“Twice – it was awesome.”
“Two words Savannah. Video,” he said holding up one finger to count off with. “YouTube,” he said as he added a second finger to the first.
She laughed and tossed the vegetables into a skillet. “There was no way I was going to get my phone out with Gabe around – not after all those dirty texts you kept sending me.”
“I wanted to send a picture too, but figured it might offend your innocent sensibilities,” he said teasingly and ducked when she threw a piece of red pepper at him. It felt right having her in his kitchen, not because he expected her to cook for him – although he was okay with that since his “specialty” dish involved a box of mac-n-cheese, a couple of hot dogs and a microwave – but because he liked how at home she looked. It was like they were two kids playing house and it was wrong on so many levels because it just added another complicated layer to their already unhealthy relationship.
“Shane, can I ask you something?” she said as she stirred the vegetables in the skillet.
“Sure.”
“Would you come to family dinner on Sunday? It’s at Gabe and Riley’s place.”
“Savannah,” he began but she cut him off.
“Logan won’t be there – he has to work. And it’s not like we’d go together or anything. I just think Gabe and Riley would really like to see you.”
Shane stood and thrust his hands into his pants. He so wanted to make things right with his friends, but that would just fuck everything up even more. It seemed like the more he pulled away, the harder they fought to keep him. It didn’t make any sense.
“Think about it,” was all she said as she kept her eyes on the food in front of her.
On edge now, Shane paced around. He finally went and got himself a beer from the fridge.
“Can I ask you another question?” she asked, not looking up at all. He hated her timid tone. He didn’t want her to feel like she had to walk on eggshells around him.
“Sure,” he said quietly.
“Will you let me finish what I started in the hotel room the first time we were together?” He saw a blush creep into her cheeks. “Not because I need it that way anymore,” she stammered. “I just really liked it…”
His body had knotted with lust the second she mentioned their first encounter. He knew exactly what she was asking – she had enjoyed being the one in control. A lot of men might find it difficult to give complete control over to a woman, but he had no such qualms. He put down his beer and walked up behind her. She still seemed embarrassed and wouldn’t face him so he caged her in with his body and reached past her to turn off the flame on the burner. He pushed her hair aside and brushed his lips over the nape of her neck. “Where do you want me?” he asked before sucking on her sensitive skin and then soothing it with his tongue. He hoped there would be a mark there tomorrow, reminding her of him.
“Upstairs.”
***
It was ridiculous to be nervous after all they’d done to each other, but Savannah couldn’t help but feel a knot of anxiety building in her stomach as Shane led her up to the bedroom. She’d been fantasizing for a while now about being the one that controlled their pleasure, but she hadn’t known if he’d be open to it. He’d seemed to enjoy it that first day, but then everything had gone to hell because of her meltdown. She’d gotten to taste him again when she summoned him back to the hotel room, but she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to feel him inside of her as she rode him. As he drew her closer to the bed, she braced herself against him and he instantly stopped.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
“I don’t want you to think it’s like it was the first time – I don’t want you to think I’m using you,” she said cautiously, her voice heavy with worry.
He leaned down and kiss her hard, then again for good measure. He held her face in his hands as he said, “I’ve dreamed of this – of you riding me. Slow or fast for as long as you want.” He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs and then he dropped his hands and went to his closet. He was gone for only a few seconds and when he returned he had two neckties in his hand. He flicked the lamp next to the bed on and then tugged her forward. “You’ll need to use these because there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you otherwise.” He dropped the ties onto the bed and began stripping of his shirt.
She sucked in her breath when he mentioned using the ties as restraints. He’d been adamant about not being bound that first day, so the trust he showed her now was humbling. It was also unnerving because he would truly be at her mercy.
When the shirt was gone, he dropped his hands to his pants, but she stopped him from undoing them by putting her hand over his. “Leave them. Get on the bed.”
There was no hesitation as he stretched himself out on the bed. She slipped her shoes off and then climbed onto the bed next to him, grateful she’d had the foresight to wear to a dress to work this morning and had changed back into it after her training with Gabe. She grabbed the neckties and then straddled Shane, pulling the skirt of her dress high. The fabric of his pants was rough against her thighs and she could feel his hardness already pressing firmly against her ass. She rubbed back and forth over him a couple times and was pleased to see his breathing grow heavy.
Savannah tugged the dress off over her head. This time she had worn a bra and she had to stifle a laugh when she saw Shane’s disappointment that she wasn’t bare. But when she leaned over him, her breasts nearly even with his mouth, she felt him brush his lips over the tip of one, the fabric doing little to quell the sensation that shot through her at the contact.
“Hands,” she ordered as she ignored the throbbing nipple that wanted more of his attention. He stretched his hands towards each side of the bed and she quickly tied each wrist to the bed posts. She drew back to admire him splayed out before her. His eyes glittered only with lust, not fear or trepidation at being tied down. She rewarded him with a long deep kiss, her tongue greeting his. When she pulled back, he tried to follow.
