“Sure you did, once you calmed down and started to enjoy yourself.”
I know where this is going. “I was calm, for most of the day anyway.”
“Not when our delightful tour guide was around you weren’t.” He’s tilting his head down, waiting for my response.
“Can you blame me? She thought she had you in the bag?” Now I have his attention.
“Really? That’s interesting. What gave her that impression?” He raises me off his chest, positioning my face directly in front of his.
“You were giving her the look.”
He’s smiling boyishly. “What look?”
“The one you have perfected over the years, the one you use on unsuspecting females when you want them to fall at your feet. The one you use on me.”
He starts to laugh but it’s embarrassed laughter. He’s been found out: his cover is blown. “And how do you feel when I give you the look?”
“Don’t be coy Ayden, you know.” Affectionately, I push him away with my flat palm.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I do know.” He kisses my forehead. “I do it on purpose with you, but no-one else. I only have eyes for you baby. You know that.”
I don’t say a word. I’m content to look upon my handsome suitor and quietly glow.
“Nothing I have done before could possibly compare to the fun we had, I had today having you as my tour guide. Watching you and your Sat Nav leading us up every back alley in Rome was priceless.”
“Are you ridiculing my orienteering skills?” I smile, feeling a little self-conscious but bemused at the same time.
“Skills!” His laughter is a roar and so forceful, he almost launches me off the sofa.
“I got us from A to B didn’t I, eventually?”
“Eventually being the operative word.”
I pretend to be offended. “You weren’t exactly Marco Polo yourself, you know?”
“I chose not to be, it was your day.”
I look into his eyes; they are filled with warmth and love. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve been around Rome several times.”
“You didn’t say.”
“You didn’t ask.”
That’s true. “So, all the time you knew where we were going?”
“More or less, or rather the Sat Nav on my iPhone did.” He gives me a ‘got ya’ smile.
“But you didn’t use it, why not?”
“Because it was more of an adventure for you, for us.” As hard as he tries he cannot hold back on the laughter. “But when we were five metres away from the Trevi Fountain, could almost feel the spray on our faces, and you were pirouetting, trying to find your way, it was beyond funny then.”
I burst into laughter. He does have a point. “It was that bloody arrow, it kept shifting and changing direction on me.”
He cannot speak for the laughter, he’s throwing his head back and tears are gathering in his eyes. “That’s what happens when you’ve reached you destination Beth.” Still chuckling, he reaches for our glasses of champagne. “To memorable days.” Still he finds it difficult to drink because of the stifled laughter.
“I hate you,” I muse playfully, climbing over him until he is lying beneath me, eyes full of laughter, heart full of love. “I’ll get you back for this.”
“Please feel free.” He takes my head in his free hand and pulls me to him. “Happy days Beth. Happy Days.”
The laughter subsides and we snuggle together, basking in the afterglow; pheromones thick in the air, triggering my desire for sex. But what I have in mind is more of a sexual fantasy than physical intimacy.
I stand before him. “Give me a minute then go and sit on the chair in the bedroom, don’t turn on the light, don’t undress.” He’s curious and I’m resolute. I glance back at him, he looks so refined and in control, but not for long …
He calls out, “I’ll be waiting.” and I picture a sexy smile.
***
When I appear from the bathroom, I know I look good. The black basque Celine suggested I buy gives me confidence and God knows I’ll need it to pull this off: Victoria’s secret is not a secret any more.
I set myself, winding the supple cord I brought from home around my hands as I walk out of the bathroom. At first glance, I see he is sitting comfortably, resting his right leg across his left knee. When I appear, he leans back in the chair, tips back his head and widens his stare. “Wow! Look at you.”
With the glow from the bathroom acting as a backlight I stand, legs splayed, black Louis Vuitton heels firmly planted on the carpet.
“You have been very bad Ayden.” I press the iPod remote and Mr. Timberlake sings Future/Sex, Love/Sounds and my alter ego strikes a pose.
“I have?” He tries to mask a smile, but the warmth radiating from his handsome visage tells me he’s enjoying himself. “Can you find your way over here, or should I fetch your Sat Nav?”
I try to suppress a chuckle, feeling the effects of the champagne and the left over laughter from ten minutes ago. “No I have you in my sights.” I approach him and feel his eyes burning through my half naked torso. I like the feeling.
“You seem to have gone out of your way to make me jealous today.” I trace the shape of his face with the fingers of my right hand and slip behind him building his anticipation and trying to contain mine. “I saw you, coveting the curvaceous Miss Magnani.”
“… Coveting?”
He tries to speak but I lean into him and place my fingertips over his lips. “Hush. I saw the way you smiled at her, I know that smile. I’ve been on the receiving end of it often enough.” He’s happy to play along. “Because of your fuck me eyes, you had her making all kinds of assumptions.”
“Really?” He is genuinely surprised. “Tell me more.”
“Oh I intend to, do you know what she said on the phone?”
“No but I suspect you do.” He’s smirking.
