By the Book

by Ravyn Wilde

  Joey showered, shaved her legs and blew her hair dry. Not an easy job in the high humidity. She applied a light dusting of makeup and then went to work converting the bedroom. She changed the sheets and looped four soft scarves around the corners of the cane bed frame. The fragile silk wouldn’t hold if you yanked on them, but they would do for tonight’s purpose.

  She opened the windows to the warm tropical breeze and the full moonlight then turned to look over the tray sitting at the side of the bed. If Gray agreed with her plans, she’d add a few things from the refrigerator. Her thoughts centered all afternoon on the experience to come, the planning and preparation for a night of sexual exploration kept her body and her needs in sharp focus.

  Her body anxious and tense with drawn out anticipation, she’d walked around all day with her nipples peaked in hard arousal and the sensitive folds of her labia flushed and swollen in smoldering arousal. She wondered how Gray would feel if she met him at the door naked and just attacked him.

  The unusual experience of preparing for tonight, while keeping thoughts of Gray uppermost in her mind, also pointed out so many things that had been missing in her relationship with Mike. She now saw very clearly that Mike had been uncomfortable with first her sensuality and then with her success. Spending time with Gray, with a man who seemed comfortable and turned on by both, underlined her conclusions in red ink. She wanted to try new things, new experiences. Mike hadn’t. She admitted to herself that she was unable to imagine doing the exercises and activities listed in most of the books she read with Mike—even if he would have agreed to give them a try.

  It was Gray she saw in her mind and Gray she thought about and built tonight’s fantasy around.

  Her thoughts kept circling back to his arrival and she jumped when she heard his knock and his warm hello from the front door. Her heart rate leapt in eagerness.

  Gray saw Joey coming toward him through the screen door. Dressed in a simple pale pink sundress, her breasts swayed unbound beneath the fabric and her wild brown hair fell in a sensual tangle around her shoulders. His cock strained in appreciation. She smiled her welcome and he folded her into his arms, kissing her lightly. If he gave in to his hunger now, there would be no playing—it would just be down and dirty.

  She offered him a drink, he accepted a beer and they spent a few minutes talking about their individual days. During a lull in the conversation, Gray asked if she’d made any decisions about tonight, “Are you still comfortable with me, Joey? Do you still want to play?”

  Joey’s laugh trilled out in a delighted sigh. “Play?” she questioned. “Oh, now that sounds so much better than research or experiment. I can’t wait, Gray.” He relaxed. He’d been unaware of the tension in his body until she reaffirmed her intentions.

  Gray smiled. “Yeah, and it is so much fun. I take it you decided what you want to try tonight?”

  “Umm, yes. If it’s all right with you I planned a combination of experiences. Light bondage with what one book calls a lover’s feast.” Joey went on to explain her choice to him. He could see she wanted to make sure he had no objection.

  Objection? Gray’s body surged into overdrive with just the description of what she’d planned.

  “Do you want to let me tie you up first, Joey, or do you want me at your mercy?” he questioned, trying to keep the eagerness out of his tone.

  Joey explained to him how she’d debated this question all day and finally decided she wanted her hands on him first. Their urgency last night left her little time to explore his body. And she wanted him at her mercy. “If it’s okay with you, Gray,” she said blushing, “I’d like you to be bound first. I have several ideas after last night.”

  Gray cleared his throat. His entire blood flow seemed to have been taken over by his cock, making speech difficult. “No. I would love to go first. Joey, how well do you like your dress?”

  Joey looked down at her sundress and then brought her eyes back up to meet his in confusion. “This dress? I like it enough. I’ve owned it for a couple of years. Why?”

  “A fantasy of my own. Think you could leave it on for me and let me cut it off you when I’m ready?” he said, as he looked at her, not bothering to hide the passion evident in his gaze.

  Joey’s pulse rocketed. Oh, yes! She worked to clear her thoughts while drowning in his smoldering look and the idea of being bound at his mercy and having him undress her that way. A bodice-ripper fantasy—goody, one of her favorites. Imagine being abducted by a pirate, a concubine in a pasha’s harem…oh, baby, the possibilities seemed endless. Not trusting her voice, she managed little more than a quick nod of her head in agreement. She went to gather the scissors and a few supplies from the kitchen before joining him in the bedroom.

