Acquiesce

by CORY CYR

  “I don't know, Cass. It kind of looks… painful,” I said as I handed it back to him. I had no doubt I looked like a deer in headlights.

  He grinned. “Trust me, little one. It's a discomfort you're going to enjoy. You said no demonstrations, but give me your arm. You're going to find this quite pleasant.”

  I handed him my right arm as the clerk plugged in the small device. I could see electrical current shoot out of the end, and then Cass grabbed an attachment.

  “This is a glass electrode,” he said as I watched him fasten the attachment onto the wand.

  I was mesmerized for a moment because the electrical current emitting from it reminded me of tiny lightning in a bottle. He placed the wand right above the skin of my arm, and I watched as a round of electricity jolted out and touched my flesh. It released a warm tingling sensation that shot clear to my nipples and made the hair on my neck stand up. I almost envisioned how it would feel closer to my sex.

  “You like it, don't you?” Cass whispered into my ear. Between the sensation of the wand and his breath nuzzling my ear, I felt my body begin to hum.

  “I think I do like it. It's different. Is it just for arms?” I asked shyly.

  He chuckled as he put the wand down and pointed out a few other selections to the clerk. “I've never used it to give an orgasm, but I’m not opposed to testing that theory. But for now, how about if we just use it on your arms, legs, inner thighs, and maybe your stomach?”

  Damn, did it just get hot in here? Because all of a sudden, my skin felt tight and my panties felt damp. Maybe I should get some crotchless ones and save me the time of constantly changing them.

  I watched as the clerk put the wand back in its case and into a plain black shopping bag. I was wondering what else Cass had in mind, because that Violet Wand had been a great start. He pointed to one of the glass display cases and the clerk retrieved a small ornate box. Cass removed a mini cone-shaped object, which was beautifully jeweled and appeared handcrafted. He handed me the item, and I stared at it as I rolled it back and forth through my fingers.

  “What is this? It's really cute,” I said as I handed it back to him.

  Our bodies brushed against each other as he lowered his head so the clerk wouldn't overhear our conversation. “It's a butt plug—anal sex.”

  My body immediately stiffened remembering the events of last night. There was absolutely no way I would allow that to happen again. Even though I’d hinted that anal sex was a possibility, I’d seen Cass's cock and had it in my mouth. He was huge. There was no way having anal sex wouldn’t be painful. My ass currently hurt just thinking about it.

  Why couldn’t he just fuck me? Why did it have to be from behind? Was he so clueless that he thought my feelings would miraculously disappear because he was ass fucking me? On second thought, he knew it would be painful—no, he promised only pleasure. What was wrong with this man? Why did he insist on doing everything the odd way? Why couldn’t we just have regular sex? Maybe all men his age were into this kind of sex and the men my age wanted everyday vanilla sex. That's what he’d called normal, face-to-face sex, vanilla.

  Why couldn't I fall for a conventional man? Why'd it have to be Mr. Idiosyncratic? And I had fallen—hard—but there was no way in hell I was going to broadcast that. Whatever happened the remainder of the time here at Acquiesce, I wanted to share those moments with Cass. I would worry about the fallout later.

  “What the hell, Cass? You promised no pain,” I said, confused.

  He took me by my elbow and pulled me to one side so our conversation would be private.

  “I thought we'd established I was going to be inside you one way or another—this being another. This is the way I fuck, Nic. I told you that. I also told you I wouldn't hurt you… Why do you think I opted for a butt plug and lots of lube? I swear to you I will not force you into a position like Justin did.

  “There's a technique to anal sex, and this little jeweled beauty is number one for beginners. It may be slightly uncomfortable, but there will be no pain. This is for you. If I tried to enter you without stretching your entrance, there would be pain. I don't want to hurt you, so I need you to understand this little plug will make penetration so much more comfortable. Anal, bondage, and kink—those kinds of scenarios take trust. I'm not Justin. Trust is my bond; it's my word. I know you're apprehensive, especially after last night, but I need you to tell me that you trust me.”

