Rusty Lovers

by Lilah Nichols

  “Oh, I felt that, you naughty boy!”

  He closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing, but every time he raised his hips to thrust against her the plug moved so deliciously in his ass, pushing him towards a release like he had never felt before.

  A small swish was the only warning he got, before the thin leather strands of the flogger connected with his chest, biting into the hardened nipple. His eyes flew open and watched as she struck the other one. “Not yet, Rusty! Don’t you dare cum yet. I am not through riding you yet.”

  A shudder went through him, and he nodded. “I want you to take what you need from me, Eliza…”

  Whack! Another swat on his chest, and the sting got his mind off his heavy balls. “Thank you, Miss Eliza” Frank kept pace with her, wanting to reach for her, and every time getting jerked back to reality by the cuffs and bonds. He yanked hard on them, but they didn’t budge.

  “So sexy to see you realize there’s no escape…”

  He yanked on the bonds again, expressing the desire and frustration that mingled into a growing passion. “Oh, God, I don’t want to! I just want to hold you, feel you under my hands…”

  She laughed, and lifted slightly, positioning him at her entrance. Her eyes fixed on his as she slowly lowered herself down on him. Her hands felt good on his chest, her arms braced to keep her weight up, allowing her to take him one slow inch at a time. She looked down at him and when he was in all the way to the hilt she leaned back and began to move, riding him slowly. The need was still on him to hold her, to put his hands on her hips and show her how he wanted her to move, but he liked this twist she put on things. Her words were so sexy… her kinks, kept him teetering on the precipice. He was at her mercy, and she was the one setting the pace.

  “Ready, my sexy?” She gripped him with her inner muscles and started to move. “Let me ride that marvelous cock of yours, Rusty. You like the feel of me on you, don’t you?”

  “God, Eliza. Yes, of course.”

  “Hmmm just like you loved my fingers fucking you the other day… and the way you love the silicone plug fucking you now. Such a perfect little boy toy…”

  Frank twisted in the ropes and moaned again. “Your words… may push me over the edge…”

  Eliza paused her movements and flicked his nipple. “That’s when you ask me if I’ll permit you to cum… do it, thrust harder, fill me, and say, ‘Mistress, may I cum?’”

  His breath hissed out, and he pressed himself into her. “Mistress,” the words tumbled from his lips before he could even think about what they might mean. How they might change his sexuality. “May I please cum?”

  Her body gripped him like a glove, and he thrust as fast as he dared, waiting for her permission. He was so close, holding back every time he was buried deep inside her. The silence stretched as she rode him, her head thrown back and her hair cascading in a wild tangle down her back. Her hands went to cup her breasts and finger the nipples lightly.

  “I want to watch you cum, to feel your cock jerk and twitch inside me as you unload. Grip down tight on that plug, and let me feel it…”

  The headboard creaked as his body tightened, his wrists pulling hard on the ropes. His hips rose off the bed as the pleasure overtook him. He huffed and groaned with the force of it, feeling it from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Eliza remained unmoving, watching him, reveling in the intensity of his orgasm. His eyes drifted closed as he struggled for breath, and he felt her move to lie pressed up close against his side.

  It was long moments later that the locks came unclasped with a twist of the key, and he pulled her close against his chest and held her tightly. “The things that you do to me, lady,” he joked. “I love them all….”

  Her breath was light on his chest, and she nuzzled closer, sighing. “This quiet time for cuddling after the intensity of sex, it makes me want to wrap you in my arms and keep you there.

  His arms closed around her. “I feel the same way… it seems crazy to look up and see it’s still light out. It’s still the middle of the day!”

  Eliza grabbed his phone off the bedside table and handed it to him. “Set the alarm for half an hour, and then we’ll shower and see about eating those take-out salads.”

  Frank managed to wrap both arms around the woman snuggled against his chest and get both hands onto his phone and set the alarm. He was surprised to see it was only 4:45… it felt like it should have been midnight. He nuzzled his nose into her hair and felt her breathing even out. He drew in a deep breath, wanting to memorize the smell of her fragrant curls, and let his body relax in slumber.