I circle him, brushing his hair as I go, feeling the softness between my fingers. When I am position behind him, I slide my hands from his shoulders, over his pectoral muscles and begin unbuttoning his dress shirt from behind; it’s stuffed into his trousers and after a couple of gentle tugs, frees itself from his warm body. I peel it back until it drops off his arms leaving him deliciously naked from the waist up. At no point do his hands leave his thighs, he’s letting me take the lead and I intend to keep it that way.
“I want to tie you up and fuck you.” I mutter softly into his left ear.
He tips back his head and groans, raising his left hand to take a handful of my hair. “I was hoping you were going to say that.”
“Place your hands behind the chair.” He obliges and I tie his hands together. “Is that too tight?”
“No.”
I pull on the cord. “Is that tighter?”
“Yes.”
I whisper in his left ear again, “Now I have you where I want you, I’ll explain.” In one languid movement I drag my left hand across his back and shoulders and then his chest, watching it rise and fall as I circle him like a skulking cat.
I position myself in front of him; legs spread wide, the moonlight at my back. “She said you were coming onto her and she was planning to slip you her phone number, but there was one small problem. What do you think that problem was?”
Without a moment’s hesitation he answers, “That problem would be you baby.”
“Exactly. She considered me too ...” It pains me to say it. “Too plain to be a permanent fixture.”
“Another serious miscalculation on her part,” he points out, tipping his head to the side and setting my flesh alight with a vertical stare.
“Quite.” I move closer to his face, close enough for him to look, to smell. I stretch out a blindfold. “Now tell me, do I look plain to you?”
He smirks sexily. “Oh, baby you could never be plain.”
I descend onto my knees and look up into the dark pools forming in his eyes. “And what flavour would you say this is?”
; “It ain’t vanilla,” he states without a second thought.
My insides clench in response. “No, it ain’t and we’re just getting started.” I play with the blindfold. “I was going to blindfold you, but I’ve decided against it. Watch how I please you.”
The searing look he lets fly causes me to arch my body towards him, he’s just too fucking hot; he’s tied up and still calling the shots. “Choose a safe word.”
“I won’t be needing a safe word,” he states holding my attention for far too long. “You think too much of this body to damage it.”
How right he is…
“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure, what I have in mind may surprise you.”
“Then surprise away.” He’s actually calling my bluff. I hate and love it in equal measure.
“In that case we’ll say it’s ‘Romeo,” I declare, confidently.
“Whatever.”
I crawl up his knees and then his thighs before sitting astride him, rubbing myself against his swelling erection while my mouth lingers on his left ear, his neck and finally his mouth. “Do you want to call me Beth or Elizabeth?”
He takes no time to decide. “Elizabeth.” He pushes his nose into my hair and even his breath excites me. For a second I forget who’s supposed to be in charge, and he feels me giving into him.
“This isn’t something Beth would do.”
When I lean back he is so indecently sexy, he makes me want to sink myself onto him. “Ok, Elizabeth it is then.” He constructs a semi-serious stare and I feel as if I have control, or the illusion of it.
I make my move and head south; his dress pants are welded to his perfect body by a soft, black leather belt. I slip it out of the loops, drag it through with my left hand and wear it around my neck like a scarf. He jerks slightly, feeling my hands squeezing his thighs on my way down to his feet.
“I’m going to take off your shoes and tie you up.” From his expression, it is clear he is enjoying this game; he is passive, cooperative and utterly delectable.
I fling his hand made shoes across the room and massage his muscular calves. Making it up as I go, I slide the belt from my neck and loop it around the leg of the chair, securing his right leg and then his left leg. Stringing out this game will not be easy.
“Let’s get started.” Even though I’m not seeking permission, he nods. I scrape my fingernails down his bare chest, only stopping when my hands rest on his waistband. I make short work of his buttons and zip and, with my eyes on his, slip my hand inside his boxers, feeling through pubic hair until I reach firm flesh. I’m not sure whose breathing hitches first but I know mine is getting to the point where I’m having to open my mouth, to inhale extra oxygen.
“You’re hard and ready for me Mr. Stone.” I gasp.
The look he gives me is hot enough to start a fire. “I’m always hard for you Elizabeth.”
“We’ll see.”
My words resonate and we have a shared recollection of the previous night’s conversation. I’m unprepared for the increasing intensity of his libidinous look: it sets my insides alight, forcing me to squirm at the thought of him inside me.
In a spontaneous act of physical longing, I pull down his trousers and his boxers to his knees. He’s tied, hands and feet, virtually naked and clearly aroused, and yet it is he who has the power over me. I want to ask for guidance but dismiss my need for direction. I can do this. I have to set him free.
I position myself in front of him and wriggle out of my black lacy panties, giving him time to take in the implication of my exhibitionism. This time, when I settle my sodden crutch on to his flexing cock, he is visibly overcome with carnal lust. His expression hardens and his top lip twitches unconsciously.
“You feel so wet,” he mutters, dragging out the vowel for effect and tipping back his head, giving in to the sweet sensation of moist flesh rubbing up against moist flesh. My clitoris is aching for attention, and my hand fulfils that need. I’m so wanton and allow him to watch as I please myself.
“Jesus, untie me.” He’s becoming agitated, pulling against his restraints as I edge closer to climaxing. I brush away his words with my other hand and he sucks ravenously on my fingers until I am able to fold my lips over his, moaning into his open mouth.
