“Okay, love, close your eyes.”
I hear her breathe in sharply when the nylon touches her skin, making my dick twitch, and I tie it behind her head. Fuck, this is going to be beautiful. Is it wrong for me to want to almost torture her with so much pleasure I’m not sure she can handle it?
Who am I kidding? She can handle it and more.
Keeping my hand gentle on her shoulder I move to stand in front of her.
“I’m going to take the clamps off now. It will probably hurt a little.” I graze a finger over both nipples. She stands perfectly erect. I take the first one off and quickly move to the other, studying her face for signs of emotion. Her lips tighten into a firm line. After a moment I can see Elizabeth relax as her lips open and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth and I can’t resist the temptation to touch her mouth. Raising a finger to the corner of her lips she instinctively releases it allowing me to slowly trace them. Her tongue pokes to flick the tip of my finger, and she lets out a quiet moan as she does.
The sound of metal clinking from the clamps when I place them on the table tickles our ears and it makes her nipples pucker even more.
“Let’s go, baby.” Those three little words again.
I go ahead of her leading her slowly through the rooms. She’s clasping my hand with both of hers in order to keep herself grounded. When we get to the bedroom I walk her slowly to the bed and stop her when she’s just in front of it.
“The bed is in front of you, baby. Reach out and touch it so you know where you are.”
I can see by the rising and falling of her chest she’s breathing very heavily. She bends slightly to touch the bed with her hand. When she makes contact with it she jumps just a little.
“Okay, love?” I ask gently. I know this must be a little scary for her and I admire her immensely for being brave.
“Okay.” Her voice is so soft I have to strain to hear her.
Placing my hands on her shoulders I trail kisses down each side, stroking her, soothing her, comforting her and I sense her responding, relaxing a little under my touch.
“I’m so proud of you. Thank you for trusting me. I’m going to put some music on.” The remote is right at arm’s reach so I don’t have to leave her side. The sounds of Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2 surround us, enveloping us in its sensuality.
“I’m going to take your shoes off.”
I squat down behind her between her legs which puts my face even with her sex and I can smell the intoxicating musky aroma of her desire. Placing my hands on the outsides of her thighs, I press my cheek against the back of one and rub my face against her leg.
“Elizabeth, you smell so delicious, mmmmm.” I slide one finger from the front of her pussy to between her ass cheeks then I suck her juices off it. “Delicious.” I remove her shoes and put them to the side. “Open your legs for me, as far as you are comfortable.”
I can hear her breathing now, she’s holding on to the bedposts. I want to tie her arms there but tonight I want her ass in the air. She loves it when I play with her ass when I make love to her, and I intend to play with both of her holes tonight.
“Good girl, I’m going to tie your ankles now, love.” I hold one ankle firmly with one hand to make her feel grounded, then I take the Velcro strap that’s tied to a foot post at the end of the bed with the other and gently place it around her slender ankle. Her dainty red painted toes are moving up and down pressing into the carpet. I lower my head and kiss the top of her foot before releasing it, then do the same to the other foot. I slide my hands up each of her legs, over her ass, then up her back as I stand. I move my hands down her arms to come to rest over her hands where she’s clenching the posts tightly. I press my body against hers and rest my cheek against her soft face. Her head dips back against me with her lips parted.
“I’m going to take your hands off now and I want you to lower yourself to the bed. Then I’m going to tie your arms.” I wait for a moment and let her digest this. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes…” She’s panting. Good.
I take her hands in mine and lower them to the bed keeping my hands on top of hers. She begins to lower herself and I glide her hands along the bed to where I want them. The arm restraints that are tied to the posts at the top of the bed are also Velcro so attaching them is very quick. I stand and look at her bending over the bed, open and glorious, her pussy glistening with her desire.
