Her cheeks are red but she looks like she is having a hard time looking me in the face. “I… want to be the only one you think about… in a place like this…” the words feel like they are ripped out of her against her will. Like they cost her. Dearly. It’s almost like a confession.
“You are the only one I think about anywhere Henley,” she cast’s me a look like she thinks I’m bullshitting. “But if you want to make some new memories I am most definitely not opposed.”
She laughs and it’s soft and nervous. This is the Henley I met in the beginning. The Henley that is absolutely terrified of having sex and having an orgasm. This is the Henley that runs. And I don’t know how to bring her out of that.
With a smile I take her hand, and pull her from the booth. I drape my arm around her keeping her close to my body. Inconvenient for walking, but I need her close. Guys are already eyeballing her.
I keep my hands low on her hip as I lead her toward the stairs at the back. And once we are in the relative privacy of the stairwell, I let my hands trail slowly down her hip to her thigh. She shivers against my touch, leaning slightly into it. She’s such a naughty little author.
We reach the top of the stairs, and I slide my hand to the inside of her thigh tracing delicate circles against the sensitive skin. Her body skitters nervously against my touch as another grinning couple passes us before heading down the stairs.
“Well lover, is there anything you want to try?” We pass the first door and it’s still open even though people are fucking inside. “Open doors are an open invitation.”
Her body jumps back from the door, her ass rubbing against my hand as my fingers slip against her wet pussy. Her head is shaking back and forth in an almost panic. I just smile against the top of her head and steer her past door number two which is closed, and straight toward the open door number three. This is the room for the more… voyeuristic people. It offers a perfect view behind the closed door of room two.
Henley slowly walks past the door, and her body pauses in front of the two way mirror. There are five guys, fucking, coming, and pawing on one woman. By the way she is writhing on the table it looks like she is enjoying it.
Henley backs up jumping as she bumps into me, and turns, taking in the other side of the room. There is another mirror on the other side. The people in there are wearing animal suits, and fucking on all fours. She turns towards me, her eyebrows are practically in her hairline as she motions with her head toward the second mirror.
“New enough perspective for you?” I say with a soft laugh pulling her closer against me.
She shakes her head. “Take me somewhere else Angus. I think you mentioned making new memories.”
I take her hand and lead her back into the hall and down to the last room. Luckily the door is open so I’m going to put all the things I need to delve a little deeper into a good once over. A scruffy jaw between her thighs, and I’m going to see just how rough Henley likes it.
We step into the room, and Henley steps up next to the table. Its got beams and little leather strips hanging from it, and I don’t think she knows what it’s for, but she looks around like this room is the safest one that she has been in so far. Guess again little author.
“So what’s the catch in here? You gonna tickle me with the ropes?” her grin is infectious, but I am grinning for a completely different reason.
I slowly close the door, and latch the lock. By this time Henley realizes something is up. And her smile takes on a nervous edge as I walk over the to floor to ceiling cabinet on the wall. Slowly I take my time sliding open the doors, and opening the display of whips, cuffs, straps, paddles, and plenty of other little odds and ends.
Henley's eyes are wide as she stares at at the now open cabinet.
“Do you trust me Henley?”
“Have you… done this before?”
“Nope. This is an exercise in trust. Hard to do it with a girl you won’t see again.”
“Do you… want to do this?”
“Lover I’ve wanted to spank that ass since the first day when you ran out on me.”
Her answering grin is splendid, and she runs her hands slowly up my chest. “Okay let’s say I trust you.” She turns and hops up sitting on the table with her ankles crossed. “What comes first?”
I run my hands through the blindfolds in the first drawer. There are several different types with different fabrics, but I settle for a simple silk blindfold. During sex Henley is a silk kind of girl. That I do know.
“Well the first thing is you need a safe word. Because in here no doesn’t mean no.”
“No always means no,” she replies stiffly.
Her whole body looks on edge now, so with a sigh I brace my hands on either side of her and lean in nuzzling against her. “Not when you trust me to know where your limit is for you lover.”
She looks like she isn’t buying it. Like she wants to back out of the whole thing, so I continue talking hoping it will calm her down.
“Some people like green, yellow, and red. As like… a warning system. Some people just pick something completely random. Something you’d never say during sex. So pick your word.”
“I don’t think I can do this Angus,” her eyes are almost panicked, wide and pleading. I’m to far in to stop now. I want this too much to hold back now. So I do what any red blooded male would do. I beg.
“That’s a long and relatively hard phrase to say I’d think. Come on, it’s a simple thing. I’m sure you can come up with a good word baby.”
I use the endearment to try and win her over, but she looks like I’ve slapped her, as every muscle in her body becomes taught. “Baby, that’s my word… don’t… don’t ever say it.”
Her body shivers slightly before stilling. Her green eyes are watching me carefully. After her reaction I get the feeling that I should stop. In fact I’m pretty sure I know I should stop. But I also get the feeling that if I push just a little bit further I’ll finally figure out what lies just underneath the surface. That thing that Henley desperately tries to hide.
