“As I see it, we are going about it the wrong way,” he stated.
She tensed and, frowning, leaned back to look at him more fully. “What do you mean?” she asked tentatively.
“Didn’t that scene finish with the hero telling the girl to tie him to the bed or chair or something, despite him being a seriously dominant Dom, and then she went down on him from above so the control and depth of how much she took of him was totally in her hands, so to speak?” He chuckled.
Jessie mused. “Hmm, I think you’re right.”
“What do you think, shall we give it a try? I don’t want to push you if you really don’t want to do it, but considering how brave you’ve been during our other forays, I’m not going to let this one go just yet. Besides which, I really liked the feel of your mouth on me.”
She chuckled softly at his comment. “As much as I’d love to tie you up, what happens if I still can’t go through with it?” She was prepared to try again but needed reassurance.
“You can take as little of me into your mouth as you wish, stop when you wish. When you’ve had enough, bring me off in your hand. See, no big deal.” He raised a hand to smooth her hair calmingly, palming her cheek. “I’m sorry I caused you to panic. I was being rough.”
It was Jessie’s turn to reach up to him and stroke his face. He was so caring. She smiled. She couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else—nor had any desire to, actually. Leaving that thought for another time, she replied, “You’re on. Where would you like to be tied?”
Sam grinned. “I recognize that glint in your eye. How about in that chair?” He gestured at the wooden chair by her dressing table.
“Excellent!” She was gleaming with excitement at the thought of tying Sam up.
“Come on then, show me you’re a better Girl Guide than I was a Scout.” He slid her off his lap as he stood and moved to the other chair.
She giggled and went to her dresser to pull out some stockings to use. After Sam settled in the chair, she used one stocking to bind his wrists around the back of the chair then pondered how else he needed to be restrained. Patting his thighs further apart, she decided to tie an ankle to each front leg of the chair, giving her access between his thighs.
Jessie stood and then walked around the chair slowly, sensuously trailing a hand up his arms and across his shoulders as she went. He was broader in the shoulder than she thought, but then she realized she shouldn’t be surprised, as she had noted several times during their sexual activities that he was fitter than she thought. She smiled to herself. She still had a tendency to think of him as her sci-fi geek of a friend when actually he was much more. Bringing her thoughts back to the task at hand, she tugged experimentally at his bonds, making appreciative noises.
He grinned. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this, although I’m not sure how often I can let you be in charge. I’ve gotten used to being the dominant player in our relationship.”
Jessie laughed and then knelt between his thighs, her hands resting lightly on his knees. Her head dipped as she worked her way from his knees down to his feet, caressing, kissing, and licking him.
He jerked when she reached his feet. She paused a moment then went back to stroking his ankle. “Okay that’s it. Klingon,” he suddenly cried.
“What’s wrong?” she queried, sitting back. Was he getting cold feet being tied up, or had she done something terribly wrong? A pang went through her.
“Um, I have ticklish feet and don’t like them being touched,” he admitted ruefully.
She chuckled. “You nut! Can I continue if I avoid your feet?” She continued her exploration at his jerky nod, caressing his legs from calves up his thighs to his hip.
She looked at him to see if he was enjoying it. He smiled broadly and nodded his head down toward his cock, indicating he was ready for her to get to the main act. He was more than ready, in fact, judging by his erection.
Taking a deep breath, she reached out with her hand to grasp him gently, running her hand up his cock to the head. He bucked, startling her.
“Sorry, sweetheart, couldn’t help it. That’s good. Don’t stop,” he requested.
“Oh.” She laughed. “Your wish is my command.” She continued to rub his cock with one hand, bringing the other up to fondle his balls.
“As much as I like what you’re doing, will you please get on to sucking soon? I’m going to come if you don’t.” Jessie bent her head as instructed, licking the pre-cum dribbling out the end then running her tongue in the crease at the tip.
She giggled as Sam groaned. She was quite okay at this stage. In fact she was enjoying herself immensely. Suddenly deciding to be brave, she took him in her mouth. Actually, she took quite a bit of him in her mouth, surprising herself, and proceeded to suck.
“That’s it. Oh, it’s like your mouth is made for me.”
A moment later, she had to pull back when she started to panic but then felt calmer with less of him in her mouth.
“Easy, my sweet,” cried Sam. “I’d rather you do what you can.”
She looked up at him and saw him watching her intently. She grinned around his cock.
He winked back. He looked relieved that she was okay. Jessie then felt him gripped by a rippling sensation, and he gritted his teeth. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come soon.”
She suddenly let go of his cock. “Really? Already! I’ve only just started.”
“Ah, for God’s sake, don’t stop. You don’t realize how wonderful your mouth is on my cock.” He groaned.
“Oh!” She blushed at his compliment and went back to sucking him, stronger this time.
“However, if you don’t want to swallow my cum,” he added urgently, “you will need to get a towel or something.”
A few moments later he came, quicker than she expected. Jessie swallowed some of his cum as she grabbed his discarded shirt for the rest, coughing a little as he finished spurting into the shirt.
“God, that was so good.” His breathing slowing, he tried to move but came up short, clearly forgetting he was tied. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
She nodded. “Yup. Tastes awful though!”
