While I sucked him, I swept my tongue back and forth over his shaft, as I had learned from the amount of sex research I’d done before I met Lenny. While I’d still been inexperienced then, I figured it never hurt to learn and be prepared. But Lenny had taught me so much more with our hands-on experience.
Will you quit thinking of him! I scolded myself.
As my mouth glided up and down his cock, I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, while the other went back to teasing his balls. His face fucking grew more enthusiastic, and his fingers clamped down on a hank of my hair until the pulling hurt. So I sucked harder still, hollowing my cheeks from the force of said suction. He would cum soon, I knew it, so I tore my lips away, working him with my tight grip as I said, “Cum deep down my throat. I want to taste you.”
“No,” he said, his voice guttural and close to breathless. “I want to fuck you. Please, let me fuck you. Up against that wall there.”
I was tentative. “Do you have a condom? I didn’t bring one…”
“It’ll be okay. I’ll pull out.”
That just wasn’t good enough for me. My logical side won out. After all, this guy could be carrying something. Maybe a little late to think that after I’d already had his cock in my mouth, but, still, every instinct screamed to get him off quickly and get out of here.
“No, let me make you cum with my mouth. It’ll be fantastic. I promise.”
Obviously not pleased with my answer, he yanked me away from his penis and pulled me to my feet. “You fuckin’ little tease.” He snarled, face pressed into mine.
Then he whirled me around and slammed me up against the concrete. Pain lanced between my shoulders. I cried out and tried to shove him off, but he was already tugging my yoga pants off.
“Stop right now, Marcus,” I screamed. “No means no.”
“Bullshit.” His face was that of a mindless monster now. “You want it. I know it. You’re just playing hard to get, bitch.”
He backed up to position himself better, and that’s when I seized the opportunity. I brought my foot up with all my strength and kicked him squarely in the balls. He let free a pained “oof” and crumpled to his knees, holding his stomach as he hunched over on the sidewalk.
Part of me was so tempted to deliver another kick to his pretty boy face. I was seething with fear and anger, so it wouldn’t have been hard to give into the impulse. But before I could do so, a streak of long, curly brown hair and leather sprinted across the campus front lawn. I spotted Lenny’s parked car a moment before he slammed into Marcus, rolling with the fallen man. He climbed on top of Marcus and held his arms down with his knees as he pummeled his face. With one hand over my gaping mouth, I ran to break up the vicious fight.
“Stop before you put him in the hospital,” I said, wrapping my arms around Lenny’s flexing shoulder and trying to pull him off.
“Sonofabitch tried to rape you,” he snarled. “He deserves death.”
“But I don’t want you to go to prison.” I breathed a sigh of relief as his fists fell still. “T-thank you. How did you know I was here?”
He looked up at me, eyes still wild with unspent fury, chest heaving as he took in rapid breaths. “When I went home, you weren’t around. I know you come here sometimes when you go for a walk.”
Marcus blubbered beneath him. Through his mashed lips, I heard him try to mumble, “Please, I’ll never even look at her again. Just let me go.”
“Let him up,” I said, and when Marcus staggered to his feet, I got in his face. “If you ever so much as glance my way, I’ll let him make good on his promise. And, believe me, I’ll get some hurting in too before he’s done.”
Marcus snarled something about me being a bitch again, gave Lenny a glare as best he could through his swelling eyes, and then hurriedly stalked away from us.
“I thought you were with Christie,” I said to Lenny without looking at him.
From my peripheral, I thought I saw him roll his eyes before he replied. “Your aunt likes to talk about herself a lot. That and she kept trying to remold me, like I was some damn redecoration project. ‘You should cut your hair and style it this way, Lenny. I bet you’d look so much better in a suit.’ Fuck that noise. I dumped her at the club before the drinks even arrived.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, then sudden tears came, and despite my best efforts I couldn’t stop them. “Sorry I doubted you. Sorry I cheated on you with that idiot.”
