Alannah threw a bit of garland at him. “Pervert.”
“Ah, every man’s fantasy,” Kevin said, waggling his eyebrows. “Hey, Cee, you wanna go on the Ferris wheel with me? I got us on for free.”
“I thought they were still testing the safety of it.”
“They are,” he assured her. “That’s why it’s no charge. Cool, huh?”
Alannah poked her in the back. “Hey, if you crash and die can I have that new silvery top you just bought? I think it would look great on me.”
Kevin grinned and grabbed CeeCee’s hand, tugging her in the direction of the Ferris wheel. She looked back at Alannah and gave a helpless little wave. Fortunately, she didn’t have any customers and it gave her a chance to relax. She saw Sky patrolling in the distance and her whole body came alive in an instant. The night before rolled through her mind and she realized that he had given her exactly what she needed. He took away all the distractions she never knew had been clouding her brain.
When the evening began to set in, the kissing booth began to pick up. Alannah hadn’t realized how much Chap-Stick she was going to use but glad CeeCee had bought it for her. The kisses were just quick pecks on the lips, but just being here, doing this, had her shedding more of that paralyzing doubt that she had to do something more, be something else.
“Come here, Skylar!” CeeCee suddenly yelled out. “Gimme a buck and pucker up!”
Laughing, he walked over to their booth and gave a smoldering stare at Alannah. Instantly, her panties wet as her juices began to flow. One look from him and she went up in flames, ready to drag him to some dark corner and ride him like a jockey.
“I didn’t think you were working tonight,” CeeCee said.
“I asked to switch with my deputy because I knew Alannah was going to be working here. She’s all mine tonight.”
CeeCee’s mouth formed an ‘o’. She glanced back and forth from him to her and Alannah pursed her lips and waited for the squeal. Which came about a second later.
“Oh, you naughty girl. I want details this time. Skylar, tell her I want details.”
“Get used to disappointment,” Sky warned her, and he laid down a dollar and crooked his finger toward Alannah.
Smiling, she took it and leaned toward him. He cupped her face, brushed her skin softly, and kissed her very gently, very lovingly, on the lips. He seduced her, making the world fade away as he nibbled on her lips, giving a light swipe over them with his tongue before pulling back. He rubbed noses with her and then let her go.
“Holy Cupid’s arrows,” CeeCee murmured, fanning herself. “If I knew you kissed like that I’d have been after you years ago, Skylar.”
At that moment, an older man approached the booth. His hair was greasy and hung to his eyebrows in disarray. His clothing was dirty and smelly, the odor reaching Alannah before he did. His face was streaked with dirt that disappeared in his stubble and his jaw popped out from a wad of chewing tobacco. He slapped a dollar on the counter. When he smiled at CeeCee, his yellow and black teeth showed the dangers of nasty old chew.
CeeCee crossed her arms together and eyed the man exasperatedly. “Pete Simmons, ain’t no amount of money gonna make me kiss you. What do I tell you every year?”
“Get rid of the chewing tobacco and marry a dentist,” Pete mumbled.
“Yep. Now give me that dollar.”
She held out her hand and he placed his money in it. She reached under the counter and pulled out a cutout set of lips in red construction paper. She handed it to Pete.
“Here’s your kiss for this year,” she told him.
Pete grinned and took the paper kiss from her. “Thank you, Miss Cee. See ya next year.”
He walked off, obviously happy with his red paper kiss held to his chest. CeeCee watched after him for a moment, shaking her head.
“Does he come every year for that kiss?” Sky asked.
“Yeah, poor man. Every year I make a special kiss just for him. When I started this booth five years ago my motto was Everyone Gets a Kiss but when he showed up I couldn’t do it. I told him to brush his teeth and marry a dentist. Then I made a kiss out of some tissue paper I had lying around. Thank god it worked out.”
“So…you can maintain your motto, Pete’s happy and every year he walks away with a smile on his face. That’s kind of sad, but a good sad.”
