Absolutely Not

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Maisy took a moment to steady her breathing. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned. She felt as if she were cloaked in a thick cloud of lust and that she’d go insane if she didn’t feel Keller inside her soon.

  “This is all so different,” she told him. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “That makes two of us, honey. But I can tell you that I like it. A lot.”

  “That makes two of us, honey,” Maisy mimicked. “Do I get to do it to you too?”

  “Tie me up?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Keller hesitated. “Eh…I don’t know about that. We’ll see.”

  “I could always tie you up when you were sleeping,” she noted.

  “Bad girl thoughts will just get you a longer punishment.”

  Maisy groaned. “Can the prisoner make a request?”

  “Sure, I’ll consider requests. What would you like, sweetheart?” His fingers slicked across the crease of her dripping vulva. “This?”

  “Ooh…yeah. That.” Every nerve ending in her body fired at his touch. “And more. I want you to give me a screaming orgasm.” Maisy arched then, but her movements were limited because of her restraints. “And I want your cock inside me when it’s happening.”

  “You have no idea how I burn for you, Maisy.” His fingers speared inside her dripping channel and she gasped. “You make my blood boil.” Keller finger-fucked her hard with one hand while he pinched a nipple with the other.

  Maisy thought she’d go clear out of her mind. She struggled against her bindings, needing to touch him, to see him. To wind her arms around his neck and thread her fingers into his thick hair. The more she struggled, the hotter the erotic sensations became.

  She moaned on a sigh when Keller’s fingers left her pussy, only to start when she felt his wet finger draw across her lip.

  “Open. I want you to taste yourself,” he told her. “To taste your desire for me.”

  Maisy’s lips clamped tight. She couldn’t do that. Couldn’t taste herself. It was…embarrassing. She turned her head away. “Oh I don’t think—”

  “Open,” Keller commanded. “That is, unless you want to use your magic word and call this all off right now.”

  Maisy’s mouth opened tentatively. Keller placed his finger inside.

  “Suck it.”

  Maisy did. The liquid coating his finger tasted musky, the way her sex smelled when she was aroused. It was interesting. It was unusual. Damn, it was downright hot to be tasting the juices of her arousal, delivered to her lips on Keller’s flesh.

  Maisy felt Keller’s damp fingers trailing a path from her throat to her breasts, circling her areolas. She could feel her nipples pucker, begging for his attention. Keller didn’t disappoint. His hot breath feathered over her breast before he caught one taut nipple in his teeth. He greedily feasted on the sensitive bead as his hands molded the curves and contours of her body.

  After treating her to a lavish lick along the path he’d drawn with her juices, Keller groaned. “I love the taste of your sex, Maisy.”

  She let out a tuneful sigh. “This is so erotic, Keller,” she breathed. “I never thought being tied up and blindfolded could make me feel like this. It’s like all my senses are heightened.”

  As she spoke, Keller’s mouth and hands left her body and Maisy immediately felt lonely. She wiggled on the bed, kind of liking the fact that she could barely move.

  “Where are you, Keller?” She heard rustling sounds. “What are you doing? Talk to me.”

  “I’ve got a steel boner because of you, you naughty girl,” he told her. “Do you have any idea how sweet and juicy you look all spread out there for me?”

  Maisy smiled at his words. “Do I, Keller?” She focused on the sounds again, reasonably certain that Keller had ripped open a foil packet and was sheathing himself with a condom. An image of him rolling the cool latex along his long, thick, hot cock made her shiver.

  “With each thought of you, Maisy, every glance at your lush, made for sin body, you’re driving me mad.” Maisy felt him get back on the bed. “You’re chipping away my control, inch by inch, woman.”

  “Hmm, inch by inch? You can give me some of your inches anytime, Keller,” Maisy quipped. “Right here.” She gave her hips a shimmy. “Right now.” Her amused chuckles were cut off as Keller’s cock thrust into her depths, high, hard and hot.

  “Oh holy shit,” Maisy said. “Yessss…this…this is what I wanted. What I’ve been waiting for.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” Keller said, pounding into her as Maisy found herself lost in feelings too exquisite to describe. “Christ, you feel good, Maisy.”

