by K E Osborn
“Oh God, Nate, I didn’t expect that. That’s really serious.”
“That’s how serious I am, Ria. I’m not a cheater, never have been, never will be. Please don’t cry.”
I sniff and take a deep breath calming myself down. “Do you think you might want to come over?”
“I’m already on my way, I’m about five minutes out.”
Opening my eyes wide, I smile. “You’re driving?”
“I started when you admitted you were scared. I had a feeling you might need me by the tone the conversation was heading… though I didn’t see it heading quite this way. I can tell you I can’t stop grinning right now.”
“Really?”
“Like the fucking Cheshire cat, baby.”
I giggle wiping my eyes. “You’re way too good to me.”
He laughs. “I know, but you’re worth it. You’re giving a chance to a drummer who can’t read, that’s pretty amazing of you, too.”
“You’re worth it, Nate. You’re so worth it.”
He pauses for a moment. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”
My stomach sinks at just how badly Nate has been treated in his life, and I was only adding to the misery he was feeling. “Well, get prepared to hear it a hell of a lot more from now on.”
“Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me, Ria. You’ve literally changed my world.”
I smile thinking about how before we met he could barely read a few words, now he can string a few words together forming sentences and even write a few with my help. I’m so glad I’ve been able to do that for him.
“I think you’re gonna change mine, too.”
“I’m pulling up at the gate.”
“Great. I’ll meet you at the door.”
“K bye…”
Pushing myself up from the sofa, I rush through the house to the front door. I yank it open just in time to see Nate pull up, so I bolt down the steps to greet him. He jumps out of the car and runs to meet me, grabbing and lifting me up, then spins me around. I laugh as I wrap myself around him and lean in kissing him strongly. We both giggle against each other as he walks us back up the steps toward the house and inside closing the door behind us. He heads for the pool house but I stop him and drop from his hold breaking apart from him and reach out for his hand. Nate looks at me raising his eyebrow as I lead him off to the left toward the stairs. He furrows his brows and I smile.
“I think it’s time you see my actual bedroom, don’t you?”
He smiles and nods as we head for the stairs. Our feet move fast as we jog up the plush white carpeted staircase giggling all the way like a couple of teenagers. His hands don’t leave my body as we get to the top turning right and walk into my bedroom.
He stops as we enter and he stares in awe. “Sweet baby Jesus,” he says with a smirk on his face.
I turn to look at him and wince. “You okay?”
He looks down at me and says, “You have a four poster bed…” His grin is going wider and I furrow my brows and tilt my head.
“I do?” I say more like a question wondering why that’s important right now.
He chuckles, wraps his arms around my waist and walks us inside my room as his eyes shift around the walls of my bedroom.
“Your room is… really white,” he says matter-of-factly.
I let out a bemused laugh. “You don’t approve?”
He chuckles. “No, it’s not that… it’s just… for what’s about to happen in here, white seems very… um… angelic. Where I’m going to take you is a little more, south,” he says, his voice dropping to a deep tenor which makes my knees buckle slightly and my heart rate spike up a notch or two.
Chewing on my bottom lip as I clench my thighs together, I glance at him, seeing the hooded lust in his eyes. “What’s going through your mind right now, Mister Levine?”
He takes a deep breath and purses his lips. “You wouldn’t happen to have a set of handcuffs would you?”
My eyes open wide and I gasp slightly with a little nervous giggle. “Umm… I don’t tend to carry a set around with me.” His face falls slightly. “But… the tie on my bathrobe would probably be sufficient?”
His eyes light up like I’ve just said the best thing in the world. Nate pulls me to him and thrusts his lips to mine hard, his tongue pushes into my mouth with ease as my hands quickly dart up around his neck pulling him closer. My fingers trace through his hair, tugging slightly as he devours me.
He starts by pushing me backward toward my four poster bed, and I move with him. Our kiss is fast paced and passionate, no room for gentle and soft here. The backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed and Nate backs me up against one of the posts. His hands run down my sides, pulling my dress up my body swiftly. We part lips as he pushes it up over my head and moves back taking in my body. I have no bra on, and I’m only wearing a black lace G-string. He groans, rearranging his crotch as he looks around the room. I furrow my brows wondering what he’s looking for when his eyes light up.
“Stay there. Don’t move,” he demands while grabbing my arms and pulling them up over my head, making me reach for the post above me.
Chewing on my bottom lip, my body tenses at his little show of dominance. I like this side of Nate. As he walks over to the other side of my room and grabs my bathrobe, I grin wide as he pulls the tie from it, grabs each end and snaps it testing its strength.
Fuck! That was hot.
He stalks back over to me, my body throbbing with need as he steps up to me. He looks down at my naked chest and shakes his head slightly with a grin and looks into my eyes.
“You’re fucking stunning, Ria.”
He moves in pressing his body against mine and raises his hands up to wrap the robe tie around my hands above my head against the post. My breaths are coming in short, sharp bursts as he secures me tightly to the post. The tie is plush, so it doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, the feeling of the fluffy texture against my wrists is fantastic.