“And maintains hope,” CeeCee told her. “That’s what the paper kiss is, really. Hope.”
“I’ll see you after the festival,” Sky murmured to Alannah, winked at CeeCee, and strolled off to finish his patrol. Alannah couldn’t help but fan herself as she watched his tight ass flexing under the uniform.
They closed the kissing booth at ten, when the festival was beginning to wind down. Although CeeCee planned to run the booth tomorrow, Kevin was working it with her, which Alannah was thankful for. Kissing strange men all day wasn’t really her thing, but because it was to help Kevin out, she puckered up. A big part of her was trying her best to make up for the past twelve years of not being any type of friend at all.
Sky showed up to help them close up the booth. He held out his hand and she took it, ignoring CeeCee’s snigger. How old was she, ten? Sometimes she still acted like boys had cooties.
Alannah followed Sky to his place, once again admiring the large cabin style house. She was so happy that he had done so well for himself. Growing up, she used to love going to his place because his parents had been so nice, but they’d barely been holding things together financially. It had been a bone of contention during his teen years and he’d gotten into more than one fight over comments about his poor status. She’d been poor too, of course, which was one of the reason she’d been so much closer to Sky than to CeeCee and Kevin. He’d started running track and field in his freshman year because it had been a sport that allowed him to work alone plus shave off his aggression. He’d bank rolled that into a scholarship while she had decided to completely change her entire life by walking away and ignoring everything from her past.
So…here she was again, only this time she knew what was in store. Would he tie her up again? Blindfold her? Did she want that? She grabbed her overnight bag and followed after him into the house, questions and doubt swirling through her brain. Surely normal people didn’t want such kink. Did they?
“I know it’s late but I’ll fix us my other specialty,” he said with a grin. “Why don’t you take a quick shower while I get dinner together?”
“Okay.” Alannah grabbed her bag and headed upstairs. She felt grimy after the day and wanted to wash off the dozens of kiss germs on her lips. The water was hot and felt heavenly, and all too quickly she was drying off and putting on a pair of lounging pants and a tank top.
As she descended down the stairs, the smell of tomato and garlic wafted through the air and her stomach rumbled. Festival food was neither healthy nor filling. While Sky finished up the pasta, she poured them red wine. It struck her that this was almost…domestic. This was so much different than what she had had with Bryce. With their schedules and lifestyles they usually ate out, separately, and rarely spent time together at night.
“So how many men did you end up kissing today?”
She blinked, torn from her thoughts. “I don’t know. Forty, I think.”
He winced.
“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “I scrubbed and gargled.”
“Good to know,” he said.
They finished up dinner and she helped him load the dishwasher. Once it was running, he took her by the hand and led her up to his bedroom, once again turning off the main light and leaving on the soft glow from the nightstand lamp. Her breath hitched as she realized this was happening again, and her body flooded with endorphins.
“Are you going to, ah, tie me up?” she asked softly, trying to get her breathing under control. She didn’t want to appear too excited. People didn’t get excited over kink, did they?
He didn’t answer. He just gave her that ambiguous smile that managed to ke
ep her equilibrium offline. Instead, he turned toward his closet and disappeared within the depths, emerging only a moment later with two items. The first she recognized. The blindfold. Her stomach did flip flops of excitement and it shocked her to realize that her pussy was not only wet, but was soaking her fresh panties. Thank goodness she brought a few extra pairs this time.
The second thing he’d brought from the closet she didn’t recognize at all. It was a piece of black leather shaped sort of like a cone, with laces up one side. At the top were harness straps. What the hell did he have in store for her tonight?
“Stop thinking,” he ordered in his deep, commanding voice.
“I can’t help it,” she replied. “What is that? Will it hurt? What is it supposed to do?”
He laid a finger across her lips, shutting off any more questions. He laid the black leather thing on the bed and picked up the blindfold, walking around her and fitting it over her eyes before tying it securely. Her body practically hummed with anticipation.
