Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series)

by W. Ferraro

  “Why don’t I just take the inhaler and you guys can get out of here.” Aimee said, extending her hand out to Lola.

  “I think Boyd is just going to come home with me. He obviously does not deserve to stay. Not if he is going to make such a mess and then behave like this.” Lola said to Aimee, as she ignored the tummy grumbles from the others at the thought of their friend leaving. “Come on Boyd, time to go.” Lola ordered, well aware, that this meant that her evening plans would come to a halt.

  “Really Lola, it’s okay, it wasn’t just Boyd. My guys here know the rules. We thought we’d come in here, let them burn off their obvious energy excesses and then they all know they have to go in and clean up before the marathon continues.” Aimee answered, not wanting to be related to any excuse for Lola not to have the rest of the evening as she should. Aimee felt shitty enough as it was calling her in the first place.

  “Lola, Aimee says she has it under control, leave her to it. Besides, Boyd is having fun and we have other plans.” Wes interjected with the addition of teenage boys making comments of what he could mean, as well as sounds of kissing.

  Lola was speechless. Did he just tell her what to do? Voicing their plans to a room full of teenagers?

  Aimee walked to Lola and took the inhaler. “Really, go Lola. I will not let you use this as an excuse to cut your evening short. You will only regret it if you do.” Aimee whispered so only her friend heard her. Though, given the look coming from Lola, Aimee felt bad for what was coming Wes’ way as far as Lola’s temper. But, then again, if anyone could get her out of a cranky mood, Aimee was sure Wes and his talents could. Damn! Aimee was jealous of her friend. She needed a good booty call herself.

  “Fine.” She whispered back, hating to admit Aimee was right, she would regret it. “Boyd, you can stay, but you better behave.”

  “K,” he answered mumbled like and gave high fives to his friends.

  “Shall we?” Wes asked.

  “Yeah. Come on.” Lola answered.

  Bidding Aimee, Jerry and the boys goodbye, Lola watched as Wes walked over to Boyd, leaned down and whispered something in her brothers ear. Boyd responded with a nod. Lola gave Boyd a one-sided hug and was surprised when Boyd mumbled an apology.

  Once outside the gymnasium and making their way to the door and SUV, Wes made an attempt to hold her hand. Lola crossed her arms over her chest.

  Once she was seated in the passenger seat and Wes had rounded the hood and got in behind the wheel, Lola turned on him. “How dare you tell me how to handle Boyd.”

  Already knowing he was going to be wrong no matter what he said, Wes went for broke, “I wasn’t telling you how to handle him. I was merely reminding you that you trust Aimee. When she says that she’s got the situation under control, perhaps you should give her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, by Boyd leaving the party, would only put a wrench in our evening plans. I told you, I am a selfish man. I have no intention of sharing you tonight. I’ve waited too long for tonight. I’ve waited too long to have you.” Wes stated plainly. “Unless, of course, that was your way of getting out of what is waiting for you when we walk through my door again.”

  Goodness, he was intuitive. So what if perhaps she was using Boyd as a buffer, she may feel that way on the inside, but she would be damned if she would admit that to him. “Well, I can tell you nothing is going to happen when we walk through your door, because I am not walking through you door.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I’m pissed! You don’t get to make ANY decision when it comes to Boyd. We are fine. We don’t need anyone else in our lives. This is temporary. Our lives will go on when you are gone.”

  “I wasn’t making…” God she was maddening, but dammit, he was harder for her for it. He was not too keen on her putting their situation into the mix here, but he couldn’t focus on that right now. He would go with plan B, if she hasn’t figured out that he is a very literal man, she soon would; along with being sure not to forget it either. “Okay, you know what, I’m sorry you think I was executing my power over the situation. Won’t happen again.”

  “Good.” Lola answered and then remained silent. When Wes jumped on the interstate she spoke up. “What are you doing? I don’t live this way.”

  “I know, I do.”

