I hopped up and said, “Yes, Sir.” Excited, I shuffled off to the bathroom.
Back in the bedroom, Tate stood naked, his cock fully engaged. Two coils of white, cotton rope and a long, red scarf lay on the bed. “Turn around and cross your wrists up behind you.” My heart ricocheted in my chest as soon as he covered my eyes with the scarf, knotting it at the back of my head. Then he used the long ends of the red material to secure my wrists behind me, my elbows bent, my wrists crisscrossed.
“I’m trembling,” I said. “I’ve never been blindfolded before.”
“Trust me and keep breathing.”
“Okay, okay,” I panted, trying to regulate my air intake. Arousal and fear caused my pussy to crimson and my nipples to strain for his touch.
“How does that feel?”
“Uh ... okay. I can’t see anything.”
“Good. Now step back and sit on the bed.” He lifted my right foot and wrapped the rope around my ankle a few times, securing it with a knot. He did the same thing to the other leg. “Now scoot back and bring your heels to your thighs.”
I couldn’t use my hands to help, so I had to wiggle my butt to move me farther up on the bed. Then I felt Tate circle the rope attached to my ankles around each thigh, fastening my legs open wide. Heat pulsed in my pussy, and I could feel my rigid clit. I felt vulnerable to the extreme.
“Easy. I need you to take slow, even breaths.” His hands roamed my body, teasing around my juicy flesh and my nipples but never quite touching them.
“Your submission is so beautiful, but I miss watching the arousal play across your face. Especially while you’re panting. So sexy.”
I felt the bed dip behind me and then my hands were freed and my eyes uncovered.
He retied my wrists up again with my elbows out, and then moved in front of me. His hands cupped my face as he stared down at me. “So lovely. See how hard your nipples are, and I haven’t even touched them. Yearning, craving my touch. And your pussy is leaking onto my bed, so sweet. I need to taste you.” He pushed me onto my back and spread my knees wide. “Look at this clit of yours, so swollen and excited,” he said, pulling back the hood and sucking it into his mouth.
I rocked on my arms behind me, trying to move away from the ferocity of his attention.
“You can’t escape me now. I’ve thought about this all morning as you moaned and groaned in your sleep.”
Can one blush when their heart’s already racing mach-a-million?
He stepped away, the heat of his mouth leaving my pussy. With his back to me, he opened the top drawer of his dresser and retrieved an odd-looking set of nipple clamps. They looked like tweezers with black, rubber ends. He lifted me up to a sitting position and said, “These will work on your large nipples, and I’m so curious to test your tolerance. Do you see this metal ring? The closer I push it toward the end, the tighter it gets.” He slid the first on and I thought, Heh, not bad. After he attached the other one, he shifted the rolling bars up and my eyes watered.
“Holy Jesus Mother Murphy! I’m .... ahhh ... I’m...” My body shook from the extreme sensation, and I couldn’t get away from it.
“Shhh.” He held my head and soothed down my back. “That’s a good girl.” His fingers leisurely brushed over my clit. “I’m going to fuck you so hard in a minute, but first I need to punish your nipples some more.”
I peered up, shaking my head rapidly.
“Are you saying no?” He pulled back the hood, exposing my clit, and then spanked it. “Do you remember the safeword?”
“Yesss.”
“Then use it,” he said, twisting the right tweezer clamp, “or behave. Shall I continue?”
“Use me.”
He raised one eyebrow and said, “I will. Here we go.” He tightened the clamps more and continued massaging my clit.
Fire spit out from my nipples and raged through my body.
“Breathe, baby. So sexy.” He used the back of his hand to stroke the flesh of my breast. “I’m going to get you really close to cumming and then I’m going to spank your clit to orgasm.”
My arousal hit an all-time peak from his words and manipulations. I so wanted to please him and myself.
“Do you know what happens to naughty girls?” he said, dipping down into my wetness, spreading it around my clit and tapping the tip.
“They ... ohhh ... get used ... punished by a—sweet Jesus—a big hulkin’, half-breed ... American Indian. If, ohhh, if they’re lucky.”
“Excellent answer,” he said, laughing. He kissed me hard, causing me to fall back onto my arms tied behind me. With his fingers, he tightened the clamps even more and then with his right palm, he pushed down on my mound and exposed my clit.
Before he spanked even once, I mumbled, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.”
Then he spanked my clit over and over and said, “Cum for me, baby.”
“Ahhh,” I cried out.
“Do it, I need to be inside you.”
Panting and screaming, sure my heart never beat so intensely, I squirted as my climax detonated. Like a bomb imploding within, my body convulsed with each wave of release. I struggled to maintain eye contact as the contractions raped my core.
“I’ve never seen anything like that,” he whispered in awe.
I wanted to say I had never felt anything remotely like it, but I couldn’t speak. While still floating in the rapture of my orgasm, I felt him roll me forward and climb onto the bed behind me.
In my ear, he whispered, “I’m going to take you now and pound into you until I cum so hard I can’t see straight.” Using my tied arms for leverage, he thrust deeply on the first stroke. Then as promised, he rammed into me again and again. “It won’t take me long.”
