Longing

by Chelsea Dorsette

  Giving her a sly smile he said, “Perhaps you remember me telling you that I was going to do this back when we were Skyping?”

  Grinning back at him she answered, “Why yes I do remember you saying something along these lines!” Now that he was finished cuffing her limbs, she was totally restrained, lying spread eagle across his bed. Although she was at his complete mercy, she trusted him and wanted to give him anything he desired. Walking over to her overnight bag, he pulled something out. When he turned around and came back to the bed, she could see that he had the beaded nipple clamps that he had bought the previous weekend. Although she had remembered to bring them, she had totally forgotten about them! As Doug released them from the package, he came over and sat down on the side of the bed. Just seeing her spread out before him with hard and erect nipples excited him to his very core. Without saying a word, he took the first clamp and secured it onto her right nipple. Tracy gasped as she felt it tighten down on her sensitive nub. Watching her carefully to make sure she was enjoying the sensation, he put the other clamp on her left nipple. Again he could hear a sharp intake of breath but he enjoyed watching her fascination as she looked at her breasts and the nipple clamps that were attached to them. Walking over to his dresser, he pulled out a two foot long feather tickler. This one was similar in size to the leather flogger that she liked him to spank her with. Only this one had fluffy feathers on the end. Eyeing him with curiosity, she watched him walk slowly back to the bed and start to tickle and tease her gently with the feathers. The combination of the sting to her nipples coupled with the soft caressing of the feathers was an exhilarating feeling and her arousal skyrocketed. Doug took his sweet time running the feathers over her clamped nipples, slowly down her stomach and then between her legs. She had never felt this kind of sensation on her female area before and surprisingly, the softness of the touch had her aching for him. Running the feathers down each thigh and leg, he continued his sweet torture of her. Arching her back in response to his pleasuring, she cried out, “I need you baby. Climb up over my face and let me suck you.”

  There was nothing Doug would rather do more than just as she requested. Thinking about her sucking his balls and cock while she was completely restrained and writhing beneath him sent chills through his body. He was rock hard and ready. And he knew she was more than ready for him. Placing the tickler to the side he crawled up her body, grasped the headboard and placed his engorged shaft into her mouth. Because she couldn’t move much, he directed the rhythm with his hips, thrusting slow, then fast, then slow again. He could tell by the deep moaning sounds coming from her throat and by the way her lips and mouth were sucking passionately on his cock, that she was totally into what they were doing. She looked beautiful strapped down beneath him but he now wanted to fuck her, and fuck her good. Clasping his hand around his penis, he slowly pulled it out of her mouth and slid down her body until he was in the perfect position to enter her. But before he did, he released the clamps from her nipples so he could fuck her and suck her tits at the same time.

  Releasing the clamps he placed them on the bedside table, leaned down and gently took her reddened tips into his mouth. The feel of his wet, soft tongue on her assaulted nipples felt wonderful and she called out his name as he tenderly licked each one with his tongue. In just moments, he slid inside her with purpose and passion while continuing his delicate ministrations on her breasts. She would never be able to describe accurately how beautiful the sensation was of him fucking her with his cock while making love to her breasts with his mouth. Perhaps she would find the right words later. But right now all she could do was enjoy what he was doing to her body and revel in the sensual feelings that were shooting through her. Together, they were completely in sync and both needed immediate release. Gasping out his name once again, Tracy urged, “I can’t hold out any longer. Cum with me, baby.” Doug was so completely turned on by hearing her wanting him so much that within moments they both screamed out together.

