“Probably rang to check if you were here or not.”
“Well, it would make no difference, when he’s ringing my mobile, would it?” Jules said. “But he maybe wanted to see if you were here and noticed your car. So then, he knew we would both get the message now. Waking us up to tell us not to do anything to find her? Them? Whoever, d’you know I could swing for him? I was having a lovely dream, and he pulled me out of it before I got to tie… Well, before I got to the end of it, anyway.”
“Mmm, Jules? Was I in this dream, by any chance?” Gray murmured as he slowly pulled her willing body farther down the bed. “Were you going to tie me up? With silk scarves? Cover my eyes? Let me Braille you while you watched and saw how I felt? Top me from the bottom? Or beg me as your Master to let you experiment. You don’t need to have that in a dream, you know. I’m here, in the flesh, and I’m oh so partial to begging. From my sub, of course.”
So saying, he pulled her on top of him so their bodies were aligned, put his hands into hers and held them above his head.
She let her head drop forward onto her chest and took a deep breath. “Please, Sir, may I play? May I show you how I can make you fly?”
Shit, is that the right thing to say?
“Oh, pet, this time of course. Show me, Jules. Show me what you want. How you want me, want us. Make me feel, make us come. Show us, Jules. I’m ready.” Gray moved to one side and donned the condom he’d spied on the bedside table. “Now, where were we?” He pushed up against her and rubbed his cock over the outside of her pussy, then teased her by almost but not quite putting it into her cunt. Then with one swift thrust, he moved into her, let her test his hardness, before he set up a steady thrust in and out of her.
“My turn, Sir,” Jules said. Her voice was uneven.
Gray withdrew and rolled over to one side. “I’m all yours.”
“Oh, I do hope so.”
Slowly she moved over him and let her body slide down him, Each tiny move was accompanied with a kiss, a nip or a lick, until finally she reached his feet and moved back to separate from him.
Dare she? She had to. Jules looked at him, considering. He stared back, unblinking and relaxed. Except for his cock, which stood up proudly from its nest of hair. Swiftly she removed the condom and disposed of it.
“You’re on your honor now, Gray. Lift your hands to the headboard and hold it. Don’t move. Promise? It won’t be for long, I swear. But it will be worth it.” Could he feel the weight of her trust in him?
“I promise.”
That deserved a reward of another throbbing, erotic kiss as she took his penis into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She could feel him rising from the bed to give her more of him. She pressed one hand firmly on his stomach.
“Down, Gray. All things and waiting…remember? Now, don’t move your hands. And keep your eyes open. I want you to see what I’m doing. What you think might happen.”
She stood at the bottom of the bed. She hoped Gray had no idea how aroused she truly was. Or how nervous. This was something new for her, and she was eager to see his reaction to what she was going to do.
Gray watched her as she moved around the room. His eyes followed her every move. Was he interested to see what she was collecting? Did he now realize silk scarves were part of her fantasy, then? And massage oils? He grew even more aroused and his cock still stood up proudly and demanded attention. Jules glanced at him from beside the bedroom door.
“I won’t be a minute. You’ll keep your promise?”
He nodded, and she bit her bottom lip, nerves stretched, and disappeared out of the room. She ran lightly down the stairs and into the kitchen. She grabbed what she needed and retraced her steps. She put the covered bowl she carried on the table beside the bed.
She worked on gathering her nerves as the dressing gown she had put on before leaving the room slipped down her arms. Gray drew a sharp breath. Did he sense her trepidation?
“What do you see, Gray?” She hoped he didn’t hear how nervous she was, in her voice. It might be a contradiction after all they’d experience to be shy and worried, but this really was all down to her.
“Tall, willowy, but with curves in all the right places, backlit by the light of that lamp, you hint, promise and entice everything I desire. Look.”
She looked. Already, liquid collected at the tip of his cock, proclaiming his readiness for her.
Damn promising.
