As my body enjoyed Tom’s touch, my mind was playing out the typical sex scene between us. I knew where he would touch next, for how long and what he would do after that. I grew impatient with the sameness.
Instead of surrendering to the status quo, I decided it was time for a change. I pushed Tom away and sat up abruptly, looking around the room for my dressing gown.
Tom sat up, confused, as I jumped off the bed.
“What’s wrong? Where are you going?” he asked.
“Just a minute,” I said, pulling the belt out of my dressing gown. I returned to the bed and stood over him. “Give me your hands.”
He hesitated with a puzzled look in his eyes.
“I said, give me your hands.” I spoke with more authority in my voice this time, surprising both of us. He lifted his hands to me and I tied them together with the belt. Then I pushed back his shoulders until he fell onto the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“You thought you could dominate me, but I outsmarted you,” I said, trying on a fantasy persona. “Now, you are under my control.”
His face broke into a grin. Then he changed his expression to look menacing. “This time you’ve got me, but when I get free of these restraints, you will pay for whatever you do to me,” he threatened.
“I’m not worried. I won’t let you get free. I’ve tied these bonds so tight you’d need a knife to cut yourself free.”
I stood over him as he lay on the bed and shoved his tied hands above his head. “Don’t try to touch me, or your punishment will be severe,” I warned.
I started in the middle of his body, using my tongue to torment him with tickles and teases as he squirmed and bucked his hips. Kneeling on the bed next to him, I lightly kissed a trail over his stomach. His skin twitched under my touch. When I swirled my tongue inside his navel, he sucked in a moaning breath.
I nibbled up his ribs with my lips, blowing gently on the wet trail of my kisses until I reached his chest. I circled around his nipple with my warm, lapping tongue. He shuddered beneath me when I pulled his hard tip into my mouth and gently bit with my teeth.
He tried to grab my breasts with his bound hands, and I bit harder on his nipple. He gasped and writhed beneath me. I shoved his hands back behind his head.
“I told you not to touch me,” I said. “Now you’ll be punished.”
I lowered my mouth over his cock and exhaled hot air over the tip without touching him. He jerked upward, and I slapped his inner thigh.
“Patience and restraint, Tom. I will take you when I think you are ready,” I practically purred at him.
I wrapped my right hand around his cock as I teased his balls with feathery touches from my left hand. I exhaled over his tip again before I swirled my tongue around the crown. He moaned and bucked into my hand. I slapped him again on his thigh. His body shook with pent-up need.
I licked the firm ridge of his head with tiny light flutters, and he shuddered again. I closed my lips over his cock and slowly sucked him into the back of my throat, causing him to moan. I lifted my head slowly as I tightly held him between my lips.
“You killing me, Amanda,” he groaned.
I sucked and slid my mouth up and down his cock slowly, driving him to pump his dick into my mouth. I slapped his thigh harder and released his cock until he stopped thrusting.
“Oh, God. Please, Amanda,” he pleaded.
“Not until I say it’s time,” I said.
I continued to suck and lick and stroke him without letting him come. He begged for his release. I refused him, getting hotter and wetter by my power to make him moan and beg.
When I could tell he was really close to having his orgasm, I stopped sucking and waited until his breathing slowed. Then I revved him back up with my tongue, lapping over the ridge of his penis. With a strong suck, I took him fully into my mouth.
“Oh, Amanda. Please!” he cried.
Finally, my own need for satisfaction overrode my pleasure in dominating him. I moved on top of him, straddling his hips and guiding his cock into my opening. I slammed down on him. The thrust was hard and deep, and I nearly exploded immediately. He matched his hip thrusts to my driving force. Within moments, my muscles clenched tightly around him as my orgasm exploded through me. Tom’s thrusts grew more frantic before he tensed and spasmed within me, reaching his own climax too.
I fell forward onto his chest and nuzzled into his neck. With his hands still tied together, he brought his arms over my head and rested them on my back. We lay panting until we caught our breaths.
He kissed the top of my head. “I love you,” he said, giving me a squeeze with his arms.
I kissed his neck. “I love you, too.”
* * * *
After another shower, Tom and I got dressed for dinner. He wore a black silk camp shirt with his twill shorts and brown leather flip flops. The combination of casual and dressy was sexy. Looking at his dark, hairy legs and his bare feet in flip flops made me consider taking him to bed again, but my stomach rumbled, reminding me how hungry I was for food.
I slipped a short black linen halter dress over my head, deciding against wearing undergarments. I didn’t need a bra under the v-neckline halter as my breasts were small enough they didn’t need any lifting, and I hadn’t brought a strapless bra on the trip anyway. I skipped panties, too, feeling a little daring going out to dinner without underwear. The feel of the linen against my bare bottom was stimulating.
Tom took me to a nice restaurant on the seafront serving Canarian cuisine. The maitre d’ led us to a table outside on the terrace overlooking the water and a blazing sunset. The sky was lit with fiery reds and burnt orange, doubly impressive as it reflected off the ocean.
As I sat on the chair the maitre d’ held for me, I felt the ocean breeze blow across the curls between my legs. I shivered a little at the new sensation.
