Bound in Blue

by Jessica Ingro

  A growl of frustration escaped my lips when he pulled away just as I was so close to coming.

  He stepped away from me, leaving me bereft and unbelievably turned on. Grabbing the velvet bag I had set on the counter, he dug out a pair of red, lace bikini underwear and a small pink crescent shaped object. He knelt in front of me, tapping my leg with his finger. “Lift.” I did as instructed with both legs so I could step into the panties. He then slowly moved the material up my legs. I felt that pulse in between my legs that had abated, pick up again as he got closer to where I wanted him the most.

  Once the underwear was settled on my hips, he slipped the pink object into the front of them. I gasped when I felt it slip through my folds. He pulled away after it was positioned so that only the nub on the end was positioned at my clit.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him as he rose from the ground.

  “Just setting the tone for dinner,” he casually answered. Not paying attention to me, he walked over to where his phone sat on the counter and began playing with it.

  I huffed and crossed my arms, not liking the direction this was going in. Why was he ignoring me? And what did he mean by setting the tone?

  That’s when the vibrations started. They were soft and teasing. I gasped and my hand instinctively flew to cover myself.

  “How are you doing that?” I asked in between pants caused by the delicious humming along my clit.

  He held up his phone so I could see the app. Oh my God. It was a remote controlled vibrator. And Mack had all the control. I was in so much trouble.

  “We’re going to be late for our reservations if we don’t hurry.” The vibrations stopped as he pocketed his phone. He held my coat open for me. I hesitated a moment, ready to argue about his plans, but then thought better of it and slipped my arms inside the coat.

  I squared my shoulders and with false bravado said, “Lead the way.”

  * * *

  The steakhouse was upscale without being ostentatious. Even though I was on edge never knowing when the vibrator between my legs was going to go off, I had to admit that Mack really was good at planning a Valentine’s Day celebration.

  “I can say with the utmost sincerity that you are far from rusty in this department,” I informed him after our waiter brought our drinks—beer for him, red wine for me—and took our orders.

  Sitting next to me in the booth, rather than across from me, he turned his head and gave me a sexy grin. It made my heart rate kick up a notch just looking at it.

  “Thank you, buttercup.” He kissed the tip of my nose before taking a sip from his frosty glass.

  I sat back in the booth and welcomed the feel of the cold wood from the high-backed bench on my skin. Waiting for him to make his move was almost better foreplay than actual foreplay.

  He turned his body toward me, his arm slipping along the back of the bench and grazing my skin. The texture of his suit coat was such a contrast from the smooth wood.

  His index finger started at the base of my neck and ran down over my exposed collarbone, stopping at the neckline of my dress, just barely teasing my cleavage.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Imagine my tongue mapping every inch of your body.”

  The silent humming started in my panties when he said that. For a brief moment, I wondered how he was doing it since his phone wasn’t out, but all rational thought went out the window when he continued his dirty words.

  “Imagine my tongue flicking your nipple as I suck on it. My fingers rolling the other one in tandem. Do you feel the subsequent throbbing between your legs when I bite down on your nipple before releasing it?”

  I felt something between my legs that was for damn sure.

  “What about when I raise your arms over your head and tie you to the bed? When I take away your free choice and leave you at my mercy?”

  The vibrations picked up a notch, and I squeezed my thighs together and bit my lip to hide the moan that desperately wanted out.

  “And when my head settles between your thighs. My lips teasing the soft flesh there. My hair brushing against you as I move across your skin. Does it excite you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered lowly.

  “What about when I flick my tongue over your clit? Soft at first.” The vibrator began pulsing softly, knowing exactly what I was imagining he was doing to me, mirroring what I wanted to experience firsthand. “When I have you squirming, I’ll increase the pressure, alternating with hard sucks and sharp bites on that sensitive little bundle of nerves.”

  My eyes widened when the pulsing intensified. I was on the edge of release and began to panic about the prospect of doing it in the middle of a full restaurant of people. My breathing became erratic and I crossed my legs, but it only served to push me that much further to the edge.

  And then it all stopped. Mack straightened in his seat and turned facing forward. He took a sip from his beer with a smug look on his face, while I slumped back into the booth and tried to collect myself.

  The waiter came by several minutes later with our food, interrupting the silence that had blanketed over us. Mack picked up his fork and knife, promptly digging into his meal. I, however, was still breathing heavily remembering what had just happened.

  “How did you do that?” I finally asked, composed enough to start eating.

  “Custom app,” was his only response.

  “How did it know what you were saying to me? And when to change the speed?”

  “I programmed it. Eat up, buttercup. You’re going to need your strength later for what I have planned.” He gestured toward my food and smirked.

  “Fine. But you owe me dessert after this.”

  “Don’t worry. You’ll be satisfied.” His double meaning was not lost on me.

  “I can’t eat anymore,” I said a little bit later while pushing my plate away. I had finally made a huge dent in my food, but I was full and in need of more than just food to satisfy my cravings.

