“Have you been reading your new book?” He smirks. “What are you up to C for cute?” He raises his brows and tips his head to the right. “Well, I can’t fault your reading skills.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “You must be an excellent teacher, Miss Parker.”
His hands are moving slowly down my body, over my shoulders, down my arms and under my bottom. He’s manoeuvring me into a comfortable position.
“I’m an excellent teacher, but I’m very strict.” I’m trying to keep a straight face.
“I’m very pleased to hear it.” His pleasure is palpable, and he even directs my focus to his crutch, just in case I hadn’t noticed.
I take a lingering look at his fly and the bulging mass, and a salacious smile finds its way to my lips. When I raise my eyes to his there’s the look, the one that makes me weak at the knees: the look that could floor you and turn your brain into a vacuous space.
I place my hands on my knees and fold my thumb into the folds of his stretching seams. “I can see just how pleased you are.” I lick my lips anticipating my next sentence. “Maybe we should go try out some of your new ‘toys’?”
He’s genuinely surprised. I sense a mood shift. “You bought toys? This should be interesting ...”
Apparently, he finds the idea of me using ‘toys’ on him quite amusing. I hate it when he uses that tone. It reminds me of how I’m way out of my league with him; that he’s indulging me, probably more than I deserve.
“That explains you browser history.”
Whoa, gear change. I try to look shocked. “Ha, you’ve been spying on me.”
“I was bored, you were sleeping, what else was I going to do?” He shrugs his shoulders and tries to look innocent.
“You said you were working?” My voice is half an octave higher than usual; my eyes are wide with amusement.
“I was, but I got distracted, what can I say?”
“And is there anything else you happened to stumble across on my laptop?”
“Only your extensive music collection. I synchronised my iPhone to your library, that’s all.”
“Oh, that’s kind of cool, find anything you like?”
“It’s an eclectic mix, I’ll give you that. There’s music there for every occasion.”
“It’s the soundtrack to my life,” I confess, creating stillness in the room.
He strokes my hair. “Yes it is. We’ll have to add some new tunes and update it.”
“We will.” I caress his face with the backs of my fingers. “Maybe I’ll add some music to make love to?”
“I think you should.” He enfolds my face and pulls my lips onto his. “I do appreciate the ‘toys’ but I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Let’s face it, you’re never going to be a Dominatrix are you?”
I shake my head and roll my eyes.
“When you take charge, you do it with so much gentleness, you take care of me. I need that. That’s what I get off on.” He plants a lingering kiss on my lips and I feel myself melting. “And also the fact that you’re so damn sexy.”
“Thank you.” My mind drifts and I remember our first kiss, the urgency, the desperation. We’ve come a long way. “I’ll never hurt you Ayden.”
“I know.”
I feel his erection starting to fizzle like a firework left out in the rain. Unwittingly, I have quelled his desire and softened his mood: time to stoke the fire.
“Anyway, even us novices can be quite skilful with our toys, Mr. Stone. Give me ten minutes and you’ll be putty in my hands.”
He’s roaring with laugher and I’m having to steady myself on his lap.
What did I say?
“I hope not, or this is going to be one almighty anti-climax for both of us.”
I giggle, realising my faux pas. When I rest my gaze on his face, I see only tenderness there. It’s as if he can see into my soul: we are connected. Time stands still, the way it always does.
“I like being around you Miss Parker.”
“I like that you like being around me Mr. Stone. Do you want to play?”
“Only with you Elizabeth, Titanic can wait.” He picks me up and, with my legs still around his hips and my arms around his neck, he carries me into my bedroom.
He sits down on the side of my bed. I can see flames of passion starting to ignite around him like a blazing aura: he’s so damn hot. He’s taking in every inch of my face, preparing the way for his lips but, when he comes in for the kill, I pull back. He tries to kiss me again. I pull back.
A mischievous smile sweeps across his face. “What game is this Elizabeth?” He asks, gifting one of his cheeky smiles.
“Let’s get you into position,” I say as decisively as I can, feeling a breathlessness that I can barely contain.
I slide from his knees and reach into the drawer in the bedside cabinet and lift out a blindfold. It’s black, silky and elasticated. I slip it over his glossy hair and secure it over his lids. He helps me, moving his head to make this highly erotic act all the more harmonious. “Can you see me?”
Between unruffled sighs, he answers, “No. What are you going to do to me?”
I gently push him backward, until he is lying across my bed with his knees bent over the side. “You’ll see, or maybe not … Put your hands above your head and weave your fingers together.”
As he does so his grey T-shirt lifts and exposes his clearly defined abdomen; his muscles tighten and contract and that sculpted V shape from his hips to below his low slung jeans draws my attention: it’s distracting. Visually, I trace his arms from biceps to his wrist and marvel at the speed at which every sinew responds. I’m not sure whose heart is beating fastest, probably mine.
My next toy rests in my sweating palm; it’s a length of soft restraining cord. I walk around the bed and examine him from another angle. He’s fully dressed, but it doesn’t matter, he still has the same effect on me. Something about this beautiful man stirs my soul. I want to tie him up and keep him prisoner, to never let him go and this is step one of my wicked plan. Rather than simply tying him up I decide to have some fun, after all isn’t it all about anticipation?