  Frank felt he had just closed his eyes when the alarm beeped. He sleepily tapped the snooze button, but he knew he needed to get up. He couldn’t believe he’d napped for half an hour, or that he’d done it without removing the plug she had slipped into him earlier. He quietly disengaged himself from her grasp and tiptoed to the bathroom.

  He cleaned everything up and wrapped a towel around his hips. Then, after a second thought, he took the towel off and turned around to inspect his ass in the mirror. He could just barely see it in the mirror over the sink if he stood on the edge of the tub. It looked the same, but he could feel faint welts when he ran his hands over it. He couldn’t help smiling as he hurried to the kitchen and set out placemats, wine glasses and silverware on the rickety table for two. He served up their salads and poured them each a glass of wine, pleased that it was all ready when she turned up wearing his bathrobe.

  She padded into the room, barefoot, and eyed him in his tight gym towel. She stretched up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Her smile was warm, and she had a well-satisfied look in her eyes.

  “I’m glad to see you look as exhausted as I feel,” he grinned. He pulled out the small wooden chair and scooted it in for her after she sat. He hadn’t thought much of the breakfast table in the back corner of the kitchen when he’d moved in, but the idea of little dinners for two was intriguing. Not that he could ever have foreseen doing it dressed in a towel, or his dinner guest rocking his terrycloth bathrobe. Her dark hair spilled down over her shoulders and no manner of tightening the belt on the robe could prevent her cleavage from peeking out of the gap.

  He liked to see her all tussled like this, knowing she’d gotten that way in bed with him. There was little conversation as they both sat and tucked into their Caesar salads. Sleep still hadn’t fully left either of them, so they lazily ate and sipped Merlot. It was hard to ruin a simple salad, and it always went well with wine.

  And when he would have risen to take the dishes to the sink, she picked up his hand and tugged him into the living room. She climbed onto the love seat and patted the space next to her, waiting while he settled comfortably before moving into his embrace. They sat curled around each other and watched the early news, and then The Big Bang Theory. Frank would never have spent the early evening laying on his couch, but today he wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. Eliza was languid and happy, her body fitting perfectly against his.

  He knew of the show she put on, but he had never watched it before. Somehow she had found yet another thing that would add light and laughter to his life that he hadn’t known he was missing. She had laughed and laughed when he’d asked, “Is this show new?” He’d found the premise a little ridiculous, but found his science background served him well. Plus he identified with the awkward characters, felt like his social life had resembled theirs as a kid. Only now, and he grinned as the thought occurred to him, only now it was completely different. He was her boy toy. She had dropped those words on him like a bomb. He chuckled and replayed the words in his mind. His social life had certainly shifted. His lover was akin to Wonder Woman.

  He gathered Eliza close and kissed her slowly and sweetly, trying to thank her for the way she’d swooped in and changed his life. She twisted around and pressed her lips more fully against his. Her palm crept up to cup his cheek and keep him close as her lips lingered over his. “I know,” she murmured. “I ha
ve to go after this show, and I don’t want to.”

  “You could stay the night….”

  She pushed herself to her feet and headed to the bedroom for her clothes. “I can’t… but we could get together this weekend.” She paused a moment and looked back, her expression suddenly serious. “And if you haven’t got any plans for the Fourth of July, I have a family get together at my aunt’s house. It might be a bit intimidating, meeting everyone at once, but I am sure they will like you.”

  Frank swallowed hard. Meeting the family. Already. And then joy swelled inside him. Already!

  She was about to speak again, but he cut her off, pulling her into his arms and giving a squeeze. “I’d love to!”

  She squeezed him back, laughing and pressing her cheek up against his. She was happy and vibrant, and some of that was rubbing off on him, because he felt a surge of joy. Her excitement was infectious, and he was swept up in her charm. He readily followed when she took his hand and pulled him back to the bedroom to get dressed.

