As she untangled the cords, Simon came up behind her. Thick arms wrapped around her, one bisecting her torso with her breast moulded to his big hand, the other crossing over her abdomen. He cupped her mound and purred into the curve of her neck as he rubbed her through her panties.
As good as that pressure against her clit felt spreading through her pussy, Miranda squirmed in his embrace.
‘Stop trying to be the big man in charge,’ she said, giggling.
‘Just trying to keep you on your toes,’ he whispered, and sent a shiver through her with the stroke of his tongue against her ear. He pushed forward, wedging her between his body and the nightstand.
Miranda stood on her toes, head light and body heavy from the force of his need, but she prevailed in untangling that trio of cords. She tossed them to one side, onto his pillow, and returned to the nightstand for his vibrator.
‘Remember what I did with mine the last time I had you tied down?’
Simon rested his cheek against hers. ‘How could I forget?’
She lifted the wand from its place amongst the rest of his toys. ‘Care for a repeat, only this time with something that has a little more power?’
‘Only if I get to be the one holding it.’
‘Fair enough.’ The wand joined the ropes, and he went taut as she reached in one more time. Her hand hovered over the two paddles lined up together. ‘His or hers?’
‘For who?’
‘You first, then me.’
‘In that case, I want them both.’ Abandoning his hold on her breast, Simon reached forward and picked them up by their handles. He held them out in front of her, and she felt his smile curving against her check. ‘I’m not entirely convinced that yours is a write-off just yet. I was a little thrown off my groove last time and I think it might have affected my performance.’
‘I have had no complaints about your performance to date, but I’ll let you have your fun.’
She took the paddles from him and added them to the cache on his pillow. It took another minute to escape from his sinful embrace, during which time Simon rid her of her panties. Her bra followed, and then he conceded to her attempt to push him down on the bed.
Miranda picked up one of the cords between two fingers and regarded him. Just like the last time he’d put himself at her mercy, his expression didn’t quite match his pose.
‘Did you like to be tied up when you were younger?’ she asked.
He tucked his hands behind his head and drew one foot up to rest on the edge of the bed. It made his bratty demeanour all the more effective.
‘I liked a lot of things when I was younger.’
‘Is that a yes?’
‘Yes.’
Miranda pulled the cord taut in front of her. ‘Who was your first?’
‘What’s with the sudden fascination with my sexual journey?’
‘You’re the first person to tie me up and paddle me. I had to start somewhere, and that’s with you, so now I want to know who it was got you all twisted up the first time.’
She pushed on his leg, forcing it back down with the other to hang over the side of the bed, and climbed onto his thighs.
Simon raised a brow and gave her a sly look. ‘Her name was Crystle. I was nineteen and she was twenty-six. We met at a party. She was there with her boyfriend, and once he passed out we went out to my car and made out. About a week later she called me and wanted to come over. She had some toys and some floggers, and when I teased her about them she had me turn over. I stopped laughing once she started giving it to me.’
Miranda dangled the cord over his chest. ‘I didn’t ask you about when you were first paddled.’
‘I’m getting to it. About once a week after that I would go over to her place. We’d screw, and then she’d make my ass so hot I actually cried into her pillow once. Things escalated from there. She’d spank me, I’d spank her. Then we got into other stuff like pegging. Once I was comfortable enough with her, I let her tie me down like I’d done to her a few times. Eventually her boyfriend got wind of what was going on and kicked my ass. When she broke up with him she came to me and we spent about six months together. After Crystle, I kept experimenting. Some stuff didn’t stick, like my foray into bisexuality, but being pushed around did.’
He shimmied his legs, forcing her to grab hold of his waist as he uprooted her, and laughed as she settled back. ‘Are you going to tie me up or do you want me to sit here getting a cramp?’
Miranda rolled her eyes, then leaned forward and rooted in the nightstand.
‘What are you looking for?’ he asked after a few seconds of her swearing.
