He grinned at her, licking her juices from his lips. "I thought I'd take my time. Hope you don't mind. But if you do…" He shrugged his shoulders."Too bad."
Anger flashed across her features and she tried to kick him, only to have her leg wrenched by the bonds still holding her. "God damn it, Sebastian, I swear when I get my hands on you, I'm going to kill you!"
"You'd regret it," he said with absolute conviction and bent down to resume his efforts.
She wailed as his mouth settled on her once again, damp flesh cooled by his earlier abandonment searing with the warmth of his mouth yet again. "I wouldn't," she moaned, her whole body tensing with the rising pleasure he created.
It continued like that until Sebastian lost count of how many times he pushed her to the brink and pulled back at the last moment. Laura's threats and pleas became more breathless and strained as he kept pushing her on and pulling her back.
He sat up finally, watching her gasp for breath, trying to gather herself for yet another litany of curses. His cock was screaming for attention, begging for some reprieve, but it was still too soon.
Anticipating his next attack, he said, "I'm ready for something new, how about you?"
Not waiting for an answer, he crawled over to her nightstand and began riffling through it.
Thin rivulets of sweat tickled down the sides of her breasts and along the insides of her legs as she fought for breath, almost relieved as he once again backed away to leave her unfulfilled. She struggled to bring her breathing under control, to slow the pounding of her heart even as he left the bed. Even the sound of the bedside drawer opening couldn't make her open her eyes.
It was the gentle sound of glass on glass that finally got her attention.
She looked up to see Sebastian sitting back on his haunches, a long silk string bearing five crystal spheres dangling from his fingertips."No," she insisted weakly. "No, Sebastian, don't."
He just chuckled unrepentantly and returned to his position between her legs.
One coarse fingertip tickled at her opening, then traced her wetness to the tight iris between her ass cheeks. It was a meaningless gesture, as the endless rounds of mouth play had let a river of moisture trail down and soak her other hole. Almost lovingly, he breached her even as his mouth started placing gentle kisses on her pussy to distract her from his actions. But she wouldn't be distracted. She knew what was coming and herwhole body tensed in anticipation.
As he slowly introduced the beads one by one, Sebastian thought back to the weekend they spent in Napa where they had purchased these. It had been one of their more relaxed weekends, no games, almost normal really. The shop was an innocuous little building just down the street from their bed and breakfast. He remembered how her eyes lit up when she found them. Naturally, he had been the guinea pig to try them out. He remembered the cold, hard, unforgiving smoothness of them as she slipped them inside him. The beads had been a favored toy in their encounters for a few months after that.
The first sphere was icy against her pucker, making her cry out in shock as he slowly and deliberately forced it through the tight ring of muscle and into her. Skin cooled by the first, the second was less startling but the stretch within her grew until with the fifth one her eyes started to water, her lungs billowing as she fought for breath. Never did his mouth slow, tongue circling the outlines of her slit before his lips closed affectionately against her clit. And then holding her down, his finger slipped into her cunt to trace the outline of each sphere through the thin barrier that divided her channels. She couldn't escape, could only writhe and whimper softly at the onslaught. Her weak protestations only seemed to encourage him. He affectionately ran his finger along the smooth ridges again and
she lost her grip on her resolve, breaking bit by bit. He gave Laura's clit a teasing nibble before first removing mouth,
then finger, then beads with the same slow precision he'd begun with. Her muscles fought as instinctively to keep the spheres in as they had to keep them out. Sebastian pulled slowly, relentlessly, until at last the first came out with a muffled pop, dragging a whimpered moan from her. He took his time, in no hurry, resting between beads for long minutes until she started to doubt he meant to remove them at all, before carefully tugging out the next one.
By the time the last one came out, she was shattered. Her whole body trembled with the need to come, to find any kind of relief from the constant, desperate arousal he had generated. But she knew now that he wasn't going to let her off until he was ready for it, until he had gotten what he wanted from her. And she didn't think she could hold out much longer. The beads set aside, he began a slow torturous ascent, retracing the path he had taken on the way down. He lingered again at her stomach, then at her breasts, finally relieving her of the clamps. At last he came face-to-face with her. She seemed to have trouble focusing, and she held her silence.
Placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, Sebastian brushed her hair back off her face. "I don't think you've ever been more beautiful," he said in awe. He reached between them and placed his cock at her entrance, praying he could hold himself in check. He refused to come until she did, and he wasn't ready for that just yet. Leaning down to her ear, he asked, "Ready?" then began to push into her by agonizing degrees, her heat threatening to send him into release. He stopped about halfway, focusing to keep his own body from getting away from him. Satisfied with his control again, he continued sheathing himself in Laura's clutching quim.
She hated it when he took the time to really make love to her. Sebastian knew that. As with admitting his feelings toward her, this was something he had also taken great care to avoid. While it hadn't gotten him thrown out of the house and her life like the other had, it had left him clad only in a towel on the other side of a locked door during that weekend in Napa. It was part of what led to the purchase of the crystal beads—Laura returning the precarious balance he had upset. This time he hoped to readjust that balance somewhat. He buried his head against her neck, losing himself in her lush depths and the salty taste of her skin. The words lingered on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back. Not yet, not quite yet.
Instead, he murmured, "Heaven," against her neck as he withdrew and plunged into her quim again and again. She had to come. He had too much power over her like this. She had to take that away
from him. Closing her eyes, she let memory and imagination take over, filling her head with erotic, orgasmic images that, coupled with the fricative slide of his cock within her, brought her gasping and writhing so close to the edge that she could feel it start to take her. Sebastian didn't notice her scheme until it was nearly too late. "Oh, no you don't, my girl," he chastised, withdrawing from her completely and deeply regretting it the moment the cool air of the room caressed his cock. He certainly wouldn't try that move again anytime soon, though he knew if he'd stayed in her, muscles clutching along his length, neither of them would have lasted much longer. And for a moment he couldn't remember why that mattered.
"Laura, look at me," he commanded. She did, eventually, rebellious eyes staring him down. "You will not try that again. Am I making myself clear?"
She glared at him, her body flushed with denied release. "Stop me," she demanded hoarsely.
"I can stop altogether. And this time, when I walk out the door, I won't just be going downstairs," he warned calmly.
It was on the tip of her tongue to demand he do just that. Wasn't that what she'd wanted all along? But she knew it wasn't an idle threat, and she was fairly certain if he left, he'd leave her in the same condition he had the first time. So instead, she simply scowled at him. He couldn't control her thoughts, whatever he might do to her body. Let him try. Sebastian crawled back up her body and gazed down at her. "You can try, Laura, but you won't keep it up for long. I promise you that." And then he captured her mouth as his cock found its way back into her too hot channel.
His flesh had cooled slightly, reigniting her senses as he slid back into her, a joyous relief, a desperate need. She closed her eyes
and started calling on the images that had brought her so close before. That was when the words started. As he began the agonizingly slow process of building them both up again, being careful to avoid stimulating her too much, Sebastian decided now was the time to talk to Laura, really talk to her. It wasn't like he was ever going to have her this captive again.
"It all comes back to Hank, doesn't it?" he asked, the smooth cadence of his words matching the pace of his thrusts. "And the fact that he hurt you. That's it, isn't it? If it came down to it, you're dead certain that I will do the same thing, and it scares you."
Her hands clutched around the chains of the cuffs as her body rocked beneath him, her concentration destroyed by his words. "Not..." she grunted as he thrust into her again. "Not afraid."
"Not afraid?" he asked, angling his hips to increase the friction inside her channel before backing off again. "If not afraid, then what, Laura? Tell me. I'd really like to know. Because from where I stand, it looks a lot like fear." She just shook her head fiercely. She still fought him. He ceased his movements, as much as it killed him, and remained frozen and unmoving inside of her. Shifting his weight back to his knees, he managed to bring a hand up and forced her to look at him, not letting her turn away. "Answer me, Laura. This can be over a lot sooner if you'll answer me."
