Authors: Jennifer Denys
Jessie worried her bottom lip with her teeth, unsure what she should be doing.
“Hey, stop biting your lip.”
“Sorry.” She drew in a ragged breath. He had reached the bottom of her blouse and gently eased the garment off her shoulders. She glanced uneasily at his face. He seemed to be staring at her breasts with something approximating lust.
He looked at her face as he removed her bra. “You really do have the loveliest breasts, but I have to say they are housed in the ugliest bra.”
Gasping in indignation swiftly followed by laughter, she hit him on the arm. “Pig! Is that supposed to be arousing talk?”
Sam held his not-really-injured arm. “Ow, ow. I apologize. No, hang on here. If I’m the Dom, you’re supposed to say something like, ‘I’m sorry, master, it won’t happen again. I will only wear sexy bras from now on.’”
“In your dreams!” she retorted. “Although if you think the bra is ugly, wait until you see my panties.” He laughed and proceeded to unzip her skirt and drop it to the floor, but he wasn’t foolish enough to make a second joke. Instead, he eased her final garments to the floor.
She stood naked before him, less nervous than before, following the teasing and his lovely comment about her breasts. He lifted a hand to trail his knuckles down her body over her nipple, which pebbled in reaction. She bit her lip again. He reached up and stoked it with his thumb, smiled, and said gently, “Come on, onto the bed with you.”
While she lay on the bed, she watched as Sam started undoing his shirt and toeing off his shoes. He lifted a knee to the bed then she saw him realize he was on the stockings. “I’d forgotten for the moment why we’re doing this,” he said. Lifting his knee off them, he hoisted them in one hand. “So, my lady fair, are we ready?” Not waiting for a reply, he took one stocking and moved toward the bottom of the bed to tie an ankle.
“Whoa—Klingon, Klingon. No, shit, I’m Romulan.”
Sam stopped in midbend. “Hell, Jess, that was short and sweet! I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She sat up hurriedly, pulling her legs toward her. “Sorry, I just never thought you were going to tie my legs as well. I thought it would just be hands.”
“Ahh, I didn’t think that one through. You’re right, and you only actually gave me two stockings.” He banged a hand against his head. Jessie grinned and very slowly lay down again. She wasn’t quite ready to trust yet.
Sam took a deep breath and moved up the bed, gently taking her left wrist and laying it over her head on the pillow. She saw him looking down to see if she was okay. She smiled, so he continued to tie that hand to the spindles in the headboard. “It’s lucky you’ve got a headboard like this. Otherwise this plan would have failed at the first hurdle,” he chuckled.
She giggled, watching him cross to the other side of the bed. “You have no headboards at all in your place, so I guess you’ve never tied a girl up before.”
“Now, that would be telling,” he responded with a smile, taking hold of Jessie’s other arm. She had a moment of panic and resisted. “We don’t have to do this. You can
Romulan
me again, or we can leave it at one arm,” he said softly.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Jessie tried to calm herself. “No, go for it.” Then she let her arm go limp. Sam placed her wrist in position and tied it very loosely, watching her the whole time. She tugged experimentally then grinned when she realized she could get her hand out very easily. “Some Boy Scout you are.”
He put his hand on his heart. “I was an excellent Boy Scout. However, it’s my Dom badge that needs work at the moment.”
She laughed. “So now what? You have got me naked, tied me up, I’m not panicking—well, much. What comes next?”
Sam lay down on the bed next to her, his elbow on the pillow next to her head, his cheek on his palm. “Well, if I’m being your book buddy and we’re just discussing the merits of being tied up, we could leave it here.” He paused. She knew he was trying to assess her reaction. “Or I could continue working on the Dom badge—and it needs serious work, mind you—and assert myself.”