So turned on, I gushed and squirted throughout the luscious assault.
“Now, Blue!” He bit down on my shoulder and jackhammered through his orgasm, which seemed longer than ever before. He fell to the side, sweating and panting. “Give me a sec. Sweet Jesus. That was...” he pulled on the knot that kept my hands secured behind my back. Once released, I rolled over and collapsed to the side. He pulled my back against him and breathed against my neck.
After a few minutes, I murmured, “I need help.”
He curled around me and untied my feet from my thighs. “I...”
“Yes?”
“I’ll be right back,” he ended up saying, but I wondered if he felt more like me. Was he about to say that he loved me?
I love you.
When he came back, he brought a washcloth for me. “We need to strip the bed. I forgot a towel and we made a mess.” His eyes smiled at me.
I relaxed.
Together we remade the bed, and Tate laughed when he heard my stomach growl.
“I’m starving,” I said, slipping into the terrycloth robe.
“Eggs, bacon, toast?”
“Yum!”
He took my hand and said, “Thank you.”
“For?”
“For trusting me.”
“It was incredibly intense. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.” I laughed. “My lady bits are still vibrating and twitching.”
“Lady bits?” he said with a deep laugh. Then his face became serious. “Yeah, intense is a good word. It was for me, too.”
Out on the deck, I chowed down on breakfast. “God this is good. I never take the time to cook breakfast for myself.”
“What do you usually eat?”
“Instant oatmeal. It’s easy and quick.”
“Easy and quick isn’t always the best way to go.”
Was there some double entendre I was supposed to understand with that remark? He was definitely not quick and easy in the love department. “Did you mean it when you said you have never cum so hard?”
“You betcha.” He grinned. “Do I have Bond to thank for exploring your depraved ways?”
“A question for a question.” I sipped my coffee and placed it on the table between us.
“About sex only.”
“Okay. Yes. Bond is the only other man I’ve let tie me up and discipline me.”
“So he’s into that sort of thing.”
I chuckled. “Oh yeah. He’s got a lot of restraints, whips, and toys. I get the impression that most of my guy friends are a bit kinky. Not sure about Kev, but Lainie has been hinting about Stay.”
“And Red?”
“He’s into Shibari, Japanese rope art, but other than a light spanking, he’s not. At least he wasn’t with me. I know that Bond and Red have shared Jacqs together, so I guess he’s kinky in that way. My turn. So the stuff in the secret drawer? Ever use that sort of thing on your wife?”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “No.”
“So the string of one night stands?”
“The nipple clamps I bought for you, but yes.”
“Let me get this straight,” I said, turning in my seat to face him. “You pick up women and they let you, someone they don’t know at all, tie them up and whip them?”
“You didn’t know me that well...”
“True, but you didn’t tie me up that first night and Cat’s known you for a while and wow, they really just go home with you and let you do whatever?”
“There was usually alcohol involved.”
“Right,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “It must be because you are so formidable and good looking. It rattles their brains.”
“I thought I wasn’t at all your type.”
“Yeah ... well...” I blushed. “When did you start having interest in bondage and discipline?”
“Always.”
“But—”
“Enough questions.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, holding my hands up in defeat.
We cleaned up the kitchen together as I drifted on a domesticated high. I felt more and more like part of a couple with the man who was adamant he would never be part of a long-term partnership. We had a rhythm together, and not just a sexual one. Even knowing there were parts of him I could never reach, he wove more into my heart and soul every day.
As if a radio that could pick up my brainwaves, he asked, “So, relationships before Bond?”
“Nothing worth writing home about. Sexually, I didn’t feel comfortable. I rarely came with them. They didn’t care, and mostly neither did I. I enjoyed the physical connection. Serge, my boss at a previous job, made me cum. On the one hand, we had to keep our relationship secret at work. Otherwise, he wanted to wear me like a piece of jewelry. We lived two different lives. I won’t lie, the sneaking around was fun. Stealing away to his office so I could blow him, then return to serving my tables, turned me on.”
“Was he married?” Tate asked, his lips tight.
“No, I would never. When Jacqs and Bond were officially dating, I never had sex with Bond.”
“Good.” His expression softened. “So how was it outside of the restaurant with Serge?”
“He bought me very revealing clothes to wear and I tried to get on board with it, but I never felt safe with him. He liked to play games.”
“What kind of games?” He dried his hands on a dishtowel and rested against the edge of the counter.
“He liked for me to go to a bar, all slutted out. I’d throw on very tight, low-slung jeans, sheer, plunging blouses, and high pumps. I mean slutty. I would sit at the bar and wait for men to approach.”
“Which I’m sure they did,” Tate said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes, and I let them buy me drinks and flirt, knowing that Serge sat watching a few stools down.”
“I think I get the picture. So, after a while he would swoop in, which I’m certain the men weren’t happy about.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “There were a few fights, and I hated it. He was pretty much a dick, so when I caught him in the office with another girl from the restaurant, I quit.”
“How long ago was that?” he asked, rubbing his chin with the palm of his hand.