He laughed at her response. “You’ll get used to it. I’m told it’s an acquired taste.”
Jessie jerked her head up. “You’re told…by whom, may I ask?” she asked pertly. She didn’t like the idea of someone else tasting him and pondered where that thought came from. She clearly wanted to continue this relationship and wondered if he did. She hoped he did.
“I’ve read it,” he said lamely. He pulled on his bindings to indicate he wanted out. She laughed, knowing he couldn’t get free. She had well and truly tied him.
“Oh, you have, have you?” She laughed as she untied him.
As soon as she finished she was pulled onto his lap. She squealed at this unexpected action.
Sam kissed her, then lifted his face, licking his lips. She saw him tasting himself from her. “Hmm, personally, I think it’s okay,” he teased then grabbed her arms before she could retaliate. He then lifted her onto the bed. “I want to taste you now.”
Chapter Nine
Jessie couldn’t understand how it happened. One day they had been discussing books depicting sex in public—and she distinctly remembered being adamant that, while she found it extremely erotic to read about people having sex in public, there was no way on earth she would partake in that particular activity.
Then the next day she was sitting with Sam in a restaurant, feeling relaxed, sipping coffee, having finished a lovely meal, and she could feel his hand going up her skirt under the table as he sat by her side.
“What are you doing?” she whispered at him in worry, peering furtively around the room to see if anyone was watching.
When he had invited her out, she naively thought he just wanted to take her out for a meal. They had been out for meals before, but it was usually for a burger or something like that. This was the first time he had invited her to a really nice restaurant, a
nd so she had taken her time getting ready.
She had gone as far to buy a new outfit, going for a sultry, dark red dress instead of her usual green, with a hemline just above the knee instead of midcalf. The neckline was still high, but it was sleeveless and tight fitting, showing off her breasts well. This sort of a dress was usually outside her comfort zone. Her hair was tumbling over her shoulders instead of being tied back. In fact, it was more common for her to wear her hair down these days. She particularly enjoyed the look on Sam’s face when he first saw her in this new outfit.
He looked around the room, too, but his glances were bold and open unlike hers. “No one is watching,” he said quietly, turning back to Jessie as he rested his other arm negligently over the back of her chair. “As to what we are doing, we are recreating the last book we read, like we have done with all other book readings. Well, not the sci-fi ones because that would be downright impossible!” He chuckled.
Jessie frowned. She was having problems concentrating whilst his fingers were caressing her tingling thigh. He had become very good at knowing her acute arousal spots. She unconsciously opened her thighs wider. “Which one in particular are we recreating? I seem to recall several we discussed that involved sex in public, and I am telling you now I am not jumping on the table and opening my thighs for you to suck me while all the other guests watch,” she finished, her voice being louder than she intended.
He laughed quite loudly, causing some nearby customers to glance in their direction. He smiled at them politely then leaned in and stated softly, “The way I see it, or in this case, the way I feel it, your thighs are already open.”
“Hmm,” was the annoyed retort. That was about all she could say, and even that changed to an “umm” as he reached her panties. Her legs were bare as it was a hot evening, so he had unrestricted access. He started caressing her silk-covered pussy with his thumb—silk, as she had given up her old-fashioned cotton panties altogether since they started reading erotic books together.
She suddenly grabbed hold of the tablecloth, causing a glass to wobble. She ignored it. Her mind was on other things. A huge part of her wanted to push his hand away. The other half equally wanted him to continue.
“Sam, you are going to have to stop,” she cried out desperately, as quietly as she could. But she didn’t do anything physically to stop him and instead took in some deep breaths.
“Coward, coward, pants on fire,” was his mocking response as he stroked her hair down her back. She could feel his fingers threading through the thick strands as his other hand continued its exploration between her thighs.
Jessie regained some sensibility, frowning at his bizarre comment. “What? You nut, that’s supposed to be liar, liar, pants on fire,” she giggled.
Sam shrugged and grinned. “My way fits the occasion better.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips and went back to his caressing. This time his thumb worked its way under the panty elastic, toying around her clit but not touching it, stroking through her curls.
“Sooo, remind me which book we are recreating because… ohhh…for the life of me I can’t think—” She finished on a rush, her hands moist as they crumpled the tablecloth.
“It’s set around New Year’s festivities. Yes, I know it’s not the New Year,” he forestalled her. “Stop being so literal.” She poked her tongue out at him. He ignored her. She then hissed as his thumb reached her clit. “And this is the bit where the a guy takes a girl he’s really keen on to a New Year’s dinner during which he fingers her under the table. However, I am taking it a step further because he didn’t bring her to climax—at least not while they were in the restaurant.”
She responded in a higher-pitched voice than normal. “Oh God, Sam, you’re not going to do that?” But he was indeed doing just that, his thumb pressing hard on her clit in a circular motion while his fingers had worked their way inside her panties, parting her labia.
“You can always say your safe word, but I hope you won’t,” he whispered.
