The scrap of lace came within view and Lily pulled it out, sighing as she realized the expensive item was not re-wearable.
Lily pulled her mask off her face and sat down in one of the comfy chairs. The air conditioner was off and so sitting naked in the chair was not overly uncomfortable.
She needed to think this through.
What if Andrew had overheard her plans to come out here, and decided to use the opportunity to start an affair? It made a strange, male sort of logical sense.
Besides, if he did try to do something stupid, she could simply lodge a complaint with her bosses and find another position. It might put her career behind by a few months, even a year, but it wouldn’t signify the end of her life.
Lily felt an evil smile cross her face.
Maybe she should turn the tables on her lover.
Renewed with energy, Lily hunted around the hotel room. Armed with two silk ties and a sleeping facemask the hotel had obviously provided, she returned to the king-sized bed.
So Andrew thought he could play with her, did he? Let’s see how he enjoyed her playing with him.
Chapter Eight
Andrew awoke to the most delicious sensations. Warm hands traced his chest, playing with his nipples and tugging gently, erotically, on his chest hair. Warm breath caressed his iron-hard cock, ruffling his pubic hair and making him ache to feel the wet heat of a woman’s mouth close around his aching shaft.
Smiling lazily, he opened his eyes, only to feel his lashes rub against the rough yet silky feel of a sleeping mask. Frowning, he tried to sit up, only to feel thin, silken bonds restraining his wrists.
“What the hell—”
A feminine snicker caught his attention and he recalled the previous night’s intense lovemaking.
“Lily,” he groaned, “what the hell are you doing?”
“Well, Andrew, in case it’s not blindingly obvious,” she snickered again at her pun, “I thought it time to take control of our sex games.”
Leaning over him, she took one of his nipples in her mouth. Rising up, he arched his back, completely stunned by the electric feelings coursing through his body.
“Shit, woman! Don’t do that!”
“But why not?” she murmured against his chest, laving his nipple with her tongue. The air conditioner had obviously turned itself back on first thing in the morning, making the air chilly. Lily took advantage of the cool air to help make his nipple stand erectly to attention, her warm breath teasing him with how achingly hot her mouth could be. Andrew tugged at his restraints, unable to believe how erotic her ministrations felt.
“Because…” he mumbled, trying to order his scattered wits, “because…I don’t know, shouldn’t it be me teasing you in the restraints? I never realized you had dominatrix fantasies.”
“Ahh,” his vixen purred, “I thought you happened to meet me at Susy’s party. I thought we happened to meet by chance. I didn’t realize you were Andrew from work, the company’s genius and secret weapon, the manager who happened to be in the cafeteria most times I took my lunch break.”
Andrew felt his body temperature rise. He couldn’t see shit and, with his sight gone, all his senses were heightened. Every breath she puffed over his body sent his blood pumping; every touch of her hair draped over his skin, every caress from her hands, her arms, her legs, every skin-on-skin contact drove him madder. Was it possible to expire from overstimulation?
Desperately, he urged his brain to come up with some plausible explanation. With Lily touching his skin, setting his senses on fire and teasing him as he lay helpless, he didn’t have a hope in hell.
“I overheard you talking to Darla about Susy’s masquerade party and taking this time off. I’ve been meaning for months to approach you but either you were snowed under with work or I was heading out of state on business.”
Panting, Andrew tried to understand what the hell was going on. Lily was fondling his balls, weighing them in her hands and gently manipulating them, toying with them and driving him insane.
“Lily! Let me free. I can pleasure you and we can talk about this. How can you be mad after the ecstasy we shared?”
“Oh, I’m not mad, Andrew, just…curious.”
“About what?” he panted, hoping like hell something would turn in his favor.
“I’m curious what this will do to your body.”
Andrew arched up, crying out in pleasure, a guttural, incoherent sound of pleasure as she took his red-hot tip into her mouth, sucking hard on him.
