by Cathryn Fox
“Might I propose a toast to alphabetic exploration? Learning can truly be so very rewarding.”
Volume Four: Corporal Coupling
Prologue
I awoke once again with a pressing need to answer nature’s call. Mark slept peacefully beside me with one hand possessively on my hip.
Sliding quietly out of bed, I grabbed the toothbrush I brought with me the night before and headed into the bathroom. After quickly freshening up, I returned to the bed and stood for a moment looking down at Mark’s sleeping form. In the few moments I had been gone, he had rolled over towards the edge of the mattress with one arm now sprawled above his head.
Two weeks ago when I stood in this very spot, I made the mistake of slipping into my dress and out the door instead of back under the sheets. I considered for a brief moment simply waiting out of Mark’s field of vision to see the expression on his face when he awoke if he thought I had slipped out again. Instead I decided to take advantage of the position Mark now occupied on the bed. The proximity of his right arm to the headboard made it easy to slip the still dangling handcuff over his wrist and snap it closed.
As Mark struggled from his slumber, I was able to secure his right ankle as well. He definitely looked a little disoriented to awake so suddenly and be restrained to the bed.
Pulling at the handcuffs that secured him to the bed, Mark glanced at me standing there naked in front of him. “Good morning, Summer. That is a lovely outfit you are wearing. Might I possibly inquire as to why I am wearing these metal bracelets?”
“To paraphrase what you said last night, don’t make me add a gag to the plans this morning,” I said with a grin.
Mark looked at me for a moment before he responded. “What did you say last night? Release me and I’ll lend you a hand or two?”
“I’m afraid your hands and other limbs are going to be otherwise detained for awhile.” He put up no resistance as I maneuvered his remaining wrist and ankle to the dangling cuffs. When he was completely secured to the bed, I sat down next to him and leaned close. My naked breasts brushed against his chest I as leaned close and kissed him on the lips.
I retrieved the blindfold from the nightstand and slipped it over his head. Pulling off the covers as I stood, it was evident he enjoyed the direction the morning was taking. I thought I had awoken fairly early and I was certainly not that well versed in Egyptian astronomy, but Mark’s built in sundial seemed to be indicating it was approaching high noon.
Reaching down I stroked one long nail carefully along his swollen member, causing a subtle shift in his hips.
“I want you to lay there and picture what I am going to do to you for a little while, or at least until I go get a digital camera to capture this Kodak moment,” I said as I grabbed my dress from the nearby chair.
Slipping the dress over my head, I decided to leave my heels behind instead of risking another possible broken ankle.
“I want to be able to truly enjoy the rest of the day with you, so I think I am going to run home quickly and get a change of clothes. Don’t go anywhere,” I said with a smile. “I’ll leave you with the handcuff key just in case I have a tragic elevator accident or something.” I took the key and red ribbon from the nightstand and tied it lightly around the base of his swollen cock.
Mark sputtered a bit in his haste as he tried to get out the words. “Wait! Don’t leave me here like this. Unlock me and I’ll go with you.”
“I have you right where I want you,” I responded. “Ask nicely when I get back and we can talk about getting you your own safe word.” I was grinning from ear to ear now, and I’m sure he could hear the humorous timbre in my voice.
Mark did not seem to be joining me in my good humor.
“Think about what I plan on doing to you when I get back,” I said. “And don’t worry – I’ll drive carefully.” Making sure that Mark could hear them jingle, I lifted the car keys from my handbag.
Grabbing the room key and one other item from the room’s dresser, I ignored Mark’s faint plea to be let loose and slipped out the door.
1
The truth of the situation was that I was not actually going anywhere. While I made sure Mark heard the jingle of my car keys, I left them behind in the room. I wanted him to sweat about it for a few minutes and feel perhaps an iota of what it felt like to lose control.
Ignoring the elevator, I walked down the hall until I found the ice machine and filled the bucket I had taken from the dresser. Walking back to the room, I waited outside for an agonizingly slow five minutes.
I was counting on the fact that at least a few minutes ago Mark’s blood flow had been directed away from the larger of his two heads. He probably was not thinking too clearly having been awoken early to find himself handcuffed to the bed. If I could keep from spoiling it by laughing, the next few moments should prove fairly memorable.
I knocked on the door as I slipped the room key into the slot. I cracked open the door and affected a slight accent as I called out. “Housekeeping. I can come clean room?”
As I pushed the door open completely and entered the room again, I could hear Mark quite clearly.
“No! No room cleaning this morning, please. Do not come in, I’m not decent.” Mark sounded a little frantic and I could hear the handcuffs rustling as he attempted in vain to twist free.
I stopped about halfway to the bed and gasped loudly. Calling on some extremely rusty and long neglected high school Spanish, I called out in surprise. “Ay! Dios Mio! Señor, que es grande!”
“I’m okay,” Mark said, “please just leave me. No cleaning today.” He was thrashing his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the blindfold.
Stifling a giggle, I threw one more phrase out there that I knew would have an impact.
“Policìa, señor?” I inquired earnestly.
