by North, Cara
They shared small talk and caught up with each other. Frankie was always easy to talk to. She had a face that radiated the feelings that she could be trusted. Ivy knew this was pushing the boundaries of a newly formed friendship. It could be awkward since technically Ivy had dated Jonas. On screen she had done much more than that in two different films with Jonas.
She looked at the warm smile on Frankie’s face and decided she had no choice. She needed someone to talk to. She blurted out quickly, “I don’t know a whole lot about being in charge in the bedroom and I need to learn. Do you have any suggestions?”
Frankie’s eyes went wide and then relaxed. She tilted her head and said, “There is a lot of literature about sex. Historically, there are tons of erotic pieces. Even Shakespeare’s sonnets and the poem Venus and Adonis.”
“I need something contemporary. Something that will help me today.” Ivy could feel her face blushing.
Frankie asked, “Do you have your phone with you?”
“Of course.” Ivy quirked a brow at her.
“Let me see it.” Frankie held her hand out. Ivy fished through her purse and handed the retrieved phone to Frankie. Frankie began touching the screen and then said, “Ah ha! Here you go.”
She handed the phone back and Ivy looked at the list of books on the screen. Electronic books. She could read these and no one would ever know! “Oh my goodness!”
Frankie nodded. “Yeah. It makes things in that department a bit easier to research.”
“Do.” Ivy cleared her throat. She said do at least two more times and then said, “I can’t talk to anyone about this. Okay. My sister just makes me more confused, I don’t have any friends I can trust. I’ve been with one man my whole life, Frankie. I’m pregnant and running out of time to enjoy him without…”
“You’re pregnant?” she whispered.
“Yes.” Ivy nodded. “According to the doctor and the ultrasound we pretty much tossed that cake in the oven immediately.”
Frankie laughed. “My birth control failed. I had a miscarriage before we had Justine. It can be tough to give up that one on one time so quickly.”
Frankie raised her hand and the waitress approached. “Can we get one of those volcanoes?”
The girl walked away and Frankie admitted. “Chocolate is the only way to celebrate!”
Ivy laughed. “So any advice for me?”
“Yes.” Frankie nodded. “Read a lot and quickly. Don’t waste any time. Even if you don’t feel up to it, you better find the time and energy because if you have one like Justine...whew…she is her father’s child.”
Ivy nodded. It made sense. “He’s surfing today. There’s a storm off the coast. I don’t really know what that means other than big waves.”
“My students were the worst about that!” Frankie laughed. “I guess they can surf all year long, but during winter and when there is a storm off the coast the waves get bigger at even the beaches that have low waves. I don’t know. I don’t get it. I just know that Jonas was itching to go. It is the first time he has wanted to go since we’ve been together, so I am sure whatever is going on, it is going to be packed at the beaches today.”
“I just don’t get it.” Ivy shrugged. “Oooh, but I so get this.”
Frankie laughed as the chocolate cake with ice cream was placed in front of them.
***
Ivy read from the time she got home until the time he walked in the door with only the hour it took Mathis to help he set a few things up. She had arranged a few things in hopes that this is really what he wanted from her. He looked good. His hair was still a bit damp and he smelled like the beach.
She knew he couldn’t see her from where he was standing. She moved quickly to the kitchen as he approached the door. When she heard it open she said, “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving,” he said as he propped the board against the hall wall and headed towards her. He got two steps into the kitchen before he stopped. She looked him over as he looked her over. “Am I…was I…Did I miss something?”
She let the smile slip over her lips as she slowly shook her head no. “You like?”
He nodded.
She was dressed in an evening gown, the table was set with candles, and his favorite foods were waiting. She held up her hand and curled her finger indicating for him to come closer. He moved quickly until he was standing in front of her.
“I’m not dressed for this. I should probably shower.” He reached out to touch her.
She held up her hand and waved her finger back and forth as she tisked and then said, “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
Both of his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He reached out and put his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her. He planted a firm lip to hers and then leaned back. “I didn’t ask.”
This is exactly why she needed to discuss this. One minute he is crawling on his knees and up her legs, the next he wants her to. It was confusing. “Have a seat, Bo. We need to talk.”
He looked around the kitchen again and cautiously took a seat. He looked at her suspiciously and asked, “About what? I’m a little confused.’
She remained standing. “About this. Our control situation. I understand that you like being in control, but then this afternoon you seemed to like me in control, so I prepared this whole evening for you and now…I really need to know which is it?”
“Both.” He moved the chair so that he had plenty of space between him and the table. He held out his hand to her and asked, “Will you come sit with me for a minute? I’ll explain.”
She let her fingers slide over his and he curled his to grip hers as he pulled her forward. She took a seat on his lap and he kissed her right below her ear. She looked at him. His eyes glittered with approval, with interest, and with lust.