  Eliza laughed and pulled off the towel, waggling her eyebrows as he fished for boxers in his top drawer and self consciously pulled them on. “Only you would be shy after what we just did,” she chuckled. Out of habit, Frank cinched up his belt and tucked his white button-down dress shirt into the waistband of his khakis. A pair of black socks and loafers completed his look, and he was ready to walk her down to her car by the time she had straightened her hair in the bathroom mirror.

  “I can manage to find my way to my car alone, Frank, really, I can.”

  He just smiled and followed her down the stairs. “It’s what a gentleman does,” he said simply, and she nodded, leading the way down the street. People were out sitting on their stoops enjoying the twilight. Others were hurrying home from work, arms laden with grocery bags. They called out “Heya” or “How’s it going?” as he and Eliza walked by.

  Had they ever done that before, when he was walking alone down the street? He couldn’t remember if they had, but Eliza waved and called back to them, stopping even to take a turn at four square with some kids. She held his hand and drew him into the game. His cheap rental apartment suddenly felt like it was in a neighborhood, and he liked it.

  He reached her car at the end of the block and enfolded her in his arms. Her head fit perfectly beneath his chin, and she sighed and held him close. “This is good, Frank,” she whispered. “Very good. Always leave ‘em wanting more…” He opened the door for her and slowly closed it once she was in and fishing for her keys in her over-sized purse. She rolled down the window and leaned her head out. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

  Frank stepped back and watched as she worked the car out of the parking spot. “I have never had a day like today,” he said as she swung out into the road. “Never…”

  “You’re a natural! I knew we’d click!”

  “Seriously, though,” he began. “How did you know? When did you know?”

  Eliza checked her mirrors to be sure she wasn’t blocking traffic. “I am not exactly sure when, but it was all adding up, the mix of good manners, small touches that revealed you were taking my comfort and desires into consideration. And oh, yes, let’s not forget that kiss in the park.”

  His mind flashed back, remembering how it was a whole lot more than a kiss.

  He stood with his hands shoved into his pockets, watching her drive down the street, and as he turned to walk home he saw Benny trot across the street and clap him on the shoulder. “It’s good to see you, Dad, I hope this isn’t a bad time to drop by.”

  His son was taller than he was and had the same wavy dark hair. He was much more outgoing though, and more athletic. He wore work-out shorts and a baggy tank top, like he was on his way home from the gym.

  In a short moment of panic, Frank wondered if they’d left any new toys out and about, but Eliza had insisted on tucking them all back into the Emporium bag and making a special home for it on his closet shelf.

  “No, tonight’s perfect.” The last light had dwindled and the street lights popped on. On impulse, he added, “You just missed meeting Eliza, a lovely lady I met at the Silver and Gold Meet and Greet.”

  “That’s great, Dad, and how come you haven’t mentioned her before? No… don’t answer that. I’m just glad you’re getting your feet wet. Seems to me she’s the first woman you’ve had over here in the five months since you moved in.”

  Frank had to smile when the thought about how he’d gotten a lot more than his feet wet. He followed Benny into his apartment and realized his kid was gazing around in wonder. “Wow. I mean wow. I like what you’ve done with the place. This is all new. Like you’re finally deciding to live here.”

  He flopped down on the love seat and clicked on the TV. Frank could only smile, remembering all the days Benny had done that when the sofa was in his room. “Coffee? Or maybe some pecan pie?” It was probably still good, he’d wrapped it up in cellophane. The Keurig gurgled out two cups of coffee quickly, while Frank tossed the containers from Applebees into the trash and stuck the glasses and flatware into the dishwasher. He cut two pieces of pie and added a hearty dollop of whipped cream to each.

  He found Benny still in front of the TV. Trust the kid to come to visit and spend the time on his couch clicking through stations.

  If Ben was impressed by the pie he didn’t say anything. He polished it off quickly, and then turned to his father. “The reason I’m here, is mom called me. She asked me to talk to you. She’s changing her mind about selling the house, and she wanted me to see how you felt about it.”

