Escape

by Chelsea Dorsette

  Leering at her he said, “Oh, so you’re teasing me now?”

  To which she responded, “Is there any other way?” Giving him a playful slap on his ass she directed, “Call the cab, baby. I’m hungry.”

  Walking to the phone and adjusting his aroused cock she could hear him mutter, “You won’t be anymore when I’m done with you!”

  Arriving at their destination, they walked toward the restaurant with arms around each other. She was looking forward to a wonderful night and being entwined with him this way made her feel special. As they were seated at a booth, she was completely surprised when Ray didn’t sit across from her, but slid onto the seat next to her. She had seen people sitting like that from time to time but had never sat that way before. It was strange to her, but she enjoyed feeling his warm body nestled next to hers and loved being able to gently stroke his thigh from time to time throughout the meal.

  He was completely and utterly solicitous to her in every way. She could tell he wanted to make sure she was happy with everything. Sharing an appetizer, he seductively fed her pieces of the grilled sirloin tips from his fork. Their waiter was a quiet and reserved man, which suited her perfectly. She wanted to be totally focused on Ray and didn’t want an overly loud or intrusive waiter ruining their quiet and romantic mood.

  With their food completely devoured, Ray ordered them both an after dinner cordial. As soon as their plates were cleared from the table, she could feel his hand gliding up under her dress to her crotch. Next thing she knew, she felt him push the underside of her panties away from her lower lips and start to finger fuck her. Oh my God, she thought. This is insane! Instant arousal rocketed through her body as she tried to get her head around the fact that she was being sexually stimulated in a restaurant just barely hidden by the tablecloth. Just as the waiter returned with their drinks, Ray nonchalantly removed his fingers from stroking inside of her, and started gently rubbing and pinching her clit. She knew her face was beat red as the waiter served them but she was so completely turned on by the naughtiness of the moment, she didn’t push his hand away. As the waiter walked away, Ray chuckled and said with a sly smile, “I think he knows what’s going on.”

  Grasping her hands tightly around the delicate drink glass she let out a stifled cry and hissed, “I don’t care if he knows or not. Just give him a good tip! And don’t you dare stop now.”

  As he continued to sip his aperitif with one hand he teased her with the other. Alternating between circling his fingers around her throbbing hot nub and probing deeply into her now very wet pussy, he could feel her spasm against his fingers and hear her softly gasp. As he leaned toward her face and kissed her cheek he whispered, “Come on baby, let it go…just for me.” Before he could utter another word he could instantly feel her orgasming all over his hand as she did everything within her power to not utter a sound. Her eyes remained closed as her whole body shook. She felt suspended in space. Satisfied in knowing he could arouse her to this level in such a public place left a satisfied smirk on his face. Pulling his wet sticky hand out from under her dress he slipped his fingers into his mouth and while loudly licking her female juices he teased, “Now that’s one five star dessert!”

  Slapping his arm she said in a threatening tone, “I’m going to get you back for this.”

  After giving her one more playful kiss he said seductively, “I’m counting on it!”

  Chapter Four

  The drive back to his house was silent and intense. The atmosphere between them was choked with sexual tension. Opening the cab door he helped her out, paid the driver and they walked hand in hand up the driveway to his house. Shutting the kitchen door and pulling down the shade he said quietly, “Come upstairs. It’s time I see what you bought.”

  She had never been upstairs before. The first time she was there, they had fooled around in his living room. Entering his bedroom she noticed with pleasure that he had a king size bed. It was a generously sized room with a spacious en-suite. Dim lighting cast a romantic glow against the painted walls and she felt instantly at ease. Without a word he approached her, grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it over her head revealing what he had been waiting patiently to see all evening. Tossing her dress onto the dresser, he took a step back and regarded her like a hungry animal on the prowl. His eyes ran up and down her entire body drinking in her beautiful figure encased in a skin-tight black and teal corset with matching thong and garter belt. Per his request, she had purchased sheer black stockings to attach to the garters. Standing before him in four inch stiletto black high heels she turned around in a circle to give him the full view of the crisscross black ties laced all the way down the back of the corset.

