“Yes.”
“You have the most beautiful ass,” he complimented as he moved a hand to her clit and started massaging it.
“You’re already wet, Calleigh, and I’ve barely touched you. That pleases me.”
She stayed silent, although she rocked her pelvis as though trying to take more of his finger.
“Do you want me to tell you what we’re going to do tonight, Calleigh?”
He could see her swallow before she responded. “Only if you want to.”
“Ahhh, so compliant and submissive.” He continued to circle her clit and only her clit. He knew that by now the rest of her was clamoring for more, for any touch of his.
“In a second, you’re going to turn over and show me how much you love my cock by giving me the best blow job you’ve ever given in your life. Then, assuming that you’ve succeeded, I’m going to fuck you as hard as you’ve ever been fucked in your entire life. Now, turn over.”
She turned her blonde head over as she maneuvered her lithe body on his big bed. She looked as though she’d been born for him, born for his bed she reclined on, born for this. Her pulse ticked on the side of her neck and her nipples puckered, resembling delicious, pebbled raspberries.
He moved backwards before saying, “Drop to your knees and remove my belt.”
She did, and focused all of her energy on his belt before she looked up at him again, her eyes full of trust and heat.
He cradled her head in his hands, communicating with her through his eyes.
“Unzip my zipper.”
After she had, he said, “Take me into your mouth. All of me.”
When she did, he had to remind himself to go slowly because he was about to go off in six point four seconds if he didn’t consciously tell himself not to come. He was always in control and used to delaying his own gratification. Tonight, he wanted to prolong this. His excitement matched hers, if not exceeded it.
She started off timid, just like the night before, as though intimidated by his size, but within a few seconds, she found a rhythm up and down with lots of tongue just the way he liked it. Extra wet and deliciously warm, the perfect cocoon.
“That’s good, Calleigh,” he said as he removed her hands that had anchored herself to his thighs and placed one on his sac, showing her how he liked it touched until she quickly learned his pleasure. After awhile, she switched hands and caressed each of his balls with her nails, softly, enough to notice the texture so different from her soft hands.
After several minutes, without warning her, he came, letting his essence glide into her mouth. Her eyes flashed up at him, but she didn’t pull away or give any other indication that he’d surprised her. If anything, she continued stroking his cock with her tongue. Gently pulling her head away to release him, he said, “Go to the bathroom and wash out your mouth and then come back out.”
While she did so, he shucked off his pants and removed his shirt. He’d previously double-checked his bedside drawers so he knew they were supplied with everything they would need for the rest of the evening. When she returned, he was seated on the edge of the bed the way she had been when he’d entered.
“Come here,” he ordered when he noticed she was hanging back by the bathroom door.
She situated herself in front of him. Since he was seated and she was standing, it gave him the perfect angle and proximity to his favorite place. Wasting no time, he plunged his two middle fingers directly inside. In response, she widened her stance and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“You’re still nice and wet. Did sucking my cock turn you on?” he asked, as each of his fingers discovered a perfect rhythmic routine.
“Yes,” she said, closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Calleigh.” He quit stroking her until she obeyed. Then he continued his pursuit. “Don’t ever close your eyes while we’re together, Calleigh, unless I tell you to. At all times, you should know exactly whose cock is inside your mouth, your pussy, or your ass. Now, I promised to fuck you, but before I do that, I have a surprise for you.”
§ § §
If she’d thought that last night had been the height of her erotic life, then tonight she’d bypassed all earthly delights and arrived at sexual heaven. Nirvana. She had no idea what it said about her as an independent feminist, but every second with him demonstrated everything that had been missing in her sex life.
“Do you want your surprise?”
“Yes,” she breathed, compulsively rocking her hips against his thick fingers deftly moving inside of her. She knew better than to ask for his cock and she was still a little leery about his ass references earlier.
Reaching behind him, he produced a silver metal chain with what looked like two tweezers on the end.
“Do you know what this is?”