  Even with everything that had happened last night and the days leading up to it, I still trusted him. Even as he breathed the word penetration, I felt the muscles in my sex squeeze and my nipples tighten. He’d vowed no pain, so if I wanted to share sexual rendezvous with him, this was what was required.

  I nodded my head, signaling him to give the butt plug to the clerk and toss it in with the Violet Wand.

  Cass continued to peruse the other glass cases until he found what he was looking for. Oh no, he was seriously demented. He dangled the silver handcuffs off two of his fingers with a slanted grin plastered on his face.

  “You are insane. There is no way—handcuffs, that's where I draw the line,” I blurted out and then leaned into him. “After being bound last night by that wannabe masochist, do you honestly think I'd ever let anyone do that to me again? Oh, hell no, not even for you.” I huffed as I backed away from him.

  Stupid ass still had a deranged grin on his face.

  “Baby, if I was going to cuff you, we'd be getting those,” he said, pointing to the far wall lined with furry handcuffs in every color. “These aren't for you. They’re for me.”

  First off, since when did he call me baby? And he wanted me to handcuff him? The thrill dove right to my core and jackknifed its way straight into my pussy. I had sudden clarity of why bondage might be alluring. He wanted me to bind him, and currently, I wanted to do that also, like right this minute. My legs were so tightly clenched right now, hoping to keep the impending flood at bay.

  Along with Cass's grin, he was now arching an eyebrow. He knew I wanted to use those handcuffs on him.

  “I guess we found something we both are in agreement of?” he murmured, standing directly in front of me, pressing his length against me. I guess he wasn't immune to ardent arousal. “You'll be my first,” he said, pausing. “I've never let any woman restrain me.”

  “We can get the furry ones if you're worried,” I said with a chuckle.

  “Very funny. Let's see how amusing you feel when we go back to my room and I do a few demonstrations.” Cass laughed as he listed off the rest of the items he wanted to the clerk. He bought a large supply of lube, a bottle of massage oil, as well as various other small items.

  “Condoms,” I whispered.

  He shook his head. “If it makes you worried, I have no problem buying some. I have never gone bareback, ever. Condoms are normally a requisite for me. I know your history, Nic, one man and you've been abstinent for the past eleven years. I have no issue wearing one if it's a deal breaker for you. I assumed, or rather hoped, we could both experience firsts.”

  I wanted to reach up at that moment and kiss him so bad my mouth began to water. I wanted just a sip, but I was so scared inside that I would kiss him as if I were swallowing water, never getting enough to be satiated.

  For the first time in eleven years, my body buzzed with a craving that I knew only he could feed. Even when I’d masturbated, even when he performed oral sex on me and I tasted his cock—none of those events compared to what I knew was about to happen. The times before had been research and technical studies for him and new beginnings for me, but this was going to be an escapade of a lifetime.

  31~Caspian

  I gripped the black bag of sex toys as we made our way out of the store. I had a difficult time believing I’d purchased actual handcuffs. I was adamantly going to allow Nic to restrain me. My dick relished the idea as it strained against the fabric of my shorts. I was painfully hard and my balls began to feel heavy.

  I clasped her hand tighter as I felt my ne
ed grow. I didn't want to waste any more time, so we went straight to my room. I hoped what was about to happen wouldn’t be awkward for her. The sexual acts we were embarking on required a great deal of faith, and after what happened with Justin, I needed her to be relaxed and receptive.

  Once we got into my room, she settled on the bed. I reached into the bag and retrieved the bottle of massage oil, the lube, and the ornate box. I could sense her hesitance from where I stood; it seemed to roll off her in ripples.

  “Nic, if you’re nervous and want to back out, I'd be disappointed, but I would understand. This is a major step for not only you, but for me too,” I said as I squatted down in front in front of her. I put my hands in her lap and looked into her face, suddenly struck with an array of emotions I could feel but not comprehend.

