by Sarah Stein
Without tying his wrists, he would have the option to walk away. It was a test and one she was scared he’d lose. Would he be willing to stay?
She almost wished he’d leave because now she felt she had something to prove.
“I might place my hands in the way. Are you sure you don’t want to tie them together instead of on the bench?” he questioned. “I would still have the option to leave if they aren’t tied to the bench.”
It was a good idea. She didn’t want his hands to get in the way of her claiming.
“Excellent choice,” she praised.
She retrieved a red satin scarf from the same cabinet that held the extensive selection of toys. Her choice of using something less durable would make it easier for him to walk away yet still stop him from blocking her advances.
She swiftly tied a loose knot around his wrists to allow for minor movement, if need be, before walking back to the cabinet. With each step she took, his gaze would follow. She was sure he was more fascinated by her movements than concerned about his naked body spread atop the bench.
She opened the tall narrow cabinet attached to the wall next to the doorway to retrieve her item of preference, a flower flogger.
She hadn’t had the pleasure of using it on anyone in years and hoped Delray would appreciate the feel of the magnificently made object.
When she looked up and met his gaze, she knew he was startled at the sight. It was the exact look she was hoping to gain from him, one that read he didn’t expect what she’d use on him.
She didn’t get many astonished looks anymore considering she had a small collection of subs she’d use at the club. The look turned her on so much that she creamed from the anticipation of hearing his moans.
Chapter 12
Delray wanted to make noise but refused to show weakness. It was trickier than it seemed. He would not allow Jolene to intimidate him, especially in his vulnerable position yet the sight before him was baffling.
Reflected in the mirror before him stood Jolene holding what seemed to be some type of flogger. Of what he could gather, the handle was diamond weaved with black and royal purple leather. The end of the toy contained a portion of black and purple braided lashes intertwined with black stems and royal purple flowers. There appeared to be close to a dozen of those flowers, which adorned the end of it.
In appearance, it didn’t look painful. The toy itself was exquisitely made so he could see no reason to fear it.
The look on Jolene’s face was what made him nervous, like she was enjoying every minute of it. What she didn’t know was how anxious he was to see her movements exposed in the mirror.
“Are you ready?” she questioned.
He nodded his head in agreement before her wrist flicked back and the first hit landed on his right ass cheek. The hit wasn’t hard. It felt like soft bean bags bounced against his body. He could definitely get used to the feeling as his penis responded to the impact.
Her wrist struck back a few more times producing the same sensation. He couldn’t get over how her delectable breasts bounced with each flick of the wrist. With her continued swinging, the feeling was more of a soft, gentle massage. This was something he could truly enjoy.
His cock ached to plunge into her pussy with every smack of the flowers. The sound of his moans echoed within the confines of the room. He fought everything in himself not to make a noise but lost.
In an instant, her hand grasped a tiny circular item. He suddenly found out what it was when the toy in his anus vibrated. He didn’t expect it to be a vibrator but instead assumed it was more for her pleasure. He wasn’t sure how naïve he could possibly be?
The vibration caused his abdominal muscles to clench with the intense pleasure. He gazed up just in time for her to land more hits from his back to his ass. This time it was harder, but felt more like numerous thuds smacking at once. There were no stinging sensations with this flogger and he preferred it that way.
He couldn’t comprehend how much his enjoyment peaked with every blow. Her face glowed and the sweat dripped from her cleavage to the floor. She was a vision to behold and he was lucky to gain so much of her attention. Delray knew he couldn’t let her go; she was his for the taking regardless of who was on top.
He maneuvered his hips so his cock could rub hard against the cushion of the bench but to no avail. If only she could remove the satin scarf from his wrists so he could take care of his throbbing cock.
He raised his head in time to witness Jolene admiring her work. She must’ve done a number on his back considering the soreness he felt. It didn’t matter because the vibrations from his rectum caused his hips to seek pleasure for his cock. He couldn’t seem to end the torment.
“Get up,” she ordered. “I want you to pleasure me.”
He struggled to do as she ordered. His tied hands proved to be difficult in getting up from the bench.
Once he detached himself, she sat her ass upon the cushion where you would rest your stomach while her feet were relaxed on both sides of her. She lay back upon the cushion to allow for his servicing.
The moment he had waited for. He salivated for the taste of her sweetness to touch his tongue but was torn between hastily easing the pressure from his cock. Her pussy glistened with evident pleasure. He wanted to suck every last drop until she begged for more.
Every movement caused his body to practically convulse with the vibration of the toy. It pulsed, stopped and then pulsed again. His body yearned for the feeling each time it stopped.
“Eat it. Suck my pussy, baby. Make me come hard on your tongue,” she coaxed as his head lowered to her haven.
His tongue shot out for a minor taste and he growled with the intensity of her liquid. Hearing her moans caused his mouth to latch snugly upon her pussy lips, darting his tongue in and out with frenzy.
Her hands formed tiny fists that latched in his hair. It was painful at first but her eagerness turned it to pleasure. He slowed his pace allowing his mouth to French kiss her clit with gentleness.