“No.”
“It’s an adjustable nipple clamp. This,” he said, indicating a little rolling ball, “is adjustable and when I clamp these ends on your nipples, I can move the ball upwards and the clamp will squeeze harder. Before I put them on though, I think they need a little preparation.”
He bent his tawny head towards her breast and enveloped her left nipple in his mouth. First, he licked it over and over again before he lightly bit it, all the time, plumping her breast with his hand. Her other breast eventually received the same attention. Never had she realized her breasts were so sensitive. Tonight it was as though they were the pinnacle of all sensation. The center of her sexual gravity. Throughout the entire time he focused on her breasts, she kept her hands locked on his shoulders so she didn’t crumble in a pile of orgasmic mush.
Placing his hands on each side of her waist, he shot his dark blue eyes up to hers, his lips as juicy and wet and kissable as she’d ever seen in her entire life. Without saying a word, he positioned one clamp on her nipple. The sensation immediately elicited a tremor of pain that sparked high and bright before settling into acceptance. Still, she didn’t say anything and kept her eyes trained on him.
Taking the other end, he clamped it to her other breast and the cycle started again – a momentary ache eventually soothed by time and tolerance.
“It’s gratifying to me to see you like this, Calleigh,” he said as she continued to accept the restraints on her nipples, breathing through her nose while her breasts adjusted.
As her silence lengthened, he smiled at her, his white teeth flashing. He cradled a breast in each of his wide hands, softly fondling the sensitive skin underneath, back and forth, never once breaking eye contact.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” he asked.
“No.”
He stood up facing her before switching their positions and moving her on the bed.
“Lay down,” he ordered.
As she complied, he continued. “Crawl up to the top of the bed and make yourself comfortable.”
As she shimmied up to the head board, the comforter gave way to the softest sheets that had ever fluttered against her skin. Maybe her skin was over sensitized due to his ministrations, but she wanted to rub herself all over the sheets, even though doing so was not in his game plan. At least, not yet. Maybe she could suggest it to him in the future.
She laid down in the middle of the bed, a thick pillow behind her head and waited.
“Is this it?” he asked.
She nodded.
Turning, he prowled to the right side of the bed. She couldn’t help herself and traced his every movement with her eyes. Would he blindfold her again as he had last night?
He withdrew long pieces of black material and stalked back to the end of the bed.
“Open your legs and bend your knees as wide as you can.”
As soon as she accommodated him, he placed the black silk around one of her ankles and bound it to the bottom post at the bed’s footboard and then repeated the action with her other leg.
He positioned his knee next to her stomach as he edged beside her on the bed. He caressed her legs, her calves, her knees, exposing her to erogenous zones she never knew she possessed. With his other hand, he took hers and placed it on his erection.
“You’re so beautiful, Calleigh.”
She swallowed, but didn’t say anything. Was she really beautiful to him like this? Completely exposed?
Then he began kissing her thighs, the backs of her knees and her ankles.
Finally, he moved between her open thighs as he slipped on a condom.
Without any more of the words he was so fond of, he entered her in one full thrust, filling her to her throat. She couldn’t contain her moan.
That was before he began moving. He started off slow, in and out, with some fancy circling action while inside, before pulling out again, only to start all over.
“Grab the headboard. You’re going to need to hold on.”
With that prophetic command, he slid back inside, pumping away, and rode her hard for so long, she lost all concept of time. Every thrust, faster and deeper than the one before, never letting up. Unbelievably disciplined in each movement. The fact that her thighs were spread so far apart only intensified his thrusts, allowing him access no man had ever enjoyed. She felt his cock up to her chest, he was so thick and good.
“You can come whenever you want, Calleigh. Tonight, I’m telling you that you don’t have to wait for my permission. Not right now,” he assured her, his hips working like a piston in and out of her own, his body entirely cradled on his hands, never once leaving her to feel the full pressure of his weight.