With a wet pop sound, she pulled her mouth away, ignoring his moan of disapproval. “Or maybe curiosity about how men react to this…”
Lily tasted and teased, touched and probed him. Andrew began to burn with desire and the ache to possess her. She touched him intimately, taught herself his every crease and hidden spot. She found his sensitive flesh between his balls and anus, found his ticklish spots on his side, just underneath his ribs. Her warm fingers explored him all over. She murmured to him, talking about how interesting she found his body, how his reactions to her explorations turned her on and how excited and damp she became as he reacted to her.
She drove him mad with desire.
Andrew promised himself as soon as he were free he would bind and gag her, so her soft, femininely husky voice couldn’t drive him mad any longer. So her sweet words wouldn’t drive his lust even hotter.
He would bind her to his bed and keep her there a year or so until he had sated himself.
“And now,” she purred, unknowing of his raging lust and simmering frustrations, “I think I’m ready for a ride.”
Earlier, when he still had been sleeping peacefully, she had sheathed him in a condom. She had enjoyed rolling it over his thick length with her mouth, encasing him in the latex but, more importantly, her heated, damp mouth. When he had realized he was wearing a rubber, he had thought she would put him out of his misery quickly and sate both their rising lusts. But she had proved him wrong, teasing him and taunting him verbally and with her delicate hands.
He cried out as he felt her straddle his waist, felt her damp slit press into his stomach. Her hands had begun to toy with his nipples again. Never had he realized just how sensitive a man’s nipples could prove to be. Who would have guessed? He bit his lip, tasted the blood that flowed from the tiny cut. He had spent ages begging her, now he refused to beg any more. He would rather go insane with the unrequited lust.
He did, however, groan as she lowered herself along his thick, incredibly engorged shaft. He held on to his control by the thinnest of threads. He was so hot, so primed to explode, he knew the merest friction would send him spilling himself like a seventeen-year-old youth, a horny teenager with the least amount of experience. Andrew refused to disgrace himself, even if he had been provoked so badly.
Yet as Lily raised and lowered herself, he felt his control unravel.
“Faster,” he panted, canting his hips and bucking her. “Move faster, Lily, or this will be over before you’ve even begun.”
“My,” she panted, her voice betraying her own excitement, “impatient, aren’t we?”
“Not impatient, love,” he bit out, desperately holding onto his control, forcing himself not to come this instant, “practical. There’s only so far you can push a man before he explodes and I’m mighty close to the point.”
“Well then, we best see what we can do to help you.”
With that, Lily began thrusting herself upon him in fierce, forceful strokes. The delicious sensations had them both moaning, both enjoying the sensitive friction between their flesh.
With a cry, he felt Lily begin to milk him, her contractions allowing him to finally release himself. He desperately wished he could hold her hips still while he thrust himself up into her, faster and more forcefully. Instead, he had to hold on to the headboard, digging his fingers into the wrought iron lacework, until he felt sure either it or he would break. Yet he didn’t care; the pain helped him to concentrate, to focus. Lily held onto h
is shoulders, bracing herself as he thrust himself deep inside her pussy. He shouted out, finally letting himself convulse and heave, pressing his cock as deeply inside her as he could possibly fit.
Andrew panted, tried to catch his breath as Lily fell down on his warm chest.
“That was certainly interesting. Are you going to release me now or am I playing captive slave a while longer?”
Chapter Nine
Lily blinked and nuzzled her head into the warmth of Andrew’s chest. Had she really tied this man to his own bed and had her wicked way with him? Such stuff usually only resided in her fantasies, not her reality.
Wearily lifting her head, she visually confirmed that yes, she did have a stud from work tied with his own silk ties to the hotel bed. He had a mask covering his eyes and beads of sweat running down the side of his face. His arm muscles seemed to twitch with the force of his earlier release.
Mmm…this hunk was definitely a superior specimen of masculinity, certain to make her drool.