Her body tightened in his grip and he knew she wouldn’t last long. He wasn’t sure what would’ve turned her on but he definitely found her button.
He rubbed his index finger around her entrance allowing her juices to coat it before pushing it into her vagina. He felt her inhale and gyrate her hips against his mouth for more. He continued his onslaught circling her clitoris while pumping his finger in rhythm. All he could hear were the moans echoing around him.
Her body reared up in convulsion as he continued sucking until completion.
He quickly stood and aimed his cock toward her for entry finally getting to relieve the ache in his sack. His cheeks clenched while easing his member inside her. Sweat dripped from his pectoral to his pubis. He wanted to give her his all. His body trembled with the need to ram his cock deep and orgasm but refused to finish before wringing another orgasm from her.
He was entranced by the sight of her long locks cascading over the bench and her face scrunched up in pleasure. Her eyes were open and staring him down as if she was confused on why they were technically making love. Then he remembered she usually doesn’t do vanilla. It seemed when around him, her rules were bound to be broken.
He refused to stop unless she begged him to. He knew by the look on her face that she was enjoying their merging just as much if not more.
Just when he thought it was straight vanilla, she grazed her fingers across his nipple and twisted. It wasn’t gentle in the least and he bit back a scream. Such a sensitive area, two can play that game.
He gripped her ass and pounded hard before bending over and grasping her right nipple into his mouth. He suckled before rolling her nipple with his teeth, then bit hard. She responded by raking her nails down his sides causing him to hiss. Her vaginal muscles clenched his phallus as they milked it.
Their release was so great, it caused him to pound over and over until he was totally spent.
They lay in silence before either could speak and acknow
ledge what occurred.
What was supposed to be play and fuck turned into lovemaking. He wasn’t sure what to make of their situation but knew he loved her. He’d cared a great deal for her for many years and it hadn’t changed his feelings. He wanted to be that man, the one who would provide and give everything she could possibly want and need in and out of the bedroom.
Would she be willing to accept him?
First thing was first; he needed to remove the dildo. How could he think and get his feelings out when there was a toy vibrating in his ass.
“Could you possibly release me from this torment?” he begged.
Before she could ask what he was talking about, he pointed toward his anus. She laughed in response but made no attempt to remove it.
“Why don’t you remove it yourself,” Jolene taunted, “Do you think you can find the remote?”
She wiggled her eyes his way but he was in no mood to search for the remote. He had dire things on his mind that he must spill. Instead of being upset, the look on her face forced him to rub his hands along her body, searching for the remote.
“Hmm,” he sounded, “Do you have it here?”
He pointed toward her left hand, which was tightly closed in a fist. She giggled but didn’t release the fist.
“Take it,” she teased.
If he had to guess, he’d say she was begging for more. He hadn’t ever seen her that way, playful and laughing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was happy. That was what he aimed for, to satisfy his woman.
His cock hardened between her thighs as their breath quickened. Would he ever get enough of her?
“It looks like you found what you were looking for,” she quipped. “What are you going to do about it?”
He slammed his mouth against her sassy lips before she could respond with another word. His tongue rubbed along hers in a frenzy, tasting her.
His cock plunged inside her already soaked chasm causing their lips to fuse tighter. He wouldn’t let go, couldn’t while his cock massaged her. She met each thrust with her own, itching for release. His palm grasped and kneaded her breast while he tugged at her nipples. She groaned into his mouth.
They released for air before joining in a heated kiss over and over again. Their bodies were slick with sweat but they didn’t care. All that mattered at the moment was nearing completion. Delray vowed while taking her body that he would fight to consume all of her, mind and soul.
Chapter 13
Jolene felt the exact moment it changed. Her feelings for Delray were deepening. She’d had her eye on him for an extensive period; it was surreal to think he was connected with her on this level. She needed to voice her feelings for him but was desperately terrified of him rejecting her once again.
Her thoughts were blurry as his cock slid in and out of her. She reached for his ass to grasp him closer. She needed to feel all of him. There was no turning back. The thing that scared her most was how amazing it felt when she barely caused him pain. His reaction to the flogger was priceless.
It turned her on to see him accept her the way she was, control freak. She loved to dominate yet it was twice he fucked her while on bottom. Her enjoyment was apparent. He pounded into her and she yearned for the feel of his cock continuing its onslaught.
“Fuck me harder,” she screamed to the ceiling.
“Aw, Jolene. You’re an exquisite sight to witness,” Delray responded.
His hips maneuvered as she writhed beneath him. Her vagina coaxed his come to spray her insides, releasing his orgasm.
She felt complete yet utterly nervous about his reaction to what they shared. Would he see things the way she did?
He caressed her face and she sighed in contentment.
“We need to talk,” he advised. “There’s so much I need to tell you and it can’t wait.”
She visibly shook as her nerves rocketed.
