"Good," she breathed. "I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh, you did that, April. The sight of you took my breath away," he assured her. He leaned in to lightly kiss a path over the bare skin between the bottom of the corset, and the panties, teasing lightly with his tongue until she began to moan and whimper, wordlessly begging for more. And he was only too happy to give her what she wanted, eventually.
First, though, he had other ideas, and the endless dream gave him plenty of time to enact them and every reason in the world to drag things out slowly. They both knew that orgasms were likely to wake her up and thrust her back into the real world, so he was not of a mind to rush her to that point. He turned her over on her stomach and rolled the nearly see-through lace panties down to her thighs. The garter straps caught them there, making a nice frame for her ass, and he made a low rumbling sound as his hand coasted over the rounded flesh.
He began to spank, light slaps that gradually built up a gentle warmth without causing much pain at first. But slowly, as she pinkened, he let his hand crack down harder against the quivering cheeks, sending ripples across her skin with each slap and leaving a stinging sensation in their wake that caused her to squeak and rock forward with each one. They weren't painful enough that she was trying to get away from them; it was more that her body was adapting to the burn by moving with the motion.
Her skin reddened quickly and seemed almost to glow in the flickering light from the gas lamps on the wall. Every time it seemed just on the edge of being too much sting, he would stop and rub the tingling flesh with his broad hand, and she would press back against the caress with a groan of pure pleasure. There was something about the roughness of his palm on skin that was sensitized that made her melt, and when he began to scrape his nails across her skin, he got an even better reaction.
The spanking shortly turned into another kind of play, when his finger moved between her thighs to find her wet and hungry for his attention. He slid one long finger inside of her, stroking it in and out, and her body quickly found the rhythm to match with small rocking motions. He stared at her writhing form with a hunger that went beyond sex. His shaft hardened and pressed against the front of his trousers painfully as his fingers worked their magic, bringing her to the heights of pleasure quickly and then stopping when she was right on the brink of orgasm.
"Not just yet, I think," he said with a soft chuckle and withdrew his fingers.
As long as the cameras were in the house, he knew she would never feel completely comfortable with his attentions outside of the bathing room, which he found a barely acceptable compromise. There was little comfort to be found in there, outside of soaking in a tub, and he much preferred the softness of a bed for his pleasure, even if it was only in a dream. In his incorporeal state, there was little difference between the waking world and that of dreams, at any rate.
April, however, would wake the moment she came upon her pleasure, and he was in no rush for that to happen. He rolled off the bed, eyes still watching her intently as he stripped off and discarded his clothing, taking his time and reveling in the way she admired his body.
"If I could see that look on your face always, I would be content for eternity," he said.
His eyes sparkled like sapphires in the lamp light as he climbed back onto the bed. His erection, long and hard, drew her eyes and she licked her tongue over her bottom lip.
"You're beautiful, too," she said, and then flushed as he laughed at her choice of words. "Well, you are,” she said defensively.
"Not half so beautiful as you, my lovely lady," he said sincerely.
He settled on his back, half sitting with pillows propping him up as he pulled her over to straddle his hips. Her panties, still turned down to mid-thigh, hindered this, and to her surprise, he pulled them back up into place and then seated her so the crotch of the panties was pressed against his erect shaft. She wiggled a little to get comfortable, rubbing the slick satin firmly across the length of him. He groaned and shifted his hips, and she grinned, pleased that she'd made him respond.
His eyes shut as he moved underneath her, thrusting up to stroke himself against the damp heat of her womanhood, separated by just a thin scrap of material. She found the sensation of him thrusting against her panties unexpectedly erotic, and she encouraged it by pressing down and rolling her hips to meet his movements as she rode his body. It was sexual and arousing, but the barrier soon grew to frustrate them both.