“I love how you feel beneath me,” she murmured as she shifted her hips against him once more. “So powerful and strong.” She skimmed her nails down his chest and then began a slow exploration of every muscle with her tongue. “I love how you taste,” she whispered before dipping her mouth lower to his abdomen and she felt him shutter when she searched out his naval and laved it with her tongue. She slid further down his body and cupped his length through his pants. Her movements were purposefully slow as she worked the button free and pulled down the zipper. He groaned when her fingers brushed his cock as she pulled his pants and underwear down his hips. It took a bit of maneuvering but she finally got the clothes off of him.
His cock was huge, it’s engorged tip almost purple in color. It jetted out from a nest of blonde curls and lay flat against his belly. She bent down to lick her way up the length of it and then swirled her tongue briefly around the head. He was groaning now, his body drawn tight and she looked up to check the bindings – his muscles were rippling from the tension he was putting on the fabric. Satisfied that he wasn’t getting free anytime soon, she returned her attention back to his eager cock. Pulling it away from his body, she gave him no warning as she sucked him deep inside of her mouth. He shouted and thrust up into her but she was prepared and held his pelvis down with her free hand. It took several attempts, but she was finally able to work him deeper down her throat and concentrated on relaxing her jaw and throat so she wouldn’t gag. The smooth skin intrigued her because it was so different from the hardness rippling just underneath.
She gave him a few more hard pulls and then released him. He was panting hard now, his face red and sweat beading on his brow. His eyes were almost black with lust and she was glad he’d turned the light on so she could see everything he was feeling. She pulled herself up to kiss him again so he could taste his own, unique musky flavor. He fervently glided his tongue over hers. Sitting back up, she worked the clasp on her bra free and then pulled the
rubber band holding her hair back free so that her hair fell loose around her the way he liked. When she caressed her breasts with her own hands, she heard him curse and saw him yank hard at the bindings.
“You want a taste?” she asked as she pinched her nipples.
When he nodded, she leaned down enough so that he could reach her left breast. He sucked as much as he could in his mouth and then licked the turgid tip. She closed her eyes at the sparks that coursed straight down to her clit and she began rubbing against him. She offered him the other breast and he gave it the same arduous attention as the first. When she pulled back, he released her with a pop and then dropped his head back on the bed, his eyes closed, his frustration becoming more obvious. Climbing off of him, she worked her now soaked panties off and threw them to the floor.
“Shane,” she whispered and he opened his eyes. “Can you make sure I’m ready?” she asked. He glanced at her thighs and saw the moisture glistening there.
“Yes, but you’ll have to untie one of my hands,” he said softly. She looked up at his hands and then crawled up the length of his body. But instead of releasing him, she shifted her body so that her core was directly over his mouth. A startled sound left him at her brazenness, but his tongue instantly searched out her clit and began loving it. Electricity jolted through her and she braced her hands on the headboard so she didn’t put all her weight on him. His expert tongue had her moaning in exquisite agony within seconds and she began rubbing against his face shamelessly. She felt his teeth close over her bud and then he sucked hard. She came apart instantly and screamed his name as pulses shot out from deep inside her womb and spread throughout her entire body. The pleasure continued for several long moments as the tension in her body eased and she barely managed to pull off of him before her muscles went lax.
As she tried to recover from the soul stopping orgasm, she saw her moisture still coating his lips. When his tongue flicked out to lick it off, she felt another wave of desire surge through her. She worked her way down his body and then went searching for the condoms she knew she would find in his nightstand drawer. His body was still tight with unspent passion and she was careful as she rolled the condom over his leaking cock. Her own lust was back in full force and she had no more desire to tease him. She positioned him at her opening and then sank down as far as she could. She loved how her body burned as it stretched to accommodate him. Even with her slickness to ease his entry, it was still tight and she had to lift herself up and down his length several times before his dick slipped past the last bit of muscle trying to bar his entry. She gasped as he slid all the way inside and then went still so she could just enjoy being connected to him in this way again.
***
It took everything in Shane not to thrust up into her. After she had worked him all the way inside of her, a look of contentment had taken over her features and had he not been so tightly strung with his need to find his own release, he would have taken his time to commit the image to his mind.
“Savannah,” he finally growled. She opened her eyes and then seemed to realize he was in need of relief because she began to move. Slowly at first, experimenting to find the pace that would work for her. He itched to touch her breasts, to suck them into his mouth as she rode him while his hands knotted in her hair, forcing her head back so that he could control her movements. But she was in charge and as much as he was loving every second of it, it was also torture. He’d been shocked when she had ridden his face and the feeling of her orgasm coating his mouth had been like nothing he’d ever known. He knew he would have bruises on his wrists from all the pressure he was putting on his arms. Maybe if he had invested in cheaper ties, he’d be free by now.
