Old Enough

by Charmaine Pauls

  “You cleaned my kitchen.”

  His lips tilt in the sexiest way. “Obviously.”

  That damn dimple. “Why?”

  He shrugs. “I knew you’d probably come home late and be tired.”

  His consideration makes a dent in my apprehension. No one has ever made my life easier in such a sweet way.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” he says in that same warm tone from earlier.

  He lifts something from the counter, holding it in both hands. A coil of rope. He gives a pluck, testing the stretch. He doesn’t say anything. He simply holds my eyes, his gaze communicating a thousand words.

  The fear I crave blooms in my chest. The chain breaks, and the dragon is free. My breath catches more at that knowledge than the sight of the rope.

  He walks around the counter and stops a distance away from me. “Go to the bedroom and undress. When you’re naked, lie down on the bed. Don’t speak unless you have questions or requests. Otherwise, feel free to be as loud as you wish.”

  My heartbeat spikes. My skin pricks, every follicle humming with awareness. His intention is obvious. I want it, even if I shouldn’t, but it’s too late to turn back. He successfully unleashed the perverted side of me.

  I take one step. Two. Dropping my purse on a chair, I walk past him to the hallway. He’s barefoot. The only evidence that he’s following is the snapping sound of the rope behind me.

  In the bedroom, I turn to face him. I can undress for him. I can take it as hard as he wants to give. Can I let him bind me? Can I risk giving up that much control?

  “Shoes first,” he says, watching me with his arms crossed over his chest, the rope dangling down his side.

  The single order makes it easier to comply. I kick off the one heel, then the other.

  “Now the dress.”

  Holding his eyes, I pull the zipper down slowly. My hands tremble when I push the fabric over my arms. The linen is heavy and the silk lining smooth. The dress swooshes down my body and pools around my feet. I’m standing in front of him in only my underwear, trying to imagine what he sees. My stomach flutters with nerves. I’ve never put myself on display for a man, not like this. Not wearing three chiffon triangles that provide nothing but a sheer hue of green over my skin. I’m over-conscious of my hardened nipples and the dark patch between my thighs.

  For long seconds, he looks at me like I’m porn. He doesn’t hide the hungry look in his eyes as he unashamedly studies my breasts before dropping his gaze to the center of my legs. Draping the rope around his neck, he closes the distance. His fingers clench around the ends of the rope while his torso rises and falls with his breaths. He reaches out to circle an areola ever so slowly. My breast tightens under the light caress, my own breaths coming shallow and fast. He traces my cleavage and draws a line to my stomach, giving the action his full attention. When he reaches the lace-trimmed panties, he drags his gaze back to mine. In the soft light of the nightstand lamp, his eyes are dark and intense. The desire in his expression is so thick he must have a hard time controlling himself. His body is tense, like a tightly coiled spring, but the self-assured and calm way in which he walks around me as he completes his assessment tells me he’s the master of his lust. I tremble under his scrutiny, feeling every sweep of his eyes like a physical touch.

  He speaks calmly, but with authority. “On second thought, keep the underwear on. Now get onto the bed. Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

  I glance at the rope. “Brian, I…” I wet my dry lips. “I’m not sure about this.”

  He leans in close enough for my flimsily covered nipples to brush his chest. A big hand cups my face. There’s so much gentleness in the touch I can’t help but melt against him.

  His look is warm and reassuring. His voice is a gentle whisper. “Trust me, Jane.”

  I stare up at him. Do I trust him? Do I have enough confidence in his intentions to let him tie me up? Once I’m secured, he can do anything to me.

  He watches me closely, searching my eyes as my internal battle continues. I want to give in with my whole heart, but my brain is screaming caution. It’s not what clever girls do. It’s not like me to be irresponsible. I don’t know him. Not really. If I’m wise, I’ll say no, but the pull of my body outweighs the rationality of my mind.

  I need more reassurance. “Will you untie me if I ask?”

  His answer is curt. “No.”

  My lips part on a silent gasp.

