***
I had curled up with Tommy, but he had passed out cold within minutes of lying down. I stayed in his arms for a while just daydreaming. Except for the handcuff fiasco, things were going really well. I had definitely gotten his attention with the sexy stunt last night.
I thought he was already moving past the friends with benefits stage, that he just didn’t realize it yet. He ‘didn’t do relationships’, but I was determined to change his mind. I would stealth my way into his heart, because I had a lot riding on it. My own heart. I was totally in love with this guy.
I cuddled with him for about an hour until I just couldn’t lie still any longer. Luckily my phone was on my nightstand and I could reach it. I turned the volume off and started checking e-mails.
I clicked on a recent one from Emily. You’ve gotta check out this poll! Let me know how you voted…
I probably would have deleted it if it had come from anybody else. But Emily never sent me that kind of stuff. I had time so I followed her link, which led to an internet gossip site.
I recognized Tommy in the photo right away. He was drumming and then there was a blow-up insert of his right hand. With the handcuffs clearly visible.
The headline read: Cold Fusion’s drummer Tommy Eriksen. Vote Now. The choices were
A: escaping police custody
B: night of kinky sex
C: fashion faux pas
I let out an involuntary giggle and then glanced guiltily over to Tommy. He was still sleeping like a baby. I searched the internet using Tommy’s name. Half a dozen articles popped up with today’s date. Most of the headlines read like: Cold Fusion drummer: Kinky sex life or extreme fashion statement? I began reading through each article. Oh Lord, he was going to kill me.
Chapter 10
I was sitting on the couch, four hours later, working on my laptop when Tommy finally stumbled out of my room. “You’re awake!”
He plopped down on the couch next to me rubbing his eyes. “I can’t believe I slept that long. What are you working on?”
I snapped my laptop shut. Some of the internet tabs on my browser had his name on them. It was better to let him discover his recent spate of publicity all on his own.
“Nothing important. Are you feeling better?” I checked his wrists and was happy to see the red markings fading.
Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I’m just feeling grimy. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”
I smiled. “No problem.”
Taking a nap at my apartment, check. Taking a shower at my apartment, check. Two more checks in the ‘this is most definitely a relationship’ checklist.
I got him a clean towel and showed him to the bathroom. “Just yell if you need help washing your back.”
He started the water and I reluctantly left the bathroom. I was about ten steps down the hall when I heard him yell, “Livvy, I need some help.”
I turned around smiling to myself and returned to the bathroom. “You need some help already?”
“Yep. Get in here.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I stripped out of my clothes giggling and slipped into the tiny shower. I delighted in soaping up every square inch of his body while he focused mainly on soaping up my breasts. I didn’t mind, because while he played with them, I could feast my eyes on his very masculine body and touch him anywhere I pleased.
By the time my hands were soaping up his cock, it was already rock hard. “Mmm. Livvy your skin feels so good sliding against mine.”
Our soapy bodies pressed together. Tommy pressed a finger under my chin and made me look up. When his mouth pressed against mine, my hunger grew so fierce. His kisses always took my breath away with their piercing intensity.
I pressed his cock, still in my hand, against my pussy, sliding it back and forth over my slickened slit. Tommy’s hands slid behind me, grabbing my ass and lifting me. Somehow, he impaled me on his cock. I moaned against his mouth as he slipped so easily inside me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and my arms locked around his shoulders.
I knew his arms were solid muscle from drumming all the time, but they were impressively strong. Tommy could lift my entire weight so that he could spear me with his cock over and over. My breasts were bouncing against his chest erotically as we rocked together. It took several several minutes, but suddenly I felt a climax approaching.
“Oh, Tommy. I’m going to come soon. Please don’t stop.”
He redoubled his efforts and soon my pussy was spasming around his cock. Tommy slowed down and then finally set me back on the shower floor. “Turn around and bend over.”
