Bound to Ecstasy
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“Anyway, Liddy. Even if Mary weren’t the one person in the whole world who I regret knows my secret about the picture, I wouldn’t want to talk to her. I haven’t spoken to her in at least ten years.”
“I know, but hey, it may not be as bad as you think.”
“Oh, yes it will. Crap, I made one mistake as a nineteen-year-old that I’m apparently not going to be allowed to forget, thanks to Mary. I wouldn’t care so much if it were just her, but this secret could affect Logan’s career as well as mine. And you know, I’d never thought of what I’d done as a mistake and I’ve never regretted it. Until now. What the heck am I going to do, Liddy?”
“It sounds to me that you already know what you need to do. And you need to tell Logan. So what you posed for a lousy picture? He won’t care. He’s a good guy. Give him a chance.”
“I know, I know. But what do you think Mr. Carter would say?”
“What?” Liddy’s voice was shocked. “Who gives a flying fig about what Mr. C would say? He’s got nothing to do with this. It’s none of his business.”
“It’s too bad that other people’s opinions have to count so much,” Chloe said resentfully. “It really shouldn’t matter. I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my body; I didn’t commit a crime. It’s nobody’s business what I did with my body. It is so unfair that I should even have a dilemma here. Why should it matter to other people at all? Why should they care what I did before I met Logan, or even what I do while I’m married to him?”
“Look here, Chloe,” Liddy interrupted her tirade. “You need to calm down. You’re imagining things that may not even happen. Just call that evil heifer back and see what she wants. And remember, no matter what, I’ve got your back.”
“You’ve always had it, Liddy,” Chloe reminded her with a soft, grateful smile. “Thanks. I appreciate you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, go handle your business.”
Chloe hung up with Liddy and stared into space. She tried to imagine what Logan’s boss would say if he ever found out and she groaned out loud. She covered her mouth with her hand in dismay. “Oh, God, Logan. I’m so sorry. You married me and you don’t know all the details. What am I going to do?” Mr. Carter was such a traditionalist and such a stickler for proper behavior that she was sure Logan wouldn’t get the presidency if the old man ever found out about the picture.
It was that thought that made her pick up the phone and dial. She waited for her call to be answered and smiled when the familiar voice sounded. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, Sweet Pea. How’s my favorite girl today?”
“‘Favorite girl,’ my foot,” Chloe teased. “I happen to know that it’s that old mutt Ginger that you love best.”
“Well, she does keep me company every day and she brings me my slippers. What have you done for me lately?”
Chloe’s laugh was startled. “Dad!”
Robert Johnson grunted. “You started it.”
Chloe laughed again. “I guess I did at that.” For as long as she could remember her father had been this way: dry-witted and no nonsense. The only parent she’d ever known, he never failed to make her smile. “Anyway, what’s up?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one who called.”
“I’m just calling to see how your day is going, that’s all.” Chloe stalled and chose not to remind him that he’d left her a message. “How are the plans for your trip coming?” He and two of his retired, widowed friends were planning a six-week trip through the capitals of Europe.
“Fine, just fine. My passport is current, I’ve got a clean bill of health from the doctor, the kennel is ready to board Ginger, and you and that husband of yours agreed to check on the house every once in a while. So, I’m good to go.”
“Good, but I told you that Logan and I would take Ginger. It wouldn’t be a problem at all.”
“No, no. I don’t want to trouble you two. Besides, your house is too new and too big. Ginger wouldn’t know what to do with herself, especially when the two of you are at work. You’re away from home too much.”
“I only work a few hours a day, Daddy. I’m home most of the morning and you know that. What’s the real reason you don’t want me to keep Ginger?”
“Look here, little girl. Don’t pester me about it. You’re not keeping Ginger, and that’s final. Besides, have you even talked to your husband about it?”
“No, but I’m sure Logan wouldn’t mind.”