He laid a finger on her lips as she went to speak. “In fact, I am going for the latter, and I am asserting that you are not allowed to speak. Close your eyes. Go on.” He laughed as she glared at him first, then felt him caress her face with his fingers, running them down her throat toward her breast. “I’ve been dying to touch this further.” Her eyes flew open. “Uh-uh. Keep them closed, or I’ll have to resort to a blindfold.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He grinned at her and waited until she closed her eyes again, his hand still on the curve of her breast. She felt him enfold her breast, hefting the weight in his palm and rubbing his thumb over a dusky pink nipple. She bucked off the bed. “Jesus Christ, Sam.”
He chuckled, continuing his exploration. His hand stroked down her waist to her hip and onto her thigh. He had to sit up to reach her knees, which were tightly squeezed together. “Open your thighs, sweetheart, you know the drill—we’ve read it frequently—your knees should never be closed.”
“Oh God!” She took in several ragged breaths as she opened her knees. Not far, but as Sam managed to get his hand in and touch her inner thigh, her heart dropped to her stomach, her mouth suddenly dry. He continued gentle caresses up her thigh, which was trembling by this time, stopping at the crease at the top of her leg while he leaned back down on his side and took a nipple in his mouth. Jessie moaned loudly then bit her lip in embarrassment.
“God, your breasts are lovely. I’ve always loved a woman’s breasts but never realized before what a perfect pair you’ve got.” She felt herself go bright red at this remark. When he ran a tongue over her nipple, she jumped again, but he held her down with his palm on her thigh and continued his study of her breast, gently nipping the tip. He abandoned her body to swiftly divest himself of his garments, taking a moment to put a condom on. By the time he finished, her eyes were open once again, studying his body.
Jessie’s first thought was that he looked pretty fit and was surprised that she thought he might be anything less, as he did like to go running. Her second thought was how erect he was. She swallowed. He looked pretty huge.
He tutted at her. Then taking his shirt and rolling it up, he loosely pressed it around her face covering her eyes. “I seem to recall from the scene we’re recreating that the hero did something vaguely similar.” He then pulled open her thighs even further and knelt in between. As she started to shake, he ran a hand up her thigh, quietly shushing her. He then laid his other hand at her waist, stroking her soft skin in circles, getting lower until he reached her mound.
Jessie emitted something between a moan and a cry, her lip between her teeth again. His hand continued its circles, rubbing gently over her clit, then dipped down. At this moment, a gush of wetness came out. “Oh shit, I think I’ve peed on you.”
Sam laughed. “No, sweetheart, I assure you this isn’t pee.”
“It’s been so long I’d forgotten the sensation.”
“In fact it smells quite lovely.”
“You’re not smelling me!” She then felt his face close to her pussy, proving he was actually doing that. “Oh God.”
He chuckled at her reaction then moved in to lick her. That got more swearing, from him as well as her, as his nose nearly got mashed at her thrashing.
“I think you are quite nicely aroused.” He moved up her body, gripping her hips in his hands as he moved his cock slowly into her pussy. Her gasp turned into a slightly strangled moan as she tensed at the pain of accommodating his size after so many years of not having a lover.
She felt him holding still, waiting until she began to relax. He then thrust in, just slightly, each time pushing in deeper. She’d also forgotten the feeling of having someone inside her—the fullness and the increasing stimulation.
“God, you’re so tight, but it feels so good.”
She moaned, her body starting to thrash beneath his, pulling up and down his cock with little effort from him.
“Sam, I’m going to come,” Jessie cried, her arousal peaking.
“Come for me, then.” Her climax came hard, and she bucked beneath him, yelling loudly.
She felt Sam come crashing immediately after her. “Holy cow. That was one of the quickest climaxes I’ve ever had.” He continued to thrust in and out of her, slowing gradually as she came back to earth.
After a few moments, Sam reached up, removing Jessie’s makeshift blindfold. “So to finish our discussion for today, how did it feel to be tied up?”
Jessie giggled, her face hot with exertion, her body alive with exhilaration. “Well, after the initial panic, the only problem was it is a little painful on my wrists. Next time I get to tie you up.”
