“Fiction.”
“Hmm, that’s not always a good thing. Do you have any questions you want to ask first?”
She needed to know, “Do you ever have vanilla sex?”
“Not for many years.”
“You make kink sound simple.”
“It is to me. You asked what was in my bag before I could put the blindfold on.” His grin turned wicked. “There are many toys I’d love to introduce you to.”
There went her skyrocketing heartbeat again. “You promise not to tie me up?”
“Not tonight.”
Her jean shorts were the only thing keeping the couch dry… so far. He wasn’t forcing her, and for some unknown reason she trusted him. George and Starla knew about her date, and everything he said just made her crave the chance to please him. “Blindfold me.”
Chapter Six
Matt
He didn’t want her to know how much her reactions pleased him. Matt had dwelled on their “date” throughout the day. He could have sex with her once, walk away, and not look back, but he knew it would hurt her and somehow he knew she was destined to be in his and Stephon’s lives no matter how ridiculous it sounded. At this time, throwing ménage into the mix along with his other kinks would be completely over the top, so he could wait. This was a test and he needed to know she was open to trying new things. He enjoyed orgasm play more than giving pain, though Stephon needed to give and feel pain to satisfy his own kinks. Training the mind to accept pain as pleasure took a while when it was something you didn’t know you wanted. If tonight didn’t work out, he would know that the entire dynamic of his life wouldn’t appeal to her and the thought terrified him. After his all-day mental rollercoaster ride, he decided to try, and headed to the local sex shop and bought some light toys to see how she reacted. It was now or never. “Go grab two towels, I’ll fix the bed and put my bag by the door. Do not,” he directed, “turn off any lights.”
They both stood and he reached for the couch cushions as she walked from the room. Her apartment was warm and he looked forward to licking a little salty sweat from her skin once they got started.
Since meeting her, he’d given a few verbal commands and she always responded immediately. It didn’t mean she was completely submissive, but it gave him hope that what he wanted her to do would come a little easier.
She walked back into the room. The uncertainty on her face made his heart beat faster and the small spark of sadism he carried deep inside stepped forward. He really didn’t mind a good mind-fuck, though it was more Stephon’s type of play. Her fear and ambiguity made her cute as hell and he wanted nothing more than to thrust his cock deep in her mouth right at that moment. He took the towels, stepped in closer, and ran his lips across the skin of her neck. “When I first looked up and saw you, I was completely tongue-tied.” He smoothed her silky hair, loving the incredibly soft texture. “You’re amazingly beautiful. I’ve wanted to peel you out of your uniform and lick the scent of muffins from your skin to see if you taste as good as you smell.” His teeth lightly nipped her skin.
She looked down at what she currently wore. “I hate those uniforms, but I’ll change if you want me to.”
He chuckled against her flesh. “It’s not the uniform. You could be in a burlap bag and I’d want you peeling it off. That’s what I need right now. Undress for me.” He used his voice to coax her. He could no longer deny the longing he felt to see her bared before him.
Brief panic flared in her eyes. “The blindfold?”
“After I’ve seen you naked.” He stepped back, sat down, and spread his thighs wide. “Now.” The tone of his voice changed. It wasn’t a request.
Her unsteady hands went to the bottom of her shirt, lifted it above her head, and then let it fall to the floor. She didn’t look at him, only placed her hands on the button of her jeans.
“No. The bra next.”
Her fingers shook as they traveled to the front clasp of the ivory bra, which was a shame—if she had to reach to the back, her chest would push out. All thought momentarily stopped when her breasts slipped from the material and her small pink nipples begged for attention. He forced himself to stay with his plan. “Now those wicked shorts.”
She smiled shyly and unbuttoned then unzipped, separating the material, and then shimmied it down and over her hips. Her underwear matched the bra, but was virginal at best. He liked sexy lingerie and knew she’d look hot in black or red. The ivory color was too tame, but he wouldn’t have changed this first glimpse of her body for anything; for some reason, her choice of lingerie made his cock stand at further attention. Her shorts hit the floor and she gracefully stepped out of them, bringing her fingers to the top of her panties.
He reached out, took her hips, and pulled her close so the juncture of her thighs met his face. He breathed in, loving her scent. He knew he’d turned her on earlier, but now he inhaled it deeply within his lungs—her rich sweet tang that was indescribably erotic.
“Put your hands in my hair.” He didn’t look up, but felt the tentative touch of her fingers. He pushed her panties down to the floor and then lifted her leg so her foot rested on his thigh. “Hold on.” It was his first taste and he breathed in deep as his tongue came out and ran over her luscious folds. He moved her leg up and over his shoulder and turned his head slightly for better access to her neatly trimmed pussy. His lips tipped up in a quick grin; even a small amount of pubic hair was a definite no for Stephon. With the second taste and a sweet sound from her lips, all thought momentarily left him. He slowly lapped her sex, absorbing her taste and causing more erotic sounds to escape her lips. He added gentle suction to her clit and used two fingers, pushing them slowly into the silky, wet passage that was waiting for his cock. He felt her body quiver and her fingers tighten painfully in his hair. He stopped the slow, torturous movement of his fingers and looked up. “Are you ready, Jewel?”