‘My crop. You keep getting flippant with me and I’m going to need it.’
‘I don’t think so.’ He grabbed both her hands and held them tight against his chest. ‘That crop? That’s mine for you now.’
‘That’s not fair. I bought it.’
‘And you lost it in a very risky gamble. Besides, you can’t do anything to me with it. It might make me grit my teeth, but otherwise the sting doesn’t bother me.’
Miranda leaned down with a grin. ‘What about that other thing in your drawer?’
He narrowed his eyes. ‘What other thing?’
‘You know what I’m talking about, that little red thing.’
Groaning, he rolled his eyes. ‘It’s something I bought a while ago, back before I met you. That’s not for you, it’s for me, though I’ll probably never use it now.’
Lower she went, nuzzling into his neck close to his ear. ‘But I want you to.’
She felt his surrender throughout his body as she laid soft kisses along the prickly surface of his chin and cheek, then moved to his lips, where she offered him her tongue.
As he met her gaze, Miranda sighed and silently celebrated her victory.
‘How long have you been thinking about this?’
‘Since you first mentioned it,’ she admitted.
‘You can’t have it,’ he said, and she rose up over him with a growl.
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t think you’re ready for it. You still get that panicked look on your face when I give you the paddle to handle, and you still haven’t worked up the guts to give me more than a few slaps.’
She pouted, which only inspired a roll of his eyes, so she started to make chicken sounds as she twisted her wrists in his grip.
Simon rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, all right. Fine, I’ll give you a choice – the paddle or the “little red thing”, as you call it?’
‘That’s not very fair.’
‘Tough.’ He clamped down and put an end to her squirming. ‘Your choice.’
Miranda chewed on her options for a moment. Using the paddle on him was good for a quick rush, but when you got right down to it she only did it because she liked how it revved him up. She was interested in how that tantalising little find would fit into their schemes. She hadn’t thought beyond introducing it to their evening’s activities.
‘The little red thing,’ she said firmly.
‘All right, but you’re not doing it. I’m doing it.’
‘Fine by me,’ she replied, a little more relieved than she let on.
She dismounted from his thighs and took a seat while he got up from the bed. He dug into the nightstand and pulled out the object in question, still in its plastic wrapping, along with what looked like a black cosmetics pouch.
‘Don’t I at least get to watch?’ she asked as he headed for the door.
‘In a minute.’
Miranda picked up the purple paddle and stroked it as she stewed with anticipation.
Two months ago, the thought of fucking a man after he’d popped a ribbed plug in his ass was about as far away from the realm of possibility as she could get. It was funny how things that were on her ‘not ever gonna happen’ list had been crossed off since getting involved with Simon. Taking a plug herself and getting paddled, for example. Being tied up and guided around a smart Bedford living room with a riding
crop of her choosing.
Hell, even embarking on this affair had been out of the realm of possibility.
After the crinkling of plastic being torn open, followed by water running and a short silence, Simon returned with the plug in hand.
‘Do you need … anything?’
‘In the little black case,’ he told her, and knelt on the bed, one hand flat in front of him to put him at eye-level with Miranda. ‘It’s my turn tonight, but believe me when I tell you that you’ll be wearing yours all night long tomorrow.’
Miranda tapped the paddle against his chest. ‘I don’t think I agreed to that.’
‘It’s not up for negotiation,’ he said, and grinned. ‘Don’t give me that pout. You know how ineffective it is on me. I know how much you like me playing with it while I’m fucking you from behind.’
Miranda nodded, and her face became hot as hell as Simon loomed closer, closer and closer, until she had no choice but to fall back into his pillows. Her gaze followed the plug until it disappeared with his hand behind him.
He held onto her gaze as his shoulder rolled, and she watched him do something he’d never done before: bite his bottom lip. As first she thought it was because what he was doing was uncomfortable, but his lashes fluttered and his cock throbbed against her belly.
