“How do you feel?” he asked her again, in between licks, and she was barely able to form a coherent word.
“Coming,” she managed to gasp.
“Yes.”
And she came, hard, screaming in total ecstasy as the pressure blew out from every cell in her body. She’d never, in all her life, had an orgasm like that before. Her cum ran, she actually felt it running down her thigh, and knew in normal circumstances this would have embarrassed the hell out of her. But right now she didn’t care because all she could feel was…free. Minutes or hours later, she realized Sky had completely withdrawn from her body and she lay recovering her senses.
She felt the cuffs coming off her ankles and the spreader bar removed. She heard some sounds, the closet door maybe, and then Sky had moved to her wrists. One side unbuckled and then the other and she lay no longer constrained. But it seemed as soon as the cuffs were gone all the doubts and misgivings came rushing back at her, and she missed that blessed moment of reprieve when her mind had been absolutely blank and silent.
She lay there trying to deal with the flood of thoughts when the bed dipped again and Sky picked her up in his arms.
“Shh,” he soothed, and it was only then that she realized she was crying. He went to lift the blindfold and she grabbed it, holding it in place.
“No,” she said frantically. “Put the cuffs back on me, please. I don’t want to think, Sky. I just want to feel, with you.”
“That’s enough for now, Alannah,” he said, using that commanding voice that now made her heart pound because now she knew it was his voice, her master. So she let go of the blindfold and she blinked her eyes open. Luckily, the room was dark, only a night light on, so her eyes didn’t hurt as she looked up at his handsome face.
“How did you know?” she whispered, the tears sill seeping from her eyes.
“Because I recognized it,” he told her. “From me.”
“Someone taught you this.”
He nodded. “But that story is for another time. I have some water I want you to drink.”
He reached over to the nightstand and she saw a pair of EMT scissors next to the bottle of water. He twisted the cap and handed it to her and she drank, surprised to realize how thirsty she really was. She downed half the bottle before she came up for air.
“Good,” he replied, sounding pleased as he recapped the bottle and set it next to the scissors.
Little by little her senses returned and she saw he was still hard. And wow…his cock was big. Huge. Alannah wondered how that could possibly fit inside because her other lovers had been average size. But she wanted to try. She wanted him.
“Can I suck your cock?” she asked, looking up at him.
One eyebrow rose. “Are you sure you’re okay? That was pretty intense for your first time being bound.”
“Yes,” she said. “I want to taste you.”
He must have liked that phrasing because she felt his stomach muscles clench. “All right.”
Now it was her turn to blow his mind, all pun intended. The skin on the head was smooth but swollen as pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip. Alannah sucked it into her mouth, using the flat top of her tongue to massage up and down. She held onto Sky’s hips as she started her momentum, in and out on mouth and tongue.
Sky was making breathy little noises of need and they just about drove her crazy. Alannah reached for the bobbing cock, rubbing the bulging vein that disappeared under the mushroom head where a drop of white fluid dripped from the hole.
She bent down and licked the tip, loving his salty essence on her tongue. Sky moaned and bucked his hips as if demanding attention. Alannah slipped her mouth around the head, tracing each curve with her tongue. Easing her mouth over then down, going slowly. Her right hand encircled the base while her left hand rested on his hip to control the thrusts.
She began the blowjob with short, shallow thrusts with her mouth. Each time, however, allowing Sky’s cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat muscles relax. In a short time she was deep throating him, making him moan and shake with pleasure.
Little by little, Alannah increased the tempo, speeding up, her right hand moving to Sky’s sack and squeezing it, playing with it, rolling the balls through the thin skin. He gave a heavy gasp, his hips starting to twitch under the restraint he was holding onto.
“God! Alannah!” he grunted. “I’m going to come.”
He tried to get her off him but she held on. She wanted him to come in her mouth.
“No, Alannah,” he said again and this time she let him pull her off. But he pulled her up close to his body and took her hand in his, guiding it to his swollen shaft. Then he began to pump, showing her how he liked it, showing her what he wanted. They were chest to chest, he laid his mouth near hers, and his hand stayed on top of hers. He was panting, his warm breath bathing her face, and it was so hot. He was hot. Watching him unravel in her hand gave her a power that made her feel extraordinary.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, yes. Oh god.”
Just like that he exploded, shouting out a set of unintelligible sounds. Alannah watched him, amazed at how beautiful he was when he lost control. It reminded her how he’d made her lose control not too long ago and she was so glad they were able to give each other mutual pleasure. He slumped against her in a boneless heap. Alannah moved back, using the blanket to wipe her hand.
When he caught his breath, he moved them both under the blanket and he wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled in tight against him, loving how his big body cradled hers and made her feel cherished.
“When are you leaving?” he asked as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
“In four days.”
“Then I want you sleeping here for the three nights left. Okay? Give me your nights.”
That was a no brainer. “Okay.”
