by Kim Dare
Glancing up, she seemed uncertain the move would be well received, but while she waited for his reaction she didn't waste time. She began to bob her head, wrapping her lips tight around his shaft. It wasn't like he hadn't enjoyed the visual, but Vincent was past the point of caring how the thing got on him. The feel of her mouth around him was the important thing.
Lacking any specific instructions, Hannah seemed to adopt a hit-and-miss approach, giving him a bit of everything. After several swift strokes, taking him as far into her mouth as she could, she retreated and concentrated on the head, swirling her tongue over the latex, teasing her lips over the shaft. Dropping down further, she paid due attention to his balls, lapping kisses against them before moving back up his shaft.
As she took him in her mouth again, Vincent couldn't control the instinct to thrust into the welcoming heat. Her movements faltered for a second, with her lips wrapped around the head. She stilled completely. Looking up at him, Hannah tilted her head back, offering him a better angle along with complete control of the motion.
There was no uncertainty in her eyes, no fear. He gladly took what she offered. Sliding his hands into her hair, he cradled Hannah's head in his palms and thrust into her mouth. She murmured around him and worked her tongue as best she could, trying to match and complement his movements. Her lips thinned into a narrow pink line around his shaft while she sucked on his cock and created a perfect vacuum for his enjoyment.
Her eyes dropped closed.
Unacceptable.
"Open your eyes, Hannah,” he demanded.
Lost in the moment, she didn't do what she was told. Vincent stilled in her mouth. She blinked her eyes open, looking up at him in an irresistible mixture of confusion and arousal.
"Keep your eyes open,” he ordered.
She blinked once. Perhaps that meant yes. Perhaps not. Either way, she kept her eyes open as he began to thrust into her mouth again. Her eyes remained open, staring up at him. By the time he reached his climax, thrusting hard and fast into her mouth while he held her head still to receive him, her irises were so dark with pleasure they appeared black rather than blue.
Vincent let their gazes linger together until she looked down. Slipping his softening cock from her mouth, Vincent tidied himself away and, after a moment trying to remember where the hell he put the bin, dispensed with the condom. He took a seat on the edge of his bed. A look at the floor by his feet brought Hannah to kneel in front of him. She was pleasingly good at reading non-verbal cues.
"You must be starting to doubt my word,” he said, pushing her hair back. He stroked her forehead where it wrinkled in confusion. “I promised to tie you up, didn't I?"
Hannah nodded.
"I always keep my promises."
Standing up, Vincent stepped past her and grabbed the soft leather cuffs he wanted from the toy box. They wouldn't leave a mark on Hannah's skin when they were removed, but the links between the cuffs were metal, and Vincent knew they'd rattle beautifully against the bed frame every time she made the slightest movement.
He let her see the cuffs on purpose, to let her know what was coming. Her eyes fixed on the metal and leather—hungry and eager to feel them around her wrists.
"Up. In the middle of the bed."
Hannah lay down on her back in the middle of the bed, placing her head down low, so she wasn't touching the pillows. Vincent understood a submissive's inclination not to take any liberties, but she obviously didn't need that sort of discomfort to get into the right frame of mind. She was already there.
Sitting on the bed next to her, he took one of the pillows and lifted her head to slide the thick cushioned comfort behind her neck. Lowering her head back down, he stroked her hair, fanning the waves out on the pillow.
She looked down, not in submission but as if she was embarrassed by his consideration. Vincent stroked his fingers through the curls again, studying her downcast eyes.
Taking the cuffs, he wrapped one around her right wrist and then the other around the left. She lifted her gaze and watched his hands bind the leather around her wrists. Each cuff was attached to twelve inches of chain. Taking one of the lengths, Vincent secured it to the bed frame above her head before repeating the process with her other cuff, clipping it to another sinuous brass rail on the far side of the pillow.
The black showed off the paleness of Hannah's skin perfectly—just the way he knew it would when he first saw her in the bar. She looked glorious spread out on his bed, just waiting for him to do what he pleased with her.
He pushed her hair back again. It really did have a mind of its own, always falling into her face. She tilted her head back to offer the thank you smile. Her lips were slightly parted in expectation, but whatever she expected it wasn't the touch of his lips to hers. Hannah drew a quick, shocked breath.
Vincent let her get used to the idea for a moment, not demanding anything, just brushing their lips together. When she still seemed hesitant, he withdrew. He looked up at the doorbell still in her grasp. She hadn't pressed the button to say her safe word, but that didn't mean she was one hundred percent in favour of the kiss.
"Do you kiss?” he asked. People had some boundaries in strange places—over the years he'd spent the night with quite a few people who would do anything, really anything, except kiss on the mouth.
Hannah's tongue flickered out and moistened her lips. She nodded. So it wasn't a question of acceptance but expectation. She didn't expect a man she spent a casual night with to kiss her—to want to kiss her. When he brought their lips together again, she was still hesitant—like a teenager having her first grown up kiss.
Hannah seemed to enjoy the feel of his mouth against hers. She tilted her head back on the pillow, offering him her lips. She just didn't appear entirely sure what was expected of her in return. Sliding his tongue against her mouth he coaxed her to let him inside. When she understood, she didn't hesitate to give him the access he wanted.