Jessie was trembling violently and biting her bottom lip, partly in a subconscious reaction to keep from moaning out loud. It was also because she didn’t want to say her safe word. She could be really stubborn sometimes. Her hands dug into the tablecloth. She’d almost given up wondering if the other customers guessed what they were doing. It didn’t matter if her face was flushed.
“Don’t worry,” he stated softly as he correctly guessed some of her worries. “I’ve deliberately placed your seat so that you are out of view of most of the other guests. It’s enough for me that you are allowing me to do this in public, but I don’t want the other people to really be aware of what we were doing.”
She was grateful and finally she came with a strangled moan, and an elderly man on the next table did turn around and look at her with a strange expression on his face, somewhere between annoyance and amusement. Startled at their neighbor’s direct stare as she opened her eyes, Jessie caught her breath in her throat, which caused a coughing fit.
Sam started banging her on the back as he removed his other hand from under her skirt smoothing her dress back down. “Are you all right, darling?” he asked in a loud false voice. “I thought your cold was getting better.”
“Yes, darling, I’m perfectly okay.” She glared back at him, having gained some degree of normality. Sam gave her a butter wouldn’t melt look. Right, she thought, narrowing her eyes in determination, licking her lips in anticipation, two can play this game, and proceeded to place her hand on his thigh very close to his cock, squeezing firmly. She grinned evilly when he jumped at her touch.
“You wouldn’t?” he questioned quietly and put his hand on top of hers to hold it still.
“Fair’s fair, darling,” she responded softly in a sexy voice she had never used before. She swatted his hand away, and turning toward him, she started stroking his cock through his trousers then gave a playful smile. It was his turn to open his thighs wider. His breathing appeared to be getting shallower as she caressed his inner thigh. While not taking her eyes from his, she then stroked back up to his cock. She could feel it was already fairly hard from watching her reactions to what he did to her earlier.
A commotion came from the restaurant. Intent on what they were doing, Jessie looked around slightly guiltily. A band that had been playing earlier had come back after a break. “Oh wonderful, I am in the mood for dancing,” cried Jessie, gleefully. She stood, pulling on Sam’s reluctant arm. “Oh don’t tell me you can’t dance?”
“I hate dancing, and you know that full well. And in any case, I am not dancing in this condition,” he hissed through gritted teeth. The elderly man clearly overheard as he chuckled, shaking his head at their antics.
Jessie leant over to whisper in Sam’s ear. “Oh, yes you are, lover. Just stay close.” And she gave a huge push which propelled him out of his chair. He grabbed her quickly around the waist, his front to her back as they walked toward the dance floor, then deftly turned her and plastered her to his body without showing his bulging front at all.
He smiled down at her. “You are an evil witch that I have created, and I am so going to punish you for this.”
“Promises, promises…” Jessie leaned into his body and relaxed, enjoying the gentle sway of their bodies going side to side. She was enjoying flirting. This was a side of herself she didn’t know she had, and thankfully, although her panties were damp from her earlier climax, it didn’t show.
Sam bent his head forward, snuffling her hair. “God, your hair smells wonderful—of roses.” He then moved down to nibble her neck. She tilted her head to give him access. “Is that good?” he asked. She hummed her response. He continued his journey up her neck, kissing her jaw, the corner of her lips, her cheek.
Jessie’s heart was beating faster. She had entirely forgotten for the moment they were on public scrutiny in the middle of the room. Then she came to her senses, and a quick peek around them showed her they were surrounded by other dancing couples only involved
in themselves, so she relaxed again, closing her eyes while enjoying the sensuous trail of his lips.
Her relaxation didn’t last long, as Sam chose that moment to put his tongue in her ear. “Uhh, no!” She pulled away.
They stopped in the middle of the room. “What’s wrong?”
Jessie moved sinuously back into his arms, determined not to make a fuss, ignoring the odd looks from those around them. “Sorry, my love, that was nearly a Romulan moment.”
Sam clasped her around the waist again and pulled her close, whispering, “What, you were fine when I finger-fucked you under the table, but you don’t like me sticking my tongue in your ear?” She leaned back and gave him an expression of whatever made you think I would? He chuckled.
As Jessie snuggled into his arms again, Sam said, “You realize you’ve called me by several endearments tonight. Admittedly, some of them you’ve made as a sarcastic retort.”
“Hmm, so I did.” That was all she was prepared to say but silently wondered how he felt about her saying them. The fact that he mentioned it seemed to indicate he liked it.
He grinned at her idiotically. She saw this change to a grimace as he shifted uncomfortably. She giggled at his attempts to surreptitiously reach down to ease himself into a more comfortable position in his trousers.
Jessie never got to fulfill her revenge that night and make Sam come in public, but she did enjoy his efforts to hide his obvious bulge, which never abated and was clearly causing him some considerable discomfort. Of course it didn’t help when she moved her thigh deliberately between his as they danced, making sure she bumped against his cock from time to time whilst stroking the back of his neck tenderly with her hand.
When Sam leaned his head to her ear again, she tensed, thinking he was going back to where he left off before. Instead, she gave a throaty chuckle when he whispered firmly that they were going to have to leave the restaurant that instant or he was going to provide the people in the restaurant—staff and customers alike—a show they had not been expecting.
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