by Braxton Cole
"Now, I need you to strip." He spoke softly, his voice melodic and edged with steely promise.
I whimpered, but totally forgot how to move. I stared at him dumbly, unable to keep up with his mood shift.
He narrowed his eyes. "Now, Mari. I want you naked."
Oh, shit. That was fucking hot.
"Okay." I stuttered and worked clumsily through my buttons. I really, really wished I'd worn a T-shirt instead of the cute blouse with tiny pearl buttons that I'd fantasized about Luca opening with his teeth. I removed my shirt, then hesitated over the bra.
"All of it."
I hoped his curtains were closed, because I wasn't about to check. He got all authoritative and I got all kinds of wet and compliant. He wanted me naked, my clothes were coming off.
I unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. Before it joined my shirt on the floor, I'd already unzipped my fly. Luca stood back with his arms crossed and a half-smile on his face. I pushed my pants and panties down at the same time. Shit, they got caught on my shoes. There was absolutely no graceful way to step out of my clothes completely without removing my shoes first. Believe me, I've tried.
His smile grew from half to whole as I struggled. Dammit. Why didn't I wear slip-ons? First the damn pearl buttons because I thought they looked sexy. Now the damn boots with the laces that went on forever. I gave up and sat on the couch. When the first boot finally slid off, I exclaimed, "Ha!" And felt immediately foolish.
Luca smirked and my face flared red hot. In the future we'd have to discuss our plans ahead of time so I could be better dressed for the occasion. He was wearing a pair of goddamned sweat pants, for Christ's sake. It would take no effort at all for him to be naked. The thought made my heart beat just a little faster and I looked him up and down, evaluating the cut of his muscles, the way his pants hung low on his hips as though held up by a sheer act of will. Gravity would eventually win and then I'd get to stare at him the way he was staring at me. I lingered on his crotch, the outline of his cock obvious in the loose fabric. I licked my lips and his dick twitched and lengthened. It was official. I loved sweat pants.
When I finally looked at his face again, his smirk was gone and his face was red to match mine. It was my turn to smirk. And, like a cosmic gift, my other boot came off without further struggle. I stood and stepped out of my clothes, finally naked as commanded.
"Now what?" My voice came out breathy and deep, worthy of a porn star.
He swallowed, his eyes focused on my breasts. The dark, hungry look he'd had when he told me to take off my clothes had been replaced with horny thirteen-year-old-boy eager. I wanted the forceful, demanding version of Luca back. I was willing to prompt it by being a little insubordinate. I gave a little shimmy to get his attention and my boobs shook. His eyes widened and I sighed in irritation. That had the opposite effect of what I wanted.
"Luca?" I waved my hand to get his attention.
"Hmm?" He reluctantly turned his gaze from my girls to my face. The half-smile made a return. He looked happily distracted.
I gestured at my body. "Now what?" My relationship with Luca was turning out to be more fun than I expected. We had some very specific, very kinky fantasies that we wanted to play out and we'd agreed to do it together. That we were both learning the roles we wanted to play made it that much more endearing. We were in kinky sex kindergarten together.
"Right." He gathered himself and the change in posture was subtle and completely overwhelming. I wanted to please him very much. He set his mouth in a hard line, all hint of his smile gone. "Stand up straight, hands behind your back. Clasp them together."
I did as he directed and my chest jutted out even further. Moment of truth, my rack was awesome. It damn well should stop Luca mid-thought. To his credit, he held it together this time.
"Now, spread your legs."
I did as he requested but he shook his head. Apparently not wide enough. I shuffled a little farther.
"More." His voice took on a hard edge and I slid my feet apart until Luca nodded his satisfaction.
I was spread wide and not particularly stable, exposed, and unreasonably wet. I focused on breathing slow and even. It kept me from whimpering.
"Perfect." He stepped in close, his body crowding mine and the contact was delicious. I struggled to remain still. He hadn't expressly told me that I wasn't allowed to touch, but my hands were definitely restricted and any shift in my body weight could bring me crashing to the ground. If we decided to continue this relationship, I really needed to take some yoga classes or something to strengthen my core.
