Skin to Skin

by J. M. Stone

  “I know Mom, I just…” I sighed. “I don’t want his money. But I can’t just let it sit there and go to waste when it could help so many others.”

  “What about donating it, then, to a charity or program that helps battered women and children?” my mom said softly.

  That idea struck me silent, surprised that I didn’t think of it myself. “You’re right, Mom. That’s what I’m going to do. If I could help them have the resources they need to help just one woman, even, it would be worth it.”

  “It would. And I’m proud of you, honey. You’re a strong woman and I admire you greatly and I love you very much.”

  “I’m strong because you taught me to be that way, Mom. I wasn’t as strong as I should have been back then, but…anyway. It doesn’t matter now. I love you, too, Mom.” I said, feeling emotion clog my throat.

  I heard a small sniff come across the line and laughed. “Knock it off, ya big cry baby!” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

  She laughed, too, just like I intended, and I felt much lighter than I did when I called her. “By the way,” she began. “I was going to call you today, anyway. You and Jackson both, actually. Guess what?”

  “Uh, chicken butt?” I said seriously, calling up an old joke.

  “Guess why?” she said, playing along.

  “Chicken thigh,” I continued, giggling the same way I used to when I was younger.

  “Alright, alright. Game’s over. I can’t wait anymore!” she cried before yelling, “I sold the house and already put a down payment on a place out by Jan and Ben!”

  I shrieked, literally jumping up and down around the living room. God knows if Brandon would have been home, he’d have thought I was a lunatic for sure.

  “That’s awesome!” I shouted, so excited to have my mom close again. I regretted the distance I put between us when I was with Greg, physically and emotionally, but then I couldn’t really help it when I moved out here. But now, my family would be together again….just a little bit bigger.

  And that was everything I ever dreamed of.

  Chapter 26

  “Chloe?”

  Silence.

  “Chloe, sunshine, where are you?” Brandon called.

  I stayed still and quiet, waiting for him to find me. I heard the thud-thud of boots being dropped to the floor, so I knew that he’d taken his shoes off. I heard the clink of his keys hitting the bowl on the table by the door. Then, finally, I heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway toward the bedroom, where I was waiting.

  “Hey, do you want to go get some dinner or do something? Or are we staying in tonight?”

  His voice was right outside the door. I knew he was going to be surprised, even though I’d warned him that I might have one for him when he got home. I also knew he wouldn’t really be expecting this kind of surprise. And trust me, when he saw my surprise, even though it was only about four in the afternoon, we would definitely NOT be going anywhere.

  He pushed open the door and I heard him suck in a loud breath, then let out a long, low whistle. “Fuck me…” he groaned.

  I let the corners of my mouth curve up slightly in a teasing smile. “No. Fuck me.”

  “Sunshine…Christ you have no idea how fuckin’ hot you look.”

  After my conversation with my mom, I’d done a little shopping. Now I was kneeling at the foot of the bed, wearing an outfit that consisted of nothing more than a few strategically placed leather strips and lace panels. They revealed more than they concealed, but I knew it wasn’t the outfit alone that had garnered that reaction from him.

  No, it was probably the black satin blindfold I had tied around my eyes, my blond tresses pinned on top of my head in a haphazard knot so it wouldn’t get tangled. It was probably, even more so, the padded leather cuffs I’d snapped on my wrists, and the small array of items laid out on the bed behind me.

  I’d taken a drive down to Hustler and picked up a new bottle of warming lube; a slim, smooth, short, tapered vibrator; and a light weight riding crop. I knew what I was getting into, what I wanted him to do to me.

  And I was shivering in anticipation of it.

  I felt him move closer to me, his soft, quiet footsteps bringing him within touching range. But I didn’t touch him. I could smell him, the warm, slightly musky, completely sexy and delicious scent of him, and I inhaled, breathing him in deeply.