The question was, should she release him?
Why not? one side of her debated. You took charge of him once. You can do it again.
Sure, except for the fact he was asleep and tied up when we took charge of him, the other side of her mind insisted.
“Well?” Andrew drawled, seemingly in no hurry either way.
Hesitantly, Lily sat up and leaned over him. She fumbled a bit with the knots; they had been pulled exceedingly tight during the course of their passion. Finally, one broken nail later, she managed to release both his wrists.
Sitting back, poised to flee, she watched him lift his own hands, shake some feeling into them and remove his mask.
Dark brown eyes clashed with her own lighter brown ones.
“Do you think we’ll know how to do it without one of us masked?”
Lily smiled, relieved he was taking this so well. Her body relaxed. So it took her completely by surprise when he pounced across the bed and pinned her down, spread-eagle, on the enormous mattress.
“What the…? You sneak!”
Andrew laughed, feeding her fury. “Look on the bright side, darling, I have no intention of tying you down or blindfolding you, much as I fantasized about it while you had me trussed up like a turkey.”
Lily pouted. “I just felt a need for some revenge. I felt deceived when I realized you had known who I was all along and I had no idea who you were.”
“Don’t worry, honey, as of now the slate is blank. You’ve had your revenge and I had my seduction. We’re starting out even now.”
Lily laughed huskily, “Oh, a clean slate. Well, that sounds incredibly interesting. So you won’t retaliate if I touch you here.” Lily lowered her hand and gently scraped one nail along his hairy sac. Andrew uttered a sound somewhere between a groan and a girlish shriek.
“Uh…”
Lily chortled, and continued to massage the sensitive flesh underneath his hugely upstanding erection through the ultra-thin latex. Touching him as much as possible, she removed the condom, sliding across the bed to wrap it in some tissues and pass him a few to clean himself up.
Dropping the used condom in the wastebasket, she came back next to him on the bed feeling much better and in control of herself and her emotions.
“So you won’t retaliate if I lean over and do this,” she murmured as she placed herself over his hips and lowered her head to lave and nibble the skin under his scrotum.
Between one breath and the next, Lily found herself roughly turned over onto her back and pinned by two large, powerful, hairy arms.
“No, darling,” he purred, “I won’t retaliate. I’ll simply reciprocate the torture.”
So saying, he lowered his head, his heated breath causing her nipples to come to painful arousal and he teased, nibbled and taunted her hot flesh with his teeth and tongue. Lily found herself moaning, twisting in his embrace and enjoying their erotic play.
Refusing to simply lie back and let him do all the work, she found a few of his sensitive spots and they both enjoyed teasing and taunting each other.
Dawn crept over the horizon, beautiful in its brilliant colors, welcoming the new day to one and all. But Lily and Andrew were far too occupied to even notice the brilliance of the new day.
Chapter Ten
Ah yes. A new day, a new set of perfect lovers. Nothing like setting up a matched pair and these two certainly know how to set the sheets alight! It does my old soul proud to see such— Hang on a minute! Why is Mr. Highwayman, our resident Romeo, crawling out of bed? Pacing up and down like a nervous mother hen?
Hmm…seems our dear boy has a few qualms. I do wonder what is going on in that oddly masculine head of his. I do understand how some of the less magnificent examples of the masculine breed can second-guess themselves into a pit but I had hoped Our Esteemed Highwayman wasn’t one of these.
Oh well, let’s hope I can get his attention and help out our dear old Lily with whatever maggot has entered his mind…
* * * * *
When Andrew woke up for the second time that morning, he could feel the mandatory post-sexual-romp aches and pains in his body. They were a delicious ache and a good long soak in the tub would certainly ease them. He tightened his hold on Lily, still sleeping soundly next to him. Everything had just seemed to click into place, fall into his open palm like a perfect ripe plum.
Andrew frowned.
He didn’t want to borrow trouble but surely everything had clicked into place a little too easily.