  “You've done this before. I haven't. How is this major for you? I'm sure it's just another day in your life.”

  “Aww, this is so much more to me than just another day. I've never really cared who I was with—it was just sex for me—but this is different because I want to be with you… I know it's not the way you had hoped, but it's who I am and that's all I can give you.” I swept my hands through my hair with a sigh.

  “I want to be with you too… any way you'll have me,” she replied.

  Jesus, when she said things like that, I would normally place that in the “insignificant vault” in my brain, but she had verbally cut me to the quick. I felt my heart beat faster and my pupils dilate because my body was screaming to take her. I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head as I walked into the bathroom.

  “You'll want to take a shower before we get started,” I said, poking my head out the door. She seemed slightly confused but then shrugged and walked toward me.

  “Can I have some privacy?” she murmured as she squeezed past me, my groin lining up against her. Fuck, it felt good, that paltry amount of touch where I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy even though it was barely grazing my cock. I was coming apart mentally. My insides were coiled so tightly, and I was suddenly paralyzed with an array of emotions. I handed her a towel, then stepped aside and walked back out to my bedroom.

  I began to pace back and forth when I heard the shower come on. I closed my eyes and groaned, envisioning her naked in my shower, her hands gliding over every decadent inch of her body—my body. My dick was throbbing so hard the mushroom head was attempting a getaway through the waistband of my shorts. I had better calm down. If she saw me this aroused, I might freak her out. She'd already made a point about me being too large for her, and frankly, right now I was in agreement.

  My eyes snapped open and I had to stifle another groan. Nic stood nude except for the brown towel I’d given her, which she’d wrapped snuggly around her body. She had twisted her long blond braid into a messy bun so it stayed on the top of her head. Her body glinted with water droplets, appearing decorated with diamonds as the light cascaded through the blinds.

  “I assumed I should be unclothed for what you have planned.” It sounded like a question yet came across as a remark.

  “If you want. You'll hear no complaints from me,” I said, chuckling. “What I want to do before we get to tonight is fit you with the plug.”

  I could see her unease as she tightened her towel in a death grip. I moved over to her and trailed my fingers across her bare collarbone.

  “This is something that needs to be addressed before this evening. Tonight will not be enjoyable for you if we don't do this prior. I promise you everything will be okay. Let me take care of you. Trust me not to hurt you, please,” I whispered as I trailed my other hand along the back of her shoulders. She leaned into me, and I knew without a doubt she felt my thickness pressing against her.

  I led her over to the bed and sat her down. “I need you to lie on your stomach,” I said as I guided her into the position. “Can we get rid of the towel?”

  I could see her mind working through the hesitations. I had to go slow. If I showed impatience, I might lose her.

  As she lay on her stomach, she pulled out the towel from beneath her and dropped it to the floor. I sucked in a large gulp of air because her entire backside reminded me of one of the many sculptures I’d seen in Europe. I had already been acquainted with a frontal view, but up until now, I'd never seen her ass like this.

  Even with the bite Justin had given her, the globes of her ass were perfectly rounded with tight defined cheeks and a soft pale color instead of the stark white I expected because of her tan lines. I began to breathe deeply as I realized I was staring at her apex where her legs joined her pussy. I almost found swallowing as difficult as breathing now. I broke myself free of the trance I was in and decided to worry about the task.

  I languidly ran my one hand across her ass and then lazily slipped one of my fingers down the center line, dragging it back and forth. I felt her posture stiffen as she felt my finger nearing her entrance.

  I bent my head down over her, letting my hair drift across her lower back and onto her ass. “You need to relax or it will make the fit difficult. Just breathe and unwind.”

  I removed my hands from her ass and placed the bottle of massage oil, the lube, and the anal plug on the bed beside me. After pouring a generous amount of the massage oil in both my hands, I began to knead the flesh on her lower back, eventually working my way down to her ass. I used the tips of my fingers to massage the oil into each globe, then dripped a few droplets into the crack. She stirred for a moment as I pressed my lips to her lower back. I heard her sigh as I licked my way to her ass, then used my tongue to caress the area where Justin had marked her.