  He marveled at how she looked sexier in this outfit than he’d even imagined. The front of the corset had a zipper for when he wanted to release her from it. It was meant to be tight fitting and he could see it was by the way the top of her breasts bulged out. The confining satin fabric sucked in her slim waist even more and made her full, curvy hips and bare bottom even more luscious. Standing completely captivated, he took his time admiring her long slender legs. Finally letting out a low growl he breathed, “Good God woman, you are smoking hot.”

  Opening his top dresser drawer, he pulled out what looked to be three yards of red polyethylene rope. Approaching her with the rope secured in his hand he instructed, “Hold out your arms.” Doing so, he tied her wrists together with one end of the rope with a sailor’s knot. “Look up,” he commanded. Casting her eyes toward the ceiling, she could see a triangular shaped thick metal hook screwed into the ceiling. Guiding her to move a few inches so she was standing directly under the hook, he looked at her lustfully and said, “Reach your arms up toward the hook.” Swiftly taking the free end of the rope, he inserted it through the hook and tied it back around her wrists with a second knot. Once again, she found herself completely at his mercy, but this time she was bound vertically with her arms tied above her head with her feet on the floor spread apart for balance.

  Watching fire flashing in his eyes, she contemplated him as he slowly circled around her like a predator ready to pounce. As he quickly stripped off his clothes and kicked them to the side he said in a voice laced with lust, “You look beautiful strung up this way.” Reaching again for his top drawer, her heart raced as her breathing froze momentarily when she saw him pull out a ping-pong paddle. Without saying a word he continued to stalk her while taking his time fondling and spinning the paddle in his hands. Rubbing one hand across his goatee he thoughtfully professed, “That’s one pretty ripe bottom, all bare and exposed for me. I think I’m going to have some fun and play with that for a little while.”

  Giving her a searing kiss he said as he pulled his lips away, “I have a feeling you’re going to like this.” As he moved behind her she heard him give a low soft whistle and say, ”Oh yeah, look at that. And right now it’s all mine.” With the paddle firmly in his right hand he took a step back and with one swift motion he landed it smack against her bare, defenseless ass cheek. Ray knew her cries were not from pain, but of desire and need. Pulling his arm back again he reigned the paddle down hard against her other cheek. The cracking sound of the wooden paddle against her bare skin resonated loudly throughout the room.

  “Ray”, she breathed. “Oh my God!” Intoxicated by her spanking fetish, he unleashed himself and gave it to her again. Over and over he paddled her while alternately softly stroking and rubbing her flesh with his warm hands between assaults. The redder her ass became, the louder her moans increased and the more his cock throbbed. It was the perfect harmony of lust, need, pain and pleasure. He was her dominant, and she was his submissive. And that was exactly how they both wanted it to be.

  Chapter Five

  So completely turned on by spanking her with the ping-pong paddle and hearing her cries of pleasure, Ray knew he needed to be deep inside her this very minute. Throwing the paddle onto the bed, he came around to stand in front of her. With one swift motion, Ray pla
ced his hands on the back of her knees, pulled her legs up off the floor and commanded, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” As she remained hanging from the hook, she secured her legs around his waist crossing her ankles for support. Reaching around and placing his hands on her swollen bottom, he pulled her hips tightly against his stomach. Just like a boa constrictor, she squeezed tightly and watched as he took one hand and unzipped her corset just far enough until her breasts spilled out into full view. Not wasting any time, he took one of her delicious, protruding, erect nipples between his lips, pushed his cock into her wet folds and sucked her gently while pumping her hard.

  Hanging onto him with her legs for dear life, she screamed his name as he pounded into her thrust after thrust, while biting her nipples with his teeth. He was so thick and full, he filled her up completely. “Take me, Ray,” she pleaded as a light sweat began to form on her brow. “I can’t hold back much longer.” Bringing his mouth up to her lips he ravished and devoured her. Letting her loose for air he heard her beg, “Please Ray, cum with me.”