He held his mouth a whisper from mine, our lips touching but not really. He stayed there, inhaling and exhaling, hot and close and so still. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and the tip barely grazed his. He moaned and rested his forehead against mine. Still, he didn't kiss me. God, I wanted him to. I wanted to feel his mouth, hot and greedy on mine, his tongue deep and possessive, tracing the contours of mine. My breath grew ragged and shallow. He still did not move.
"Mari," he whispered and I could hear the desperation in his voice.
He rested his palms gently against my shoulders, his touch so light it almost wasn't there, and caressed my neck. He increased the pressure incrementally until all I could feel was his thumbs pushing heavily against my throat. I pressed into him slightly and my vision blurred. With every beat of my heart, my pulse pounded in my veins and flooded me with arousal. He never moved and I was so turned on I couldn't think.
"God." His touch was gone and my blood rushed in my ears. Then, as quickly as his hands left my body, they returned. He teased his fingers over the length of my arms, ultimately reaching around to grip my hands. He gripped my wrists tightly and crushed my body to his. I gasped at the glorious feel of his skin against mine.
He kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear, then along the column of my throat, then licked over the spot where his thumb had been moments ago. He sucked and bit the flesh of my neck and my knees trembled. Luca's hands worked against mine, massaging my palms, my wrists, holding them firm. The cool slide of fabric as he tied them together surprised me. I'd been so distracted by his mouth at my throat, I had no idea where he'd gotten the fabric. His pocket, I guessed, but didn't really care.
In all the ways I imagined being tied up, standing ass naked in Luca's living room while he gave me a grade-A hickey was not on my list. I tugged against the bond and he cinched it tighter. My cunt throbbed. Yes, this would do nicely.
"Can you keep your legs spread or do I need to secure them as well?" Luca spoke into my neck, his lips pressed against the flesh, the words hot and so fucking sexy.
The image of me spread-eagle and tied to. . .what? What would Luca use to secure me? God help me, I wanted to find out.
"Mari, I need to know. Can you control yourself?"
Why would I want to? Even though it sounded hot as fuck when he asked if he needed to restrain my legs, I wasn't sure I could handle it. I needed to focus on what he was saying, not just the feel of the words against my skin.
"Yes."I nodded, a near-frantic up-down motion.
"Yes, what?" He stroked his thumb over that spot on my neck, a controlled, metered movement that interfered with my ability to think.
"Huh?" I looked at him, searched his face. What was he asking?
He pulled away and his face came into full focus, but his thumb continued its distracting, rhythmic pace over my skin. "Yes, I should restrain you? Or yes, you can control yourself?"
"God. . ." I shook my head, confused, ready to beg for more. "I. . .what?" Through it all, I kept my legs spread wide. "I'm okay. I'll be good."
That wasn't exactly what he asked, but that's how my overloaded brain broke it down. I needed to be good or Luca would tie my legs.
"Good. Wait here." He stepped back, a pleased smile on his face.
No, he couldn't leave me like this. I needed him. I whimpered, a small, pathetic sound that I'm embarrassed to know I'm even capable of making. This man com
pletely unraveled me.
He left me there for an eternity. It could have been thirty seconds, or thirty minutes, but it felt like forever. When he finally reappeared, relief flooded me. I barely knew him, yet he was able to generate extreme, immediate responses in my body.
He held up two silver balls and twirled them between his fingers. The light gleamed off the shiny metal hypnotically. "Do you know what these are?"
I nodded. I had no idea what they were called, but I knew they were meant to go inside of me.
He arched an eyebrow, impressed. "Have you ever used them?"
I shook my head, wide-eyed and a little scared. Luca smirked, no doubt pleased with himself for surprising me.
"Hmm. Good." He palmed the balls and rolled them over my abdomen. The cool, hard metal made me shiver. He reached lower with his other hand and touched my cunt for the first time. His fingers slipped through my folds and then slid easily inside. He groaned. "You're so ready."