I lean over him and stretch out my arms, beginning at his wrists. I hold onto his wrists and ease my way to his shoulders, my nimble hands struggling to contain his muscular biceps. I feel his hot breath on my face as I rest my head by his intertwined fingers. I move further over him and allow his fingers to stroke my breasts; the skin over his knuckles whitens but he stays obediently in place. I reward him with a chaste kiss and feel a ripple of pure lust surge through my body as his tongue reaches out, anticipating more contact.
I tie his hands in a glorified bow. “Can you feel the rope Ayden?”
“Yes Elizabeth. You have me at your mercy.” I watch as his chest lifts and falls, just the thought of being restrained and taken has made him hot and hard.
“I do.” And it’s an almighty turn-on. I crawl over him, over his arms until his head is beneath my crutch. I lean forward and very, very slowly start to undo the belt on his jeans.
“Are you going to blow me? I do hope so …”
“Hush.” I feel his breathing starting to quicken, his chest rising and falling beneath me. He senses the proximity of my body, yet is powerless to touch, taste or even see it. This is my form of gentle dominance.
Before lowering his zip, I place my palms on his abdomen and lower them until I reach his pubic bone, rather than stopping I keep going until the thumb on my right hand hits his erect penis. I push against it with my thumb and forefinger, knowing he can’t move but it’s the pressure against my skin that is making his stomach muscles quiver and causing soft grunts to escape from his mouth.
I pull down his zip and lower his jeans and boxers, he lifts his buttocks to ease the movement and, with a grateful moan, his cock frees itself and points to the ceiling. It’s rock hard and beautiful, and I want to taste it.
With a sensuous craving I lick my lips and reposition mysel
f for the task, still with my back to him with my knees either side of his hips. He responds instinctively when I rest my hands on his thighs by thrusting himself towards me, desperate to be sucked and enjoyed. His breathing is irregular but there’s a kind of rattling sound coming from his throat, a sort of trembling excitement.
“I want you to ask me nicely Ayden. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” A muffled cough escapes his mouth as he gathers his thoughts. “Fuck me with your mouth, Elizabeth … please.”
I hear the words and they are a powerful stimulant. How could I refuse when I’m finding unimaginable joy in his surrender? “Lie still Ayden, calm your breathing, just feel.” He takes deep breaths and I can tell he’s enjoying the fact that I have it in my power to control his orgasm: he must capitulate completely to me.
I slide my hands towards his knees and lick the tip of his rigid cock. It tastes of salty sweat and sex on skin. He lets out a single grunt in gratitude and that’s enough to spur me on. I bend down and take him in my mouth until the crown is touching the back of my throat.
An appreciative “Oh.” leaves his lips.
I start to move up and down, paying special attention to the tip as I rise. His body is starting to jerk and lift and I remove my mouth.
“If you keep moving, I’ll stop Ayden.”
“No. Don’t stop! For fuck’s sake, don’t stop.”
His plea moves me - he is so aroused, it causes a torrent of emotion to flood through my body. I resume my position and take him into my mouth again. I feel him straining beneath me, fighting to keep still, gluing himself to the mattress. It’s all I can do to take the strain, so I attack him with more ferocity, sucking, licking, enjoying him.
“Oh. You suck me so good.”
Glowing with pride, I lower myself as far as I can go, and he detonates in my mouth. His orgasm discharges in a roar and a hiss and he spurts into the back of my throat. His spasms ease and when I turn around to see his face, he is lying open mouthed, breathless. I slide off the bed and bend down to kiss him whilst he’s still wearing his blindfold.
“See how you taste.” I push my tongue between his teeth and he responds by drawing it into his mouth. Still devouring him, I untie the bow restraining his hand and rub his wrists. There are no marks where the ligature has been and it wasn’t tight, he could easily have freed himself. The blindfold comes off easily and I look down at him as he blinks and assimilates to the early evening light.
“Welcome back,” I smile. “Are you ok?”
“I’m better than ok.” He pulls my head down to him and kisses me forcefully, his lips are on fire and mine are swollen and moist. When I open my eyes he is staring at me, lost in some indecipherable thought. I pull away, suddenly shy.
To conceal my nervousness, I collect the ‘toys’ and walk around the bed towards the cabinet. I glance at him on route. He’s still naked from the waist down but not completely lifeless. He pulls up his pants, reaches over to me and grabs me by the waist. Before I know what’s happening, I’m lying flat on my back with him at my side, gazing at me. I can’t look away.
“I like my toys, simple but very effective.”
“I like your toys too.” I ruffle his hair.
“Now it’s my turn to play.”
I recognise that look, it’s unbridled lust and I think I know what he has in mind.
“I can’t believe you didn’t even undress. I imagined you naked and your bare ass over my head, and all the time you were fully clothed.”
“Blindfolds can have that effect on a person.”
Like I’d know…
Holding me in place with a searing stare that stops oxygen finding its way into my lungs, he speaks. “You like doing this don’t you Beth, the role play? You don’t feel pressured?”