“Why don’t we meet up tomorrow for a drink and maybe dinner,” she provided, “Besides, I think it’ll be good to talk when you aren’t still semi-hard inside me.”
She witnessed his hesitation but agreed nevertheless. Coast was clear for now. She had a great deal to discuss with him but wanted to disclose her information before he let her down. That way, if he did leave her, she’d be ready for it. Vulnerable and naked beneath him was not a way to reveal deep feelings.
“Turn around. I’ll help remove the toy,” she volunteered.
Switching it off, she dislodged the vibrator from Delray’s ass before cleaning off all the used equipment. She didn’t want Elijah pissed at her for using items and not disinfecting. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t hire a company that took care of the cleaning after hours.
They backtracked to the other rooms in search of their clothes. While getting dressed, she refused to think of what he planned to bare. Her choice would be to continue enjoying him without emotions getting in the way though she needed to tell him her feelings.
Torn between what to do when things should be much simpler. They walked hand in hand toward the exit of the club before Delray turned to her and smiled. She wanted to remember that smile for a long time. Her heart lurched at the thought of him leaving her. She knew bringing him into her world would be a mistake.
“Tomorrow at noon, Tia’s Coffee Corner?” Delray questioned.
It was one of her favorite places for coffee.
“That sounds good. Try not to be late,” she joked.
“As if I would do that again. Do you need some company for tonight?” he probed.
She refused to let her hopes soar, as she shook her head no.
Why does it hurt so bad to let someone go?
Her eyes took in all his glory from head to toe. She couldn’t allow him to fall for someone such as her. She wasn’t good enough, never would be. Her taste remained different, which made him out of her reach once again.
“It’s okay. I’m already missing you and tomorrow hasn’t come,” he answered before placing a kiss upon her rosy lips.
She opened to him, allowing his tongue to roam the inside of her mouth. Her body pressed against his with need. It seemed like it was never enough.
“Until tomorrow,” he promised after detaching his lips from hers.
Just like that, it all became clear to her. Jolene loved him. What was that saying, oh yeah, if you love something let it go. Well, she felt it was the right thing to do. Jolene refused to believe she was fucked up. She was unique. Her tastes were extreme compared to most and she was more than fine with that. What she didn’t want was to lose the only man she’d ever truly loved.
That night as she rested in bed, she wondered what it would’ve been like to actually have a life with Delray. Would he accept her completely? Tears trailed down her cheeks from the loss of what could have been. If only… If only…
The pounding on the door escalated with a sheer intensity that racketed through the room. She couldn’t tell if it were a dream or reality until it became louder. She stumbled out of bed before looking through the peephole.
Delray? He stood at her door drenched from the downpour. He looked lost and it frightened her.
She fumbled with the lock before opening the door.
“Come in quick. You’re soaked,” Jolene ordered, “I hope there’s a good reason you were standing at my door in the pouring rain.”
“I needed to see you and I couldn’t wait until morning,” he responded.
She didn’t know how to reply to his words. Technically they would meet up in just a few hours and yet he couldn’t wait.
He enclosed her in his arms and held her for mere minutes before she realized how wet he was making her and not from the rain. Damn, but his body caused hers to fire up. One touch and she was a goner. How was she supposed to let go of someone who affected her immensely?
“Wait! We need to talk,” she interrupted before things progressed.
“You’re right. That’s why I’m here. I can’t sleep without telling you how I feel,” he chimed.
“We’re supposed to talk tomorrow,” she interrupted once again.
She didn’t want to hear rejection. Not now. Her heart couldn’t take it. Her eyes moistened from the upending tears ready to flow. She didn’t want him to see her cry.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned while wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
“You weren’t supposed to be here,” she hiccupped, “Tomorrow was the day, not today. Just let me be, please.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, “I know we were supposed to talk tomorrow. Can’t you see how much seeing you was a necessity?”
“God! What are you talking about?” she yelped, “I said don’t. We can discuss whatever you need to say tomorrow.”
It seemed no was not the answer he was looking for. Jolene saw the instant his face transformed and he refused to budge. Whatever he wanted to discuss was good and said because her words did not matter until his were spoken.
“Woman. You are infuriating,” he shrilled, “Can’t you get it through your thick skull that I love you?”
“I don’t care what you have to say,” she assured, “Wait… What?”
Her ears were deceiving her. She thought he divulged his love for her but couldn’t be sure. If only she wouldn’t have spoken so much. She was losing her mind.
“I love you,” he repeated, “and don’t you dare kick me out. I’m not leaving. Not until you respond in kind.”
Her heart swelled. It was the last thing she thought he’d say. All throughout the night, she thought of rejection and yet, here he was in the flesh, pronouncing his love. For once she fell silent.
“Well, aren’t you going to say something?” he quizzed.
He flicked lint from his shirt as he waited nervously for her response. He was so adorable standing before her baring his soul and she couldn’t get past what she felt. Not just yet.
She took his hand in hers and led him to her bedroom. She felt loved and she wanted to show him how much that meant to her. How much she cared for him in return.
