Hey There, Delilah... (29 page)

I can’t believe he is willing to hand over control to me. This may be my only shot, so I am going all out.  I hope he is ready for this – for me. 

I have only dreamed about this. Never tried it before. Never been in complete control, been allowed to do whatever I want.  I am so glad that Charlie made me do
some “research” before I slept with Ryan that first time.  What I thought was freaky and intense back then, is exactly what I need and yearn for now. I take a deep breath, center my focus, and channel sexy Delilah. Here she is, in total control.

Before Nick changes his mind, I tie his arms to his headboard, then bind both legs to his footboard, one in each corner. He is completely vulnerable, and entirely mine to do whatever I want.  O
h yeah, this is going to be fun!

I strip off
my gorgeous gown and carefully chosen undergarments, and crawl my way up his body, like a lion stalking its prey.  Once I get to his chest, I sit up and straddle him, making sure I am far enough from his face so that he can’t touch me.  This may be as much torture for me as it is for him.

As
I am straddling Nick’s chest, I want nothing more but to scooch forward a few inches so his tongue can reach my sex.  But, no, this is not about that.  It is about taking control. It is about showing Nick what it’s like to have it taken away.  It’s about the trust he always demands of me, but doesn’t extend me the same courtesy. It’s about payback.  It’s about pleasure. It’s about punishment. It’s about love.

I
tilt forward a little so that my nipples are dangling near his mouth, but still just out of reach. Nick groans in frustration, pulling on his tethered arms, and it just adds fuel to my fire.  I have him exactly where I want him.  I slide my hand under his pillow and pull out a little surprise I have hiding under there – my silky smooth, shiny silver, bullet shaped vibrator. Yeah, baby! It’s four inches long, one inch wide, and offers an incredible vibrating sensation with the touch of a button.  A girl’s best friend.  And tonight, it’s going to make Nick orgasm like he’s never come before.  I’m so glad I thought ahead and slipped it into my purse when I was switching to my evening bag.

I lean back, placing my left hand on Nick’s knee to support my weight, arching
my back so my boobs perk up.  He hasn’t noticed the bullet yet.  Holding it in my right hand, I face the tapered pointy end toward my body.  I lean my head back, allowing my hair to drape across his rock hard cock and he lets out another moan, a little quieter this time. Setting the bullet on my neck, I begin dragging it south, down past my clavicle, toward my cleavage.  I know the exact moment he figures out what I have in my hand because his thigh muscles tighten and his cock jumps.  I continue my path down between my breasts heading toward my belly button. I let out my own pleasurable sigh as I approach my pelvic bone, but am abruptly stopped.

“Delilah…” Nick says sternly.

“Yes?” I ask innocently.

“You know
how I feel about vibrators,” he grumbles.

“Of course, I do, Boss.  When have you ever known me to break a rule?” 

“Your orgasms are mine, LaLa. Tied up or not, I am the only …”

I cut him off before he can finish that sentenc
e. We both know that he owns me - and my orgasms.

“Oh, Nicky…poor, lucky, Nicky.  You don’t think t
his itty bitty vibrator is for me, do you?” I say in my most sultry voice. 

“Wha…but…Delilah! No!”

I just smile and laugh.  “Now, I promised you that I would be very naughty. And you promised to let me do anything I want.  Are you ready to use your safe word already?”

Nick takes in a deep breath.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head in resignation. “Do your worst. You are not going to get me to safe word. If this is what it takes…”

That’s all I need to hear.  I lean back again, but not as far as I was last time. 
That was really just for the dramatics of it all.  I lean back just far enough that I can slide the bullet past my pelvic bone, straight into my soaking slit.  “Ahhh,” I let out unintentionally, and I feel Nick’s throbbing dick poke me in my back. 

Since I am still straddling him, he has a fantastic view of what is going on, but just to make sure, I spread my legs wide
r for him, running the bullet up and down my clit.  I am completely exposed, and the way his breathing has sped up, I am positive he is getting a good show. Thank God it is not turned on, or I would explode.  Just as I start feeling a bit too hoochie,  I feel Nick pulling at his arms, bucking his back a little, trying to break free. That gives me the confidence to go on.

