by Corgan, Sky
“So I guess that's a yes, then?”
“When do I get to see you again?” I stare straight forward, hoping I don't sound too desperate.
“Do you want to come stay at my place this weekend?” He gazes out into the street at the school traffic we'll both be driving in very shortly.
“Will you have kinky delights for me?” I wiggle in my seat, grinning stupidly.
“Well, since you didn't kick me out of bed this morning, I think that can be arranged.” His mouth broadens into a dashing smile.
“Kinky delights it is, then.”
***
“I think you spent more time in the BDSM realm than you let on.” I'm standing in the middle of Trent's basement again. All I see is nothing. He put a black cloth bag over my head before he carefully led me downstairs, not wanting to spoil the surprise of our session. Now I'm being as still as a statue while he expertly coils rope around my naked body. Even without my sight, I can guess that he has some impressive knot tying skills. This is taking a while, and he's very meticulous about it.
“I think you spent more time in the BDSM realm than you let on, Sir,” he reminds me.
“Sir,” I parrot back, not feeling like repeating myself again. I can hear from the tone of his voice that he's in the zone, that zone where kindness leaves him, and all I feel is coldness. It's going to be difficult getting used to this. At least if we can compromise, if he can be kind and sweet when we're at my apartment, then maybe I can handle the way he is here.
I'm not afraid of him, as I know he hopes I am, but it is a bit uncomfortable being bound up in someone's basement when you can't see what's going on. This is what he needs though. One thing is for certain, I'll never complain about my sex life being mundane while I'm dating him.
“Lie down,” he tells me when he's secured the last few knots. There's rope around my neck, my chest, above and below my breasts, around my stomach and both of my thighs. And it's not just one layer but several.
When I lie down, he leaves me for a moment, and I hear the sound of chains rattling overhead. Then he returns with more rope. As he pulls my hands behind my back and begins restraining me even further, I think of how bizarre our relationship is.
After we finished having breakfast together the other day and went our separate ways, I was certain I wouldn't hear from him again until the weekend. That very afternoon, however, he sent a bouquet of roses to the hardware store for me. He also texted me during his breaks at work to check up on me and exchange casual banter. It's like we had effortlessly fallen into the roll of boyfriend and girlfriend. And it totally blew my mind at how natural it felt, despite everything that has happened between us.
This, however, doesn't feel quite natural—lying on the cold floor in his basement while he ties me up to the point that I'm completely immobilized. Oh well, at least he didn't put the ball gag or posture collar on me. Even with one hundred lengths of rope wrapped around me, I feel freer than I did the first time I was down here.
I hear Trent's footsteps retreat several feet away and then the sound of ungreased metal squeaking. For a second, it feels like my bondage tightens, but then my entire body lifts off the ground, and I let out a sharp cry of surprise. No wonder there is so much rope coiled around me. It's needed to support my body weight.
“What are you going to do to me now, Sir?” I twist my head to try to look back at him to no avail. When he was tying the rope around my neck, he secured the bag to my head.
“I'm going to give you what you've been wanting.”
There's a rustling sound behind me, and my breathing picks up in anticipation. This is probably the worst part of it all, not knowing what's going to happen next. I'm not left in the dark for long though. After a few minutes, the bag is ripped violently off of my head, and I'm greeted with the sight of Trent's gorgeous nude frame in front of me. His cock is already fully erect, and it's at eye level. I'm not far off the floor at all, maybe only a few feet.
“Do you want to suck my cock?” He lifts my chin with his index finger.
“Yes, Sir.” I look at the wide crest of his helmet, feeling my mouth water at the thought of tasting him.
“I don't think that's what you really want.” Trent shakes his head before walking behind me. Now, all I can see is the stairs. Why does he always keep me facing the stairs?
I'm not sure how to respond, so I don't. I simply hang there, wondering what's coming next. It will probably be something painful, like a flogging or the nipple clamps. Something I'm willing to endure to get to the best part of being with him—the rough sex.
