Bound in Blue

by Jessica Ingro

  “You’re a good dancer,” I noted as we swayed to the hauntingly beautiful sounds of Karen Carpenter’s voice singing about finding the one that turns your life around and shows you how to love. The words were so fitting to how Mack made me feel that another swell of raw emotion washed through me.

  “I’ve got the moves like Jagger. Didn’t you know?” I laughed at him. Thank God his joke stopped me from confessing my undying love for him, like I had been ready to do.

  “You’re in rare form tonight.”

  “It’s because the company is good. No, not good. Perfect. I’m glad I got to witness it.”

  “Keep talking like that and you’re going to get lucky tonight, officer,” I joked to hide the way his words affected me. They weren’t empty and meaningless. He meant every one that he said to me; his sincerity was clear as day.

  “I don’t think I’ll have to try too hard. You can barely keep your hands off me,” he teased back.

  I ran my hands up his arms and wrapped them around his neck, bringing his lips to mine for a rather chaste kiss. “Then maybe you should take me home.”

  “Maybe I should… Why, Dr. Huntley? Are you looking to seduce me?”

  I nodded and bit my lip.

  “Good. ‘Cause I can’t wait to see those red lips of yours wrapped around my dick,” he spoke in a low tone close to my ear.

  “Then lead the way.” My insides were coiled in anticipation, imagining what was to come next. Sex was anything but boring with Mack. It was something to celebrate. And I couldn’t wait to do just that.

  We made our way through the crowd of people with haste, only stopping when necessary. Our driver met us outside and the whole way home we made out like randy teenagers.

  * * *

  Mack looked down on me with the hungriest eyes I had ever seen on him—or on any man for that matter. His hips pulled back and then thrust forward, burying himself in my mouth. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted my red lips wrapped around his cock. After making me so unbelievably wet that my thighs were sticky with arousal, he carried me upstairs to my room where he promptly removed my dress. He groaned when he discovered I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my dress, but lace topped black thigh-high stockings. It was at that point that he brought me to my knees and took exactly what he wanted. It was so fucking hot.

  “Reach down and work your clit, but don’t come.” His words were raspy and lower than usual. His bedroom voice was delectable, better than the finest chocolate you could imagine.

  I did as I was told and worked myself over as he fucked my mouth. By the time he fell past my lips and pulled me up from the floor, I was beyond primed and ready to explode. Guiding me to the bed, his hands trailed along my skin, teasing me and making me crave more contact.

  “Chest to the bed, ass up. Spread those legs wide and show me that beautiful pussy.” I trembled as I got into position and waited for him. My cheek rested on the cool sheets as I lay there exposed for his viewing. I faintly made out the rustle of clothing, but my rapid breaths and heart pounding were the only things I could focus on.

  I felt something soft trail down my spine, just shy of tickling. I decided it was a feather as he continued to brush my skin, never repeating the motion on the same place and making me guess where the next touch would be.

  The feather teasingly moved up my left thigh, over my mound and then down my right. I felt my womb contract, and my breathing hitched. Next his tongue followed the same path. When he reached my mound, his tongue delved in and lapped at my wetness. He inhaled sharply and growled.

  “You smell so damn good. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.” I felt him move and position at my entrance. I waited anxiously for him to claim me the way I needed. “Look at me,” he demanded.

  I raised up slightly and looked at him over my shoulder. He was studying his cock. Sensing my eyes on him, he looked up and smirked. “Your lipstick stain is a work of art,” Mack said right before he plunged into me. I cried out, and my hips tipped to take him deeper.

  “Your cock is a work of art,” I replied and said cock drove deeper, if that were possible.

  His arms snaked around my body, his hands firmly gripping a breast in each one. His fingers pinched and tugged on my nipples sending electric currents racing through my body. He lifted my upper body up just as I was about to reach my pinnacle. With my back to his chest, his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin where my neck and shoulder met, causing me to cry out with the most delicious orgasm.