  Chapter Nine

  Gray’s cock stood up and did a mad dance of strained anticipation when he first saw the multicolored silk scarves on the bedposts, the crisp blue sheets on the bed and the tray on the nightstand. He swallowed hard when Joey stood before the bed and said in a soft voice, “Will you let me tie you up?”

  If he didn’t get control of himself now this would be over way too fast. He’d always enjoyed a creative sex life but he knew he’d never had anyone go to such detailed lengths for him. His partners let him be creative and went along for the ride. Not Joey. With eagerness and a touch of naïveté, she’d put everything she could think of into making this night memorable.

  He nodded his head. “Gladly,” he croaked out.

  Gray watched Joey, wondering if she noticed the tight clench of his jaw and the fierce heat he knew she would see in his brown eyes. She kept glancing at him, as if she were unable to believe what she was about to do.

  He watched as she took a deep breath and turned to him. Her voice was shaky. “Okay. Here is my fantasy. I am about to play Indian captive turning the tables on her gorgeous Indian brave… I suppose that isn’t politically correct, but I don’t care.”

  He chuckled encouragingly and replied, “There is no incorrect desire in the bedroom, sweetheart. This is your fantasy and I am just happy to be a part of it. I kind of like where you are taking this. I’ll be your Indian brave and make all your dreams come true.”

  He was glad he left his hair free tonight, as he watched her, eyes riveted on its shiny, straight length falling over his shoulders. She reached out to him, for a moment just running her fingers through his hair and sighing in pleasure.

  She grinned at him. “Your hair looks like a black waterfall with deep blue highlights. All I can think about when I look at it, when I feel how silky it is, is how much I want your hair brushing over my skin.”

  Gray moaned and made her a promise, “When I have you naked and bound tonight, I’ll make sure you get your wish.”

  While she watched him, Gray stripped and settled himself on the bed to tease her, he pulled a corner of the sheet over his groin. He waited for her, his anticipation building. Slowly she moved to each corner and fastened his arms and legs with the waiting scarves.

  “How’s that?” she asked. He pulled against his restraints and then grinned at her wickedly.

  “They’ll hold,” he said, his voice rough.

  Joey stood back and tapped her lips with the tip of a finger, considering. He watched as she glanced around the well-lit room and moved to flip off the light switch. The full moon shining through the window was perfect. The moonlight bathed Joey with its soft glow. There were no shadows to cover her body. He would see every blush, every reaction in fine detail.

  While he waited for Joey, he lay still. With his arms and legs spread-eagle, he tested her knots. When he tugged on the scarves they didn’t move…just tightened around his wrists and ankles. He knew if he really wanted to get loose—if he needed to touch her—he would be able to rip the fabric with one hard pull. But, for now, he would turn his body over to her mercy.

  The soft fabric of her sundress wouldn’t restrict Joey’s movement. Already barefoot, there was just one more thing to get rid of. Watching Gray, she
lifted up the skirt of her dress and slipped her fingers into the sides of her thong. She watched him hold his breath, watched his eyes focus with heated intent on her hands. Her movements slow, she tormented him by pulling down her panties and letting the dress slide down to cover her. He would have caught a brief flash of the trim curls covering her pussy.

  “Joey,” he hissed her name, that one word full of hunger and demand. She smiled to herself as she moved to sit on the bed beside him and pull away the sheet covering his center. Ahhh. Her little peep show definitely had an effect. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from the impressive sight of his manhood as it strained toward the ceiling. He was long. Thick. The skin tone on his cock was as golden tan as the rest of his body, the vein running from base to head throbbed blue and swollen. His cock thrust tall and proud from tight black curls, the head engorged with blood and gleaming with just the hint of moisture.

  Joey knew Gray watched her as she studied him. She could feel the intensity of his gaze. As she sat there, touching him with only her eyes, her body flushed in response to his reaction. She took a deep breath of anticipation as his cock expanded even further, then jumped with straining need as she used her tongue to moisten her lips. “Touch me, Joey,” he pleaded.