"You would!" She looked nearly defeated. "If I let you in, you're just going to leave me in the end. Just like Hank. Just like all the others! Why can't you just let me go?"
True, naked hurt, so rare to see in her eyes, took Sebastian aback. He stroked her hair as he resumed his slow, steady thrusts. "Christ, Laura, it's no wonder you won't trust me. I've done everything I could to keep from hurting you like this, and I've managed to do it just the same. I would do anything for you, Laura. Anything to spare you this pain. But you won't let me. Please let me try, just this once, to make it better." He gradually built the pace with no intention of stopping this time. "I need you to come for me, Laura. Please," he whispered, his kisses lightly pulling at her mouth "Will you give me that much, at least?" He ran his hand down her face, neck, chest, side, hip, slipping down between them. "Please, Laura, let me have a chance to make things up to you."
It wasn't the sensual slide of his cock or the feather-gentle caress of his fingers that drove her over. It was his words. Tinged with genuine regret and gentle sympathy in his eyes, he apologized. He made promises she had never expected him to make. Her eyes widened, her erratic breath caught in her throat, and suddenly she burst into tears as the oblivion of release sucked her in.
Sebastian held himself back as she came around him, her quim clenching around his cock, beckoning him to follow. But he couldn't yet. He needed her to have this, just to herself. His lips caught at the tears that trailed down her cheeks while he murmured soothing nothings, taking great pains to withdraw from her with as little disruption as possible.
"It's alright, Laura. Things are only going to get better," he crooned as he reached up and undid the scarf that held her wrists above her head. He turned and made quick work of the ties at her feet then slowly eased her to a sitting position. "I just need one more thing from you, my girl. One more. Can you kneel for me, Laura? Will you do that for me?"
She couldn't fight him anymore. Spent physically, emotionally, mentally, anything he wanted, she would do, all for those soft words and the uncharacteristically gentle touches. His strong hands guided her, his warm body supporting her until she rested on her knees in the center of the bed, her hands still cuffed in front of her like some supplicant or exotic concubine. Willing, submissive, gentled to his command.
He left her there, in the middle of the bed, spent, waiting. He had taken her on a hell of a long journey, but he hoped in the end, it wouldn't be for naught. Quickly retrieving a few items from her nightstand, he returned to her, moving behind her and setting the things just out of her line of sight. He wrapped himself around her, his chest, stomach and cock all flush with her back. He wrapped his arm around her middle and held her close as he placed gentled kisses along her shoulders and neck.
"Beautiful, beautiful girl. Do you know how much I love you, Laura?" He placed a lingering kiss mid-way between shoulder and neck. "I really do. So much sometimes that I wish I didn't. Things are so much simpler when you don't love someone."
Resting his chin on her shoulder, he let his right hand drift down to slowly tease through her folds, to build her back up before moving things along.
She relaxed back against him, her knees spreading almost imperceptibly to welcome his touch. But she couldn't hold back the habitual protest."You don't."
"I do. I really do," he said, his voice still gentle as his fingers slipped into her channel, gathering moisture, then slipping out again. He kept going, feeling her relax against him more and more. Finally, he withdrew his hand and moved it between them, finger seeking out the tiny pucker hidden by her round, smooth cheeks. She didn't fight his entry and offered little resistance thanks to the beads from earlier. "You're such an incredible woman, Laura Whitaker. Do you have any idea how strong you are? How brave to let me be with you like this tonight? Any man who lets you slip away from him is a fool. A complete and utter fool."
He held her like something precious even as he slowly, lovingly violated the tight clutch of muscles with the cushioned head of his cock. As soon as he had purchase, he enfolded her once again, letting his hips do the work as he caressed her with his hands and his affectionate words.
"Sebastian," she breathed, easing back against him further to take him in more.
"Laura. Beautiful. Incomparable. Laura." He accented each word with a kiss as he slipped further and further inside her hot, welcoming ass. Fully sheathed, he just rested there against her back, enjoying the tiny reactions of her muscles to his presence. "I love being inside of you, Laura. I love even more that you'll let me in. Would stay forever if I could."