  “Fuck, buttercup. Your cunt is pure perfection.” He gritted out as he thrust into me, now holding me in place with one hand on my jaw and the other on my hip.

  “Come in me, Mack. I want to feel you while you fill me completely. Nothing but you inside me.”

  He grunted and thrust deeper, so I tightened my muscles around his cock. It swelled further and I felt a second, smaller orgasm pulse through me.

  “Shit,” he shouted right before he planted himself to the root and bathed my inner walls with his cum.

  I turned my head further and kissed his shoulder as he came down. I loved the feel of him inside me. I would stay connected to him forever if I could.

  “Hmmm,” he hummed against the skin of my neck. “I planned on drawing that out and playing with you, but damn that red lipstick really did me in.”

  I laughed and ran my hands up and down his outer thighs, loving the little tremor in his body from the contact.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he finally said. He pulled out of me, and I collapsed down onto the bed, my limbs still loose from my orgasm.

  “You’re really going to leave that red rim of lipstick on your dick?” I asked after he cleaned me up and was joining me in bed for the night.

  He gave me that smirk—God I loved that smirk—and nodded his head.

  “I told you, work of art.”

  We both laughed, but said no more as we snuggled together. My head rested on his chest. His right hand held my left, while his left hand made random patterns on the skin at my hip.

  “Will you tell me about her?” He asked after his fingers had lulled me into a dreamy place of contentment.

  “Who?” I asked, trying to catch up with the conversation.

  “Your sister, Rachel. What was she like?”

  I tried to shrink back from his touch, but his hold on my hip tightened and kept me from fleeing.

  “I… I’m not ready for that,” I reluctantly admitted.

  “You want me to open up, yet you deny me the same courtesy. How is that fair?”

  My whole body went stock still as I absorbed his words. How could I share the pain that consumed me on a daily basis and still look him in the eyes? Once he knew what happened that night, he would never love me. He’d see me as the whore he once accused me of being. A cheap, dirty slut out for a thrill whenever and wherever she could find it.

  The real question, though, was how could I expect him to let me in if I kept him locked out? My need for him to give me everything I wanted outweighed my fear of his recriminations.

  “She was my twin sister; born two minutes before me,” I finally spoke past a clogged throat.

  “So she was beautiful,” he said.

  “No. She was gorgeous—inside and out. She lit up from the inside when she was happy. That light shined on everyone. She was a baker. God, she made the best cupcakes. On her days off, I used to love coming home to the apartment smelling like cake and frosting.” I smiled and shook my head at the memories. “She loved what she did.”

  Mack listened as I told memory after memory of Rachel. Some happy, some sad, but all of them dear to my heart. It felt good to share her with him.

  “I wish you could have met her,” I whispered, my voice catching midway through the words.

  “Me too. How did she die?” His fingers resumed their idle movements against my skin. I wasn’t sure if it was a distraction technique or a way for him to soothe me and offer support. It didn’t matter really, because I appreci
ated it regardless.

  “Story time is over,” I said in a soft voice hoping to lessen the sting of my rejection. His hand stilled on my back. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go there. Not tonight. It’s too much for me to take after everything that happened today.”

  “Okay.” He pulled me closer into his arms, my body fully cocooned by his. “Maybe in the light,” he offered, giving me the space I needed from those thoughts.

  “Maybe,” I agreed because talking about her death in the dark was too much. Ghosts and demons lurked in the dark; I was haunted enough as it was.

  “We should get some sleep.”

  I snuggled further into him as my response to that.

  “Goodnight, buttercup.”

  “Night, Shane. Thank you for going tonight and for knowing exactly what I need, when I need it. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

  “You’re welcome. And for the record, you do the same for me without even realizing it.” He kissed my head. Eventually we both let our thoughts and fears go and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  “I have to admit you have me intrigued,” I told Mack from across the bench seat in his truck. We were on our way to some unknown location for the first part of our Valentine’s Day celebration. Deciding to celebrate the day before the actual holiday since both of us had to work on the actual day, it just made sense so that we could enjoy our first one together.

