Putting the conversation back on a G-rated level, he reassured Eli. “I also wouldn’t mind another son as smart and good looking as you.”
He thought about it for a minute, lips puckered and brows knitted together. Then he shrugged, “I guess a brother would be okay. I’m done. Can we go swim some more?”
“Sorry, bud, but I have a bit of work to do in my studio. Do you want to come see?
“Awesome.” He got up and started tearing away, but Shannon reminded him of his manners.
“Eli, ask to be excused and clear your plate please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said grumbling under his breath but doing what he was told.
While he carried his plate into the kitchen, Gid said, “He is a riot, Shannon. It’s all I can do to keep from laughing at every word.”
“I know. Although he wants to follow in your footsteps as a musician, if that doesn’t work out, I think he may have a career in comedy.”
“For sure!”
Following dinner, Gid helped with cleanup, which pleased Shannon to no end. They worked in companionable silence, washing dishes and putting everything away, occasionally brushing against each other, and Shannon felt very domestic. When they were finished, Gid announced that work could wait and instead challenged them both to a ping pong tournament. Eli was duly impressed by his Dad’s “wicked” serve and “sick” backhand. Shannon came in last, having taken a shellacking from both of them. Afterward, Eli was allowed his 30 minutes of school night video games and settled down to some kind of cartoonish racing game. Shannon walked to the rack of pool cues on the wall and selected two.
“Hmm… If I remember correctly, you were quite the shark, babe.”
“I might stink with a ping pong paddle, but I’m decent with a cue.” She handed him a cue stick and gave him a quick kiss on the jaw. “Want to make it interesting?”
“A bet?” He grinned down at her, pulling her hips against his. “What did you have in mind?”
Peeking over his shoulder at Eli, she saw he was absorbed in his game and felt safe to whisper her naughty bet. Sliding her hand up his chest, she caressed the muscles under his t-shirt before angling her face up to his. “If I win, I get to be in charge tonight. I have a few things I’d like to explore.” Her face flamed at her own daring, but she had dreamed of having Gideon naked and open to her hands and mouth, and she wanted to make some of those naughty imaginings come true.
“And if I win, what do I get?”
“You get to have your way with me, of course.”
“I get that anyway, love,” he laughed. Dipping his head to kiss her neck, he whispered softly against her ear. “I know. If I win, I get to have my way with you, except with a twist. I want you tied, anyway I want you, helpless and naked in my big, four poster bed.”
She sucked in her breath as a shockwave shot down her spine, peaking her nipples and ending with a jolt directly on her clit. She sighed, leaning against him as a residual tremor vibrated through her body.
“Ah yes, my baby likes that idea. I guess if I win, we both win. You can let me win if you want. My feelings won’t be hurt.” He captured her parted lips, his tongue dipping inside to taste her deeply. When he lifted his head, he agreed. “So, it’s a bet. Rack ‘em up.”
They played nine ball and Shannon was out to win. While she was intent on pool, Gideon was bent on playing another game altogether. She knew that his satisfaction would come whether he won or lost. Having her bound and at his mercy or having her devoting all of her attention on him while naked in their bed—well, neither would be a hardship on him. Either way was a decisive victory for him.
As she moved around the table, lining up shots, Gideon became the shark as he made it his first order of business to distract her. Shannon wasn’t sure if he was doing it for fun or because he really wanted to win a bondage session with her. Either way, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Each time she bent to take a shot, his hand found her ass, cupping and caressing the still tender globes with his large hands. She caught on quickly to that tactic, making sure she was out of reach, making impressive bank shots when necessary. The big cheat wouldn’t be thwarted, however, taking every opportunity to rub against her as he moved around the table, pressing his rising erection against her when he could, grazing against her front at other times. At one point, he popped another button on her blouse and dipped a finger in her bra to rub an already aching nipple—the whole while keeping an eye on Eli to make sure he wasn’t witness to his parents’ erotic play.
It came down to the final shot. If Shannon sank it, she won the bet.
“Alright, you big cheat; you stay on that side of the table.”
Holding up his hands in surrender, he grinned at her. “I’ll be good, honey. I promise to stay clear over here and out of your way.”
She could tell he wasn’t through with his antics and kept him in her sights as she carefully eyed her shot, lining it up. A gentle tap would have the game won and Gideon beneath her for the evening. She concentrated on her shot as she chalked her cue. As she bent over and was ready to take the shot, Gid leaned against the table. His crotch lined up over the pocket where she planned to sink the 9 ball. His erection was obvious, bulging against the front of his jeans. Trying to ignore him, she licked her lips. Her eyes flickered to Eli who was still playing his game, clueless that the innocent game of pool going on behind him had descended into an exhibition of naughtiness.
As she stroked the cue to take the shot, Gid—the rat bastard—rose up a fraction so that his rampant hard-on lay at the top of the rail right above her pocket. Distracted, she missed her shot.
“Tsk tsk tsk, baby. Pool is a game of concentration. You have to learn how to tune out everything around you. My turn.”