“No!” Mark replied quickly and forcefully. “Nada. Buena.” Mark fumbled for the right words. Any words at all that would make me go away.
I could not keep up the charade any longer without laughing, or sending Mark into an apoplectic fit. I turned away from the bed and retrieved the ice bucket from the dresser. Placing it on the nightstand, I took one cube and laid it on Mark’s bare chest.
Mark gasped at the sudden sensation. Switching back to my own voice, I said as seductively as I could muster, “I think we’d better cool you down a little before you overheat.”
Mark’s face changed from shock to surprise to mirth in a matter of seconds. I started laughing as I maneuvered the ice cube even lower. Slipping the dress over my head so I was nude once more, I sat on the edge of the bed.
Running the ice cube lightly over the head of Mark’s swollen cock, I said, “It seems that at least one part of you did not find the idea of room service, how shall I put this, particularly deflating? Shall I call down to the front desk and see if they have anyone available to service you?” I untied the red ribbon and handcuff key and laid them on the nightstand.
“Summer, you are proving to be all I can handle, and then some,” Mark replied. “Why don’t you remove these handcuffs so I can thank you properly for your unique way of waking me this morning?”
“Like I said earlier, we should probably discuss assigning you your own safe word.” As I said this I popped a fresh ice cube in my mouth from the bucket beside the bed. Leaning over, I took Mark’s hard cock between my lips.
Mark’s reply was abruptly cut off by the involuntary moan that escaped his lips as my hot tongue battled the cold ice cube around his swollen head. Pulling back for a moment, I asked, “I’m sorry, were you saying something?”
“Since I am already cuffed, I think I will choose to exercise my right to remain silent,” Mark said. “Please continue.”
Climbing on the bed and kneeling between his spread legs, I ran my hands slowly up his strong thighs. Removing the ice cube, I tossed it in the general direction of the ice bucket as I leaned forward and took him back in my mouth.
Mark’s moans of pleasure
grew in volume and intensity as I alternated between long, leisurely licks along the sensitive underside of his hard cock, and swallowing as much of his swollen shaft as I could handle.
I could feel my nipples swell with arousal as his hips began to move with the rhythm of his pleasure. Releasing his hard cock from my lips, I attempted to straddle his hips, but quickly grew frustrated at his legs being spread so far apart and secured to the bed.
Quickly climbing off of him, I grabbed the key from the nightstand and unfastened his ankles from the handcuffs.
“Legs together, please,” I instructed as I gently guided his ankles towards one another on the bed.
2
Straddling Mark’s waist now, I ground my rapidly moistening pussy against his swollen length. The handcuff chains rattled as his natural impulse to grab my hips was cut short by the restraints. A small moan of frustration mingled with moans of pleasure as I slid my wetness in small circles up and down his throbbing shaft.
Reaching down between our joined hips, I dipped one finger into my moist center and placed it between Mark’s parted lips. “This is how aroused I am for you,” I said huskily as Mark greedily licked the juices from my finger. Removing my now extremely clean finger from his mouth, I reached out and ran the long fingernails of both hands through his light covering of chest hair. Leaning forward, I circled one of his nipples with my tongue. Mark’s hips jerked upwards as he tried to bury himself inside me. Making a mental note to his reaction at the nipple stimulation, I leaned forward even further and kissed his soft lips.
He returned the kiss with enthusiasm as his tongue battled mine. Shifting his hips, his attempts at lining up the head of his cock with my wet entrance were not resulting in penetration, but were having a lovely side effect on my clitoris.
Sitting up a little straighter and lifting my hips, I reached down between us and guided the head of his manhood to my wet tunnel. Mark immediately lifted his hips off the bed and tried to impale me on his length. I lifted my hips so the head of his cock was barely touching me. He got the hint and dropped his hips back down to the bed.
Reaching upwards as I spread my knees even wider, I slid the blindfold from his eyes at the same instant I slid his cock deep inside me. A simultaneous gasp of pleasure escaped from both of us. The look on Mark’s face was a mixture of surprise, arousal and hunger.
“Don’t move,” I said. Looking into his eyes, I clenched my internal muscles and squeezed his hard cock tightly. Weeks of Kegel exercises and I was rewarded with a small moan and a big smile. Mark’s features lit up as he said with a laugh, “Someone has been on the Internet again, apparently.”
“It is criminally offensive that my hands are restrained at the moment. Your lovely breasts look extremely lonely.” Mark spoke while he again lifted his hips, driving himself even deeper inside of me.
“Just lay back and enjoy the ride,” I said. “This is nothing more than a pleasant diversion from the onerous task of having to be in control all the time. It is frustrating to not be able to touch, taste and otherwise return the pleasure being given, isn’t it?” I smiled as I said this last bit, knowing that Mark was smart enough to make the connection to how I might feel when it was me being restrained.
Lifting and dropping my hips, I established a nice slow rhythm as I slid up and down Mark’s hard shaft. Being on top, it was easy to control the depth of penetration and it felt wonderful as I sank all the way down and ground my hips against his. Mark’s hard cock stretched and filled me in places previously undiscovered and unexplored.
