by Bridy McAvoy
“I’m not so sure…” Her mind wasn’t, but her body was, going into overdrive. She closed her eyes briefly and let the random images flood through her. The idea of her husband not only leading her cuffed from the car onto the porch but also turning her round to face the street and lifting her t-shirt and dropping her skirt, passed across her closed eyelids in high definition. She gasped and shivered and felt her nipples harden further. Her labia were distending—she could feel the way the fabric of her panties were rubbing against them. She clenched her thighs together and panted for breath as she reached a decision.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted forward; half turned to face away from him and obediently crossed her wrists behind her.
“Perfect!”
It was obvious he was elated at her giving in, and she shuddered again as his hands captured hers and she felt him close the first cuff around her left wrist, followed by the other one on her right wrist.
She turned to face forward again and gingerly settled back into her seat.
“If there’s a cop around, you’re doing the talking, Ben—I’m not!”
It was awkward sitting there with her hands tied behind her like this—uncomfortable too. Ben put the car into gear and drove forward, turning into their road and, as he straightened up, he changed up a gear and his hand moved onto the front of her thigh. She couldn’t brush his hand away so just watched as his fingers crept closer to the hemline of her mini-skirt then disappeared beneath it.
“Open.”
His voice was hoarse and she knew why—he was feeling the sexual tension of the moment as much as she was. She spread her knees a few inches and watched his hand disappear entirely under the skirt. Closing her eyes, she could feel its progress up the inside of her thigh and gasped as it approached her panties, then her eyes snapped open as his hand disappeared.
She looked up and out to see they were turning into the driveway of their own house.
“You sit still, babe, I’ll get the door for you.” He chuckled.
Kayla panted for breath, she could feel the way her body was reacting—her nipples ached to be released from their confines, as did her throbbing pussy.
Ben surprised her nonetheless—he walked away from the car into range of the sensor on the porch light to ensure it came on. Her eyes widened—this could do nothing other than increase the time she was exposed to the view of their neighbors and she gasped as he unlocked the front door, opened it and killed the house alarm, then came back out and relocked it. He was planning ahead, and had to have something planned for when he got her through the door—hell, she was assuming he was going to get her through the door first! She tried to suppress the shudder of excitement that ran through her body.
Ben walked round to her side of the car and smiled at her through the window, then opened the door and stood back, like a chauffeur would, leaving her to struggle.
“A little help would be appreciated.”
She was surprised by the candor of his answer.
“If I touched you at this moment, I’d end up fucking you over the bonnet of the car, and that’s not the kind of show our neighbors would be interested in.”
She giggled. “You never know…”
“Not happening, minx—just get out of the car.”
She gritted her teeth and, for a moment, thought about hitting the quick release on the cuffs, but that would only take all the fun out of the situation—for both of them. She wriggled forward in the seat then swung her legs out, heedless of the skirt riding up her thighs—she couldn’t do anything about it, anyway. He grinned as his eyes took in the view but made no move to help. With her feet outside the car she had to shuffle to the edge of the seat, which only trapped more of the skirt under her ass exposing even more of her legs to his—and any other watcher’s—view.
With her feet planted on the ground, she leaned forward and rose unsteadily to her feet. “That’s the last time you’re gonna tie me up in the car.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Yeah!” She frowned at him but could tell he knew she wasn’t angry—her flushed skin and ragged breathing, not to mention her nipples pushing out the front of her t-shirt, visible under the porch light, gave her away. “So, are you going to take your captive inside?”
“Maybe…”
“Whatever do you mean?”
His light playful tone belied his obvious urgency, so she responded in kind.
“I might want to pull your t-shirt up, undo your bra and parade you around the neighborhood first.”
Her knees went weak at the thought and she backed up to the open car door and held onto the armrest behind her back for support, conscious her skirt hadn’t fallen back into place, so her legs were still exposed almost up to her ass. The thought of being walked down the street with her naked breasts visible and her skirt so high was too much for her system.
“No way!”
She knew he couldn’t actually do that, not without her active co-operation—she could undo the handcuffs at any time, but the thought of it was enough to increase her lust. Kayla looked at her husband and licked her lips.
“Get me inside…please…I need…”
“What do you need, babe?”
“I need you. Now get me the fuck inside!”
He took a step back, and she realized she’d shouted it. Kayla looked guiltily around to see if there was anyone in earshot, but there wasn’t so she breathed a sigh of relief and stood up straight. Before he could move she walked past him, heading for the porch and the brighter light there. Behind her she heard Ben shut the car door and then the muted chirp, chirp as he locked it and set the alarm. She reached the porch step and climbed up to stand under the light, her back to the street, her secured hands in plain sight, and waited for her husband to come and unlock the door again.
The step behind her creaked as Ben approached but he stood a few feet behind her and made no move to come past her.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “What?”
“You look so fucking sexy like that.”
