I think he must have seen that I wasn’t quite sure even though I’d agreed, “Valerie, babe, if you don’t want to do anything, you only have to say so, okay? We’ve both got to enjoy it or neither of us will.”
I trusted that he’d never physically hurt me, so I nodded again.
Reaching down to where his belt had fallen, he picked it up and wrapped it first around one wrist, and then the other. Lifting me to my feet, he steered me toward the bed before turning me around and gently shoving me until I fell backward onto the mattress. He looked down at me and rubbed his hands as he considered his next move. The expectation that came with that small action alone drove me insane with desire. The way he looked at me melted my bones; with pure unadulterated lust he crept onto the bed above me and pushed my hands above my head. Pulling my cropped top up over my shoulders until it created a further restraint it covered my face as my head was caught between my arms. It made a makeshift blindfold.
“Don’t move,” he ordered in a low demanding tone, and my heart rate immediately soared. I was completely at his mercy.
Adrenaline flowed through my veins with my heightened anticipation because I had no idea what was coming next. Within seconds, I heard the flick of a switch and the room was plunged into darkness. I could hear my breathing change as it became shallower and faster, each breath, a little faster than the one before as I waited expectantly for him to touch me. When he didn’t, I said his name in a question, “Flynn?”
“Don’t talk,” he whispered.
This was so different from anything he’d ever done before and the excitement I felt waiting for something to happen was off the charts. My obscured sight prevented me from adjusting my eyes in the dark and kept me in a state of constant alertness. My hearing also became more acute. Focusing on his deep soft breaths that came from my left they helped me take charge of my rapidly beating heart until it slowed to a steady pace. Flynn was close by, but that was all I knew.
As the minutes passed I relaxed, when I suddenly felt a satiny-smooth stringy object stroking along the inside of my feet and up to the inside of my knees in a painfully slow motion. My belly tightened while my heart fluttered excitedly with the tormenting sensation of it. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have described it as some kind of flogger. With that thought, my nipples pebbled and were immediately rock hard.
Teasing me for what seemed like hours, I willed him to go higher. The weird thing was it excited me, yet he was hardly touching me with it at all. All of my nerve endings seemed to be fizzing just below my skin by the time he’d begun to trail it up my thighs. My body vibrated under his palms when they skimmed from the inside of my knees and pushed my legs widely apart. I squirmed again under his touch needing more, but as suddenly as I’d felt his touch, he stopped.
Once again I was left waiting in the dark for his next move. I’d never felt so alive with that mixture of fear and excitement, need and want all meshing together. I felt the air shift above my legs after some time and the same instrument he’d been using to tease me slapped with a dull thud against my pussy before a repetitive series of sweeping movements trailed it over my body. When that stopped, I heard him walk away before a soft light bathed the room. I could see it through the cotton of my make-shift blindfold, but I couldn’t see him.
Trailing the object over my belly in chaotic movements made my breath hitch as it left a teasing trail in its wake. My focus was on both the sensation and what could have caused those feelings, but I couldn’t hazard a guess as to what it was. He stopped again, and I felt the mattress dip on both sides of me as he crawled over my body.
His sharp intake of breath made me think he was going to say something, but he reached around behind me and unhooked my bra instead. Lifting it up over my head as well, the straps couldn’t be freed and rested part way down each arm as well. Being restrained by my own clothing and Flynn’s belt felt exhilarating, and my breathing got shallower.
The stringy thing he had been using previously connected again with my skin as it trailed teasingly over one breast and then the other at the same tantalizingly slow pace. He’d change it up and deliver a soft whack over a different part of my body, and it drove me wild with desire for more of his touch. I never knew that something so simple could tease me in that way or make me so desperate to be taken by Flynn that I’d have agreed to almost anything to make it happen.
Holding me by my shoulder and my hip he rolled me onto my front and turned my head to the side. He checked that my mouth and nose were free of my outstretched and bound arms, and then began to trail and tease the same object down my back and over my butt, again making the same small smacking motions I’d felt before.
My control became harder to hide as my back arched so my butt could meet him, and he stopped. When I dropped my front back to the mattress, he smacked my butt hard with his hand then smoothed it with the same strands of whatever he had in his hand. The sensation riddled my body with sudden shock, pain and pleasure while my senses had risen to a level I don’t think I’d ever experienced before. I wasn’t scared at all, and I pretty much stopped thinking until my armpits started to draw my attention to my arms when they began to feel numb.
As if he knew, he crawled down my body and pulled my hips up letting my chest and knees rest on the bed. “You okay?” he asked in a voice that was laced with lust.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good girl,” he said.
Warm palms with callused fingertips spread over my butt cheeks as his thumbs fell into the crease and I felt him spread me, letting his thumbs trace my forbidden, most private place. He’d touched around my butthole before, but this felt different. This felt like a preamble to what he’d skirted around since a short while after we’d gotten together. I tensed for the first time, and he stopped touching me.
“Do you trust me?” he asked in a low tone.
“Yes,” I said, even though what was happening was completely different to anything we’d done. I knew he’d never do anything to hurt me.
