What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 4)

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by Selena Kitt


  “You got scared,” she said.

  For the entirety of our long friendship, one thing Julie had always excelled at was cutting through the layers of bullshit and getting to the heart of the matter.

  The pity changed slightly to sympathy as she dissected me further. “You gave up control for once in your life, willingly, and it scares you how much you liked it. Running out the door was your attempt, albeit pathetic, at regaining a little control.”

  3

  The rest of my weekend seemed to drag as I had way too much time alone with my thoughts. Proving just how powerful one’s mood can truly be, my cozy and warm home all of sudden seemed cavernous and lonely.

  Wallowing in my own self-inflicted feelings, I checked my email and Mark’s website frequently. Nothing. Had I driven him away by leaving without so much as a goodbye?

  By the time Monday morning rolled around, I was eager for the distraction of work. I had managed to lose myself in reviewing a few status reports when my assistant Melissa knocked on the door frame.

  “You have a delivery downstairs,” she said. “It should be up in a minute.”

  Sure enough, a moment later the same delivery man who delivered the beautiful roses from Mark a few weeks ago filled the doorway. He was not carrying flowers, but rather a small gift-wrapped box.

  “Delivery for Ms. Summer Daniels,” he grinned. “Just sign here. I was asked to wait a minute to see that you opened it.”

  Slowly tearing off the paper, I laughed out loud as I unwrapped an inflatable seat cushion and a small note.

  To help you sit more comfortably today.

  The delivery man left without a word and reappeared after a moment with a beautiful bouquet of roses. This time there were a dozen bright red roses with a single yellow one in the center. Tied again to the center rose was a small envelope with a note inside.

  I miss you already. Go check our website.

  After thanking and tipping the delivery man, I turned to Melissa and started to speak.

  “I know,” she interrupted with a smile, “close the door on my way out.”

  Turning to my computer, I brought up the website. The familiar old piece of scroll parchment filled the screen.

  Summer,

  Thank you for a truly wonderful evening on Friday. I have to admit it was not what I expected. It was much more than that.

  To be completely honest, I was quite disappointed to find you gone when I awoke Saturday morning. However, I did appreciate the note and your feelings behind it. I hope the rest of your weekend went well.

  I hope you are looking forward to our next evening together as much as I am.

  Mark

  Mark of course had no way of knowing the rest of my weekend was spent in quiet introspection and more than a little regret. Not regret for having opened myself up to him in the first place of course, but regret for sneaking out on him Saturday morning.

  It was going to be a long two weeks.

  4

  Over the next few days, my thoughts turned occasionally to what Mark might have in mind for our coming meeting. Naïve as I was about sex up until this point in my life, I did have unlimited internet access and an inquisitive nature. I was aroused by a lot of what I found and appalled by some as well.

  I thought I had a fairly good idea of what Mark had planned in terms of the letter “B” for our next evening together, but I had already been surprised several times in the short time I knew him.

  A small envelope delivered to work two days before our next date once again pointed me in the direction of our website. Whatever else you wanted to say about Mark, the man had style.

  Summer,

  Same time. Same place. Same blindfold. Remember your safe word and try to relax.

  Mark

  Feeling like I would rather see his face than put on the blindfold again, I nonetheless was eager to see Mark. As Friday evening finally came around I readied myself for whatever the evening had in store. After a long hot shower, I picked a short red dress out of my closet that I slipped over some brand new red lace lingerie.

  Figuring I might surprise Mark this time, I decided to wear my hair in a braid. I threw a little something extra into my handbag that I thought might bring Mark a smile.

  Continuing the flaming red ensemble, I applied the same shade of lipstick to match my nail polish; fire engine red. Matching stilettos completed the look. It easily had to have been a decade since I wore heels this high. If I could survive the walk from the car to the elevator without breaking an ankle, I’d consider the night a success.

  Driving toward the hotel, my excitement for the evening began to climb. It was nice to feel the apprehension I felt towards our previous encounter be replaced by anticipation.

  The same hotel desk clerk as two weeks ago widened his eyes in appreciation as I teetered across the lobby towards the elevator. Arriving at the door to Room 1147, the black lace blindfold awaited me once again. Sliding the blindfold on, I took a deep breath and knocked twice on the door.

  5

  The door opened in front of me and I expected to hear Mark’s warm and welcoming voice. I heard nothing of the sort. A hand closed around my wrist and slowly pulled me into the room.

  Taking my cue from Mark’s silence, I remained quiet and waited to see what was going to happen.

  “My intention was to remain completely silent to lend a slightly foreboding air to the beginning of the evening. It should have been easy to do since you once again have rendered me speechless with your beauty. I’m tempted to go bang on hotel room doors until I find someone with a digital camera, but instead you’ll have to simply remain there for a moment while I capture this moment in my mind.” Mark spoke quietly from directly in front of me.

  “You are a true vision of loveliness and I am honored by your presence here this evening.” Behind me now, Mark spoke again as he lightly nuzzled the back of my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine.

  Mark gently raised my arms high above my head from behind, trailing his fingertips down the inside of my upper arms before tracing them lightly over my breasts. My nipples were quick to answer the call this evening, rising prominently under the lace bra and pushing against the thin red dress.

