When she went to lie down, he dragged her back up. “No no no... much too soon for all that.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. He then positioned her so she sat on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor.
“Uh huh, okay,” she said, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hooded with desire. She started to roll up her sweater when he stayed her hand. “Crispin, I’m hot.”
“Are you now? Well, I’ll help you with that.” Sitting beside her, he rolled her sweater up slowly and then flipped it up over her head. He didn’t remove it all the way off. He fashioned it around her arms and angled them behind her back. “I’ve been wanting a peek at these beauties all day.” He first looked at her face and then feasted his eyes on the creamy swells of her breasts.
With her arms locked loosely behind her, Gwen was wide open to his perusal. For a tiny fraction of a second, she felt a spike in her anxiety at the near-feral look in his dark dove grey eyes. Seconds later, at the feel of his hot tongue on her skin, all worries evaporated into thin air. She wanted more than anything to use her hands, to hold him, to run her fingers through his wavy long hair. She could easily untangle herself from her sweater, but she knew better. The last thing she wanted was to give him reason to stop what he was doing. As it was, he had one large hand on the small of her back, fingers splayed and stroking her skin ever so softly. His other hand was resting rather snug on the swell of her belly while he coated the exposed skin of her chest over and over again with open mouthed kisses.
“Beautiful...” he whispered when he brought his mouth to her ear, licking and biting her lobe, planting a trail of kisses to her mouth and back. The hand on her belly started to move south, fingers fumbling with the button on her jeans. Giving the zipper a tug, he then slid his hand home.
When she jolted and arched at the feel of his hand in her pants, he held her tighter and nipped his teeth into the skin where her shoulder met her neck. He had Gwen panting with need and the urge to take hold of him overwhelmed her. Before she could stop herself, she pulled free one of her hands and reached around his neck. To her, it felt like the most natural thing to do. But that’s where she was wrong.
In reaction, he tensed and immediately backed off, causing her to flinch. “Why not?” she gasped.
Glaring at her, he easily overpowered her and pressed her onto her back, pinning her hands down on either side of her head, her sweater tossed aside.
“Just don’t!” he growled, his mind reeling. He wanted to go slow, but she wasn’t making it easy. Sure, he could stop and explain it all to her, but first, he had to have her at least once. At least this once, before she realized he was not this grandiose hero, she imagined him to be. He’d been looking forward to this moment with her for too long. This was not the time for sharing insecurities.
“Okay...” it was all she could say, seeing the pain behind his stormy expression. She decided not to press him on it. For now.
With regret, Gwen thought she’d ruined the moment. But after a few seconds of heavy breathing and unbearable tension, he closed the space between them, pressing their bodies together. Relief flooded her and she sighed at the feel of his smooth hard chest against her nearly naked upper body. At first contact of his steely hardness to her core, she moaned and rolled her eyes in ecstasy. A deep sigh followed in response to the heat of his body against hers, the press, the weight of him, the promise of what was to come. With his fingers still coiled around hers, he covered her mouth with a deep penetrating kiss, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth, keeping pace with his hips as he repeatedly ground himself against her until they were both ready to combust.
“Now, if you promise to behave,” he murmured against her neck. “I promise to put this fire out between your legs.”
“Yes, oh, yes...”
“Good,” he said as he pulled away. “Now let’s get started, shall we?”
Bewildered and flustered, she blinked up at him. “Started?” As far as she was concerned, she was already approaching the finish line.
“Oh, cheeky monkey, you have no idea what you’re getting into.” Steeling himself to the task, he sat back, tugged her up by the waist of her jeans, his fingers flirting with the frilly lace of her panties. Pinning her with his eyes, he then stood up and brought her up with him. With his hands now on her shoulders, he walked her until her back was against the bathroom door.
When she looked at him questioningly, he winked and he held her arms up towards the hook measuring for distance. Pleased, he nodded with a wicked smile on his face. “Stay there. Don’t move,” he said as he left her for a moment, returning with the belt of one of the bathrobes. “Now, forgive me, had I known you’d be joining me on this trip, I would have come better prepared.” He then tied her wrists together with it and hung them up onto the coat hook over her head. He slid his fingers around her wrists, checking for tension.
“All good?” he asked, checking her over.
“So far so good.” Nervous but otherwise quite willing, she nodded in anticipation of what came next. He took a step back and feasted his eyes on her with a look so primal it had her pressing her knees together. Closing the distance between them again, Crispin wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his forehead on hers, his other hand on her breast.
For whatever reason, Gwen suddenly felt compelled to ask him an important question. “Wait... Don’t I get a safeword?” When he groaned and rolled his eyes, she felt as though she had ruined everything. Stepping back, he looked away from her, hands on his hips. He’d gone cold and it was her fault. “Sorry, I just...”
“You don’t need one of those,” he growled before turning to look her way once more.
“I don’t?”
“Not with me you don’t,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning up beside her, against the wall by the door.
She turned to look at him. “Then how will you...”
“How will I know if you’ve had enough?” he interrupted her. “When to stop? If I’ve crossed a line?”
She shrugged and nodded in response.