  Tracy couldn’t remember being more satiated as she was today. The combination of the drive to his house, the hike, delicious food and unbelievable sex left her completely limp. After releasing her from the restraints, all she could do was curl up under his arm and fall dead asleep. The next morning she woke slowly with just faint sounds of coffee being ground, dishes being moved about and the delightful aroma of bacon and eggs wafting into the room. If there was a heaven on Earth, this was it! Knowing that her gorgeous and sexy man was up and making breakfast made her love him even more. She knew he had fallen asleep soundly too, but she figured he was used to doing daily hikes because of his job and perhaps he hadn’t been quite as exhausted as she had been. Feeling so comfortable with him now, she didn’t feel the need to get up and join him in the kitchen. It was Sunday morning and she lay comfortably and relaxed just enjoying the soft feel of the sheets against her bare skin and breathing in the wonderful aroma of what he was cooking. Lying curled up and warm in his bed, she thought back to the wonderful day they had shared yesterday. For her, it was blissful, romantic, exciting and fun. She knew she had to go back home today and although she loved where she lived and her job, she was finding it increasingly difficult to part with Doug. She hoped she wasn’t getting too attached too quickly, because if he didn’t feel the same way she would end up being heartbroken. But she had never been one to crawl into her shell to protect herself from potential hurt or heartbreak. She understood that life comes with the good and the bad, and if she didn’t put herself out there, she would never know when the good came along. Doug was feeling very good to her and she hoped he was feeling the same way.

  Just as those thoughts ran through her mind, she heard him enter the room. Turning over in the bed to face him, she saw him carrying a tray. It didn’t take her a second to realize that he was bringing her breakfast in bed. She couldn’t have been more surprised or delighted! As she said good morning to him she questioned, “Is that for me?”

  Smiling at her he came closer to the bed and answered, “For you, my princess. Good morning.” Sliding up to a sitting position in bed, she let him put the tray across her lap and was amazed by what she saw. Her plate was filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and a beautifully toasted English muffin. Alongside the plate was a big glass of ice cold orange juice. She was famished and didn’t wait one second to dig in. Sitting down on the bed next to her, Doug was completely amused and flattered at how she dove into the food all the while singing his praises after every bite.

  After devouring more than half the meal, she finally looked at him aghast and asked, “Did you eat yet? Here I am stuffing myself and you’re not eating anything!” Touched by her concern, he told her he had already eaten a lion’s share and was completely full.

  “Just relax and enjoy, baby,” he countered softly. Giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek, she thanked him for the wonderful breakfast and proceeded to eat every single bite. Doug loved how she had a hearty appetite. Tracy was beautiful, in good shape and she ate like a real person. He admired that about her, like he admired many other things about her. Taking the tray from her lap he left the room and went back to the kitchen while she showered and dressed. Joining him in the living room, she plopped down next to him and thanked him for such a wonderful weekend. Kissing each other tenderly as they said their goodbyes, Tracy smacked his behind and asked, “I have to go to Boston next weekend for a brief meeting at corporate headquarters. They’re putting me up in the Ritz-Carlton in Back Bay. Free to join me?”

  Chapter Six - Boston

  At least once a year, the owner of the broadcast group Tracy worked for liked to meet with his top sales managers to discuss ideas and get feedback. The company owned many TV stations along the east coast and Tracy had been the sales manager for their Portland, Maine station for five years now. Corporate headquarters was located in Boston, Massachusetts in one of its historic areas called Back Bay. She always enjoyed meeting with Mr. Knight and at least a few times a year he would travel and visit all of
his stations personally. This annual visit to Boston was usually done in the latter part of each year to brainstorm new sales incentive ideas for the upcoming year. This time the company was putting her up in the luxurious Ritz-Carlton hotel in the heart of Back Bay, across the street from the beautiful Boston Common. Boston Common is the oldest public city park in the United States and although the park is rich with history dating back to the 1600s, today it is most noted for giving tourists boat rides around the park’s lake in boats shaped like swans. Tracy could remember taking swan boat rides many times when she was growing up and she never tired of seeing the giant white boats designed and painted to look just like the real swans that also inhabit Boston Common.

