by Golden Angel
"Good girl. How does that feel?"
"Tight... Hurts... but a good hurt," she admitted, shivering as he cupped her breasts again, gently stroking the undersides. Their sensitivity of her entire chest felt magnified with the clamps tightly confining her nipples. "Are you going to touch my pussy now?"
An unfamiliar note of pleading had entered her voice again. Maria couldn’t remember the last time she'd ever begged during sex, or even if she ever had, but Rick's slow pace made her feel wanton, even as his tender care made her feel safe enough to do so. She didn't worry that he would mock her.
Nope. Fucker just looked smugly satisfied as he moved back down between her legs, trailing his hand along her stomach.
"Yes Maria," he said, his voice dark and rich with sensual promise. "I'm going to touch your pussy now. I'm going to do what I've been fantasizing about for weeks and taste this sweet pussy."
This time when she writhed as his hand curved over her mound, her breasts jiggled and her nipples stung with renewed pain as the clamps moved. Oh fuck... this was going to kill her. Keeping still made her want to scream with frustration, but moving at all just made her even more needy and aroused as the stabbing pain and pleasure of the clamps washed through her.
Settling himself between her legs, Rick wrapped one arm under and around her thigh, pressing his hand flat down on her belly just above the landing strip she had on her mound, holding her hips in place as he used his other hand to spread over the lips of her pussy and gently blow on the swollen, wet flesh. Maria groaned, jerking at the wrist restraints, which made her nipples flare to life again as her breasts jiggled. She should have known that he wouldn't just get down to it and get her off.
Keeping his hand firmly placed on her lower belly, holding her exactly where he wanted her, Rick took one long lap with his tongue right up her creamy center. But just when he got to her clit, he pulled away.
Maria practically sobbed, feeling the tiny little bundle of nerves swell even further in dismayed protest at the teasing lack of stimulation. "Rick pleaaaaaase..."
"Shhh..." His hand made little circles on his belly. "You'll get to cum, Maria, I promise, but right now I'm going to enjoy this. And you are too."
Enjoy was both an under and an overstatement.
It was blissful agony as Rick went about his business tasting her. Savored her. She'd never had a man explore her so minutely, so thoroughly, with his mouth. In her experience, when a man went down on her, it was with the goal of getting her off. Whatever Rick's goal was, it wasn't that.
He could have had her going like a rocket at any second, but instead he seemed to deliberately avoid doing anything that would send her over the edge. Maria lost track of the different ways she begged, as it all fell on deaf ears, while his tongue made long, slow strokes up and down every crevice of her pussy, hot breath brushing against her clit but never his mouth, and fingers pressing down on her stomach as she tried to arch, to writhe, to move her body against his lips.
When his tongue speared her, actually shoving into her, Maria tried to rub her pussy against his face, desperate for the climax that was circling her insides. She was so wound up that it had become painful, dancing on the edge of ecstasy without being able to go over. Mindless, needy, her world had been swamped by sensation, overwhelmed by the chaos of pleasure and pain that sizzled along her nerve endings. The hand pressing down on her stomach, keeping her from moving her hips, was unyielding and she wanted to rip it away from her, knowing that if she could just move...
Fingers slid inside of her, replacing his tongue, going deeper, opening her wider. Not that she was truly conscious of what the change was, but she felt it deep inside of her and her body responded to it.
His voice came through the haze, through the roaring in her ears, self-assured and commanding. "Come for me, Maria."
And the fingers inside her curved as her clit was swallowed by heat that sucked at the swollen nub. Maria screamed as her body bowed, jerking against the restraints, shuddering as wave after wave of inexplicable rapture buried her.
******
Stunning... so fucking gorgeous that he was almost able to forget the way his cock was throbbing in his pants and the painful knowledge that he was going to have blue balls for the rest of the night.
Maria had given herself over to him completely. He didn't even think she'd been aware that she'd been chanting nothing but "please, please, please" for the past five minutes while he'd licked, nibbled and thoroughly enjoyed her pussy. Hell, she'd been begging long before that, but it had all degraded down into that one simple plea as the need to orgasm had overwhelmed her.
There had been a lot more he'd wanted to do to her, but he'd reminded himself that she was new and he didn't want to scare her off. Now he was thinking that he should haven't been so worried. She'd taken to the bondage, the clamps, the edging, and loved every second of it.
Her pussy was clamping so hard around his fingers that he nearly shot off in his pants thinking about what that would feel like around his cock. The screaming, passionate cries that heralded the initial impact of a long-denied orgasm were winding down into the softer, whimpering moans of a well-pleasured woman. Damn but he'd love to keep her chained to this desk, making her come for him again and again.
But they were nearly out of time. Too much longer in here and Patrick or one of the other guys would probably be by to check on them. Rick had never really considered himself possessive, but he suddenly realized that he didn't want anyone else to see Maria like this. All soft, vulnerable and submissive.
Ignoring the ache in his balls, Rick gave her pussy one last swipe, savoring the sweet, musky taste of honeyed woman, and got to his feet. One look at the dreamy, unfocused expression on Maria's face told him that she was pretty far gone in her head. She wasn't used to playing like this, so it was probably a good thing he wasn't going to get the chance to really test her boundaries tonight.