  Mark must have bent down, as I felt his hands on both calves, then quickly trailing upwards. His fingers followed the curves up over my thighs and the swell of my ass, gently raising the dress around my waist. A barely audible sigh escaped his lips as he felt the red lace panties under his touch.

  His hands continued their journey upward, gathering the dress higher and finally up over my head. Cupping my breasts, Mark pressed himself against me from behind. Feeling his arousal against my nearly naked ass only served to inflame the embers of my own desire.

  Raising my wrist, Mark gently kissed the back of my hand and then slipped something soft over it. Cinching what I assumed was a slipknot tight over my right wrist, he quickly pulled my other arm behind me and secured my hands together.

  Having my hands bound in this fashion caused my chest to be thrust forward and provided Mark quite the ocular bounty to behold. The strapless lace bra was doing little to slow down my nipples at this point.

  “Are you enjoying the show?” I said with a grin.

  A playful but firm smack on my panty-clad ass was followed by a quick admonition from Mark. “Don’t make me add a gag to the evening’s plans as well.”

  Guiding me forward by lifting my bound hands, my knees hit the edge of the bed and I went down onto my stomach.

  “Rest your hands on your back and get up on your knees please,” Mark said as he helped me maneuver up the bed. The bed shifted as he climbed behind me and I could feel his hard shaft pressing insistently against my bottom. Whatever he had been wearing upon my arrival, if anything, was discarded now.

  Pressing my head and shoulders down into the mattress, Mark reached forward and began to massage my shoulders and back. Slowly, but firmly grinding his hardness against me, he deftly unhooked the la
ce bra as he worked on my tight muscles.

  Sliding my panties partially off, he left them bunched around my upper thighs, trapping his hard cock up against my rapidly moistening slit as he slid back and forth. Reaching forward once again he cupped my swaying breasts as he pulled me back into him.

  Pulling back and angling his hips, he managed to gently push his cock up against my clit as he began twirling my nipples between his fingers. Waves of pleasure radiated from my center as his shaft slid back and forth in the increasing wetness.

  Pulling away completely from me for a moment, he slid the panties further down my legs, and finally off entirely.

  6

  Expecting him to resume where he left off, I was surprised to feel hot breath on my thighs and a warm wet tongue suddenly on my ass. Mark spread my ass cheeks with his hands as his tongue explored and teased my clenched rosebud. Reaching down further to spread my thighs apart, he continued his oral assault, licking my wet labia and flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit.

  What he lacked in angle of attack in this position, he made up for with enthusiasm and desire.

  Dipping a thumb into the spreading moisture, he teased it in and out of my tight anal entrance while his tongue continued its pleasurable dance around my wet slit. I moaned as the combination of sensations caused my pulse to race and my head to swim.

  With one last flick of his tongue against my tight asshole, Mark climbed back behind me and lodged the swollen head of his cock against my wet pussy. As he slowly pushed forward and entered me, he reached under our joined hips and slid a fingertip in circles around my clit.

  All conscious thought seemed to evaporate as my whole being centered around the thick cock now sliding deeper into my very core. Mark started out by teasing me with just the head sliding in and out an inch or so, but he quickly abandoned all pretense and started thrusting harder. Grabbing my left hip with one hand, he continued teasing my clit with his right hand.

  I could feel my orgasmic release start to build as he started to thrust hard enough to slide my upper body forward on the bed. In what I was already starting to think of as Mark’s signature move, he lightly pinched my throbbing clit between his thumb and fingers as he started pivoting his hips a little with each thrust. The pressure on my sensitive button combined with his thickness stretching my slick walls overwhelmed my nervous system and I exploded in orgasm, my wet pussy spasming around his hard cock.

  My muscles turned to jelly as I collapsed forward on the bed, causing Mark’s erection to slide from my wetness with an almost audible suddenness. The stars were still dancing behind my eyes as I felt Mark’s fingers at the binding on my hands. My wrists were released as Mark reached down and gently rolled me onto my back. His weight shifted as he guided me higher on the bed, resting my head on a soft pillow.

  “That felt truly wonderful,” I said as I reached up to remove the blindfold.

  My hand was stopped before it reached the lace covering my eyes. Mark guided my wrist towards the edge of the bed and I felt something cold and metallic close around it. Quickly he secured my other wrist as well and this time I could hear the ratcheting sound as the handcuff closed.

  “B is for bondage in case you haven’t figured it out yet, Summer,” Mark said gently. “I’m not quite done with you yet. Perhaps you would be so kind as to take care of this swelling I seem to have.”

  “Release me and I’ll be happy to lend a hand or two,” I said, pulling at the cuffs now securing me to the bed.

  “Remember what I said about the gag earlier?” Mark replied. I could feel him getting off the bed and then he lifted my right ankle into the air and I felt the cold steel of more handcuffs. As he secured the other ankle as well, I was now spread wide open and on display.

  Climbing back on the bed, I could feel Mark kneel beside my head. He removed the blindfold and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see little but his glistening cock inches from my lips. Tied around the base of his shaft was a red ribbon with a small silver key.