She lost count of the number of orgasms he gave her. He never slowed down and he never came until the very end with a hoarse cry.
Drawing back, he looked into her eyes. “You can release your arms now,” he said.
As she complied, he leaned down and nuzzled her neck with his mouth, his gentleness in sharp contrast to the ride he’d just given her.
“You ok?” he asked, laying his head directly across from hers on the pillow.
“I think so,” she said.
“How do these feel?” he asked, caressing the metal chain linking the two clamps on her nipples.
“They’re…alright.”
“Alright sore? Alright tight? Alright hot? Please describe your ‘alright,’ Ms. Stuart,” he directed.
When she remained quiet, he cradled her jaw in his hands. “If you don’t like them, I’ll remove them.”
She’d been dying to touch him all night, but without him giving her the go-ahead, she’d held back, fearful she’d somehow do something amateurish since every experience with David was new. She jumped on this opportunity to touch him and laid her hand atop his.
“No, I like them. They’re different. It’s as though my nipples are continually electrified. In a constant state of arousal. I don’t think my breasts have ever been such a focal point of….”
“Of your sex life?” he finished for her.
“Yes,” she said, sheepishly. “I guess…”
“Yes?”
“I guess I don’t want to like them. Does that make sense?”
“Why not?” he challenged.
She looked down as she continued stroking his warm hand.
“I don’t know. This whole deal with you is completely out of my realm of experience. I’m not even sure if some of the stuff we’ve done has been a part of any of my fantasies and I know you haven’t even started on the heavy duty BDSM stuff.”
What if he couldn’t deal with her doubts? If she thought she’d been waist-high in insecurities before, that was way before she’d allowed him unbridled dominion over her body, a decision she didn’t regret, but couldn’t help but second guess. What if it was a turn off for him? What was his tolerance level for her questions?
He moved his hand from her face down to her waist and turned her towards him, so they were looking at each other, side by side.
“Look, we’ll go as slowly as you want. As slowly as you need. In return, I need something from you. If I do something that you try and you don’t take pleasure in, you have to let me know. When you didn’t use your safe word, I thought you liked the clamps. I would never have left them on if you harbored any doubt.”
He gently removed the clamps and placed the apparatus on the bedside table nearest to him before turning back to focus his gaze on her, his big hand returning to warm her waist while he propped himself up on his elbow.
“Promise me that, Calleigh,” he softly commanded.
“I promise,” she said. “And don’t misunderstand – I liked everything we did tonight. Everything you did. Every move you made.”
“You only
liked
it?” he questioned, raising one perfectly dark eyebrow in sardonic amusement.
She smiled.
“Great doesn’t begin to describe it.”
“I’m still not seeing the problem here, then.”
“Being here, like this, with you. What does it say about me?”
“It says that you’re a woman who enjoys sex. Really great, outstanding, amazing sex.”
“Sex where I’m restrained and you’re always in control.”
“And?”
“And it’s hard for me to reconcile that with the image I’ve always had of the man I would ultimately end up with and the woman I would be when with him.”
“You worried you’re not going to be able to restrain yourself and marry me?”
She rolled her eyes. How like this arrogant, smug, sexy man to assume she was already planning their wedding after only two nights together. Now, granted, that might have been an activity she may have previously engaged in with prior boyfriends, but not anymore. She knew she needed to spend more time with him in her life and determine if he was what she wanted.
“No, I’m not planning our march down the aisle. I just…never expected to have this kind of sex life.”
“Sweets, we haven’t even scratched the surface of our so-called sex life. All the stuff I mentioned to you last night? The different kinds of restraints? The positions? The toys? It’s all in front of us. Tonight was only a very basic, very benign introduction to our sexual future. Which seemed to fit you when you were coming all over me about twenty minutes ago. I’m still not understanding what exactly the holdup is here tonight. Unless it’s the image you have of yourself with the image of what you actually want.”
Trust him to drill down right to the heart of the matter.
“I was raised to be an independent woman, David.”