When I finally sit up and pull the bullet out from between my thighs, I am upright and able to look
directly into his eyes. Holy feral animal!  His usually bright green eyes are heavy and smoldering with lust.  His jaw is locked tight and I can see his nostrils flaring at the corners.  And his breathing still has not slowed down.

“You need to slow your breathing there, old man.  I am just getting started,” I tease.

He just stares at me, and I know he is not able to speak.  And if he does, I am afraid he is going to call this off, so I don’t push my luck.

I lean forward and give him a quick kiss on the lips, not wanting
to go too deep yet. Because if I do, I don’t know if I will have the will power to stop, and I really want to finish this lesson that I started.

I t
ake the bullet, now soaked in my juices, and run it along his full lips.  Before I get the chance to do it again, he scrunches his lips up to his nose so he can take a deep sniff.  “Mmm,” he says giving me a dirty smirk, and I am as crazed with lust as he is.

“Open your mouth,” I command, and he obeys.  Damn, I can get used to this.

I slide the bullet between his lips and let him suck the rest of my sweet juices off of it for a few seconds. If he only knew that he was lubing it up for what I have planned, I don’t think he would be this compliant.   I just can’t resist him, so I deviate from my plan for a second. No big deal, it’s my plan anyway. 

I remove the bullet from his mouth and kiss him deeply.  I start by licking his lips softly, until he opens wide enough to let me in.  I take my time exploring his mouth, enjoying the taste of him, me, and the beer he was drinking earlier.  Damn I can get drunk off him, and not from the beer! 
I give him a quick swirl and suck because I know how much he loves it.  Nick groans in pleasure, and I almost think it would classify as a growl, but I don’t linger because I have to get back on track. Things to do…men to torture.   If I do this right, it will be one for the record books. 

Just before I pull away, I
covertly slip my hand under his pillow again, pulling out the other part of his surprise. Oh, you didn’t think I was going to do this without lube, did you?  I may not have ever done this, but give me some credit, I’ve done enough “research” to know.

I slither my body down his. Since
our bodies are both dry - except maybe for the wet spot I left on his chest -  my movement causes a lot of friction, and when his cock slides between my girls,  I hear Nick gasp.  Pleased by how much I affect him, I allow him a few more strokes, continuing to rile him up.  I want him as turned on as possible for where I am headed.

I continue to slink down a few more inches so that my entire body is between his legs. I am still on my stomach
, arms leaning over his thighs, face to face with his penis. While I am out of his line of vision, I get myself prepared with the lube, so I am ready when the right moment strikes.

Even though I had no intention to, I
just can’t resist, so I allow myself a little taste.  I flatten my tongue and take a long, slow lick on the underside of his cock, from base to tip.  Nick lets out a little growl, and I can’t help but allow myself a little more.  I suck on his head for a moment, just the tip, swirling my tongue in his favorite motion, then let it out with a pop.  I giggle at the noise, but Nick doesn’t seem amused. I lick back down, taking the same route I did on the ascent, this time stopping at his balls. Oh, yeah!  I love these suckers. They are the perfect distraction.

♫♩♫♩♫♩
♫

Can your balls explode? No, really.  Is it physically possible to be so turned on and unable to release that your dick falls off and your balls explode?  Because that’s how I feel right about now.

Delilah hasn’t
fucking moved in what feels like forever, although it’s probably only been about thirty seconds or so. I stretch my neck up and out to see if I can see what’s going on down there between my legs.  It’s taking a lot to not just say “macaroni,” and call it.  I am way too exposed and vulnerable for my liking and being tied like this forces me to give up my favorite thing - control.  Well, maybe not my favorite thing anymore.  My second favorite thing.  My new favorite thing?  Delilah. And she’s worth every second of this torture.

When I look down toward her, I can’t see too much.  I see her luscious ass sticking up in the air.  It is so pale and curvy and perfect that I just want to grab it and pull it against my body while I take her from behind. But that’s going to have to wait. Dammit! I am hard enough as it is, I don’t need to add these thoughts to it. I can also see parts of her face. She still has tear tracks stained on her face. I am such a dick.  And her lip gloss is smudged across to a cheek.  That must be from kissing me earlier.  Either that or from when she was teasing me and licking my cock.  I can tell you what it’s not from. It’
s not from her sucking on my cock. Because if she was in fact sucking on my cock, I wouldn’t be having thoughts of exploding balls.