She gave him an exaggerated glare, teasingly calling him all manners of a cheater, shyster, and swindler. Although she wanted to beat him, she’d already decided it was better for him to win. The thought of his ropes against her skin, holding her still and open for his playful attention, was too tempting to resist and made her gush in her already wet panties.
Gideon walked around her, his hand patting her bottom, slipping under her skirt to tease the edge of her panties with his fingertips. He then moved her gently aside and made the shot.
“No fair, that’s the only ball you sank the entire game.”
“My balls are the only ones that count, baby doll. You should know that.”
“Gid, you said that really loud.”
“He’s in the zone.” To prove it, he raised his voice, asking Eli if he’d like to have a bowl of ice cream, which was his favorite nighttime treat. There was no response. “See? He’s sucked into his game.” Taking her cue, he returned both sticks to the rack on the wall.
“I’m going to call Betsy and get everything settled. You get Eli to bed and meet me in the bedroom.” He bent his head and gave the rest of his orders. “Be naked and ready to have your world rocked, sweet Shannon.”
Chapter Eleven
He had to dig through several boxes in the garage before he found his stash of rope. Never used, he’d bought it to play with one of the rather adventurous women he’d dated several years ago. It had brought back too many memories of Shannon and he hadn’t been able to go through with it. As he pulled out the 25 foot skein of purple nylon rope, he laughed shortly. No wonder it’d been a failure, he’d even bought her favorite color. He’d been such a wreck without her. Tucking it into a duffel bag, he dropped in the new pair of safety scissors he’d bought with it and headed upstairs.
Shannon was waiting on the bed, naked as instructed but looking nervous. Despite her naughty wager earlier, she was acting a bit shy, and she flushed when he walked in with the duffel bag.
“What do you have there?”
“Just the tools I’ll need to collect my winnings.” Approaching the bed, he set the bag down and crouched in front of her. “Are you okay with this, Shannon?” He saw the uncertainty in her eyes and wanted to make sure she wa
s willing and although edgy, aroused as well.
“Yes, Gid. It’s just been a while.”
“You always enjoyed when we played. Has that changed?”
“No,” she said hesitantly, “it just makes me feel vulnerable and…”
“What?” He slid his hand along her cheek, before wrapping it around her neck. “Don’t you trust me to keep you safe?”
Nodding, she closed her eyes, a slight flush still painting her cheeks. She was beautiful, and even at the age of thirty-three, refreshingly susceptible to wearing her emotions on her very expressive face.
“Look at me, Shannon. We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” He meant it. Although he’d love to have her bound in his ropes, helpless and laid bare to his possession, it had always been fun and playful. And when they’d incorporated D/s role play, it had been hotter than hell. But he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he did, playing at their leisure. She had to come willingly, not coerced by a bet. When she didn’t answer, he decided to let her off the hook. “It’s too soon. We’ll wait. We have our whole lives ahead us.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m just being silly. I’ve replayed our rope scenes in my head over the years. It was always hot and I want to do it again, Gid. But…”
“Tell me what’s scaring you, Shannon.”
“I’m not the skinny 23-year-old I was when we did this before. Eli changed me…”
“Oh honey, is that it? You are beautiful beyond words. Since Eli you are more womanly, which I find very sexy.”
Taking a hand, he pulled her to the full length mirror in the corner. Standing behind her, he made her face the vision in the mirror to see what he saw. He whispered, “Look at yourself. Your breasts are full and round, and your hips and ass are deliciously curvy.” He slid his hands over each part as he spoke. “But your belly is as flat as can be, your arms are toned, and you’ve got gorgeous legs that when I look at them, I can only imagine them wrapped around me, pulling me close.”
“My butt is big and my belly has a pooch.”
“Your ass is perfect and what pooch? I don’t see any pooch.” His hand slid down her flat belly and over her smooth as silk mound to dive between her thighs. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Promise?”
“I swear.” Pulling her around to face him, he looked at her backside in the mirror. Gripping her bottom firmly in his hands, he squeezed. “This ass is mouthwatering and the view from this side is just as good as the front. We’ll work on these self-esteem issues together. I don’t remember that being a problem before, but I can help you fix that.”
“You are so good for me, Gid. Tie me up?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice, c’mon.” He took her by the hand and led her back to their bed. He pulled out the purple rope. “Give me your wrists.”
He cut a length and doubled it, starting with a lark’s head loop around her wrists. He then wrapped them several times, cinching them together securely, but not tightly, ending it with a quick release square knot. Once finished, he bent and lifted her, setting her down in the middle of their king sized bed.
“Hands above your head.”
When she complied, he tied the remaining length to the headboard.
Cupping her cheek, he gazed deeply into her eyes. “You’re under my control now, baby. How does that make you feel?”
“It’s incredible. Always, when you’ve tied me… it’s hard to put into words.”
“Try. I want to know how it makes you feel.”
“I guess I like the way it makes me feel ultra-submissive and under your control. I like the way I am helpless before you, yours to do with as you like. It’s thrilling because you always make it different, Gid. I never know what to expect. I love how your ropes hold me tight, just like your hands or arms around me, almost like they are an extension of you. They caress my skin, and sometimes, when you wrap them around my body, they feel like a big hug, making me feel cherished and safe. Is that weird?”