He lazily fucked his finger in and out, no hurry, no agenda, just the beautiful, hard glide of him inside of me. It was too much and not nearly enough. I fought not to thrust against his hand. He hadn't given me permission to move and I really didn't want to give him a reason to restrain me further.
He pressed deep inside, massaging my inner walls, searching and learning my reactions. The heel of his hand pressed deliciously against my clit and the thrill coiled tighter in my gut. He pulled out and added another finger, filling me just a little fuller, but still not close to that over-full stretch that made me scream last time we were together. I climbed closer to orgasm. Was I allowed to come, to finish before we really even started? I held myself rigid and my body trembled with the effort.
"You're so beautiful like this." Luca pressed his palm and the unforgiving metal balls hard against my low abdomen, pushing in to meet the fingers of his other hand as the explored inside me. With constant pressure on my clit from every angle, he licked lightly over my nipple. "So beautiful."
"God. . ."
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, a hard, instant vacuum that pulled my desire tight between his lips and my cunt. He nipped his teeth gently over the very tip, then sucked and bit hard at the same time. My body drew in on itself, compact and ready to explode.
I strained against my bonds and Luca continued to fuck me slow, but so deep, so hard. I shattered from the inside out. My legs gave out and Luca eased me to the floor, his hand inside me, anchoring and guiding me. I shuddered and rode through the orgasm, extended through the relentless pressure of Luca's hands holding me together both inside and out.
"Okay?" He kissed my head gently.
I was no longer standing and I kneeled on Luca's carpet, my thighs still spread obscenely wide. My forehead rested against his chest and I risked a small kiss. I pressed my lips gently to the skin just above his nipple and held them there. Life, for me, always happened slower in the afterglow.
Finally, I nodded and pulled back so I could look into his eyes. He looked a little concerned and a lot smug. He kissed me and laughed.
"That was awesome," he said.
"Yes." I nodded again. He dismantled me better than any man before. He had a perfect combination of demanding, confident, eager, and solicitous. I was officially a fan of internet hookups.
"Ready for more?" He didn't wait for my answer as he pulled his fingers out and pressed something foreign and hard inside my vagina. He smiled wide, then pushed a second object inside.
The balls.
He cupped my cunt, pressing his fingers flat against the opening. "You have to hold them inside. Can you do that?"
I clenched my muscles and pleasure shot through me. "Yes." My answer was half-hiss, half-shout, and all affirmation. Metal balls were a revelation and all he'd done so far is put them in and told me to hold on. What other tricks could he do with them? I didn't remember any of this being on Luca's list, but I sure as fuck wasn't going to complain.
He kept pressure on me for a bit longer. "Can you stand?"
My hands were tied behind my back and I had little metal balls inside my cunt that had to stay there. Stand? Could I? There was only one way to find out. "I can try."
He released his hold on me and leaned back to regard me fully. He watched as I struggled to get one foot under me, then made an equally ungraceful lurch to center myself with both feet under me. I stood slowly, carefully, abdominals clenched tight and causing the most amazing, distracting, wonderful, sinful feeling deep in my belly.
He stayed on his knees and gazed up at me reverently. "Perfect. Now spread your legs like before."
Seriously? I was supposed to keep track of little steel balls while spreading my cunt open while it was eye-level to him? He was out of his freaking mind.
My apprehension must have shown because his face hardened. The encouraging, understanding man transformed before my eyes to a demanding, in control task-master. "Do it. Now."
Mercy. He was hot when he got all bossy. I shuffled my legs apart. No way was I taking one big step like before. Through a combination of shuffling, sliding, and muffled swearing, I soon stood in the same position as before, legs open wide and filled with anticipation. What else did Luca have planned? And why was he still on his knees?
He inhaled sharply. "So perfect. Beautiful."
He wrapped his hands around my legs, low on my thighs just above my knees, and rubbed his thumbs over the skin there. The gentle, insistent back and forth rhythm telegraphed up my leg to my exposed clit. I trembled, the anticipation and shifting internal pressure aroused me to the point of desperation. So soon after orgasm and I was rapidly rising again.