  “I haven’t planned a Valentine’s Day for someone in nineteen years, so if I’m a little rusty at it, don’t draw attention to it.”

  “Never.” I shook my head and took in his masculine features. He really was good looking. My mouth drooled every time I looked at him, and the nervous look on his face made him all the more endearing.

  At a stop light in a town in Maryland, Mack pulled out a blue scarf from the pocket of his leather coat. Heat flooded my body as I remembered the silky smoothness of the scarf from the first night Mack had introduced me to domination.

  “Kinky,” I cocked my head to the side as I watched him deftly roll it up. Then his hands were coming towards my face with it.

  “Not kinky. A surprise.” He quickly tied a knot behind the back of my head, blocking out the dull light of the day.

  His fingertips trailed gently down my cheek until a horn behind us sounded. He cursed, and I felt his heat leave me. When we started moving, my anticipation kicked up a notch at not being able to deduce what he planned for us. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait much longer.

  “We’re here. Stay put and I’ll come around and get you,” he said before exiting the truck.

  My door opened, and I took his hand. His arm around my waist guided me along what I assumed was a parking lot. I could hear cars and even what sounded like younger kids. Neither did anything to help me figure out the surprise.

  A door opened, and we moved through it. The hall smelled slightly musty, and it was still chilly, so I assumed it wasn’t heated. Mack propelled me further, but then stopped to speak to someone. “Two please. With rental.”

  “That’ll be nineteen dollars,” a woman’s disembodied voice said.

  Moments later, Mack was pulling me along again. When another door opened, loud hip hop and R&B music assaulted me. Where were we? I was half tempted to yank my blindfold off to find out because the suspense was killing me.

  When I felt the knot loosening on the scarf, my excitement spiked. I blinked rapidly to adjust to the lighting and was shocked as hell to discover we were in a roller skating rink.

  “What… how… why?” I sputtered.

  He wrapped his arms around me, forcing my neck back to look at his face. “The night of the fundraiser when you told me about your sister, you talked about how much fun you two used to have roller skating. I wanted to give you some of that magic. I’m not Rachel, but I thought maybe we could make some new memories to go with the old.”

  Tears filled my eyes, and my hands drew his face down so I could bring his lips to mine. Keeping the kiss chaste since there were lots of kids around, I poured all my gratitude into it.

  “Thank you,” I whispered against his lips.

  “Oh trust me, buttercup. You’ll be doing your thanking later.” He winked, and I wondered what he had planned for the rest of the day. He swore it had to be a surprise, and I was looking forward to every minute of it, especially with the level of heat in his gaze at the moment. It was sure to be hot and hopefully equally dirty.

  We laced up our rentals, and I tested my legs out like a baby deer would the first time it stood. It had been a really long time since I had been on wheels. Surprisingly, it came back to me quickly, and I couldn’t wait to take a few laps around the place.

  Not so surprisingly, Mack was good even at roller skating. It was a shame really how well he excelled at just about everything I saw him do. “Really?” I asked when he joined me after flying around the rink with ease… backwards.

  “What?” He asked with mock innocence.

  “You’re like one of the hot rink employees that I always crushed on and wished would take me on a couple’s skate around the floor. You’re like an expert.”

  “I was one of those guys, Megan. That was a long time ago of course—twenty-five years ago to be exact—but it isn’t something you just forget. I played hockey in high school too. Still go out on the ice once in a while. It helps keep up my natural grace.” He winked, and I fought the urge to slap him for being so cocky.

  “So does this mean I get that couple’s skate?” I batted my eyelashes at him, making him laugh.