“Well, that’s where the trust comes into play. Understand?”
“Oh...”
“Yes, oh...” he repeated, running his fingers over her ribs, along her middle and then hung them casually on the waist of her jeans. “You simply say so. And even if you don’t. I will know.”
“How will you know?”
“I’m good like that. Trust me.”
“Well, okay. I mean, I really do trust you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s test that theory,” he said, leaving her for a moment while he went to rummage through his night table.
She watched with interest as he grabbed a foil packet and something else before returning to her side. The condom, she recognized, but the other object, she didn’t until he held the sleeping mask up and prepared to use it to cover her eyes.
“No!” She shook her head and fought with her restraints, tugging and pulling at her wrists.
“Hey... it’s okay,” he said, tossing the mask over his shoulder onto the bed. “Gwen, stop struggling. You’re hurting yourself.” He pressed himself against her and steadied her wrists from straining. “If you want, I’ll release you.”
“No blindfolds,” she whispered, instantly relaxing, resting her head on his chest. The very idea of being denied her vision was unacceptable. Already, she wasn’t allowed to touch him, not being able to see him was just unfair.
“Shall I untie you?”
“No, just...”
“No blindfolds,” he finished for her and pressed a kiss to her trembly lips. “No problem, I promise.”
“Crispin?”
“Yes?”
“Promise me something else.”
“Making demands already?”
“Just one.”
“What is it?”
“Grant me a wish after we make love?”
“Huh... is that what we’re doing?” Giving his head a shake at her
choice of words, he looked at her to be sure she was serious. Oh, yes, he could see she was quite serious, of that, he now had no doubt.
“Well, that’s what I call it.” She stared him down.
“Call it what you want.” With an indulgent smile on his face, unable to resist, he kissed her again. After a moment, he drew away, resting his arm over her head, his fingers in her hair. “What kind of wish and why should I grant it?” he asked, watching her.
Flustered but determined to stick to her guns, she caught her breath before speaking. “Well, in exchange for trusting you enough to tie me up, I think it’s only fair. But as for what it is, I can’t tell you until after.”
“Hm... well, I don’t know. You can be quite sneaky.” He tapped a finger to his chin. “I’m not sure I can trust you.” He cocked his head and quirked an eyebrow. “Do I get a safeword?” he asked, his voice an octave higher than before. He ran his fingers over her neck and downwards, lightly tracing the lace trim of her bra.
Giggling, she pursed her lips and shook her head, no.
“Fine...” he said with an exaggerated sigh, looking ever so hard-done-by.
“Promise?” she insisted.
With feigned reluctance, he nodded. “I promise,” he purred, nuzzling his nose against her ear. “Now, shall we fuck?” He gave her fleshy lobe a sharp bite, followed by a healing lick of his tongue. “Come on, lady, you’re killing me here.”
“If that’s what you call it.” She smiled up at him. “I’m all yours.”
“Finally...”
Chapter 21
To hide the beauty that was Crispin from view would be the cruelest of tricks, thought Gwen with a sigh. He could tie her up, and deny her the tactile pleasure of touching him all he wanted, but take the sight of him away from view and the deal was off. Maybe down the road, she might be willing to try it, maybe after a thousand romps together, but not now, not this first time.
The man was stunning in every way, from his ethereal facial features to his tall willowy stature. Standing shirtless, the zipper to his pants undone, they hung dangerously low on his slender waist. He had the body of a ballet dancer, a strong sculpted torso, trim hips, and strong shoulders like that of a runway model. With every calculated step, he moved with catlike grace, his wavy dark hair framing it all in Victorian Gothy splendour.
Crispin’s romantic efforts did not go unnoticed. The man was a master of seduction, of that Gwen had no doubt. He had done all he could to set the scene from the dimming of the lights in the room to the muted music coming from his phone somewhere in the background. She didn’t recognize the tune, but whoever that was singing, he had the most seductive voice.
When he finally closed the distance between them, pressing the length of his body against hers, she sighed with relief. He ran both hands up and down her bare arms causing her break out in goosebumps. He then took her face between his fingers, leaned in and kissed her, long and slow. Slowly, very slowly, his fingers trailed down the sides of her body, one rested over her breast, the other sliding further down, gliding over her waist towards the opening in her jeans.
She opened her eyes to watch him. He was beautiful. He had his eyes closed as he continued to kiss her. Her restrained hands twitched above her head, wanting to reach for him. All she could do was clench and release her fists to relieve the building tension. He opened his eyes a moment to gaze at her and gave her a wink and a wag of his brow before closing them again to concentrate on what he was doing. Which in that moment was to slide his hand down her jeans, under her panties and touch her where she needed him most.
“Uh, oh, Crispin…”
“So soft and warm,” he mirrored the sentiment, resting his mouth against her ear. Could she be more perfect? Not possible, thought Crispin. From the slight tremble from his every caress to her trusting eyes, Gwen would surely be his demise. Sliding his fingers over her passion-soaked softness, he coated them with her sweetness before sinking his middle finger into her warm wet depths. He then covered her lips in a searing kiss, silencing her moans so only he would hear them. With his free hand, he cupped and caressed her breast, sliding his fingers under her bra, his thumb and forefinger, pinching and tweaking the priceless pearl of a nipple.