  Last weekend had been another wonderful weekend spent with Doug at his house in New Hampshire. Knowing she was going to Boston this weekend and was being put up in such a fabulous hotel, she invited Doug to join her. She was thrilled that he agreed to go and that he was excited about going to the city. It was now Friday approaching 4 o’clock and she was just minutes away from pulling into his driveway to pick him up. Her meeting with Mr. Knight was going to be early Saturday morning, so that would leave them plenty of time to explore and enjoy the city. Pulling up to his house right on time, she saw him come out his front door carrying a bag. Anxious to put her arms around him and give him a kiss, she jumped out of the car. Within seconds she was in his warm embrace and they held each other tightly. Looking up into his eyes she said in a demanding tone, “Kiss me, mountain boy. I’ve missed you and those sweet lips of yours!”

  Looking into her beautiful blue eyes Doug teased, “I am more than happy to oblige, madam. Do I get a choice of which lips I get to kiss?”

  Giggling back at him she responded, “You are a very dirty boy. Perhaps if you do a good job kissing the lips on my face right now, then when we get to Boston we can discuss you kissing any other lips that you have in mind!” With that challenge cast, Doug dropped his bag to the ground, swept her into his arms, dipped her backwards and gave her the most romantic kiss of a lifetime. When he released his mouth from hers and straightened her back up, she was breathless.

  As she smoothed her hair back into place and regained her breath she teased him, faking an indifferent tone, “Well, that was OK. Could probably use a little more work though.”

  Smiling broadly, Doug picked up his bag, slapped her hard on her ass and threatened, “Just OK, huh? You’re in real trouble now, woman. Wait until I get you behind closed doors tonight in the hotel.”

  The ride to Boston was fun for both of them as they talked about their past week and threw out ideas about what to do in Boston that weekend. Because they both lived so close to Massachusetts, they were very familiar with the city and anxious to see their favorite sights. Although they were driving into Boston during rush hour on a Friday afternoon, they made it to the Ritz without incident or hitting too much traffic. The parking garage was just around the corner from the hotel and they knew they would not need the car again until they left to go back home. Tracy loved how Boston was a walking town. She rarely needed to use the subway or take a cab. But if she did, the transportation system was superb. As Tracy checked in, Doug was mesmerized walking around the lobby. He had not been to this hotel before and luxury oozed from every corner. He noticed that the hotel had a bar called The Avery Bar, named after the street the hotel sat on and a restaurant called Artisan Bistro. Both the restaurant and the bar were decorated in rich woods with numerous European design elements, making the spaces very elegant. Wood crafted wainscoting hugged the walls in both rooms and he could see that the banquette seating in the restaurant was made of stitched leather. Doug couldn’t remember the last time he had been to such an upscale hotel and he was hard pressed to think how any other hotel could top the grandeur of this one.

  Hearing Tracy thank the concierge, Doug walked back to the check-in desk, picked up their bags and winked at her as they proceeded to the elevator. Tracy was as excited as a little school girl as she told him that her company reserved a suite, not just a room. She had remembered from going to the hotel’s website that the suites came equipped with any amenity you could think of, including deluxe bedding and a marble soaking tub! When they got to their room Tracy gasped at the view from their suite. They were on the side of the hotel facing Boston Common and it was breathtaking. Running over to the window she zeroed in on exactly what she was looking for: the swan boats! The park looked every bit as beautiful as she remembered and she couldn’t wait to walk around it. Turning from the window, she surveyed the suite and it took her breath away. It was sophisticated and contemporary but it also had warmth and country charm. She could hardly wait to dive into the huge king size bed! As they unpacked their things, they decided that they would have a quiet dinner tonight downstairs at Artisan Bistro. Reviewing the restaurant menu that was on the desk, they thought it would be a nice quiet way to end the day and leave the sightseeing until tomorrow.