  He runs a thumb over my cheek. “I want to push you, tonight. You’ll ask me to untie you long before you’ve reached your threshold. I want to show you how much pleasure you’re capable of feeling, but you have to trust that I won’t exceed your limits.”

  I swallow, fear and arousal sending heat to every crevice of my body. “How will you know my limits?”

  “I’m good at reading signs.”

  “What kind of signs?”

  “The size of your pupils, the focus of your eyes, the contraction of your muscles, your pulse, heart rate, and how wet you are.”

  “Wow.” I utter an uncomfortable laugh. “You must have quite some experience.”

  “None that matters.”

  Is he saying this matters? Him and me? He drags his palm from my cheek to my shoulder, the earlier predator touch when he traced my nipple now something different, something gentle.

  “I want to make you come harder than what you believe is possible, Jane.”

  “I’ll be happy with coming by normal standards.” He’s the first man in twelve years who gave me an orgasm.

  “This is for me, not you.”

  I blink up at him. “What do you get out of it?”

  “I get off on your pleasure. The harder you come, the more intense it is for me. I can’t explain it. It’s more of a mental than a physical thing.”

  My restraint is starting to slip. “Are you going to hurt me?”

  “Not unless you want me to.”

  “You said no talking. How do we communicate?”

  “I said no talking unless you have questions or requests. While I’m working your body, I want to concentrate on the task and only that. Talking is for after, as much as you like.”

  I’m combusting from his words alone.

  “Can you do this for me, Jane?” His voice is already praising me, encouraging me for a decision I’m about to take. “Can you trust me?”

  If he was going to abuse me, he could’ve done so by now. Nothing stops him from overpowering me and tying me up against my will. The fact that he asks for my consent is what finally sways me.

  Walking over to the bed, I do what he told me.

  Brian

  Jane climbs onto the bed and spreads her legs for me. If I feel between those slender thighs, I’ll find her wet. I already know what turns her on. Her body is willing, but her mind is uncertain. I can see it in the way she bites her lip and keep her arms pressed tightly against her sides. No one has ever gone this far with her. That’s good. I like to be first. Ultimately, I will be the only one. I can prove to her how good we’ll be together. Tonight, I had to ask for her trust. From here on, she’ll give me her trust freely, because I’m going to work hard to earn it.

  Sliding my hand down her calve, I caress her ankle before tying one end of the rope around it. Her skin is soft in contrast to the roughness of the hessian fiber. If I’d planned this in advance, I would’ve gotten a rope made from silk, but my impromptu decision had me improvise. I had to make do with what I had on hand. Her right ankle follows next. Rounding the bed, I gently lift her arm and tie her wrist to the bedpost. When I’m done on the other side, she’s spread-eagled with enough room to bend her knees. From her wrist, the rope goes under her knee. When I pull it through the side frame of the bed’s base, I force her bent knee sideways, opening up her pretty cunt. The rope reaches all the way to the other side, where I do the same. I step back to admire the picture. The flimsy green fabric doesn’t hide much. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
/>   I strip fast. There’s nothing I like better than the feel of her skin all over me. Her eyes widen a fraction as I climb between her legs. My cock is painfully hard and my arousal difficult to contain, but I push my own sensations on the backburner as I home in on hers. It’s vital that I read her right. My princess likes it when I talk dirty. The spanking made her wet. From the way she anticipated and accepted it, she’s had spankings before. She likes it a little slutty and rough. I palm one breast while tweaking the nipple of the other. She arches her back, offering me more. Flicking down the cup of her bra, I let one perfect curve spill over. The underwire pushes up her tit, plumping it for my mouth. I swear her nipple tastes sweet. The way it hardens on my tongue makes pre-cum rush to the tip of my cock. I’m greedy, so I take as much as I can fit into my mouth before letting out slowly, sucking extra hard and stretching her nipple as far as it’ll go. She yelps, but a flush colors her neck. There’s a red mark around her nipple when I’m done. Her breasts are gorgeous, but they’re perfect with my mark on them.