“You are so beautiful, Elizabeth.” I begin to caress her, her legs, her ass, her back, with long sinewy strokes, softly, then I squeeze the round cheeks of her beautiful ass, pressing into her flesh, molding her to my hands, feeling her fill them. “You. Are. Mine.” I lick her from the top of the crack of her ass all the way up her back to her neck.
“Ooooooh…” Her moan is deep and long and I feel her squirming under my touch.
“Keep still and just feel…” I begin to stroke one finger under the curves of the cheeks of her ass, up her sides then down between the round globes of bottom, through her beautiful pink wet lips to her clit. I take that swollen nub between two fingers and pinch gently.
“Oh, my God!!!” Her body tenses at the sudden sensations.
Palming her sex, I place the other hand between her shoulder blades and lower my face close to her ear.
“Was that good, baby?”
“Yes…” She’s panting trying to hold on. She doesn’t want to come too quickly. And I don’t intend to let her.
I stand but keep my hand firmly on her back. Time to play with her.
Elizabeth
Marco is giving me exquisite torture and I am getting lost in its intense delirious seduction. This is so magnificent, just feeling, not moving, receiving more and more delicious sensations and stimulations. I feel like I’m going to explode. Oh God, yes!!
I am lying halfway on the bed, arms tied straight over my head and my legs spread with my ass up in the air and I feel like my sex is screaming please come and get me. There goes that little fish mouth puckering, begging for relief again.
I feel Marco shift down behind me. I hear a click then a slight thump. I’m surprised I can hear anything at all with my heart pounding so loudly in my ears. His hand comes to lay on my mound, cupping it with a squeeze and I almost feel my juices ooze out with the pressure, I’m so aroused. He moves his hand slowly back spreading my cheeks as he does. His hand is moist and just glides over me like velvet and the feeling spreads through me like a drug. While his thumb circles and presses my back hole, his finger teases my pussy, sliding in, circling, exploring. The hand from my back begins to travel down until it comes to rest on my ass and spreads my cheeks.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Two fingers slide into my sex and my walls instantly clench on them, pulling them in. He turns them, bends them, moves them in and out so his knuckles press against that spot inside me. That wave of desire is beginning to crest, carrying me higher. The hand holding my cheeks open begins to move in rhythm with the other, caressing, petting, teasing and I start to beg silently, pleading for more. He moves and now one finger is in my pussy and another slides slowly into my ass. And he stills. He doesn’t move. My silent pleading becomes louder, stronger, hungrier. And I hug his fingers with all of me, demanding him to give me satisfaction, holding them tight, pulsing around him. When I finally let his fingers go, he begins to move, agonizingly slowly, fucking me with them in both holes. It is so sweet, I never thought it would be so incredible. I don’t want it stop. I am close to falling. His movements become deeper, more deliberate, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Ooohhhhh…” I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
He pushes in as far as he can go. I want more, it feels so good. He senses my need and wiggles those two fingers as he thrusts. And I come, slow and sweet. Still pushed deep inside me, his fingers stop again and he holds them there as I squeeze them, trying wring everything out of him.
Marco removes his fingers and is on his knees behind me. He
grabs the insides of my thighs and opens me up then buries his face between my legs sucking, licking, and probing me everywhere. The last of my orgasm shoots through my body telling me it’s not finished yet. But he knows that. Sucking the last of my cum from me, he stands and pushes the head of his cock inside my still throbbing sex with his hands still holding me open. He thrusts just the head in and out making me yearn for more.
“Please, Marco…” I’m begging, I don’t care.
“Tell me what you want, baby…” His voice is low and hungry.
“All of it, everything, everywhere, please…”
“Not yet, baby.”