  As he moved against her, Maisy feared she would pass out from the sheer bliss of it. She longed to wrap her legs around him, feel his warm flesh against her skin.

  “I crave you, baby. All I can think about is sinking into your hot, juicy cunt and having your inner muscles clasp me like a vise.”

  Maisy’s vaginal muscles clenched instinctively at his words, milking his cock. While she couldn’t see the look in his eyes, she could imagine it by the inflection in his voice. Yes…his eyes would be warm, sweet, loving and full of fire all at the same time as he took her.

  “I’m looking at the moist tangle of grapey-purple curls between your legs now, Maisy, as I slide in and out of you. There isn’t a single spot on your body that isn’t beautiful, you know that? Even when it’s stained purple and blue.”

  “Thank you. I feel the same about your body. I just wish I could touch you, Keller. I ache to reach out and run my hands all over your hard body. I want to squeeze your biceps, your pecs, your ass…”

  “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, baby. Right now just enjoy the sensations.”

  Between murmurs and grunts, Keller’s breathing was heavy. The sound of flesh slicking against flesh echoed in the room as he fucked her. The bedsprings squeaked in time to Keller’s thrusts. Maisy had never paid attention to the sounds of lovemaking before, other than their moans, groans and screams. It opened a wealth of new sensations, making their joining all the more special.

  Keller ran his tongue up over her belly, eliciting a moan from deep inside Maisy’s throat. Even the seemingly simple action of him licking her on a supposedly non-erogenous zone built a sense of urgency in her clit.

  She felt Keller’s hands wrap around her hips, lifting her ass from the bed as he drove into her. The adjustment allowed his cock to graze across her clit on the downstroke.

  “Oh dear God, Keller. I can’t wait. I can’t hold out any longer.”

  “Do it,” Keller said. “Come for me now, baby. I want to feel you shudder, see you turn all pink and rosy as I fuck you from here to paradise.”

  Whimpering and quaking, she bucked furiously in his hands, yearning to draw her legs up, to tighten them as the impending climax ripped through her. Screaming out Keller’s name, Maisy’s body went rigid, trembling as shocks of soulful, concentrated pleasure arced through her.

  “Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. Beautiful…Christ, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Keller grunted just before roaring out his satisfaction with the last few thrusts deep into her pussy.

  Maisy breathed in the scent of their musk, the tang of their sex, as it permeated the air. Making love bound and blindfolded had taught her to observe new smells, new sounds and to focus on the deeply erotic sensation of a lover’s intimate touch.

  Collapsing against her stretched body, his arms wrapping around her, Keller’s warmth, weight and the feel of his pulse were the perfect end to their lovemaking. She could stay like this forever.

  It was almost a shock a few moments later when Keller removed her blindfold. Adjusting to the intrusion of light, Maisy squinted. Once she was able to focus on his handsome, sated expression, she indulged in a heartfelt sigh.

  God, how she loved this man.

  “That was incredible, Keller,” she said as he unfastened the ties at her ankles. “So hot, so erotic
.”

  “What an exquisitely passionate little package you were, all tied up in silk straps, just for me.” Keller brushed her lips with a tender kiss. “I love you, Maisy. So much.”

  “I love you too, Keller. And I can’t wait to do it to you so you can experience the thrill of being bound too.”

  Keller telegraphed a dubious look. “Like I said, we’ll see about that. As far as I’m concerned, if there’s any tying to be done in this relationship, then I’ll be the one to do it.”

  Maisy wiggled her toes, flexed her ankles and bent her knees as Keller moved to her wrists. “Well, okay, but it might not be easy to tie yourself to the bed,” she teased.

  “Very funny.”

  “I thought you were eager to wheedle your way to first place,” Maisy said, shaking her hands once he’d released her wrists.

  Keller slanted her a clueless expression. “Huh?”

  “You know…” Her fingers tiptoed from his knee to his groin, resting on his depleted cock. She gave a satisfied when she felt it stir. “Your ongoing quest to replace chocolate as my number one passion.”

  Keller smirked. “Oh, so we’re back to that, are we? Didn’t I just get finished punishing you for being such a bad girl?”