She spread her legs a little wider, and the fabric shifted between her plump and swollen lower lips, providing an exquisite pleasure/pain as the wet satin slid across her clit. It cut into her most tender flesh in a way that was bordering on painful, but it also gave her the friction she needed to build towards her orgasm. The rocking of her hips sped up as she got closer, and her movements made his hard and needy cock jump and twitch in response. A glistening sticky fluid had begun to seep from the head of his shaft, and he groaned, head falling back, eyes shutting.
John, at first, was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to realize how close she was to orgasm, but when she exhaled a long low moan, it caught his attention, and he opened his eyes to look at her quickly.
Snapping, "Oh, no you don't!" he reached behind and delivered a thunderous crack across her ass, startling a yelp out of her.
The sudden searing pain caused her to jerk to a stop, falling forward and catching herself with both hands braced on his chest.
She started to protest, but the words disappeared when he settled his hands on her hips and lifted her; moving her a little bit, one hand slid down between her thighs. His finger slipped under the edge of her panties, and he tugged down and slid them to the side to expose her soaked folds. He cupped her there, a possessive grip, as he stared into her eyes.
"Don't let yourself peak until I do, or I'll punish you, and not in a dream," he warned her.
She wasn't sure what he meant at first, and then she realized he was telling her not to come before he did. That made sense, because once she did, the fun was over and that would leave him wanting. She nodded, mouth too dry to speak as he flicked his finger against her swollen bud, causing a shudder to roll over her body. She was so close to that edge that she had to fight not to rub herself against his hand. If she did, she wouldn't last long at all, and his threat, oddly, hadn't helped at all. If anything, it had stimulated her even more. She felt her fluids trickling over his hand and her inner thighs in response.
He must have known how close she was because he pulled his hand away and a second later he was guiding his length between her thighs, pressing at her opening, and then with a satisfying push, he was working his way inside. She was deliciously stretched by the size of him, and he had to fight for every inch. New to sex altogether, being on top was a whole different ball game, but she knew right away she was going to like it. The way she was positioned over him allowed her to flex her muscles and control his penetration and the speed with which he sank into her heat.
She was so tight and she made him work for it, thrusting and rolling his hips upwards as his hands at her sides pulled her down against him until finally, with a loud groan, he managed to seat himself fully inside of her body. She caught her breath, head tipping back as a cry of hedonistic pleasure burst from her. She braced her arms behind her, hands resting on his legs, and she stayed just like that, back arched and her hair spilling down to tickle him. She fought to keep her body still until she slowly eased back from the edge of orgasm and then she straightened and let her hands come to rest on her thighs.
Drawing in a breath between clenched teeth, she moaned as she shifted position and began to rock her hips in a smooth rolling motion. It took her some time to get the hang of the movements, to find the right angle for her body so that he could stroke into her without sending her flying apart with pleasure and the right pace to catch him up with where her body already was. He guided her with his hands on her hips, encouraging her to move up and down his length.
She took things slowly at
first, rising just a couple of inches and settling back down with her ass pressed against the front of his thighs, but she slowly began to feel the rhythm, and their bodies were soon moving as one. As her confidence built, she took on more of the work of setting the pace, and as she began to move faster, she found a certain exhilaration at letting herself indulge in the animalistic frenzy. Her skin slapping against his as she slid almost completely off his cock and then slammed her body back down to meet his rising hips. The way he thrust into her, filling her so fully that he hit the end of her cervix. The deep thrusts burned; there was some pain, but there was also pleasure and satisfaction as he plowed into her womb.
She fought to keep the pace steady while holding her orgasm in check. A lot of women, she knew, didn't orgasm from intercourse; they required other stimulation, but she knew she would because she was already just at the edge; she could feel it building as her hips rolled and her muscles tightened reflexively around his shaft. She knew if she could just hold off a couple more minutes, he'd be ready. The look of intense focus and pleasure on his face, the grunting sounds as he controlled his movements to match hers, and the way his hands clutched at her hips, fingers digging in, told her that.