Sam grinned back at her. “It was good enough you want a second go, eh?”
“Hmm—only in the endeavour of research, of course.”
“We might want to keep this to ourselves, or other discussion groups might want to try it out.”
Chapter Four
Jessie walked around stunned by what they had done, not so much the bondage, but the fact they had had sex. She even walked into the men’s toilets at work by mistake.
Her air of distraction lasted several days during which she frequently relived many moments from that night. This included simple things like the fact that Sam had called her sweetheart, at least twice, she thought. He had never called her by that endearment before—or indeed any. Jessie found she quite liked it. As for the sex, that had been indescribably wonderful.
Her attention was then drawn to the book in her hands. It was Sam’s turn to choose the book, and he was due there shortly. She wasn’t entirely sure why he had chosen this one about two life-long friends who discover they are attracted to each other as the hero introduces the heroine to the world of BDSM at a local club. Did Sam really want to have sex in public? Surely not. And they’d already tried bondage. Maybe he wanted to put a butt plug in her. She grimaced. She wasn’t sure she was ready to do that and hoped now wasn’t going to be the time to put the stops on this burgeoning relationship.
Someone knocked at the door. It was Sam’s usual
tap-tap-stop-tap-tap.
Well, she would find out now.
* * * *
“Hey, gorgeous.” He came to a sudden halt at the look on her face. Something was clearly wrong. “What’s up?” He decided to tease her. “Don’t tell me, you forgot to buy some sexy underwear.”
That got a smile from her as she gestured him in. “Nothing’s wrong.” His eyebrows rose in doubt. “Well, I was just wondering why you chose this book.”
He moved into the room, taking his time before answering. Grabbing a coke from the table, he eased into the armchair he favored, kicking his long legs out in front of him. “Didn’t you like it?”
Jessie stood, arms folded. Sam was aware of the moment a minute later when she realized he wasn’t going to fess up that quickly. Sam fought to hide a smile as he saw her decide to play it cool and nonchalantly throw herself onto the sofa, one hand behind her head. He knew her well. She was trying to bluff it out.
“Yes, it was a very sweet romance,” she said offhandedly and left it at that.
“Sweet?” he queried irritably, pausing halfway through opening his Coke.
Jessie’s eyes narrowed and she sighed. “All right, it was lovely, and I see why you chose it, being about two friends who finally have sex. In fact, I’ve come to realize that is a major theme in erotic romances.” She hesitated.
He wondered if she was thinking the same as him, that those friends usually fall in love. He took a swig of Coke to distract himself from that thought.
“But are we taking this any further in our ‘pursuit of research’?”
Sam smiled enigmatically, sipping his drink. “There are lots of things we could research.”
She lost patience. “Get on with it. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I loved her getting naked in the sex club.” He couldn’t resist teasing her.
Jessie fell for the bait and jumped to her feet, hands held out as if to hold him off. “No way
,
no how, not never, not happening!” He saw her sink down onto the sofa with a sigh when she realized he was having her on. “You didn’t mean it.”
He laughed loudly. “I did love that bit but never thought you would do that in a million years.” He waited for her to sigh deeply in gratitude then hit her with it. “But I quite liked the spanking bit.” He watched her jump off the sofa again.
“
What
? You’re teasing again?” she asked as she tentatively sat down again.
Sam put down his Coke bottle and bent forward, leaning his forearms on his parted thighs. “Actually no, it just seems a good time to try out another aspect of these books that comes up again and again.”
Jessie frowned. “I never see the point of the scenes where the girl—usually—gets spanked, hit, flogged, whipped, whatever. It just seems an excuse for the guy to show his superior strength and his violent tendencies.”
“You clearly didn’t read that bit in the book well enough, then. The heroine gets aroused by it.”
“I don’t see how,” she retorted dismissively, falling into his trap.
“But that’s why we’re going to try it out, to prove the point,” Sam answered triumphantly.