  “Oh, but I’ve learned my lesson. And because of you taking me on that very sexy journey into bondage, I think you just may have inched your way a notch closer to being number one.” With a teasing smile, Maisy fluffed her hair.

  “I think I might know of a way to eke into first place.” Keller jumped up from the bed and headed for the door. “Be right back.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Maisy heard Keller barreling down the stairs, wondering what the heck he was up to, prancing around down there in the nude. In a few minutes he returned, brandishing a plastic squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup and jiggling his eyebrows as he hopped back into the bed.

  Handing the bottle to Maisy, Keller positioned himself flat on his back, spread his arms and legs wide and smiled. “Okay, go ahead and tie me up. I’m your love slave, oh great and mighty Queen of Chocolate. Do what you will to me with the chocolate syrup…and your tongue. And teeth. And don’t forget those tits…”

  “Mmmm, the delightfully decadent possibilities,” Maisy purred. “And since chocolate syrup is fat free, I just may go wild.”

  “This bondage thing may not get me the number one slot,” Keller said. “But it sure as hell better make me an equal contender.”

  “That depends on how well you and your big blue chocolate-covered cock please me.” Maisy grasped Keller’s wrists, winding one of the neckties around them before raising his arms and securing him to the headboard.

  “I don’t think I’m too crazy about this,” Keller said, frowning as he pulled against his restraints.

  “Mmmm, I like the way your pectorals jump when you do that. Very sexy.” She lowered her head and nipped one of his flat, brown nipples with her teeth. As she made time to lave his other nipple, Keller gave a pleasured groan.

  “And I love it when your gorgeous tits jiggle,” Keller said, making Maisy chuckle at the unexpected comment. For some reason, she didn’t mind it when Keller called her breasts tits, or even when he referred to her vagina as a cunt. On the other hand, when John had used those coarse terms, she wanted to stab him in the eye with an ice pick.

  She noticed Keller liked to surprise her by using in-your-face language every so often, so she decided she’d up Keller’s pleasure factor by doing a little dirty talk herself. It wasn’t exactly her forté, but she figured she could fake it and do a good enough job to make his cock extremely happy.

  “Have I told you what a fabulous chest you have, Keller?”

  “Nope. Tell me all about it.” A big grin across his face, he made his pecs jump.

  “Mmmm…” She kneaded his chest and licked her lips. “It makes my little pink clit quiver just to think about your magnificent chest. All those beautiful muscles make my pussy positively drool.” Keller’s eyebrow arched. “Sometimes when I’m at home and think about you, I just fuck myself silly with my vibrator as I imagine that broad expanse of manly flesh and muscle crushed against my tits.”

  “Oh you dirty girl.” Keller chuckled. “That can’t be my sweet, timid Maisy talking.”

  “Nope. This is slutty Maisy talking. Didn’t I ever tell you I had a split personality?” she teased.

  “I kind of figured that out with the whole Natasha thing,” Keller reminded her. “I like it when the slutty Maisy talks all bold and brazen like that.”

  As she bound his ankles, Maisy said, “Then I’ll bet you’ll like this too.” Once she finished securing him, she kneeled center stage between his legs and brought one of her breasts to her mouth, tugging on the nipple with her teeth.

  Looking up through her lashes, she saw Keller’s jaw drop at the same time his cock jerked. “Shit,” he said.

  She grabbed both of her breasts, drawing out the nipples in long, pulling strokes, tweaking the erect buds as he watched.

  But Maisy wasn’t finished.

  “Sometimes I don’t use a vibrator at all. I use my best friend instead.”

  Keller’s expression went blank. “Who?”

  Maisy taunted him with a throaty giggle. “Not who, silly, what.”

  Keller’s chuckle was as husky as her giggle. “Are you talking about Lieutenant Largo Lovethruster from the planet Dickprobe again?”

  “You remembered!”

  “Are you kidding?” Keller smiled. “How could I forget?”

  “Nope. Largo is my vibrator. I’m talking about my pulsating showerhead. I call it Mr. Clitlicker.” Maisy almost burst out laughing. She’d just pulled that outrageous name out of her ass. Good God in heaven, she really was becoming wanton.