“Are you cold?” Tom asked.
“No, quite the contrary.”
He smiled. “You seem to be enjoying your birthday. Will you let me know if there’s anything special you want?”
I smiled. “Oh, I’ll be sure to let you know.” I wriggled a little in my chair, very aware of my dress rubbing against my bare skin. A wave of adrenaline at my risqué behaviour left me a little lightheaded.
Tom ordered a bottle of local wine, Viña Norte, with a strong, fresh fruity flavour to go with our dinner. As we ate, I slipped off my sandal and drew my foot up the inside of Tom’s leg. The long white tablecloth hid my activities under the table.
Tom looked up at me suddenly when I slipped my foot inside the leg of his shorts. I wanted to stroke his penis, but the shorts were too confining. I couldn’t reach him. I removed my foot from inside his shorts and rubbed him through his clothes.
He shifted in his seat.
“If you continue playing like that, I’m not going to be able to leave this table after dinner,” Tom said quietly. A smile played at his lips.
“Hmmm, and I was planning on having you for dessert back in our room,” I said, leaning towards him across the table.
“As much as I am enjoying your attention, I would suggest you desist if you would like to leave anytime soon.”
I considered continuing my stroking and making Tom leave the restaurant with a hard-on pressing at his shorts, but I didn’t want to make him feel self-conscious in a public place. He was a very private person. Reluctantly, I removed my foot and put my sandal back on.
After dinner, Tom and I walked back to our hotel. I was acutely aware of the feel of my dress against my bare ass as I walked uphill, and I was enjoying my growing arousal. Tom had been in the bathroom when I’d gotten dressed. He didn’t know I wasn’t wearing undergarments. A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined his reaction at discovering the naked me under the dress.
I tugged on his hand and made him stop walking and turn to me. “Kiss me,” I said.
He put his hands around my back and drew me to him. Before his lips met mine, I w
hispered, “I’m not wearing anything under this dress.”
Tom’s arms tightened their hold, and he kissed the breath out of me. He slid his hands down to my butt, squeezing it as he pulled me closer to him. I melted into his body, losing touch with everything except the feel of his mouth and his hands on me.
He kissed and teased my lips with his tongue as he massaged my bottom. I was afraid he would pull my short dress up too high and display my naked ass to the busy street. I trembled at the unexpected thrill of exposing myself in public. When had I become an exhibitionist?
Tom seemed lost in our kiss and his groping of my ass. I realised it was up to me to step away before he pulled my dress over my head right there on the street. He obviously wasn’t having a problem displaying private behaviour in a public place tonight. We both seemed to have turned into different people this evening.
I tried taking a step out of his arms, but he held me more firmly against him. His cock was a hard rod pressed against my belly. He moved his hips a little to rub himself against me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and rub his penis against my swollen clit.
“Tom, let’s go back to our hotel room.” I managed to say in between his licks and nibbles on my lips. My hands itched to reach up under his shirt and feel his hot skin under my palms. But I was afraid if I started to reach under his clothes, he’d reach under my dress and unveil me to everyone around us.
He proceeded with another deep kiss until the sound of a wolf whistle across the street interrupted our bliss. He took a step back from me. I nearly stumbled on my weakened knees. He reached out and held my arm until I regained my equilibrium.
“This has been an interesting evening. You’re just full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?” he smiled at me.
I nodded and smiled back at him. I was enjoying our new unscripted play, but I still wished that he would come up with some new ideas himself.
* * * *
At our hotel, we stopped at the pool bar for a final drink before going up to our room. The air was full of the heavy, intoxicating fragrance of night-blooming jasmine. A band was playing on the small stage near the pool. The music was slow and sensual with a Latin feel. Several couples were dancing on the patio.
Tom got a lime margarita for me and a beer for himself from the bar. I took a sip of my drink and noticed it had more than the usual amount of tequila in it. I took another sip, enjoying the floating feeling in my head from the alcohol and our recent make-out session on the street.
We walked to an empty cocktail table where we could stand and watch the dancers. The couple dancing closest to Tom and I had their bodies pressed against each other, swaying to the rhythm of the beat. They were more nicely dressed than some of the other couples who wore beach clothes. The woman was wearing a red strapless dress and the tall, well-built man looked good in a black silk t-shirt and khaki pants.
In the dim glow from the candles around the patio, I was surprised to see the woman was fondling the man’s penis with her hand down his pants. The man had his hands wrapped around her buttocks and was slowly savouring the taste of the woman’s jaw, neck and bare shoulders.
I felt wet heat gathering between my legs as I watched the couple making love on the dance floor. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the erotic sight. I wondered if I had turned into a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist.
When the band broke between songs, the couple drew apart a few inches. I realised I recognised them from earlier in the day at the pool. They walked towards our table on their way to the bar.
“Good evening,” Sabrina said. “Are you having a good evening?”
Mark walked close behind Sabrina with his body pressed against hers. Probably to hide his raging hard-on, I thought, or maybe he was just enjoying being snuggled up to Sabrina’s lush ass. He gave me the impression he was self-assured enough to not be embarrassed to show he was aroused in public.