  She met his gaze, seeing the open hunger in his eyes. She’d wanted complete and unrestricted access to his body, but the sight of him bound and open to her numbed every working brain cell. She couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t focus on anything but his groin. Dragging her eyes from his she glanced at the tray, at the many selections and grinned. Well, she didn’t have to give up everything in her hurry to have him cupped in her hands.

  Sitting up on her knees she reached her hands out to run the tips of her fingers over his chest, using them to define his muscles, to squeeze his shoulders and smooth her palms over his exquisite flesh. She purred, “Magnificent.” She leaned over him to run her tongue across one dark, puckered nipple. She could feel his body tense under her hands, heard his moan of delight as she drew the tight nub into her mouth and pressed it between her lips. As she used her mouth on his nipple, she lowered one hand to tease circles around his belly button and smiled with her mouth against his flesh as he sucked in his stomach in reaction to her touch. Felt him hold his breath.

  In a slow, tantalizing glide, she slid her fingers down until she touched his velvet shaft and measured his length with her hands. Running her finger along his length, she started at the base and traced a line upward to swirl around the swollen end. She encircled him with her hand and moved her mouth in a trail down his stomach. When she was poised over his center, she looked up to meet the molten heat of his gaze and bent with deliberate intent to run her tongue in a light, teasing stroke through the slit on the end.

  She watched in delight as Gray struggled to keep still, his jaw clenched in the effort to keep silent. She lowered her eyes to concentrate on his cock. He tasted a little salty, smelled musky, a warm, wonderful spicy fragrance uniquely his. Joey breathed deep and slipped her mouth over him, drew up. Slipped back down and sucked, pressing her tongue flat against his pulsing vein. She smiled around him as he bucked, pushing his shaft deeper.

  “Damn, Joey. Wait. Until. It’s. Your. Turn,” he gasped in broken sentences. He moaned when she released him and opened his eyes. She made sure she had his attention as she bent over the tray with her ass high in the air which allowed him a teasing glimpse of her cunt from the back. She heard him struggle against the silky ties holding him captive and he swore.

  Smiling in anticipation, Joey drew back and kneeled beside Gray on the bed. Opening the bottle of chocolate syrup, she poured some into her hands and rubbed them together. Then she brought her sticky, slippery hands down to massage the syrup along the turgid length of his cock, paying close attention to the rounded tip. She enjoyed the sight of Gray arching his neck and straining into her touch. He closed his eyes and she could see the muscles in his neck and chest bunched. She reached between his legs and dribbled the syrup over his balls.

  Gray fought his body. Fought the temptation to scream and buck like a madman. Her tentative touch, the liquid heat of her tongue and the promise of her mouth were making submission impossible. He struggled to keep from just yanking his arms and tearing to shreds the fabric binding him.

  “Yes!” he hissed between grinding teeth as she coated him in chocolate. Her hands sliding in the slippery substance, the motion intended to drive him crazy. He tried to relax, to turn his body over to her ministrations. Thinking of how it would be when he was the one coating her in chocolate. Hell, he couldn’t think. His mind became a red blur as sensations combined with the erotic list forming in his mind. First he wanted to paint her chest with chocolate syrup. Then he wanted to be buried so deep inside her they’d never get separated.

  Joey did wonderful, swirling, throttling things with her hands. She rolled his nuts in the palm of one hand and clasped them in gentle care while moving her other hand over his shaft in a pumping motion. She was going to kill him. He opened his eyes and bent his neck to watch her.

  Joey’s slipped her tongue out from between her lips to lick him. He could see the dark chocolate-coated head, as it wept more pre-come. She used her tongue to clean as much of him as she could reach. Her voice came out in a demanding growl, “Ummm. You taste of sweet chocolate and salt and Gray. Bend your knees. I want more.”

  Gray swiftly complied with her demands and opened his legs to her. She moved between them to lay on her stomach with her face over his groin. The sight seared into his brain and he knew it was one he’d never forget. She moved one hand to his shaft, the other to his butt to pull him closer to her mouth.

