by Megan West
“Ten minutes are up,” he said as he untied the rope from her ankles and dropped it. He pulled her up by the shoulders and untied the rope from her arms, flinging it across the room. Then he walked away abruptly, just leaving things as they were.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Emily protested. He stopped dead in his tracks and smiled smugly. He turned to face her and shrugged.
“We said ten minutes,” he reminded her, trying his best to look casual.
Emily frowned. “That was way longer than ten minutes, and you know it. You decide to stop it now?” She stared at him, scooting herself forward on the bed and then standing up. Sam decided to stand where he was and stare at her, allow her to steer this in any direction she wanted. He was curious to know how she would handle it. When she was standing right in front of him, he just shrugged.
“I was trying to keep things honest.”
She almost looked angry. “Oh, please.” She reached forward and grabbed his cock, wrapping her thin fingers around it and rubbing it up and down. Sam tried but failed to stifle a groan of pleasure.
“That’s what I thought,” she muttered. She pulled her hand back and he made a noise of disappointment from the loss of contact. Emily walked right up to him, stood on the tips of her toes, and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. “Now fuck me,” she whispered in his ear.
That was all it took. Sam picked her up and threw her onto the bed, shoving her legs wide open and climbing on the bed between them. He grabbed the shaft of his cock and aimed it at her opening. She was quivering with excitement. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit before plunging his entire length inside. Immediately, Emily arched her back and thrust her hips upward, moaning loudly.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, balling up the comforter between her hands and grabbing it tight. Sam started thrusting back and forth quickly before slowing his pace and shifting his body to penetrate deeper. Emily moaned and slammed her hand down on the bed in sheer pleasure, beads of sweat rolling off her forehead. Sam grabbed both of her hips and pulled her onto him, thrusting deeper and faster until he felt he was about to cum. Without warning, he pulled out and sprung back.
Emily wasted no time getting on all fours and leaning forward, taking him into her mouth and sucking. She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking and running her tongue along his shaft as she did. Sam moaned, instinctively placing his hand at the back of her head. His eyes clenched shut and that was when he felt his orgasm burst out from the tip of his cock and into her hot, accepting mouth.
Emily swallowed every drop before licking his cock clean and falling back onto the bed. Without a word, Sam pried her legs open and dipped his head between them, sliding his tongue inside her and licking as he pressed down on her clit. Emily cried out, moaned, and cursed as he continued sucking and licking, thrusting his tongue in and out of her and swirling it inside.
He did all this while pressing, rubbing, and massaging her clit until her entire body tensed up and her mouth clamped shut. Emily trembled and shook like crazy underneath him and slammed both hands repeatedly down on the bed until she finally stopped, lying there completely still.
Sam sat back on the floor and wiped his mouth. He could still hear her labored breathing. He placed a hand over his own chest and felt it slow back down to a steady rise and fall as both his breath and heart rate returned to normal. He let out a whistle and Emily finally sat up to look at him. Her face was flushed with satisfaction in her eyes.
Sam guessed he probably looked the same. He looked over every inch of her body he could see. Her wrists were red from the cuffs and he could still see the red marks the ropes had left around her arms and ankles. Even that was enough to get him turned on again, but he gulped and pushed that from his mind. It wasn’t as if he was going to go for it again right now– not that he didn’t want to. He just wasn’t sure what her thoughts or feelings were. Besides, he was pretty wiped out from the first round.
“That was way more than I bargained for,” he said contently.
Emily smirked, drawing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees. “That was way more than ten minutes, mister.”
“But who was keeping count?” Sam jabbed back. Emily laughed with him. The truth was, that ten-minute deal had gone out the window right from the start. He had no idea if she had ever had the intention of keeping to it or not but, in the end, they both really enjoyed the way everything turned out.
Sam wanted to ask her about it, but decided not to. They sat there silently for a couple minutes, but it didn’t feel awkward. Finally, Emily excused herself to go shower and when she disappeared from view, Sam found himself feeling a bit down about this likely being a one-time thing.
Emily was easily the sexiest and most adventurous woman he had ever been with. Even when they were just chatting earlier in the evening, she had been incredibly easy to talk to. He wondered if proposing to make this something more would ruin the good night they had. There was always the chance she was feeling the same way. There was also the chance she wasn’t and he would end up making an ass of himself.