“Not long. A few months. Don’t worry, I got tested. I was completely stressed out until the results came back.”
Tate’s face clouded over. “You thought he was being monogamous?”
“Yes. Yeah I know, but to be honest, I was relieved. Not that I got to skip over the devastating rejection that comes with realizing the person you care about doesn’t give a shit about you, but I needed a way out and he opened the door.”
“And then you and Bond resumed—”
“Yes, he helped me get over it.”
Tate’s brows furrowed and he asked, “Do you and Bond go bareback?”
“You mean, did we?”
That earned me a huge smile. “Did?”
“Never. I believe Jacqs is his only exception.”
“Hmmm. And Serge?”
“No, but he broke a condom or two.”
“Why me?”
I knew what he was asking. “Two reasons, really. You said you hadn’t had sex in over three years, and I believed you. I figured the STD risk was low. And, smelling the condom on you reminded me of Bond, and I didn’t want to think about him while we were together. Honestly, I didn’t think you were going to change your mind. Then once I felt your cock in me, I never wanted to go back.”
He took one giant step and closed the gap between us. His strong arms lifted me onto the counter and we wrapped our arms around each other, my legs crossed over his ass. Our kiss ignited like a brush fire morphing into a full-scale inferno, scorching the land. He tore his mouth from mine. “I think I heard your phone.”
“Huh? Oh?” I rested my head on his chest, trying to recover from his ravishment.
“Shouldn’t you check it?” He peered down at me.
“Yeah,” I said, reluctantly jumping down from the counter.
Tate followed me into the bedroom where I retrieved my phone from my overnight bag.
“Shit!”
“Who is it?”
“My mother. She texted an SOS and I have three missed calls from her.”
“Do you want space?”
“No, but let’s go out back. I bet the reception is better there.”
“Okay.”
I called my mother, settled myself on Tate’s lap, his arms holding me tightly.
“Where have you been?” my mother’s voice sounded frantic.
“What’s happened?”
“Helena. She won’t make it through the night.”
“Will she let me see her?” I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to keep from breaking down.
“She’s asking for you.”
“Text me the hospital address. I need to shower and then I’ll head over.” I shut off the phone and saw Tate intently watching me. “It’s my aunt. She’s been battling cancer and—”
“I’ll drive.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Skipping Stone
by Amos Lee
Tate and I took quick showers and since I only had my work clothes for later, I dressed in my black pants and The Chart House long-sleeved, gray shirt.
“You should call work and tell them you can’t make it,” he said as we climbed into the Jeep to head to the hospital. I threw my bag on the back seat.
“Yeah.” I called Stan and he said he would get one of the day servers to cover my dinner shift. He also said I had the following weekend off but in that moment, it was hard to care.
“Tell me about your aunt,” Tate said as he pulled onto A1A.
“She was the bright spot in my otherwise dark childhood. She and I connected in a way I never did with my mom or dad. Kindred spirits, she always said. Such a free spirit, I idolized the way she floated through life. Courageous and just the opposite of me.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo. The brave push forward in spite of their fear, not because of the lack of it.”
I wondered if Tate would ever be brave again. Please, I thought. I watched his profile as he navigated the streets, grateful to have him with me.
He took my hand in his
and squeezed it.
At the hospital, we took the elevator to the oncology ward and found my mother and Daniel sitting in the waiting room. My mom stood up and embraced me as Daniel shook Tate’s hand. For the first time I could see my mother’s age. No makeup filled the lines, and her red-rimmed eyes bespoke her pain.
“I’m so sorry, Mom,” I said, touching her arm.
“Go on back and I’ll wait here with—”
“Tate,” he said, extending his hand.
“Jude never mentioned dating anyone.”
“It’s relatively new.” I glanced from one to the other. “Be normal please,” I said to her.
She waved me away.
Daniel walked me to Helena’s room and said, “I don’t want to step on any toes. Just know I’m here to help you and your mom in any way you need.”
“Thank you, Daniel, that’s very nice.”
He opened the door for me, and I waited as a nurse stepped out. Inside the room, I approached Helena’s bed. All the vibrancy in my aunt had vanished. All that remained was a shell of her former self. My tears spilled as she held her hand out to me and I grasped it, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Hey, Love Bug,” she said in a gravelly voice.
“Hey, Mama Butterfly.” I struggled to force down a sob.
“My wings no longer work here, but I’m set to fly away on the next phase of my journey.” She smiled but then grimaced.
“Should I get the nurse?”
“No,” she said, holding up her morphine pump. “I want to talk to you first. Tell me what’s happened. Your energy is so different. A man?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re in love. I haven’t seen you in love since—” Her forehead creased, and she breathed out slowly.
“We don’t need to talk about me. Please.”
“That’s exactly what we need to do. This is the last time we can have girl talk, and it’s what I want most.”
I sobbed and said, “Okay.”
“Is he handsome?”
“Ridiculously so.”
“I can tell you’re clearly smitten. Does he love you too?”
“No, Auntie H, and he won’t.”
“You’re the most lovable person on the planet. Of course he’ll love you.”
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