by Anna Edwards
"Keep your head forward and down on the pillow."
She groaned but did as she was told. He loved how responsive she was. She may control him everywhere else, but in the bedroom, she was his to dominate. He took a blindfold out first, went back to the bed, and put it over her head.
"This will make sure you can't cheat."
"James?" There was a little hint of trepidation in her voice.
"Trust me, Amy." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"I do." She whispered the words back to him and put her head back down. He stood for a moment and just looked at his woman. He hoped she meant it, in all aspects of their life, and not just in the bedroom, kitchen, lounge, back seat of a car, or wherever the mood took them. He went back to the wardrobe, pulled a few more items out, and took them all back to the bed. He pressed a hidden switch on the wall and the lights dimmed. Amy hadn't moved. He bent down beside her and nudged against her ear with his lips as he spoke.
"I want you to put your hands above your head." She instantly obeyed. "Good girl. You will be rewarded for your obedience. You’ve my word." He couldn't quite hear her muffled replied from within the pillows, but he was pretty confident it involved a few swear words and vows of abstinence for him if she wasn't. He smacked her hard on each of her peachy cheeks, and she wiggled for more. She was insatiable and that made her just perfect to him. James took two lengths of silk material, tied her hands to the bed posts, and then stood and lit a couple of candles that he had placed around the bedroom.
"Amy?"
"Yes?"
"We need a safe word."
"We do. What do you suggest?"
"Something personal to you?"
"How about rose?"
"Rose?"
"My mum always smelt of it."
"Rose it is." James climbed over her and knelt with his legs either side of her body, careful not to bear his full weight down on her. He blew a warm breath up the length of her spine. When he reached the spot at the bottom of her neck, he leant over to the table beside the bed and took a sip of a cold drink he had placed there. He repeated the trail with now-cold lips. He was sure he could see the skin on her back prickle. He did the same thing a few more times, until Amy began to gently squirm beneath him. He reached for a bottle of oil and poured a little onto his hands and began to massage the tensions away from her back. She was full of knots, and he made a note to have a proper masseuse—not a masseur— visit her tomorrow.
"Are you ticklish there Amy?"
"Not ticklish, but every time you touch there I can feel sparks of electricity hit me straight in my clit."
"You’re not to come until I say you can." He ran a hand teasingly over her lower spine again, and she squished her legs together.
"James...."
He stopped and slid his body up her spine until he was able to bite down on her ear lobe. She gasped and turned her head for a kiss. He pressed his finger between her lips, and she wrapped her tongue around it and sucked it hard. He removed it and brought his hand down to his cock and stroked it against her back.
"See what you do to me Amy? Feel it."
"Put it inside me, please? Anywhere. I just need to feel you."
He took a long, slow inhalation of breath to prevent him from doing just that.
"Not yet. Put you head back down." She did as he commanded. "Amy, what I’ll do next will sting at first. Try to last as long as you can. It’ll be worth it. I promise you."
"Ok." Her voice came from within the Egyptian cotton pillows.
James took a lit candle from the table and blew it out. The plume of smoke cascaded into the room, and Amy shuddered as she realised what he was about to do.
"Use your safe word if you want me to stop, remember, beautiful?"
She nodded.
He tipped two drops of the wax onto the top of her back. She thrust forward and let out a moan of delighted pain. James pulled an ice cube out of his glass with his other hand and ran it around where he had dropped the wax. Amy pulled hard on the restraints at her wrists. He poured a few more drops of wax a little lower and followed it with the ice. Amy was writhing beneath him now. Her little sounds of whimpering pleasure had his cock rock hard, its purple head throbbing for stimulation it wasn't going to get yet. Fuck, she was beautiful like this. He was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
He dropped a few more pearls of wax onto her newly-discovered erogenous zone. He watched as it cooled and formed jewels upon her silky skin. He put the candle down and ran his hand over her back removing the wax. Next, he placed the ice cube in his mouth, and ran it over the spot where the wax had left a little red mark. Amy's body undulated under his touch and she fought the restraints again, parted her legs, and angled her hips to try and get some contact between her slender thighs. James put his hands under her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees. From behind, he trailed the ice cube in his mouth down the crevice between her oh-so-beautiful cheeks, over the puckered hole that ground against his lips and down to her folds and the hidden bud within them.
She was fucking his face with her movements, she was so desperate to get herself off. He dropped the ice cube and drove his tongue into her. She let out a cry of relief. He pulled out long enough to tell her to come, and as he moved his hand to circle her clit, she dutifully obliged, in his mouth and all over his face. He lapped it up as she continued wave upon wave of release. It was the best taste he had ever known. It was her taste just for him. Only he could do that to her body. He withdrew his tongue when she stopped quivering and leant forward to remove the ties to her hands. She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He drew back.
"Slow down, beautiful. I’m not finished with you yet."
"More?"
He removed the blindfold, and she took a few seconds to adjust to the dim light. "Tonight is all about getting you to relax."
"I don't think I can be more relaxed than I’m right now."