“Oh God, please…”
With just the head of his cock at my entrance he begins to tease my ass, pushing just the tip of his finger inside me, thrusting and twisting it slowly. I can’t push back on him, my ass is as far back as it will go. My need is becoming intense, climbing higher and higher with each little thrust with his head and his fingertip. I want to growl at him, scream at him to fuck me, hard and deep. His other hand moves to my clit and he grabs it between two fingers and rubs it between them. Almost, I’m so close, just a little more, please…
Moving both hands to my hips he grabs me tightly, digging his fingers into my flesh. He begins to thrust the head of his cock harder, then stops like he’s hitting a wall. I hear him growl as his hands pull me closer to him pulling on my restraints. I can tell he’s holding himself back.
“Fuck me, Marco, hard!” I yell at him.
He slams into me, his hips slapping into my ass, I love that sound, the sound of our flesh smacking. He pulls back and only enters his head again. Aaarrrrggh! He’s going to kill me!
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I’m pleading.
“Fuck, Elizabeth!” He grits it out through clenched teeth.
One of his hands slide down to my front, his other still on my hip, and pinches my clit tightly as he begins to thrust deep, hard and slow.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!”
I shatter, explode, gush! Yes, sweet, sweet release.
His movements become harder, deeper, stronger, grinding into me, releasing my clit to rub my sex, deliciously stroking me and holding me to him.
“Elizabeth, God, there is never enough of you, baby…”
He throws his head back and tenses, burying his cock and I feel him spasming as he comes.
Marco
I have to get Elizabeth out of these restraints, as much as I’d love to fall over her and lie here holding her for a little while, with my cock still spurting the last of my cum inside her. My hunger for her so intense it’s never fully satisfied. I squat and undo her ankles first, rubbing the marks to bring back the blood flow and soothe them away. Standing, I do the same to her wrists, rubbing and kissing them to ease the discomfort. It looks as if she was pulling on them pretty hard. I lift her and place her on the bed, not trusting her limbs to carry her after holding herself up like that. I go to the bathroom and come back with a warm wet washcloth to clean her.
I place light kisses over her face on her eyes, forehead, cheeks and lips as I gently wipe her body with the towel.
“How are you, love?” I ask softly.
She smiles up at me glowing and looking beautifully intoxicated.
“I’m good,” she says softly as her smile widens.
I knew she was enjoying it but I wanted to hear it from her. I want to be sure she wants more.
“Tell me, do you want more?” I look intently into her eyes searching for what she might not tell me with words. They widen with all of the possibilities.
“Yes, I think I do, Marco…” It’s barely above a whisper.
I kiss her deeply, letting all of the appreciation and happiness I feel pour into her with my kiss.
“Okay, I’ll give you more, but not tonight,” I tease.
“Thank God, I don’t think I would survive.” She rolls her eyes playfully at me.
“But we have some shopping to do tomorrow.” I smirk mischievously at her, thinking of the list of purchases I have prepared in my head.
Her mouth falls open slightly at that implication, silent for a moment.
“Yes, we do. And by the looks of that smile on your face, Marco, I have a feeling it’s going to be very interesting.”
I can imagine the images playing through that beautiful head of hers.
Chapter Seven
Marco
We’ve fallen into the routine of me making breakfast because I enjoy it and I’m a good cook. Elizabeth has yet to cook for me. I think she’s a little intimidated because I grew up in the restaurant business and she thinks I’m this great cook. To be honest, I am better than most people. Not only did I grow up in the business but cooking was a hobby of mine for a while during a very bad time of my life. It helped me to relax and be calm when everything was falling to shit around me. Now Elizabeth can enjoy the fruits of that.
Today is the usual spinach and egg omelets but I’m adding some potatoes on the side because I think we’re both in need of a little more sustenance after last night and in anticipation of the day ahead. We have a lot of shopping to do for the house and for toys. I’ve decided already that I’m not going to tell Elizabeth where we’re going and I’m definitely not telling her we’re going to buy sex toys. I have a few in mind that I know she’ll love but I’m very curious to see if she’ll show any interest in picking anything out. She has surprised me with her desire for more. And I can’t wait to give it to her. This is our weekend and I plan to enjoy every moment I have with her. That black cloud threatening to open up is not coming near us.
