Chiz forgot about the prissy neighborhood, the miniature house and the odd way that Elmo’s personality seemed to be completely absent in the place that she lived. His cock was rock hard and demanding all his attention. If this was the game she wanted to play, he was more than happy to jump into the role.
“You’ve been a naughty girl. You better go stand outside the Principal’s office.” He could hear that her breath caught as her cheeks flushed pink.
He followed her when she left the kitchen, but she only went as far as the sofa in the living room. She stood next to the end of the uncomfortably square-looking piece of furniture. Chiz didn’t care if it was filled with bricks. He’d sit on a bed of nails to get to her, if he had to.
Elmo put the tip of one finger in her mouth, pretending to chew the nail. “Gee, Sir, I didn’t mean for you to catch me blowing Bobby in the locker room.”
Chiz sat on the sofa. It wasn’t quite as rigid as it looked. It’d do. He caught something out of the corner of one eye. When he looked down he saw that Elmo had placed the paper sack, still full of its kinky paraphernalia, on the floor.
Chiz sat back on the sofa, feet flat on the floor, knees apart. He motioned Elmo to stand directly in front of him. “Come here.”
Elmo moved to the spot he indicated, close, but still almost out of reach. “Yes, Sir?”
“You’ve been a naughty girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What happens to naughty girls?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” Her voice wasn’t quite steady, and that made Chiz’s pulse jump.
“They get punished. Come closer.”
Elmo stepped forward in between his knees.
Chiz sat up and forward. He ran his hand from the top of one of the knee socks, up over the side of Elmo’s knee, fingertips teasing the sensitive skin behind the joint, before skimming his palm up her thigh to just under the cheek of her ass. He repeated the motion in slow circles.
“I didn’t expect to find an Honor student like you, sucking cock in the locker room.”
Elmo stayed silent.
Chiz stilled his hand at her knee, just moving the tips of his fingers over the skin behind the joint. He slid his other hand in between Elmo’s legs, smoothing his palm up and down the soft skin, just barely grazing her panties every time he reached the apex of her thighs.
“Tell me what happened.” He rasped.
He watched as Elmo’s brown eyes blazed, and she caught herself from smiling, trying to stay in character. “Well, Sir, Bobby asked me to meet him after practice. He told me to meet him at the locker room, but I was too scared to go in while the rest of the team were there. I’ve never seen a boy undressed, Sir. I waited until the rest of the team had left, but Bobby wasn’t with them. I was almost going to leave when he leaned out of the door and told me to follow him back in. He promised that everyone had left.”
Chiz nodded for her to continue. She had a surprising gift for improvisation.
“I didn’t realize he was only wearing a towel until he shut the door behind me, Sir. He told me to sit on one of the benches…”
Elmo paused and pretended to bite her nail again.
“Go on.” Chiz was still rubbing his hand between her thighs. Her body heat was almost scalding.
“Well sir, that’s when he dropped the towel, and asked me to… asked me to suck his thing, Sir. I didn’t know what to do, so he told me to kiss it, Sir. Then he told me to put it in my mouth.”
Chiz started rubbing his fingers over her panties with every upstroke. The thin material was drenched.
“Keep going,” he grated.
“He grabbed my hair, Sir, so I couldn’t move my head. But he seemed to like it, Sir. He kept telling me I was his best girl. Then you walked in, Sir.” Elmo’s hips were moving unconsciously against his hand. Chiz had to concentrate on his breathing to slow the fire in his gut, before he came in his jeans.
“You’ve been a very, very naughty girl. Kneel down here.”
Elmo knelt down on the floor, where Chiz indicated, beside him. She let him pull her up and position her, so that her body was across his knees. She was just about able to steady herself with her fingertips against the smooth floor. Chiz slid his palm over her ass, covered by the soft, white cotton, but exposed by the short skirt which had ridden up. He tugged the panties down so that they rested just underneath her cheeks. He brought his palm down flat on her ass, hard and fast, and sudden. Elmo jumped and yelped.
He spanked her a second, third, fourth and fifth time. Although she remained silent for those, her skin was beginning to glow warmly, and he knew it would be starting to sting. He delivered another two blows with the flat of his hand before slipping his fingers into her scorching cleft; she was dripping wet.
“You like this, don’t you?” Chiz’s throat was dry. It was a struggle to get the words out.
“Yes, Sir.” Elmo breathed. Chiz wasn’t sure that they were entirely still in their roles. He pulled the cotton panties back into place and ran his hand over the tender cheeks, thoroughly enjoying the way she moved against his hand.
“Stand up.”
Elmo stumbled as she maneuvered herself off his knee. Chiz reached into the bag before standing, too. Elmo watched him, and stayed still as he wrapped the cuffs firmly around her wrists, securing her arms in front of her. He reached back into the bag for the blindfold. Elmo allowed him to tie it in place. Chiz tugged the neck tie a little so that the knot slid further down, allowing him to undo a few more buttons on her shirt. He spread the flimsy material, and reached in to push the cups of Elmo’s bra down, so that the lace bunched underneath her full beasts, pushing them upwards in a lewd display. Chiz briefly licked his finger and thumb before pinching and twisting each of her hard nipples in turn, causing Elmo to throw her head back and blindly push her breasts more firmly into his hands for more torment.