Magazine articles and a lot of dreadful, lewd fan-fiction had given her plenty of ideas about what she was supposed to be doing, and she found that some of them actually worked. Instead of just lifting herself and settling back down, she flexed her ass cheeks and ground down against him as she began to move her hips in a circular motion. Each time she returned to her starting place, she'd tighten around him, stroking him internally. It seemed to drive him wild, causing a desperate thrusting of his hips.
It wasn't all about the motions, and she knew that, but she wasn't sure exactly how to put other things into play. She'd read— But those things were based on a modern guy. She didn't think she could manage to get him excited by talking dirty; he was more likely to be horrified, or worse, amused if she tried. Plus, she wasn't sure she could even force herself to do it. She decided to try something else somewhat less embarrassing, but hopefully he'd like it.
Her hands went up to her breasts, framed so invitingly by the corset they practically spilled out of the top. The soft mounds of her breasts jiggled and bounced in clear view as she moved. She saw his eyes following their motions and began to tease him by drawing her fingertips across the exposed skin. She tugged at the thin ruffle of lace that barely covered the areolas of her nipples and flashed him a tantalizing glance. He groaned and tugged her down towards him, grabbing her mouth in a fierce kiss.
"Tease," he snarled, but she knew he'd loved it.
His fingers slipped inside the corset top and tugged it down so her breasts tumbled out, and he rubbed the coarse stubble of his cheek against the sensitive skin. A second later, he had latched onto a nipple, tugging with his teeth in a way that made her cry out as she tightened around his length.
He laughed and released the nipple, letting her go back to riding him, and his dark blue eyes followed the swaying bobble of her breasts as she worked hard to find her rhythm again. When his hands moved back to her waist, guiding her, she found that the tempo was gradually increasing. Their bodies seemed less contained, more wild, with both of them making noises of pleasure and exertion. She had one startled moment of panic as something low and liquid rolled over her body, and she was sent spinning over the edge as her body climaxed explosively.
A long wail of pleasure burst out of her mouth as her body jerked. Her heat clenched tight around his length and rippled with a low throbbing sensation. But she'd held out just long enough that the stimulations of her muscles contracting pulled him along with her. He shouted her name, ass lifting off the bed as he slammed up into her in a frenzied, frantic series of thrusts, and for a long, blissful moment, they coasted on a haze of pleasure.
Their situation didn't allow her to have the experience of climbing off of his softening member or removing the tight corset and itchy garters to cuddle with him naked while they stared in each other's eyes. When she came back to herself, she was awake and in the real world where the cameras watched everything. She'd ended up sprawled across his chest, body glistening with sweat and completely melted with exhaustion. Random shocks of pleasure still hit her from time to time, and there was a slow, sated pulse deep in her core that kept reminding her of the deliciousness of the whole experience. She felt content and happy to lie there with him forever.
Hampered by the inability to enjoy pillow talk without being heard, she snuggled closer to him and fell asleep again, listening to the steady thumping of his heart and trying not to think about the fact that it was an illusion, because his heart was buried somewhere in the basement of the house and was certainly no longer beating.
Chapter 9
When Elizabeth called to speak to April a few days later, she interrupted the morning interview. She'd rung the house phone because she seemed to expect that April's cell phone would fail, and she was right. The reception was still spotty, and the few calls she'd tried to make had dropped before even connecting. The sound of the old style ringing telephone startled her, and at first she thought one of the team had downloaded it to a mobile.
When she finally realized it was the actual house phone, she hurried to the kitchen, rushing to catch it before whoever it was hung up. Given the size of the house and the fact that there was only one extension, as far as April knew, Elizabeth must have known to let it ring.
Even so, April barely made it, yanking it off the wall cradle hurriedly and blurting "Hello?" in a slightly out-of-breath voice just before the disconnect.
"Hi, April, it's Elizabeth. Do you have a minute? I know you're busy in the mornings." The woman's voice sounded smooth and professional over the line.