Mesmerised and unable to look away, Miranda ran her free hand down his torso and wrapped her hand around his cockhead.
‘Mmm-hmm, that’s my girl,’ he whispered, and with a grunt he finished his task and lurched forward. He kissed her, hard and unrelenting, crushing her body against the bed as he bruised her lips and thrust his tongue around hers. Leaving the paddle beside her, Miranda wrapped her legs around his and gave his shaft one last tug before sliding her hands over his back towards his ass.
Simon broke the kiss and rose up. ‘You won’t reach. Your arms are too short and my ass is too big.’
‘I like your ass,’ she teased breathlessly, splaying her palms on each cheek and then squeezing. ‘Very round and so much fun to grab while sucking you.’
‘You are very grabby,’ he agreed. Holding himself up on one hand, he reached alongside her and captured the discarded piece of rope. ‘I think we’ll save these for a later episode. I’ve got some kitchen chairs out there that are pretty sturdy. You can tie me down in the morning, hand-feed me breakfast, then do whatever the fuck you want to me.’
‘But now?’
‘But now …’ He tossed the ropes onto the floor, then collected her paddle. ‘Now that I have my ass corked, yours must be dealt with.’
She twisted her brows. ‘That’s it? You just stick it up there, banish my fiendish plot to own your ass and carry on with your own?’
‘This won’t take long, and then we’ll get down to some very serious business.’ He rolled away from her and transferred the paddle from one hand to the other. ‘Roll over. Let me have a look at the state of you.’
With an overly dramatic sigh, Miranda flopped. She didn’t rise up onto her knees and she wasn’t prompted to do so. Simon merely pushed her legs apart and leaned back so that she could hardly see him.
‘Is this what having me in your mouth does for you?’ he asked.
Miranda closed her eyes and sighed under such a thorough exploration. Deft fingers slipped and spread, crooked and dipped, venturing into her slick passage and flexing against the taut inner walls before retreating to her clit, where they pinched and pulled, circled and tickled.
When he had finished, he ran his palm across her bottom and settled it where her back began.
Miranda took a fistful of bedding and closed her eyes, then gasped as he brought the paddle down.
‘Too hard?’ he asked with concern. Miranda shook her head, because she sure as hell couldn’t say a damn word. The paddle she’d bought and had been disappointed in had no faults, as it turned out. It just needed a little more power behind it.
He moved his hand up to the back of her neck and held her in a firm grip, and the gentleman vanished.
‘I suppose you thought that when I took the paddle out of your hand, it meant you wouldn’t get a little crack on the ass of your own. Tit for tat, Miss Hayes. If you want my ass, I get yours.’
Riddled with exasperation and ecstasy in equal measure, Miranda panted and moaned as he gave her ten good ones before tossing the paddle aside and using his hand for a final succession of smacks. Her grip on the bedding eased along with her body while he kneaded her heated backside, then gave her a playful pat before resuming his earlier probing.
‘Say it,’ he said with a shake of laughter.
Her reply was muffled by a mouthful of comforter. ‘Say what?’
‘Call me a bastard. I love it when you call me a bastard.’
Her laugh was lazy and thick. She closed her legs on him and trapped his hand. ‘You’re a complete bastard, but you’re my bastard and I –’
She stopped herself just in time as panic sizzled through her. She’d almost said what was really on her mind.
Simon’s laugh rolled over her shoulders. ‘Just like you’re my bitch, and I love you right back.’
Though her formerly lethargic muscles remained electric, it wasn’t with panic but elation. Releasing her hold on his hand, she rolled onto her side and looked up at him.
‘Really?’
His laughter escalated, toppling him down onto the bed next to her. ‘Really. I may be able to live without you without becoming a pathetic wreck again, but I’d rather not, if it’s all right with you.’
‘That might just be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.’