Sky didn’t say a word as he began to undress her, helping her get her tank top off and then her pants. This time he took her panties off as well and everything clenched even more. Oh yes.
“Now, Alannah, I’m going to bind your arms,” he said. “I’m going to use a monoglove. It will enclose both of your arms from the fingertips to above the elbow by holding them together behind the back. It has a harness that will go around the upper torso to hold it in place.”
She gasped, suddenly unsure, and pulled back. “That sounds painful.”
“I don’t plan on keeping you in it for long,” he assured her. “Yes, it takes a long time for someone to become flexible enough to wear it long term, but I have a reason for securing you like this. Trust me, Alannah.”
It took everything in her to agree. When she nodded, he turned her around. For several long seconds she was standing, not knowing what he was doing. The blindfold did exactly what it was supposed to do, took her mind off everything but what he was going to do with her.
“Place your arms behind you, straight elbows, palms together,” he commanded. Okay, so this was the moment. He asked her to trust him so she had to follow through. She took a deep breath and obeyed the order. Immediately, she felt the leather slide over her hands and up her arms.
“Relax,” he said.
And she tried.
Next he slid the harness over her head and adjusted the straps, which criss-crossed over her torso, above her breasts. The pressure was not uncomfortable. It wasn’t great either, but she could tolerate it. But then he began to tie up the laces on the glove and each time the leather cinched a little tighter, she couldn’t help but gasp. He didn’t say anything and neither did she because even though this was weird beyond anything she could imagine, it was still thrilling. When he was done, she tried moving her arms and couldn’t. She was completely helpless.
“I want you to kneel,” he said. He held her under her armpits and helped her to kneel. “Spread your thighs a little wider. Yes, good. Now, stay right there.”
She couldn’t see, she couldn’t move even though her legs weren’t bound, so she couldn’t do anything except what he told her to do. She heard the shower click on in the bathroom. What? He was taking a fucking shower?
Chapter Eight
Why the hell would he bind her up like this and then leave her? Was he some sort of sadist? Oh god, was he into BDSM after all? What did that mean, anyway? Hitting? Whipping? No way. Absolutely no way…well, she liked the spanking. Did that make her a freak?
The shower clicked off and suddenly breathless expectation hit her again. All the thoughts and doubts evaporated and blessed silence descended as she waited for him to arrive. There was some noise from the bathroom, the snap of a towel and his footsteps on the marble floor. He moved into the room and she heard him enter the closet. More bindings?
She felt him near her, so close his naked leg brushed her calf. He walked around to her back and she heard him kneel down behind her. Alannah’s heart thumped wildly as she couldn’t do anything but wait to see what he had planned for her. His breath touched her neck, hot, heavy. Intense. He hadn’t even touched her yet and already her body was quivering with pleasure.
His finger brushed against her shoulders, across her back, testing the straps. He ran his finger down her spine, as far as the monoglove would allow, and then slowly trailed back up. Oh god, her back had always been a trigger spot for her and goose bumps broke over her skin.
She had no idea what was next, but hearing the click of a vibrator almost made her come right then and there. She had a vibrator at home but she’d never let Bryce see it. For her, using toys was a private thing, for when she wanted relief but didn’t want it with her husband, which was sad really. A wife should always prefer sex with her husband to her vibrator.
“How do you feel?” he asked her, his tone low and smoky, full of promises.
“I’m anticipating…”
She couldn’t see it but she felt he was pleased with her answer. The vibrator touched her spine and she shivered at the pulsation teasing her nerves. He glided the vibrator over her bound arms and she barely felt it through the leather, but knowing its destination kept her hanging on the edge. Down further now, touching her hip. Oh lord, that felt nice. Now around the back of her thigh, skimming under her ass cheeks, then up and down the crack. Her juices were flowing so heavily she felt the wetness trickle down her thigh. The vibrator slid all the way down to her slit, pressing inward through her curls. Teasing. Oh, the teasing was driving her insane.