Chiz carefully positioned Elmo in front of the sofa, and helped her to lean over it, so that she could hold onto the backrest with her cuffed hands. She was bent at the hips and her ass was there, just fucking begging for his attention.
He stood behind her, and dropped to his knees. Chiz ran his hands up the full length of Elmo’s legs until he could hook his fingertips into the elasticated edge of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, knowing that the waistband would be scraping over her sore skin. He took hold of her ankles to help her step out of them, and brought the underwear to his face, quickly breathing in her scent, before pocketing them with a smile.
“Ten strokes, wasn’t it.” Chiz stated, as he pulled the paddle out of the paper sack, and took his position by her side.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Raise your ass a little more.” Elmo lowered her shoulders and arched her back as she complied. Chiz had arranged her with her legs a little more than shoulder width apart.
“One.” Chiz brought the paddle down, using the smooth side, just at the juncture of the top of her thighs so that the blow would be received across her pussy as well as the cheeks of her ass.
Elmo grunted, but she didn’t ask him to stop.
“Quiet, doll. Two.”
By the time Chiz had counted out ten blows Elmo hadn’t made any sounds other than brief gasps. Chiz ran his palm over her flushed reddened cheeks, pleased that she squirmed, apparently undecided whether to move away from his touch or to push back into it.
“Sore, doll?”
She had to try twice to get the words out. When she did, her voice was roughened. “Only in the best ways.”
Chiz was about ready to burst. In seconds he had his cock free and wrapped. He took hold of Elmo’s hips, not missing, even in his haste, that his fingers were covering bruises that he’d left the night before. He pulled her back onto him until he was buried in her right to his balls.
“Oh, fuck, Chiz!”
“Too much for you, doll?” He wasn’t sure he could stop if she asked, but Elmo flexed her back and those hot, intimate muscles clenched around him.
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nbsp; “No. More.”
Chiz was more than happy to oblige. Elmo had to keep her grip on the back of the sofa, and couldn’t move to help or hinder him in any way, or she’d land face-first on the sofa. Chiz had complete control of her body. He fucked her hard and fast.
Elmo was making breathy little moans each time he went deep, and each little moan tugged at him deep in his balls until he was sure he was going to come before she was ready to join him. And then the magic happened. Elmo’s moans increased in volume with each thrust of his hips until she was almost screaming. Her body gripped his like a fist, demanding his release from him.
Chiz came with a yell that he knew for an absolute fact would be heard by Elmo’s neighbors.
He wanted to take a moment to get his breath back, but he could feel Elmo’s knees buckling. He pulled out, and as he pulled the condom off and tied it, Elmo half collapsed onto the sofa, still blindfolded and cuffed. Chiz tucked his softening cock back into his jeans and dropped down next to her. He didn’t feel too steady himself, but he’d be damned before he’d show it. He untied the blindfold and dropped it to the floor. Then he pulled a limp and panting Elmo back against his chest. He reached around her body to undo the cuffs, rubbing gently up and down her arms to get the blood moving again as she caught her breath.
“Hmmmm, revenge is sweet.”
“Yeah I s’pose I deserved that.” Elmo smiled sleepily as she dropped her head back against his shoulder.
Chiz reached for the lace of her bra, tugging the cups up and into place over her breasts so that she’d be more comfortable. He settled himself as best he could on the sofa so that Elmo could relax against him.
“You’ve got a talent there, doll.” He found himself still running his hands over her arms, which were lightly crossed over her stomach, but he couldn’t bring himself to find anything wrong in that. He felt at peace.
“Thank you.” Elmo’s eyes were closed, but she wasn’t asleep.
After several more moments, she heaved herself off the sofa with a groan. Chiz was about to ask if she was okay again, but she’d already left the room. When she returned she was carrying their glasses of whiskey, both refilled. She paused on her way across the room, by a miniature stereo system, switched it on, and tuned it to a banal radio station. She turned the volume down until it was only background noise. She also detoured to fiddle with some sort of control on the wall that dimmed the lights to a muted glow.
Elmo handed Chiz his glass and then settled herself next to him on the sofa. She made a little sound as she sat down and shifted, obviously feeling the effects of their little game. Chiz felt his cock stir again at that. Her ass had been a wonderful shade of red by the time he had finished with the paddle. He liked that she’d be feeling that tenderness for the rest of the night, probably longer. She hadn’t re-buttoned her shirt, either, and the sight of her tits, gift-wrapped and trying to escape, made him shift uncomfortably, too.
They drank in companionable silence. Chiz relaxed, surprised, but pleased that neither of them seemed to feel a need to make small talk. He was curious about the lack of photographs or mementos, but asking about that might be delving into something outside of the boundaries of what they were doing.
