Acquiesce

by CORY CYR

I found it hard to articulate an answer at this time or even respond with any gestures, unless moaning counted. The violet wand wasn’t recommended for use inside the body, but even on the outside, it was fully capable of producing an orgasm. I was right on the edge of one but couldn't quite get there. The next moment, I felt Cass's finger slide between my labia as I sobbed with pleasure.

  His tongue laved my clit as my orgasm approached. I gripped Cass's hair in response to what his tongue was doing. He continued to stroke me inside, up and down and occasionally across, with his tongue until I couldn't take it anymore. I cried out as an explosive wave of release hit me, so strong it actually made my toes curl.

  “You’re so easy to please and your climaxes are effortless,” he said as he sat up.

  I put my hands under my head and observed him as he got up and put the wand back into its case, then picked up his glass of wine, taking a sip.

  “I'm not sure if calling me easy is a compliment or basically saying I'm no work at all.” I scrutinized him, waiting for his response.

  Cass chuckled as he sat back on the bed. I was thinking how relaxed we were and how ordinary it seemed for us to be together, completely naked and having a conversation.

  “That's not how I meant it to come across, and I think you know that,” he said, squinting at me. “What I meant is you’re responsive to everything and giving you pleasure requires little from my end.”

  “Oh, I'd say it requires a lot from you and your BIG end,” I quipped as I traced my fingers through the hair on his thigh. I became fascinated as I watched his cock thicken and distend. “It appears you don't need much encouragement either.” I bantered.

  “Unfortunately, my dick has a mind of its own, and I think right now it wants you.”

  “You think?” I arched my eyebrow in a question.

  “I know. I am certain—without a doubt.”

  I laughed as I continued to glide my hands over both of his thighs and at the same time licked his right nipple. His cock was now straining against my belly as I bent to suckle on his other nipple.

  “Okay, I give in. Get the fucking handcuffs. They’re in the top drawer. Do whatever.” I saw his eyes go wide as my lips twisted into a wicked smile.

  “Don't worry, Cass. I'm going to take a lot from you once I've restrained you, but I promise not to take your virtue.”

  35~Caspian

  My erection was so hard right now it bordered on pain, not that I was opposed to pleasurable pain, but this was actually agonizing. I wasn't sure if allowing Nic to cuff me had been my brightest idea, yet I felt I owed it to her after Justin. I wanted her to have some control and to know I trusted her.

  I did trust her, didn't I? Because handcuffing me to the bedposts with a hard-on required quite a bit of faith on my part. My cock would have no problem fucking her vaginally. In fact, I'm sure it would welcome it, but I couldn’t do that after all these years—especially not to her. She'd read too much into it. Or maybe worse, I might read something into it.

  I watched as Nic got off the bed and padded naked to the dresser. We had come a long way in our short time together, and now it seemed she was unabashed at being nude around me. I'd seen women half her age that didn't have a body as lean and supple as the one she had. She wasn’t only beautiful, but also perfect.

  I had to choke back a snort as I watched her suspend the handcuffs from one finger. She wore a sinfully sexual grin on her face as she approached me. My eyes followed the sway of her perky breasts to the apex that held her small “landing strip.” And if I were a different kind of a man, I would so love to land there.

  “Eyes up here, mister,” she demanded.

  My eyes immediately went to her face and I cringed internally as I watched her lick her lips. My dick instantly responded to that gesture and it swelled even larger, if that were possible. She lazily drifted her fingers across the crown as it began to weep.

  “I have the urge to lick that, but I won't,” she said, dragging the handcuffs across my belly. “Decisions, decisions… So, Cass, I see two choices: handcuffed behind your back or handcuffed to the bed. I'll let you choose since either one is going to be so much fun.”

  I was hesitating to pick one since the tone of her voice had me slightly concerned. She appeared a little too giddy about subduing me.

  “Let us not forget that I am allowing this so you have some power and feel in control. Try not to abuse your newfound dominance,” I said, chuckling, but in reality, I wanted her to hear what I said and take it seriously. I moved upward toward the bedposts and lay flat on my back with both arms extended as wide as they would go.