"Yes, you can." He got off the bed, and she propped herself up on her arms to see what he was doing. "I went shopping today." He opened the door of the wardrobe and showed her the assortment of sex toys that he had bought. They ranged from dildos of different lengths and thicknesses, clitoral stimulators, nipple clamps with delicate bells attached, soft whips, restraints, paddles, love balls, a love swing and several lengths of rope --he was not a shibari master but he had practiced under one when he was training. Her mouth was wide, and she stumbled to her feet to get a better look.
"This is all for me?" She frowned. "How much did this lot cost?"
"Is it too much? Have I scared you? The cost doesn't matter."
"I’m not afraid, but please, how much?"
James stroked his cock as he watched her surveying everything. He couldn't wait to use them on her.
"Over the limit? Remember you brought me earrings last week."
He grinned a superior, smug smile. "This isn't your present. These are my present to myself. So, it is not part of your budget. Your part is free, so choose what you want."
She gave a throaty moan which nearly sent James over the edge. She picked up a little vibrator, about the width of his thumb, and a bottle of lubricating gel.
"I want these?"
He frowned. "Out of all that stuff, you want that."
"Yes." She wiggled her backside at him as she went back to the bed. He caught her meaning straight away and went after her.
"On all fours then."
She shook her head.
"It’ll be easier to get it inside you that way."
"It isn't going inside me."
James screwed up his face in confusion. "Where is it going then?"
"Inside you."
"Like fuck."
"But it’s your toy, James. You bought it for yourself?"
"I bought it to use with you, not on me."
She licked her lips, "That is a shame. I have been doing some reading and apparently, there is a spot on a man that makes him come hard. I though
t we could find it."
"You are playing me for spending too much."
"That and not letting me come in the bath. Now, you get on all fours."
"Amy."
"James." She had such a mischievous look on her face. His cock was still rock solid, and he needed to come. Something about this was actually turning him on.
"Hurry up, or I’ll get Matthew to buy me a strap-on, and I’ll use that instead."
He laughed at that. "You’re lucky I love you."
"Give me ten minutes, and you will be saying that the other way round."
He tackled her onto the bed.
"For teasing me, you don't get to come again."
And with that, he pushed his rigid shaft deep inside her.
Amy dug her tatty nails into his skin and dragged her hands down his body. One stroked her still-swollen clit, while the other massaged his balls. He knew she was close when she began to breathe quickly. She moved her hands away and put them back on his arse. They were wet from her juices. What was she was doing? She trailed a path of her own lubricant around his puckered hole. Fuck, it was good. He had never allowed anyone near there, but he wasn't stopping her. When she saw he wasn't going to resist, she collected more of her own juices and went back to press her index finger against his hole.
"James?" she breathlessly uttered
He looked at her and nodded consent.
She pushed her finger deep. Her finger moving within him was strange at first and put him off his rhythm, but she soon found what it was she was feeling for, and he got it back. Without any warning, his balls tightened, and he was coming. Would it ever stop? He became vaguely aware that Amy was coming as well, but he couldn't focus to enjoy it. He had never felt anything like this before. When she finally withdrew her finger, he collapsed down on top of her, gasping for air.
"Fuck... was that?"
"That was your prostate, and I just massaged it."
"I definitely want you to do that again."
"Next time I get to use the toy you bought yourself?"
"Amy, if you make me feel like that again, you can use whatever you want to do it." He laughed and turned to bring her into his arms. "I’ll even ask Matthew to get you a strap-on myself."
"I’ll hold you to that." She nuzzled his sweat-soaked chest. He should shower, but he didn't think his legs would get him off the bed, let alone hold him upright to wash. His eyes shut. "Thank you, James."
"What for?"
"For showing me you only want what is best for me."
"Always. Now shush, I need sleep after what you did to me."
"Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you always."
CHAPTER NINE
Amy
Over the following few days, their relationship solidified even more while staying at his 'palace' for want of a better word. James had done as he said and spent a good hour chasing her around the maze on the second day. Mind you, Amy had made herself not too difficult to catch. Being ensnared by a six foot something giant with bulging arm muscles, wickedly devilish lips, and a lascivious look on his face was not something she wanted to run away from. Ever. She was just glad that the weather for this time of year was mild, or she was sure she would’ve caught frostbite; not that James seemed to have any issue with that, he spent most of the time buried within her warm insides. But again, she couldn't complain, with the miracles he worked there.
The next day they’d gone up to the moors. The very tips were snow covered, and Amy learnt that Sonia had excellent skills when it came to driving on ice and snow. Sonia mumbled something about Siberian winters, and she and Matthew nodded at each other and went quiet.
They found a pub with a roaring open fire and enjoyed steak and kidney puddings with mushy peas and mint sauce. Several of the pint-swigging, flat-cap-wearing locals greeted James with a strong handshake and a firm look in the eye. They all had a very different look about them than Amy was used to with the city traders, they weren't well manicured and polished. The hands of the locals were indeed rough and calloused from manual labour, and they were stocky in build from innumerable hours a day working on the farms. She struggled to understand what they were saying sometimes, with their broad accents, but they kept their dialogue clipped. What they did have to say was always highly pertinent.