Speaking of balls, holy mother of Jesus!  I think she is blowing on mine right now.  I feel a warm sensation that I have never felt before.  I don’t think another woman has
ever taken the time to give any special attention to my boys down there. It is such a different sensation, but really good.  My dick throbs and jumps a few times, and my ass cheeks clench.

Next thing I know, Delilah sucks one of my nuts into her mouth, and my body involuntarily jerks.  I let out a laugh, but it is definitely not funny.

“Everything alright up there?” she asks with her mouth full.

I gyrate my hips a few times, my cock so jealous. “Yeah, baby, don’t stop.”

She continues sucking on my sack, and then I feel her finger draw a line down to my anus.  I feel her circle around my puckered skin, stopping to put pressure on it, but not entering.  Her other hand appears from out of nowhere and begins stroking my neglected cock.  I am so crazed that I don’t mind the added pressure down there.  In fact, it is adding to my excited state.

That is until
she breaches my back door, inserting something.  A finger maybe? I have no idea because one, I can’t see a thing, and two, I have never had anything in me down there before, so I can’t gauge what it is. All I know is that it is tight as fuck!

When she pushes in a little further
, my back involuntarily arches off the bed, my ass cheeks clench, and all of my muscles tighten.

“Delilah…” I warn.

She releases my family jewels, looking up at me with a wicked smile.

“Yea, baby?” she asks, knowing full and well what she is doing.

“That’s an exit only.”

“You know what to say if you want this to end. Otherwise, relax your body.  It won’t hurt if you just let it go. ”

Delilah knows that there is no way I am going to safe word.  She laughs briefly, sounding borderline maniacal, and I take a deep breath, trying to do as she says and relax.  I lay my head back on the pillow and continue to breathe deeply.   I still feel the pressure inside of me, but as she continues to stroke my cock, the combined feelings of pressure and fullness begin to rile me up again.

She begins sliding the well-lubed item back and forth and every time she gets
to a specific angle, I feel my body tremble.  I can feel an orgasm forming in the base of my spine, and my balls are beginning to tighten.  She must be able to tell – I’m sure my moaning didn’t help my cause - because she slows her rhythm down just enough to keep it at bay. I bite out a string of curse words, but it does nothing to ease my aching balls. When she is satisfied that I lost my orgasm, and with my body on high alert, she hits a little button, and it takes me a few seconds to realize what is happening. Motherfucking cocksucker! That witch has the bullet in my asshole!

I kick my legs a few times but she has them tied too tightly; plus, she is leaning on them, so they are of no use.  I buck my hips, hoping that could help to expel the bullet, but she is holding it with one hand, and it doesn’t even budge.  I can feel my insides quivering, and I have no idea what’s happening to me.

“LaLa, please.  What are you doing?”

“It’s okay, Nick.  Calm down.”

“I can’t calm down.  What the fuck are you doing to me?  I feel like I am going to explode from the inside out!” I shout at her.

“The vibrator is
massaging your prostate.  The feeling you are experiencing is normal. It’s probably the closest you will ever get to experiencing what women do when they orgasm.”

Delilah continues her assault on my prostate and my only choice is to
try to enjoy all that she is giving me.  She will pay for this later.  As she slides the bullet around, my orgasm begins to form again.  A tingling begins at the base of my spine again and my balls tighten and release repeatedly. I have never experienced this heightened pleasure before, and a few times, I feel like I am going to shoot my load all over the place, but nothing comes out. What the hell? Not a minute too soon, Delilah takes my entire cock in her mouth, down to my balls, and I am done. D-O-N-E done.  I slam my head back into my pillow, my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I shoot a load so big, for so long, I am almost afraid of drowning her.

As I am comin
g down off what may be described as my best, most incredible orgasm ever, I realize that my body is shaking.  Literally shaking.  When I finally open my eyes, I see the love of my life, and know now, more than ever, without any doubt, that I am meant to spend the rest of my life with her.

She has a beautiful
smile on her face, a calmness surrounding her.  She is proud of herself.  I chuckle to myself, still reveling in my earth-shattering discovery, that I have found my “one.”  I am brought out of my love fog, when my body screams at me to deal with what she is doing. Although she removed the bullet without me even noticing, she is still stroking me. As in never stopped. As in rubbing the head of my ridiculously sensitive cock, which feels like every nerve is exposed.  Spikes start shooting through my dick and I wail.