He let his lips play against hers as his tongue tasted Hannah's mouth. When he pulled away she made the tiniest sound in her throat. Maybe it was only novelty, but she liked being kissed. He teased her, keeping their lips apart for a few seconds while he looked down at her.
Supporting his weight above her with his hands resting on either side of her body, he loomed over her. She didn't seem to notice or care. Her eyes were still fastened on his lips. Was that why she watched his lips so often? She was wondering if he was going to kiss her? Vincent smiled down at her. He lifted one hand from the mattress and stroked her lips with his fingertips.
"You have a beautiful mouth."
She bit her lip. Her teeth scraped against his fingertip. Hannah's eyes flashed up to meet his when she realised what she'd done. Afraid? He judged her expression. No, not afraid, wary, watchful, waiting to see what would happen next.
Vincent smiled. “You have beautiful teeth too,” he teased.
She looked down, a slight smile teasing the corners of her lips.
"You must know that,” he mused. Leaning back a bit, he looked down her body. She was stunning. “Everyone must tell you you're gorgeous."
He trailed his fingers down her throat. “I bet you have a beautiful voice too."
Hannah shook her head.
"You won't let me hear it?"
She shook her head again, very determined on that point.
"Will you scream for me?"
She shook her head again. Some of the wariness faded from her eyes.
A lot of people went silent when they came and if it was just the way they were wired Vincent could accept that. However, the consistent and constant silence by choice was starting to wear on his nerves.
Even if he couldn't raise a scream out of her, he would have to see what he could do to convince Hannah to make some noise for him. With suitable effort he should have a few words presented to him, even if they were just curses.
He had to have her voice.
Leaning over her, he kissed her voice box, letting his lips
and tongue play over it, feeling the movements in her throat as she swallowed down her emotions. He grazed it lightly with his teeth, stopping just short of leaving a love bite to mark the spot.
Vincent trailed his mouth lower and began to explore her body in earnest. Trailing his lips against her skin, flicking his tongue out to taste the faint trace of nervous salt, he kissed along the line of her throat and her collarbone and made his way lower again. Even before he reached them, her nipples were peaked expectantly. He trailed kisses across her breast, apparently at random, never quite touching the nipple.
For longer than he expected, Hannah stayed still and silent. When he heard a very faint clink of chains against the bed frame he smiled against her soft skin. Taking one nipple between his lips as reward for the sound, he began to tease it with his tongue.
Tugging at the sensitive skin very gently with his teeth, he looked up. Her back was arched, her head pressed into the pillow. Her eyes were closed.
"Keep your eyes open, Hannah."
He let the words trail across her breast, the words caressing her moist nipple.
She blinked and looked down at him, seeming to register he spoke, but not really understanding the words. But her eyes were open and that was all that mattered to Vincent. He resumed his exploration of her body and moved down across the slight curve of her stomach. Taking his time, stopping to tease any patch of skin which caught his attention, he flicked his tongue into her belly button, making her muscles jump and shudder.
As he kissed further down, Hannah eagerly spread her legs for him and Vincent knelt between them. Coaxing her to bend her knees and tilt her hips back to better give him the access he wanted, he continued his trail of kisses down between her legs.
Distracted for a few minutes by the soft silky skin on the inside of her thighs, he waited until she couldn't stop the twitches of muscles pushing her closer to his mouth, until she was desperate for something, anything more than he offered.
The chains on the bed frame rattled against the sinuous brass shapes. Sliding his hands under her bottom, Vincent lifted her slightly from the sheet. He stroked against her soft folds with his tongue. She was already so wet for him, but she wasn't desperate yet. In spite of the murmurs and rattles of chains, she hadn't come even close to saying one blasted word.
Looking up every so often to make sure she was following his orders, he stopped every time her eyes dropped closed. Time and again, she struggled to keep them open, to keep her eyes focused on what he was doing, watching him lick and kiss her and swirl his tongue around her clitoris. She watched him take her closer and closer to the edge only to stop short every time and leave her there without anything to offer her completion.
Hannah bucked in his hands. Her breaths were so uneven it seemed she might hyperventilate at any moment. Minutes passed and Vincent realised she had already given up trying to control her reactions to his teasing. She writhed under his tongue and his touch, struggling against the restraints as she tried to free her hands from the leather and reach for her lover. The chains rattled against the bed frame in a wonderful cacophony of metal on metal.
Yet she was still stubbornly silent.
Reluctant to admit defeat, he kept working her to fever pitch, over and over again. He tempted her with her orgasm, letting her think she would be allowed to come, only to back away when one more touch, one more lick, would take her over the edge.
Hannah's legs trembled on either side of him. She kicked at the mattress, trying to achieve a purchase which would let her control her movements against his tongue. Her head thrashed on the pillow.
A desperate little whimper escaped from the back of her throat and Vincent had no choice but to be happy with that little whisper of success. He had to acknowledge she wasn't going to say anything no matter how long he teased her.
