by Unknown
"You're so strong," he says to me finally. "I admire you very much for that."
I'm not exactly sure what he means.
"For you to be here now, after everything, is really an amazing testament to your spirit. Your ex, the kidnapping and accident, my foolish mistakes—you rise above it all."
He kisses my neck and ear while I listen. I'm so flattered that I don't have words ready to say back.
A few silent moments pass.
"I'm raising myself up to be worthy," he continued.
"Justin, you've saved me more times than I can count. You risked your live for me. I need to be worried about being worthy, not the other way around."
He rolled back to my side, where he was before. We let our fingers dance across each other's bodies, prolonging the moment further. At this point we don't need words. We are complete again.
A SHORT TIME LATER, I'm still wrapped in a blanket of bliss and comfort, and I'm noticing how the red of his pillows matches the vases and other accents in the room. The black bed cover wouldn't have been my first choice as a woman, but for a man, for Justin, it was the best choice. I find the red to be exquisite, though.
"What are you looking at?" Justin asked, puzzled from trying to follow my eyes.
I laugh at him childishly.
"Just admiring the work of the other woman you had in here," I answered.
His smile ushered my pulse along as it always does.
"Some of it might be lacking a feminine side, but that made sense at the time. I never changed anything until I met you. Before that, this whole place was just for me," he said with an exorbitant amount of confidence.
"You changed things?" I ask, intrigued.
Justin smiles deviously. "Just a few alterations."
"For me?"
His smile widened. "Yes, but just as much for me."
I notice his cock twitch against my leg. Using just my eyes and expression, I demand he elaborate. My interest is writhing. Anything that makes his cock jump like that interests me.
"The things on my roof deck, the chains and hooks I used that night to bind you, they were new," he said.
His cock hardens a bit more.
"After our first time together, I was addicted to making you cum. I couldn't stop thinking about you, still can't. The way you sound and taste when you climax, it's intoxicating—like heroin. Once I realized you were receptive, I began making changes."
"So there's more, not just what's on the deck?" My clit is swollen and begging for attention, and my nipples are noticeably hard to both of us.
Justin places his fingers on one of my nipples and gently pinches it, running his finger on its tip. It sent a contraction straight to my pussy that forced my hips to jerk. There was no hiding it—he knew exactly what he just did to me.
"There's a lot more," he answered. "There's one room completely dedicated to giving you orgasms."
I am totally embarrassed—and completely turned on at the same time. I think I'm embarrassed because of how turned on I am.
I want to see it now!
He quickly leans forward and puts my hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it.
A loud moan escapes my gaping mouth, while his now raging hard-on jabs at my hip. I welcome the feel of his hand sliding down my stomach and in between my wet folds, tweaking my agitated clit.
"Show it to me," I order. "I want to see it."
Justin gives my nipple one more lick and releases it from his mouth. His finger slid down and into me, sampling my wetness, before he removed it and rolled away to the far side of his bed. He got up and came to my side, his stiffness not even quivering as he walked.
"Let me help you," he said, guiding and lifting me until I'm sitting on the edge. He reaches for my cane, tossed and forgotten by the door.
"No," I said, stopping him. "Just walk with me."
He came back and held out his hand for me. There is no calming my heart down at this point. I have no idea what I'm about to see, and the unknown excites me. When he helps me to my feet, I grab his hard penis and stroke it, rubbing it's head on the skin of my belly. I just can't wait. I'm thinking of leaning over and stuffing it into my mouth.
As always, Justin can see what I'm thinking and pulls my hand off him, forcing us to have patience.
Using his arm for support, he guides me out of his room and down to the end of the hall. There's another door down here, and it has its own key pad. I watch him punch in the code.
"Really?" I ask sarcastically.
"When you see it, you'll understand. You won't want anyone going in here but us," he said, his voice childishly excited.
The lock popped. I'm expecting darkness when it opens, the mouth of a dungeon, but as it swings, the hallway is flooded with sunlight.
"This was my personal gym, but I barely used it. Most of the time I work out at a club. I like it much better this way," his sexy voice rolls.
He walked me in. The entire outer wall is glass, looking out toward the water through the buildings.
Justin followed my gaze. "The doors all open to another patio. It makes this whole room feel like you're outside when they're all open at once.”
To be honest, I think I'm just stalling for time, because some of the things in the spacious room were so strange I have no idea what they are. Before I fixed my gaze on the windows, I saw shackles and chains, a crazy looking chair that had metal rings everywhere, something like a horse saddle.
It's silly to be embarrassed at this point, so I force my eyes back into the room. There are harnesses hanging from the ceiling in several places, and a wall full of toys and restraints, some that are obvious, some that I hope came with directions.
"Let me show you," Justin said, walking me to the wall. There is a flat screen in the middle of the room that he turns on by remote, and I am suddenly looking at myself. "The camera is motion sensing. It follows us wherever we go in here."
Are you freaking kidding me?
My legs feel wobbly and it has nothing to do with my injury or physical therapy.
I had enough looking, I wanted to start using. I slid my hand down his cock and gently squeeze his balls before running my fingers under them, ticking the little gap between them and his ass.