  “Trust me. I would never hurt you, Cass,” she teased as I heard the click of each cuff. I was now secured to each bedpost and had only my legs loose. I was at her mercy, at her beck and call.

  “It's a shame we didn't buy a strap-on.” She smirked at me, and I had no doubt my face blanched.

  Seriously, a strap-on? Fuck me.

  “What the hell? How do you even know about strap-on? I swear to God, no more porn for you,” I said, cringing.

  “Calm down. Hey, you're the one who took me to a brothel toy store. They had tons of them hanging from the wall. I would never really do it… unless you wanted me to.” She laughed; she had the audacity to think it was remotely funny.

  She took the massage oil out of the nightstand drawer and drizzled some on my chest and my lower belly. Her hands began to knead the oil into my skin as she grazed my nipples with her teeth. Jesus, I wanted out of these cuffs and they'd only been on for a few minutes. I wanted my mouth on her succulent pussy and her sweet cream exploding on my tongue. I wanted my hands on her body, caressing every curve and licking her from the earlobe down.

  She spread the oil down to my thighs and onto my legs, never once touching my cock. I felt deprived. She grabbed a towel off the floor and began removing the oil from my body. I could smell her arousal and see moisture gathering on her sex.

  “God, I want to fuck you again. Dammit, I need you to touch me.” I jangled the handcuffs as I complained.

  Nic didn't say anything, but she did look amused. I couldn't wait to get these cuffs off because I would wipe that smirk off her face after I bent her over the outside balcony and fucked her in the ass again. She scooped up the Violet Wand off the floor and turned it on. I watched as tiny sparks of electricity bolted from the electrode. She held it right above my thigh a few inches away from my manhood, and it almost tickled painfully. I had to stifle a laugh. A discomfort that was well worth it since it was making my cock even thicker and my balls tighten. I moaned as the skin on my cock stretched to capacity and I became so stiff that ejaculation was imminent.

  She moved the wand to right above my tattoo, equally close to my member. The sensation almost reminded me of when I got the tattoo. I bit down on my bottom lip because the feeling was so intense I felt like the current was traveling to my cock. As I closed my eyes, I felt Nic's lips trace a path up and down my cock. I immediately started struggling to get out of the cuffs and hold her head as she sucked me, her tongue laving my balls.

  “Enough. Unlock the fucking cuffs and let me touch you.”

  “No,” she said, her voice barely audible because my cock was in her mouth.

  Just that one word caused my body to quiver as I felt my dick start to twitch. My balls felt so heavy and full I knew I was about to blow. Nic pulled her mouth away from me but began fisting my cock up and down as she added a few drops of massage oil, and I was done. Between the motion and the squishing sound, my body shuddered as I erupted, shooting streams of my release all over Nic's breasts.

  “Good God almighty. Mmmm…” I panted as I stretched out, feeling a sense of euphoria. My heart pounded as she dipped her fingers into my semen and traced circles on my chest.

  “What are you doing?” I managed to croak out as I watched her cover my body with hers. “Nic, what are you doing?” I asked again, this time in a more serious tone. My dick jolted in response as I felt it
feather through the wisp of hair on her pussy. God, I wanted this. No, I don't want this—I can't do this.

  She positioned her body in such a way that my dick was no longer accessible to her sex, but she was able to press her breasts into my chest. I'd never had someone do this. Nic wanted to have my come on her body; she appeared to savor it.

  “You know I could have come on your neck if you wanted a pearl necklace.” I sighed because having her chest against mine felt good. It had been a long time since I'd been eye to eye with a woman this way, and even though we weren't fucking, this felt intimate in a way my brain couldn't process.

  “Let me fuck you again. You don't have to uncuff me, Nic. Just sit on me, facing toward my feet, and let me back inside your ass.” My words made my cock instantly hard, and I wondered if she would allow me to have her ass once more.