He tugged me across the grass we sat on, placing me in his lap. “I’m sorry I screwed off with Christie to make you jealous. And cheat on me? Are you telling me we’re a couple, Ms. Logan? Would you like that?”
I shrugged, bit my lip, looked into his eyes through my sheen of tears. “I don’t know. I…I’m scared. I care for you, a lot. I won’t deny that. Let’s just take the relationship thing slow, okay?”
His fingers brushed over my chin then held it tenderly. “And what about the store? The apartment?” I swore his voice held a note of anxiety.
“I…I want to stay, if that’s okay with you? Keep up the partnership. Despite our differences, I think we’ve worked well together, don’t you?”
He showed teeth in a happy grin. “I do. I certainly do. And that’s the best news I’ve heard all day. I care for you, also, Cherry. Very deeply.” Then he planted a sweet kiss to my lips. I twined my arms around his neck, swiped my tongue over his lips, and the kiss soon grew molten with passion and the release of pent up emotion.
“Why did you keep avoiding it?” I murmured against his lips. “Talking about the store and apartment, I mean.”
He moved out of our passionate embrace, but kept his arms around my waist as he gave me a sincere stare that made something deep in my belly tightened. “Because I was afraid you planned on leaving, selling your half to me. I didn’t want to face that just yet.”
I touched his face, skimmed my fingers down his unshaven cheek. I wasn’t ready to say the word love yet, but I knew this was close. He gathered me into his arms once more, and our mouths met again in an erotic duel of teeth, lip, and tongue. I sighed softly into his mouth, burying my fingers in his luxurious curls as I held him tight against me.
Hands explored my hips, my breasts, and slid down the plane of my stomach. My fingers roamed beneath his leather jacket and I soon freed him of this. I unbuttoned his shirt so I could squeeze the curve of his pecs, play with the lines of his ribs. My hands soon found his belt and zipper, freeing his growing cock from his pants.
He laid me back on the cool, slightly damp grass, watching me with eyes blackened by intense desire as he hitched my pants and wispy underwear off. Then he slithered down the length of my body, until he came to rest between my knees. His head dipped and he planted kisses, ever so lightly, down both my inner thighs. He blew on my tingling clit, took tiny bites at the skin where groin met thigh, then moved lower to swirl circles around my asshole with his tongue.
“Please, lick me, taste me,” I begged, arching my back and closing my eyes as my scalp brushed over the fragrant grass.
“Not yet.” He parted my slit, which now grew very wet, and blew up and down its length. His cool breath mixed with the cool air, driving me mad, making me squeal.
“Please.” I panted. “We don’t have much time. Someone might catch us.”
He chuckled low in his throat. “You’ll say anything to get me to eat your pussy, won’t you? Businesswoman by day, my little wanton at night.”
I pushed his head closer to my throbbing cunt. Finally he gave me what I craved, and he drew it out, ran the tip of his tongue over my clit then down between my labia until he reached my opening, then he poked his tongue far into my dripping heat and held it there. I cried out and draped my legs over his back, giving his mouth better access to my pussy.
He ate with skill, sometimes sipping on my drenched cunt, sometimes suckling it with gusto. His teeth tugged my pussy lips, then he gently nibbled at my clitoris until I bucked against his face in a frenzy. After runn
ing his tongue all along my inner and outer labia, he slid two, then three, fingers inside and gave my g-spot an expert massage. His mouth next wrapped around my clit, taking the throbbing bud of flesh between his teeth while he flicked his tongue over it. My ass lifted off the lawn and I gave a long, breathy moan as I came hard, my vagina clamping strong around his probing touch. I could feel copious juices trickling down my ass crack.
As I emerged from my orgasmic daze, he rose up on his knees and stroked the length of my glistening seam with his silk and steel erection. He shoved it in to the root, until his scrotum swept over my damp ass, then he braced himself above me with two fists planted in the grass. As he thrust deep, he held himself inside me a while before pulling out, and he watched my face for reaction as he fucked me. I tried not to blush from the intense lust that clouded and crinkled his handsome face. It turned me on as much as it invoked the shy girl in me.