I shake my head, but I want to explain. “I like that you trust me to play with you like I do. I have little experience and I feel more ...” I search for the right word. “... liberated, doing it this way. I’m getting to know you and your body and it’s your gift to me.”
There’s that smirk I love so much. “I think you’re under-selling yourself Beth, I’m the one on the receiving end.” He kisses me with a softness that makes me want to squeeze the life out of him, but I desist. “Do you think you’ll ever get to the point when you’ll trust me like that?”
“To tie me up?” I look to the ceiling, unsure of what to say.
“Yes.”
“Maybe, but not tonight.”
“That’s good enough.” He kisses my nose, slips over to my right side and lifts my chin to face him. “But for now I owe you an orgasm.” That look spells trouble.
I start to laugh. “I wasn’t counting, but if you must.” I love his playful side, he seems so relaxed and just oozes sex appeal; it ripples over me like melted ice-cream.
“Oh, I most definitely must and, I’m going to take your lead and leave my clothes on.”
I present a down-turned smile. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“I’m going to get you to talk me through it.”
I don’t like the sound of that, telling him how to get me off? “I’m not sure ... I think you may be getting instructions from the wrong person. I’m hardly qualified to give you direction.”
I’m met with a piercing stare. “But you know what feels good?”
“Well yeah, but you seemed to be doing pretty well all on your own last night, without any help from me ... as you said, you’re good with your hands.”
“I want to be better, help me be better,” he implores, feigning schoolboy innocence.
A soft kiss wafts across my lips and I’m spellbound. How can I refuse a request like that? “I’ll do my best, but if I stop giving instruction, then you’re either doing pretty well, or I’ve run out of suggestions.”
He starts to fiddle with his zip and belt. “Good enough.”
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed, I don’t want to distract you.”
“You having your pants undone won’t distract me.” I lie.
“Maybe not, but I don’t want you getting any ideas about reciprocating. You’ve done your bit, and so skilfully too.” He brushes a strand of hair from my face. “It’s all about you now. Lie back and let my lesson begin.”
He takes my left arm and bends it back so that my hand is next to my ear. He does the same with my right hand. “Now hold onto the pillow.” He kisses my neck between words. “You won’t be fighting me, not tonight.” Another kiss underneath my ear. “Not tomorrow night.” Another wet whisper. “Never again.”
With his right hand, he starts to undo my jeans and slowly slips his hand down over my panties. I let out a little moan when his finger meet my sodden crutch.
“Jeez, you’re so …..”
What?
He cups me and I put my head back and bite my bottom lip. This is high school fondling but, what the hell, it causes a gush of pleasure to radiate through me.
“Take deep breaths, there’s no rush.”
He lifts out his right hand and puts his fingers just inside my mouth.” Now tell me, did you like my gift?”
Gift?
I know exactly what he’s talking about. “Which gift, there have been so many.”
He taps my bottom lip. “Now, now. You know what gift.”
I swallow and watch the colours dancing and shifting in his eyes. “Oh that gift.”
“Yes, that gift. Did it do it for you, or do I need to find something else to get your motor racing?”
I’m blushing. “No, no, there’s no need to do that. It a perfectly good gift?”
“And does it do what it says on the tin?
“Er … Yes.”
“Do you want me to use it now?”
Now?
I’m thinking yes, but shaking my head and saying no.
“Are you sure? Because I’m not averse to using electronic devices, when needs must.”
“Me too, but my needs must be attended to by y
ou at the moment, if you don’t mind?”
He swaps his fingers for his lips and devours my mouth with a kiss of such ferocity, I’m left breathless and needy.
“There’s nothing else I’d rather do, but you will let me know if you change your mind?”
In a high pitched voice that surely doesn’t belong to me, I answer, “Yes, you can count on it.”
“Good girl.” I watch him drag his moist fingers down over my T. shirt. Now he’s easing his hand down, across my pubic bone and inside my panties. His hand is still, but against me. “Just breath, I’m not doing anything - not yet.”
I was doing fine until the ‘not yet,’ and now my insides are a quivering mess.
He’s resting the fleshy pad of his hand against my clitoris and kneading it very gently. A sound leaves my lips, no words, just an extended “Ah” telling him he’s found the spot. This is so erotic, his hand discovering my very sexuality and his eyes never leaving mine. There are no ropes or ties but I am bound to him. I cannot move.
“How am I doing?”
What?
My state of arousal makes it virtually impossible for me to speak, let alone give instruction. “Let’s ... just assume you’ve ... you’ve got it covered.”
“Is this fast enough?” With total concentration he’s massaging my swollen clitoris.
“Jesus Ayden …” I grip his chin with my left hand and pull his face to mine. “Do I look turned on to you?” My chest is heaving and I’m visibly liquefying. “Don’t wait for instructions, just do!”
He smiles indecently, inches down and slides one finger into me so I can feel him inside. “You’re so warm. I know this is supposed to be for you but fuck me …”
Yes please…
He rests his head on my chest to watch his hand move beneath my jeans and, I suspect, to monitor my breathing and my heartbeat. He circles his probing finger and rocks me as he moves in and out. With an extended out, he slides in a second finger.
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