by Paige North
“I can do something different to you in very room in this house,” I tell her, my mind racing with ideas the moment I say it. I press my dick against her pelvis and she moves against it.
Her hand reaches around my waist to pull me harder into her. “So what room do you want to start in?”
“Let’s start upstairs,” I say, kissing her lips, “and work our way down.” I let my fingers trail over her curves to the top of her thigh. My fingers dig into her, wanting to take all of her right now. “Do you have the scarf with you? The Hermès?”
“In my purse,” she says, the glint in her eyes telling me she’s excited.
“Go get it.” When she brings it back to me I tell her to take off her coat and turn around. “Now,” I say as I tie her wrists behind her back, “you are mine tonight. Understood?” She says yes as I double knot the silk scarf. “I will take you through the house and enjoy one part of your body in each room.”
“So you’ll only touch one part of my body at a time?”
“Yes, and I will also decide when you’ve had enough.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes full of fire. “Don’t I get a safe word or something?”
“What do you know about safe words?” I say. I hold her bound wrists in my hand.
“I see movies,” she says. “I read books.”
“That better be all,” I tell her. “What’s your safe word?”
“Umm,” she says, thinking, and frankly it’s adorable. This girl has definitely never been in a situation to use a safe word in her life. “How about…kitten?”
I smile. “Fine, but I guarantee you won’t need it. Now, Ms. Gilmour. You want a tour of my home? You’ll get it my way. Shall we begin?”
I lead her upstairs. With her hands tied behind her back, her hips really sway as she climbs the stairs. I want to reach out and grab her round ass but rules are rules, even if they are my own.
I hold her wrists as she goes and steer her down the long hallway to the door at the end.
“Another flight of stairs?” she says.
“I said I’d touch you from top to bottom,” I say. “The top is the roof.”
I open the door onto the roof deck.
“God, it’s so pretty,” she says, taking in the view.
I lead her over to the railing, which overlooks the pool. Behind us, high up in the hills, is the Hollywood sign.
I let Addison lean back against the railing. “Are you cold?” I ask.
“A little,” she says.
I take her face in both hands. “You feel warm,” I say. I run my thumbs across her cheeks as her lips part in anticipation.
At first, I kiss her gently, holding her lips on mine while stroking her face. I lick across her bottom lip and kiss her again. I open my mouth and she eagerly does the same, but when her tongue reaches for mine I hold back.
She pushes her face into mine, her tongue searching, but still I hold back. When we pull apart, Addison is practically whimpering. I push her back against the railing, her face still in my hands, and caress her plump lower lip with my thumb.
I tug on that lip and she opens up her pink little mouth to me, taking my thumb between her lips and pulling it into her mouth. She sucks my thumb like she sucks my cock. I push my thumb in deeper, watching her lips as her eyes stay focused on me. My dick is straining so hard I’m not sure how long this little tour will last.
When take my thumb out of her sweet mouth I kiss her, letting our tongues skate across one another. We each try to go deeper, take more of one another in until we can barely breathe. When I’m sure my dick is going to burst through my pants, I stop. Addison’s mouth is red, her lips swollen, overworked. I have a lot more of her I plan to take before I end this little game, so I decide to keep things moving.
Next I lead her back inside. As we enter the screening room, Sheldon has set up the movie for me—it’s rolling, the moving images and colors casting a certain sexy light through the room.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “We’re not here to watch the movie. Stand here.” I don’t even let her sit. I lean her back against the wall in the back of the room so that she’s facing the screen. The movie is a sexy thriller, and she can watch the actors get it on while I move a little lower on her body and take over her luscious tits.
She moves to kiss me but I pull back. “No, no, now. One body part at a time.”
She pouts. “But you already kissed my mouth. I want more.”
“You’ll get more,” I say.
I take in her tits with my eyes first, really staring at them with no shame or hesitation. They are such perfection, so full and round, her cleavage bursting and tight. My dick would love to pump through that channel right there.
I pull her dress from the shoulders down to her elbows. As nice as the black lace bra is beneath, I don’t want to waste my time with it. Thankfully it’s a front hook, and when I unclasp it I let it fall behind her, to her bound hands.
Seeing her full naked tits displayed in front of me makes me want to come in my pants.
Addison is arching her back slightly. She’s trying to push her tits to me, as if she’s offering them up to me, which is so fucking hot. I try to remember to fuck these tits later but there are still a million things I want to do to her body. I might need her to stay the entire weekend to get through it all.
Her rosy nipples are hard and eager, and even though I want to just suck them in my mouth, teasing her is a lot of fun. I let my finger graze across her nipple, just the slightest feather of a touch.
She sucks in her breath.
The way she’s moving her body in slow, incremental movements shows how impatient she’s getting. Her mouth hangs open as her breathing slows, her tits rising and falling, and I picture my thumb back in there, or my tongue or, Jesus, my dick. What was I thinking, starting this game with her? It’s as torturous for me as it is for her. But I’ve never quit, not once in my life, I don’t intend to start with Addison. So I brush her other nipple, and watch her suck her breath in again. Her eyes fall shut.