  “You get every skate.” His hand enveloped mine, and he tugged me closer. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his side as he moved with efficiency around the rink. I felt like a young girl again, finally getting the boy while all the other’s looked on with envy. And there were quite a few mothers and teenage girls eyeing my boy. I felt like sticking my tongue out at all of them whenever their eyes lingered on him a little too long.

  When the music switched to a slow song, he spun me around, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He skated forwards, forcing me backwards, as we moved to the sexy sounds of Miguel. I put my head on his chest and breathed in his unique, manly scent. I didn’t need to pay attention to where we were going. I knew he had me, and I trusted him implicitly.

  As the afternoon came to an end, I pulled Mack into an alcove by the lockers in between the bathrooms.

  “Thank you,” I said right before bringing my lips to his. His head slanted, and his mouth opened. Mine followed suit, and we were soon making out full on with tongue and groping hands in the middle of the skating rink. Another childhood fantasy come to life.

  “You ready for part two of our first Valentine’s Day together?” He asked as we broke apart.

  “Yes. Although I’m not sure how you could beat this. It was… everything.” I pressed my hand on my chest to emphasize my point. “Everything.” My mouth wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I decided to wait.

  “I’m glad,” he responded. His eyes were working as he looked at me, but I couldn’t decipher what they were saying. “Let’s go.”

  Moment broken, we returned our skates to the rental counter and headed out to the truck.

  “So what’s next?” I asked when we were on the road again.

  “You’ll see.” His smile was predatory, making me quiver in quite a few places. I pressed my thighs together and looked out the window. Could we get back to the city any faster? I didn’t think so.

  * * *

  The front door closed, and Mack pinned me against it quick as lightning. “Your next gift is upstairs. Don’t open the bag until I tell you to. You have twenty minutes to meet me back down here.”

  Practically panting at that point, my voice wouldn’t work. I could only nod and pray he wouldn’t move anytime soon because I was likely to slide down the wall without him holding me up. It was crazy how easily he could turn me on without even trying. Just the promise of him was enough to have my
panties drenched.

  “Now, Megan. You’re wasting time,” he reminded me of my time limit.

  Peeling myself from the door, I climbed the stairs on shaky legs. When I rounded the corner into my room, I was surprised to find a red dress and champagne colored heels laid out on my bed. Sitting next to it was a black velvet bag.

  How did he do this without me catching him?

  There were no undergarments present, which told me Mack expected me to go commando tonight.

  The disappointment I felt at there not being lingerie for me to wear was quickly erased when I held the dress up. It was strapless and had a layer of lace over the satin body. It was sexy and beautiful. I couldn’t wait to wear it. And the heels, my God they were gorgeous. I didn’t often get to dress up—spending most of my days in scrubs—but when I did I liked to dress girlie. These heels were the epitome of girlie, with their dainty straps that crisscrossed up my ankles.

  After I slipped the wardrobe on, I went to the bathroom to brush out my hair and apply a coat of red lipstick. I had a feeling Mack’s newfound appreciation for red had something to do with my mouth around his cock. I wanted him to be reminded of that fact every time he looked at me tonight.

  Donning a pair of diamond drop earrings and a diamond necklace, I made haste down to the kitchen with the velvet bag in hand.

  “Even better than I imagined,” was Mack’s response when his eyes greedily raked over my body in the curve hugging lace dress. It fell to mid-thigh, making me feel naughty for not having on any underwear.

  He didn’t look so bad himself in a pair of black suit pants, a red dress shirt with the top few buttons undone and a black suit coat. Where did he have that hiding? Man he was good.

  Moving closer, his hand ran up my inner thigh and brushed my sex. My eyes fluttered hoping for more contact. “Dirty girl, not wearing any underwear,” he chastised me lightly.

  “Easy access,” I reminded him.

  “You’ll need to be punished for teasing me like this.” His fingers separated me before plunging inside my already slick channel. My hands gripped his forearm, relishing in the way his muscles bunched with each thrust of his hand.