“All I want is to pull you tight to me and thrust into your warmth, feel you tighten around me and let go. Do you realize how much bloody restraint I’m using? I’m forcing myself to hold onto the headboard, trying to control this more-than-ready body.” The cords on his arms stood out, his grip on the headboard white with the intensity of his hold. “I’m the Dom, and I cede the power to you gladly, but hell, Jules,” he said urgently. “I’m dying here. For God’s sake, touch me, or help me come. Please, help me.”
She tucked her head to one side, considering. Finally, she spoke. “No.”
“No?” It was an agonizing roar.
“Not yet. If you want to come now, do it yourself. But remember, you promised not to move your hands.”
Gray ground his teeth. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking?”
Jules smile was mischievous. “Oh, yes.” Oh, do I ever.
“Will you watch?” he asked in a sensual, dark, velvet voice.
Her mouth moved convulsively. “Pardon?”
“Will you watch? Me come. For you?”
She swallowed. “Well, of course I will.”
“So be it. Watch, enjoy. All this is for you.” Gray fixed his gaze on her face.
She hoped he could see the excitement there. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he moved his gaze slowly downwards, to where her nipples stood out, and she pressed her legs together. She was so aroused.
Clinging to the headboard, he flexed his arms and allowed his body to stretch out as far as it could.
“I’m using my imagination, Jules. Imagining you, running your hands, your tongue, all over me. Ah, I can feel my cock tighten even more. Oh, Jules…”
Oh, Gray! She whimpered as his movement allowed some more liquid to seep and collect at his tip.
Gray stifled a groan and his eyes closed for a second.
Was he as hot as she was? Did he know how much she ached, as he groaned and muttered?
“Look, Jules, watch me. I’m thinking of you, of us, and I’m almost there. I’m concentrating my thoughts on my hard-on, my awareness, and fuck, my need to come.”
She watched as his eyes opened slightly, and undoubtedly saw how her eyes were on his cock, her lips were parted and her breathing was ragged.
“Now, Jules, now it’s time to let go. Both of us. Touch yourself, Jules.” The Dom was back in full force. “Show me what I’m making you feel. That’s it. Finger yourself for me, for us. As your Dom, I cede power here.”
She watched his eyes go wide, as she eased her hands toward her clit—and stopped.
“No, Gray.” Her voice was husky. “You said I should take charge. All you, remember? Please, all you.”
She didn’t know why she was so insistent, but it seemed it was the catalyst he needed. To be ceded power was weird but exciting. After all, it was her Dom’s desire. “Oh, Sir, come now.”
“Yesss.” He roared the words. Cum spurted over his abdomen as he climaxed magnificently.
The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing. Gray’s chest heaved as he tried to gather air into his lungs and he shuddered. Jules could recognize the aftershocks running through his body. She felt much the same.
Where’d he learn how to do that?
“Hell, Jules, it’s a long while since I felt anything so bloody explosive as that. Oh my pet is so clever. I never thought I would again.”
Gray still held his hands where she had instructed. His breathing was ragged and he spoke in short bursts. “Your turn, pet. Now, for me. Show me how you come.” He focused on her
and watched as her cheeks grew hot and a blush covered most of her body.
She gulped. “I can’t.”
“Why not? Someone as aware as you, who can watch me fall apart and come as I did? Surely you can come for me?”
“I, er… Well, I don’t do self-help.” Great. What a thing to have to admit.
“What? Never?” He sounded incredulous.
“Not if I can help it, no.” She hated the defensive note in her voice. “It just doesn’t turn me on.”
“Well, it will turn me on,” Gray said frankly. “So?”
He watched her as she thought about it.
Right, Jules. Time to be a big girl. She squared her shoulders and committed herself.
“Yes, Sir.” His smile was all the reason she needed to continue. “So, just a sec.” Jules moved toward him, and before he had a chance to stop her, tied his hands to the bedrail. Oh, she knew he could loosen them if he wanted, and he had room to move. It was more symbolic than anything, but it would show if he was serious in letting her take charge. She looked at his semi-erect cock, took a flannel from the side table and wiped his cum from his dick and his abdomen. He flinched as the cool flannel met his heated flesh, and Jules smiled.