I flick her nipple with my finger. Her eyes fly open.
“Did that hurt?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes.”
So I flick her other nipple, my finger just brushing the hard flesh. Addison lets out a cry, pushing her tits out to me again. The images from the screen behind me cast blue and gray light over her, making her look as if she’s in my dreams.
I lean over and spread my tongue flat over her tit, licking over her nipple. I lap at it again and again before finally closing my lips around it and sucking her. I flick her nipple with my tongue as Addison urges me, pumping her chest into my face, her heavy breathing the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I continue on, ravishing her other breast, one in my hand and one in my mouth. I’m licking and sucking and massaging her, going faster and more urgently with every passing second. My dick is begging for something more, almost painfully rigid in my pants but I won’t stop. I make sure I give each of Addison’s tits equal treatment, rolling one nipple in my fingers while sucking at the other, then back again. She fucking loves it.
I pull back from her abruptly. We stare each other down, panting. I run my hand over the front of my pants, feeling the rock of my straining dick.
“Cheater,” Addison says. She may be right, but I need just the slightest relief.
“Come on,” I say, taking her bound arm. “Next room.”
“Are you going to make me walk like this?” she asks, referring to her naked torso.
“Yes,” I say. “You’re too amazing to cover up.”
“As long as Sheldon is lurking around.”
“He knows how to stay out of sight,” I assure her.
“So where to next?”
“Massage room.”
“Is this a house or a hotel?”
I haven’t used this space much, actually. I don’t have much time for such luxuri
es, even when the masseuse comes to me. But it came with the house, and I didn’t want to be bothered with changing it.
I lead her into the small space, lit with candles and fresh linens on the massage table. I begin to untie Addison’s wrists.
“You’re letting me go?” she asks.
“No,” I say. “Repositioning you. Go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes.”
She eyes me. “All of them?”
“Everything.”
I watch as she slowly pushes down the rest of her dress over her smooth, full hips that my hand is so eager to caress. She kicks the dress off to the side.
I take her body in as I say, “Everything.” She knows she’s being bad, leaving her panties on, and I love it. She’s teasing me, getting me back a little.
She hooks her thumbs into the sides and slowly lowers them to the floor. When she’s standing again, her body like a goddess before me, I let out a moan that I simply can’t hold back. I move to the other side of the table.
“Up you go,” I say. “And bring your tie.”
She bends down and picks up the scarf. I watch her carefully, thinking of all the ways I want to touch that body.
When she gets up on the table I instruct her to lie on her back and raise her hands above her head. I tie her wrists to the top of the table, her body laid out long and glorious before me. I take her all in, letting my eyes rove down her body, over her curves and smooth skin that thrills me at the lightest touch.
I don’t even have to think about where I’m going on her next.
I let my hand hover over her tits, laid out so beautifully as she’s on her back with her arms above her head, then I slowly move down her body like a magician who’s about to make her levitate. The way her stomach sucks in when I move over her, her legs slowly twisting in anticipation, is hot as hell.
My hand is just over her pussy, neatly shaven (waxed?). I’m a half an inch from touching her. Her hips roll up, eager for my fingers. I slip my finger down over the length of her pussy, the heat and wetness of her coating my finger. Addison’s eyes are closed, her whole body is slowly writhing and when I slip my finger up her cunt she sucks in a breath.
“God, Rex,” she moans.
I pump her with my finger then come out and circle the hard nub of her clit. I watch as my finger disappears back into her channel, pumping her a few times, running my finger down her slick walls, swollen with lust and want. Addison is panting, her moans getting louder as I work her, adding another finger into her cunt. Watching her, watching my own fingers get soaked in her cunt is making me more desperate, wondering how much longer I can hold off.
How will I ever last once I finally fuck her? I’ll probably come all over her the moment her hand is on my dick.
“If I could touch you,” Addison says, her face heavy as she watches me, “I’d take your dick in my hand. I’d jack you off just as you get me off.”
I take my fingers out of her. She lets out a little whimper.
“No…”
“Open your thighs more,” I say. “Let me really see you.”
Addison looks down at me as I make my request. I take her thighs—my fingers on the one hand soaked in her juices—and spread them apart. She lets her knees fall out to the side and I get the incredible full view of her pussy, all pink and slick. She knows what I'm going to do to her now and it’s making her crazy. She looks like she could come right now. But I want her to come on my mouth.
I slip my fingers back into her, which lets out a fresh wave of moans from her.
“I’ve never seen a pussy so wet in my life,” I say as I work my two fingers up her tight little cunt that I love so much. “You’re fucking soaked, Addison. You’ve got the wettest, pinkest, tightest pussy I’ve never had. I love fucking your pussy. I love fucking it with my fingers.” I pump her harder, go deeper inside her. “I love fucking it with my mouth. And I can’t wait to fuck it with my dick.” She’s urging her hips up onto my hand with every thrust I give her. “Which do you like most? My finger, mouth or dick?”
“All…all of them,” she pants.
“What do you want next?”
“Your…mouth.”
“Good girl,” I say.