I turned and leaned against the ledge in the shower wall, offering my ass up to him. I felt his cock pressing at my quivering pussy opening. His hands anchored on my hips and then he thrust into my juicy center. Holding my hips, he began pounding into me.
My core was still shuddering from the orgasm; I could barely stand the overwhelming sensation. I yelled out as the intensity grew to an almost unbearable height. Wave after wave of shattering spasms washed through me. Finally, Tommy slowed and I felt him tense. He was joining me in bliss as he released his load deep into me.
When his pulsing cock finally slowed, Tommy reached a hand around and started rubbing my clit.
“Aargh. Tommy. I’ve already had an orgasm. This is too-“
He cut me off. “Shh. Hold on, Crazy.”
The feeling of his cock filling me, and his hand stimulating my overly sensitive clit was robbing me of all sanity. Seconds later, my clit exploded. I cried out in near rapture as sparks blasted behind my eyelids and my body lost all control. Tommy was holding me up or I would have slumped onto the floor.
It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. Tommy was standing behind me holding my bent slack body and blocking me from the stream of water. I started blushing as I realized that he was no longer inside me and I was just hunched over with my ass up in the air for no reason. I stood too quickly and blood rushed to my head.
Tommy held onto me. “Easy there, Crazy.”
When I regained my equilibrium, I smiled. “Whoa. My legs feel like rubber.”
Tommy was looking at my shampoo bottles. “Do you have any shampoo that’s less fruity?”
“Yes. Mike keeps some under the vanity. I’ll hop out and get it for you. I also have your track pants and sweat shirt that I borrowed from you the other day. And they’re clean.”
I hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I found the shampoo and passed it into the shower. I headed back to my room on wobbly legs and threw on a mid-driff baring t-shirt with no bra and some sexy panties. Emily was staying the night at Mike’s so we had the apartment to ourselves. I found Tommy’s clean clothes and left them out for him.
About five minutes later, Tommy came out to the living room. “I left my dirty clothes in your hamper, if that’s okay.”
Co-mingling laundry. Another box checked. “No problem.”
We made dinner together and then ate in front of the TV. It was at about eight o’clock when I realized that he was probably going to stay overnight. He had been at my apartment all day long. It felt very right.
***
Tommy had hung out at Livvy’s apartment all day long and he knew she had work the next day, but he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay over, even if they didn’t have sex. But they probably would.
He watched her ass sway as she walked across the room in the light pink panties. Damn. And he could see her nipples poking softly through the fabric of her t-shirt. She was so fucking sexy.
She bent down, and his eyes focused on her shapely ass. “Are these your boxers, Tommy?”
He smiled wickedly. “Well, if they’re not, then they’re some other guys.”
“Does this mean that you’re going commando right now? Are you trying to get me all hot and bothered again?”
Tommy sat on Livvy’s bed a hint of mischief in his eye. “C’mere and find out.”
He watched her
approach warily. When she got close enough, he reached out and grabbed her, and before she could react she was sprawled out over his lap.
She squirmed, turning him on even more. “What are you doing?”
Tommy stared down at her tight ass held securely in place, right in front of him. “I still haven’t gotten you back for the handcuffs. And I’ve been itching to give your ass a good spanking. You said you’re kinky. You like spankings, right?”
He never knew what craziness she was going to say next. “Well, yeah, of course, but I prefer to give them.”
“You give spankings?” This was going to be amusing.
She hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, sure. With paddles and stuff.”
Uh huh. “That sounds really hot, Crazy. Why don’t you show me how you do it?”
Tommy smirked waiting for her answer. “Oh! Well, er… to do it properly, I have to be prepared. And dressed properly and stuff.”
Good thing she couldn’t see his face, because he was trying so hard not to burst into laughter. What a little liar. “What do you wear to do spankings?”
He heard her slight gasp as his hand slipped inside her panties. “Oh, like black leather. And thigh high boots with fishnets. Very dominatrix-type stuff. That kind of thing.”