To my surprise though, Trent grabs my knees and spreads my thighs, stepping between them. I feel his glans nudge against my folds, which I'm certain is just a tease. Teasing seems to be one of his favorite things, in all regards. The bastard. My eyes close as I savor the heat of his sex so near to my own. It will be a short-lived pleasure. At least, that's what I think until his hands close around my hips, and he bucks all the way into me with one fluid motion.
“Ahhh, oh shit,” I cry out as he takes hold of me and begins to pound away. “Oh, fuck yes. It feels so good.” I'm practically drooling on myself from the pleasure of having him inside of me. My clit pulses with approval, my body edges closer to falling over from the delicious sound of him moaning and grunting as he slides in and out of me with ease thanks to my suspended position.
“This is what you wanted, isn't it? To feel my cock inside of you.” He pulls out of me.
“Yes. Yes. It's exactly what I needed,” I groan shamelessly.
“I just couldn't resist, seeing you all tied up like this. It makes me so hot. Makes me want to plow your little cunt.” He spanks my ass with his cock a few times before shoving it back into me.
It feels absolutely amazing, and he doesn't let up. There's no gentility to the way he takes me. He's all selfish and hard, using the ropes attached to the pulley above me to angle me for different depths, some of which build the friction, others that cause a sharp bite of pain with every thrust. Of course, he seems more partial to the ones that make me scream. It's the fine balance of pleasure and pain that he loves so much.
When he finds a position that is especially uncomfortable for me, he slows down to savor it, milking a few explicit cries from me before allowing me to rest while he spanks my ass. After he's given me a few minutes to catch my breath, he lets his dick fall from my body and approaches my face. His fingers twist into my hair as he holds it back before shoving his cock into my mouth. For a few strokes, he lets me suck him off as I want. My tongue swirls around his tip before I bob on him, savoring the thickness of his dick filling my mouth. It's not enough control for him though. I brace myself for what I know is coming next, and he follows the projected path, tightening his grip on my hair as he bucks up into my mouth while holding me down on him to the point that I'm battling my gag reflex.
Already, I'm getting better at not choking on his cock. He pleasures himself with my face in short bursts, pumping into me for a minute before pulling out and allowing me to breathe. It's merciful, and it feels like he has a better grasp on what I can handle this time than he did the first time we were together. Though my eyes are watering, I'm not miserable.
For the next several minutes, I'm used like a rag doll. Having me stringed up has some advantages for him. He can go back and forth between my mouth and my pussy with ease, and he does. I never knew it could feel like one man could be in both holes at the same time, but he moves around me effortlessly, pounding my cunt for a few seconds before forcing me to lick and suck my juices off of his cock, then doing it all over again.
Eventually, he sticks to just fucking me. It's hard to tell when he's going for the homestretch, since speed seems to be one of the key ingredients to his scene this time around. He's being very vocal too, which I like. Last time, he was almost silent. I'm not quite sure what changed, but I hope it's permanent.
With him less focused on angling to make me cry out and more intent on pounding me
to oblivion, the friction builds quickly. I bite my bottom lip, moaning around it, wanting to confess that I'm about to come but afraid he'll withdraw if I do. Instead, I just soak in the pleasures of his body as he jackhammers into me until my core gives out and all I can do is pant and whimper and mumble about how good it is.
“Are you coming all over my dick?” He picks up on the change in my breathing.
“Yes, Sir.” I nod before letting my head hang lifelessly.
“Good. Got to make sure my girl is satisfied.”
It's a sweet sentiment in the mix of the heat going on between us. His girl. That's what he called me.
“I want to make you come,” I tell him. It's a tall order for me to fill when I can't even move though.
“You can start by calling me Sir.” He pauses for a moment to slap my ass, a gentle punishment.
“Yes, Sir. Please come for me, Sir.” For the briefest of seconds, I try to rock myself back against him. It's no use though. My body is going nowhere on its own.
