by N. K. Love
Mid-orgasm, he slides his tongue back into me slowly and my walls snuggle around his thick muscle, pulsating erratically. I breathe my way through the pleasure, focussing on his presence not only within my body but in every single part of my being.
I have fallen deep.
Chapter Fifteen
Jax
Carrying her over to the guest bed, I lower her down and carefully straighten out her thighs. Beth throws her arms above her head so that she’s fully stretched out before me in this ludicrously badass lingerie. Looking like this and tasting like that… I am blessed beyond measure.
For now, she’s mine and I’m going to enjoy what’s mine whilst I can.
“I want you in my bed.”
“O-or we could stay here.”
She pats the mattress beside her.
“I wish I could make you come to my room, so I could make you come in my room.”
“That’s your fifth freckle, G.”
She wiggles her eyebrows, smiling as I help her up. I hold her face and scan the freckles.
“I see another forty-three here, all destined for similar outcomes.”
She wraps her arms over my shoulders, stopping just short of kissing me.
“You are an amazing man, Jaxson Carter.”
Kissing me full on the lips, she doesn’t give in to my urge for her to open her mouth. Instead she breaks away and breezes confidently passed me. I turn to watch her stride out of the room, seeing flashes of red at the bottom of her heels. I follow her swaying hips, hypnotised by the movement of her peachy ass and pendulum-like ponytail.
My girl definitely wears her orgasms in style.
I allow her a couple of seconds to adjust to the darker setting, which is broken up with the flickering candles that I’ve placed randomly around the room. I stand behind her. Retrieving a wide black silk tie from my back pocket, I drape it over her shoulders so that it hangs over her shelved breasts.
Taking the handcuffs off the bedside table I pass them to her. She runs her delicate fingers over the cool, hard metal. I own no gimmicky forms of sexual restraints so these are the real deal. But I’m sure Beth will rectify that situation with some online shopping if she enjoys this as much as I’m planning she will.
I’ve put the vibrating bullet beside her vibrator and lube on the other bedside table. She brought her toys in here earlier when she came up to look at the cameras I’ve set up. But as of yet, she hasn’t asked me to film tonight.
I haven’t forgotten her telling me a while ago how she’d fantasised about sucking dick whilst using a vibrator. In fact it’s instantly became a fantasy of mine ever since.
“I’m going to cuff your hands in front of you but you won’t be attached to anything. I’m going to blindfold you with this first.” I slip the tie slowly from around her neck. “Before that, I think we need a safeword.”
Beth immediately scoffs.
“I don’t think that’s necessary Jax. Surely if I want you to stop, I’ll just tell you.”
“What if I don’t think you mean it?”
“Well, I don’t see how ‘Fucking stop now’ can really be misconstrued?”
She’s smiling but as much as I love her feisty mouth, I’ll have to verbally restrain it too, otherwise she won’t completely commit herself to this experience.
“It doesn’t quite roll off your tongue as well as a safeword would… Humour me, Angel.”
“O-okay… Tricks.”
The name of the nightclub where we first spoke to one another.
“Good.” I kiss her soft neck and talk more sternly now. “I’m not planning on pushing you but it’s best to have it at the ready in case you panic for any reason. So, use it if you need me to stop. Other than that, only speak if I ask you to… and it’s Sir from now on Beth, okay?” Beth nods in agreement but I shake my head. “Tell me.”
Beth hesitates for a split second then answers with a sultry whisper.
“I understand, Sir.”
“Good.” I hold her face and look deep into her eyes, registering the wave of uncertainty residing there. I silently reassure her and brush my thumbs across her lovely soft lips. Then I whisper in her ear, “Are you mine?”
This time she answers without hesitation, which tells me that she’s right her in this moment with me now.
“Yes, Sir.”
I wrap the silk length around her head, ensuring I’ve covered enough of her face to block out any light. Once it’s secured comfortably I stand back to appreciate the most scenic of views.
“Turn around. Slowly.”
In her high heels, she teeters on the carpet, holding her arms out to find her balance. She starts turning slowly. Her sideways profile shows her extenuated beautiful curves and my eyes travel over her exquisite lines, landing on my favourite arch at the base of her spine. Beth stops with her back to me. Half of her peachy cheeks are covered up whilst the other half are inviting me to spread them wide.
“Keep going.”
I remove my jeans.
After returning to her original position, I take the cuffs from her and tell her to lie in the middle of the bed with her hands above her head. I set the system ready to play the tranquil, peaceful piece of music I found for her earlier. As I do so, I watch her delicately crawl on all fours and lie down as instructed.
Physically, I know she knows she is sexy and attractive but she really is still oblivious as to exactly how unbelievably enchanting she is.