  “You lending a hand was not quite what I had in mind,” Mark grinned as he bobbed his throbbing shaft a little closer to my mouth. “If you want the key to the handcuffs, you are going to have to come and get it.”

  7

  I could not help but laugh at the sight before me. The little red ribbon made it look like I was getting a very obscene early Christmas present. From our conversations and emails, Mark knew just how much humor and intelligence turned me on. After all those wasted years of dry and boring in the bedroom, Mark was certainly pushing different buttons and to my surprise and delight it was working.

  My lips parted involuntarily as I laughed and Mark took advantage of that to thrust his hips slightly forward. I could taste my own juices on his wet cock, and while I was familiar with the flavor from his lips, it tasted quite different on Mark’s swollen head.

  Determined to beat Mark at his own game and return some of the pleasure he had so generously bestowed on me, I darted my tongue forward and licked with abandon. It quickly became apparent that Mark was not interested in me obtaining the key that easily. He moved his hips forward and then back, pulling all but the head out of my eager mouth. I quickly grew frustrated with not being able to move my restrained limbs or use my hands to help.

  Reaching down with one hand, Mark made my determination falter for a moment as one of his long fingers found my wetness once again. He dipped a finger inside my wet pussy for a moment before rubbing that lubrication all over my clit. I moaned around his swollen cock head in my mouth and renewed my efforts.

  For a brief moment I flashed back to my ex-husband and my reluctance to perform oral sex for him. I remember viewing it as much more of a chore to perform than anything I enjoyed. Of course I think it was his misplaced sense of entitlement that really turned me off. That and the fact that he never took the time to make sure I felt pleasure as well.

  Turning my full attention back to Mark, I took him deeper into my mouth while I swiped my tongue over the soft ridge on the underside of his hard shaft. His moan of encouragement told me I was definitely on the right track.

  “Excuse me for a moment,” Mark said as he pulled out of my mouth. He climbed up closer and swung one leg over my head as he rotated towards the bottom of the bed. “I think I’ll even up the odds a little. Last one to come gets the key.” With this last word, he lowered his head and began darting his tongue inside of me. Having the advantage of his hands free, he spread my labia and began long, slow licks up and around my clit.

  “That’s not playing fair,” I said as he slid a finger inside of me, making me moan. I’m sure it came out more than a bit garbled considering the large penis I was attempting to enunciate around.

  Mark added another finger and curled them upwards inside of me, stroking that spongy area on my upper vaginal wall that I had read was supposedly the elusive g-spot. I was doing little at the moment to win this particular erotic race as the sensations Mark was producing with tongue and fingers threatened to overwhelm me.

  Born from a very competitive nature, a desire to win and a little desperation, I pulled my head away from Mark’s throbbing cock, stretched my neck a little further, and stuck my tongue in his clenched ass. The effect this had on Mark was immediate as his head rose away from my spread thighs and the rhythm of his fingers faltered. His groan of pleasure and surprise only served to make me double my efforts and I recaptured his bobbing shaft in my mouth.

  Being that Mark was definitely bigger than my ex-husband, I had no idea just how much of him I could swallow, but I was certainly determined to try. Changing the angle of my head slightly, I breathed out through my nose and took his hard shaft into the opening of my throat.

  Mark attempted to regain his advantage by lowering his head to my pulsing clit once again, but the momentum had clearly shifted. Acting as if I literally meant to swallow him, I rippled my throat muscles around his cock and started moving my head slightly up and down his shaft.

  He responded by s
liding one of his fingers, already slick with my juices, slowly but firmly into my ass. Between that new sensation and the feeling of his tongue on my clit, I was rapidly approaching the point of no return.

  Applying every bit of my current skill set and diminishing conscious thought, I started humming as my nasal exhalations became more rapid. The added sensation of vibration pushed Mark over the edge and his body went rigid as he sent spurt after spurt of hot come into my throat. Feeling the pleasure coursing through his body as he moaned into my wet pussy set me off as well and I lifted my hips trying to maintain the tongue to clit contact as my wet tunnels spasmed around his probing fingers. I moaned and thrashed my hips as waves of pleasure washed over me and caused my eyes to roll back in my head.

  Pulling my head back a little, I swallowed several times as Mark’s orgasm slowly tapered off, leaving a little come leaking out of the corner of my mouth. Mark slowly removed his fingers from my over-sensitive loins and collapsed to one side, breathing heavily. I coughed and sputtered a little as I could finally breathe freely again.

  8

  “I would claim victory, but I think we both really deserve a round of applause for that performance,” I said as Mark struggled to a sitting position.

  “Oh no,” Mark said as he slid the red ribbon from his deflating penis. “You clearly won that race, if only by a head.”

  I rubbed at my wrists and ankles as Mark unlocked the handcuffs and set me free. He bent down and kissed me passionately, not noticing or caring about his own taste on my lips.

  “I’ll be right back,” Mark said as he disappeared towards the bathroom. Coming back in a moment with a warm wet washcloth, Mark pampered me once again as he gently cleaned some of our combined fluids from my body.

 

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