“Yes, we are having a great night,” I said. “Tom took me to a wonderful restaurant down by the beach for dinner.”
“And now we are having a drink to celebrate Amanda’s birthday,” Tom added.
“Oh, I love birthday celebrations. We’re going to have to do something special for you, Amanda,” Sabrina said. “Don’t you think so, Mark?” She looked up over her shoulder at her husband.
Mark gave me a slow smile. “Yes, I think we should do something special for Amanda.”
Before I could reply, the band began playing a song with a salsa beat. Mark’s eyes were still on mine. “First, I want to dance with the birthday girl. If you don’t mind, Tom?”
“Help yourself. Amanda loves to dance, but I’m not too quick on my feet,” Tom said.
Without asking my permission, Mark picked up my hand and tugged me towards him. He led me a few feet away from the table and placed his large, warm palm on the small of my back. I placed my free hand on his wide biceps. I had to restrain myself from stroking my hand over his arm and shoulder and down his beautiful pecs. I wanted to touch those hard, defined muscles that I could see outlined under his snug-fitting black t-shirt.
Mark looked into my eyes as he began to move with me backwards and forwards to the pulsing rhythm of the salsa. His gaze was intense and direct, and I couldn’t look away.
“I like your dress tonight,” he said before leading me into a quick underarm turn. When I faced him again, he said, “I especially like what you’re not wearing underneath it.”
My face flushed, and my nerve endings tingled from the heat of his gaze on my body. How could he tell I wasn’t wearing panties? Could he feel the lack of a waistband with his hand on my back?
“I thought I would try something new.” My words came out a little breathy.
He leaned next to my ear and whispered, “Yes, new can be exciting.”
My knees went soft at the possible implication of his words. Was he suggesting he be my ‘something new’? I didn’t think Tom would be too pleased with that.
Mark pulled me in closer to his firm body, and his prominent arousal pressed against my belly. Was that from me or leftover from his dance with Sabrina? I felt a little giddy thinking I could affect him that way with my lean, less curvaceous body.
With his muscular arms wrapped around me, I felt small and feminine. He was so big and dominant. I shivered with pleasure as I thought how easily he could overpower me and take me right here if he wanted. Whatever he initiated, I was ready to participate.
“Are you cold?” he asked. Before I could reply, he said, “I’ll have to see what I can do about that.”
He spun me out away from his body. When I came back to him, he slipped his muscular thigh between my legs and wrapped his arm around my back, holding me pressed tight to him. We moved in a hip-swaying rocking motion with my bare clit rubbing against the fabric of his khaki pants. The friction was pushing me close to an all-out orgasm. I could feel my wet arousal soaking his leg, and all I wanted was a little more pressure on my clit to reach my release.
His eyes locked onto mine and the corners of his lips turned up in a knowing smile. I flushed but couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had complete control of the situation and me. I felt like I had stepped into my erotic daydream from earlier in the day. He could claim my body as his to pleasure as he desired, and I would be completely at his mercy as he demanded his satisfaction. A dizzying wave of desire swept through me as I waited for him to grant me permission to have my orgasm.
“Are you feeling a little warmer?” He grinned down at me.
I nodded. My sexual excitement was obvious. I wondered how far he would take this teasing he had started. We locked eyes, and I risked touching him more intimately, sliding my hands along his shoulders and down his chest. I felt his heart beating under my right palm before I slid my hands back up to his shoulders and down to his biceps. His muscles were hard and thick, and I shivered at the power in them.
He ground himself closer into me, but before I could get off on his leg, he spun me away again. When I returned to fa
cing him, he looked over my shoulder and nodded. I turned my head to see Sabrina standing near us, holding Tom’s hand. Tom had a big grin on his face. Was he enjoying watching my dirty dancing with Mark? He certainly didn’t seem jealous.
“I’ve invited them up to our suite for drinks. Are you done with your dance?” Sabrina asked Mark.
“For here and now.” He slid his hands up my body, nearly touching the sides of my breasts. My nipples beaded against the linen of my dress and my legs felt wobbly. He took a step back from me and grabbed my hand as we followed Sabrina and Tom into the hotel. His large hand enveloped mine and I, again, delighted in feeling small and feminine next to him.
We walked behind my husband and I stared at his back, wondering what he was thinking. How did he really feel about my sexy dance with Mark? Had he and Sabrina been engaged in any behaviour similar to Mark’s and mine while my attention was focused on our dance?
I looked at Tom’s hand joined with Sabrina’s. She was rubbing her thumb across his knuckles and pushing her breasts up against him as they walked. Tom glanced over his shoulder at me and grinned. Whatever was happening, he looked pretty damn happy about it. I smiled back at him, glad he was enjoying himself, too.
In the elevator, Tom leaned over to me. Quietly he said, “Remember how I promised to give you anything special you wanted for your birthday?”
I nodded.
“How do you like this present?” He inclined his head towards Mark and Sabrina.
I grinned. “For me?” I whispered.
He nodded. “For us.”
“In case I forget to tell you later—thanks! I really like my present.”
Chapter Three
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