Words hiss from his lips, “That’s it, let me hear you.”
My gentle punishment gets underway: I’m denying him access to my sex and it’s driving him crazy. He’s frantic with lust. I begin to cry out, I’m so close.
“Fuck me Elizabeth.”
I ignore his plea, taking his chin in my right hand, turning him to the left, allowing access to the right side of his face and neck. I drag my tongue along his chin then taste his lips with the tip of it as I come loudly against my hand. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, desperate for physical contact, tugging and pulling against the cord and the belt keeping his feet in place.
Still panting I reach for the condom, concealed in the top of my basque, tearing it apart with my teeth. He’s lurching and rearing off the chair, his hard cock is pulsating underneath me, frantically seeking me out.
“You can’t do this.”
I look into his eyes, knowing this is fast becoming more than a game. “I can and I will. You’re not giving yourself to me Mr. Stone. All this time you have been pretending and that’s a very naughty thing to do.”
“Stop ... Beth!”
He just took himself out of the game.
“Stop pretending Ayden.” I stand over him, leaving his most treasured organ exposed. I slide the condom down it, causing him to throw back his head in ecstatic agony. I grip the rigid shaft and place the tip against the entrance to my vagina; it slides back and forth against my saturated skin
“Christ Beth!”
“Now I want you to give yourself to me, say the words and make it real Ayden.”
“I love you Beth, isn’t that enough?”
“No. Accept your fate.” I begin to rock my body back and forth whilst fisting his rigid cock, knowing he desperately wants to be inside me.
“Stop! Beth, I can’t.”
“Then use the safe word. Make me stop.” I order him. “You have to say the words Ayden, not for me, but for you.” I lean into him and whisper in his ear. “Give it up for me baby.” Those words take him to breaking point.
He calls out. “Yes, yes I submit. Everything I am, you have me. I Belong To You.” Between gritted teeth he commands. “Now, fucking ride me!”
It’s what we both need to hear and, with those words echoing in my ears, I sit onto him, taking him deep inside, gripping his legs until it’s almost painful; clinching and crushing him internally.
He growls, “Ride me.”
I respond, picking up speed, moving to a turbulent rhythm, swerving and rocking until the heat in my groin reaches boiling point.
“I’m going to come so hard,” he exclaims, arching his back off the chair. “You’re so fucking hot you’re killing me Beth.”
His ejaculation, ripples through me and triggers a chain reaction, I come and contract around him and he pumps out into me again, jerking and groaning into the darkness.
I wait until he stills and rest my head on his shoulder; his skin is clammy and glazed with sweat, but it doesn’t matter, he’s still the sexiest guy in the known universe. I ease off him and on unsteady legs and edge behind him to untie his hands. When I release him, I see there are red rings cut into is skin. I kiss the red areas and he rests each hand against my face.
I straddle him, preparing to say ... what? ‘I’m sorry I hurt you.’ Tears sting my eyes.
He raises my face to his. “You didn’t hurt me Beth. You’ve saved me on so many levels. I adore you.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips and strokes my hair with such veneration I think I may weep. “Undo the belt so I can stretch out my legs.”
I do so immediately, rubbing his ankles, fearing they too will be marked and sore.
Looking troubled, he takes the belt from me. “What have I done to my little geni
e?”
I smile adoringly and confess, “You’ve set her free,” and fall into his arms.
***
It’s three in the morning when I wake, with the sound of Ayden’s words of submission still ringing in my ears. He’s not beside me again and, I realise it’s his voice I can hear. The only difference is: he’s not submitting now.
I trot into the bathroom and glance at myself. I’m weary from lack of sleep but behind my fluttering eye-lids there’s a brightness that wasn’t there a fortnight ago: my eyes are glistening with love. I tip-toe into the lounge and the volume increases.
“It’s three in the morning … I’ve told you not to call me. It’s over. I didn’t say that, I didn’t promise you anything … you need to move on. No, you can’t come round, I’m out of the country. It’s none of your fucking business who I’m with … look it’s late …”
The floorboard creaks beneath my feet, making me grimace: I’ve been found out. “Ayden? Is everything ok?” I call out, seeming as if ‘ve just woken.
“Go back to bed Elise. I’ve nothing more to say to you. Don’t call me again. Goodnight.”
His impressive silhouette comes over to me, any trace of harshness gone. “Hey sleepy head, what are you doing up?”
“I woke and wondered where you were, is everything alright? You were shouting?”
“Sure, it’s business as usual in Hong Kong. You know? The time difference?” He turns me around into the opposite direction.
“Oh yes, I forgot.”
Elise?
“Let’s get you back into bed.” He slips his arm under my naked bottom, picks me up off my feet and carries me back to bed as if I weigh nothing at all.
The soft sheets are cold beneath me. Nuzzling into him, I feel how cold his body is and I wrap myself across him, sharing some of my warmth. “You must have been there for ages, you’re so cold.” I begin rubbing his left arm with my hand.
“I’m warming up, see.” He slides my hand onto his growing erection. “… and getting warmer by the minute.”
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