  Not selling the house would be a bad idea. Initially, the idea of letting go of the home they’d been in for years had hurt, but neither one of them could afford it solo. “We have been working on on this for months, Ben. I had no idea it took months, no, years, to divide up the assets and end a marriage. Your mom moved out over a year ago, and then changed her mind and kicked me out. I am not sure what it is she wants, just that it isn’t me.”

  Benny sat in silence, and Frank didn’t want to put him in the middle where he had to arbitrate. Except it was Abby who had sent him and been the one to involve their son.

  “Has her new boyfriend decided he wants to live on the Main Line?” Frank tried and failed to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

  “Kendrick? I’m not sure she’s even still seeing him. All I know is she’s scheduled another meeting with the mediator for July 11th. She wants you to be there. I really wish I knew what this was about. She just sprang it on me the other day.”

  “I’ll come, but if she wants that house she’s going to have to refinance it and get my name off the mortgage and the deed. I’m trying to move on here.”

  Ben held up his hand in protest. “Save it for the mediator, Dad. I’m just the messenger.”

  Chapter 12

  After Ben left, Frank climbed into bed with his cell phone. Eliza had texted a simple, “Made it home safe” an hour earlier, but it still wasn’t all that late. It just felt that way because they’d had such an eventful afternoon.

  He tapped her name on his phone and typed in, “Do you think it’s possible my ex knows about us?”

  It didn’t take long to get an answer. “No. Why? What makes you think that? And it’s not any of her business anyway.”

  Frank settled down more under the sheets. He could still smell faint traces of her in his bed, and thinking about it made his cock stir. “She sent Benny over to talk to me about the house. She wants to keep it. Like she’s trying to get more money out of me now, when it’s all so close to being settled.”

  “Lol. I’d pay more just to have it settled and have you officially single.”

  Trust Eliza to cut right to the chase and say something to bring it all into perspective. He felt like a little kid reading with a flashlight under the covers as he typed back, “But even then I won’t be single. I’m seeing somebody.”

  There was barely a pause. “Lol. Are you now? Oh, hey. I heard a good one. How come chemists hav
e the answer to every problem?”

  Frank groaned inwardly, knowing the answer to one of the world’s worst chemistry jokes, but he played along, how did Eliza put it? Silly pleased she’d bothered to find a science joke. “ How come?” he replied.

  “Because they have all the solutions!” He could almost hear her laughing. Then she added, “Good night Frank. Thank you for today. I don’t know how we got here so fast, but I wouldn’t have it any other way now.”

  Time seemed to drag by for Eliza as the upcoming week turned out very differently than expected. The weather turned hot and unbearably humid, and Eliza struggled to keep up with her demanding clients.

  Her business catered to demanding brides, and June was the season for it. Custom stationery and invitations had suited her art background and turned into a business that flourished, mostly due to Eliza’s patience and ability to couch suggestions in a manner that made the purchaser believe it was their idea all along.

  But brides, and it seemed anyone getting married these days, seemed to believe they were entitled to be cranky and demanding, flighty even. Nothing demanded more of her attention than a stressed out bride trying to make her celebration unique. They wanted their own colors, their own calligraphy, their own wording. And Eliza made a good living off their discriminating tastes. Usually, the fussier and more exacting the better.

  Just not now, Eliza thought. Not now, when all she wanted to do was leave early for the weekend and spend it at the love nest with Frank. With all her distractions, her clientele might have suffered if not for Shelly. The younger woman was a superstar, going through client folders and making slight alterations to the packaging displays.

  Setting up for a consultation was usually Eliza’s forte, selecting a few colors and designs for the bride to choose from, especially if the wedding had a particular theme or was on a tight budget.

  Eliza’s calendar usually got less busy as the summer wore on, but whether it was due to changes in the Gulf Stream or global warming, the sunny summer days seemed to be lasting well into October. It seemed early fall weddings were becoming all the rage. Eliza would be busy at work for the foreseeable future.