Chapter Six
When she woke the next morning, she knew it was early by the way the dawn light was blazing through the glass wall. Wow. Simply breathtaking. Watching the sun peak over the trees and the pond relaxed her in a way that nothing ever had before. Or maybe it had been the mind-blowing orgasm from last night. And of course, with that memory, came the near crushing embarrassment of how she behaved. How she gushed. Good lord, she’d never had such a wet orgasm before and a flash of embarrassment filtered through her at the memory. Oh crap. Oh holy cow. How was she supposed to face him? Was she just supposed to go downstairs and act like she hadn’t just had the most awesome, soul-melting sex of her life?
Perhaps she could just sneak out and walk the five-plus miles back to her car. Thank goodness she brought a change of clothes, and her sneakers.
Sky wasn’t in bed with her so she got up and headed into the attached bathroom, taking a moment to admire the marble counter tops, the Jacuzzi bath and, good lord, a bidet. Sky didn’t seem like the type of man to use a bidet, but then she would never have pegged him for a master of bondage, either, and yet here she was...aglow. With embarrassment, that is. She still didn’t know what to think of last night so she decided to push that to the back of her mind for now. She found a clean towel and started the shower, absolutely loving the rainfall showerhead. She could’ve stayed under the hot cascade for hours but her stomach growled, reminding her she’d only had hotdogs the night before. So she dried off and when she walked back into the bedroom she saw her overnight bag sitting on the bed.
Her lips pursed. Had he brought her bag when she was in the shower because he didn’t want to deal with her yet? Or was it simply that he heard the shower running so he decided to bring her bag? Did he not like how she looked naked? She liked how he looked naked, but then somewhere along the way he’d gone from no muscles to He-Man and she’d gone from wearing cat suits at Halloween to frumpy housewife. This was the biggest cosmic joke in the universe.
She dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and headed downstairs, following her nose. Seriously, the man to had to have something wrong with him because he was too perfect. Good job, nice house
, talented in bed and now he cooked? How come he wasn’t married? Oh yeah. Linda.
Sure enough, he was behind the stove. An array of cracked eggs and chopped up vegetables were scattered on the island.
“Morning,” she murmured, feeling slightly awkward. All that flashed in her head was the memory of how she’d gushed. Oh, holy crap.
“Good morning,” he greeted with a smile. He looked fresh and yummy in his brown police uniform, a color so ugly it should be outlawed. “I hope you like omelets. It’s the only thing I really know how to cook. Except for spaghetti, and it’s a little early for al dente.”
“I love omelets,” she said. “Thank you.”
“I just made some coffee.”
“Okay.”
“Mugs are in that cabinet. I like mine black.”
So as she poured them coffee, Sky tipped the omelet onto a dish and then handed it to her. He poured the remaining batter into the pan and quickly cooked up his own while she poured them coffee, adding milk to her cup.
Moments later they were sitting across from each other at the table and Alannah hadn’t a clue how that happened. Just a moment ago she’d been planning on walking back to CeeCee’s, and now she was next to her best friend not knowing what in the world to say to him. The guy who’d taught her how to play basketball. The guy who begged her to take him to McDonald’s for lunch every day because her birthday was three months before his and she could drive. The guy who’d told her when he lost his virginity.
“You’re thinking again,” he said.
She looked up at him and his blue eyes were slightly narrowed as he studied her. What was he thinking? What did he think about what happened between them last night?
“I can’t help it,” she said.
“Stop existing in here,” he told her, pointing to his forehead.
She bit her lip. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Will you tell me how you learned what you did last night?”
He laid down his fork and took a long drink of coffee. A stalling tactic? She didn’t blame him.
“What would you say if I told you it was because of you?”
Her mouth dropped open. “What…what does that mean?”
“Alannah, when you left without saying goodbye, I was so pissed at you,” he murmured and she winced at the truthfulness in his words. “You didn’t return my calls. You didn’t write me. You said nothing. You just…completely left me.”
She winced again. Well, laid out like that, she sounded like a bitch.
“When I got to college, I was angry. Picking fights. Drinking. Fucking. Doing dumb things, like screwing up my scholarship. And then one night I was driving and sideswiped a car. Nothing serious, just a minor fender bender but it was too much for me, and everything came boiling to a head. I broke down, right in front of this woman I’d never met before.”
“What happened?” she asked, completely engrossed in the story.
He shrugged. “Instead of calling the insurance company she took me to her home and tied me up.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “She just took you home and said ‘I want to tie you up’?”
“Well, not so bluntly, but after my emotional breakdown, it wasn’t hard to seduce me,” he said with a little smirk. “She said I was thinking too hard and promised to take it all away. And she did. She was right. My brain never shut down. Once I had my senses deprived, well, you know what I mean. Everything just stopped.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s never been like that for me.”
He nodded like he knew, and of course, he did. It boggled her mind that they had that in common, both knowing what it felt like to be strung up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
“She was a widow and every weekend, instead of doing something self-destructive, I went to her and she tied me up in intricate and pleasurably painful ways.”