“Ah, Jules, that is oh so good.” His eyes dared her to do more. “What next?”
What next, indeed? She knew it would be a close run thing, whether she carried on or chickened out. Gray watched her closely as she considered, made up her mind and moved toward him.
“So, I’ll say yes. My pleasure, Sir,” she murmured and swiftly covered his eyes with a scarf. “Do you trust me to be honest and true about what I do and feel?” Could he sense her tension as she waited for his answer?
“Of course I do,” he said. “Because you want to. You want to show me how my pet can conduct herself and make herself come.”
Her juices gathered as he spoke in a confident manner. If he trusted her, then she’d show him how he affected her and come for him once more.
“Good.” She had his eyes covered with another scarf before he could blink. There was no way she was taking any chances of him seeing her, not this time. “Because that’s what you are going to have to do, Gray. Listen and absorb, as I talk you through my climax.” Under her breath, she added, “If I can.”
“Does it feel strange, not to see or move?” Jules knew she was burbling. It was either that or run screaming from the room. Just do as she said, she’d told him, listen and absorb. Heighten your senses. Ha, Jules, are you ever going to practice what you preach?
She moved nearer to him and touched his chest, as if to gain strength. He took a deep breath.
“You know,” she said conversationally, “I’ve told you I’ve never really rated self-help. I mean, my hands touching myself. Why bother? I wash, I shower and I touch myself. So why try and do it any other way? I just feel stupid. Rubbing my clit, touching my nipples. I mean, hello? It’s just me doing it, not someone I fancy, or who fancies me. I look at my hand and think duh, that’s mine. No emotion there. It feels so mechanical. As for a vibrator? Same thing, really. Rubber shoved inside me, by me, does nothing for me. It was always a big no-no. But now? Oh God, Gray, you’ve got me wondering just what I can make myself feel. Looking forward to finding out what my hands are capable of. Not really sure if I can talk you through everything, but hey, I’ll give it a try. I want you to listen and feel. Is that okay?” She was shaking, sure Gray could feel her anxiety flowing over him in waves.
“More than okay,” he reassured her. She noticed his cock beginning to stir. Was that just by hearing her talk about her feelings? It seemed it was.
“I’m getting hard again, just listening to you and waiting for you to tell me what you are doing and feeling. Come on, Jules. Be true to yourself, and let your emotions flow. Learn what you can do to yourself to come, and tell me as you do. Watch yourself in the mirror, look and see what you’re feeling. Let me imagine, through your words, how you’re touching yourself, arousing yourself. The way you feel as you reach the edge, fall over and come crying out your release. Then I’ll know. And we’ll learn how to do these amazing things together.”
Jules didn’t answer. The mattress dipped under her knee as she moved onto the bed to lie beside him.
“It’s up to you now.”
“Right, well…” Her voice trailed off. She felt so stupid. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t lie there and tell a man she hardly knew just how she was making herself come.
“Go on. You can do it. Jules, you can do it. Show me with your words just what is happening. Let my imagination be my eyes.”
Right! Suddenly she made her mind up and she began to talk. Reality in the name of Awful Adrian and whoever else, could take a back seat for a few hours. This was for her and Gray.
“Before I came onto the bed, I looked at myself in the mirror. Really looked, to try to see what you see when you look at me. Slim, well, not fat, tall, darkish red hair, and I hope not like your wife’s. I’m me, my own person. This is Jules. I looked at my breasts and remembered how you touched me and played with my nipples.” Her pulse jumped and her breath was loud and choppy in the quiet room. The only other noise she heard was Gray’s erratic breathing, which mirrored her own.
“So now, I’m doing my best to copy what you did.” Jules’ voice was husky and she cleared her throat. “I’m replaying those feelings, and they’re good. I’m imagining my fingers are yours. Feeling you touching me, making me want more.” Her breathing grew even more uneven. So did his.
She touched one nipple, noting with interest how hard it was, and felt a tingle go straight to her clit. Oh, my!