I pull her thighs apart even more, making sure I can see all of her. I bend over and kiss the insides of her thigh, taking in the heady scent of her, sweet and full. I bite at her flesh and lick her right to the edge of her sex. As I kiss her flesh I keep my eyes on that pussy, my dick begging to be inside her but my tongue will have to do for now. I could eat her all day she’s so sweet and loves it so much. There is no denying that Addison is the sexiest woman I have ever met. But I make her wait a little longer so that I can kiss the inside of her other thigh, working my way back up to the edge of her ripe pussy.
“Please,” I hear her say. Her body is wiggling and she’s straining at the ties on her wrists, trying to move her body—her pussy—down closer to my mouth.
“Please what?” I say, and before she can answer I lick up the length of her cunt, getting a good taste of her. She gasps. I work my tongue over her hard clit, which must be throbbing as much as my dick is. I work her over, practically burying my face between her thighs, lapping at her, tasting her, listening to the appreciative whimpers and moans above me. I fuck her hole with my tongue, feeling up inside her, knowing my dick is going to be up there soon if only I can hold out a little longer. My dick is fully in pain now, straining against my pants like a caged tiger trying to get out.
“I want to fuck you right here,” I say. “You want me to fuck you right now? Do you want my dick inside you?”
“Yes,” she begs.
“No,” I say, and I know it’s cruel. It’s also hot as fuck. I put my mouth back on her, sucking her clit, really pulling it between my teeth and working it with my tongue as my fingers plow into her pussy. It doesn’t take long for my overeager moves to really push her. I know she’s going to come soon, I know it before she says the words to me like a warning and a pleading all at once. And when she does come, she comes hard. I can feel the pumping and constricting of her cunt squeezing around my fingers, her clit twitching in my mouth. She cries out long and low, hips bucking, until she finally crashes to a halt.
When I finally look up her head has dropped to the side, her face in buried in her arm raised above her head. I wipe my fingers and mouth and know I can’t wait much longer. It’ll be a miracle if I can even get her out of this room without fucking her. It’ll be a miracle if she has the strength to move.
I move to the top of the massage table.
“Addison?” I say softly, as if gently waking her from a nap.
“Mmm…?”
I lean on the table, looking down at her. Her cheeks are flushed a gorgeous, healthy pink, her face is practically glowing, and she has a relaxed, content look on her face. “Do you think you can walk?” She nods her head as a sweet little smile comes across her lips. I untie her wrists and help her up. It’s some goddamn amazing feat that I’ve lasted this long. Now, I don’t intend to wait much longer.
ADDISON
I ’m wrapped in a terry cloth robe as Rex leads me through the halls of his house. I am completely soaked between my thighs. It’s uncomfortable but also makes me feel pretty damn sexy.
He has released me from the silk tie at my wrists—to my surprise I had actually really liked it, the feeling of having him be in such control of my body, the eagerness of wanting to touch him made me feel even hotter. But I don’t think I could take it much more because I need to touch him. My hands are as eager as the rest of my body to have more of him. He holds my hand as he guides me through the maze of his house, and I squeeze back a little tighter than necessary.
Just as I liked the wrist ties in the beginning but now want more freedom, I’m also happy to see that Rex leads us into his bedroom where I’ve been once before.
“Want me back on your home turf?” I ask.
“I always want you here, Addison” he says. “If it we
re up to me you’d never leave.”
Hearing him say that pulls at my heart in a way it never has before. I know he’s joking around, but he says it so seriously. Wanting me around is in such contrast to the way I grew up. The man and woman who raised me didn’t want me there. They couldn’t wait until I turned eighteen and I was out of their house. I couldn’t wait to leave either, be sure of that, but the feeling of not being wanted in the place you call home is nothing short of devastating.
So the fact that Rex tells me he wants me here for always—whatever the reason—gives me a new feeling of acceptance. And damn it’s nice to feel accepted.
It’s also really nice to feel wanted. And I know that Rex wants me now as much as I want him.
The bed has already been turned down—that Sheldon, always making sure things are done before you even know you need it. I wonder briefly if Rex ever has to do anything as mundane as make the bed or change the sheets.
He takes my face in his hands and holds me for a moment. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, drinking each other in. It’s intense, this feeling of having already been so exposed to him in one way, and yet in this way I feel an even deeper connection to him.
We’re both feeling the same strong feelings, but I think neither of us is ready to say too much.
He may tell me he wants me to stay here with him, but he still hasn’t told me much about his family. I know they’ve hurt him the same as mine has, just in different ways. As he holds me so gently and looks at me so intensely, I start to wonder if this is love that’s happening.
“Addison, I…” he begins. I wait, I wonder, what is he going to say? “I…I’m so glad you came out with me tonight.”
“It was definitely the best date I’ve ever been on,” I tell him, because of course. How could all that—a helicopter ride to dinner on Catalina Island and Hollywood Bowl for a private concert—ever top a date from some actor guy I met at an audition? I don’t know where this thing with Rex is going, but I’m resigned to the fact that tonight, at least, just may be the greatest date I’ll ever go on in my entire life.