Nate moves in and plants a firm kiss on my collarbone, grazing his teeth against the protrusion of bone against my skin. I wriggle slightly against the post and he stops, pulling his head back and looks in my eyes.
“Naughty girl. You need to be still. I’ll have to punish you now,” he says instantly making my panties soak through. “What can I use to punish you with?” he teases as he looks around my room.
My chest is heaving as his fingers trail down my center. Along my sternum, between my breasts, down my stomach, his finger dips into my belly button and keeps traveling. It sinks into the front of my panties as I lift up needing him to touch me.
He grabs the hem of my panties and pulls them down. They fall to my ankles leaving me naked as I kick them to the side. His finger plunges lower tracing along the tip of my pussy.
“Please,” I beg and he smiles halting his track.
“Now it wouldn’t be a punishment if you want it. Would it, little dove?”
I wince and clench my thighs together trying to create some sort of friction to relieve the ache.
He gazes around the room again, his eyes open wide and he smirks looking back to me. “Stay still.”
He pulls back from me and walks over to a vase I have by my tall boy and pulls out one of the peacock feathers. Nate looks back to me and nods once. “This will do quite nicely,” he says wandering over to me trailing the feather over my exposed breast just once. The light touch of the soothing feather tickles my skin sending goosebumps spiraling down my side. My back arches as the tip of the feather caresses my nipple and I moan slightly surprising myself.
“Good girl,” he says.
The feather moves slowly to the center of my body and trails down to my stomach. I breathe harshly as it shifts lower and lower. It tickles and sends my senses into overdrive. My clit is throbbing violently and I feel like I’m on the cusp of an orgasm and he hasn’t even touched me. He trails it down, down, down, further and further.
I wriggle against the post—the tie agai
nst my hands rubs which is also sending sensations through me. The tip of the feather reaches my pussy and I gasp. Resting my head back against the post, he moves the feather over my pussy causing tingles to pulsate through me. The sensations make me wriggle and moan in satisfaction, or is it not enough satisfaction—I honestly cannot tell the difference right now.
I need him to touch me.
This is torture.
The ache of almost feeling pleasure is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. He wanted to punish me and this is definitely a form of torture, a beautiful torture that I’m loving—or is it hating—every second of. He waves the feather over my pussy again, and I moan out loud this time as I gasp trying to catch my breath.
“Nate, please,” I beg clenching my eyes together.
“You want me to touch you, little dove?”
“God, yes,” I whimper.
With that he drops the feather and his hand cups my pussy in an instant. His finger presses firmly on my clit and he holds it there. I moan as my head falls back against the pole with a bump while I arch my back with the pleasure as he starts using pressure in a circular motion, rotating and working me up. My toes curl and the plush cream carpet pushes up between my toes.
His mouth moves in touching my neck, and as his tongue darts out delicately he starts working it up along my jaw. It’s so erotic that every inch of me tingles with all sorts of sensations. Nate’s finger is working me up at lightning speed, and being tied up and totally under his control is a completely new thrill for me. Although I would have thought I might be a little apprehensive about the idea, doing this with Nate has made me so comfortable I haven’t even given it a second thought.
Harder and faster, his finger rotates on my clit, making my hips start to move against his hand. His tongue slides its way up under my ear, his teeth taking hold of my earlobe and biting down. The jolt from the nip sends a shockwave straight down between my legs as he presses firmly on my clit. I moan out as pleasure radiates through me.
My hips move faster against him causing a superb friction as his finger slides down from my clit and up inside me. His thumb pushes into place on my clit where his finger previously was, and his hand starts a new rhythm. His other hand slides onto my hip where his fingers dig in firmly, but not too hard, just enough to show dominance—which it seems is my new favorite thing in the bedroom.
Trailing along my jaw feathering hard kisses in time with the thrusting of his fingers, his lips meet mine and I have no hesitation in kissing him back forcefully, even though I’m panting for air. Not being able to touch him is both somehow deeply vexing and wondrous at the same time. Like a pain-filled pleasure.
His fingers inside of me work at a faster pace all the while our tongues dance together. His thumb presses on my clit a little firmer, as his fingers inside swirl and hit that spot. I moan loudly into his mouth as my back pushes away from the post. My breasts press into his chest rubbing my sensitive nipples into his shirt as he continues to perform his magic.
An insatiable heat floods my veins, burning me up from the inside, like hot lava melting my very molecules of existence. Droplets of tiny beads of sweat litter my skin and rivulet down my goose bump laden flesh, which has flushed bright pink with desire. My eyes clench as my kisses become lazy against Nate’s mouth while the pleasure takes me over, hitting me in consistent waves. My hands ball into fists above the tight bindings as sparkles glitter behind my eyes.
I break free from Nate’s kiss needing air and I gasp frantically for oxygen. My hips grinding into his hand as his free hand comes up taking my nipple into his fingertips and he tweaks it hard at the same time he presses on my clit and thrusts up sending me over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” I call out more like a moan. My muscles clench hard over every part of me.
Then it hits like a massive tidal wave… no, more like a tsunami rolling over me multiple times, crashing into me and drowning me in pleasure as I ride the riptide of satisfaction.