  I heard her softly moan as I continued to work in the oil all the way to her upper thighs, never touching her pussy. I was at the point where I was as aroused as she was, and if I touched her pussy, I knew there would be no turning back. I'd lose my load like some kid who just saw his first sets of tits. I struggled to remain focused on relaxing her enough that she would let her guard down and I could place the plug. I had never been so happy to have on a pair of shorts. My cock was seriously engorged right now. If it were free, I'd have to have her. My mouth actually began to salivate as I continued to explore every inch of her backside.

  I became aware that she was extremely stimulated and her attention had drifted. I chose that moment to place a pillow under her stomach so her ass was slightly elevated. God, she looked magnificent with her ass raised toward me, welcoming me, begging my cock to come inside. I could feel some fluid gathering at the slit of my cock. This wasn’t like me. I should be able to hold it together longer than this. This was too different; she was an oddity to me, a chimera.

  With her ass open and exposed to me, I could see a bit of moisture gathered at her sex. I internally groaned. “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.

  Nic's body stirred slightly and my eyes darted to watch as she shifted her ass on the pillow. I reached to the right of my body, removed a finger cot from the box, and placed it on my index finger, coating it with a liberal amount of lubricant. I used my free hand to continue to massage her globes as I feathered my gloved finger along her crack.

  It had been many years since I'd had an untouched ass; I'd forgotten how much preparation was involved. No matter how long this took, being inside her would be worth it. I'd become distracted from my actual purpose of coming to Acquiesce. Somehow, she had debased my entire theory of sex in relationship to emotions. I didn't feel love for her, but a sense of covetousness and desire; those two emotions were unrelated to what most females determined as true love. You could most certainly covet the opposite sex without producing the chemical emotion of love. Maybe the ending of my book would be different from what I had initially hoped. I would need to go back over all of my notes and figure out a common denominator in Nic's chapter. She would make a compelling debate in my class next year.

  I began probing my finger just around the puckered entrance. I didn't want her bottom half to go rigid so I kept my touch small and light. After a fe
w minutes, I heard her breathing emerge into tiny gasps. I took advantage and grabbed more lube as I pushed my finger past the tight ring of muscle.

  “It hurts, Cass,” she said in a strained voice.

  “Once we get past this part, it will be all right,” I whispered. “Can you push your ass slightly higher and maybe support yourself with your elbows on the pillow? It will make it easier for me to stimulate your clit while I prepare you for the plug.” I mentally chastised myself for sounding like some instructional video.

  I could tell by the flush on her neck that my question had embarrassed her. In all fairness, this was a vulnerable position, especially for a woman that had gone without a lover for eleven years and had then been assaulted by an asshole. I pressed my lips again to each globe, hoping to gain her confidence. She moved upward toward me, placing her ass high in the air and her head between her elbows on the pillow. I almost wished I had a camera or been blessed as an artist because I wanted nothing more than to capture this moment for posterity.

  I reached under her with my left hand and found her drenched in her own arousal. My cock didn't need another reason to explode. It took all my resolve not to bend forward and plunge my tongue deeply between those plump folds. Her clit was almost as swollen as my dick; the nub was primed and ready. I used two fingers to flick it back and forth. She was so aroused my fingers became drenched almost immediately, and I had to fight the urge to lick them.

  “God, you're so damn wet and you smell so good. Fuck, Nic, I want in your ass so bad… You're killing me, babe.”

  My words seemed to prompt her to wiggle her ass around, and I was able to push my finger in almost to the knuckle. I could feel her squirm as her body shifted.

  “Let your ass adjust to the size of my finger. Each time I go farther, it will get less uncomfortable. I wish I could just take you, Nic, but I don't want to hurt you. Anal sex isn't like ripping off a Band-Aid. Every step needs to be gradual,” I told her through tight lips because I currently had to remind myself of this every five minutes.