I’d promised to make it good for her. I’d told her there was no risk. George had made a liar of me.