  I got my answer relatively quick. She straddled me with her back to me. At this point, I was so aroused I wasn't even sure if I had the willpower to penetrate her ass. I didn't have free hands so I would have to rely on her to help herself.

  “Baby, reach over and grab the lube, swipe a ton of it on my cock, then put a handful on your opening. How sore are you? I don't want to hurt you.”

  “I'll be fine. I just need you inside me… any way you'll have me. I need to feel that sense of closeness with you. I want it, Cass.”

  Her words crushed me. Even the act of anal sex was producing a response in her I hadn’t been prepared for. She slathered my cock with the lube, causing me to twitch in her hand. Then she leaned over and put a scoop in the crease of her ass. I couldn't help her because my arms and hands weren't free, but a feral cry erupted from my throat as she grabbed my dick and proceeded to sit down on it.

  “Ease up just a little and let me watch you as you feed my cock into your ass. Do it slowly. I want you in charge of how deep and fast the penetration goes.” I had my head perched just high enough that I could see what she was doing. Damn, it was pretty much the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't see her face so I wasn't aware if she was having discomfort. The last thing I wanted was this to be painful. Within five minutes, she had seated herself on my shaft. I was up to my balls in her ass and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

  “I can't take care of you, baby, like I want to,” I said, shaking the handcuffs. “Put your fingers in your pussy, close your eyes, and pretend those are mine making you wet.”

  Nic was out of my line of sight so I wasn't sure if she was doing what I’d asked until she began to rock back and forth on my dick. My instinct was to thrust into her, but I wanted her to take the lead even though I was on the verge of spilling into her. My mind began to wander as I imagined how hot and wet her pussy must be right now. I daydreamed what it would feel like to have her sex clamp down on my cock like it had when my fingers or tongue had been inside her. This was all wishful thinking of an act that would never come to fruition.

  I hated not being able to have my hands circle her waist or guide her hips up and down as I drove myself deeper into her. I could hear her breathing shift into shuddering gasps and an audible sob as she brought herself to orgasm, her body arching forward. Seeing my length slide in and out of her ass caused most of my body to prickle with a vivid sensation so strong it bordered on torture. I literally had to grit my teeth as my body began to spasm as I climaxed, yelling her name and filling her until it overflowed, leaving come all over the sheets.

  She sat there for a few moments until her breathing went back to normal. I felt unsettled inside because I wanted to touch her. I had told her I wasn't that guy, but now I was finding I wished I could hold her and stroke my hands down her long braid, and these fucking handcuffs were a general nuisance.

  “I'm going to take a shower,” Nic said as she eased herself off me. She paused when our eyes locked. “You can join me if you want,” she added hopefully.

  The fact was I did want to join her, but it wouldn't be in my best interests or hers if I did. Having her ass was one thing, but showers, dinners, and walking on the beach, all of that spelled romance, and I should have never shared those moments with her. Just more things to add to my list of regrets.

  “Can you maybe remove the handcuffs?” I asked, not overly thrilled with lying in my own ejaculation.

  She padded over to the headboard and unlocked both cuffs. I rubbed my hands up and down both of my arms, willing them to celebrate renewed circulation.

  “I'll take one after you,” I said, not even looking at her. God, I was such a prick. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as she shrugged and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard the shower and I now wished I were in there with her.

  Apparently, I was becoming a woman because my head was overflowing with confusing thoughts and emotional questions. What was next, a menstrual cycle? I mentally admonished myself because I was letting some older woman alter my perception of what I knew sex to be. I didn't care how beautiful or perfect or willing she was. She was just another partner.

  She hadn't been far off when she’d accused me of thinking she was just a “sperm receptacle,” although her body was the first I had released into in close to ten years. What made things worse was that I’d liked it way too much, and now I was terrified that what we’d done tonight wouldn't be enough and, worse, that I would start to crave her.

  36~Nicola

  Okay, so he didn't want to take a shower with me. I honestly wanted to leave him handcuffed to the bed and slap the shit out of him. He couldn't even find it in his cold and hardened heart to be with me in here? He really was an asshole.