"What do you want to use first?" I asked.
He seemed hesitant.
"Something wrong?" I ask, suddenly feeling too naked. I took my hand back self-consciously. I feel like I've done something wrong.
"No!" he snapped, but there was, and can see it in his eyes. It wasn't anger—more like concern.
"If I'm going to play in here, acting like some of this stuff is not completely foreign and confusing to me—you can't hold back either," I said.
"You're right," he said. He walks me to the crazy chair and sits me down. "I'm worried," he says softly.
"About what?"
He shrugs his shoulders as if it should be obvious, and maybe it is. I am more than a little distracted. There are more sex things in here than I knew existed. I'm scared, and out of my mind turned on. I can't wait to start getting fucked. We have our own sex shop, and I'm in it with the most incredible lover I could imagine.
I feel like I've hit the lottery, and they're holding the check in my face while they look for a pen to sign it.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asks. "After what you went through, I'm terrified what will happen the first time you're…restrained. I don't think you were considering that, but you need to—before we try it."
He is absolutely right; I hadn't considered it at all. But now that I am, I still can't wait to have him between my legs. I think his hard cock waving in my face is making the decision for me.
"We're just going to have to try it. If I can't handle it, I'll let you know and we'll stop," I said, trying not to sound desperate. "Why don't you start be showing me what the hell this chair is?"
He laughs at me nervously.
"Give me your hand," he orders as he drops to the floor beside me. Justin is nervous, bu
t I hear the animal in him, controlled and not liking it, ready to burst free.
I had no idea, but the chair has its own cuffs. Justin wraps one around my wrist, and then it clips to the metal rings.
Oh shit! I get it now. The way it was shaped, he could lock me to it in nearly any position. My left arm is now secured above my head.
Justin waited, giving me a moment.
"Do my other hand," I said reassuringly. "I won't break, Justin. I really want to do this."
He grabbed another cuff and secured my wrist. My clit is screaming now, my pulse racing. It's been weeks, and I'm ready—I want to beg for him to stop. Once I'm locked in, all I can think about is cumming. There are no negative thoughts.
I know exactly what signal to give him.
I open my legs, spreading them wide, inviting him. The cold air in the room finds the wetness between them.
In his eyes I see it.
Message received!
There are two more restraints. Justin selects two rings that keep my legs wide. His chest is heaving with excitement.
I have just released the wild—I'd better be ready!
He storms off on a mission. I can see him on the screen as the camera follows his movement across the floor, back to the wall. His hands busily stuff themselves with items from the shelves.
I'm ready to be ravaged. Neither of us have anything to hold back any more. We are going to hurt each other in wonderful ways.
Justin drops his things beside the chair, keeping only a plastic bottle in his hands. The top flips open easily under his fingers and he aims it at me, standing over me like a king. Suddenly there's a stream of body oil spraying off my chest. He covers me in it, carelessly splashing it everywhere. I convulse briefly when the stream hits my clit. He closes it and tosses it to the floor, kneeling and straddling one of my legs. I feel his warm balls on my thigh. His hands are everywhere, spreading the oil, tweaking and rubbing my nipples, making me too slippery to hold on to. He finally sends a hand to my pussy. Two fingers hook deep into me, stroking my G-spot without any warning.
My screams echo in the room. I remember the camera and look at the screen. I see our own personal porn transpiring on the TV. The sight of his hand pumping in and out of my spread thighs is too much.
Justin pulls his fingers out and follows the wetness dripping to my ass. One of his fingers circles my anus and then penetrates it slightly, teasing me. Before I can offer any fake protest, he closes his mouth on mine. He wiggles his finger a few times and removes it.
He leaned toward his toys on the floor, where I can't see what he's doing, and came back with what looks like a riding whip for a horse jockey. He runs the stiff leather patch at the end between my legs, sliding it in the excess oil.
My heart races while I wonder if he will whip me with it, the anticipation stealing my breath.
Snap!
Yes, he was planning on using it! My inner thigh is stinging, and my juices are flowing.
I want more. And they come. The next one cracked me lightly right on my vulva.
"Oh, God!" I breathe.
Snap!
On my right nipple. The throb is thrilling. If I thought it was hard before, I don't know what to call it now. It puckered up solid with aching spasms that make my pussy pulse.
"Again!" I beg.
He whacked my other breast, the leather kissing the very tip.
"Oh fuck, I like that," I moaned, writhing on the chair.
"You're so damn sexy," he growls.
He kneels by my head and stuffs his cock in my mouth. There's still a hint of me on it from making love to me on his bed.
As I eagerly suck on him, he whips my thighs. Moans escape around his wet cock from my slobbering lips. Justin growls his approval, throwing his head back. What I see on the TV is something hot enough to make most people cum.
He pulls out before he gets too close to the edge, standing up again and scrounging for another toy.
I don't know what he came back with. It looks like an egg on a string. He dips it in a puddle of lubricant by my backside and then holds it to my clit. There are buttons on the device at the other end of the chord coming from the egg. I hear him click a button and suddenly my clit is vibrating with ecstasy.