His thrusts grew faster as I responded with breathy sighs. When he reached between us to play with me, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. They rolled back in my head under the force of extreme pleasure. He bucked frantically in and out of me now, and I once more arched my ass high off the grass to take his cock as deep as I could. It wasn’t long before I came a second time, and he shivered and grunted atop me as he came hard too.
***
“Have you seen this?” I asked, though the email showed it hadn’t been opened yet before I clicked on it. My curiosity had been stirred by its subject header: Summer Sex Ball. “Apparently we’re invited.”
Lenny came into the back storage room, where we had the laptop set up. “Oh, how did the call with your aunt go?” With a curious look, he came to see what I pointed at on the screen.
I smirked as he glanced over my shoulder. “She was cold with her goodbye, like she just wanted to get it over with and be rid of me. I don’t think she’ll be stopping by to say goodbye to you either.”
He snickered. “Good thing, cause I’d make her pay for that broken guitar.”
Then he muttered under his breath as he read the invitation from Surrender Inc., the host of said party. It was to be held this weekend. Masks and costumes were welcome, but not necessary. This wasn’t a themed ball, it stated. The invitation was from an esteemed member of the establishment, and the invite ended with a reminder that all participants were expected to adhere to safe sex and safe play rules.
“Jeff must’ve sent this, that dawg. He wants us to come play with him. Interested?” His eyebrow spiked up as he looked at me.
“Of course.” I beamed. “Should we get costumes?”
He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “I think we should.”
***
Lenny and I went shopping at a costume boutique he frequented back in his rock star days. I chose a red dress with a long slit up the center of the skirt. The bodice and slit were trimmed in black feathers. I added black thigh high stockings with scalloped lace tops to the ensemble, and a pair of four inch, shiny black platform heels. Lenny said it made me look like a saloon girl.
He chose a dark purple, velvet coat with brass buttons, a white ruffled shirt, and fitted black pants that gave him a Byronesque appearance.
We headed to the ball around ten o’ clock. It was an overnight affair that ended at dawn. Lenny pulled the car up in front of wrought iron gates topped by security cameras. A mechanical voice asked for his name, and he gave it.
I took in the posh grounds and looming manor. It was a pristine white building with thick columns and a sprawling tract of green land. Well manicured shrubs lined the smooth, black driveway. As we walked up the stairs, I thought of the Parthenon in Greece. The place held an intimidating air of wealth and elegance that made my heart flutter in my chest like an excited songbird.
Inside, a throng of costumed and expensively clad people mingled in a massive lobby done in walnut and white. Golden carpet led up to a spiral staircase that climbed high, and rich Oriental rugs rested atop the black marble floor.
Lenny took my elbow and led me to a redhead sitting at a front desk at the head of this lobby. She wore a royal blue feathered mask. The eye openings were trimmed in a sparkly gold. As she gave us a pearly smile, she said, “Mr. McDougall. We’re glad you and your lady could join us. Please sign in here.” She slid an antique looking ledger across the desk to him. “I’m afraid Mr. Callahan couldn’t make it this evening, but he wants you and Cherry to pick any playroom you please and enjoy your evening.”
She gave me a quick wink, and as we walked away, toward the stairs, I tugged on Lenny’s arm. “You did know about this. You set it up.”
He glanced at me with an impish smirk twisting his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, let’s go choose a room, my lady.”
As we walked up a long corridor lined with doors, Lenny showed me rooms and told me more about Surrender Inc. Apparently the place we were in today was one of the exclusive resorts reserved for longtime members, but Jeff, being a head board member of this sex resort franchise, could pull strings to get us in. Surrender was very discreet, but still thrived in the world of well to do people with an appetite for fetish and experimentation. After Leather Lotharios broke up, Jeff had invested in Surrender heavily, and now he was one of twelve board members who owned the company.