From day one, I’ve allowed myself to let the sweetness of this woman touch my undeserving life. That bold move is going to either make me or break me—only Beth can reveal which it’ll be.
Beth
Jax lets me lie in silence with just the tick tock of his wall clock for company. I’ve lost track of how many minutes it’s been. In the darkness I try to sense his whereabouts. I thought I heard his movements but now I can’t be sure where in the room he is. His studious absence intentionally plays tricks with my mind.
What happens next is totally unexpected. The captivating sounds of a woman’s soulful voice fills the room. The speakers in each corner effectively produce the surround sounds rendering my efforts to detect Jax useless.
This voice is spiritual, it’s captivating. The sounds flutter over my body, soaking into my skin. Time is lost as a higher state is found. The only other piece of music that has had this effect on me is ‘Long Time Sun’ by Snatam Kaur, which Wills introduced me to.
The exquisite voice medleys with sounds of woodwind instruments and violins. I don’t recognise the language and as much as I’d love to understand her words, it simply isn’t necessary. The visions and emotion it evokes is indescribable. The ambience it has created is stunning.
My left leg flinches as Jax touches my ankle. He trails his fingers over the top of my stockings. When he reaches the bare flesh of my thigh, he continues over my basque, running over the top of my breasts. My body literally feels as though it pines for him when he’s not around.
My hands are stretched out above my head. His fingers glide up my left arm and he takes hold of my wrist. Next comes the cold touch of metal as he encases my wrist within the handcuffs.
Jax must walk around the bed because a few seconds later he repeats every move on my right side but this time when he clamps the cuff shut I feel the tension between my wrists. The handcuffs feel weighty and I definitely feel restrained. His body heat disappears and a moment of doubt and panic washes through me.
Now I’m grateful for the safeword. He knew I’d feel like this. I gain my composure through the symphony and let the vibrations pass over my body, similar to when I meditate.
The mattress dips at the bottom of the bed and Jax’s presence settles me once more. He comes to kneel between my legs and the warmth of his skin tells me he’s taken his jeans off. Jax runs his thumbs up the inside of my thighs and encourages them to open wider apart for him.
My body doesn’t need to consult my brain, it’s trained to his touch and permission comes
easy.
My pussy still feels sensitive from the amazing, gravity defying orgasm he’s already given me tonight. He teases me with his fingers, then leans over me without our upper bodies touching until his lips fall to my neck. Rolling my head to the side, he obliges by running a trail of soft kisses from my ear down to my heaving breasts.
I ripple my body to gain some friction from my basque, but that only serves to heighten my greed as I feel his naked cock bob against me.
So he’s completely naked and bared, inches away. I imagine that lush feeling when he edges into me and immediately respond with an inner squeeze from my core. This evolves into a pang of arousal when I acknowledge, with slight agitation, that it’s too soon for that. I know he won’t be inside me yet.
Something—I then recognise as my vibrator—travels from my breasts down to land between my legs. After a couple of seconds, the silicone head nudges at my entrance. I notice that it’s coated in a warm lube and then I catch the strawberry scent in the air.
Slowly he deepens the head and then the vibrations begin. He skilfully handles my ribbed toy and although it could never be a substitute for him, it’s particularly satisfying when he’s the one in control.
My hips are meeting his lunges. Jax lifts one of my heels and braces my ankle on his shoulder. Spreading me further apart, I picture how he looks, examining my intimate parts whilst I’m cuffed and blindfolded.
The scene must look erotic and I wish I’d had the nerve to ask him to film it. Maybe I would’ve if I’d known tonight was going to play out like this. All of this, along with the vibrating thrusts, marinades with the haunting yet enlightening sounds surrounding us, causing me to climb quickly to my climax.
My orgasm comes hard again, with my mouth gasping for breath. I dig my foot into the duvet and hear the cover rip as my heel tears straight through it.
In one perfectly executed move, Jax flips me over onto my stomach, yanks my hips in the air and delivers a harsh slap across one cheek. My breasts swell against the mattress. He nudges my knees apart so that my cheeks spread themselves. My insides are still throbbing from my climax, yet I’m always eager for Jax.
Each clip of my suspenders is deftly released, allowing the basque to ride further up but the boned structure keeps it positioned. The familiar strawberry scent reaches my nostrils just as the wet lube smooth’s over and around my tightness. I tense a little but focus back on the mesmerising music.
He slides the vibrator back into my pussy whilst pushing his finger into me without resistance. I groan into the sheets as he stretches and presses. The vibrator remains inside but it stills.
Next I feel something different pressing against me. I realise it’s the lubricated bullet just as he applies a little more pressure and replaces his finger to ease the whole thing inside me. The feeling forces me to catch my breath and take a mouthful of his bed sheets to bite down on in the process.