His finger pushed into her pussy. “Like they wear at clubs?”
“Mmmmm.” She squirmed. “Right. Just like at clubs.”
He stroked her clit. “You’ve been to clubs like that?”
She lifted her ass to accommodate him when he removed his hand and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Oh, like sex clubs? Sure. I’ve been to them.”
He parted her legs and began rubbing her glistening pussy. “Which ones did you go to?”
She whimpered slightly when he began circling her clit again. “Oh, err… the one in Dallas.”
Tommy sped up his fingers, sliding all through her juices. “You mean Sanctuary?”
“What?” She was clenching the sheets below in her fists. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“I’m surprised. It’s hard to get in there.” Tommy continued fingering her.
She moaned when he started penetrating her with his finger. “Right. I don’t go anymore. Uh, my contact moved.”
He couldn’t believe she was keeping up this charade. “But you liked it there? It wasn’t too kinky for you?”
She was gasping now. “No. it… was… great.”
He pushed another finger inside and started searching for her g-spot. “Wow, I’m impressed. You don’t seem like the adventurous type.”
Her ass started thrusting against his hand. “Oh. God. Tommy. I’m adventurous. Yep.”
Tommy smiled to himself. “Will you show me your dominatrix outfit sometime? Maybe we could play?”
She was writhing under him with a tantalizing orgasm just out of her reach. “Oh. God. Sure.”
He put his free hand gently on her ass. “Okay, Crazy. You can come now.”
Tommy gave her sweet ass a stinging swat and felt her explode all around his fingers. “I guess you do like spanking.”
Chapter 11
“Oh my God, Emily. He’s been to sex clubs and stuff and he wants to play! What am I going to do?” I sat at my computer scrolling through black leather get-ups.
Emily clicked off the TV. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time?”
“Last time went great. Except for the handcuff part.” I enlarged a picture of a dominatrix holding a riding crop and groaned.
Emily laughed at the picture. “Why don’t you just tell him the truth? I can tell that he likes you.”
“He likes the adventurous me. Not the real me.” I went back to the first page filled with dominatrix attire.
Emily pointed to a picture of a lady wearing an open-cupped bustier. “I’d say you’re pretty adventurous if you’re planning on wearing that! Liv, I’m not sure you can fake this stuff.”
I bit my lip. “Sure I can. With the internet, you can learn anything. Plus, after he gets a good look at my costume, I’ll slap a blindfold on him. Then he won’t see my bumbling and awkward mistakes. And I’ll get one of these less lethal-looking floggers, so I don’t injure him. He’s not looking for a professional dominatrix; he just wants to play around.”
Emily still looked skeptical. “I guess. It just seems like you’re going to such great lengths for all this.”
I took a sip of my water. “It’s cause I like him so much. And I think he’s beginning to think of me more like a girlfriend. Even if he won’t admit it to himself. I just need to hold his attention a little longer, until he realizes it.”
“That doesn’t really make any sense, Livvy.”
I pouted my lip. “I know. But whatever I’m doing is working so far. So I’m gonna keep doing it. And Tommy wants to see me on Friday. So I need to be prepared in case he wants to play with this kinky stuff. I need the outfit and I need to learn how to use the flogger. If I order it today, I should get it in time. And maybe you’ll let me practice the flogger thing on your back? Just so I know I’m doing it right?”
Emily cringed. “I don’t want to get dragged into your BDSM shit. Reading 50 Shades is about as kinky as I get.”
I brushed away her concerns. “Hey look at this one. ‘Studded black leather cupless bustier’. Hmm, it’s very sexy. Hopefully my breasts would look just as perky as the model’s picture without a bra supporting them. And he would only see it for a few minutes until I got him blindfolded.”
The bustier had three metal chains, two that passed on the outside of each breast and one between them, and they all attached at different points to a black leather collar that clipped around the neck.
“Wow. You would wear that?” Emily’s eyes were practically popping out of her head.