  Keller’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Oh my God…”

  Glad that the silly name clearly had the desired effect on Keller, she told him, “I turn the knob to the full-power pulse setting and aim Mr. Clitlicker’s steamy stream of water right at my clitoris, keeping it there as I think about you fucking me.” Maisy closed her eyes and moaned. “Before you know it, my body is quaking and my rapturous cries are echoing off the shower walls.”

  “Son of a bitch… You have no idea how bad I want to get my hands on you right now.”

  “Of course,” Maisy said, ignoring Keller’s words, “many times I just dispense with Largo Lovethruster and Mr. Clitlicker and do this instead.” He watched intently as her hand snaked down her torso, resting atop her mons. Maisy got high on her knees, thighs spread, to give Keller the money shot. Then she slipped her finger to her clit and played with herself.

  Determined to give Keller a show to remember, Maisy turned up the heat, dropping her head back and moaning as she fingered her clitoris. She added plenty of writhing for the icing on the cake. In fact, she’d never had quite so much fun. There was something especially erotic, exceptionally scintillating, about masturbating in front Keller when he was bound and naked in front of her.

  “Aw, Maisy, honey…”

  “I’ll picture you naked,” Maisy said. “Your broad, bare chest heaving as you prepare to grab me into your arms and fuck me senseless. I’ll imagine your teeth biting my nipples.” Maisy’s free hand pinched one of her beading nipples as she spoke.

  “You’re going to have me coming all over myself in a minute,” Keller warned.

  Her fingers still hard a work pleasuring herself, Maisy nailed Keller with a heated gaze. “Oh no you’re not, mister. You’ll come when I tell you to come, got that?”

  “Damn,” Keller breathed. “You’re a dominatrix in sheep’s clothing. You’re making me so hot, I swear my blood is boiling”

  “In my fantasies,” she went on, “I think about you, Keller, as I enjoy the delicious sensations at my breast.” Maisy swallowed hard as she found herself growing closer to orgasm. “The nipple stimulation drives me crazy. When it’s combined with the powerful tingling deep in my clit, my insides begin to swirl,
simmer, take over my mind. I keep swirling over my clitoris and it keeps inching me closer…closer…” she sucked in a deep breath, “closer to climax.”

  “Wait!” Keller urged. “Come in my mouth, Maisy.”

  Almost at the point of no return, Maisy’s eyes widened and her hands stilled. “What?”

  “Do it. Bring that juicy little pussy of yours here, baby. Sit on my face.”

  Maisy hesitated. She couldn’t do that. She’d suffocate him. Crush him to death. Good grief, sitting on his face would be downright…slutty.

  “Come on…give me the pleasure of licking you to completion, sweetheart.”

  Scorching hot and needing to come almost more than she needed to take her next breath, slutty Maisy did as Keller asked and squatted over his mouth.

  As soon as she was in position, Keller freed his hands from the headboard and grasped her hips, positioning her just right.

  Maisy gasped. “How did you do that?” Not only was she amazed that he’d freed himself without so much as a grunt, but his powerful arms held her steady, as if she weighed no more than, well, a Snickers bar.

  “You suck at tying knots,” Keller said with a teasing chuckle. “You tie knots like a girl. I could have freed my wrists anytime I wanted to.” The next thing that came out of his mouth was his tongue, hot and wet, as he boldly swiped it across Maisy’s engorged clit.

  “Ooh God. God, that feels so good,” she said, completely forgetting that she’d intended to admonish him. “Again. Do it again. I’m almost there, Keller.”

  She about died when Keller took her clit between his teeth and nibbled her straight to nirvana. Through shrieks, pants and gasps, she trembled and shuddered as Keller held her over his mouth, sucking her juices down his throat.

  “Mmmm, that was tasty,” he said, setting Maisy on his chest and looking up into her eyes. “Babe, you are so fucking hot. So amazingly sexy. I can’t imagine that we’ll ever get bored in the bedroom.”

  Limp and sated, Maisy gave him a dreamy smile. “Who says we have to limit our activities to the bedroom?” she offered, amazed that she could speak after that skyrocketing whirlwind of pleasure. “I must admit, I had a heck of a good time in that vat of grapes.” She smiled at the recollection. “Blue tint and all.”