by Rebel Hart
And it was waaaay too late to take a step backwards now.
That time it was me that leaned in. I suddenly wanted him more than anything, and if that meant I had to subject myself to a couple of binds, then that would just have to happen.
“Show me,” I said.
A smile widened on his face. “As you wish.”
With a forcefulness that was only more arousing, Bryce flipped me around so that my back was to him. His hands, which started on my hips, slowly dragged up my stomach, over my breasts and up my neck. The way he moved his hands across my skin was like he was trying to force me to memorize the feeling. It was slow, and the sensation of his fingertips lingered in so many places that it felt like I had more than two hands on me. The way he moved was practiced and mastered, and I had the feeling that if I just let go and trusted him, he would show me pleasure I’d never experienced before. Something wild and foreign.
I wanted it badly.
He lifted one of the binds in front of me and wrapped it around my mouth. The fabric wasn’t so restrictive that it made me feel like I couldn’t scream out if I desperately needed to. Maybe the sound would be muffled, but he’d hear me for sure. Thinking about any gag I’d ever seen, that was the case, and in this circumstance, the bind wasn’t even being pulled inside my mouth, just over it. It was more mental than anything. It made me feel like I had to be quiet.
Was that the point?
Once the bind on my mouth was secured, he lifted the other and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold. For a brief moment, I was afraid he was going to discover that my hair was a wig, but he lifted it and dropped it over the blindfold easily enough and then all at once, he drew back from me.
“I know who you are,” he said in a deep tone.
It brought the earlier comment flying back to my brain and my blood pressure started to elevate again. When I asked him if he knew who I was, he said he had a pretty good idea. I’d gotten swept up in him so quickly that I’d forgotten about that. Of course, with my mouth bound, I couldn’t really respond. I just had to wait and see what happened next.
“Your dad is strict,” he explained. “You work an office job late into the night.” He chuckled. “You’re repressed.”
It was both a relief and frustrating to hear. He didn’t know who I was as in my identity. He meant he’d gotten the gist of who I was personality-wise. Still, repressed? I wouldn’t describe my life that way. Sure, I’d been forced into a position of secrecy in my family. So few people were allowed to know the real me, that outside of my family I could almost never tell who I could actually rely on, and who was just an illusion created by one of my false identities. Most of the men I’d ever been with in my life only knew one of my persona’s names, and not my own.
Just like with Bryce now.
My body buzzed as I imagined him saying my name in that voice. Jade was good, but Mari would be better.
“I know what it feels like to be starved. To want something so bad and never get it,” he continued. “Did you know there’s a way to turn that frustration into pleasure?”
Interested would be an understatement. I’d suffered with that caged feeling my whole life. Was I missing some sort of way to actually enjoy it as opposed to lamenting it?
Suddenly, I could feel Bryce’s heat. He was close, very close, so much that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. All the hairs there stood on end, and I had to beat back the urge to lean back against him. Wind against my arms told me that his hands were hovering near me, but no matter how much time passed, none of him touched any of me. It was irritating. I wanted him to touch me.
“You want something right now, don’t you?” he asked, leaning down to say it directly into my ear, making me shiver. “Why don’t you tell me?” My lips actually parted to speak before I remembered that my mouth was covered and I couldn’t. I actually did lean back then, trying to press my body against his, but he stepped backwards as well and I had to stop leaning otherwise I would have fallen. “You want me to touch you?” I nodded my head. “How badly?” Again, it was a question I couldn’t answer. A whimper came out of me before I could stop it. Every time he asked me, the want grew.
Just as I was about to start throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old, Bryce closed the distance between us, laying his body against mine and clasping his hands on my ribcage. His palms hung half on the fabric of my dress and half on my bare skin, and when his fingers curled back to slip under my dress, I actually let out a sigh of relief.
And it clicked.
It was like drinking a glass of water after exercising. The feeling of his hands sliding under my breasts, using the momentum to drag the straps of my dress off my shoulders and drop them down made me hum with satisfaction. He was warm against my chilled skin and I wanted more. There was just a sliver of pleasure in finally getting his hands on me after not being able to feel him at all—the desire growing and growing until it was about to bubble over.
I’d heard of guys who liked to tie women up—BDSM and dom and sub stuff—this wasn’t that. This wasn’t about control or power over me, it was more about deprivation and fulfillment.
Maybe he was right. I was repressed.
Gently, he guided me down onto the bed on my back. I couldn’t see or say anything, so I was at his whim as he flattened me out. One of his large hands ran down my bare stomach, and all the places he touched tingled. Though I was mildly aware of the gun he was definitely going to find if he tried to pull off my entire dress, I was much more aware of just this one place connecting us and how little that felt like. A hand wasn’t enough for me. My brain was already rushing towards having him pressed against me… inside of me…
That was what I wanted.
After lifting his hand away, Bryce left me wondering where he’d gone. I could feel him close to me, but I didn’t want to appear desperate, so I didn’t reach out. Instead I just waited for him to close in on me again. My ears felt hyper-attuned to sounds, and I couldn’t hear him moving, so he had to be close, but if he was, why wasn’t he touching me.