“You can’t be sure of that, Sweet Pea. Listen, you’re so used to being by yourself and doing whatever you want. It can’t be that way anymore. You’re married now. You can’t make decisions like this without discussing them with him.”
Chloe was surprised. Her father was right. “You’re right, Dad. I didn’t even think about asking Logan before telling you I’d take Ginger. I guess I’d better.”
“Don’t bother. You’re newly married. Spend some time together alone. The last thing you need is some rowdy dog running around, tearing up stuff. Aside from that, she’s got horrible dog breath.”
Chuckling some more, Chloe shook her head. “All right, Daddy. Have it your way.” She fiddled with the phone cord. “Uh, tell me about your friends. Are they all set to go?”
“Roscoe and Charlie are grown men. If they ain’t ready, that’s their problem. I know I’m ready. They paid their money just like I did. If they want to waste it by not being prepared, it’s their business.”
“That’s my dad—always concerned for others.”
“Um-hm. And now that we’ve talked about everything under the sun, are you ready to tell me what you really called about? What’s going on, baby girl?”
“Oh, Dad. You know me all too well.”
“Yes, I do. Start talking.”
“Do you remember Mary Tanner from college?”
“That loose gal who used you and talked you into doing things you had no business doing? That Mary Tanner? Chloe, I could never forget that child.”
Chloe sighed. “She didn’t talk me into anything, Dad. I’ve told you before that it was my idea.”
“Anyway,” he said in a tone that said he still wasn’t convinced that what she said was true. “What about that harlot?”
Chloe’s eyes widened and she tried not to laugh. “Dad!” His silence told her that he wasn’t going to waste time defending his word choice, so she continued. “I haven’t seen or talked to her in years, but she saw my show and tracked me down here at the station. She’s left messages.”
“Damn. What did she want?”
“Dad! You cursed.”
“You’ve heard me curse before, Chloe Anne Johnson, most recently Carnegie. Stop stalling and tell me what she wanted. Does it have anything to do with that stunt you pulled a long time ago?”
“She didn’t exactly say, but she asked me to call her back.”
“Are you going to?”
“I don’t want to, Dad, but I feel like I have to.”
“I don’t think you should call her. I think you need to tell Logan what happened, but I’ve been telling you that since you found out that his boss is so conservative.”
“Now you sound like Liddy. It didn’t even occur to me to tell him at first, because I didn’t think it was a big deal. But now that I know other people might…”
“Well, now it is a big deal—a huge one. You’d better tell him before he finds out some other way. I’m sure the actual act won’t bother him, but what might bother him is that you were scared to tell him. And while you’re at it, you might want to tell your boss, too.”
Chloe’s heart pounded frantically and she felt a trickle of sweat slide between her shoulder blades. She knew her next words would make her sound like a daddy’s girl, which she was, but she couldn’t help it. She whined them anyway: “But, Daddy, I don’t want to.”
5
Logan let himself into their new home. He was dead tired. He took off his coat and hung it on the antique wooden coatrack Chloe had found on one of her many shopping
excursions. He yawned and put his briefcase down. He knew it was late, but he’d had a shitload of work to catch up on because he’d been out of town. He looked at his watch. It was after ten and he still had more work to do.
He guessed that Chloe would have eaten dinner and would be asleep by now. She liked to go to bed early and sleep late. He pictured her cozy, warm, and naked underneath the covers. She preferred to sleep in the buff.
His stomach growled and he was faced with the dilemma of going to the kitchen to satisfy his hunger or going upstairs to satisfy a hunger of another kind. Again, he pictured Chloe naked and welcoming, her body sleepily opening to him, and it was an easy choice. He turned toward the stately staircase that lead up to the second floor and to his wife, and spotted a piece of paper hanging from the newel post of the staircase. He walked closer. The paper was held in place by an apple, which he promptly grabbed and bit into.