  Joey proceeded to lick and suck every hint of chocolate from Gray’s body. With each forward motion she took more of him into her suctioning heat. Gray panted and thrust his hips up and down; he had no control over his body. He watched her with glazed eyes, his cock gliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue teasing the slit at the head. His eyes met hers and burned.

  “Enough!” Gray roared.

  “Not nearly enough,” she purred as she moved back to her prize. Gray struggled against his bonds, trying desperately to get free. He felt her smile around him as she continued to work her mouth on his cock, alternating licking and sucking, moving her hands to grip his hips and hold her to him.

  Gray was going to explode. He gave up fighting to free himself and let Joey take over his body. He couldn’t believe the rush of fire in his veins as he realized he couldn’t stop her and gloried in the fact he was at her mercy. He lost himself to the friction of her tormenting mouth, the hot slide of her tongue. “Joey, I…can’t,” he gasped, wanting to warn her.

  “Hmmm,” she hummed against his sensitive flesh and the vibrating sensation sent him jetting over the edge and into her mouth. Even then she didn’t let him go, she just continued to lick and suck him clean.

  Joey loved sucking Gray’s cock and watching him lose control. She’d never been able to go the distance before. She’d always stopped after a few minutes, never wanting to let Mike come in her mouth. The attitude between them had been wrong for such an intimate sharing. But she hadn’t felt that way with Gray. Slowly she moved off the end of the bed and looked at him. He lay there limp, sated. His eyes were closed and his chest moved up and down with his ragged breathing. She went into the bathroom to get a warm washrag and returned to clean him up.

  “Don’t!” he hissed, recoiling from her soft touch. “Ah, baby, I’m too sensitive yet. You’ve killed me. Just. Oh, God, just untie me and I’ll take care of it,” he moaned.

  She moved to untie him and yelped when he threw her to the bed flat on her back.

  In one smooth motion he moved over her and grabbed the washcloth. He made a couple of swipes to his groin and then grabbed a condom from the tray. One of the ribbed varieties she’d picked up in town. Wrapping himself in the latex, he kneeled between her legs and pulled her dress up to her waist. Smiling, Joey realized he didn’t undress her becaus
e he wanted to make sure he still got his bodice-ripping fantasy. Already hard again, he stroked his fingers through her curls, parting her folds for his entry. She groaned and bucked into him. She knew he would find her wet. Ready.

  Gray put his hands under Joey’s hips and lifted her to position his cock at her entrance. He pressed into her heat and teased them both with shallow thrusts for a brief moment. He breached her just a bare inch, and then pulled back, in…out…in…out. The teasing glide, a promise of things to come.

  “Gray!”

  At her shouted demand, he lunged forward to slap his groin against her center! Oh, God…he felt good. Thick and hard…filling her. Her body clenched around him and he pulled back to do it again. And again. The pace he set turned frantic and hard. She wrapped her arms around him, dug her nails into his back. “Ohmygodfeelssogood!” She couldn’t get enough of him. She knew she was screaming…crying out in reaction. She didn’t care.

  Joey’s mind reeled. The combined sensations of his thick cock slamming into her cunt and his balls slapping against her ass, catapulted her into a wild, intense climax. As she exploded she heard Gray shout her name. Felt his body as it swelled even more and erupted sending a rush of liquid heat through her that started at the top of her head and blew through her toes, plunging her into a second tidal wave of volatile sensation. Damn…each time with him got better and better.

  Chapter Ten

  “If I blindfold you, Joey, you’ll feel my touch even more and the sensitivity and the unknown will add an edge to the experience. You can tell me to take it off at any time and I will. Will you let me blindfold you, honey?” His voice a low growl, she felt the low vibration through her body and shivered.

  Joey moved her head on the pillow and looked at him. Evidently it was her turn now. Jeez. She could swear she didn’t have anything left. Even after they took a short nap she couldn’t believe he was ready to go again. She could see by the look in his eyes he was more than ready…waiting for her answer. With only a small hesitation she nodded and relaxed.