Being extra careful not to wake up Lily, he crawled out of bed. How was it Lily didn’t get upset when she realized his identity? Why didn’t she enact the usual female scene of tears and recriminations? He certainly felt grateful none of those had occurred but why did everything seem to move so smoothly?
Pacing up and down the room, feeling rather stupid, Andrew headed toward the bathroom. A shower would clear his head and everything would be fine. He could wait for the luxurious bath until after Lily had woken up, and maybe even until after breakfast or lunch, seeing as the morning was now mostly over.
As he headed toward the bathroom, Andrew noticed a glint of blue light. The morning sun reflected from one of the beads on Lily’s beautiful, satin mask. It lay on the floor, probably where she had dropped it when she had awakened so early in the morning.
It was a gorgeous old thing. He bent down to pick it up, not wanting to step on it later by accident and ruin the silky satin and exquisite beadwork.
As his hand closed over it, Andrew thought he felt a jolt of electricity flow through him. Blinking, he wondered at his imagination. He mustn’t have had as much sleep as he thought. Looking at the old mask, he smiled at the fool notion that popped into his head.
Why not try it on? his brain urged. Mentally shrugging, he brought the delicate mask up to his face, and placed it firmly over his own features.
The faint electric pulse he had felt when picking it up returned again. Instead of seeing the rest of the hotel room, as he had anticipated, Andrew saw flashes of the night before.
Lily underneath him, open to him, stretching upwards, embracing him, taking all of him inside her wet warmth. Andrew felt his breath hitch as the scene melded and became later on, as she had straddled him. She looked glorious, riding him hard, panting and taking all of him as he lay beneath her, bound and blindfolded.
Andrew felt his blood pressure rise as scene after erotic scene flashed before him. He couldn’t understand exactly how it worked, but he seemed to not only view the incredibly erotic scenes, but he felt his own reactions simultaneously feeling what Lily felt.
On and on the erotic snapshots flashed before his eyes, showing him and Lily locked in almost every erotic embrace imaginable. Strangely enough, he saw both erotic acts they had performed and also acts they had not performed. Each picture, however, melded into a mural of mouthwateringly erotic acts.
Side by side, one on top of the other, backwards, standing, over and over the scenes of him and Lily so intimately ent
wined flashed before him. The visuals were so erotic, so decadent, they made him bone-hard with the need to create these scenes in the flesh instead of just in his imagination.
Just as he was about to remove the mask, he heard Lily sitting up in the big bed.
“Why are you wearing my mask, Andrew?”
He whipped the mask off, stunned by the visions of the last few minutes.
“Uh, just looking.”
Lily frowned. Andrew felt surprised to see her pull the comforter up over herself, covering herself from the neck down.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, each one thinking their own thoughts.
Lily broke the heavy silence first. “Where do we go from here?” she asked him softly.
Andrew smiled. He knew how women liked to hear positives and affirmations the morning after fantastic sex. Even better, he knew he could truthfully give them to her. He wanted Lily to be a part of his life; he just wanted to start with small steps. No need to rush into anything.
“Well, I was thinking about taking a bath together, resting up all those aching muscles. And then we can order in some breakfast and spend the day indoors. You have a week, right?” He smiled at her confirming nod, continuing jovially. “Well, I have the next two days off before I have to return to work, so I thought we could make the best of them.”
Lily’s frown deepened and Andrew felt himself sweat a bit. What else could she possibly be asking?
“I meant, after we leave New Orleans. When we return back home.”
“Oh.” He breathed a sigh of relief. If that was all she fretted over then maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about. “I assumed we’d continue our affair. See each other outside of work, on weekends maybe…” he trailed off when his words sounded lame, even to his own ears.
Lily nodded. “Baby steps, huh? We share fantastic sex and I get to mold myself into your life. You keep your cushy job, while I get to hang around and wait until you return from another trip and we can fuck again.”
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