He glanced down at the paper and slowly stopped chewing. The back of a bent neck—dark, delicate and smooth-looking with glossy, soft, black hair ending in a vee right at the bend—was showcased. The perfect picture of vulnerability and submission. He wanted a taste. A caption underneath read Take Me, I’m Yours. The piece of apple lodged in his throat from lack of saliva. His mouth had gone completely dry. He looked farther down on the paper and saw an arrow pointing upward, so he started walking up the stairs. In his haste he was actually jogging. On the tenth step, the sound of paper crunching beneath his foot reached his ears and he looked down.
It was another picture. Beautiful, full, sensual lips puckered around a slender, tapered finger. Chloe’s lips. Chloe’s finger. The apple was forgotten as it fell to the floor. He read the caption: Come get a taste. Heart pounding with a new surge of adrenaline, Logan rushed to the top of the staircase. And stopped dead in his tracks. All he could do was stare. Pebble-hard, dark nipples peeked at him from behind frothy, sheer black material. His dick began to pulse and keep time with the beat of his heart. His breath caught in the back of his throat as he continued to stare and automatically, he started undoing his tie. “Jesus,” he muttered, completely unable to look away.
He made his eyes travel to the bottom of the page. Wanna play peekaboo? The obvious answer was “yes” and Logan wasted no time going to their bedroom. He took off his suit coat and let it drop to the floor, stepping on it as he rushed. The buttons to his shirt were carelessly ripped out of their moorings to go flying every which way in the hall. He could not be controlled. The door to their bedroom was only a few feet away and he rushed toward it, only to be denied entrance. It was closed. There was another picture posted.
The sexual frustration rolled off him in waves and he almost ignored the last picture. It didn’t matter to him what was featured in the picture—it could be her damn toenail—he didn’t need to see anything else. If he got any harder, he’d be in pain. But he couldn’t help it, he looked. His eyes narrowed and he stepped closer. A glimpse of the hem of the same frothy black material from the other picture; clean-shaven, plump labia nestled between smooth brown thighs. There was no caption.
Before he realized it, Logan’s hand had gone to the zipper of his pants. His cock sprang free, and as he continued to stare at the picture, his fingers began to stroke. Chloe was not usually clean-shaven, but he knew it was her because he recognized the small birthmark tattooed on her soft inner thigh. He growled low in his throat.
“Logan?”
Her voice was soft, seductive, and expectant. Logan opened the door. The room was dark except for a soft light that shone from the bed area. The bed was huge, custom made to be larger than even a king-sized one. It rested on a platform and was piled high with pillows, while purple and blue silks hung freely from the four posters. In the center of it all, a naked Chloe looked like the prized, pampered concubine in a sultan’s harem. Logan strode over and stepped onto the platform.
Her eyes traveled over him and widened in surprise when she saw his exposed balls and penis. There was no other way to put it: she purred. “Ooh, I see you brought a few of my favorite things with you,” she whispered as she began to crawl towards the foot of the bed and him. Both Julie Andrews and Diana Ross had forgotten a few things when they sang that song, she thought as she continued to crawl, her eyes focused only on the prize.
Logan stood still, wanting her to come to him. She looked like a cat on the prowl as she crawled slowly toward him, her heavy breasts swaying and dipping with the pressing of her knees into the mattress. Even as he watched, she licked her lips in hungry anticipation and he felt his penis preen, stretch, and strain upward some more, as if it were proud of her approval. He watched her eyes narrow as she saw it perform, and then she smiled. The smile was purely feline.
That’s right, baby: show me whatcha workin’ with, Chloe paraphrased rapper Mystikal’s song in her head when Logan’s penis stretched under her stare. She licked her lips again. She couldn’t wait to taste his salty essence, to feel that heavy weight in her mouth, that long length pushing toward the back of her throat and slipping and sliding against her tongue. As if she’d expressed her thoughts out loud, a stream of pre-cum began to ooze out and slide heavily down the side of his penis.
Having arrived at the foot of the bed, Chloe sat on the edge and let her legs hang over the side. She still had not focused her eyes anywhere besides his penis. Her fingers flexed in preparation. “Can I, Logan? Please?”