  Needing his own release as badly as she did he replied lightly, “Then we best get to it!” Throwing her head back as he pummeled into her with a vengeance, she cried out one final time as they erupted together.

  With her legs now unwrapped from around his waist, Jordan could barely support herself on her feet as Ray lowered her legs down to the floor and untied her from the hook. Freeing her completely from the rope, he took her face between his hands and kissed her passionately while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. As he pulled the corset zipper down completely, he slid if off her shoulders and dropped to his knees to lower her thong, garter belt and stockings. He then moved her toward the bed and asked her to lie down on her stomach. Doing as he requested she sunk onto his gloriously soft, comfortable bed. As he knelt over her, straddling her waist, he rubbed lubricant between his hands and proceeded to give her shoulders, arms and tender bottom a caressing massage. The feel of his hands against her skin was soft and gentle and her mind reeled trying to comprehend how the joy of this tender affection was equally matched with the joy of the pain he inflicted. The rawness of these emotions left her confused and emotionally drained.

  Sensing Jordan’s change of mood Ray got off the bed, lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. As she sat perched on the vanity, he turned on the shower and waited a moment until it turned blissfully warm. He then guided her into the big shower stall and positioned her under the comforting jet stream. Tipping her head back under the showerhead, he ran his fingers through her wet hair while the water sluiced down her naked body. After squirting a dab of shampoo into his hand, he massaged her head while washing her hair with slow gentle strokes. While she rinsed away the shampoo, Ray soaped up a washcloth and continued his tender ministrations by intimately washing her entire body from her neck all the way down to her toes. Her emotions being so delicately frail, all she could do was just watch quietly while he masterfully caressed and calmed her.

  Feeling a different kind of desire emanating from her heart versus her sex, she took the washcloth from his hands. She needed desperately to give him the same gift he had just given to her. She loved touching his body even if a washcloth was between her hand and his skin. Moving away from the warm stream of water, she positioned him underneath it, washing his entire body inch by inch with the soft soapy cloth. She loved kneeling on the stall floor caressing his muscular legs as the water splashed onto her back. Back to a standing position, Jordan looked longingly into his eyes as their slick, wet bodies embraced. As he finally released her from his strong arms, he gave her a light playful swat on her bottom and said while turning off the shower, “Time for you to get out before you get me all worked up again!” Pouting, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed a thick white towel hanging on the rod and tossed Ray the other one.

  While she remained in the bathroom drying herself and combing her hair, Ray went to his dresser and grabbed a T-shirt and pair of elastic waist shorts that were a bit too small for him and placed them on the vanity for Jordan. Within a split second of him leaving the bathroom he heard her belt out a loud scream! Fear shot through him but before he could spring into action to see what happened, she came stomping out of the bathroom in a fury with her face bright red and waving the T-shirt wildly over her head.

  Amused, he stood still while she paced back and forth admonishing him for the T-shirt. “Really Ray?” she scolded. “A New York Giants T-shirt? Are you kidding me? Don’t tell me you’re a Giants fan or no more booty for you, my friend.” Spitting and sputtering like the devil on fire she continued her tirade as she stormed around his bedroom. The harder he laughed, the more annoyed she became. “You know that The Giants are my Cowboys’ arch rival, don’t you?” Watching him buckle over with laughter, she couldn’t help but calm down and start to laugh a little too. “You did this purposefully just to get me riled up, didn’t you?” Ray was laughing so hard at how thoroughly insulted she was over the possibility of having to wear a Giants T-shirt that he couldn’t even speak. “That’s it buster,” she said while marching over to his dresser. Yanking open his middle drawer she threw the T-shirt back in with a disgusted snort and pulled out a less offensive one while muttering, “That’s better. New York Giants…Honestly!”

  Confident that her little tantrum was now over, he pulled her into his arms and said while snickering, “Well, that was quite a show, little lady!”