“I like making love to you. I like the basic act of it. I love playing with you. I love taking control of our situation, feeling how much you trust me. I want to trust you like that too. I don’t want one of us to always have the responsibility that comes with each role.” He watched for her reaction.
She nodded. “That’s good. I was really hoping to talk to you about this because that is exactly how I feel about it. I like letting you push me. You know I don’t know a lot of things. I’m learning. I have learned a lot in a short amount of time. One thing I know about myself is that I want control too. I want you to trust me. I want you to fall backwards knowing I will be there to catch you.”
He leaned in and stopped short of her lips. He was breathless when he asked, “May I?”
“Yes.”
His lips touched hers gently. He opened his mouth against hers and slid his tongue past her lips to stroke along hers. He ended the kiss as easy as he had entered into it. She stood up and said, “So tell me the word you want to use.”
His brow arched. “Excuse me?”
“The word. In case you say no, I need to know that no means no so you can just say something else.” She tried for her most innocent smile.
“Limit.” He drew his brows together. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.” She walked over to the table and picked up the plate with his favorite meal on it and carried it to her seat. She sat the plate next to her own. “Come, pull out my chair for me.”
He stood up slowly and walked over to pull out her chair. She could tell he was being extra cautious. She had no doubt he was nervous and excited. She took her seat. “Napkin.”
He took the napkin and laid it across her lap. He looked down at her with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.
“Candles.” He lit the candles and then turned down the kitchen light.
“You can take a seat now.” Ivy bit her lower lip. She had read a book on the basics of this kind of play and she was sure starting out with something non-sexual would make what she planned to do sexually a lot easier. She needed to build her confidence as the dominant one. “Not over there. Right here. On the floor. Next to me.”
She was grateful for the low lighting and the table cloth so he could not see her fidget with the hem of it since she couldn’t tug at the material on her dress. She gulped. She took a fortifying breath and said, “Yes.”
He stood there for what seemed an eternity. She looked at him for a moment or two and then realized she needed to act like it didn’t matter. She picked up her fork and started eating the small salad. He walked a few paces away, walked back. Put his hands on his hips. She picked up her glass and took a sip of the flavored water in it. He moved to his knees, sat back on his heels.
She looked at him and said, “Open.”
She forked a bite of salad for him and offered it. He grudgingly took a bite. It was probably half way through the meal before he relaxed. He moved closer to her, put his hands on her thigh and much like an eager puppy without manners invaded her space. He might as well have been in her lap by the end of it.
“Are you still hungry?” she asked.
“No.” He shook his head.
“Then blow out the candles and help me up.” She held out her hand to him. He stood, blew out the candles, and then gripped her hand with his. She stood up. In the heels she could almost look him eye to eye. “Escort me to the living room.”
He did. He looked at her as they entered and said, “You did this for me?”
“For us.” She corrected. “Now turn the music on.”
She motioned for him to come back to her and he did without hesitation. “Dance with me.”
He smiled so brightly she almost considered skipping ahead a few steps, but stuck to her plan instead.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered. His hands moved to embrace her tightly. They moved slowly around the open space of the living room.
She had asked Mathis to clear it out and pick up some romantic music they could learn to dance with prior to the wedding. He was thrilled. He helped her set up the whole evening though he thought it was for another reason.
“Where is your hand going?” She asked playfully.
He had slid it down to cup her ass. He slid it back up and said, “Sorry. I got carried away.”
She slid her hand up to slide through the back of his hair. “Did you have fun surfing today?”
“Yes.” His lips were at her cheek.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then ask.”
“May I kiss you?” he asked against the corner of her mouth.
“Yes.”
Breathless. She was absolutely breathless when he stopped kissing her. She was clinging to him and almost let him take over. She realized he could easily take advantage of her setting and everything she had lined up and use it for his own intents and purposes. She had put too much into it.
“Take off your clothes.” She whispered it and realized she was too weak and said it again with more force.
“Now?” He was still so close to her, overwhelming her, intoxicating her with his very existence.
She stopped moving and said, “Now. I’m going to sit on the couch. I want to watch you undress for me.”
She moved towards the couch and heard clothing behind her. “Wait until I get to the couch. I want to see.”
She bit her lips and held back her giggle. She was excited that he was excited. She took her seat and said, “Now. Undress. Slowly.”
He flushed pink from the request. He steeled his resolve as he took a breath and obliged her. She had seen him naked plenty of times by now. It was the intentional act of undressing for her viewing that had him blushing. He had taken off his jacket and shoes at the door when he came home.
She watched the muscle in his jaw tick repeatedly as his t-shirt fell to the floor beside him. He unfastened his jeans and slid the zipper down. He pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them.
“Turn around.” She watched his face as he processed the request. He would have to take off his boxer-briefs from the new angle. He turned slowly. She knew he was trying to figure out a way to get them down without bending over and showing his ass that way. “Today.”