"Fuck, yes!"
"You like that?" he asks, his voice is pure thrill.
"Yes. Oh God yeah."
He moved it between my labia and I feel a slight pressure as he pushes it in me. Its vibrations struggle for a moment, and then become a muffled whir once it is completely in. He clicks another button and the intensity tripled.
My G-spot is howling—and so am I.
He's standing over me again, now looking more like my owner holding my dog leash. He has the control. He keeps tension on the cord, keeping the egg right on target.
I don't know who trained him, but I want to kiss that person.
He slows it down.
"What are you doing?" I snap. "Don't stop."
He spiked it up for only a second. "Is that what you want? Is that how you like it?" he teased.
"Yes!"
"Beg me. I love hearing you beg. Tell me to turn it up," he orders. His voice turns me on, the way he commands me.
"Turn it up, please! I am begging you. Turn it up, make me cum."
He clicked it back to full power. My entire pussy is humming. I see him reach for another item. There's a paddle in his hand. He releases my left ankle from the chair, hooking his finger into the metal clip so he could direct my leg. He raises it straight up and twists me over a bit. The vibrator in me is pushed right into my G-spot.
WHACK!
The paddle exploded on my ass.
"Oh fuck yeah!" I scream uncontrollably.
I fix my eyes on him. The wild thrill on his face demands that I cum.
WHACK!
Christ! My orgasm starts.
Justin sees it on my face before I say a word. He tosses the paddle and throws my leg down. Suddenly my clit is in his mouth, tongue swirling and sucking. His face slips around my oiled vulva and I'm exploding.
"Cumming!"
"Cumming!"
"Cumming!"
Fireworks explode between my legs, and the release is incredible. As I contract, Justin slowly tugs the egg. I'm trying to bare down while the egg is forcing me open and vibrating along my swollen, erupting G-spot.
My screams are incoherent. This is another of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced. It's all I can do not to hump his face right off target. My one free limb is kicking the chair in spasms. The circles of his tongue are tortuously sensitive until I'm finally recovering.
My screams become moans, and Justin pulls the egg completely out of me.
I need a moment to revel in the aftermath, but I'm not given the chance. I'm still trying to control my hips and catch my breath when Justin frees me from the restraints and lifts me from the chair. He carries me to one of the harnesses.
"Stand here," he demands. "Hold the chain if you need support."
I grab the chain tightly in my hand, watching Justin throw two straps around each leg, one just above the knees, and the other near the top of my thighs. He slides my elbows through two wide, padded loops and secures my wrists to a metal bar that ran across the top.
"Put your weight on to your elbows and wrists—like you're going to pull yourself up."
As soon as my weight came off my legs, Justin grabbed the straps at my knees, connecting them to metal hooks right under my elbow straps.
Is he really expecting me to hold myself up like this!
"Relax your arms!" he barked.
I did as he said—slowly—and I find that I'm suspended perfectly, as if on a swing. Of course, this swing has all my warrior parts hanging in the air as fully exposed as they can be.
Justin stands back and admires me. His face is almost smug, definitely self-absorbed with pride. He has me right where he wants me.
But that's only because it's right where I want him to have me!
Oh, that feels good.
"Touch me," I beg. "Please, I need to feel your hands on me."
He slides them down my chest from behind me, cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples. This time it's Justin that's getting worked up. His breath is heaving in bursts. The strength in his hands trembles while he works to control them.
He spins me back around and takes me by the hips. I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my vulva, sliding between my hot folds, and then he's in me. The sensation from the harness is much more than I expected. Justin's solid body is crashing into me, and he has to pull the chains back to keep me from floating away. When he moves slower, he's able to hold my face and kiss me and run his hands around my body.
Justin's orgasm begins. His cock slides in and out of my oiled pussy, making the chains rattle when we collide.
I forgot about the screen. When I find it, it's a rush of excitement. I can see us from the side. It's like watching some other couple fucking like animals. The muscles in his ass and back flex and ripple as he thrusts. His groans fill the room, and mine join him.
I watch us cum. The heat of the moment is incredible. Justin's orgasm hits first, twisting his face. Mine begins more subtly, but seeing him cum in a third person view makes me scream. What I see on the screen is a woman getting fucked right, a dominant male surrendering to his biggest weakness. I climax in a few short, but intense, spikes. Justin continues to thrust into me a bit longer, until he slows to a twitching, spent halt.
THERE'S BEEN SOMETHING DIFFERENT about Justin all morning, and I haven't been able to put my finger on exactly what it is. An air of overconfidence—cockiness, I think.
It's not bad, just different.
When he looks at me now, his eyes tease me. For some reason I blush each time I catch his eyes on me. I'm fumbling around like a schoolgirl.
Why the hell am I being so God damn nervous?
Ever the gentleman, he leads me to his shower as soon as I am ready. His bathroom is roughly the size of my living room, and it's beautiful. It's entirely Bardiglio Nuvolato marble, the floors, the walls, the stairs and base around a huge tub, even around what looks like a shower built for four. The devil red accents are back, matching the inside of the tub and both sink basins.