Suddenly, he closed his mouth down over one of my breasts. The moan that came out of me was louder and more forceful than any I’d ever let escape my lips before. The heat of his mouth and the roughness of his tongue felt good against my highly sensitive nipple. I lifted my hands to wrap around him, but he caught them mid-air and pressed them back down to the bed. I couldn’t see or speak, and now I couldn’t even squeeze him—it forced me to focus on the point of pleasure.
One of Bryce’s hands drifted between my legs and hiked what was left of my dress up to my waist. Fortunately, the gun I had concealed there was small, and still hidden by the ring of my dress around my waist, but the memory of it flew from my mind when he cupped over my sensitive spots below. I leaned into the combination of sensations, already creeping towards an orgasm, when guys usually had to try much, much harder. Something in the pressure of Bryce’s palm massaging me below, and his mouth working my breasts above had turned my mind into a haze.
Moans were coming out that were stifled by the wrap around my mouth, but I didn’t care. While one of Bryce’s hands worked me below, the other settled on my thigh, standing up on its fingertips and dragging with a light pressure up my leg. Everything felt like I was experiencing it in slow time, or some sort of hyper-sensitive telescope. Depriving me of my other senses attuned me to everything he was doing. It put me totally at his mercy in a unique and enticing way.
“You’re getting pretty wet,” he hummed in my ear. “I take it this is going well?”
I nodded my head with veracity, but for some reason, the positive response made Bryce pull all the way back. He lifted his hand from my thigh and the other from between my legs. A murmur of dissatisfaction was nearly inaudible. I was so close.
Why did he stop?
My ears immediately honed in on the slow moving of footsteps around the room. The sound of a belt jingling. Pants hitting the floor.
He was undressing.
A chuckle filled the silent room. “Impatient.” For a brief moment, a hand slipped across the side of my face and his lips brushed against my forehead. It was quick, barely there, but rather than jumping at the unexpected touch, I craned towards it, desperate for more than that. As quickly as it had come, it was gone again, and Bryce let out another lurid laugh. “You’re much more receptive to it than anyone has been in the past. It’s getting me a little excited.”
His fingertips danced across the palm of my hand then. I closed my hand, trying to capture him, almost thinking that if I could, I could coax him back to me, but he yanked free of my grip just in time. Frustration was short lived though, his hand came back, this time lifting mine from the bed. He guided it in a direction until it was resting against the side of, what I could only imagine, was his hard, leaking shaft. Immediately, curiosity took over, and I wrapped my fingers around it and dragged down to the bottom. When I journeyed back towards the top, I couldn’t believe it.
Was it actually that big, or was the fact that I couldn’t see it warping its size in my mind?
“Do you want more?” he asked, and now his tone of voice was slightly breathless and airy. I nodded. If I could have agreed verbally, I would have. “Okay.”
He stepped backwards out of my grasp, and for the fact that I couldn’t see him, he might as well have just jumped out the window. For a few minutes, he didn’t exist, and then suddenly his hands were wrapping around my legs. He yanked me forward until I was right at the edge of my bed, and then I felt him bring his body up between my legs.
After just a few lingering touches here and there, having his entire body squared between mine elevated my consciousness to a different level. I’d been with men before, but it was the most present in the moment that I’d ever felt before. I was so acutely aware of the fact that he was there and what was about to happen, that it made me feel like I was going to orgasm as soon as he entered me.
“Fuck,” Bryce growled. “I’m so turned on.”
I nodded in lieu of responding, and this time instead of distance, I was given more. Bryce pushed even further between my legs and eventually I could feel the tip of him pressing against me. Things I didn’t normally feel as he slid in, like the gentle throbbing and liquid seeping from the tip, made my whole body shake.
It was maddening.
I knew now that my assessment of his size was accurate as he filled me up. He felt impossibly large, and thanks to my other senses being muted, the pleasure was magnified. I tossed my head back and arched up against him, already feeling close to exploding.
On the heels of a deep growl, Bryce huffed, “You’re squeezing me so tight. It must be good.”
It hit me at that moment that what some might see as just dirty talk, was another way that Bryce was depriving me. I couldn’t speak, so I couldn't respond to his questions and comments. All I had was clenching my legs around him and shuddering at the gravel in his voice. I came, experiencing the strongest orgasm I’d ever had.
My moan extended beyond the bonds, and right at that moment, one of Bryce’s hands dove behind my head. He was picking up the pace, slamming into me as his hands worked the ties on my binds, and finally, he pulled them loose.
The blindfold fell away first, and I was blessed with the image of Bryce's naked body, bathing in the moonlight from outside the window. Sweat dripped down him, glistening in the light and making him look almost inhuman. He sounded so in control when I was blindfolded, but now I could see the way his mouth was held slightly open. The wide, chaotic look in his eyes. He was as close to losing it as I was.
With one of my hands, I yanked the bind around my mouth away, just in time to hum out, “Don’t stop.”