Sam rubbed his hands over his face, deciding not to give it any more thought and just see how things played out when she was done showering. His mind traveled back to the red marks the cuffs and rope had left on her smooth, milky skin. He thought of the water from the shower head cascading over her small, sexy body and thought of how red her round ass had been after the spanking. Before he knew it, his cock was hard again. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he reached down and furiously jerked it with his hand. He needed to finish this off before she got out of the shower.
It wasn’t like she would be insulted by him being hard again, but he didn’t want that little situation to arise. All it took was remembering how it felt to be inside her and his eyes were shut as more come shot out of his cock. He scurried to clean it off the side of the bed and then wiped off his hand and cock, throwing the tissue out; all before she was out of the shower. He cleared his throat and stood up, ripping the comforter off the bed and tossing to the corner of the room to be sure he washed it the following morning.
It was perfect timing since he heard the shower head shut off and Emily walked out with a towel wrapped around her thin body. Much to his disappointment, she got dressed straight out of the shower and started collecting her stuff. She eyed her cut up thong on the floor and smiled at him.
“You can keep those as a souvenir,” she joked before walking out toward the bedroom door. She stopped and made a funny movement with her legs before turning to look at him. “Feels odd to walk around in this dress commando,” she muttered. She bit her lower lip coyly as Sam felt his cock give a dull throb. She was still playing with him. She turned back around and walked out of the room. Sam followed behind her and noticed she was heading straight to the front door.
“You’re leaving?” he asked. As soon as the words had left his mouth, he felt stupid. It was obvious she was leaving. She turned to look at him, eyebrow raised.
“Yes?”
They just stared at each other for a moment as he tried to think of something to say. He wanted her to stay or at least to give a hint she might be interested in getting together again. But she wasn’t giving him anything to work with. At that moment he felt like the biggest fool on Earth. He had never had so much trouble approaching a woman.
Then again, he had never quite been in the situation he was in now. It had been much easier to ask her to be his date to the work event than this. It had even been a smoother time talking about the game, the wager, and claiming his prize than figuring out how to ask her if she would be interested in seeing him again now.
“Sam?” Emily finally asked. He could tell she wasn’t annoyed or impatient. He had just taken a bit too long to say anything. He felt his face flush.
“Oh,” he said. “I was just wondering if, uh, you might ever want to get together again?”
She smiled. It was a toothy big grin, that charming one Sam had
fallen for to begin with. He took it as a good sign and felt his body relax. Even so, he wanted to know what she had to say on the matter.
“Sure,” she said, trying to sound casual. Then she took a few steps toward him and placed her hand on his forearm. “Get together for what, though?”
“What do you mean?” He had an idea what she meant by that question, but he wanted to hear it directly from her to be sure. The last thing he wanted was to answer a question she had never asked and then come off as an ass. He had no idea why he was suddenly so nervous about all this. Maybe it was because he had never tried to make something more out of a one-night thing.
Though they had flirted more than once prior to him asking her to be his date to the work event, somehow the way they got along on the date all pointed to it being a one-time thing and that was okay. But once they went through with everything and he realized how into her he was, he wanted more. He hoped she did too, but he couldn’t be sure without asking.
So he waited on bated breath for her answer.
“You know, do you want to get together again for another fun night or do you mean like a date? No pressure, I’m good either way. Just wanted to know what to expect.”
Sam felt relief spread through him. She was leaving the door open to ask what he really wanted. And while he really wanted to have sex with her again, he had enjoyed her company also and wanted to get to know her better. It had gone from casual flirting, to casual sex, to wanting more of both in a less casual way.
That was a first for him and he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers.
“How about both?” he asked, sounding a bit too desperate. He felt like kicking himself. He was never this ridiculous around a woman.
Emily smiled and nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning and walking out the front door.
Sam stood there, in the hallway, for a few minutes after he heard her pull out of his driveway and saw her car zoom past outside the front window. His face lit up with a grin.
He had definitely gotten more than he bargained for, and that was the best ‘ten minutes’ of his life.
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