  “I told you I was not walking through your door. I haven’t changed my mind.” Now she was arguing just to argue. She had so many emotions raging inside of her that she just needed more time to process everything.

  “I figured that.” Now it was Wes’ turn to go silent. Sure enough, Wes pulled into the underground parking garage, and into his designated space.

  “Fine! I have to grab my bag anyways. Then you can bring me right home or I’ll call a cab.”

  “Whatever you say, Sunshine.” Wes said, waiting for her to join him as they walked toward the elevator.

  Wes pressed the call button, and when the doors opened, he quickly ushered Lola in and pushed her against the far wall. Pinning her with his body, he immediately felt her body respond to him. Between her hard nipples and her quickened breath, she could lie to him and herself all she wanted, but this she couldn’t deny.

  Speaking against her lips he huskily asked, “What were you saying about leaving?” Not even giving her the opportunity to answer, he slipped his tongue inside and ravaged. His hands were everywhere. His pelvis was pressed against her, and its hardness evident. He lifted her leg so her thigh rested on his hip, giving him an even better fit.

  Soon her hands were just as furious and seeking as his. Their tongues tangled together in such an erotic dance. She couldn’t get close enough. Her hands began roaming under his shirt to his harden muscles, until finally she found his hard nubs, squeezing one then the other. Then they went for his belt; quickly unbuckling and opening his jeans.

  “Sunshine, I admit I don’t mind paying the small fortune I do for my condo, but I don’t think the co-op would appreciate if I fucked you right here in the elevator.”

  “Shit.” Was all Lola could say. How could she go from only accompanying him to grab her bag to almost having sex with him right here? Oh yeah, this was Wes, she was sure he could probably get her to streak through Gillette stadium if it meant feeling his dick anywhere near her body.

  They stumbled out of the elevator, and walked awkwardly still entwined with each other to his door. He quickly opened it, shutting it and pinning her back to the door. Her shirt and bra were gone within seconds and moments later barefoot with her jeans off too. Grinding his still covered pelvis into her already soaked panties, he once again lifted her knee so that he could be cradled further into her. Feeling her wetness through his jeans and smelling her musk, only turned up his heat even that much more.

  “You want me to take you right here up against the door, because I am perfectly happy with that. But what I have in mind, is also appealing.”

  “What do you have in mind?” She asked between deep kisses and finger fondling.

  “Come and I’ll show you.”

  “Promise, I’ll come.”

  “Sunshine, that is my first requirement.”

  Bringing her back into his bedroom, Lola was surprised to find that her cheeks heated as she looked at the ruffled bed coverings. Memories of what they did there flooded her memory and phantom feelings took over her body of all that he made her feel. Lola watched as Wes went to the large walk in closet and came out with a black box.

  “Take your panties off, Lola. Lay on your stomach, in the middle of the bed.”

  Lola laid on her stomach per his instruction and watched over her shoulder as he opened the box. Wes sighed but then removed four gold satin lengths, reminding her of a sash for a robe. Using the intricate metal slates of the headboard, Wes tied each of her arms to the bed. Loose enough not to affect her circulation, but strong enough that she was immobile. Lola was curious what the other two sashes were for, when Wes walked to the foot of the bed. She knew there was no footboard so he couldn’t be tying he
r legs down, could he? Sure enough, Wes kneeled down and used some sort of fixture on the floor to tie each of her ankles to. Her heart rate increased at the uncertainty of the moment from fear. Was this more than she could handle? Was this more than she wanted? He pulled a gold sleep mask from the box next. Oh God, he was going to blindfold her! Ooh God, oh God. Now she felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

  “Relax, Sunshine. I am not going to hurt you, I promise!” He said before he slid the mask over her head.

  Lola could no longer see anything other than the darkened gold satin. But her other sense increased. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could sense where he was relative to the bed. He was standing at the foot of the bed. Her assumption was correct when he touched her right ankle.

  “Are you comfortable? Are the bindings too tight? They are meant to be, but not enough to make you uncomfortable or to hurt.”