She smiled but was getting nervous now—the scene outside the front door had done its job for her and, she suspected for both of them, but it was dragging on now and she wanted him to get it over with, to get inside the house and then for him to ravish her in the worst way.
“Maybe. But it’s time to go inside now! I mean it, Ben—now!”
He smiled at her and shook himself, she gasping with relief as he brushed past her, the touch sending surges through her already overloaded nervous system, and then unlocked the door, opened it and hit the switch to turn the even brighter hall light on.
She scooted past him and turned to face him once she was inside, panting for breath and rubbing her legs together. He grinned at her but stepped inside and pushed the door closed and locked it. When he turned round to face her she closed the distance between them and pushed herself against him, backing him into the door.
“Kiss me!” Her voice had gone husky in a hurry but Kayla was past caring. She couldn’t put her arms round him, couldn’t open his fly and release his cock, but she could kiss and be kissed, and at that moment she needed all the contact she could get.
“Minx!”
“Stud! Do it!”
She lifted her face, her mouth open, ready for a kiss but she was stunned by the ferocity with which he kissed her. His lips mashed down on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth without any preliminary. Instead of encircling her with his arms, his hands moved to her defenseless chest and squeezed her breasts and she moaned into his mouth. He reached down and pulled the taut fabric up until it was bunched around her neck, his hands forcing their way between her pinioned arms and her back to release the catch on her bra, which soon joined her t-shirt tangled around her neck. Now his fingers had unfettered access to her breasts and he squeezed and pulled at her nipples as he kept up the relentless onslaught on her mouth. She moaned almost continuously into his mouth as her knees started to sag under her from the fev
erish sexual contact.
Ben wrapped his arms around her to stop her collapsing.
“Please…Ben…Please…”
He broke the kiss and smiled, a smile full of lust, and pulled her tight into him, so she could feel his hardness against her belly. Instinctively she ground herself against him and was rewarded with feeling his cock twitch.
“Let’s go to bed.”
“I can’t manage the stairs…not like this, and I can’t wait that long—couch…take me to the couch.”
He changed his grip on her body and swept her up into his arms, one arm behind her back and one under her knees, and strode into the lounge. Once there he moved to the couch and dropped her unceremoniously onto it. With her hands trapped she’d have landed heavily if it wasn’t for the soft cushions. Nevertheless, it drove the wind from her and left her helpless to defend herself from her husband as he dropped to his knees beside her, reached up under her skirt and deftly pulled her panties onto her legs, despite her being unable to lift her ass from the couch.
He stripped them down her legs with one hand as he fumbled with his fly with the other. Once the panties cleared her feet, Kayla spread her legs as Ben fished himself out of his fly and almost jumped onto the couch between her thighs.
He lay on top of her, one arm taking his weight, the other hand guiding himself to her wet entrance. She squealed as he entered her easily, pushing his length into her in a single stroke, her pussy wet and accepting and more than willing. Her hands remained shackled underneath her and she groaned as he started to pull out then drove forward again. Her hips bucked off the couch to meet him and she came on about his fourth stroke—then again and, finally, again before he was spent.
Ben collapsed down onto her and she gasped for air, wrapping her arms around him and hugging his body to hers in the warmth of the afterglow.
It was several minutes before she realized the cuffs had come undone—or she’d undone them herself at some point during the frenzied sex.
She smiled and hugged the man she loved—even tighter.
Kayla Models Life – Week 3 – On Location
Chapter 1
Ben leaned against the wardrobe door, his eyes feasting on her naked form as she brushed her hair out after the shower.
“What?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I can look at you, can’t I?”
“I don’t mind the looking—it’s the look I’m worried about.”
It took him a moment to work out what she meant, and then held his hands up.
“I know, I know…today you’re on show again, and I’m not allowed to handle the merchandise.”
“My body is not merchandise.”
“Figure of speech. I just want to watch—besides, you haven’t told me why Chris is picking you up and why you have to wear whatever is in that dress carrier—which you haven’t shown me yet, at all.”
Kayla pursed her lips—she felt a little guilty about not telling Ben everything about today, but she didn’t want to tell him everything, either.
“Well, if it’s so important to you—take a look inside the carrier.”
He’d be seeing the dress in the next few minutes anyway, so she decided to give him a little victory in order to head off any questions she didn’t want to answer. He knew it was a modeling gig, after all, so some of the details could keep, and some of the details could be kept quiet about. He knew it was a glamour gig—he’d been there when it had been arranged, after all, so he knew her body was going to be on show to Chris and the five, correction, four now, students on his course. Last week it had got a little out of hand—only a little, mind, and she had no intention of letting it get that out of hand today.
“Chris is picking me up because Teri can’t. He’ll be dropping me off afterward, too. So stop worrying.”
Ben, in the meantime, had undone the zipper on the dress carrier and had ignored the white dress inside, instead immediately picking up the bundled underwear at the bottom of the carrier. The black and gold bra and the panties, with their own built-in frilly tulle skirt, were very different from her usual wear. They were expensive ones too. Unusually for the shoots Chris set up, there were no stockings—she would be bare-legged. Except for the shower one, she couldn’t remember a shoot where she hadn’t been posing in stockings. In fact, she half-smiled as she thought about the way the stockings made her feel, and the excitement of showing her stocking tops to the guys before her skirt or other clothes came off.