  It’s time to start playing in all earnest. Moving the elastic of her panties aside, I find purchase in her trimmed pussy hair. A gentle tug prepares her for what’s to come. Using it as leverage, I pull her pussy lips apart like that first time in her kitchen. Holding her open like this exposes her clit and the moisture that covers her slit. I can’t help but steal a taste, dipping my tongue inside before circling her clit. Her hips lift off the mattress when I suck almost as hard as on her nipple. Stunning. She’s got the prettiest cunt I’ve eaten. I take my time to look at her, long enough to make her squirm, before I grab a pillow.

  “Lift your hips.”

  I slip the pillow under her lower back, lifting her butt and giving me access to her asshole. She tenses when I trace the tight pucker.

  “Have you been fucked here?”

  She shakes her head.

  As I’d thought. I love tits, but I’m an ass man, and by God, Jane has the hottest ass. The globes are tight and firm, perfectly rounded. I’ll never get enough of spanking and fucking her ass.

  “Would you like to see how my cock sinks all the way in here?” I lick my finger and breach the ring of muscle with my fingertip.

  She squeals.

  “Would you like to feel me come in your ass?”

  Straining her neck, she looks at me. “Do you like it?”

  “I do.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s different. It’s tight. I like to possess as much as I can, which makes every hole in your body a challenge.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “It’s different for everyone. It always hurts to various degrees. Some women like it better than others.” Enough talk of anal for now. “Did your ex make you come?”

  A frown pleats her brow. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “Just answer the question. Did he get you off?”

  She shakes her head again.

  “How do you climax? Fingers or vibrator?”

  Her cheeks turn pink. “Vibrator.”

  “Where is it?”

  “Why?”

  “You trust me, remember?”

  Her throat moves as she swallows. She turns her head toward the nightstand. “In the drawer.”

  “Lube?”

  “In there, too.”

  Leaning over, I open the drawer and locate the items. The vibrator is a simple rabbit model with a rubber dildo and adjustable speeds. I test the switch to make sure it’s charged and leave it on the bed next to the lube.

  For the next few minutes, I do nothing more than run my hands over her body, covering every inch of skin. I want her relaxed and at ease. I make sure I frequently touch her nipples and pussy, keeping her primed so she doesn’t fall out of a state of arousal. When her arms and legs are slack, I cover my finger with lube and start working on her ass. At first, she resists, pushing me out, but when she gets used to the sensation I manage to fit two fingers without making her tense up again. Keeping my fingers where they are, I go down on her. I fuck her pussy with my tongue and lick her clit until she writhes in the tight hold of the rope. When her moans turn to pants, I start moving my fingers. Her focus is on coming. She’s close. Using the distraction, I fuck her ass gently but deep with my hand, twisting to stretch her after every pump. Her abdomen contracts a second before her pussy tightens around my tongue. She cries out softly, lifting her head to look at me. Her neck muscles strain, and her back arches. The tangy taste that’s all woman, sophisticated sensuality, and dirty sex intensifies as she comes. I fuck both holes with soft pressure but a determined pace, prolonging the orgasm until her body collapses, her shoulders falling back onto the mattress. Before the euphoria wears off, I gather more of the lube that slickens her ass and carefully insert a third finger. Her channel is supple, taking me easily. It won’t take much work to fit my cock. After a last few pumps and twists, I pull out slowly.

  She’s still catching her breath with her head thrown back and her eyes closed when I lubricate the vibrator and slip it inside her pussy, angling the bunny ears toward her clit. She moans as I thrust in and out, setting a slow rhythm. I can watch her cunt take the vibrator all night. Her pussy lips stretch around the intrusion, putting her clit on display. Beautiful. Using two fingers, I pull up the hood of her little nub. I almost come from the sight. Her feminine parts are swollen and pink. It makes me want to sink my cock into her and take her as deep as I can. I want to wring everything out of her, every ounce that’s bottled up inside her gorgeously toned body until her limbs are boneless and her voice hoarse. The intensity of my need to take her to that dangerous point is new. I’ve always put a woman’s pleasure first, but I’ve never felt a need to make it so absolute, all-consuming, and complete that when my cum drips from her ass she’ll remember nothing but my name. When she thinks about sex, I’ll be the one she recalls. When she craves an orgasm, I’ll be the one she longs for. When she dreams about fucking, it’ll be my face she sees. I want to ruin her. I want to take a place in her life–present, past, and future–that no other man can ever take.