“Enough to let me teach you some ass play?”
I was silent for a moment, my heart beating out of my chest before I heard myself ask, “Will it hurt?”
“Not if I do it right. You can relax; I’m not going to fuck your ass. I just want to teach you to be open to new things.”
“Okay,” I said, as I tried to swallow quietly.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure, but my arms are achy,” I said.
Leaning all the way over my body he checked the belt around my wrists and slotted his fingers under them.
When I felt his warm body draped over mine, all my fears melted.
Lifting his body from mine, I felt the loss of him immediately, but his hand was back in seconds as he stroked my butt again. A hard smack sent a hot stinging sensation and ignited another pleasure/pain vibration through my body again. Yelping in shock, his mouth instantly lowered near my head as he comforted me, “Shh, babe, it’s okay,” he said immediately soothing the sting with his palm like before.
Spreading his hands over each cheek he swept them up to my shoulders before he scored his nails gently back down. He stopped when his thumbs centered on the crease of my butt. “So fucking perfect. Look at that ass, so fucking beautiful,” he husked to himself, then bent and bit my cheeks on both sides gently.
Adjusting my butt, he licked my pussy from behind then dragged his juice-covered tongue to my butthole and swirled it around back there. It was so filthy, scandalous even, but the thought that he wanted to do that to me made me deeply aroused and I found myself pushing back into him. Anal play was perverse and I was shocked that it excited me. His greedy tongue licked and sucked me from front and back until he suddenly replaced his mouth with his warm hard cock.
Taking me from behind Flynn suddenly pushed deep inside me, fucking my pussy like his life depended on it while his finger teased my puckered hole. I was so excited by the suddenness of it all that I came s
creaming his name, pleading for him to stop while my whole body jerked and quaked. I’d never experienced anything quite like it and felt ashamed and excited at the same time that I’d allowed him to do that to me.
“Holy shit, I’m coming,” he barely spat out in a thick lust-drunk tone, before he pulled himself out and his hot ejaculate spurted all over my butt cheeks. Giving an animalistic growl of satisfaction, he cussed and groaned his way through the rest of his release, “Fuuuck! God damn,” he declared, breathlessly, before collapsing beside me. I lay with my butt in the air still unable to move, and my butthole stung a like a carpet burn.
“Belt, Flynn?” I gasped breathlessly.
Flynn unbuckled the belt and rubbed my arms to get the circulation going again. The ache was incredible when I tried to bring them back down to my sides. Jumping off the bed, he ran to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and towel, while I dealt with the cramps in my arms. Flynn took care of cleaning my backside and between my legs then flung the cover back. Directing me, he said, “Get under the comforter, I want to snuggle close to you after that. Next round is going to be slow and tender.”
Pulling the comforter up to my chin he spooned behind me and curled his body to fit mine, inhaling deeply and kissing my shoulder and neck slowly, he said “Valerie, you are the most beautiful human being God put on this earth, you know that?” he asked.
“Oh, and now you’re a poet?” I teased him, smirking after his kinky session.
“No, I’m an honest man,” he countered pulling me tighter against him.
We lay silently for a few minutes, but what we had done was still running through my mind.
“Ha…have you done this kind of thing before?” I asked tentatively.
“What hit you with a curtain tieback tassel?” he chuckled.
“Is that what it was?”
“I had to improvise,” he said, laughing even harder at his ingenuity. Then he asked seriously, “Did you like it?”
“I did,” I admitted even though I was still felt a little weird about it.
“Great.”
“Have you? I mean did you—”
“Does it matter?” he asked softly.
I hesitated. It did, so I nodded slowly even though I was facing away from him, “Yeah, it does,” I said and moved a little away from his body.
Flynn sighed sensing my awkward body language and pulled me back against his chest, “Valerie, you know you weren’t my first, and it’s what we do now that matters.”
“I know, but I’m wondering how many times you’ve felt you wanted to do more with me and held back.”
“Honestly? Hundreds, but you were pregnant, and then I saw the tiredness, the worry and stress of everything you’d gone through when you had Liam, and then there’s managing the band, touring and all the other stuff that’s gone on. I figured I would have been selfish to put more pressure on you for something different. Did you like me playing with your ass?”
“Can I think about it?”
“If you have to think about it then you’re not happy about it,” he stated.
“It was weird. And dirty.”
“Of course, it was fucking dirty— and forbidden— the holy grail of sex, but that’s what makes it exciting. It’s every guy’s fantasy to take their woman’s ass; many won’t tell you that. Most of all, it’s about the ultimate gift of my woman giving herself completely. I’d say it was going where no other man had been, but that’s true for me in your case anyway.”
“So what’s different?”
“It’s sex for sex sake, sex in its rawest form. Animalistic and it’s purely for pleasure, not to procreate, and it’s something that doesn’t happen often.”
“So, how many times?”
“A few. Just a few. I wouldn’t want to do it with just anyone, Valerie,” he said, with conviction.
“Iria?” I asked.
“No. Not with her. It was only a few times with the same girl in college.”
“She meant something to you?”