Except that he wasn’t sure what the boundaries were, or when the borders had started becoming blurred. He did know that he currently felt more comfortable and satisfied with a woman than he had in a very long time. There was something happening that he didn’t have a complete hold on. He wasn’t sure if that was cause for concern or not.
Chiz took another drink and pushed those thoughts aside. Reality was waiting for him back in Absolution; for now he would simply enjoy his reprieve.
He had laid his arm over the back of the sofa when Elmo had gone for the whiskey. He hadn’t moved it when she sat down. He dropped his fingers onto her shoulder, so that she wouldn’t jump when he spoke, and interrupted the quiet. She didn’t flinch at his touch.
“You ridden before?”
“On a bike? One like yours?” Elmo shook her head. “No.”
“You want to?”
Elmo dropped her head back against his arm and turned to face him. “Really? I’d probably be a terrible passenger. Too much of a control freak.”
Chiz kept stroking her shoulder. Elmo kept letting him. “Nah, doll. I think you’d be a natural.”
“Okay. I’m working tomorrow, but you could pick me up from there. I’ll be done by five.”
That surprised him, it didn’t fit with some of the assumptions he’d made. “Workin’? On a Sunday?”
“Yeah. I own a club. It’s open all week.”
“Own a club, huh, doll? That’s impressive. What kinda club?”
Elmo paused before she answered, which caught his attention, but he realized why when she answered.
“A strip club. The Pumpkin Patch. It’s downtown, a ways downtown.”
There had to be a story behind that, but asking about that story fit in the same box with asking about her house. Chiz bit his tongue and finished his drink.
“Okay. Give me the address, and I’ll see you there tomorrow at five. You should wear jeans and a jacket, leather if you’ve got one.” Chiz reluctantly pulled his arm from behind Elmo and pushed himself off the sofa. “I better go. If you’re workin’ tomorrow you’re gonna need some sleep.”
Elmo got to her feet, too. She winced, but didn’t complain. She found something to write down the address and directions on, and handed him the slip of paper. He caught her fingers when she passed it over.
“You should get some lotion on. I’d offer to help, but then I don’t think I’d end up leavin’, and you wouldn’t end up gettin’ your rest.”
“I’m tempted to say that wouldn’t be a problem.”
“And I’m tempted to let you, but I want you back in shape tomorrow.”
Chiz bent and pressed a kiss to Elmo’s cheek before he let her show him out. As he rode through the little toy house town he wondered again about the lines that were rapidly disappearing.
Chapter Nine
By the time Andy arrived at the club early on Sunday afternoon, she was sore, but not unbearably so. She had applied a selection of creams, body lotions with various soothing ingredients and an Arnica gel, which had taken care of the redness, and most of the tenderness.
She should have known, when she’d left the bag of toys available, that Chiz would have gone for the paddle over the flogger, but she hadn’t put anything into the bag that she’d taken to the motel that she hadn’t been prepared for Chiz to turn around and use on her. That was one of her first rules of safe play, never to use anything that she hadn’t experienced for herself. Andy felt that it was the best way to properly gauge the effect she was having on her submissive and thus the point at which she needed to stop, even if they begged her not to.
But it wasn’t her ass that was distracting her, it was her head. She was fortunate that the client she was expecting that afternoon had booked for an hour of sensation play, nothing heavier than tickling. It would be physically demanding, but not dangerous. She wouldn’t have trusted herself with a paddle or a whip, or god forbid, a cane, without being able to guarantee that her head was one hundred percent in the game. There were so many details that she had to be aware of to make sure that the client was safe, more than just the marks on their skin. Their tone of voice and facial expression, everything from the smallest breath to the loudest scream, was information about the sub’s state of mind and body. If she wasn’t able to accurately decipher those signs, then there was a good chance that someone could get hurt.
Sure, it had been a while between fuck buddies, but Andy suspected that it wasn’t just a dry spell, ending in spectacular fashion, that accounted for her spending more time than was prudent thinking about Chiz. The man was fine, no doubt. The bruises he’d had on the first night that she’d met him were fading, and the small indications of stiffness when he moved had gone entirely. She’d thought about asking what had happened, but si
nce he hadn’t volunteered the information, it seemed like a very personal question.
She had been surprised by the strength of her physical reaction to Chiz allowing her to cuff and blindfold him. It had made her all kinds of hot to be in complete charge of that powerful body, because he’d handed over control. She rarely had any sort of personal reaction to her clients; she was there to do a job, not get involved. There were very definite boundaries that were in place, which she had never crossed, not once, in more than a decade. And giving Chiz control, allowing him to do what he liked with her body… Andy kept flashing back to the previous night, and every time she did she lost a little time, whole minutes.
Sundays were hit and miss in terms of the church protestors. They were around, but sometimes they spent the whole day praising the Lord inside their church and left the club alone. The electronic strains of hymns, and the disembodied voice of the Pastor, floated down the generally quiet street without cease. Sometimes they seemed to have designated the whole day to disrupting her business, and held their day-long prayer meet on the street corner.
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