“Where do you want me to come? All over your ass, or in that pretty little mouth of yours?”
My breath hitches at the suggestion of him shooting his load down my throat. It seems like it will eventually be something I'll have to submit to. That will take more of an emotional connection between us though. We're just not there yet.
“I want you to come all over my back, Sir,” I try to make it sound as sexy as possible, so it will be more appealing to him.
Almost the moment I give voice to my suggestion, he's pulling out of me and flanking my side to stroke himself off to completion. I turn my head to watch, happy that I'm able to see him climax but still feeling a bit denied since I have no free reign to touch him while it's happening. He looks pretty spent as he grunts out his pleasure in long milky streams, the heat of it feeling strange on my back, though the rope catches quite a bit of the downpour.
When it's all over, he quickly gets to work lowering my body and untying me. The process is almost as arduous as it was binding me in the first place, but at least this time I can help a little. As soon as he's loosened some of the rope, I try to struggle free the rest of the way. At first, I thought he was going to argue about me helping, since we're still in his basement where he likes to maintain control, but he doesn't say anything.
Once I'm free from my restraints, Trent surprises me by scooping me up and carrying me upstairs. I'm so afraid that he'll drop me that I can't even look, burying my face against his chest, so I don't have to see the stairs behind us. It's not until we're safely up in his living room, and he sits down on the couch with me on his lap that I finally relax.
“Are you alright?” he asks with a smirk.
“I know you're strong.” I trace his muscular shoulder with my fingertip. “But that was scary.”
“I wouldn't have dropped you.” He leans in to kiss my temple.
“I know, but still.” I rest against him, hiding my face in embarrassment.
“Did you enjoy the sex?” He sets his chin on top of my head.
“Are you asking me because you're insecure, or because you're curious?” It's amusing to think that he has self-confidence issues with as attractive and creative as he is.
“Maybe a little of both,” he confesses before I feel his hand gently rubbing my back. “Mostly, I just want to make sure you had a good time. The first time we were together, I was a bit intense. I dialed it back today.”
“I noticed. Thank you. It was quite enjoyable, though I still didn't get to touch you much.” I pull my head away from his chest to look at him.
“You can touch me now.” He takes my hand and presses our palms together, and I marvel at how much bigger his hand is than mine.
“It's not the same.” I readjust myself so that I'm straddling him. His body is warm beneath mine, and he looks more like the charming lover who stayed the night at my apartment than the Dom downstairs.
“Well, we'll have plenty of time to explore each other's bodies in the future.” He takes my hands in his and curls our fingers together.
“You sound so sure of that?” I tease before leaning over to kiss him sweetly on the lips.
“Thinking of dumping me already?” He's smiling, but his voice is unsure.
“No.” I roll my eyes. “Stop being so insecure.”
“That's kind of hard when everything feels so surreal,” he sighs.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” his eyes fall to our joined hands, “that I've never met anyone like you before. I never thought I'd meet anyone who would fit what I needed. Hell, I never even thought I was capable of loving anyone until I met you.”
Did he just use the L word? I smirk as I wonder if this is him confessing his love to me. It's so soon, but I can feel the warm emotions coming from him. He's not lying about being fond of me.
“I'm just worried that I'm going to wake up tomorrow, and this will have just been a dream.” He looks away from me for a moment, as if the weight of his words are crushing him. Or maybe it's my fat ass. I can't really tell. I'm not climbing off the Trent-train though unless he makes me. “On a different note, I'm throwing a party for the people at work. I want you to come.” His expression grows deadpan as he spits out the invitation.
The discomfort of thinking about seeing the people at Chilly Creations, Inc. again is enough to make me crawl off of his lap on my own. “Oh, Trent, I don't know. That would be really awkward.”
“No it wouldn't.” He arches an eyebrow at me. “The people there ask about you all the time. Besides, you're my girlfriend. And there will be lots of free food and alcohol.” He puts his arm around me to draw me closer. “Who passes up a free meal?”