Rubbing my cheeks in reassurance, Jax sways my hips gently side to side, allowing me to adjust to this new experience.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mm-huh.” I mumble into the sheets. But I know I answered too quickly and unconvincingly, not wanting to lose the moment. I empty my mouth and this time answer in a whisper of a breath, “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.”
I’d almost forgotten that I haven’t been speaking, too caught up with appreciating everything else that’s happening.
Jax starts working the vibrator again, in and out of my wet pussy whilst tiny vibrations begin pulsing from the bullet. I thought his finger felt foreign, but this, this feels bizarre but so good. He ups the speed a little more and rather than pulsing, it changes to a ripple effect—he’s obviously studied the features well.
He replaces the vibrator with his tongue. He sucks my pussy long and slow, reminding me of when we passionately kiss.
Rolling my stockings down to my knees, he softly turns me over onto my back and unravels them off my toes. He turns his attention to the hook and eyes of my basque. Methodically releasing each hook, he gradually works his way up, alternating the pattern and the speed of the vibrations midway.
After unhooking the last eye, he lets the basque drop down to my sides. My breasts fall freely and my nipples peak harder. I arch my back slightly, enjoying the abandonment of the moment. I want him to enjoy the sight of my naked body as I so often do his.
“You are so beautiful, Angel. Do you know how beautiful you are?” He glides his fingers up to my breasts and I focus on the need for him to caress me. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” Touch me please. “Sir.”
Tracing ever-decreasing circles around my breasts over and over until he reaches my nipples, he rolls them gently at first and then tighter.
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
I moan as he alternates between pinching my nipples and massaging my breasts.
“I am. Beautiful. Sir.”
“Yes, you are.” Moving a thumb to my panting mouth, he pushes inside. “Suck.” I latch onto his thumb with eagerness and suck him hungrily. I hear him groan as I lift my knee to rub my thigh against his erection, making it clear what I’d rather be sucking. “Do you want to suck my cock, Angel?”
He removes his thumb for me to answer.
“Yes.”
He clears his throat to prompt me.
“Yes please, Sir.”
I suck harder at the prospect and squeeze my thighs together, appreciating the wave of pressure it sends to my core. Jax gets up from the bed and takes hold of my clasped hands. Pulling them towards him, he tells me to follow him.
He walks us over to the large tub chair that’s usually in the corner, but he’s moved it to the base of the bed for some reason.
“On your knees… That’s it. Good.”
The music is still playing and it’s equally intrinsic to this evening. The thick carpet cushions my bare knees and my mouth is hungry for that connection between us.
Jax comes to sit on the chair in front of me but leans down and takes my hands from the floor.
“Time to achieve your fantasy. Take this.” He pushes the base of the vibrator into my hands with the head facing my body. It’s already vibrating. At the same time he adjusts the pattern of the bullet again. “Are you ready?”
I nod without wavering and he guides my head to his lap. With no hands or sight, I won’t be able to hold him, to stroke him or to even see him. His crown brushes against my mouth and I instinctively open wide to take him in but he doesn’t guide himself inside to accept the invitation.
I dip my head and with a wide tongue, I taste him from root to tip in one fluid motion, sucking his wetness from the tip. I automatically move to take him into my mouth but he counters by pulling away.
“Not yet, Angel.” My arms are stretched out either side of my breasts, causing them to squeeze together. Another alteration to the tempo of the bullet, that’s still nestled away creating waves of confusing excitement throughout my body. “Play with yourself first. I want to watch you.”
With permission granted, I slide my knees further apart and easily find my slick, sweet spot with the vibrator. Once I’ve found my rhythm, he returns his erection to my mouth where my parted lips are already waiting.
As tempting as it is, I don’t want him to withdraw again, so this time I don’t react. He responds by angling himself to stroke his delicious crown around my lips, like my very own Jax flavoured lipstick.
I want him deep in my throat but instead I push the vibrator deeper. The handcuffs are pulling taut across my wrists but any discomfort dissolves into numbness as I direct my attention to the pleasure running through me, in beat with the soothing sounds of the music mingled with Jax’s words of encouragement.
He tells me how enchanting I look and how he’s going to enjoy sliding into my pussy. That acts as another stimulus and as my moans become more frequent, he alters the rhythm of the vibrations with the remote control, reaching a new level of desire and intensity.
I bite down on my lips.
“Open. Wider.”
Jax rocks the head of his cock from left to right, just inside my mouth. My tongue licks him enticing him in, to give us what we both want.
He edges himself inside my mouth at last. I relish his saltiness again. Wrapping my lips around him, he sinks into me and it’s so good to finally have him here. I feel Jax stroking himself from his root to my lips in sync with me.
The music keeps my movements measured and controlled, whilst my mouth and my pussy are suitably fucked, plus there’s the added anal stimulation too.