  Handcuffing Cass would be one of the greatest joys I would remember from this vacation. It was exhilarating and it had made me feel powerful to have that kind of control over him, especially since he obviously never gave it freely.

  When I was riding him, for a brief moment I’d thought about him being inside my pussy. Kissing him had also crossed my mind. It would have taken very little effort on my part to turn ever so slightly or bend forward just a bit for his erection to dislodge and have it slip “accidently” into my vagina. I’d felt it when his cock brushed against my sex, and even though the touch had been brief, it sent an agonizing sensation of ache through my entire body. Between wanting to kiss him and wanting him to make actual love to me, my thoughts verged on obsession.

  I would have never done it. I felt badly even fantasizing about it, but those thoughts had made me so wet with want I almost couldn't think straight. Having the fullness of his cock in my ass, then using my fingers on my pussy had sent me into a frenzied orgasm. When I heard Cass yell my name, I was done—my name on his lips had made us climax together.

  I finished in the shower and secured a clean towel around my body, then twisted my hair up on top of my head. When I went back into the bedroom, I noticed Cass wasn't there.

  “Cass,” I called out, noticing the discarded bed sheets on the floor. He’d already had someone come in and put new linens on the bed. I guess he really wanted me to go. Maybe that was why he wasn’t here; he wanted me to let myself out.

  “Out here on the balcony. The room is too warm.”

  I strolled toward the sliding door. He was standing on the balcony, facing out with his hands centered on the railing. My breath hitched as I saw him, naked, his back flexed with tan muscles and the soft breeze blowing through his long hair. He was the most seductive man I'd ever seen. I had loved Chris, but I was in love with Cass.

  As I stood behind him, I felt tears burn my eyes at my realization of the one thing I knew would hurt me the most, the one thing I could never have. I am in love with this man. The one thing he feared the most, I felt. Jesus, how did this happen? How did I let myself develop deep feelings for a man who was fourteen years younger, dangerously genius, and flat-out against any type of emotional bonding? He hadn't even kissed me, and now I realized it was better if he didn't. That one thing would destroy me and I knew it. He thought he was so smart. I almost wanted to tell that smug attitude t
hat regardless of making love or kissing, I still had developed true feelings for him.

  If I did confess my feelings, then all his research and everything he’d come to believe were wrong. His theory was disproven. I was evidence. He rested all his research on believing that making love to a woman along with kissing causes a chemical response in the brain, producing an emotional reaction. How did I inform him that he was one hundred percent wrong, that he did everything right with me and denied me what I wanted only to get the same result: love?

  How could I come to grips with the fact that all we had here at Acquiesce was sex? Well, yeah, it is a brothel! Did I truly love Cass or was it just a case of him being the one man to show me attention and have sex with me? How did I justify this? For being forty, I was so stupid and naive and ill equipped to handle all of this.

  “Maybe I should get dressed and go back to my room. You're probably tired,” I said, his back still to me. I was desperately afraid if he looked at me, he'd see the truth.

  When he turned around, his eyes almost seemed a lighter color because the moon was so bright, and for a second I wanted to layer his body with mine out here under the Caribbean sky.

  “Stay. Don't go… Sleep here tonight.” His fingers glided across my cheek. “I'm going to take a quick shower, and I put clean sheets on the bed. I want you to stay with me.”

  About twenty questions inundated my mind all at once. What does this mean? Why did he ask me to stay? He wants to sleep with me all night? I felt panicky inside, like he was asking me some trick question and if I answered incorrectly, he'd know. I looked up into his face and my heart soared. I mean, it literally felt like it was in my throat.

  “If you really want me to, all right,” I said, looking away, afraid he might read what I had written on my face.

  “Pour us another glass of wine. I'll be out in a minute. You're welcome to one of my shirts if you want something to sleep in. If you want otherwise, stay naked—I'd be all right with that.” He chuckled as he squeezed one of my ass cheeks through the towel I was wearing. I watched as he strutted into the bedroom and headed for the shower.