He pushed them off quickly and she bit back the laugh. She got control of her expression and said, “Now come here to me.”
He didn’t have any problem with that request. He was almost there when he went to his knees and crawled towards her. He apparently liked to do that since she didn’t even have to ask for it. “Open.”
She rewarded him with a chocolate covered strawberry that was waiting on the tray that had been strategically placed on the end table. It wasn’t as difficult as she thought it would be to find chocolate that was suitable for people with a nut allergy.
“Come up here next to me.” She patted the seat next to her. He lifted his eyebrow in that way he did. He moved to sit next to her on the couch. “Put your head here, in my lap. Face me.”
He was stretched out as much as he could. She stroked his short hair and looked down at him. “Relax.”
She let her fingers explore him in ways she had not done before. She traced each of his eyebrows, touched his lush lashes, and traced the shell of his ear. The smooth flesh of his lips against her fingertip reminded her of just how soft and smooth other parts of his body were.
“You have gorgeous lips, Bo. I can barely look at you sometimes without thinking of all the things your mouth does for me. Did you know that your lips made me so crazy?”
“No.” He shifted and she looked down his body at his stiffened cock.
“They do. They always have. Years ago, the first time I ever saw you; the t-shirt was the first thing I noticed. Remember? You were on a ladder and I couldn’t see your face.” He nodded. His eyes were closed and he was letting her touch his face as much as she wanted to. “Then you stepped down and I realized how handsome you were. I was so flustered after that.”
He smiled against the fingers tracing his lips. “Does that make you happy?”
“Yes.”
Her fingers slipped over his chin and down his neck. She touched him lightly and as she neared his ribs he flinched, tensed, and tried not to wiggle and laugh. “Do you think this is funny?”
“I’m ticklish there, you know that.” He tensed again as she teased.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she moved to his chest. She circled one nipple and then pulled the flesh between two fingers. He inhaled sharply. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” He moved his hand to his cock and gripped it.
“No, no. You don’t touch that. It’s mine.” She pulled at his arm. He let go with a groan. “You’re gorgeous, Bo. I love everything about you. I love this chest of yours. I like putting my head, yes, right there.”
He had moved his hand to the spot she was talking about. She was surprised and touched by the fact that he knew she liked to do that. “And I like this belly button. Did you know that?”
“No.” He took a deep breath as her finger seduced the circle of his navel with a gentle tracing of the flesh.
“I can’t seem to reach any farther. Maybe you should stand up now?” She let her fingers slip back up to his shoulder. He sat up slowly and held the couch a moment. “Okay?”
“Dizzy for a second,” he admitted. She was sure if she didn’t speed things up and get him on his feet he would fall asleep hard or not.
“Come closer. That’s it. Look at this cock. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You have?” she giggled. “What?”
“Can I show you?” He bit his lower lip.
“Okay.”
He leaned over and tugged at the dress until it was moving up and over her waist. He hooked his fingers into her panties and stripped them down her legs. He held onto the panties as he stood back up and said, “See.”
“Clever.” She winked at him. “But it’s not time for that yet. Pick up a strawberry.
Feed it to me.”
He did. She reached out to grab his hips and pull him closer as she moved to the edge of the seat. She watched him watching her intently. He had no idea what she was up to. She swallowed the food and then opened her mouth around him. His left knee buckled and popped back into place almost instantly.
She took him deep, let him slide along the roof of her mouth and down the back of her throat several times before she pulled off and said, “Did you like that?”
He was breathless, “Yes.”
“Do you want more of it?”
“Please.”
“Then trade places with me. You sit here, on the edge like this and relax back.” She had come behind Mathis and made a few additional preparations to the room. She let him help her up and then he cautiously took a seat. “Closer. That’s it. Now relax.”
She picked up a strawberry and fed it to him. There were two left. He watched her cautiously as she kneeled between his legs. She pushed his knees farther apart so she could get more access. He adjusted his feet to accommodate her.
“Well, hello Mr. Bliss.” She circled the base of his cock with her fingers. He snickered because she had spoken directly to his dick. She hoped he could keep up that good humor because she intended to make him fall backwards and trust her. She consumed him and his light sounds turned to deep groans of approval.
“May I speak? Can I praise you?” he asked. It was then she realized he had only been replying. He didn’t speak unless spoken to.
“Yes.” She stroked his testicles and he gripped the cushions of the couch in his hands. “You can speak as you like.”
“That feels good.” He said as she massaged his scrotum. One hand left him to pull out the tube of lubricant she had tucked under her breast to get it nice and warm making its job easier since it was meant to be warm. The moment the top popped he sat up straight. “What was that?”
“Lubricant.” She looked at him and held up the small tube of warming lube. He was breathing heavily. His eyes flashed with panic. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, but…”
“No. You either trust me, or you don’t,” She was serious. He had done things to her and she was going to make damn sure she did things to him that pushed his boundaries. “Which is it?”