He eased his hands slowly up my legs. His palms, smooth and strong, moved over my flesh, learning and caressing, and driving me insane. He stopped with his fingers spread wide over my low abdomen and his thumbs teasing over labia.
"God, Luca." I wanted my hands free so bad. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to grip his head and pull his face into me. I wanted to guide him to my clit, throbbing and needy for his touch. I wanted to be able to prompt him, to show him the strength of my desire. Instead I flexed my arms uselessly and whimpered.
He laughed and the air puffed over me and I tensed even tighter. He became very serious as he positioned his thumbs on either side of my labia and pressed the folds of skin together. He massaged his thumbs in tiny circles, creating the most wonderful pressure on my clit. And then suddenly the pressure was gone and my clit was exposed to the air. He held me open for a few seconds, then he was on me, his mouth, his tongue, his lips. All coaxing me higher and higher and I was helpless. He worked over my clit with his tongue, circling and flicking, as he pressed his fingers into my abdomen, massaging and searching for the ever shifting metal balls inside my cunt.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and the insistent suction drew me out even harder and I needed. Oh, how I needed. Luca worked my clit faster and harder until I finally overflowed, awash in the overwhelming release of energy starting in my cunt and radiating outward. My limbs grew weak, slack, and I felt his palm pressed against my pussy, holding the balls in place. He was not ready to let them fall quite yet, but knew I couldn't possibly control them myself.
He supported me, one hand between my legs, the other wrapped low around my waist. He held me tight and whispered gentle words of encouragement.
We stayed like that, me collapsed and fighting for breath and Luca patient and supportive, until the final waves washed through me and I could once again stand on my own.
"Wow." I laughed. He made me feel free, like it was okay to use laughter as an expression of joy after sex. It was liberating. "That was awesome."
He stood, keeping his hand pressed between my legs. He pulsed his fingers in place and asked, "You got this?"
I clenched hard and almost came again from the pressure. I gritted my teeth and leaned hard into his shoulder, fighting to regain my composure. When I was sure the balls were secure and holding them wouldn't send me over the edge, I nodded,
determined and ready for whatever he had planned next.
"Good. Can you walk?"
Christ. Maybe I wasn't ready. First he wanted me to stand. That proved successful. I could walk. Probably. If I moved slowly and carefully. "I think so."
"Mmm." He kissed me swiftly. “Follow me.” Then he was gone before I could properly respond.
He left my wrists bound and my center of gravity under metal-ball assault as he turned and walked down a short hall. During the brief moment before he turned, I could see his erection straining hard against the loose fabric of his pants. My cunt clenched again and I questioned whether I'd be able to make the short trip to what I presumed was his bedroom without coming again. I took a small, careful step and was relieved that everything stayed in place. Another careful step and I felt the balls shift heavily. Panic and arousal flooded me. I clenched tighter and the balls remained in place, but the arousal was damned near debilitating. I had no idea how I was supposed to make the entire trip without some sort of catastrophe.
"Coming?" He called to me.
"Working on it." In more ways than one.
He laughed. "Take your time. I'll be here."
His living room was of average size, but it loomed before me. I decided to approach the journey one step at a time. I focused on moving my feet rather than on the distance left to travel. The movement became easier with practice. I learned how to hold the balls secure without overdoing the pressure, and how to suppress the inevitable shudder that came with each shift of the balls inside me. To my surprise, my body said it was capable and ready to have another orgasm, but I wanted that to happen with Luca. So far he'd been a very generous--if slightly torturous--lover. I wanted to return the favor.
When I finally arrived at the bedroom door, I was ready to burst. The non-stop rolling pressure built inside me indescribably. I was so close to orgasm and all I'd done was walk from the living room to the bedroom.
He sat on the edge of his bed, completely naked and smiling. He held his erection in his hand as he watched me. He stroked the length slowly, a dark, intense look on his face. "There you are. I was starting to worry."