Her blue eyes sparkled, making him think of crystal in sunlight. Her breathless whisper begged him. “Please.”
His tongue found her clit and lathed it while he increased the tempo of his fingers. The soft mewling noises she made turned to strangled cries. He sucked her clit between his teeth and pinched—not too hard, but enough to take her over the edge. She cried out her release as the walls of her pussy clenched around his fingers and she nearly pulled his hair out by the roots.
When the last vibrations wore off, he lowered her leg from his shoulder and let her sink to her knees. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her. The taste of her pussy combined with the unique flavor of her mouth caused him to count silently backward from twenty to gain control of his cock. He ended the kiss and then reached over to pick up the blindfold from the side table where he’d left it. Placing it around her eyes, he tied the back in a knot, making sure she couldn’t see.
“You remember your safeword?”
Her voice came out on a breathy whisper, “Yes.”
“What is it?”
“Red.”
“Okay. Let me arrange the towels and then you can come up here with me.”
She didn’t answer, just continued to breathe deeply while attempting to adjust to her loss of sight. He fixed things how he wanted and then had her stand and face away from the bed.
“Lie back, I’ll guide you.” When he moved her higher up the bed, he reached for her hands and raised them above her head. “I’m putting a pillow over your arms. You can squeeze if needed. I want it to remind you to keep your hands above your head.”
He was happy to see her gentle smile and couldn’t help pressing his lips to hers before quickly backing away. “I’m going to put the nipple clamps on. This is about pleasure, not pain, and I want you to tell me when it’s too much. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He pulled back the small metal ring that opened the end of the clamp and then placed the rubber tips over her nipple. He didn’t care for this style because they slipped too easily and kept him from using saliva or lube to stimulate her ni
pples first, but they were a good introduction.
Her breath caught when he tightened the ring and then pushed up a little more, causing her back to arch slightly off the bed.
“Shh, breathe.”
“It pinches.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
“Are you there?”
She took a deep breath. “No.”
He applied the other clamp and she wiggled when he tightened it. “Stay still and let me try something.” He walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer, removing ice cubes and dropping them into a glass. The warmth of the room would make this even more fun.
He walked back and kissed her lips softly. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m good.”
“Let’s try this and then if you need the clamps loosened, I’ll do it.”
She smiled, waiting patiently until he placed the ice to her extended pink nipple. Her back arched thrusting her breasts out. “Ahhh.”
He moved the ice to the other nipple, loving the little sounds she made and her lightly writhing movements. “I’ve dreamed of seeing your nipples clamped and your pussy uncovered and ready for me.” He leaned above her and ran the warmth of his tongue across the rosy peak of first one and then the other stiff bud, knowing the cold then hot added to the sensation. Her bottom ground into the bed then rose slightly before sinking back down. He applied a small amount of suction to the breast without ice before lifting his head. “Have you ever come with just stimulation to your breasts?”
“No… ahhh… but I might.”
“Hmm, I think I’ll make it more fun.”
“I don’t think I can take more fun.” Her words sounded desperate.
He laughed. “Oh, sweetheart, I know you can take more. Let me show you.” Because he couldn’t resist, he licked the tiny trail of water caused by the melting ice and followed it down her breasts and then further to the indentation of her belly. It was nearly impossible to lift his head, but he wanted to give her body every pleasurable touch he could imagine. He placed the bullet vibrator against her nipple and turned it to the lowest speed. The pillow lying over her arms lifted and he quickly placed one arm on the fluffy material to keep her hands where they belonged. “Hands above your head,” he reminded firmly.
“That’s easy for you to say,” she sassed him.
He chuckled. “Are you fighting an orgasm?”
“No.” She gasped for breath. “Oh, God, no.”
He moved the bullet to the other nipple and watched her squirm. Taking a risk, he used his fingers to squeeze the clamps tighter.
She screamed—pleasure combined with pain, causing her thighs to press together as another orgasm shook her body.
Once her breathing settled, he loosened the clamps. “I’m going to leave these on, but if you wiggle too much they might fall off. If that happens, I’m playing with them again.”
“Promise?”
“I think I’m creating a monster.” She couldn’t see his smile, but he saw hers. He loosened the clamps slightly. “Now, it’s your turn to do some of the work.” He huskily spoke into her ear.
“Emm, I don’t mind. You deserve a little for yourself.”
“This is for me, but not like you think.” He lifted the pillow from her arms and brought her hands down. “Here, I’m putting the bullet in your hand, but I’m keeping the controller.”
She held it stiffly and resisted when he pushed her hand down to her pussy.
“This will please me.” His whisper accompanied a gentle bite to her earlobe.
She shook her head back and forth. “I don’t think so.”
Another slight tug with his teeth. “Are you saying red?”
She remained quiet for a moment, but then sighed and her resistance melted.
He turned on the bullet and she jumped. “Do you own a vibrator?” His fingers grazed her nipples.
She responded with an indrawn breath and then answered when she let it out. “Of course.”