  The idea makes me feverish. Anxious. I won’t rest until I’ve accomplished my objective. I want to kiss her, but the urgency burning in my gut won’t let me. It’s like I’m running a race, and I’m dead scared of losing. I’m dead scared someone else will make it over the finish line first. I give her more. Harder. The wet sound of the toy fucking her cunt turns louder and faster. So do her moans. The room smells of woman, rubber, and lube. It’s intoxicating as hell. I’m sweating from arousal rather than exertion. On the contrary, the perspiration on her brow is from pure, physical output. I’ve taken it easy on her with the first orgasm, making it quick and effortless. The second one won’t be a walk in the park, but it’ll be worth it.

  Gathering more lube, I slip a finger into her ass again. The passage is slick. Two, three fingers. I switch the vibrator onto a low setting. The hum of the toy penetrates the thin wall between her vagina and anus. The vibration tickles my fingers. My left hand keeps the vibrator in place while the fingers of my right hand play in her ass. When there’s too little reaction from the beautiful nymph lying half-naked and trussed on the bed, I readjust the bunny ears. Spot on. Her inner thighs jerk, and her legs strain to close, but the ropes keep them open. Her asshole clenches around my fingers. She tosses, turning her head from side to side.

  That’s it, princess. Feel it. This is one is going to make you sweat.

  I have an urge to talk her through it, but I’m too busy concentrating on the signals of her body, plus it will take away some of the surprise effect, and surprise is part of the pleasure. Instead, I keep the conversation in my head, enjoying the noises she’s making. They’re rawer now, less inhibited than before. I use her ass harder and speed up the vibrator. She utters a cry that sounds close to desperation, but it will be a long time yet before she comes again.

  “Brian, please.”

  It’s a request to finish her, but she’s a strong, fit woman. Sh
e can take a whole lot more.

  “Brian. I can’t.”

  “You trust me, princess.”

  Turning the bunny ears from side to side, I tease her clit until her hips lift off the mattress. Every time I sense she’s close, I remove the stimulation, letting the vibration inside keep her on the edge. We carry on like this until her abs must be sore from spasms. Her whole body is slick with perspiration from the workout I’m giving her pussy and ass. I’m making sure she’ll feel it everywhere tomorrow, from her shoulders to her calves. I want her to remember me every time she moves.

  “Brian. It’s too much.”

  “You can take it.”

  “I can’t. I can’t come again.”

  Just to prove her wrong, I flick the vibrator onto a higher speed. Her reaction is fucking perfect. It’s dizzying to watch. Her eyes grow large and then turn out of focus. Her whole upper body lifts off the bed. It’s like a perverse scene from Poltergeist–a pretty, tied-up woman possessed with pleasure. She gasps, sucking in air, chasing the release that’s building too slowly while my fingers fuck her stretched pucker. A little bit faster, pushing the vibrator a little bit deeper, and she clenches her teeth. A cry escapes her lips. She pants, breathing hard.

  “Oh, fuck. No. Yes. Oh, God.”

  A slow orgasm detonates through her body, pulling her abdomen so tight the vibrator is sucked deeper and her ass squeezes my fingers hard. Perfect. It holds and holds. She gnashes her teeth, biting back a scream. Her fingers clench around the rope that binds her. I’m mesmerized. I’ve never seen anyone come so hard or long. When her eyes roll back in her head, it’s my cue to cut the stimulation. I free the vibrator, careful not to yank and tear her overstretched skin, and give her ass a reprieve. She sinks back against the sheets, her hair damp and disheveled, but her make-up still in place. Her lips are the kind of red only a lady or whore can pull off. I want to kiss her and smear that lipstick all over her face, but my cock is about to explode. I wasn’t joking when I said her pleasure gets me off. The harder she comes, the more turned on I am. Since she needs a small break before her next climax…