  “No. It doesn’t hurt.”

  “Good. I love the ink, by the way. Such a beautiful design, later you will have to tell me what the words mean. I’m not familiar with that language. But that will have to wait.” Then silence.

  Lola tried to listen for any movement, or feel any sort of vibration, but there was nothing. Either he didn’t move or was incredibly good at disappearing. Finally she noticed a change; an aroma, something with vanilla. Then she felt a cool liquid being poured on her back. Most of it pooled at the small of her back but some rolled down her sides. The longer the liquid stayed on her skin, the warmer it got, until it was hot. Not hot as in burning, but rather increased sensitivity. The mattress dipped by her hip and then his hands were there. Rubbing the oil all over her back, her shoulders and down her arms. Wes was focusing on the top half of her body in such a fabulous massaging motion, Lola could feel her eyes going heavy. Unfortunately before she knew it the comfort and skill of his hands were gone too quickly. The loss of contact, immediately woke her.

  “Wes?” No response. No movement.

  Then his slick fingers were rubbing her ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. How could she never know that having her cheeks rubbed could be so relaxing. Then, immediate loss of contact, again. She did not call out for him this time, just waited for the next touch. But it never came. When she was sure she would go mad from the silence and unknown, she felt a strange sensation along her spine. She didn’t know what it was. It was light and ever so grazing, but intense.

  “What is that?” Lola asked, and wasn’t surprised when there was no answer.

  The softness was gone and was replaced with a deep sweep of Wes’ slicked finger dipping between her cheeks. The contact startled her, but she immediately felt THAT touch everywhere. He repeated it, a number of times, each time, going closer to her forbidden zone.

  “Uh…” But before she could finish, he withdrew.

  The constant touches then nothing was maddening and she so wanted to beg for mercy asking for the ultimate contact, but she found herself enjoying his surprises. Never before would she have thought she would truly want such an experience, but this was beyond any sort of sexual experience she had ever had. She wanted him, she wanted his touch, she wanted his attention, she wanted it everywhere. Then the sting to her backside happened. He slapped her. The irritation swept across her skin, but rather than register as pain, it registered as something different…something…she wanted…again. Without any preemption or instructions, she found herself asking aloud. “Again! Please spank me again.” Just when she though he wouldn’t, there was a sting on her other cheek. “Oh, God! Again. Again, please! Again, sir!” Soon the time between slaps were dwarfed to the point it was one after another, he alternated cheeks. Finally, slapping her the hardest of all, enough to make her yelp. But as soon as the sound escaped her mouth, sudden coldness was draped over her stinging backside.

  “Aghhhh…” she moaned as she tried to wiggle free of the cold.

  “Sshhh…it’s just an ice pack.” Wes soothed.

  “Take it off, it hurts more with, than without it.” Lola exclaimed, as she laid her head down on the soft pillow. Wes did as she asked.

  Once again, his finger caressed her ass cleft. Lola found herself wiggling to deepen his contact. When he rested on her hidden pucker, she stiffened.

  “Look at that beautiful bud, just waiting for some attention. I think soon, but for right now, I’ll just tease it.”

  He began to rub her cleft again, each time wiggling his finger on the forbidden spot, and each time she yearned for another moment of contact.

  What is happening to her? She not only is letting him strap her to a bed, but she is toying with letting her ass become a possible point of arousal? What is it about Adonis, Wes, whoever, that makes her doubt everything she would have sworn her life on only months before?

  She felt the bed dip between her spread thighs, her butt was getting attention again but this was not his finger. There was no denying what was giving her attention now; his cock. The soft satiny skin over ridged steel. His hardened member imitated the path of his finger moments earlier, just rubbing the line between her cheeks. Lola found herself lifting up on her knees to enjoy the sensation more. Now she could feel his chest hover over her back, as the bed dipped again by her sides, where he supported his weight on his hands.

  “God, Sunshine, what I would give to squeeze into your ass. I will have you that way, but right now, let’s see how wet you are for me.” Wes said into her ear, between nips at her lobe.