She loved it and wanted more. So much more.
The vibrator touched her clit and she jerked, almost falling forward. Sky held onto her arm to keep her upright and his warm touch only magnified everything. He held the toy against her clit, rubbing it through her slickness and adding pressure little by little. She wanted to hump it but her position hindered the movement so she was forced to simply let the feelings take over. Then he pushed it into her and began fucking her, the reverberation of the rubber phallus causing her whole body to seize up. It was so hard to catch her breath and she was panting heavily. He never really brought the toy completely out of her and she wanted to come so bad her eyes were rolling back in her head. It had never, ever, been like this before where her body just took over and she became this ball of pure passion. He began to thrust the vibrator deeper, faster, harder, and she was moving as much as she could with it, wanting to come. Needing to come.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Come, baby.”
It was all she needed. Her body splintered apart as the climax tore through her, something unlike anything she’d ever experienced before by herself. She cried out as shudders took over, the white-hot fire burning bright and leaving her drained.
She loved how quiet her mind was at this moment. How she could just savor the amazing feeling. Sky withdrew the vibrator and she heard it click off. He ran his hand over her hair, as if petting her, and then touched the binding reverently.
“I have to take this off soon,” he murmured. “But before I do, lean over. Rest your face against the pillow I have before you on the floor.”
She did as he asked without thought, her mind blank as she followed his order. Then she felt him position behind her as he took an ass cheek in each hand. His cock slid through her crack, through her cream, to slick his shaft. Instead of thrusting into her, however, he simply pumped up and down her ass crevice. He ground against her, using the friction to achieve his own satisfaction. He gave a hoarse shout as he came and she felt some of his hot cum bathe her back.
When he was replete, he draped over her body, breathing hard, but her arm binding was becoming uncomfortable now that the adrenaline of her orgasm was over. She wiggled a little impatiently.
Sky moved off her and picked her up, helping her stand before he began untying the laces, loosening up the monoglove before unbuckling the harness first and then slipping the leather off. Blood flowed back into her arms and she gave a little hiss of di
scomfort as movement brought the muscles back to life. Sky picked her up and sat on the bed with her cradled in his lap before he took off the blindfold. And just like that, the waterworks ran again. Sheesh. Why did she cry like this right after? He hadn’t even spanked her this time. Sky rocked her, and petted her hair some more, and slowly the tears began to trickle away. He reached over for the glass of water he had sat on the nightstand and held it to her lips.
“Drink,” he commanded.
She did, once again not realizing how thirsty she’d been until she’d taken that first sip. Wow. Again, she’d climaxed like nobody’s business. She hadn’t even known a person could do that with just a vibrator. Sky rubbed her arms, easing the ache, and she spied the black leather monoglove tossed aside.
“Where’d you find that thing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“It was hers,” he told her. “She used to wrap me up in it. Don’t worry, I sanitize all my equipment.”
“Oh. I hadn’t even thought of that. Is this BDSM?”
“Well, bondage is part of that practice but I have no interest in having a submissive or slave. And I’m not much into sadomasochism. Bondage, for people like us, is a way of setting our minds free to experience complete fulfillment. How do you feel?”
“Fulfilled,” she said.
He smiled at her. “Good.”
Chapter Nine
She awoke to kisses on her cheek. She stretched and her arm bumped into a solid wall. When she opened her eyes, Sky was leaning over her, already dressed in his ugly uniform.
“Morning,” he murmured, his eyes warm and soft in the early morning light. “I have to get to work, but take your time. In fact, you don’t have to leave at all, if you don’t want to.”
“Mmm, thanks,” she said. “But I think CeeCee has plans today.”
“You’re not working the booth tonight, are you?”
“No,” she replied. “Kevin is working the female angle.”
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