“As my nipples are hard, I’m going to move one hand lower, touch my clit and make myself wet.” Her heartbeat was speeding up as she spoke. His cock had grown hard and it twitched and begged for attention. She concentrated on it, just talking and watching his reaction to her words.
Why have I never realized how damned erotic this is? Because you’ve never done anything like it before. Jules moved her hands lower. Her reflection in the mirror threw the sight back to her, increasing her arousal. She could see how Gray looked, hands bound, his body next to her, his cock long and hard.
“So, now I’m putting one finger, two fingers inside me, while I rub and excite myself. But it’s not me, Gray, it’s you, guiding my hands, invading my mind with thoughts of pleasure. And I’m going to… Ahh, yes oh, God. Oh, Sir.” She was sobbing in ecstasy. “I need you. Please, Sir, now.”
Her clit throbbed, her curls were wet, and she was so nearly there.
He took her by surprise as she cried out, twisting his torso to cover her. She fumbled for a condom, and covered his pre-cum slicked dick.
Even with his hands bound, he had the agility to swing over her, position his cock at the entrance to her pussy channel, and push.
As Jules sobbed at the intensity of her climax, she felt him shudder inside her. He shouted, he came, and the aftershocks seemed to go on forever. She pulsed around him. Her face was wet with her tears and she sniffed. “Oh sh…”
Still blindfolded as he was, she realized he could do little more than murmur to her and kiss her gently.
“Pet, I want to hold you. I want to keep you in my arms. Um, not so easy.”
She sniffed and wiped her eyes on her arm. Of course, he was still bound. Where the hell did he learn that trick of twisting over so easily? Such a fast and smooth move and still tied to the bed?
Gradually, her sobs slowed down and stopped. She felt his lips on her, and she started to fumble at his wrists. Eventually, she slackened his ties and released him. He gathered her to him, seeming uncaring that he still couldn’t see.
“Oh, love.” He kissed her tenderly. “That was the most precious gift you could give me.”
“Really?”
She put her fingers into the loose knot behind his head and the scarf around his eyes loosened and fell. She watched as he looked at her closely and smiled.
“I’m glad,” Jules
said softly. “Because I was going to say the same thing to you.”
* * * *
Jules had difficulty believing the woman she had watched through the mirror was her. She had seen her eyes change color and become glazed as her body began to tingle. Then she’d watched in amazement as she’d touched herself and fallen apart. In all honesty, she had never thought there was anything remotely interesting, or exciting, in touching herself and in bringing herself to climax. Nevertheless, there she’d been, arousing herself with her hands and getting more aroused watching herself do so. How had she been able to tell Gray what she was doing and how?
He wanted me to.
Knowing the only way he could experience what was happening was through her eyes and her voice, was the biggest turn-on of all. Now, lying in his arms, she felt complete. It was scary.
She’d never let a man be responsible for her happiness and feared that had just changed. Oh well, shrug philosophically. C’est la vie, and wait and see. For now, enjoy. Jules felt Gray’s chest move as his breathing returned to normal, and she pressed a soft kiss amongst the hair there. She was aware of the remains of her tears, drying on his skin.
“Oops, I seem to have made your chest all sticky.”
He chuckled. “Not just my chest, Jules.”
“Oh, ho. All things conjured up in my mind now,” she said, as she remembered just how she had got him into that state. Probably, she should do something about it, like get a wet flannel again or run a bath. On reflection, she decided she’d rather stay where she was.
Eventually, it was the need to go to the loo that had her moving. Gray growled his protest as she reluctantly lifted her head and eased away.
“Stay,” he said, albeit sleepily. “’S comfortable. Nice.”
“Sorry, need the bathroom. Not comfortable.”
He chuckled his understanding. “And via the kitchen on your way back?” The tone was hopeful. “Coffee?”
“Maybe.” She stopped briefly to study his naked body and commit it to memory. “What’s it worth?” She grinned. “Sir.”
Gray moved, grabbed her legs and pulled her over him. “This, pet. And this, and this.”
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