There was nowhere else to go, nowhere else he could take Hannah without hurting her just to prove his point. Not to mention that, in spite of the wonderful blowjob not so long ago, he was once more hard and feeling very confined in his jeans.
She looked down at him, her face flushed, her eyes wild, her lips parted around gasping breaths. He stopped teasing. Sliding two fingers inside her slit, he crooked them against her g-spot and beckoned her orgasm out of her as his lips and tongue returned to her clitoris.
Hannah came, bucking violently against his mouth, clenching frantically around his fingers. Vincent stayed where he was for long enough to let her enjoy her orgasm. Then, taking the absolute minimum amount of time to unzip and push his jeans out of the way, he grabbed a condom and deftly sheathed himself in the latex.
Hannah blinked up at him. Dazed by afterglow and not down from her own orgasm, she let her legs fall further apart in invitation. He didn't have time for the rest of his clothes, he didn't have time for anything. Holding her steady, he slid into her body in one long perfect thrust.
Vincent knew he should have taken more time. He wanted to feel his skin against hers and know every inch of her belonged to him. His clothes were in the way.
Encased in Hannah's body, feeling her tight heat around his cock, he couldn't bring himself to pull away and shake off his clothes, he could barely convince himself to pull away from her at all—not even for the joy of thrusting back into her slit.
He kissed Hannah, just savouring the contact while he held still inside her for several long seconds. Then the instinct to thrust took over and he began to move. The wonderfully hot cocoon around his shaft achieved a higher plane of perfection. Hannah was still twitchy from her orgasm. The last tremors hadn't completely faded from her body. If Vincent was right, there was enough tension left from the teasing and her first climax wouldn't remain her last for long.
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Chapter Three
Hannah gasped. Her head jerked back. Her eyes fell closed.
"Open your eyes.” It took more control than Vincent ever knew he possessed to freeze in one position, but he tensed every muscle and refused to move again until she obeyed his command.
She slowly blinked her eyes open.
Taking up his rhythm once more, Vincent watched Hannah struggle to keep her eyes open and follow his orders. Her gaze was so full of need and trust and blatant desire. She was so perfect around him. He was sure everything was going to be over embarrassingly quickly.
Somehow it wasn't, somehow he lasted until he felt her clench and tremble around him. As soon as she reached her second orgasm, Hannah's internal muscles contracting around his shaft made it impossible for him to last a moment longer. With one last deep thrust, burying himself as far as he could in her body, Vincent came.
Catching most of his weight off her took all the energy he had left. He stayed there, supporting himself above Hannah and softening inside her until he could summon up enough energy to slip from her body and roll to one side.
He dispensed with the condom and tidied himself away out of habit more than anything else. Turning his head on the pillow, he looked across at Hannah, still naked and bound on his bed. As he watched her, she turned her face towards him. One glance into his eyes and she looked down.
Vincent took a slow deep breath, excessively pleased with the world. He didn't have enough momentum to get up and get undressed but he somehow pulled together the energy required to roll onto his side and unclip the metal chains binding Hannah to the bed frame.
Even when she wasn't tied down, she looked to him for permission before she moved. He nodded and encouraged her to bring her arms down from above her head and her wrists together.
She didn't show any sign of discomfort. She had to be used to real bondage.
He really could have done without the reminder she must have played such games with a great many other men before him. A brief glance at his watch told Vincent that she didn't have to rush off just yet. Hannah was his for a little while longer. He left the cuffs around her wrists and used the chains to lead her into a comfortable position curled against his side.
She hesitated, obviously not sure what he wanted from her. She looked at her clothes on the box across the room for permission to get dressed and leave.
Vincent shook his head. “Not yet."
Hannah looked pointedly back at her clothes again. Suddenly wary of him, she didn't relax against Vincent's side the way he wanted. Transferring the two cuff chains to the hand he rested on his chest, he grappled with the blanket and pulled it up over Hannah's naked body. It would keep her warmer than her scrap of a dress could anyway.
"You've got time to rest,” he told her, stroking her hair and tucking the rebellious curl behind her ear.
That encouraged her to settle somewhat.
"Don't worry,” he ordered. “If you fall asleep, I'll wake you in plenty of time.” He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head—the only part of her available while she rested her head on his chest the way he wanted her to.
Eventually her tension seemed to drain away and she curled her naked body more comfortably against his clothed one. He stroked her bare skin, caressing her back and the curve of her hip, but he didn't let his hands stray anywhere less innocent. There wasn't the time or the energy for a third round for either of them that night.
When her breathing evened out and Hannah began to doze in his arms, Vincent forced his thoughts into some sort of order. The promise to wake her meant he couldn't afford to fall asleep himself. Shifting in her light sleep, she cuddled closer. Apparently the bindings on her hands didn't bother her at all.
The idea she would soon leave him bothered Vincent. He wasn't going to let her wander away now that he had her. They'd have to do this again. What Frank said about no repeat performances could be damned. There would be repeats, a great many repeats at all available opportunities.
Right then didn't seem to be the most appropriate time to point that fact out to Hannah. Just because he wasn't feeling the least bit casual about their casual hook-up, he couldn't assume she would be on the same page as him.