When he puts it that way, it does sound more appealing. All I have to do is be cordial. I don't have to play buddy-buddy with anyone. Besides, I would like to see Laura again. We haven't spoken since I left Chilly Creations, Inc. aside from a few text messages shortly after I quit. It seemed like as soon as I stopped working there, our budding friendship was dissolved. That's how it often happens though, sadly.
“I'm not really comfortable with the idea, but if it means so much to you, then I'll go.” I smile weakly at him.
“It does. And if it makes you feel any better, you can bring guests. Maybe your lovely mother.” He urges me back up onto his lap. I wrinkle my nose and acquiesce. His cock is getting hard again just from the affectionate contact. I'm wondering if he's planning on making good use of it.
“My lovely mother?” I guffaw. It's true that my mother is a pretty lady, but when anyone calls her lovely, I just think of her sour personality.
“She was nice to me. I think she might have even liked me.” His eyes flash in amusement.
“Of course she was nice to you. As soon as you told her you were my boss, she went into ass kissing mode. What good mother wouldn't?” I press my hand against his chest before curling my fingers.
“Well, she's invited. And you can bring another guest too, just no dudes.” He points at me.
“Why not any dudes?” I wiggle on his lap a little.
“Because you're mine, and I don't share.” He dips me back and lays me on the sofa, causing me to squeal as he unleashes a mixed torrent of kisses and raspberries on my neck that have me laughing and squirming and trying to push him off of me.
The cute gesture quickly turns heated as he finds my mouth and kisses me passionately, holding my face in his hands while his lips trace delicately on top of mine. I moan into the space between us, my hands slipping from his shoulders to wrap around him. Within moments, he has forced his way between my legs again, leaning over me precariously with his hard dick in hand.
“You wanted to touch me.” His eyes rove over my face with a soft sensuality behind them that makes my stomach flutter with butterflies. “So touch me.”
I slip one hand into his hair, and the other tightens around his waist as he slides inside of me ever so gently. My leg hooks around his hip when he begins to thrust. As he take
s himself deeper, my nails dig into his back, and I mark him mine.
CHAPTER NINE
It was like pulling teeth to get mom and Terry to go to the party with me. Neither of them are party people. The only thing that convinced Terry to go was the promise of free booze. My mom, I had to beg.
When we get to the hotel that the party is being held at, it's awkwardsville for all of us. If I didn't have them both with me, I might have turned around and gone home. Now that I no longer work for Chilly Creations, Inc. I feel like an intruder.
To my surprise, it's a much smaller gathering than I expected, mostly managers from the production floor and office staff. The party itself is in a conference room that overlooks the pool. There isn't a face around that I don't recognize, though the only people who come to greet me are Zelma and Laura.
While I'm still bitter that Zelma tattled to Trent about the things that I said, I force a smile for Laura's sake.
“Fennel!” Zelma beams at me. “Trent told me you'd be here.”
“Hi ladies. Yeah, he invited me. Kind of weird, right?” I try to act like I have no idea why I'm even there. In truth, I don't know how much Trent has told anyone at Chilly Creations about our relationship. “This is my mother and my best friend Terry.” I gesture to them one at a time. “Guys, this is Zelma and Laura. I spent a lot of time with them when I worked for Chilly Creations.”
“Nice to meet you both.” My mom nods her head politely at them.
“Yeah, nice to meet you.” The smile that's plastered on Terry's face couldn't be more forced if she tried.
“I've heard so much about you,” Laura offers to my mother.
“Hopefully, all good stuff,” Mom laughs.
“Is it okay if I go get something to drink?” Terry points to a table where there are ice chests full of beer lined up. I can tell she needs the alcohol to take the edge off of her nerves.
“Have at it, kiddo.” Zelma gestures over our heads at the ice chests.
“Do you guys want something?” Terry asks my mom and I.