  I felt my pulse quicken at the rasp of a zipper. With the blindfold effectively cutting off my sight, my other senses were heightened, making this usually slight sound seem loud in the silence surrounding us. Every movement he made, every rustle of clothing, every jagged breath that left his lips stirred the stillness around me.

  I could feel the anticipation like a living thing in the air, blanketing me until my skin tingled and my body vibrated; it was almost like having scuffed my feet across the carpet and gotten close to a metal surface afterward, that electrified sensation that comes before the shocking discharge.

  I started as something soft touched my cheek, then lightly trailed across my lips. Unbidden, my lips parted and my tongue darted out, a low moan dragged from my throat as I tasted silky flesh and the unmistakable flavor that was Brandon before it was gone.

  “I think I like this surprise,” he said, his voice gravelly and dark. “We playing by my rules, sunshine?”

  “Yes.” One word, whispered into the silence.

  “Hands behind your back,” he commanded.

  I complied immediately, clasping my cuffed hands behind my back. He reached down and secured them together with the little metal clips hanging from them for that specific purpose. I felt him straighten again and the air stirred around me as he disrobed. I felt the small thump of his jeans hitting the carpet by my knees. I then heard the unmistakable sound of skin sliding on skin and gasped as I imagined him fisting himself, stroking the turgid length in front of me. The rough sigh of pleasure that sounded above my head confirmed it and my sex clenched in response.

  I felt his hand cup my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin before he hooked it into the corner of my mouth, gently forcing my lips open and sliding it inside over my tongue, tracing the slight saltiness of his skin over my taste buds. I closed my lips around it, sucking with firm pulls, letting my cheeks hollow with the movement.

  He growled and curled his fingers around my chin, hooking his thumb inside my mouth and pressing down on my tongue, forcing my jaw open. He didn’t hurt me; he was firm, a little rough, but in a good way. In a way that let me know he was in the moment with me, he was gonna give me what I wanted, let the darker side of him that I knew he had out to play.

  “Open wide.”

  I dropped my jaw more as he moved his hand away, opening my mouth for the intrusion of his thickness. Moisture flooded my core and my mouth watered in anticipation. A moan worked past my lips as he slid the silken head against my bottom lip, leaving a trace of wetness behind that my tongue immediately sought.

  “Yessss…” he hissed as he followed my tongue, pushing the heated length of his hardness into the warmth of my mouth, stroking it against my tongue and lips in short, sharp thrusts. I worked to swallow around him, scraping him a bit with my teeth and I winced, thinking I’d hurt him. I’d used my teeth on him before, but not quite that hard.

  “Christ, that’s good,” he groaned. “Suck me, Chloe.”

  I blinked in surprise behind the blindfold, then berated myself for being shocked. It wasn’t like I’d bitten him or anything, but it was definitely enough to hurt him, I thought. Guess not. That turned things even warmer down below.

  I closed my lips around him, leaning into him to take him deep. I felt the tip of him at the back of my throat and fought my gag reflex, pressing my tongue against the bottom of him as I breathed through my nose and swallowed. He jerked in my mouth, his hips thrusting helplessly as my throat muscles convulsed around him, massaging in counterpart to my suction.

  Brandon’s hands came up, one cradling my jaw, the other spearing into the knot of hair
on top of my head as he pulled me back, sliding himself out of my mouth. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, baby, okay?” he asked, gruffly.

  I nodded, my lips already parting to receive him once more. I groaned as he slid inside, smiling around his thickness as he swore under his breath again. He used his hands to guide me, once again gently hooking a thumb into the corner of my mouth to keep my jaw open as he began thrusting between my lips, sliding along my tongue with quick strokes.

  I moaned at the feel of him, slick from my mouth, but also from the copious drops of moisture seeping from the tip, the taste lingering on my tongue making desire pool heavily between my thighs. He fucked my mouth roughly, all the while taking care not to hurt me. He grunted and groaned when his sensitive flesh scraped against my teeth, the slight edge of pain serving only to heighten his pleasure.