He blanketed himself over me and curled his arms under me to squeeze around my back. His lips found mine and it was my tongue that came out first looking for more. Curled tightly around me, Bryce’s movements got even faster, harder, more erratic until he was parting from my mouth to grunt hot breaths down at me. I latched my legs behind his back, which seemed to temporarily shock him, but he bounced back just as quickly, sliding in and out of me until I came again. I writhed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and Bryce buried his face against my chest.
“Fuck.” He pushed as far into me as he could go, and a few seconds later, I could feel him emptying. The inside of me burned with satisfaction, gyrating at the feeling of him filling me.
He wasn’t the only one with a kink.
Our bodies went limp after that. We fought to catch our breath, not saying anything, but not really needing to. The weight of Bryce’s whole body on top of mine after the casual touches he’d offered in the beginning was almost comforting. I found myself wrapping my arms around his back to hold him in place just a little bit longer. Reality sunk back in and reminded me that seconds before it all started, I actually thought he was trying to kill me. I wanted to believe that getting on the boat with him had been a bad idea, but that was the best sex I’d ever had. I probably wouldn’t have any better than that for a long time. That was a worthwhile risk, I thought.
“Is it okay?” Bryce said, lifting up so he could look down at me. “I mean… I… You know?”
A smile came across my face and I nodded. “Yeah, uh. I’m not a big fan of condoms, so I’m on a very secure form of birth control.”
“Oh okay.” He let out a little sigh of relief and then kissed me again. We stayed locked that way, just basking in the feeling of one another until the boat did a slightly more intense rock than it had done so far. He lifted from me and looked out the window. “I think we’re docked again.”
“Oh…” I hated how disappointed I sounded.
He laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring you out as many times as you want.”
For a moment, I was just some girl who’d met a guy she liked. He wasn’t a mafia prince, nor was I a princess. We weren’t rivals. This wasn’t some relationship rooted in disaster, and I got excited about the prospect of having a repeat of the night’s date and subsequent extracurriculars. “I’d like that.”
As long as he didn’t know who I really was, we could continue to have fun for at least a little bit, right?
It took us trying a few times, but eventually we got up off of the bed and got dressed once again. When Bryce wasn’t looking for a moment, I checked to make sure my gun was still safe and secured, which it was. Thank god for that careful concealing. Then I turned and watched Bryce finish getting dressed. His entire torso was covered with tattoos, and a few fading bruises, but I liked the reckless look.
Finally, we were dressed again, and had to sadly disembark the boat, leaving the incredible date and sex behind.
“So,” he said when we got up to his bike. “I’d rather not drop you off on a downtown street. Is there an actual home I can bring you to?”
I laughed. “Yes. I’ll text you the address so you can navigate.”
Sneakily, I sent Bryce an address and then drafted a new text message to my cousin and best friend, Nique. I couldn’t invite Bryce Misterro to my home, but I’d prepared her earlier in the night that I’d be using her home as a cover, for which she was all too excited. Her dad was my dad’s brother, but had escaped the life as soon as he could with his wife and daughter. Nique had always envied my life for being more dangerous and wild than hers, but little did she know that I had all of the risk and none of the fun. I’d tried to tell her this, but she didn’t listen, so I involved her in safe, innocent ways to keep her from running off and doing something crazy.
“Incoming on a Harley,” I texted simply.
An immediate reply pinged back. “If I’m staring out the window and fogging it up when you arrive, don’t mind me.”
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br /> After programming the address I’d provided into his phone, Bryce handed me a helmet, donned his own, and we climbed on his bike. I hated to admit it, but taking a night ride towards the city on Bryce’s motorcycle, wrapped around the man himself, was something quickly becoming a happy place for me. Knowing it might never happen again actually made me a little sad, but it allowed me to just rest my head against his back and enjoy it for what it was worth.
Upsettingly, however, we eventually reached my cousin’s house, and I had to reluctantly end the date. It was still kind of difficult to believe that it had gone so well with a guy that I previously thought to be an insufferable idiot. He was charming, intelligent, witty, and insane in bed. It was cruelly ironic that the best guy I’d ever gone out on a date with was not only my sworn enemy, but totally unaware of who I really was. I’d be chasing this high for a long time, and doubted that I’d ever get anything close.
Bryce climbed off of his bike once I was off and took my helmet when I handed it to him. I glanced back at the front door of Nique’s small, ranch-style home and saw a head quickly duck out of my view behind the door window. The last thing I wanted was Bryce seeing her, so I set my hand on his chest.
“You don’t have to walk me up. My roommate’s…” I sighed. “She’s a lot.”
He laughed. “Well, let the record show I’m a walk-to-the-door kind of guy, but if you say so.”
“Noted.”
He leaned in, and I couldn’t resist the invisible pull. I pressed my lips to his, trying for just a peck, but after I pulled back slightly, he circled my waist with his arms and pulled more firmly. I naturally fell against him, looping my arms behind his neck and getting swept up in the moment far more than I should have. When he pulled back, he kept his arms wrapped around me.
“Can we do this again soon?”
I knew we couldn’t, but still lied and said, “Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll call you.”
He snuck one final kiss and then finally let me go. I turned my back to him, prepared to walk up the path to the door when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. “One last thing.”