Logan’s answer was to cup her chin in his hand and pull her face toward him while simultaneously pushing himself toward her mouth.
Sounds of greed escaped Chloe’s throat as she finished undoing his pants and pushed them and his boxers over his butt and down his thighs. Her hands massaged their way back up his thighs to cup and squeeze his ass. Slowly, she pushed him toward her open mouth. Starting from the top, she licked her way down one side of his penis, ravenously scooping up the pre-cum in her path and making him grip her shoulders tightly in his hands.
Teasingly, she licked her way down his thigh, tasting and kissing the salty skin and feeling his muscles tensing with each stroke. Slowly, she began licking the inside of his knee, her face completely between his thighs now. She held him steady with her hands on his outer thighs when he jerked from stimulation. She made sure her hair brushed softly against one inner thigh while she tenderly licked her way up the other one. Though he hadn’t said a word, his hands were in her hair now, pushing her, urging her, begging her to do more.
His knees were locked, his thighs were tense, and Chloe grinned wickedly when she felt that he was even holding in his ass tautly. Not for long, she thought, just before she gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned and she found the little seam running up the center of his testicle and followed it with the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes in her excitement as the heat already pooling in her stomach flamed hotter at the salty taste and light weight of him against her tongue.
Careful not to let her excitement get the best of her, she gently teased the other testicle with the soft pads of her fingertips, controlling it so that it rolled back and forth between her fingers and her thumb. She felt her own breathing accelerate in excitement and she released the ball from the hot, humid depths of her mouth, giving it one last lick as she did so.
She looked up at him, making sure her eyes stayed connected to his as she went in for an ice-cream-cone lick, giving his dick a long lick from the base to the top, watching his eyes narrow in anticipation. At the last second, she opened her mouth in an “o” and slid it completely over the top of his erection, taking in as much of it as she could. This was her favorite part and Chloe went at it with gusto, holding the bottom of his penis with one hand and sliding her mouth up and down over and over again.
The lusty sounds coming from the back of his throat and hers only made her want more and she slid her hand up and down his shaft in the wake of her mouth, repeating both movements over and over again. She watched as he clenched his teeth and threw his head back, the tendons in his n
eck straining against his skin. She squeezed her thighs together to stem the flow of her own excitement, pushing her rock-hard nipples against his thighs for self-stimulation.
His time for orgasm was getting closer and Chloe wrapped her arms around his waist, bringing him flush against her face where she sucked harder and faster, wanting all of him, never wanting to let him go. The huge, swollen head pushed against the back of her throat and she reveled in the feel of it, contracting her throat muscles and pulling in her cheeks as she sucked.
She heard him say her name urgently, if a bit weakly, and looked up at him. His face was ravaged with desperation and hard-won control. She knew what he wanted and almost cried in disappointment. He loosed her arms from around his waist and she released his penis. Eagerly, she stood on the bed and jumped on him, knowing that he would catch her. “Hurry, Logan,” she said and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Logan turned, stepped off the platform, and backed her up against the wall, shooting his penis into her with one quick thrust. Her own juices made the penetration smooth and sure. Neither moved at first, each of them savoring the feel of the other. Panting and harsh breathing were the only sounds heard in the large room.
Chloe felt his warm breath on her neck and pressed a kiss in his hair, prompting Logan to lift his head and look at her.
“You’re amazing,” he told her before bending his head to kiss her. He kept his mouth closed, simply rubbing his lips back and forth against hers. After a few seconds of this, he parted his lips slightly to slide the tip of his tongue through, flicking it gently across the surface of her lips.
Chloe closed her eyes and enjoyed his gentle loving, allowing her tongue to tangle with his and trace the rim of his lips. He was soon slowly thrusting his tongue into her mouth, allowing her to suck on it once in a while, but otherwise, just leisurely plunging it in and out. She was crazy with need for more of him.