“No, she was just into kinky stuff. She was the one that talked me into it actually.”
I was relieved about that but jealous that he’d shared that with someone else and never questioned him further. After a few minutes, Flynn got up and brushed his teeth then came back to bed. Rolling me on my back, he surrounded me with his limbs and dropped his forehead on mine again like he did when he wanted the closest intimacy he could have with me. “I’m so ready to make love to my beautiful girl. Can I do that?” he asked, kissing, sucking and licking my neck. In seconds he’d set my skin on fire again.
Following his lead, I responded to his touch as he worshiped my body, kissing every inch of me, stopping to stare intently when it mattered, and for another twenty minutes, he slowly and deliberately rocked my world with our fingers entwined. We climaxed together, and the intimacy of our connection brought tears to my eyes.
Chapter 4
Normality
Valerie
Our last morning in London was sunny. It was typical; we’d been there almost a week, and it hadn’t stopped raining until the morning we were leaving. Lee, Rita and Niven went to the airport with Flynn, Liam, my mom, and I. I could feel Flynn bristle in his seat beside me when Niven held Liam. It had been Lee’s idea for a male nanny, and I wasn’t convinced Flynn was completely in agreement with hiring him. Neither of us could deny how good he was at taking care of him, though.
The seven-hour flight back was uneventful and seemed longer. Maybe it was because we were looking forward to our time in Iowa. We were all exhausted by the time we landed and once we were on the ground the transfer to the house was a blur. We’d somehow piled into the back of the minibus, and Lee had driven us the short distance home to my parent’s place, even Liam was exhausted. It was only 5:00 p.m. in Iowa but 11:00 p.m., London time.
My dad had called in some Chinese takeout, which we’d all gone through the motions of eating but we fell into bed immediately after unable to keep our eyes open a minute longer. The time change was a killer for the first two days, but after that, we relaxed and found a normal routine. I had one last meeting with Javier to tie up our future dates, and then we could relax for a couple of days before Flynn and the band flew to New York for an overnight gig, a live TV performance, and a radio interview. Once that quick two-night trip was over, we knew we had nearly a month of family downtime to enjoy.
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When the gate buzzer sounded, I knew Javier had arrived. Seconds later, we saw him drive up to where I was waiting in the band cabin. The band had left to spend their vacation with family and friends, and Rita was living there alone while they were gone. Flynn didn’t want Niven in our home while we were there because he wanted Liam to himself whenever possible, so as soon as we were into the swing of things he’d given Niven extra time off with the understanding we’d call him back if we needed him.
Javier set his briefcase down, while Alison, my new assistant, poured him a cup of coffee and pulled out the chair next to him. After he sat down, I opened my laptop and within minutes we were deep in the planning of RedA’s schedule for the following year. Flynn was supposed to join us, to have his say, but before he could join us one of the technicians from the studio had asked to see him. We were forty minutes into the meeting when Lee came inside the house and interrupted us.
“Anyone seen Flynn?” Lee asked.
“He went over to the studio with one of the technicians about an hour ago. Something about a subwoofer amplifier or something, I thought you’d gone with him,” I said.
“I was helping your Mom set up the stroller so she could take Liam for a walk, then Kayden asked me to load a huge-assed dresser onto the U-Haul truck he’s rented. I just got back.”
I’d almost asked about the dresser, but that would have taken us even more off task. I had been trying to teach Alison the ropes for her new position with us as the Schedule Manager for the band, and I decided to let my question
about the furniture go. Javier and I had been responsible for all the scheduling between us up until that point, but I knew it was high time we had someone dedicated to the job. Lee stood waiting, and when I didn’t reply again, he took the hint we were busy.
“Right, well, I’ll head over to the studio then,” he said and let himself out. Javier smirked at me because he knew me well enough to know that I was ignoring him so that he’d leave us alone.
I turned my attention back to Alison. She was a fast learner, and she’d surprised me with her attention to detail while helping run the fan club and posting to the band social media accounts. Over the past two years, she’d developed quite a following for the band and was pretty adept at fending off negative tweeters in particular.
Mom and Dad had continued to keep in contact with Helen and Alison, two teenage fans since they’d attended a concert a couple of years before. I recognized their potential and thought they were great girls who just needed a bit of direction in life. Everyone needs someone to take a chance on them, so I decided to create some opportunities to involve them in the marketing of RedA. Flynn and I were both delighted that my parents kept in touch because having them look out for the girls meant they were being treated right.
“So this festival…will you want rooms for two days or three?” Alison asked.
“Two—we need to fly out right after the gig to Boston.”
“Right, and Boston is two nights again?”
“Yep, then over to San Diego,” I confirmed.
“Two there and two in downtown LA?”
“Four in LA. Then two days off; we want a rest from traveling.”
“Then it’s back to the East Coast to Miami for two nights, New York for three, and finally back to Chicago,” she stated looking pleased with herself as she typed enthusiastically in the spreadsheet document on her computer in front of her.
“Good job, you’ve got it. Now you just need to call the charter company and tie up all the dates with flights and check those out with Javier before confirming.”
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