There were so many things he wanted to do with her. Tie her up and really take his time with her body; spank her until her ass was cherry red, use toys and his hands and mouth to edge her before fucking her hard while she climaxed over and over again on his cock, put her in vibrating underwear and torment her while they were out in public, and feel the glory of having her give over control of her orgasms to him. Let him decide when and where she got her pleasure.
Hell, his imagination was running wild, wanting to go further with her than he ever had with any other woman. Wanting to see how far he could push her, make her wait for days for an orgasm, until he could spend hours making her cum again and again. Tying her legs apart, with a strap across her hips to hold her in place instead of just his hand, so that he could do whatever he wanted to her, force her to take the pleasure until she passed out. He'd never done that to a woman, but he'd seen it done before... to him, there was a level of intimacy and trust necessary for that kind of play that he hadn't wanted between him and another woman before.
But with Maria...
Forcing himself to stop spinning the possibilities and focus on the matter at hand, Rick gently removed the clamps on her nipples. Her unhappy, feminine whimpers quickly faded as he sucked gently on the tender little buds. They were a dark, reddish-brown from their time in confinement, and she'd probably be feeling rather sensitive tomorrow; he liked the idea that lingering aches would remind her of the scene.
Getting her covered up again and uncuffed, Rick did a quick clean-up around her before gathering her up in his arms. There was some movement in the window and then the door opened before he could get there.
Olivia stood on the other side, giving the possessive caveman that had taken over part of his brain a feeling of relief.
"How'd it go?" she asked, peering at Maria, who had snuggled her head against Rick's shoulder, one arm around his neck. Olivia grinned as she looked them both over. "She looks pretty happy."
"She's perfect," Rick said, grinning as he snugged Maria's soft curves against him, enjoying the weight of her in his
arms. "Come on, let's go sit down, she's still pretty out of it."
Fortunately the couch at the end of the hall was empty. Settling himself in the corner, Maria against him, Rick accepted the blanket that Olivia got from the bin beside the couch. Maria made happy, contented murmuring noises as he tucked the blanket around her.
"Must have been intense," Olivia commented. Rick snapped her a sharp look; for a second he thought he heard a hint of envy in her voice, but if he had there was nothing of it on her face. Just a kind of professional interest and a bit of smugness.
"Very," Rick said, feeling a kind of contented calm that he’d never experienced after a scene before. He didn't mind Olivia's satisfied smile; he knew there was a good chance that without her and the other women, he and Maria might not be where they were now. "Where's Patrick?"
Even though he preferred Olivia right now, he was surprised the big man hadn't shown up yet, especially since he missed seeing Maria before the scene. Olivia smirked again.
"Still in his office. Lexie and Angel managed to rig a little surprise for him when he opened his door."
"Bucket of water?" Rick asked, feeling slightly confused. That was the only prank that he could think of, but it didn't really make sense.
"Bucket of glitter. The herpes of the art world. He's probably still trying to scrub it all off, but you just can't get rid of that shit."
Rick choked on a laugh. Holy shit... Patrick must be livid. There was also no way the man was showing himself in the club if he suspected there was one single speck of glitter left on his body. Good thing he had a private bathroom in that office of his or he’d really be SOL.
“Is she trying to get herself fired?”
“I don’t think that’s exactly the punishment she’s looking for,” Olivia said, her grey eyes glittering with amusement. Rick snorted. Poor Patrick. Poor Lexie. Even though he didn’t think like the idea of her getting kinky, he couldn’t help but feel bad for her when she so obviously wanted in. Especially when the person she wanted in with was Patrick. Although, he was starting to think that she and Patrick would actually make a pretty good couple.
He doubted her brother Jake would agree.
Wriggling movement brought his attention back to the woman in his arms, who was finally coming out of her sex-induced stupor.
“Rick?” her voice floated up as she pushed away from him, her face still flushed and eyes a bit unfocused.
“Hey sweetheart, welcome back to the world.”
“I- oh.” Catching sight of Olivia, Maria blushed and her mouth snapped shut.
“Don’t mind me, I’m on my way out. I’ll see you around,” Olivia said, tipping Maria a wink as she pushed herself up from the couch. The Domme sauntered off down the hallway, leaving Rick and Maria curled up on the couch.
“So? How do you feel?” Rick tried to keep the smugness out of his voice, but he didn’t entirely succeed. But he was also entitled to some smugness. Not only had Maria proven to be both submissive and response to his needs, but that scene had been the most thrillingly intense one of his life. There was no way it hadn’t been the same for her.
“Good… um… very good.” Maria sighed and snuggled back down into his chest, letting him hold her.
Deciding to just enjoy the moment, Rick let her settle in, figuring she’d need a few minutes to gather herself. And in the meantime, he could just savor the feel of her against him, while telling his cock that it was just going to have to wait.
******
Holy shit snacks on a popsicle stick.