"Uh, sure. We were just reviewing tapes. Nothing really exciting happened last night, except a little activity in the kitchen while I was asleep," she said, with a small amount of guilt.
She was still stubbornly refusing to have sex in front of the camera, and John was being equally muleheaded about using the bathroom as their romantic escape. She'd have been content with that, but after the last satisfying session, he hadn't entered her dreams, either.
When she'd complained, he'd just shook his head and told her that if she wanted him, it would have to be in public, because she'd made a deal and he intended she keep it. She suspected that he'd been loosening the rein on the other entities in the house a bit, allowing them to act out some in order to give the team enough material to keep them from getting frustrated, but they both knew that wasn't going to last long.
"Mhm, I've heard it's been quiet. Listen, since we're all set up contractually, how about lunch this afternoon? I could pick you up around noon. I found a little Greek place that I've heard isn't half bad."
The offer was enticing, more because she was getting a bit stir crazy locked up than how the invitation was phrased.
"Sure, I'd love to," she said quickly. The investigators sometimes stayed until afternoon, but it was unlikely after the slow night, so she didn't foresee a problem. Plus, Elizabeth was the boss; no doubt she could extract April, if necessary. "I'll be ready at twelve, then," she said. And then, as an after thought, she said, "Oh, do you think we could swing by the bank on the way? I just— I feel a little nervous about these checks."
"What? Afraid they'll bounce?" Elizabeth asked, amusement heavy in her voice.
April snorted. That wasn't the problem at all.
"No, I've just never had this much money in my hand before, and it's not going to seem real to me until it's in the bank. Besides, what if I lost the checks? Mr. Bruebeker said they're a pain to replace."
"Just teasing you, April. Sure, no problem. We can swing by. See you soon," the woman said, and then just like that, there was a click.
"B— Oh."
She hung up the phone sheepishly as she realized the line was already dead. Apparently, her boss wasn't really one for long goodbyes. Well, that was fine, because she had things t
o do if she was going to be ready in time. She poked her head into the equipment room to inform them about her plans and then took herself off to write up her daily report. It was getting easier to pour out all her experiences in the level of detail the professor wanted, but it did help that she had nothing embarrassing to write about. She knew that wasn't going to last, and she wouldn't be surprised if she got lectured about the low activity level during the lunch. Elizabeth couldn't prove that April was holding back, but certainly she was bound to be suspicious.
A few hours later, after she'd safely deposited thousands of dollars into her bank account, they settled into a quiet nook in a small family-owned restaurant. The walls were covered with family photos and the decor was made to match, with homey touches everywhere. From the framed children's drawings to the knickknacks and the mismatched lamps, the place just had the welcoming feel of going to a friend's house for dinner. She liked it.
Elizabeth wasn't quite as impressed, but then her tastes were more sophisticated, as she informed the younger woman. "I'm sure the food will be okay, though; it's gotten a lot of good reviews," she added, as though afraid April would get up and leave, demanding a better quality of lunch.
"I'm sure it will be fine," April said, smiling at the blonde. "It's just nice to be out, honestly. I underestimated how hard it would be to stay inside. No quick trips to the store, no take-out—just inside."
"Even with the—entertainment?" Elizabeth chuckled at April's expression. "It's a little late to blush now, April. I've seen the video, it's—impressive. I almost wish I enjoyed the bottom side," she said frankly.
There was an obvious amusement of course, but April could swear there was a touch of envy mixed in as well. She didn't know what to say or how to respond to it. She was embarrassed and uncomfortable, and she knew it was probably obvious, so she scooped up her menu and buried her face in it, pretending to be absorbed in the lunch choices until the heat in her face died down and she thought she could speak without stammering like a schoolgirl. Elizabeth watched her for a few moments; she could feel the woman's eyes boring into her, but she didn't look up, and eventually Elizabeth also picked up her menu.
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