  He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek. His breath on my ear made me shiver when he whispered, “I’m going to the bathroom. If you come while I’m gone, I will spank you tonight and it will be for my pleasure, not yours.”

  I trembled as I watched him walk away. The massager began vibrating against me again as he rounded the corner, no longer in sight. He wasn’t playing around this time, it vibrated in earnest—catapulting me dangerously close to orgasm in a short amount of time. My fingers gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white. My eyes darted around the room to see if anyone could tell that I was seconds away from exploding in a massive orgasm, but no one paid any attention.

  How long did it take to go to the bathroom? Seriously, I couldn’t take much more.

  I whimpered just as the first contraction was about to start and then it all magically stopped. I huffed out a breath and rested my forehead in my hand. That was intense. I struggled to compose myself and calm my breathing. Thankfully, the waiter was missing in action, so I didn’t need to worry about talking to him in this state. I was afraid it would be painfully obvious to him.

  I took a deep breath and straightened my spine. I made it through, barely, but still.

  Mack had taught me over the course of our relationship just how benefiting it was to delay gratification. I knew the hours of him keeping me on edge were going to result in my seeing stars as my world imploded later. There was no doubt in my mind that it would be all worth it in the end.

  Taking a sip of my wine, I glanced towards the bathrooms wondering if Mack was toying with me, or if he had a serious issue. That was when the damn thing in my panties started vibrating at warp speed. It was by far faster than the last time. My thighs squeezed tightly, and my chest heaved. Holy shit. I would never survive this round. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.

  I was just getting ready to rip the vibrator out of my panties—not even caring who witnessed it—when Mack slid into the booth next to me and resumed drinking his beer. I had expected him to turn the thing o
ff, but it just kept going at the same pace, turning me inside out.

  I stared at his profile silently pleading with him to look at me. Maybe if he did he would see the desperation on my face and give me mercy, but no. He ignored me until the vibrating suddenly stopped. Only then did he turn towards the waiter and flick his fingers, signaling for the check.

  “You did good,” he praised me then. His eyes were liquid as he looked over at me.

  “How do you know?” I asked him breathlessly.

  “Because of the lovely flush on your skin. You were close, weren’t you, buttercup?”

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “I’m impressed.” He signed his name to the bill and stood, holding out his hand to help me from the booth. “Let’s go home and see how much more you can impress me.”

  * * *

  “Christ, you suck so damn good.” I was on my knees in front of Mack, and he was fucking my face just the way I liked. I moaned around his length to express my gratitude for the compliment.

  He pulled back and slapped my lips with his cock. I moaned again. My tongue darting out to seek him.

  “You like being a dirty girl, don’t you?” He asked with another slap. Mmmm… I loved being his dirty girl. “Touch yourself.”

  I followed his instructions and slid my hand down my stomach to where I ached for contact.

  We had stumbled up the stairs and promptly undressed each other before the fun had begun.

  The whole way home the vibrator teased me on and off. It got to be so much that I slid across the bench seat and with my forehead resting in Mack’s neck, I began rubbing his hard cock through his pants while simultaneously rubbing myself on him. It sent in motion a wild, erotic trip up the stairs and culminated in my dropping to my knees and taking him in the doorway.

  “I had so much more planned, but right now I just need to be inside you.” He lifted me in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist and he made quick strides to the bed.

  “My shoes,” I said breathlessly as we went down on the bed.

  “Leave them on.” Who was I to argue about that? Especially when he was sliding inside me until he was planted as deep as he could go. In my opinion, it was just where he belonged.

  He rolled so that I was on top and looked up at me with so much lust that it took my breath away. I loved knowing I could push him to this brink—where he wanted me as much as his next breath of air—because he constantly had me feeling the same way.

  “Ride me,” he urged. I slowly rose and then slammed down on him. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust up, meeting each of my motions. This was the first time he had let me take control and I wasn’t about to let him race me to the finish line. I wanted to savor every minute of it.

  I pulled his hands from my hips and placed them on my breasts, using them to tease my nipples into attention. When he took over the motions there, I placed my hands on the headboard and slowed down our progression. To take his mind off that fact, I add a hip circling grind each time I fell over him.

  Mack let me go on that way for a long time. I knew when his restraint snapped, though, when he grabbed the thin heels of my shoes and took back control. I might have been on top, but at that point he was the one fucking me.

  Within minutes, my climax washed over me, and I found myself on my back with Mack pounding hard between my legs. He bit the skin between my neck and shoulder before he shouted his own release seconds later.

  My legs wrapped around his back, and my fingers ran through his hair. His head was in the crook of my neck, and his mouth was moving lightly over the skin where he marked me.

  Wrapped up in the moment, I turned my head and whispered, “I love you.”

  His whole body froze into one solid mass before he finally raised himself on an arm and looked down on me. “Megan…”

  “No. Don’t say anything. I don’t want you to ruin it. Everything about this day was perfect and I won’t have you mucking it up now. I love you. There is nothing wrong with that. I know you care about me. I didn’t say it so that I could hear it in return,” I babbled on.