He started to withdraw then, with the same care he'd taken earlier with the beads. But this had the effect of torturing him. Fuck. He was so hard, had held back so long. But he wasn't going to rush this. Not one bit.
Never breaking his stride, Sebastian's hand sought blindly off to the side until his fingers brushed over smooth, pliant hardness.
"Laura?" he asked quietly. "Do you think you can take just a bit more?"
She was lost in the feel of him, filling her, surrounding her, the world disappearing, the only tether between her and reality the soft resonance of his voice. It took her a moment to register his question. In answer, she simply nodded.
Smiling at her easy acquiescence, Sebastian moved her favorite vibrator into position. As he slipped it along her labia, Laura let out a gasp of surprise. But he never paused, continuing along the trail that led to her wet, waiting quim and guiding it in slowly, letting her grow accustomed to the added intrusion.
As the breadth of the vibrator stretched her, the normally comfortable space for it inhibited by Sebastian's cock in her rear, she whimpered and hitched against him. Renewed arousal lent her a small burst of energy, and she lifted her bound arms up over her head to drop behind his neck, giving her leverage to move against him. "Sebastian." This time his name came out as more of a low, throaty grumble.
"That's my girl," he rumbled, voice rough with arousal and ignored need. He felt the barely yielding vibrator pressing against his cock through the thin membrane between them.
"Tell me what it feels like, Laura," he ordered, flipping the switch to the lowest setting. The vibration went right through him, eliciting a low groan. "Oh, God."
She echoed his epithet as he slowly pulled the shivering vibe back out, setting a slow counterpoint to the in and out of his cock. "Feels good," she whispered. "Feels full. Enough. God, Sebastian, please move faster!"
He had no reason to deny her or himself any longer, so he complied, cock and vibrator building quickly in tempo as he flipped the toy to the next setting, and the next.
He was almost over the edge as he whispered, "Love you. So much, Laura. L
ove you."
Sebastian bucked against her, driving the shaft of the vibe a little too deep, his own cock angling against it just right. Suddenly she had no control over her body, twisting and collapsing all at once, only her linked wrists around his neck keeping her from falling in a twitching heap on the bed. She felt the jolts of his orgasm, the warm wetness suddenly seeping out around his shaft with his last few pulls, the confessions of love transformed into soft, ecstatic grunts as once again he held her tight, burying his face in her hair.
They stayed like that for long moments before Sebastian levered off the vibe and gently drew it out of her exhausted pussy. He tossed it in the open bed stand drawer. His own separation was a little more reluctant as he carefully lifted her arms from around his neck and lay her down on the pillows. She was barely aware when he unlocked the cuffs and tossed them in after the dildo.
He settled behind her once again and gathered her unresisting body into his arms. "Love you, Laura," he said one last time before falling silent.
She listened to his breathing slow to the familiar cadence of sleep, his arms never loosening their hold on her. "Sebastian, I..." she tried to say it, but even in the dark silence of the night, even knowing he was unlikely to hear her, she couldn't say the words. "You son of a bitch," was finally all she could to say. It didn't have the edge to it that it once had.
* * * * Sebastian woke with Laura still curled tightly in his arms. It was one
of the better mornings he'd seen in recent memory. She still slept soundly, and rightly so. It had been a long night. Hopefully, he finally had gotten through to her. He thought so, but there was no telling.
Placing a chaste kiss on the crown of her head, he detangled himself from around her and slipped from the bed, pulling the heavy comforter up over her shoulders. He took his time in the shower, savoring the hot water beating down onhim. When he got out, he was pleased to find that Laura hadn't tossed any of his clothes.
Once he'd dressed, he checked on her. Still asleep. His stomach chose that moment to growl. Food wouldn't be a bad idea. And it would make for a good way to pass the time until she got up. He had something he wanted to run by her before he left. Something that could very well lose him all the ground he had gained last night. But then again, it might help stabilize it, too. * * * * Laura woke up alone. After the night before, it was the last thing she expected. For a moment she tensed. But the smell of the recently used shower and the weight of her comforter tucked around her shoulders told her he hadn't left in a hurry.
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