  Turning him around she gave him a hard slap on his backside and said in a threatening tone, “If I see it again, I’m going to burn it!” As she gathered up her lingerie and clothes, he stood grinning from ear to ear marveling at how cute she looked in his clothes. With one backward glance as she headed out the door to go home she said mysteriously, “Keep next Friday night open. There’s someone special I want you to meet.”

  PART FOUR: HAPPY BIRTHDAY

  Chapter One

  Last weekend had been her second date with Ray, and just like she imagined, he had kicked things up a notch and took her places where she had sexually never been before, again. She had no doubt now that this man was completely and thoroughly skilled at his craft and he was taking her on the ride of her life! It was at a point where she couldn’t even think about him without getting wet. She chuckled to herself as she thought jokingly about buying stock in Kleenex because of the amount of tissues she was going through just to keep herself dry!

  Outside of the fact that she was a diehard Dallas Cowboys fan and he was a fan of her team’s arch rival, The New York Giants, she decided she couldn’t make that a deal breaker after all. He was much too addicting and they were having far too much fun for her to let that stand between them. So for now, she chose to look the other way and forgive him for his obviously poor taste in football teams.

  Listening to some of her favorite songs on her car’s satellite radio, Jordan focused back on her drive to the airport. She was so grateful that Raleigh/Durham airport was so close to her house. She couldn’t wait to see her best friend who was flying in for a two-day business trip. She had checked the flight before leaving her house and knew the plane was on time. Heather was going to meet her by the curb outside of baggage claim and even though it had been almost a year since they’d seen each other, Jordan knew she would recognize her instantly.

  Jordan and Heather met as freshmen at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina. They were roommates who quickly became best friends. While Heather majored in IT and software development, Jordan had majored in psychology. Although they were both very different in many ways, they cultivated a strong friendship that now, even 15 years later, was unbreakable. She and Heather had gotten into their fair share of mischief in college but their grades were exceptional and the partying that went on behind fraternity doors was their secret and those of the boys they played around with. It was said that during those four years, any frat boy that happened to stumble into their lair, never forgot it!

  She was sad that Heather lived in Boston while Jor
dan had remained in North Carolina. Heather had been asked to come down to talk with the head honchos at Cisco Systems, located in RTP, the Research Triangle Park. Heather’s company was in contention to be hired to help create new software with Cisco and she was here on business to try to pitch her product.

  Jordan couldn’t be more proud of her best friend and knew she would land the deal. Pulling up to the terminal, she could see Heather waving happily and pulled over to the curb. Climbing out of the car to put her bags into the trunk, they hugged and gave each other a chaste kiss on the cheek. Jumping back into the car, they drove off from the terminal talking a mile a minute.

  Going right from the airport, Jordan dropped Heather off at Cisco for her Thursday afternoon of meetings. “See you later!” Jordan called out. “Good luck and knock ‘em dead!” Closing the car door with a wave and smile, Heather disappeared through the big glass doors into Cisco. Heather was going to stay the weekend at her house and they were going to spend the whole time eating, drinking, laughing and catching up until Heather had to fly back on Sunday. Jordan had their entertainment calendar all planned and couldn’t wait for the fun to begin. At six o’clock Jordan got a text from Heather saying her meeting was over and that she was ready to be picked up. Leaving the house in a flash Jordan jumped back into her car, picked up Heather and they headed out to dinner.

  After two hours of talking non stop about work, friends, family and lack of vacation for both of them, Heather finally asked with a sly look in her eye, “So, tell me about this mysterious Ray! By the constant twinkle in your eye, my guess is he’s pretty hot!”

  Grinning from ear to ear, Jordan gave her the basic rundown of how they had met and more than hinted to the fact that the man was off-the-charts sexy. “I’ve asked him over to dinner tomorrow night,” Jordan said hesitantly. “I hope that’s OK. His birthday is on Sunday but he’s going to be out of town this weekend, so I wanted to make him a birthday dinner and celebrate before he leaves Saturday morning. Do you mind?”