  “You really think today was perfect?” His body relaxed and he thankfully focused on that bit of information.

  “Beyond perfect,” I said genuinely.

  He gifted me the grin that got me every time before he made haste in cleaning us up and divesting me of my shoes.

  “It was perfect for me too,” he said long after the lights were turned off and we were going to sleep. I smiled against his chest. I really hoped he was including my confession in that statement. I chose to believe he did.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Have a good day at work,” Mack mumbled. His arms wrapped around me to keep me in bed—a direct contrast to his words.

  I allowed myself a few moments to snuggle with him under the blankets. His body was so warm, and he smelled so good. I would have given anything to be able to play hooky and stay in bed with him all day. My fingers were itching to explore his morning wood currently poking me in the stomach.

  “I have to go to work,” I reminded him. I pressed against his hold in hopes he would release me, but no such luck.

  “I don’t want you to go,” he murmured sleepily before he nuzzled my neck.

  “I wish I didn’t have to either, but I need to get up. I’m going to be late.” I had hit the snooze button a few times that morning. After our energetic bout of love making last night, I needed the extra few minutes. Unfortunately, it didn’t lend to me rolling around in bed with Mack since I was already pressed for time.

  “Shane,” I said loudly when his breathing sounded like he had fallen back to sleep.

  “Mmmm.”

  “Let me up.” I slapped his arms, which promptly loosened. I scrambled up to keep him from pulling me back in. He pressed further into the pillow, looking so peaceful. I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I set the alarm for an hour from now. I’ll call you later. I love you.”

  He didn’t respond, which was a good thing. Leaving him lying in my bed was the hardest thing I had to do. I really hoped the day went by fast so I could get back to him, his warm body, and his hard cock.

  * * *

  “Someone got her some last night,” Todd said when I yawned for the millionth time that day. I glanced at my watch and saw I had three hours left on my shift. I could so do this.

  “Jealous?” I taunted him, feeling in a rare playful mood at work. You know the saying if you can’t beat them, join them? Rather than be the bigger person and keep Todd guessing, I was of the mindset that it was more fun to toy with his emotions. I blamed my behavior on Mack and how his Valentine’s Day surprise had me on cloud nine still. Not even a day in the emergency room could kill my good mood.

  “Of course. Now tell me. Was it big dog, Dr. Thompson again?” He leaned over the nurse’s station, the picture of rapt attention with his chin in his hand.

  I shook my head and his face fell. “I’ve got a bigger dog these days, and his bite is way worse than his bark.”

  At my words and what they meant, coupled with my casually showing him the teeth marks on my neck, his hand slipped and his head jarred. “Ooooh, girlie!! Tell Todd all about it.”

  I laughed and stood to leave. He had more information from me then I ever should allow. Plus it was fun to leave him wanting more.

  “Don’t leave me hanging!” He called out after me. “Was it the hottie police officer? Come on! You can tell Todd!”

  I turned and gave him a finger wag, laughing even harder when he realized I wasn’t going to give him anything more to go on.

  Stopped outside an empty patient bay, I grabbed my cellphone from my pocket and decided to text Mack.

  Hot fudge sundaes tonight?

  His response was almost immediate.

  You better believe it.

  I grinned at my phone and the thought of us eating our sundaes off each other. My fingers moved over the keys, pounding out a response.

  Can’t wait to see you.


  A noise in the room to my right had me going to investigate. I peeked my head in to find it empty. The only thing out of sorts was an opened supply drawer on the other side of the room. “Stupid Heather,” I mumbled as I crossed the room to shut it. She was in charge of restocking the rooms that day, and it was obvious she hadn’t followed through with the task she was assigned to.

  Drawer shut, I turned to leave. My phone beeped in my hand signaling a text message had been delivered. Walking towards the door and swiping my finger across the screen, I suddenly halted when the door slammed shut. I looked up and found myself staring into the wild eyes of a mad man.

  “Hello, you stupid cunt. So glad you could join me.”

  * * *

  Mack

  “All units in route to Sibley Memorial Hospital. Possible hostage situation.”

  The announcement over the radio had my blood instantly turn to ice. Megan was on shift, and I hadn’t heard from her since her last text message. Something in my gut told me this was why.

  Maybe it was in poor taste to finally admit that I loved her over text, but it felt right. I had wanted to tell her after she dropped the bomb on me the night before, but she stopped me, and then I chickened out. I prayed she decided to leave me hanging and wasn’t part of the melee going on at the hospital. Please don’t let her be part of this.

  Not knowing where Jacob was had me concerned. I hadn’t seen him since we split up earlier that morning to interview different witnesses to a homicide. He texted me to let me know he was grabbing lunch with some uniforms on patrol, but that was hours ago. Knowing he was one of the force’s hostage negotiators, I had a bad feeling his absence was because of the recent events at the hospital, so I decided to call his phone. It rang twice before he picked up.

  “Matthews.”