We peeked into a room done up in an old West saloon style. Behind the walnut, antique style bar, whips, floggers, masks, ball gags, and other assorted bdsm gear was displayed in lieu of liquor or glasses. The wallpaper was a deep red with gold filigree, and the crimson shade matched my dress perfectly. A four poster bed, also made of walnut, rested against a wall opposite the bar, and its gold curtains were tied back with scarlet sashes. To the right of this sat a mock gallows made of rough pine slats. Instead of a single pole with a noose, two poles were placed close together, with one pole straddling their tops. The supporting beams were lined with chains that ended in furry cuffs. A single hook hung from the center beam. The front of the room was lined with plain, round pine tables and rail back chairs.
“That’s a bit morbid, don’t you think?” I chuckled nervously and pointed to the gallows, but the room intrigued me, and despite my slight reservations, it seemed to command I choose it for tonight’s pleasure.
Lenny shrugged. “No one’s ever suffered in here. When they say play safe, they mean it. Surrender is very strict on rules.” He pointed to the gallows. “Only thing you’ll get in here, Ms. Logan, is a little discipline and a whole lot of bliss.”
His sultry gaze made my face warm. I took a deep breath. Knowing I trusted this man completely, I decided this would be our play room after all. “Well, we did only brush over bdsm in our sex lessons. I could use a refresher course.”
He laughed at this, took my hand, and led me inside. “Then let’s get started.”
The door clicked shut behind me and my throat went tight from anxiety. I took a few deep calming breaths and focused on the thrill of excitement, letting the remaining traces of inhibition fall away.
Lenny led me up to the bar and pointed at the variety of implements. “What’ll you have, my dear? But you can only take two. You’ll see why later.”
I tapped a finger against my bottom lip as I scanned the choices, wondering what he meant by the later comment. My eyes gravitated toward a feathered flogger with beaded strips. Lenny’s eyebrows shot up at this choice. I merely stuck my tongue out at him, feeling childish as I did so. Next I picked a small vibrator with rubbery bumps protruding from its egg shaped body.
With my decision made, he helped me up on the platform of the gallows and strapped me in. “Now, Cherry, we’re going to do things a bit different tonight,” he said, as he took his time spreading my arms and snapping the furry cuffs around my wrists. “Tonight, you’re completely at my mercy. You listen to everything I say, and you come when I say you can. Is that acceptable?”
The authoritative tone of his voice was surprising, but not unwelcome. I simply nodded my consent, and then he gave me our
safe word. He slid down the length of my body, stroking my inner thighs as he urged my legs apart. He caressed my calves as he guided my ankles into the manacles attached to the platform.
“Good,” he said, standing back to survey my spread eagle stance. “First I’m going to slowly remove that sexy dress, but I’ll leave the stockings and shoes on.”
He moved behind me, and his fingers moved agonizingly slow as he undid the many buttons at the back of my gown. As he opened each one, he licked a hot trail over the freshly exposed skin. Sometimes he changed it up with a sharp, bittersweet bite. I soon moaned and wriggled in my bonds, but he admonished me for the display. Finally the dress slipped away and he snatched the garment off the platform, flinging it to the side. I stood in heels and stockings, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. The thrill was electric and almost frightening, but in a good way.
“Now,” he said, his scorching gaze soaking in my nakedness. “Let’s get you primed for the big show.”
My face and ears burned. Breath caught in my throat. Big show? Exactly what did he mean by that. But there was little time to contemplate, for he walked toward me brandishing the feathery flogger in one hand and the vibrator in the other.
“Are you wet enough, my dear?” He slipped two fingers inside me so quickly I gasped. I was already very moist, and his fingers slipped around easily, teasing my g-spot with a delicious friction. “Oh yes, you’re ready.”
He urged the bumpy vibrator up my moist cunt and turned it on. Minor vibration flowed through my pussy, and the rubber tips massaging my walls felt like many tiny fingers insistently stroking. My hips curled forward and I moaned louder this time.
Uh-uh.” He shook a finger at me and opened a large drawer tucked in the base of the gallows. “No exclamations of pleasure, no movement, until I say it’s allowed.” Then he took a silky swatch of cloth from the drawer and stuffed it in my mouth.
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