After lunch they took a long walk along the river banks of the River Wharfe to try to excise some calories. That night, Amy settled in the library to examine all the incredible titles that James had collected. He also showed her some of the daring books the previous generations had collected, and they’d spent a few hours experimenting with gravity-defying positions, often failing and collapsing in laughter.
All the time he had his people call her to advise her of what was going on at the school, and not him. All decisions were made by herself without his involvement unless she asked him for his views. Elena kept sending her photos.
Amy stood in the hallway fiddling nervously with her mother's ring. James had taken the call ten minutes ago to say that his sister and her fiancé had just touched down and would be with them soon. She couldn't remember a time she had been more anxious. Meeting James' mother had been very much thrust upon her when her brain wasn't exactly functioning properly. She had never had a chance to worry, but with Sophie it was different. She knew how much his sister meant to him, even if he did complain endlessly about her being a bridezilla. She just wanted to make the right impression and not cause any problems for James.
James pulled her closer and she withdrew from her reflections,
"Stop fidgeting."
"I’m trying."
"You’ve nothing to worry about." He looked down at her and dropped a little peck to her forehead. "She’ll love you as much as I do."
"I hope she doesn't like me that much." She pretended to look shocked.
"Well now, she doesn't have a thing for smelly feet, and yours really are the worst so she’ll probably not forgive that."
"My feet don’t smell." she scowled and pursed her lips.
"It's alright, you don't have to hide it from me. I saw the mouse nibbling them this morning thinking they were cheese."
"I did not have a mouse biting my toes."
James let out a howl of laughter, and she whacked him hard in the chest.
"Well, it's nice to see that she has the measure of you already big brother." The silky voice came from behind her, and she spun around quickly.
"Sophie." James ran to his sister and drew her into a big bear hug.
"Watch it. I don't want bruises for the wedding." He dropped her instantly and began to smooth down the wrinkles of her designer dress with a flurry of exaggerated brushes. "Are you going to introduce me, or are you going to allow the poor girl to stand there gawping."
James took Amy's slightly perspiring hand and led her forward.
"Sophie, this is Amy, my smelly-footed girlfriend. Amy, my sister, and the biggest pain in the arse ever, Sophie." James' sister had exactly the same colouring as him but she was slender and about the same height as Amy. She had captivating blue eyes which glowed with the warmth of her personality. She definitely had model looks if she had chosen to be one.
Sophie rolled her eyes and blew out her cheeks at her brother's description of both. Amy whacked him again.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Sophie." Amy took his sister's hand and shook it only to be brought into a friendly hug.
"He has told me so much about you. I have never been so excited to meet someone. I can see already that you are perfect for him."
"Where is Gray?" James interrupted them as he looked past his sister.
"He’s coming in a little while. He can't stay here with me until our wedding night. Mum arranged for him take residence in the lodge in the grounds instead."
"I somehow think you’re not going to be a virginal bride, Sophie."
"Tradition, dear brother, tradition."
He snorted. "I give it one night."
"Sophie." Miranda'
s cry of joy came from behind Amy and mother and daughter embraced with warmth and happiness. Amy just stood back and enjoyed watching them all. Her family had always been very formal. James came to her side and put his arm around her waist.
"You alright?"
She nodded "She’s lovely."
"Have you asked her?"
"No, I thought it would be best coming from you."
They were talking about her. Amy swallowed. "Ask me what?"
"Men. They never do anything you ask. Have you learnt that about him yet?"
"I found out that during our first date." She chuckled. "Still here for some strange reason."
"I’m a stud, babe. You just can't resist my animal magnetism."
Both Amy and Sophie held up a sceptical eyebrow. Miranda went to James’ side as his bottom lip began to playfully quiver.
"My poor baby. Mummy will always adore you." She gave him a great big kiss on the cheek.
"Mum. Not in front of my girlfriend. I’m trying to look good."
"The one thing you have to know about James is he’s a mummy's boy. And you’ve passed her test so you will be okay. Anyway. I wanted to ask you...will you be one of my bridesmaids?"
Amy looked to Sophie in shock, and then to James, who was smiling proudly.
"Are you sure? You’re getting married in two days, we couldn't get a dress before then."
"Darling. A dress is not an issue, believe me." She winked at James and Amy looked at him with suspicion. Had he put her up to this? "Besides, it’s my wedding, and I want who I want. You’re the woman that my brother loves, and that makes you a part of my family. You will accompany mum up the aisle. Please say yes. I want to bring you into my special day so much."
"Put like that, how can I refuse? Of course I will."
Sophie screamed her delight, and James took Amy's hand and squeezed it.
"Everything is going to be perfect. It’s going to be such a beautiful day. If you get me my snow.”
"Working on it." He shrank back behind Amy to hide.
"You better. Mum, can you help me unpack? I want to put all the dresses in the dressing rooms and make sure they’re all alright."
