by Ml Preston
“Take it off for me.”
“Okay.” I started to unbutton the shirt when he stopped me.
“No, not like that.” I became confused because I was not sure how else to remove a button-down shirt other than unbuttoning it. He grabbed a remote from the table and turned on the music. Dance for You began to play over his surround sound.
“Strip.” His voice was light, but commanding and he had a delicious smile on his bruised lip.
“Strip?” I scoffed a little at the request.
“I know you can do it. I’ve seen you dance. You are extremely sexy and enticing when you move and after a night like tonight, I figured a little light enjoyment is in order. Now, Strip.” I rolled my eyes at his clever banter and decided to give him what he asked for. I put the bottle of water down and proceeded to unbutton his shirt slowly while swaying my hips to the beat of the music. I pulled off his shirt, revealing my short shorts and tank top, and tossed it at him.
I closed my eyes and allowed the music take me away. I moved closer to him, where he was within arm’s reach. The thought of being able to touch him, tease him, and generally make him beg, but he could not touch me, was my present. I knew a few moves thanks to the burlesque classes that I had taken with the girls. I grabbed his tie from around his neck and used it playfully as a prop. Not that I had many clothes on, but I found myself grinding and swirling on him, in nothing but my bra and panties. He was visibly pleased with the performance he was receiving. It was showing through his pants and on his face each time he licked his lips. I thought he was going to lose it when I started fondling my breasts and ripped my bra open while slow grinding on little Nicky. The song was closing as I stood to walk away only to turn back around and find Nicholas standing face to face with me.
A wicked grin appeared on his face as he bent over and picked me up, hoisting me over his shoulder with my ass in the air. He stopped to turn the music up a little louder and carried me into the bedroom. He stood me up and walked around looking at me as if he was inspecting me for a test drive. As he stood behind me and I could feel his breath on my neck, wet and intense, like me.
“Maya, what you did in there, I wanted to tear you apart. I am trying hard not to fuck you into next Sunday, but since you like teasing, let’s see how well you behave when you are being teased. First one to break cooks breakfast, okay?”
“Okay.” I agreed without hesitation because I knew that without a doubt, this was a challenge I needed.
“The rules are I can only use my hands. I can’t put any part of my body in that tight little pussy or ass of yours, I can use my tongue but not on your pussy, ass, or tits. I can manipulate your breasts, you will be blindfolded, and hands tied, okay?”
“Okay,” I said breathily.
With his hands on my hips, he knelt down, gently bit me on my ass, and then suckled at the mark. I let out a small audible moan as gratification of the pleasure I felt. As I stood there, he crawled around to the front, and he licked up my thighs, nibbling along the seam of my panties then snatched them off with his teeth. He continued to lick up my belly and to my mouth where he kissed me hard. He took his tie from around his neck and bound my hands together as he laid me on the bed and positioned my knees in a bent state.
“Don’t move,” he commanded as he got up, took a tie from his drawer, and bound me at the ankles. As he stood to undress, my eyes could not help but stare at him in all his glory using the light that was cast through his window from outside. I never really paid attention to how long and thick his cock was, but it was delicious. No wonder I was sore after fucking him.
He took a blindfold out of his nightstand and placed it over my eyes, blackening out any view of the outside world, leaving only a heightened sense of touch, smell, and sound.
“Are you comfortable?” His words were laced with passion and desire while his breath kissed my ear.
“Yes,” I answered back, delivering him the same gift he gave me.
“Okay, I’ll be back.” I followed the sound of his footsteps leaving the room and I could hear him bumbling around in the kitchen. When he re-entered the room, I could hear him sit something down on the nightstand.
“What’s that?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room. As the music began to play, I felt him get on the bed beside me and place a piece of ice in my mouth.
“This will be the only method of water you will have until the game is over, I would use caution not to take it all. Oh, and Maya, when one of us does quit, I am going to fuck you hard nonstop until you come. Then I am going to fuck you again.” I moaned with the anticipation of pleasure as he spread the ice around my lips while the water trickled down my neck. I gasped at the coldness of the water and the thought of what he was about to do as my nipples began to pucker and tingle, my sex began to throb, and he had not even started. It was amazing how his words control my body and it willingly obeyed his command.
I heard the clink of the ice dropping back into the glass, and then felt something sticky and cold being drizzled on my belly. At first, I thought it was honey, his favorite, but then I caught a whiff of the smell as he began to lick it off me and moan with every lick. I wasn’t sure if it was a ploy to get me to surrender or if he was as excited as I was. He then kissed me and I immediately confirmed it was chocolate.
“Mmm,” I moaned, not for the taste, but the taste of his mouth coupled with my desire.
“You like that? Let’s see if you like this.” He took something and teased me on my lips. I could tell it was round, small, and firm. When he removed it, I licked my lips to taste what the temptation was. It was the sweetest taste of cherries. He placed them in his mouth and kissed me and the cherries switched between our mouths. I took one out of his mouth using my tongue and gently bit it as I removed it, causing the juice trickle down to our lips.