She felt drunk. High. Okay, she'd never been high before, but this was what she imagined it felt like. Some of her friends in college had done ecstasy once and right now she kind of felt like that; all lovey and glowy and wanting to rub herself all over Rick. The clothes on her body felt restrictive and she wanted to just strip them all off and roll around on top of him like a cat. She felt so connected to him, like there was a special bond between them now.
And at the same time, there was a frightened little voice deep inside of her screaming that what she was feeling wasn't real.
Endorphins, adrenaline, all chemical reactions in her brain... logically she knew that even though her body was screaming at her that Rick was the perfect man and to never let him go. But how could she trust that feeling? How could she even begin process what had just happened between them when she was on a physical and emotional overload?
Which made it the worst possible time for his next question.
"So sweetheart..." Something nuzzled the top of her head and she got the impression that he was gently kissing her hair. Which just made tears spring into her eyes. Which was so unlike her. More proof that she was not entirely herself right now. "Want to do dinner tomorrow night and then maybe make our way back here? There's a lot I'd like to show you."
Her body thrilled, urging her to immediately say yes. But that small, logical part of her brain that wasn't sure what to make of all these new experiences; that part thought she should wait until she wasn't drunk on crazy, kinky, ridiculously satisfying sex to consider what should happen next between them. Even though her body was totally on board with the idea, deep down she knew that she wanted more between them than a sexual relationship. And she wanted more than sex at the club… was it possible that he only wanted her if he could have her here?
More thoughts and doubts began to fill her, dampening her high.
"Um... Can we talk about that tomorrow?" she asked, pressing her cheek against his shoulder as she clung to him. She could tell that not all of her thoughts were making sense; she just ddn’t feel lucid. Everything seemed kind of hazy and dream-like and she knew she shouldn’t make any firm decisions right now. "I just... I need to think."
"Yeah... sure."
So wrapped up in her own thoughts, trying to sort through her emotions and the lingering responses in her body, Maria didn't even notice how he'd tensed.
Chapter 16
Why did he do this to himself?
After a sleepless night, Rick was not feeling himself for his usual morning workout. He forced himself to go down to the pool anyway. Asking himself the same question over and over while he was swimming at least felt more productive than doing it while sitting on his couch staring at the wall. He'd been beating himself up ever since he realized that Maria hadn't been as into the scene as he'd thought, as into it as he had been.
While he'd been congratulating himself about finding the perfect woman and thinking about a future with her, he'd really just been setting himself up for rejection. Maybe he'd pushed too fast. Too hard. Maybe she hadn't been as ready for everything as he'd thought, not as into the scene as he'd thought.
Or maybe she just was just running scared. Some people did that when they encountered something overwhelming.
Either way, he realized that he'd done exactly what his friends had warned him about. He'd built something up in his head that wasn't there, romanticizing the encounter and garnering expectations from it based on nothing more than his own desires. Rick had never considered himself to be a romantic. Obviously he was wrong.
Obviously he was an idiot.
Small consolation that it also meant Olivia was finally wrong in her advice. He really wished she'd been wrong when it came to someone other than him.
Breaking through the water, Rick pulled himself out. Today was just about working out and hopefully exhausting himself so that tonight he'd be able to get some sleep. That he'd be able to close his eyes without Maria's face, her body, her responsiveness popping into his mind, because the second that happened he started questioning all of his observations. Because once the scene was over, she'd changed. She'd been silent on the way home and when he'd walked her up to her door, he'd given her a kiss on the forehead. His way of saying goodbye.
Rubbing his towel hurriedly over his face, he didn't even admit to himself that he was trying to get out of there before she got to the pool. While he wasn't going to change up his routine over this, he wasn't going
to linger to chat with her either. He didn't want to hear any careful explanations about why she wasn't interested in dating him, why it was too much for her.
Hell, he just wished he could forget it had ever happened. This was what he got for not following his own rules and trying something with one of his neighbors. He'd known from the beginning what he was risking and he'd decided to do it anyway. Lesson learned.
"Rick?"
Fuck. Taking a deep breath, Rick dragged the towel down and turned to face the one woman he really didn't want to see right now. She was earlier than usual, but if he'd just been a couple of minutes faster he could have still avoided this.
"Hey, I was just heading in," he said, sliding his feet into his flip flops as he swung the towel over his shoulder. Trying not to notice how fucking gorgeous she looked or the fact that she was wearing his favorite red bikini. Trying not to remember what the paler skin under that bikini looked like.
Instead, he focused on how nervous she obviously was, her fingers clutching at each other in front of her as she shifted her weight back and forth on her feet. Her wrists showed the faintest signs of being a bit red where she'd been restrained last night, and had tugged on them while she writhed - no, stop it. Not going there.
"Oh... Um.... I thought maybe we should talk..."
"It's fine. Nothing to say and I've got things to do." He hated the brief hurt that flashed across her eyes, but he couldn’t deal with the 'let's just be friends' talk right now. Maybe in a couple days when looking at her didn't hurt so much. It wasn't her fault that he'd gotten things built up in his head, but letting go of all those stupid little dreams was more painful than he'd realized it would be, especially when he was face to face with her. In a few days he could face her, be civil and even friendly with her, but not today. Not when seeing her made him feel like a nerve ending scraped raw. "I'll see you later."