“No stockings?”
“Apparently not—not this time.”
“Ah…”
“So, why are you changing here?”
“Because Chris wants an early start, and Teri isn’t going to be there to do my hair and makeup, so I’ve got to do it now, and hope it lasts all day.”
Ben shook his head as he turned his attention to the dress and pushed the carrier off.
“Just you and six horny guys.”
“No, one of them dropped out, remember.”
“Yeah, and paid you a thou for doing so. I can’t get my head around that.”
Kayla decided attack was her best form of defense. She stood up and struck a provocative pose.
“You don’t happen to think a view of this body is worth a thousand dollars, then?”
He looked round at her and growled. “Hell, it’s worth fifty thousand! Come here.”
He took two steps toward her and she wagged her finger at him. “Come on, sweetie, you know I’ve got to get ready.”
“Hmmm…”
He tossed the underwear to her and returned to his position leaning against the wardrobe door. Kayla felt sorry for him but a glance at the clock told her she was running out of time. She’d done her makeup before she’d started on her hair so all she had to do was get dressed, and at least she didn’t have to go within grabbing range of her husband’s hands until after the underwear was in place.
She sat back down and pulled the panties onto her legs, then stood up again to pull them into place. She giggled. “Say bye-bye for now, you little honey pot!”
He snorted but didn’t move, just folded his arms across his chest. The bra was next and she slipped that on, thought about asking him to do it up and decided that was too dangerous—her husband was way too randy already. Once the bra was in place she was faced with either fetching the dress, putting her within his reach, and she didn’t have time for a wrestling match, however enjoyable it might be—Chris was due to pick her up in less than five minutes.
“Throw me the dress, sweetie.”
He frowned at her, and she knew he’d been planning to grab hold of her when she crossed the room to fetch it. She stood there, hands on hips, and glared back at him, knowing she cut a devastatingly sexy figure in the matching bra and panties set. She’d tried them on earlier in the week when Ben was working late. The dress was white, short and tight—too damn short, which was probably the reason Chris hadn’t asked for stockings. He had specified white heels and told her to bring her black, red and pink pairs with her as well as a pair of running shoes, which she found a little bit bizarre.
After a few seconds of stand-off, Ben gave in and took the dress off its hanger and threw it to her. It was a soft jersey knit fabric with no fastenings. She stepped into it and pulled it up her legs, wriggling to get it over her hips, and then onto her arms and over her bust. It fit like a second skin, tight and clinging to every curve. The only straight line was the small area above her pussy where it cut across the hollow—other than that it clung to every inch of her. She thought it looked a little wrong around the hips, given the panties but Teri had told her it would be fine—it was the look Chris wanted.
Ben whistled his appreciation and she took hold of the hem of the dress and dropped him a mock curtsey. Any further byplay was prevented when they both heard a horn blow from outside.
Ben crossed to the window and his face fell. “It’s Chris.”
She checked herself in the mirror and stepped into her w
hite high heel pumps. They only had a two inch heel but that was enough to stretch the muscles of her calves and complete the sexy look.
“I won’t be that long, sweetie. I’ll be home not long after four, and then…” She giggled “…we can have some fun, just like we did last week and the week before.”
She crossed to the window and hugged Ben from the side and looked out to see Chris standing next to his car, looking up at them. He waved and then pointedly looked at his watch.
“Gotta go, sweetie. Love you.”
Ben hugged her tight and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips, but didn’t push at her at all in order not to smudge her lipstick. “Love you, too. Now get out of here, minx. I’ll get you later.”
“Count on it, stud, count on it!”
She ran lightly down the stairs and picked up her bag with her other shoes and essentials, and then walked out the front door and down the drive. Chris, on seeing the door open, had moved round to the passenger side of the car and gallantly held the door open for her. She walked up and smiled, turning round to wave to Ben who was still watching from the bedroom window. Turning back to the car she decided to give Ben a last thrill, but decided to warn Chris first.
“I’m going to give Ben a little show—no peeking, he’s watching so keep your eyes above the line.”
“Sure.”
She turned once more, backed up to the low-slung seat and sat down, then swung her legs in one at a time. As expected the dress rode up almost all the way to her panties and she watched Ben as he applauded the show she gave him. Chris was good to his word and didn’t watch her legs, keeping his eye-line somewhere over the roof of the car. As he shut the door, his back was to Ben.
“You can pretend to adjust the skirt, but don’t actually pull it back down. I want to enjoy the view, too.”
He closed the door and moved round to his side as she did as she was told. Chris climbed into the sporty Lexus, put the car into gear and drove off as she waved to her husband.
“Hmm…That dress suits you…Your legs are quite spectacular.”