“Well played, Maya.” I felt him move on the bed, kneel above my head, brush the tip of his head on my lips, and then pull away. I licked my lips in anticipation of him putting the whole thing in my mouth and me tasting his sweet nectar trying to make an escape.
“No, this is your spoon, Maya. I’m going to use it to feed you.” He placed caramel topping on the tip and placed it in my mouth.
“Mmm, I love caramel,” I said as I tried to take the full length of him in my mouth. He pulled it out, as he was growing more excited in my mouth.
“Somebody’s hungry. Maybe she’ll like this.” He placed the tip of his cock on my lips and I could tell that whipped cream was the truth now being served. I took in more than the head, wanting to make sure he felt the pressure of my tongue along his shaft.
“Stop, Maya,” he pleaded. “I can’t return the pleasure to you the way you are trying to do to me.”
“But isn’t this a game of give and take?” I replied, my voice laced with fervor.
“In fact, it is, Mrs. Davis.” He placed the whipped cream on various parts of my body, careful not to get near the areas off limit. He lay down with his head positioned between my legs with my bound feet resting on his back. He started making tiny circles with his tongue along the intersection of where my hips and thighs cross. He couldn’t get near my pussy or my ass and I wanted him to. Those circles—tiny, wet circles—were driving me mad. He continued along the trail and began to manipulate my nipples with his hands. The rage inside me was steadily increasing and I wondered if I was going to be able to hold my composure.
“Nicholas,” I cried out. The more I moaned the harder he pulled. I could hear him moan as I moved my hips to counter the throbbing between my legs.
“Ahh,” I moaned loudly. He must have looked up at me because I swear I could feel his gaze upon me.
He got up from his position between my legs and started nuzzling my neck—my weak spot and he knew that. I turned my head to expose the area that he was gently biting and sucking giving him full access, with his fully erect and hard cock pressed against my thigh. I moaned in pleasure as the shock waves were starting to rad
iate through my body.
“Mmm,” I moaned trying to stifle the words take me now that were raging inside me. I started to think about the consequence of giving in and that excited me more because right now, I needed to feel him deep inside me, pounding me like an errant schoolgirl.
“Nicholas,” I moaned, “Please, now.” He stopped and removed the blindfold, behaving like a ravenous animal consuming his prey after the kill. He bit me hard on my neck at the same time he thrust inside me with force unheard of. I moaned aloud and a single tear rolled down my cheek.
“Christ, Maya!” He pounded again. I jumped with anticipation as he stilled himself and lay there with his cock buried inside me.
“Maya, you drive me in-fucking-sane.” He kissed me softly and tenderly on my lips as he began a slow and steady movement in and out of me. He used his hands to caress my face and felt the teardrop that had fallen.
He stopped his motions and looked at me with concern.
“Maya are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine, Nick. Don’t stop what you’re doing.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, you are not hurting me. Trust me, I’m fine.” We began to kiss and instead of the thrashing that was to come because I surrendered, he made love to me. He unbound my hands and feet and kissed where the bindings were. He held my hands above my head and made slow, passionate, tender love to me. He coaxed my orgasm to peak with those slow and deep thrusts that I loved. I grabbed his back, slowly scratching it down its length as my legs squeezed tighter around his waist. I didn’t want to let him go. He kept moving despite my undoing as his thrusts became faster and faster.
“Christ! Fuck!” He stilled inside me, deep, and then collapsed with his head buried in the pillow under my head. We lay there breathing heavily, trying to calm down from the rush we had encountered. As he rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him, he ran his hands through my hair exposing my face to his palms.
“Maya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” I placed a finger on his lips, letting him know not to speak anymore.
“I love you, Nicholas.” I truly did find myself in love with him. It wasn’t a you fucked the shit out of me love confession. This was real. His eyes widened at the statement I made.
“What? What did you just say?” he asked as he raised up on his elbows. I lay on my side and smiled at him.
“I. Love. You.” He grabbed my face and pulled me in to kiss him while rolling me over onto my back and we made love until daybreak.
****
We woke up around two in the afternoon too tired to get up and cook so we ordered a pizza instead. We managed to make it out to the living room to the couch, figuring the bed needed a break. I had on a T-shirt of his and he had on a pair of thin cotton pajamas. When the doorbell rang, he got up and answered it while I went to the kitchen, grabbed us two beers, and placed back on the couch. He met me back at the couch with the pizza placed it on the table and lay on top of me.
“Man, I am so tired I can’t even eat. I just want to lay here with you and fall back asleep.” His head was buried in the crook of my neck where I could feel him breathing. I rubbed the back of his head and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m laying here doing nothing.”
“My body is in tune with you. It commands me and goes into auto mode whenever you are around,” he said. I laughed at the idea at first, but then realized that I feel the same way.
“Nicholas, are you sure this isn’t a sexual thing with you?” Nicholas looked at me, an innocent gleam in his eyes.
“You always ask me that, why?”
“Every time we are around each other we have sex or touch each other in a sexual manner and I want to be sure my feelings are not alone,” I replied.