“I think it’s perfect. It looks like it means business, but it’s totally sexy. Plus I already have black panties and garters and stuff to go with it. And the black boots.” I clicked it into my shopping cart. “Now I just need to research floggers.”
Of course, my special package didn’t arrive until Friday. I had no time to practice and prayed that the bustier would fit correctly. Luckily, I had spent hours reading BDSM articles and watching flogging 101 how-to videos on the internet. I was as ready as I could be.
At work I received a text from Tommy: Hey Sexy, we still hanging out tonight?
I quickly typed in a reply: Yes!
I waited for a few minutes watching the screen. Finally, my phone received a new message: Can I come by at 8:00? Will you please wear the special outfit for me?
I bit my knuckle to keep from squealing. Yes and Yes.
I snuck out of work early and raced home to try on my dominatrix outfit, praying that it fit. By 8:00, I was completely ready. I was well-groomed, my hair was sexy, makeup was seductive and let’s just say the outfit was sizzling. I even flashed Emily a peek, bare tits and all.
Emily whistled. “Holy shit. You’re even turning me on. I better get out of here before Tommy gets here. He’s going to take one look at you and probably start humping you at the door.”
Emily left and I practiced swishing my flogger around until the doorbell rang. I strutted to the door already feeling a sexual power by just wearing the costume. I checked the peephole to make sure it was Tommy before I pushed out my chest and opened the door.
Tommy was stunned. He looked me up and down slowly. “Whoa… I’m speechless. You never cease to surprise me, Crazy. You look better than I could have ever imagined.”
I smiled prettily at his complement and then remembered my role. “Why don’t you follow me into the bedroom, Tommy? I have something to show you.”
Tommy crooked an eyebrow. “Are you asking me or ordering me?”
What? Oh, yeah. I guess I was supposed to be acting more dominant. God, I sucked at this already. Maybe I should do less talking…
Tommy smiled. “It doesn’t matter. I have a surprise for you. Go get that long jacket and put it on.”
My brows sc
runched together in confusion. “You want me to go out like this?”
He waited patiently. “It’s a surprise. Go get it.”
I turned automatically to follow his instructions. Wait? Why was I always doing whatever he said? Wasn’t I supposed to be ordering him around? I dug through the coat closet and found the coat. I was very reluctant to leave my apartment. This changed my not so well-rehearsed plans.
I figured we must have been going to Tommy’s place. Maybe he felt more comfortable there. Or maybe he couldn’t bring the surprise here. I guess it didn’t really matter where we played. I ducked into my bedroom and stuffed the blindfold into my pocket. Wherever we were, I was going to need it.
We were on the highway, halfway to Dallas, when I finally got the nerve to ask, “Tommy, where are we going?”
Tommy glanced sideways at me while he was driving. “You’re going to love this. We’re going to the Sanctuary.”
My heart started pounding. Was that the sex club Tommy had mentioned? I couldn’t remember, because I had been quite distracted during that conversation. But it had to be, where else would he take me dressed like this?
Oh my God. I was starting to feel nauseous. I didn’t know anything about sex clubs. What would we do there? Would people be watching? My head started spinning.
Tommy tapped my thigh. “You’re awfully quiet. I thought you would be more excited.”
“I am excited. I’m just surprised. That’s all.” I could hardly speak. My hands started trembling. Oh Lord, what did I get myself into?
The rest of the car trip was spent in silence as my brain blasted into overdrive. I was silently freaking out. The situation seemed hopeless.
A full confession was on the tip of my tongue, when Tommy turned to me. “I’ve been thinking about this all week long, Liv. I could barely concentrate on anything else. And then, seeing how amazing you look… I have a feeling I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life.”
Shit. I spent the rest of the car ride in silence.
Tommy parked in a non-descript parking lot behind a huge brick building. There were no neon signs reading ‘Sanctuary’, in fact, there seemed to be nothing around. I hoped we didn’t have to walk too far.
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