  Finally, when his hips were moving rapidly, his thrusts becoming uneven and jerky, he thrust me away from him, depriving me of his release. I cried out and he shushed me. “It’s okay, baby, I just wasn’t ready to come yet. You okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

  I shook my head immediately, though I did shift a little bit against the ache beginning to build in my knees and thighs from kneeling for so long on the floor. He must have noticed.

  His hands reached down and gripped my waist, pulling me up off the floor and onto my feet in a fluid movement that only served to remind me of his strength. I loved it. I felt him reach behind me and unhook the cuffs, rubbing my hands to make sure I wasn’t losing feeling in them.

  “I’m good, Brandon. I promise,” I told him, leaning into the broad, muscular expanse of his chest. I kissed the naked skin of his chest because it was there, and because I could. His arms came around me and hugged me tightly to him. I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my stomach and my hand came up of its own volition, tracing my fingers over his hard stomach until I pushed between our bodies and encircled the hot thickness with my hand.

  He sucked in a breath and released it on a whoosh before he pulled away, gently berating me. “Uh, uh, uh…all in good time. This is my surprise, right?”

  I nodded.

  “And we’re playing by my rules?”

  I nodded again.

  “Then no touching. I’m gonna cuff you again, okay?”

  I nodded once more.

  I felt his lips lightly kiss each of my eyes through the blindfold, then touch briefly on the tip of my nose, before placing a gently kiss to my upturned lips. He grabbed me by the waist again and picked me up, tossing me carefully onto the bed. I rolled automatically, presenting him with my arms behind my back so he could hook the cuffs together again, but he only laughed under his breath and rolled me back over. “Stay still.”

  He left the bed for a moment and I heard him rummaging through the drawer of my dresser, then a metallic clink. Then he was back on the bed with me and I heard the clicking noises of handcuffs being attached to the slatted bedframe behind me on either side. Once he’d done that, he took each of my arms and attached the little hooks to the chain of the handcuffs, I would assume, because the hooks weren’t large enough to go round the slats.

  That done, he traced his fingertips down each of my arms, leaving me gasping and squirming and finally, protesting and laughing when he got to my ticklish spots.

  “Brandon, no!” I shouted shrilly, my voice still shaking with laughter.

  I heard him chuckle and then murmur against my skin, “Okay, okay…I won’t.” His lips touched mine sweetly and things turned serious again when mine parted and allowed his tongue to sweep inside to thrust and parry with mine, tasting and teasing each other, taking it deeper and deeper until we were desperate for each other.

  His hands were all over me, sliding up and down my body, plucking at my nipples through the lace panels of the lingerie I wore. My back arched, my hands pulling at their bonds, my mouth wordlessly asking him for more.

  “Are you overly fond of this outfit?” he asked me, his lips brushing against mine with every word.

  “I just…I just bought it today,” I gasped as his fingers worked delicately over my breasts, flicking the already aching tips to almost painfully hard diamond points.

  He was up off the bed then, leaving me whimpering in his absence. He was back in a heartbeat though, his words brief and bitten out. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled, and then I felt something cool and sharp slide against my skin underneath the material. Suddenly, I was bare; he’d cut the lingerie from me, the tattered remains of it falling down the sides of my body to lie on the bed.

  “God, you’re fucking gorgeous, sunshine. I love the way you look all spread out for me, your bare skin so soft and touchable…kissable.”

  I moaned at the ache twisting in my belly, the heavy curl of want, the sparking fire of need that raced along my skin at his words. My hips thrust toward him, asking for his touch, and I cursed the blindfold now, wanting to see him above me as he buried himself to the hilt inside my folds.

  Like he knew my thoughts, the blindfold was wrenched away from my eyes and I blinked up into his face, his stormy eyes searching mine, blazing with a heat that left me breathless. He sat up and reached behind him, gathering up the items that were, miraculously, still lying on the bed despite my thrashing. He brought each of them up and held them in front of my face, lustful speculation creeping into his smile.

  “I think we need to turn you over, baby,” he whispered, the words pebbling my skin instantly.