“I am in love with you, that is why I have sex with you. I desire to be with you, all parts of you. I crave you sexually, physically, mentally. I want to know your likes and dislikes. Whatever it takes to please you I want to be the one who does it.” My heart began to beat faster and my breathing increased. His words spoke volumes to me and before I could speak, his cell phone began to ring from the other room.
“I better get that,” he said with a slight eye rolling. He gave me a brief kiss on my lips and went to grab his phone. I reached over, grabbed a slice of pizza, and started to eat when he appeared back in the living room with a look of anguish on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I was supposed to be at my folk’s house to get the stable keys from dad and he’s a little pissed at me.” He sat beside me with his head buried in his hands.
“Oh, you can take me back to my place and you can go before you get a spanking,” I joked.
“No, no, no, Ms. Davis. You’re going with me. Now let’s finish the pizza shower and go.” He took a bite of the pizza I had in my hand, making sure he was able to nibble on my finger as he pulled away.
We left his place around five p.m. headed to his parents’ place, which was out in West Palm Beach, about an hour away. He told his parents that we would stay for dinner due to the lateness of the day. Since he had to go out to the stables, we agreed that we should bring an overnight bag, so we wouldn’t have to drive back. I wore cutoff jean shorts and a white tank top with tennis shoes. He had on a gray T-shirt, a pair of old jeans, and work boots. We headed up FL-869 because he liked the scenic route. It was a nice evening and traffic was light to nonexistent. We drove with the windows down for the most part. The night, rather morning, we had was nice, but we never talked about the events at the party or the brawl that he was involved. Maybe not now, I thought.
“Maya, you all right baby? You are quiet.”
“Um, I just have a few things on my mind.”
“Such as,” he coaxed.
“Nicholas, I am not sure if we should even talk about this since we are headed to your parents.”
“Why? Is it about them?” he laughingly asked.
“No. Why would it be?”
“Okay, so if it is not about them, then why can’t we talk about what’s bothering you?”
“I don’t want things to be strained between us.” He grabbed my knee and squeezed it gently.
“Baby, things will be okay even after we talk,” he assured.
“We need to talk about what happened to you last night.” He touched the cut above his head, rolled his eyes, and let out a deep sigh.
“Let’s just say that those two will not bother us again, ever.”
“Did you kill them?”
“No, I did not kill them.” Silence filled the space between us, and I wanted to know more, but I didn’t think details were included. I decided to change the mood before rage took over him as I started thinking about what his sister said about his past.
“Was my little strip dance satisfactory?” Nicholas looked over at me with this sexy, devilish grin on his mouth.
“Fuck yes! I enjoyed it. It was, um, hot. I know that I will never be able to hear that song again and not think of you,” he said with a laugh and a smile.
“Oh is it funny?” I replied.
“No, I am genuinely shocked. When I told you to strip, I expected a debate or rebuttal. You are so reserved; I just never thought stripping would be in you. I said it on a personal dare.”
“Is that why you decided to play that game with me? I do have a wild side, Nicholas.”
“Really?” he said with a laugh. I thought about the girls saying the exact same thing to me. That I was a little prudish. I decided to show him that I am not reserved. I looked through the songs on my iPod and found Partition by Beyoncé. I plugged in the aux cord, turned his radio up, and decided a little highway pleasure was in order. As the song began to play, I unbuckled his belt and jeans.
“Maya, stop.” I smiled at him with my evil grin, reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.
He tried to move my hands, but he was losing control of the truck. I placed his c
ock in my mouth and began to suck. Tiny circles around the head and a long, wet lick along the vein. I could tell he was excited as a little bit of his juice escaped and I licked it up.
“Maya.” He hissed as I continued to suck him deep and hard, wanting him to come in my mouth.
“Maya, baby. Mmm.” His groans were becoming louder and he was fighting for control. He grabbed my ass with one hand, squeezing it, expressing his passion while trying hard to concentrate on the road and his driving with the other. I kept sucking and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum that was escaping.
“Fuck!” I could see him clench his muscles as he tried to control his orgasm, but he couldn’t. He released right in my mouth, as I wanted him to. The warm fluid spilled out of my mouth onto his jeans. I swallowed and then laughed as I reached into my purse for my mouthwash. I rinsed and spat it out the window. He was silent as he looked at me with amazement. Soon that silence became tension with nothing but the stare between us. Nickleback’s Animal started playing and the desire became greater.
“Fuck this,” he exclaimed as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his mouth. We feverishly kissed as he was driving down the highway with one hand on the wheel. He pulled my head away from his mouth and stared at me with great desire. I straddled him and started to grind on his already hard cock. I was craving him and I needed to have him in me now. I pulled my shorts off, reached down, and felt the trail of wetness my desire had left me. I slipped two fingers inside and then pulled them to my mouth and started to suck on them, tasting my juice. His eyes became a deeper green, displaying his want for me. I took his hardened rod and slid down on it.
“Fuck!” he cried out. I began to ride him slowly up and down laying my head on his shoulder so he could still see the road.
“Baby, ahh, shit Maya.” He moaned aloud out of satisfaction. I nibbled on his ear and neck, expressing my deep pleasure. He pulled my head back and started sucking on the base of my neck.