He leaned back, looking at her with a new appreciation for her depth of feeling. “No, baby, that’s not weird. I am in awe of your insight and self-awareness. I always thought this was fun sex play for you, but I see that you really need this, don’t you? Just as I need to be in charge, to dominate and control. It fulfills a need in me, like your need to submit realizes that need in you.”
“It satisfies that need only because I trust you to take care of me, Gid.”
“That trust humbles me, Shannon. I love you so much.” He swooped down and captured her lips.
When he came up for air she admitted, “I’ve fantasized about being with you again for years, Gid. I missed being with you every single day.”
“Me too, Shannon. I dreamed of holding you in my arms, but I fantasized about having you like this again—bound and helpless.” He reached for more rope and began wrapping her thighs, just above her knee, before tying each one to the tall posts at the head of the bed. When he was finished, she was completely immobilized. Her legs splayed wide, exposing every inch of her cleft, from her swollen clit that begged for his attention to her pink bottom pucker that twitched eagerly beneath his gaze.
His hands glided over her skin. “I’ve dreamed of teasing you all over with my fingers and tongue, caressing and licking and tasting every square inch of your skin until you’re drunk with sensation. Then, and only then, when you think you can’t stand anymore, I’m going to start all over again. Shall I tell you more, or are you ready for a demonstration?”
“Demonstration, please. Just touch me, before I go insane.”
“Ah, sweet baby, it’s much too soon for that.” He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips, then began to move over her. His mouth capturing a peaked nipple, while his hand rolled, pinched, and tugged at the other. He played with her endlessly, giving equal attention to each succulent breast until Shannon was begging for release, the only action the ropes would allow.
Finally, he moved away from her addictive breasts, gliding his lips down her belly to her smooth, denuded pussy, which was already spread wide from her bound position. He zoned in on her glistening clit, amazed at her unbelievable wetness before he had even touched her most sensitive area.
“You get hotter and wetter than ever when tied, honey.”
“Gid, please, I can’t stand it.”
“Come then, babe. I didn’t say you couldn’t. I want to see how many times I can take you to heaven. Maybe we’ll set a record.”
“But that would mean four times. I couldn’t bear it.”
“Do you have a choice here, baby doll?”
“No, but—”
“Uh-uh. No buts, unless you count this sexy one right here.” His hands moved lower, caressing her spread globes, his fingers gliding along the cleft and teasing her bottom hole. He circled her tight pucker with his forefinger, penetrating with his fingertip. She sucked in her breath as her pussy gushed with her creamy essence, her tantalizing scent tormented him. “Who’s in charge of this little scene, Shannon?”
“You are, but—”
He slid his finger deeper, up to the next knuckle and felt her muscles grip him tightly. The thought of those muscles gripping his cock had him stifling a groan. He wanted to plunge into her—now—but it was too soon. “There’s that naughty word again, Shannon. At this rate I’ll be fully inside this wondrously tight hole before your clit and pussy get any attention.”
He watched as she rocked her hips, trying to get some relief.
“More, Gid, I need—”
Her sweet voice begging him for release was agonizing. It was all he could do to keep from driving into her oh-so-tempting pussy. If he couldn’t fuck her yet, he could certainly taste her. He eagerly leaned in and captured her clit, drawing it into his mouth and nipping the bud gently with his teeth. Her guttural groan echoed through the room as she arched into her first stunning climax.
He lapped more gently as she rode out her orgasm, panting for air, her abdominal muscles convulsing in concert with t
he tight vice-like grip her ass had on his finger. But he wanted more. He went back to tormenting her clit as he slid his finger in all the way to the third knuckle. She groaned again, grunting as her body was swamped with the sensations he was creating.
“That was one.”
“No! You can’t—I don’t…”
He reached up with his free hand and tweaked a nipple. Without losing contact with her clit, he began a steady glide in and out of her bottom hole with his broad finger.
“Gid, please.”
“Give me number two, Shannon.” The vibration of his lips against her clit set her off again and she screamed.
“That’s my girl.” He continued stimulating her pussy, ass and nipples. One climax bled into another as he inserted a second finger into her bottom, stretching her wider.
“That’s three.”
He gave her clit one more slow lap, tasting her creamy sweetness before he rose, moving over her to plunge deep inside her pussy. Her slick channel enveloped him, gripping him as it continued to spasm from her most recent release.
As he pumped into her, he was beyond control. All his self-discipline had been wiped away by her passionate, uninhibited response. “Come again for me, Shannon. I know you’re not done yet.”
Propping himself on his braced forearms, he surged into her over and over, bottoming out in her creamy depths. “Are you ready for another?”
“No, Gid, I can’t.”
“Who’s in control here, Shannon?”
“You are, sir.”
“That’s right, and I say we’re not done yet.”
Supporting himself on one arm, he used his thumb to stimulate her clit as he drove into her.
“Come for me again, sweet baby. I need to feel you shatter around me.” Before the words had left his mouth, she convulsed around him. His voice was a raspy growl as he spoke his encouragement. “That’s my good girl. Come all over me.”
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