I’m selfish, so I go against my better judgment, and I decide to push that much further. I wrap my hands around her wrists, and her whole body tightens further, her hands pulling in slight resistance. I turn my eyes toward her too green ones, and they are guarded, anxious.
“I know, I know,” I say with a sigh. “They stay covered. I know I’m not allowed to see the area between your elbow and your hand. I don’t get it, but I know it.”
Her body slowly relaxes, and she lets me guide her hands toward the leather straps on the table. Her eyes follow the movements of my hands as I carefully, and snugly, strap her arms to the head of the table. She is flat on her stomach, and instead of looking at me as I pull away her eyes focus on the cabinet full of ‘toys’. Her breaths are coming in deep and even, almost like she is being very careful to hold on to that part of her control.
I slowly circle around to the cabinet, I reach up and grab the silk blindfold, and tie it over her eyes. She trembles under the touch, as I run my hand from the blindfold down her neck and slowly stroke her shoulder. When I pull my hand away, her body stills and it looks like she is trying hard to focus and figure out where I am by sound alone. I’m careful to stay quiet as I walk over and pull a short crop out of the cabinet.
Walking back to the table, I slowly press the crop against her skin, moving it in small slow circles as I move to stand behind her. Her legs are draped off the edge of the table, and in that too small skirt with no panties her ass is beautifully exposed. I press it firmly against her ass before pulling it back, and it’s there that I realize I can’t do this.
I can’t strike her. Not even sexually. Don’t get me wrong… it’s not the striking that's bothering me. Its the fact that even the slightest misstep could drive her away. I could ruin any chance I have in this moment. All her panic while it doesn’t make sense to me, was still there. Even though she is putting on a brave face, I saw the fear and hesitation. So with a
sigh I drop the crop on the table, and run my hands through my hair.
“Connor?” Her voice is shaky as her head turns slightly toward the sound of the dropped crop.
With a sigh I lean forward and press a kiss to one exposed ass cheek, then the other. “I can’t do it lover. I know you wanted to try it rough, but I just… I can’t hurt you.”
“Okay… it’s okay,” she lets out a soft and rickety sort of laugh, followed by a huge sigh. “Thank God, I thought you were really going to give it to me there. I think the roughest I ever want you to be is pulling my hair.”
“I agree,” my hands rest on her hips, slowly rolling her over until she is on her back. I hook my hands behind her knees, and lift her legs until her feet are resting on the edge of the table.
“Uh… Connor? I thought we just agreed that-”
“Patience lover, there are other things that I need to look into,” I reply leaning my head between her thighs. She doesn’t make a move. With the blindfold on she can’t even tell where I am.
“Like?” The nervous hesitation is apparent in her voice, but I am sure that this won’t drive her past that edge.
“I’ve never wanted to do it you know,” I say softly. Her hips jump up off the table when I exhale directly on her slick wet pussy. “There was never a time I even considered it. Not until you.”
My strategically unshaven jaw rubs against her inner thigh and it practically makes her pant. I run my tongue from the bottom of her pussy straight to the top, letting her juices coat my tongue. The sound that comes out of her mouth is like something between a moan and whimper, as her hips writhe on the table. Slowly I savor the sweet taste of her on my tongue. I might have let out a moan of my own.
When I go in again for a second taste, I work my way along the outer edge of her pussy nipping with my teeth before soothing with my tongue. I have to use my hands to hold her hips still, and her breathing has turned into an erratic moaning pant.
Henley is divine, and I can’t believe I waited this long to see her writhing beneath my mouth like this. It’s time that I would rather not have lost. I should have gotten on my knees and begged Henley from the start to be mine, instead I acted like a dick trying to forget her. Trying to fuck her out of my system.
My tongue strokes against her clit, over and over, as her body begins thrashing around in my grip. My name is a soft whisper on her lips as she tries to push herself closer to my mouth. My legs shift irritably as I try to relieve some of the pressure of pants that are too tight to get a hard on in.
I keep my mouth on her as she comes, driving her further, milking her orgasm for every ounce of pleasure I can give her. I don’t pull back until her body begins to relax on the table, and even then it’s hard. It’s like pulling away after you’ve only just had a taste of something delicious. It’s like eating just one potato chip.
“I changed my mind Connor. I really like trying new things.”
I let out a laugh that sounds breathy and strained. And why not, I’m dying in my pants here. I unzip my jeans, letting my full length spring free. “Good let’s keep experimenting.”
I make my way slowly around the table till I am standing next to where her head is resting. With one hand, I languidly stroke my dick as my other hand smooths her sweat matter hair back from her face. She jumps a little when my hand first makes contact with her face, but she relaxes easily after that.
My hand slides along her jaw, my thumb gliding against her soft pink lips. I press firmly, and her lips part easily, letting my thumb slide against that luscious pink tongue. Yes, Henley has a mouth that would look great wrapped around my dick, and I plan to find out just how good it feels.
I keep her mouth open with my thumb, as I maneuver myself closer, letting the tip of my dick slide into her mouth. It takes less than an instant, for her tongue to roll over the tip and for her to realize exactly what I stuck in her mouth.
The loud crack reverberates through the room, as her head jerks back smacking against the table, and the one word I never wanted to make her say comes tumbling out of her mouth.