  Wes pushed into her from behind. With her extremities tied down she couldn’t adjust her position much to accommodate him, but that only added to the phenomenal feeling. He pushed into her slowly and very shallow. Only to ease out of her and push back slightly so just his head was in her.

  “Like that?” He asked as he continued this sensual torture.

  Lola bit down on her lip, and tried to wiggle her rear to allow deeper penetration.

  “Tsk tsk tsk, if you move again, I’ll just withdraw completely. Now you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Wes said, moving her hair over her shoulder so he could nibble and suck at the back of her neck.

  “No…don’t!” But it came out more of a moan than a plea.

  Lola stayed as still as she could and just enjoyed his teasing penetration. When he withdrew and didn’t return within a few seconds, she wiggled involuntarily, seeking him.

  “I warned you, Sunshine.”

  And then the sting from the spank ripped through her bottom. Lola anticipated another, but it never came. She wanted the blindfold off. This was too much. It was complete sensory overload. She needed to know what was coming. She tried to rub her head in a way to get the mask to move, but to no avail.

  “You are a naughty girl. Trying to take your mask off, I think I will need to discipline you again.” Oh how she wanted him to discipline her with his exquisite touch. But this was the biggest surprise thus far. He plunged into her; deep and completely. He started a frenzied pace, hammering into her over and over again.

  “Oh God, yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me!” Lola found herself shouting. She felt her body climb to its peak and just when she was going to crest it, Wes withdrew from her completely.

  “You didn’t think I would make it that easy did you?” Wes licked the path of her spine as he then blew his hot breath on the sweat and saliva line.

  Lola felt the mattress dip again, indicating him getting off the bed. He was not too concerned now with making noise. She heard him go to the night stand, open a drawer, and then close it. He continued to surprise her, by untying her wrists. With his assistance and instructions, she flipped onto her back, but her ankles remained tethered to the floor. Her mask remained in place, and suddenly the room filled with music. Loud, angry, aggressive music. Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. She loved the tune, but in this setting, it symbolized something else, perhaps something closer to the words of the title.

  Lola focused on the lyrics and was startled when she felt something probe her entrance. Soon it was gentl
y vibrating; electrifying her already oversensitive tissue. She could feel the cylinder shaped object being inserted slightly inch by inch. When it was inserted far enough, the gently buzzing increased in pace. Alternating between a pulse to an intense constant. Just when she got used to the beat, it would change. Infuriating her and exhausting her muscles. Finally it was withdrawn all together. The bare opening was not bare for long; Wes’ mouth and tongue replaced the battery-operated vibrator. He devoured at an intense pace, with only one goal in mind; complete insanity. Finally, her body claimed its demanded orgasm. Lola’s body shook so much that she couldn’t feel Wes’ continued attack.

  She laid there limp, exhausted and utterly sated.

  Wes drank her dry, and kissed her a trail down to each of her ankles, untying them and massaging where the sashes gripped her skin.

  Vaguely, Lola could feel him shifting her to her side. He held her thighs open and rammed into her like that. With one thigh supported upward by Wes, he hammered into her, stimulating tissue that should not be able to be stimulated. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Lola was on the cusp of another climax. She met Wes when he reached his and they both plummeted over the edge into sensation oblivion. This was how Lola was when she fell asleep; completely exhausted, withered from such physical demand and completely grip free of her tightly held emotional restriction.

  Lola woke with a start. The room was dark and quiet. It took her a moment to keep down the panic of not knowing where she was, but then as the fear gripped her, the strong arm that was draped around her waist gave her an involuntary squeeze. With her pulse back in check, she snuggled deeper into the decadence of the cloud like mattress and the luxurious softness of the linens. She tried to return to sleep, but after a few minutes, Lola could tell that was unlikely to happen. Looking at the bedside clock, she noticed it was almost five am. Her body was use to not getting a lot of sleep, generally she worked at the bar until last call, and Boyd was a very early riser.