After what seems like forever my muscles finally relax as my body sags against the pole and Nate slows his movements working me down gradually from my massive high.
He’s so good, I don’t know how I ever lived before this. Nate softly chuckles, his deep tenor making me slowly tilt my head and open my eyes to see him watching me.
“Your pleasure face is so fucking hot,” he says and I wince.
“That’s embarrassing,” I admit.
He shakes his head and moves in bringing his hand up to caress my cheek lovingly. “No, it’s the truth. You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
Smiling, I nod, and he leans in kissing my lips briefly before pulling back and then lifting his shirt up over his head revealing his well-toned abs. Drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth, I sigh slightly taking him in. He’s really good on the eyes. I guess to be a drummer you do need to be all kinds of fit and Nate is certainly that.
“You’re not so bad yourself there,” I reply.
He looks down to his abs and back up to me and smirks. Then pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and grabs a condom.
“Good idea,” I say.
Nate throws his wallet to the ground and then undoes his jeans and yanks them and his boxer briefs down, he steps out of them and his shoes leaving him completely naked. I grin as I look down to his rock hard cock springing to attention. It’s so thick and perfect. If I wasn’t tied up I’d drop to my knees and take him in my mouth and worship him, but I think he has other ideas.
He brings the condom packet to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth. Pulling out the latex, he takes it and rolls it over his length, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m becoming anxious in anticipation of Nate being inside of me again. I honestly cannot wait.
Nate stalks toward me like a moth to a flame. I love that intoxicated look in his eyes, and I adore the fact that it’s me making him look that way. I love that I do that to him because he does the exact same to me.
He moves in close and looks me right in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I simply answer.
He nods and runs his hands up my thighs stepping right in front of me. The chemistry sizzling through the air is palpable, almost like there’s firecrackers going off in all directions around us. It’s popping and sizzling through the air making every touch, every movement, every hurried breath intensified as his hands graze up my thighs. They move around the backs of my legs, and suddenly he hoists me up. I let out a small squeal as he lifts me and I move slightly up the pole.
He moves in line with me and I pant knowing what comes next. Looking into my eyes, his fingers grip hard into my ass cheeks while his cock nudges the entrance of my pussy. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as I pull him closer to me.
His intense stare takes me by surprise and something passes between us, a moment of clarity, that this isn’t just some mutual attraction. There’s actual chemistry here, real electrifying chemistry, and we’re about to burn this place to the ground.
Nate’s gaze hardens and with a swift upward movement, he thrusts inside me, stretching me and filling me completely. We both moan a deep satisfying moan. It feels totally as amazing as the first time, even with a condom between us. He moves back slowly, then thrusts into me quickly. It’s a rhythm that he has complete control of and I just have to hold on for the ride. He moves his mouth to mine and kisses me hard. I kiss him back with just as much gusto as we move in perfect cadence together. I ride him as he pulls me on and off him against the post.
His thick cock fills me pushing in the perfect amount and hitting at just the right angles. It’s an amazing feeling and I know we’re going to be doing this a lot more. I never knew sex could be this exciting. Nate is showing me new things, taking me to new heights, and making me feel things I never knew I could.
Nate’s fingers dig into my skin only heightening the pleasure as he rocks back and forth inside of me. Our tongues touching against each other as we frantically find a
passion we didn’t know we had together.
He thrusts up, pulls back, and thrusts again, in a perfect rhythm. My arms move up and down the post with his movements, but I don’t mind the friction, it only adds to the satisfaction. As he moves in me, the molten lava spreads through my veins again. It trickles out through every pore in my skin making me scorching hot. I groan into his mouth as sweat rolls down my temple. His chest slickens with a mist of sweat too, and a fire begins coursing through us, ready to singe the entire room.
Taking no prisoners, Nate pumps into me hard and fast. This is not gentle. It’s not delicate. This is persistent and rapid. He pummels into me, my back thrusts off the post pushing me further into him. It intensifies the pressure and it sends me over the edge. My muscles clench and I break free from his kiss moaning loudly as it hits like nothing before. Everything clenches, including my pussy which makes Nate moan loudly and begin to jolt.
“Fuck, Ria,” he calls out moving his head into the crook of my neck while I continue to explode. He bites down on my shoulder and my body goes limp as he jerks a few times groaning and moaning as he pumps into me twice, coming hard and begins to slow his pace.
We both slacken a little and eventually stop moving as he rests his head on my shoulder, and I lean my head against his. We’re both panting frantically trying to catch our breaths.
“Holy hell,” he murmurs and I let out a lazy giggle.
“Feel free to tie me up anytime.”
He lets out a small laugh. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Please do. Now untie me and take me to bed,” I demand.
He pulls back looking at me and winks with a simple nod.
Chapter Seven
We’re cuddled up in my bed and I look up at Nate. He appears completely content and that makes me extremely happy.
“Just make sure you don’t hurt me, and I’ll keep that smile on your face.”
He smirks. “Hey, stop worrying, okay? I told you, I’m not that guy. When I’m in, I’m all in.”