  He unsnapped the leather cuffs and turned me, taking the time to move the handcuffs in closer together before snapping the leather cuffs back around my wrists, leaving me face down on the mattress, my hands circling the slats of the headboard, bound by the cuffs. He gripped my hips and pulled them up, my weight resting on my knees, cheek and forearms flat on the bed.

  He spread my legs wider, his thumbs caressing the soft, damp folds between my thighs as he did. I jerked at his touch, wanting more, but he denied me.

  Instead, he chuckled and moved away again. I turned my head a bit and watched him over my shoulder. His nostrils were flared, eyes flashing, and that gloriously hard part of him was jutting out from his hips, inducing another rush of wetness to my already swollen, glistening pink folds.

  Without warning, his hand swung and the supple leather tongue of the riding crop bit into the rounded globe of my ass, making me hiss at the sting. His hand was there, rubbing gently across the red mark, soothing it, before it was gone and the crop was back, stinging the other cheek this time.

  Each strike was immediately smoothed, the same as he always did when he’d spanked me with his hand. I loved it when he did that and this…well, this was like a velvet-edged sword, piercing my skin with sweet, sharp, stinging heat that dragged me deeper into subliminal bliss with every stroke. After five swats, each delivered perfunctorily to a new location each time, my ass was striped with small, quickly fading welts and I was wiggling uncontrollably, seeking relief from the aching pressure building and building in me.

  Brandon stared down at his artwork, his eyes darkening even more, his jutting length twitching at the sight. “I don’t have the patience tonight to work you here,” he said, softly, reaching out with his hand to press the pad of his thumb against the puckered hole peeking out from between my flushed rear cheeks.

  I cried out at the feel of his hand on me, didn’t matter where it was. My body was so tight, craving his touch so desperately it felt like my skin would split open without relief, and soon. He soothed me with gentle words and tender touches, stroking down the backs of my thighs with his fingers just seconds before I was bathed with his hot breath and then his mouth was there.

  His hands moved to spread me open wider as his plunged his tongue into my slit from behind, lapping at my juices, sliding through the wet folds until he sucked the tiny pearl of my clit into his mouth, suckling with strong pulls that sent me crashing over the edge, straight into screaming, white hot, spine-tingling euphoria.

  My hips bucked and
twisted, riding out the waves of my release, but it never quite faded. It started building again almost immediately because Brandon was relentless with his mouth on my sex. He sucked at my clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nubbin until I was almost mindless before he licked into my entrance again, fucking me with his tongue until I came once more, shuddering and gasping as he lapped away every drop of warm honey that flooded my core.

  There was no time for me to catch my breath, either, as he wrenched his mouth away, put one hand on the small of my back, dug his fingers in, and then slammed home, filling me with one hard, fluid movement. He was seated fully inside my wet, clenching heat, the swollen thickness of him stretching me almost painfully.

  “So tight…” he muttered, slipping out of me a little before sliding back inside. He did this several times, small, smooth thrusts that lessened the discomfort but built the ache returning full force between my thighs.

  He pulled out almost all the way and I felt him shift a little before I felt liquid trickle over the puckered flesh he’d pressed his thumb against earlier. “I lied a little,” he said breathlessly as he placed the tip of the vibrator against that entrance, “I don’t have the patience for you to take me, but you can take this.”

  I arched into him, pushing the tip of the vibrating toy just a bit deeper into the tight ring of muscle. “That’s it, baby,” he moaned as he watched it disappear into my body, leaving only the thicker, knobby handle of it nestled between my cheeks. The pulsing of it sent waves of pleasure through me that shot sky high when Brandon started thrusting inside me again, his pelvis rocking the vibrator with every movement.

  It was double nirvana until his hand slid over my hip and his fingers circled my clit, thereby taking it to a triple threat, a trifecta of ecstasy that brought me, screaming, lost in the throes of an orgasm so explosive that I lost my breath, my body spasming uncontrollably as wave after wave of unbridled rapture washed over me.