A moan slid out of him as she began to ride him more quickly. He felt her sleek hair brush his thighs every time she dropped down harder on him. When she angled her body back and supported her hands behind her on his legs so that the head of his cock kept hitting the same spot deep inside her, he gave up the battle and began meeting her thrusts. Either she didn’t notice or didn’t care at his level of participation because she was working his cock in and out of her in a frenzy now. He could feel her inner muscles tightening on him.
One of her hands reached around her body to start stroking her clit and he actually bit his tongue at the sight. He wrapped his hands around the bindings since he had nothing else to hold on to and pounded into her as hard as he could. He felt her orgasm rip through her and then she was crying out in relief. The second he felt her body clamp down on his, he gave it up and shot into the condom. She kept riding him well after his release as little aftershocks quaked through her body and then she relaxed and just hung there, head back, eyes closed, her hand still covering her mound. At some point she pulled free of him and removed the condom from his sated body but he was too worn out to care. And when she released his wrists, he didn’t even have the energy to move so he just kissed the top of her head when she snuggled up against him and then went to sleep.
Chapter 13
Savannah glanced at her watch as she finished the final progress report form. It was nearing three o’ clock on Sunday afternoon so she still had time to get home and get cleaned up before heading to Gabe and Riley’s for dinner. She’d come into work nearly three hours ago to finish up the paperwork that she had left behind when she’d left early on Friday so she could grab some groceries and head to Shane’s to cook him dinner. The school was eerily quiet and had been since the custodian popped in to say goodbye an hour earlier. Truth be told, she would have been done much sooner if her thoughts didn’t keep drifting back to where they always did.
Shane had assured her that he had liked everything she’d done to him, even when she’d seen the red marks on his wrists the next morning. She’d nearly started crying at the thought that she had caused the damage but when he started telling her in explicit detail what he’d been thinking as she had owned him, her dismay had quickly turned to desire and they didn’t even make it to the bedroom – she was glad his dining room table proved to be so sturdy but she knew that eating on it would never be the same again.
She laughed out loud and then signed the document in front of her before adding a personal note about how much she enjoyed having the student in her class. The evaluations weren’t really meant to be very formal considering how young the children in her class were, but she liked using the opportunity to share with the parents how well their son or daughter was doing and always tried to add some extra information on personality, creativity or anything else that would let the parents know that she didn’t just view their child as another faceless body that she was charged with watching for a handful of hours each day.
As she began cleaning up her desk, she stilled when she heard what sounded like footsteps in the hallway. Silence was all that greeted her. She waited another second but heard nothing, so she finished organizing her things. Her meetings with parents were scheduled over the next couple of weeks and she was looking forward to them since this would be the first time she would be doing them herself versus when she just sat in on them while acting as a teacher’s aide during her schooling.
Grabbing her purse and jacket, she closed her classroom door behind her and then headed to the stairwell that would take her down to the first level of the large building. As she reached the bottom step, she heard the distinctive snick of a door closing from somewhere above her. The school had four floors total so there were several flights directly above her. She froze and waited but didn’t hear any steps or movement.
A chill went through her as visions of all the horror movies she watched with guilty pleasure flashed through her brain. Served her right for enjoying watching some young group of dumb college kids get tormented and ultimately picked off one by one by a crazed serial killer in some tiny, backwoods town. She hurried through the door and then began the long walk down the corridor that led to the side of the building where employees parked. She kept looking over her shoulder but saw nothing and heard no one. Fear nig
gled through her, but she forced it back and increased her pace. She had nothing to be worried about, she assured herself. The school was locked and the wealthy, upscale neighborhood of Queen Anne wasn’t exactly teaming with criminals. She exited the school and saw that her car was the only one in the parking lot.
As she reached the car, she noticed it was tilted at a strange angle and then realized why. She went around to the passenger side and sure enough, the front tire was flat. She bit back a curse and then reached for her phone. She knew Logan was at work and it would be hard for him to get away. She wasn’t sure what Shane was up to – he’d been non-committal about whether or not he would join them for family dinner and had mentioned something about needing to study. If he was even at home, it would take him a good thirty minutes to get to the school. A tow truck was another option, she supposed. She started searching for the nearest garage on her phone, but then stopped when she realized the solution was right in front of her. She had a spare, she had the jack and other tools needed to change the tire, all she needed were the steps to do it and a little elbow grease. It wasn’t like she had some big, monster SUV where the tire weighed almost as much as she did.
Feeling empowered, she searched for instructions to change a tire on her phone, then dug out everything she would need from the trunk. Every once in a while as she worked, she’d get this feeling of being watched but when she looked around there was absolutely no one – not even another car. The school was set back from the main road in a way that she couldn’t even see the traffic from her position, so it seemed unlikely that someone could be watching her. It still creeped her out though and she tried to work just a little bit faster. But the feeling never quite went away and her constant checking of her surroundings ended up slowing her pace dramatically.
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