“Baby! Baby, baby, baby,” it’s like a mantra she is repeating over and over as her body writhes on the table. She is twisting at the straps on her wrists so wildly that I’m scared she’s going to break her wrists. Pinning her arms to the table so she can’t hurt herself, I rip the blindfold off her face, exposing her tear filled green eyes.
“Hold still lover, I’m going to undo your hands just… be still.”
Her body is still shivering, but she isn’t thrashing against the restraints anymore. My hands are shaking, and it’s hard to get them to unclip the buckles, but I finally manage and Henley sits up, her whole body is shaking on the table. Her wide panic filled eyes are staring unseeingly straight ahead.
I tuck myself back in my pants, and turn to stroke Henley’s face, but my hands freeze before I touch her. I did that to her. In that instant I might have undone everything I’ve tried to build with Henley. As her panicked blank gaze continues I realize I need to get her out of here. I need to get her somewhere she can relax.
“Henley, lover, I’m going to get you out of here okay? I’ve got to touch you though,” the last part hurts to say. The fact that she might not ever let me touch her again. She might not ever want me to touch her again.
She doesn’t react at all, as I slip my arms around her small shivering form. Once I’ve lifted her up, her hands wind tightly around my neck, and her legs grip around my waist. I’m relieved at the small motion of her holding on, as I walk us out of the room, and straight out of the building.
My stride carries me easily across the parking lot, as I work my way toward the Maserati. When I get there I lower Henley carefully into the seat. Her eyes are still unfocused and she is whispering the word baby over and over again, as her body shakes in the front seat.
I carefully buckle her into the seat, and walk around to my side of the car and climb in. Henley never moves. Before I know it I’m speeding down the road.
When I pull into the parking garage I’m up and out of the car before its barely turned off. When I open Henley’s door, her lips are in a tight line as she slowly turns her head to me. That vacant look is still there, but it seems like she is noticing the world around her again.
I scoop her into my arms, and head into the building’s lobby. The woman behind the counter gives me a curious look as I make my way to the elevator. The ride up takes forever with Henley shivering in my arms. She doesn’t say anything, and I don’t know what to say to her. ‘Sorry I didn’t know you’d freak out from touching my dick?’ nothing playing through my mind will work, so I just stay silent.
She doesn’t move or look around as we enter the foyer, so I carry her directly to my room. When I sit her on the bed her green eyes turn up to my blue ones, and they look so lost. Slowly, ever so slowly I reach out and touch her. She leans slightly into the touch, but she barely reacts. With a pained sigh I carefully strip her clothes off, going slow so that I can stop if she begins to react negatively. She just watches my movements with disinterest, and when she is unclothed I turn back to my dresser and grab a t-shirt. I slip it over her head, and it dwarfs her. It makes her look so small and frail. I grab a pair of my boxers, and slip them carefully up her legs, folding the waist band several times over to keep them on.
She still doesn’t move, so I lay her down gently and bundle her under the covers before climbing in bed behind her, holding her close. It isn’t until she is tucked carefully in my arms, that I realize what I’ve done. I brought her home. I broke the only rule I had left, and brought her to my condo. I broke her. Then I brought her home. How many fuck ups can I make in one night I wonder.
There is nothing to be done about it now, and I’m not as worried about her being here as I thought I would be. The fear of her being too close doesn’t grip me, and I hold her tight, trying to protect her. As the night wears on, as I continue to stand watch for Henley, no matter how I try to fight it sleep finally wi
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Chapter 16
When my eyes open again, light is filtering through the small gaps in the curtains. Henley is tucked tightly in my arms, and I can see her face in the mirror across from my bed. Her eyes are open wide staring at herself in the mirror. It is easy to tell by the dark circles under her eyes, and the puffy bags from crying, that Henley didn’t sleep.
I lean up on my arm, and stroke Henley’s hair back off her forehead. She doesn’t move. Its like she doesn’t even feel it. I feel horrible. All the relaxed trust I managed to build with her is gone. I don’t know what to do.
“Henley… Lover I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”
Her whole body jerks up suddenly until she is sitting straight up. “I’m using your shower.”
“O…kay…” by the time the words out of my mouth she has already closed the bathroom door. With a sigh I lean my head against the door, and I can’t hear a single thing inside. “I’ll make you something to eat.”
Getting no response, I trudge out of my room toward the kitchen. The light is spilling through the floor to ceiling windows, making the whole place feel light and airy. It’s not. If I don’t figure out how to fix this, this oppressive feeling might drown me.
My body is on auto pilot as I fry up the eggs and bacon. My mind tries to replay last night, but I can’t figure out what set her off. I mean maybe I shouldn’t have put my dick in her mouth without asking… but surely it didn’t warrant a reaction like this? And even after she broke down on that table, she let me hold her. She still let me touch her. So maybe it isn’t me at all that had her freaking out… but then what could it have been?
I pull the bacon and eggs off and drop them on a plate, and set it on the table. There is still no sound coming from the bathroom, so I work my way back towards the door. Pressing my ear against the door I try to listen in, but I don’t hear any sounds. Not even running water.
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