Mark’s hips were slowly rising as mine lowered, as he sought to bury every possible fraction of an inch inside of me. My breathing grew rapid as I accelerated my pace, grinding my swollen clit against him with every downward thrust.
Mark gaze took in my flushed face, bouncing breasts and gyrating hips and he grinned. “This is a view I could truly get used to,” he said, pleasure evident in his eyes and voice.
“I thought you enjoyed being on top and in control,” I said, “pinning me down with your superior weight.” I laughed as I said this, making sure to drop my entire weight, such as it was, on top of him.
“Summer, I am quickly finding out that I cannot get enough of you in any position,” Mark said.
3
I responded by increasing the pace of my hips. I was getting close to losing coherency as the feelings Mark’s hard cock were generating were on the verge of overwhelming me. I reached down with my right hand and started rubbing my clit. Mark’s eyes flashed with arousal as I said, “since you are cuffed to the bed, I guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
Mark stared into my eyes as I moved faster and faster on top of him, losing control as my orgasm began to overtake my senses. “Come with me,” I moaned, as I ground against him and threw my head back in pleasure. With a groan, Mark somehow increased the pace of his hips, driving into me harder and faster. With a final thrust that lifted our joined hips completely off the bed, I could feel his hard cock spurting deep inside me. Each pulsing sensation felt a little weaker than the last as my wet tunnel clenched his length. His hips slowly sunk back to the bed as I collapsed on top of him.
Resting my head on his chest, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings coursing through my body. I felt wonderfully relaxed and at peace as we lay pressed against one another, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I really enjoyed the fact that neither one of us felt compelled to fill the companionable silence with chatter as we regained our senses. I easily could have drifted off and fallen asleep in my contented state until Mark kissed the top of my head and spoke.
“While you feel absolutely fantastic on top of me, something I could easily and happily get used to I might add, do you know how you woke this morning needing to visit the bathroom? Try to imagine if you will, waking up and being handcuffed to a bed, abandoned for hours on end, embarrassed by the maid, teased with ice, licked like an ice cream cone and then having a vision of loveliness bouncing up and down on your bladder. Might you be so kind as to release me from my bondage?”
With a laugh I slowly sat up. Practicing my Kegel exercises again, I gave Mark’s now deflated shaft one last squeeze. I reluctantly climbed off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching for the ice bucket on the nightstand, I said, “Is now a good time to discuss your lack of a safe word? Since you chose mine, I think it is only fair that I choose yours. Based on your earlier exposure, I think your safe word should be Housekeeping.”
“What did you say before? Don’t use it lightly?”
Mark fidgeted as I placed several ice cubes on his chest, teasing one around his nipples until they stood at attention. Contrasting the cold, I leaned forward and circled his right nipple with my warm tongue. Mark moaned softly with the sensation and I thought about continuing my icy travels even lower, but considering his earlier request, I instead stood and unlocked the handcuffs.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” Mark said as he headed for the bathroom.
Sneaking a glance at the clock radio beside the bed, I realized I was going to have to cut this morning short after all. I hoped Mark would understand.
4
Retrieving my bra and panties from where they had been stripped from me the night before, I stuffed them into my purse and pulled the thin dress over my head.
When Mark returned after a few minutes, I could see the surprise in his eyes that I was fully dressed.
“That was quick,” he said as he smiled, “are we having a formal breakfast in bed that I am not aware of?”
His easy smile and comfort with himself as he stood there naked made me want nothing more than to climb back in bed.
Instead I grabbed my purse as I said, “I hate to run out the door on you again, but at least I came back to bed this time instead of leaving a note, right? I’d like to stay, but I have to run home and get cleaned up. I told my sister I would be over early today to help her get ready for my niece’s birthday party.”
> I almost said “want to come with me?”, but stopped myself at the last moment. A sense of apprehension crept over me as I felt like it would be stupid to ask that of him, after all this was supposedly nothing but a physical relationship. The word relationship itself was even a bit of a stretch. We had a physical arrangement. A mutual accommodation of physical needs and desires. What on earth did that make us? What the kids these days called friends with benefits? That was decidedly not a term I was comfortable ascribing to at my age.
“Thank you for a lovely evening and of course I look forward to our next lesson,” I said, as I started towards the door. “I promise to stay awhile longer next time, if you want me to, of course.”
Mark quickly pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and intercepted me at the door. Pulling me close to him he looked down at me as he spoke. “If I want you to stay longer next time? I’ll end any doubt about that one right now. I can tell you already I want that. Not only do I want you to stay longer next time Summer, I don’t want you to go this time. I want you Summer. Period. I want you to stay as long as you want to, or at least until you get tired of me. I want you to call in sick to work on Monday so we can lie in bed all day watching old movies and wearing each other out. Does that answer your question?”
My heart fluttered at his words and my body flushed with sudden warmth. Grinning broadly up at his earnest face, I said, “I believe that answer shall suffice.”
Rising up on my toes, I kissed him slow and deep. My sensitive nipples stood up at attention immediately. I believe if they had a vote, we’d be headed back to bed.
With a definite sigh of regret, I grabbed my heels and slipped out the door.
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