If he kept this up, his torture of her breast in one hand, the relentless plundering of not one but two long fingers into her body with the other, she would lose her mind. “Crispin, please…”
“Please, what?” He put his ear to her mouth and she gave it a lusty bite, causing him to purr like an overgrown kitten. “Fuck…”
“Yes, please?”
“Please?” he purred once again.
“Please, Crispin!”
Turning into her, he gave her lip a playful nip before bending his head to take her nipple between his teeth and giving it a serious tongue lashing. The entire time, he worked the insides of her body with his fingers, his thumb circling and applying perfect pressure to her clitoris until she couldn’t hold back.
“Oh, yes, Crispin!” Before she saw it coming, she was wracked with waves of an orgasm so strong, she almost yanked the hook from the door.
Mindful of her restraints, Crispin lifted her slightly off the floor and held her to him while she slowly came down from her release. “Such a good girl, ” he whispered in her ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.
With hearts pumping, he slowly lowered her to her feet and knelt down in front of her. He tugged her jeans, panties and all, down around her knees before burying his face between her clenched thighs and tasting her with his tongue. So soon after her orgasm, she was ultra sensitive and he only stayed there a few seconds, long enough to have her squirming. “Had to taste you.” He gave her a soft kiss, then cupped his hands over her smooth buttocks and caressed her round cheeks, placing a series of sultry sweet kisses on her inner thighs.
Before long, he rolled her jeans, panties, and socks all the way off and smiled at the sight of her flawless nudity. He stood up, reached for the condom in his pocket and then undressed in front of her, making eye contact the whole time. She was staring at his impressive package and who could blame her?
“You’re beautiful, Crispin,” she said wistfully.
“If I’m beautiful, you’re gorgeous.” He closed the distance once again. Smoothing his hands all the way up her thighs, he scooped her legs up, holding her under her butt. “Now, hush, and let’s fuck.”
As excited and nervous as she was, all she could do was nod in response. If only she could wrap her arms around him. But even though she couldn’t use her arms, she took advantage of her position and eagerly wrapped her legs around him right before he entered her with a purposeful thrust of his hips.
“Oh… so good…” she cried, arching her back.
“Yes, yes, it is,” he answered her.
For a second, Crispin stilled, overwhelmed with desire and yet another scarier feeling lurking around his consciousness. As much as he wanted to fight it off, whatever it was that stalked him, he was powerless to keep it a bay, and so he gave into his baser needs. Holding her tight, he repeatedly thrust into her heavenly warmth, losing himself in her for a while. He’d looked forward to this since that first day in the café. Taking her hair, he curled it around his fingers and slammed into her, burying himself as far as he could go, his mouth on her perky nipple, licking and sucking until he felt her tense and cry out. Not even a second later, he came into her with one last desperate thrust.
Hanging there helpless, Gwen rested against Crispin, catching her breath as he placed her down and made quick work of untying her wrists and removing her bra all the way off. “You, okay?” he asked as he then lifted her up in his arms.
“More than okay,” she said with a lazy smile as he placed her down on the bed and then stretched out beside her. He leaned up on his elbow and ran his fingers over her belly. He then took her hands one at a time and studied her wrists. “I’m fine. No damage.” Sweet Crispin, he needed reassurance and she gladly gave it.
“G
ood to know.” He ran a thumb over the redness, bent his head and kissed her. “Thank you, young miss.”
“You’re welcome, kind sir.” She giggled in response.
Crispin couldn’t help but chuckle into her neck. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? This ongoing fantasy.”
“It’s a dream come true, actually.” Her fingers twitched at her sides. “Only one thing would make it even better.”
“Oh, what’s that? Dare I ask?”
“Can I have my wish now?”
“What is it you wish for?”
“A hug?”
“Is that all?” he purred against her ear, concerned. “I’m sorry. Haven’t I hugged you enough?” He started to wrap his arms around her but she stilled him with a hand on his shoulder. The words she spoke next stopped him cold.
“You’ve been lovely to me.” He’d been super affectionate and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by her. But right now, she wanted something more. “What I want, is to hug you, Crispin. Just for a moment. Just one small hug.” Slowly, he drew away and the look of betrayal he gave her caused a wince in her heart. She nearly changed her mind. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him. Obviously, her hugging him was a terrible thing to endure. “Aww… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… We don’t have to…”
“No. A promise is a promise.” As much as it pained him, he wouldn’t go back on his word. Surely, he’d survive one harmless, meaningless hug.
“Maybe I shouldn’t.” She hesitated. This felt wrong, all of a sudden, like she was making do something against his will. After all their talk of trust, she didn’t want to be the one to break it.
“Just do it…” he gritted through a clenched jaw. Of all things she could have asked him for, why did she want the one thing he dreaded the most? Why not just kill him quickly instead of going for the jugular and strangling him to a slow painful death? Rolling his eyes at his own melodrama, he steeled himself to the task.
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