“LaLa, baby, please, you have to stop now!”

She just continues torturing me, her expression never changing.

“Please, baby.  I can’t take anymore.  It’s too much.”

She doesn’t stop.  She has one hand wrapped around my shaft; the other is flat, making lazy circles aroun
d my tip.  I think I am going to pass out. I beg a few more times, hoping she will take pity on me, but she just continues, slowly, and painfully.               

“Rule number one,”
she bites out, her grip tightening.

I must be losing my mind because I have no idea what she is talking about.

“What?”  I yell louder than I intended, but I am losing control.  I turn my hips away from her, but she doesn’t let go.

“What’s rule number one, Nick?” she asks again,
sounding a little angry, and it finally dawns on me. Fuck!  She is punishing me still for kissing the Bitch.

“No other women,” I answer in resignation. 

Delilah doesn’t say anything else.  Her silence speaks for itself. And to be honest, I don’t want her to say anything.  I fucked up.  She knows it, and I know it.  I broke rule number one and I broke her trust.  I have no excuse. I should have seen it coming.  Delilah even warned me, but I underestimated the Bitch’s level of crazy. I hope submitting myself to her, helps me gain back the trust that I lost.  Or at least puts me on the right road to recovery.

Delilah finally releases my poor dick. Although, as much as she tortured it, I still have solid wood - only for her. Before I know it, she is sitting upright, hovering over my cock.
No, no, no, I can’t take anymore.
Delilah takes no prisoners. She angles herself perfectly and impales herself onto my cock.  We both inhale sharply at the same time and lock eyes.

“Untie me, Delilah,” I command,
and this time I mean it.

She shakes her head “no,” and I pull at
them trying to free myself.

“Last time, Delilah. Untie me. I need to touch you. I need to taste you. I need to make you come.”

Delilah ignores me, instead rocking back and forth on my cock, trying to find her release.  That’s it!  I can’t take it anymore!  I give one more quick tug, and the knots break free.  I sit up quickly so that we are chest to chest, her soaking pussy still grinding into me.  I put my hands on her shoulders, placing a little added weight so that she falls deeper onto my junk.   When I have her at the perfect angle, I drag one hand down to her clit and squeeze a little.  It only takes seconds for her pussy to clamp down onto my cock and she goes off like a rocket.  Her whole body starts to quake, and she is so beautiful that I come again with her.

She collapses against me, and I just hold onto her as tight as I can. The thought that I almost lost her tonight hits me and panic sets in.   Between my earlier revelation and my current state of uncertainty, I am a mess. 
You’re pussy whipped is what you are.
I know what I need to do
.
What I want to do.

I pull Delilah away from me so I can look into her eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” I say and I mean it wholeheartedly.

She looks away from me and I see the
blush starting to creep up her neck.  How can she be shy with me after all that we just did?  I bring my hand up to her chin and tilt it toward my face, forcing her to make eye contact.

“Look at me
,” I say until I know I have her full attention. “I am so sorry.  It will never happen again.  Never.  You have my word.”

“How can you be so sure?” she asks, and
it is a totally valid question.

I take a deep breath, square my shoulder
s, and look her dead in the eyes. “Because I love you.”

Delilah’s eye
s widen and she shakes her head slightly. Suddenly, the biggest smile I have ever seen swallows her face.

“Really? You’re not just saying that to get out of the doghouse?” she asks, but I can tell she knows I mean it.

I bring both of my hands to her face cupping it gently. “Really, really. I love you with all of my heart,” I state emphatically, then place a sweet kiss on her lips.

“I love you too, Boss,” she says with the most gorgeous smile on her face.

All I can do is sit here like a goofy kid who just asked the head cheerleader to prom and she said yes.

Delilah searches my eyes and can tell there is something else I am thinking.  She knows me so well.  “What?”

“Nothing.  You just make me so happy,” I lie.  Not about her making me happy, because I can’t remember ever feeling this wonderful, but about holding back something.

“Bullshit, Nick. I know you. Out with it,” she prods.

I search her eyes again, scared as hell to ask. Worst she can say is no, right?