Just as I’m pouring Elizabeth’s tea and my coffee, sleepyhead comes out of the bedroom wearing one of my shirts and it makes me smile. I love seeing her in them.
Walking over to her I kiss her on the forehead. “Good morning, baby, did you sleep well?”
“Hi, sexy, yes, I slept so hard, it was fantastic.”
“I’m so glad, I know you didn’t sleep well the last time. Come on, let’s have breakfast. I’m sure you’re starved.”
I walk over to the table and pull out a chair for her and wait for her to sit down.
“Get comfortable, put your feet up. I’ll bring your breakfast and your tea.” I kiss her on the top of pretty bed-head when she sits then I go to get our plates, coffee, tea and water.
“Drink some water. I’m sure you need it. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” I wink at her.
She has a confused expression on her face. “Why would I get dehydrated?”
“As wet as you get, and as hard as you come, you would get dehydrated,” I say enjoying the embarrassment on her face.
“Marco!” She scolds, turning beet-red and swatting my hand.
“Eat up, we’ve got a busy day ahead. And you’ve got to go visit your friend about your costume for Halloween this weekend. When do you want to go?”
I’m wondering if she’ll go alone or ask me to go with her.
“I don’t know, I’ll have to check with her and see when she’s free.” She raises her eyes to mine biting her fingernail and I know there’s something she wants to say.
“What is it, Elizabeth?”
“Um, would you like to meet her?” She looks almost afraid to ask me.
“Of course I’d like to meet your friend. Just tell me when and where and we’ll be there.” I lean over and place a light kiss on her lips and I’m happy she looks relieved but I’m happier she asked me to meet her friend. I was beginning to think she was hiding me.
“Now eat, it’s gonna be a long day.”
We look like newlyweds during the first part of the morning’s shopping excursion, picking out paintings and photographs of local scenes in small little galleries and shops. Next we go to Pottery Barn for kitchen accessories. I need a new juicer and sea salt and pepper grinders. I enjoy both of these shopping ventures, as much as I love to cook. The saleslady keeps looking at me like, I can’t believe this guy is not gay. We have lunch at A Taste of Italy, a
little authentic Italian restaurant that started out as a deli but added a room with dining tables. This place is just like the delis in New York.
Frank Sinatra crooning The Way You Look Tonight. I look at Elizabeth and my heart swells. This woman intoxicates me.
“Dance with me, baby.” I hold my hand out to her.
“Here?” She looks around warily. No one else is in the dining room so she takes my hand slowly as a carefree smile graces that lovely face.
I hold her against me pressing her body into mine.
I sing the words of the song softly into her ear, her cheek pressed to mine.
I dip her, just like they did in the old days when the song finishes, and her laughter fills the air. I’m going to remember this day for the rest of my life, a perfect snapshot caught forever in my mind.
We sit down to eat and I tell Elizabeth that next we’re going to go look for her corset and some other things. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment she asked me to go shopping with her. I won’t tell her where. I know by the glimmer I must have in my eye, she knows I have some surprises in store. She’s like a little kid filled with excitement but at the same time her wanton inner slut side can’t wait either. The two parts of her are incredibly irresistible.
As I drive up Market Street and go past the Harley-Davidson dealership, she turns to me.
“I have a pretty good idea of where we’re going, Mr. Bond.”
I place my hand on her thigh, stroking it as a smile creeps over my face, my eyes never leaving the road.
“I’m sure you do. And what do you think?”
“I think we’re going to buy more than just a corset, Sir.” I don’t miss the innuendo.
“Well you did ask for more. We’ll see how much more you want.”
When we pull into a parking spot at the Adam & Eve kinkfest store I turn to look at her. Her face is flushed and she’s biting her lip. She’s turned on. This is going to be fun. I want to lick my lips in anticipation of everything we’re going to do with all of these little toys of pleasure.
“Ready?”
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