  As they knew it would be, dinner was superb. The wait staff was friendly and accommodating and they both enjoyed filet mignon, garlic mashed potatoes and fresh cut green beans. The bottle of Pinot Noir they shared was the perfect accompaniment to red meat and they both felt full and satiated as the waiter cleared their empty plates. Although Tracy had something naughty up her sleeve for later on, she wanted to walk off dinner first. Since it was still light outside, she suggested they go across the street and take a walk around the Common. Knowing how anxious she was to see the swan boats and check out the park, Doug happily agreed. A walk would be a nice way to digest dinner, as he also had plans for her later in the evening too. Strolling hand in hand throughout Boston Common they watched the swan boats paddle by, observed interesting-looking people and enjoyed all of the flowers and beautiful landscaping meticulously cared for by the city of Boston. After about a half hour they both felt lighter and headed back to their hotel room.

  Once inside, Tracy wasted no time setting her agenda. Asking Doug to put on some music she informed him that she would be back in the living room momentarily. Doug knew she was up to something and he kept looking to the bedroom door to check if she had come out yet. After turning on the music, he sat down on the couch and waited patiently for her to return. After just a few moments, he heard the door quietly open and his mouth dropped as she stepped out. He was never prepared for what Tracy had in mind and tonight was no different. Watching her saunter seductively toward him, he couldn’t take his eyes off what she was wearing. He couldn’t speak, but his cock was starting to do plenty of talking! She was barely clad in a leopard print bikini top and a crotchless leopard thong. He could see her bare pussy; it was totally exposed with only a hint of fabric holding the thong in place. To top off her barely there lingerie, she had put on leopard print stilettos and was wearing skin-tight black satin elbow-length gloves. At first he thought she was wearing a necklace around her throat, but as she got closer he could see it was a collar! Tracy had surprised him sexually on many occasions, but this had to be the most jaw-dropping outfit and seduction that she had ever leveled on him. He was beyond thrilled and completely blown away. She looked every part the dominatrix but without the whip. At least he didn’t think she had one! But with Tracy, he never knew what was up her sleeve. Looking at her gloved hand, he saw she was holding something and standing up from the couch to reach out to her, he was anxious to find out what it was.

  Reaching her hand up to his face, she touched him tenderly and asked, “Are you ready to have some fun tonight?” Doug could not control the shiver of anticipation that shot through his body any more than he could keep his shaft from getting rock-hard. It was obvious by looking at his crotch that he was about to burst out of his slacks. Stepping back a couple of feet from him, she directed in a low and impossibly sexy tone, “Strip for me. I want to watch you do it in front of me nice and slow, cowboy.” Doug was on fire and he understood the game now. She wanted to be in control and be his dominant. Her outfit said that loud and clear but it took him a few min
utes to get it because he was so aroused by how she looked. Obeying her command, he did exactly as she said as she just stood watching. Finally facing her completely naked and erect, she asked, “Do you know what I’m holding?”

  Doug couldn’t really tell so he shook his head but didn’t take his eyes off her. Holding up her hand with the object, she loosened it from her grasp and he could see it was a black leather Velcro restraint. As his eyebrows shot up in anticipation and surprise he asked, “Are those for me or for you?”

  Giving him a wicked smile she answered, “They are for both of us. But I’ve got plans for you right now.” Looking quickly around the living room she brainstormed exactly the scenario that she wanted. Walking right up close to him she whispered, “Lay down on the floor on your back at the foot of the couch.” As he got into position, she dimmed the lights until soft shadows enveloped the room. Standing over him in a dominating position she praised, “Very nice.” Staring at his rock-hard dick that was pointing straight up at her and quivering she cooed, “That’s one hell of a cock, mountain boy. But now that we’re in the city, I’m going to have to tame that wild beast.” Doug was beside himself and could barely utter a word. Kneeling down over him with her knees on either side of his chest, she grabbed both of his wrists and moved his arms up so his hands were behind his head. Feeling the leg of the couch between his hands he knew exactly what she was going to do. Sure enough, she grabbed the leather restraint, put it on both of his wrists and bound him to the leg of the couch.