“Good girl. Do you like to use it on the outside or inside?”
Her sigh of surrender was audible. “Both.”
“Show me,” he said against her skin.
She moved the bullet over her clit. His cock protested the confining pressure from his jeans, so he slowly rose from the bed and removed his clothes.
Her hand stopped. “Did you take off your clothes?”
“Yes, but keep going, baby.”
Her lips formed a cute pout. “I want to see you.”
“Soon.”
“Help me.”
“I’m dreaming up an evil punishment because you aren’t doing as you’re told.”
“Promise?”
“Minx.” He turned the vibration up and sank back on the bed. “Show me what you like.”
She concentrated mostly on her clit, but when her breathing increased, she put the bullet between her pink folds and pressed her thighs together, rolling to her side as she cried out. He gathered her close and let the orgasm roll through her body.
God, she was sensational.
After removing the nipple clamps and blindfold, he leaned over and began kissing along one cheek and then across her eyebrows and down the other side of her face, tracing the slightly raised skin with his tongue. He momentarily stopped when he encountered salty tears. “Shhh, it’s okay. You are so beautiful.” He twirled his tongue over the blemished skin, feeling his heart flip flop with the need to protect her.
“Men don’t kiss my scars.” She said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear.
Lifting her fully into his arms, he continued placing soft kisses to her face, holding her close while her tears fell.
“I’m sorry.” She eventually sniffled.
“Why?”
“You’ve given me the best sex of my life and I’m crying.”
“Oh, baby, we’ve only begun, and I don’t mind your tears.”
She smiled shyly. “You know you’re the perfect man, don’t you?”
“Remember that when you’re screaming for release and I won’t give it to you.”
“I think my body has a mind of its own.”
“I promise to find out for sure.”
“What about you?” she asked shyly.
His gaze dropped to her mouth and he slowly ran a finger over her soft lips. “I fantasize about your sweet mouth taking my cock.”
Even with desire shining in her sensual gaze, her insecurities came through. “It’s not something I’m good at.”
His chest rumbled, but he managed to hold back full out laughter and just tightened his arms. She was so incredibly perfect. “I’m a man, the worst blow job I’ve ever had was great.”
A whisper of a smile transformed her look of self-doubt to that of vixen at large. “I want to please you.”
If he could wrap her up and take her back to the hotel to share with Stephon, he would. “Everything we’ve done pleases me.”
Her eyes crinkled slightly in mirth before saying, “Then show me how to improve on your worst blow job ever.”
He loved this fun side of her. “I’m happy to be your guinea pig.”
She wiggled slightly so his cock slipped over the bare skin of her hip and thrust out. She looked down in admiration, but then she giggled softly. “You’re a lot bigger than a guinea pig.”
He didn’t stop and think about his next move—just turned and quickly flipped her over his lap fighting an internal groan when his cock settled between the perfect indent of her thighs.
She cried out with a startled laugh, but groaned when his hand smoothed over her ass and his fingers delved along the folds of her pussy.
“I’m fighting the need to spank your delectable ass.” Just imagining his handprint on her ass had his cock seeking the hot comfort her body could provide.
Through her laughter, she managed to challenge, “Don’t you dare. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“It’s kind of like the nipple clamps. I promise it will hurt so g
ood.”
“No. Please.” Her breathing increased with the steady rhythm of his palm.
“Hmm, it’s not the word red but I’ll take it.” He removed his fingers, but held her in place.
“What are you doing?”
“Punishing you for your smart mouth. A guinea pig probably has the smallest pecker alive.” He felt her chest rumble in suppressed laughter.
“How is this punishing me?”
“You’ll see.” Running his hand over the curves of her backside, he pictured Stephon taking her pussy while Matt slid past the tight inner muscles of her ass. He fought back the image, knowing he was close to embarrassing himself. Reaching over, he grabbed the rabbit. “Spread your thighs for me, baby.”
She moved her legs a few inches.
“More.” The command was back in his voice. He turned the rabbit on and used it to replace his fingers.
“Ahhh, that feels wonderful.”
“I’m sure it does.” He pulled the vibrator away and soothed her sensitive skin with his other hand. When her breathing slowed, he put the toy back in her pussy. She tried to press back into his hand, so he placed his other palm on her lower back and held her still. She sighed with frustration, but then just let her body relax into the sensation of the toy. He removed it again.
“That’s not fair.” Her frustration level rose, which was exactly what he wanted.
“Nope, but without spanking you, this is the best I can do.”
She was sly. “Did you forget about your blow job?”
He laughed full out. “A man never forgets a blow job. I’ll begin your oral training momentarily.” He turned up the vibration and concentrated on her clit.
“I hate you,” she said on a breathy groan.
He loved the sexy resonance of her verbal responses. He could only imagine her reactions after hours of sexual frustration. He moved the rabbit off her swollen clit and teased the opening of her pussy while enjoying their verbal exchange. “I’m sure you do, but this is the view I’ll dream about long after tonight.”
Her legs tensed and her face sank into the mattress, her words muffled, “Please, I can’t take any more.”
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