She slung her arm around his neck and pulled him closer, delirious and nearly bursting as she kissed him. She did love him. She loved him for being the kind of guy who would pick up a girl in the rain and take her out for a hot drink. She loved him for putting up with sneaking out at all hours of the morning. She loved him for buying Eddie pancakes even if it meant getting syrup all over him from the sticky hands.
‘I love you, you shady prick,’ she said, beaming back at him after she broke the kiss.
Simon rolled a little closer and nuzzled her cheek. ‘Do you love my paddle?’
Miranda groaned, then shivered as he kissed the slope from her ear to her shoulder.
‘Do you love my kick-ass vibrator?’
‘You’re ruining the moment, you jerk.’ Still, she couldn’t stop giggling as he wrapped his hand around her waist.
‘Do you love my round, grabbable ass?’
He finished by flipping her over and laying wet, smacking kisses where she was most ticklish. Miranda squealed and wriggled, but like a Chinese finger trap her struggles only succeeded in ensnaring her more.
‘Speaking of my kick-ass vibrator and my grabbable ass,’ he murmured, and claimed the wand from where it had rolled between the pillows. He rested his chin on her shoulder and held up the vibe as he turned it on. ‘Ready to see which one of us can hold out the longest?’
‘It’ll be you,’ she said quietly. ‘It’s always you. You’re too much of a trickster.’
‘You like my tricks.’
She turned towards that delightful rasping voice as it skittered along her ear canal. ‘I love your tricks.’
He kissed her again, softly and sweetly, then moved so that they were alongside one another, head to foot and hip to hip, and bent one of her legs up so that her foot was flat against the mattress.
As he touched the rounded end of the vibe between her legs, Miranda ran her hand along the hard plane of his thigh, then tilted her head so that she could swirl her tongue around the smooth head of his jutting cock. As the first resonance from the wand spiralled between her legs, Miranda moaned and puckered her lips around him.
Although fire had flared between them when they’d first arrived at his apartment, now they took their time. Miranda closed her eyes, and Simon rested his head on the knee that was flat on the mattress. Urgency hadn’t crawled into the bed with them. Maybe the admissions of love had made the
moment timeless, maybe not, but, as she craned her neck and took a little more of his cock in her mouth, Miranda felt nothing but contentment flowing between them.
His hot breath beating against her inner thigh, Simon dipped the fingers of his free hand into her cunt. She gurgled around him and kneaded his hot shaft, smearing the moisture from her mouth. She kept on like this, sucking and licking, tugging the soft skin surrounding the hard length, until that concentrated heat between them began to flare.
Moaning so low she barely heard him, Simon fucked his fingers in and out of her a little harder and pushed the vibe against her, and Miranda slipped her hand lower as she dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She cupped his balls, her heartbeat quickening a little as she came ever closer to ‘the little red thing’ that had captured her attention and fascination.
Before she could move any further, Simon clapped his hand upon her ass and rolled her on top of him, and with another moan lifted his hips.
She propped herself on her elbows and lowered her head, taking inch after inch, as much as she could, as her hand slid round behind him. Her fingertips brushed the wide plastic base and she gripped it.
Just as she slowly withdrew the plug, Simon pressed his slick fingertip into her own tight opening. Their exploration of one another was brief. Miranda found her rhythm quickly, guided by Simon’s small thrusts and her own increasing need, brought on by the vibrator against her clit. She rocked over him as she fucked him, fucked him with her mouth and with the plug, deliriously happy and feverish at every helpless sound rising behind her. He formed words, she was sure of it, but through the rushing of her blood in her ears she could make no sense of those deep, rumbling sounds.
She didn’t want to. She just wanted them to keep pouring out of him.
Sucking him hard and then releasing him with a pop, Miranda pushed up and pumped the plug in and out.
‘What do you think of your drenched parking-garage cupcake now that she’s fucking your ass?’ she teased him, as she rolled her hips to ride the vibrator.
Beneath her, Simon moaned and pushed his heels into the bedding, rocking in time with the plug she used on him.
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