“How long did that go on?”
“Two years,” he said, and suddenly his face became very sad and Alannah knew something bad had happened. “She got sick. Cancer. So instead of being tied up, she began teaching me. When she died, I found out she left me everything.”
Alannah gasped and suddenly, she realized how he was able to afford this beautiful home. But looking at his face, she saw that money was the last thing he cared about. She saw the pain that still lingered within him.
“Were you in love with her?”
“In love, no. But I did love her. Did you love your ex?”
“In love, no.”
He nodded, as if he understood everything. “She gave me the calm I needed. Peace. I was able to let you go, let go of my anger. I became a dedicated and focused student. I found a bondage club and continued my studies and now, here I am. And here you are.”
“And here I am. I can’t believe, here I am.”
“By the way, just to let you know, I’m clean. Always a delicate subject but I was irresponsible for not mentioning it before.”
“Is that why you didn’t allow me to swallow?”
“Yes. Safety should always be the number one priority.”
“Thank you.” She gave a half snort. “I’m clean as well. The last time I had sex was about two months before Bryce decided he didn’t want me anymore. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I’m really not liking your ex-husband. Why did you marry him?”
“He was everything my father wasn’t,” she said, and that was all she was going to say on the matter.
He must have gotten the hint because he dropped the subject. “So you’re here for four days. That’s how long I have you. Tonight I’ll do something special.”
“What? More? But…I don’t need more, do I? It was good. I’m good. Why ruin it?”
“What makes you think it’ll be ruined?”
“Because…it’s always special the first time. And maybe the second and third, but after that…you start finding other things to keep yourself occupied. And I don’t want you to ever remember me as someone you had to occupy yourself with.”
He picked up her hand and linked their fingers. “So, after having sex three times the magic fades?”
She shrugged and tried to tug her hand away but he held fast to it. “Don’t make fun.”
“I’m not making fun. I just think you haven’t found the right partner, because between the right people sex only gets better each time. So, tonight, I definitely think you need something special.”
Her mouth went dry as she stared into his beautiful eyes. “Okay. Oh. Wait. The festival. I have to work the kissing booth with CeeCee this evening.”
“That’s okay, I’m patrolling. Afterwards. We have all night. If I’ve only got four days with you I’m not going to waste a minute. Oh, and speaking of our friend CeeCee, I would appreciate a little discretion about my kink.”
“Don’t you worry,” Alannah assured him. “I’m mentally shuddering at the thought of CeeCee knowing anything.”
****
Sky dropped her off at CeeCee’s house on his way to work and luck was not with her. Her friend was bright eyed and bushy tailed, waiting for her at the table with a notebook and pen.
“What’s that?” Alannah asked, nodding to the notebook.
“I’m going to take notes.”
“About what?”
“Sky’s prowess. I know that man’s packing a bazooka in his pants.”
Alannah shook her head. “You’re not right, you know that?”
Chapter Seven
Walking through the field at the Strawberry Festival brought back a lot of memories. Great memories. Of course, she hadn’t ever worked the festival before, but then again, the last time she was here she’d been eighteen. She saw workers putting up booths and rides, farmers moving animals into barns, and sound crews working on speakers. The smell of popcorn and funnel cake wafted through the air, making her belly rumble.
The kissing booth was near the cotton candy machine, much to her dismay. After Bryce had commented on he
r weight gain, she’d vowed to lose the extra pounds. In six months she’d lost half of what she’d gained since her wedding day, so smelling that sugary confection was going to test her willpower. Of course, the Strawberry Festival got its name for all the different features about how to prepare and eat them, which most of the time, included sugar.
“I’m glad you finally showed up!” CeeCee called out, waving to her.
“Sorry. Took a nap.”
“Well, for that, you can hang the garland.”
She pointed to the top of the booth, so the first thing she had to do was find a stepladder. For the next couple of hours, right before the festival officially opened, she and CeeCee worked hard getting everything set up. Rock and roll played over the speakers, and every once in a while a country tune floated in. If someone had told her a month ago she’d be working the Strawberry Festival alongside CeeCee she’d have laughed them out the door. Now, there wasn’t any other place she wanted to be than here.
As the first couple of people began to trickle in, CeeCee took a step back to make sure everything looked romantic. Garland, lights, paper hearts, they had the whole kit and caboodle.
“Does it look like Aphrodite’s Kissing Cove yet?” Alannah asked.
“Looks pretty good!” CeeCee exclaimed. “Yep, it definitely looks like a place where a sophisticated gentleman can slap down a buck and pucker up for a wet one.”
“Oh, how romantic you make it sound,” Alannah teased.
CeeCee entered the booth and slapped Alannah’s butt. “We’re done here. The Cove is officially open. You and I together, we’re going to make a fortune!”
“You and Alannah together, now I would definitely pay to see that!” Kevin called out as he walked up to them.
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