At the Brink

by Anna del Mar

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said.

  No, it hadn’t been bad at all. In fact, it’d been really great. I buried my head under his neck and listened to his steady heartbeat, aware of the contrast between my nudity and his clothes, his strength and my weakness. And yet in his arms I felt safe and content.

  “Stay here,” he said, after a little while, shifting me gently from his arms.

  I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of the soft sheets. I heard the rasp of a key and the click of a lock giving way. When I opened my eyes again, he stood before the travel trunk, looking through the drawers.

  “What are you doing?” I said, sitting up.

  “I’m just picking out a few accessories,” he said, “to make the next stage easier for you.”

  “Accessories?” I said, instantly alarmed. “The next stage?”

  “We’ve only just begun.”

  My whole body tensed. The relaxation of a moment ago evaporated.

  “It’s all good.” He set a few things on the night stand. “Now comes the interesting part.” He held my chin in his hand, planted a sweet kiss on my mouth and smiled. “I’m going to blindfold you.”

  “But...why?”

  “I think it might be easier for you.”

  “Josh, I—”

  “Give it a try.” He handed me a velvet blindfold. “Please.”

  I took the blindfold from him, but hesitated after slipping the elastic band over my head.

  “You’re going to be fine.” He pulled it down over my eyes. “You’ll see.”

  No, I couldn’t see anything through the blindfold, but I could sense a whole lot of my own trepidation.

  “Turn around,” he said. “No, not that way, this way.” He flipped me over on the mattress, setting me down on my hands and knees. “Yes, that’s good. Spread your knees.”

  I scooted a little.

  “I mean really far apart, like this.” He manipulated my legs as if I were a flexible puppet. “That’s better. Can you get them a little wider?”

  My voice quavered. “Am I not looking indecent enough for you?”

  “Oh, you’re looking indecent enough all right.” He gave me a playful little slap on the rump. “In fact, you look lewd and obscene, beautiful, just the way I want you. You’d look even better if you took pride in your ass and lifted it up a bit.”

  He caressed my ass with proprietary assurance, kneading my cheeks, fingering the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. His lips tickled as he planted little kisses all over my seat. His hands spread at either side of my sex, separating my cheeks and spreading my folds with shocking authority.

  I trembled. “I don’t know about this...”

  The impact of his tongue sent me lurching. He caught me, but he didn’t sound pleased. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to stay still without help.” He sounded aggravated. “For your own good, maybe I should put you in restraints.”

  “Restraints?” I tried to still my runaway heartbeat.

  “Restraints,” he said. “They can be a lot of fun, you know.”

  “I’ll be fine,” I said. “I won’t move. I promise.”

  “Are you sure?” he said. “It would be so much easier.”

  “I’m sure,” I said. “I swear. I’ll be good.”

  His steps echoed around me. Something jingled as he grabbed it from the night table. My nerves were fraught, but I didn’t dare move or take off the blindfold. His touch took me by surprise.

  “Hush, sweet.” He caressed my ass. “You’re going to be all right.”

  His touch felt sharp and intense in my darkness. My mind focused exclusively on him, his movements, sounds, touch, breathing, as if nothing else in the world mattered. He fitted something smooth and narrow under my chest, around my arms and over my shoulders.

  “Um, Josh?” I said. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m fitting you with a harness.”

  I squeaked. “A harness?”

  “I’ll spare you the hand and leg restraints as long as you keep the blindfold in place and your knees apart.”

  “I don’t know if I want to wear a harness,” I said as evenly as I could manage.

  “You’re fidgeting and jerking, which tells me that you need and want the harness.”

  “But—”

  “If you don’t like it, you only have to tell me and I’ll take it off.” He planted another kiss on my lips. “Trust me, Lily. Try it first. You might like it.”

  Click. A clasp snapped closed. A set of straps tightened around my upper body. Adjusting the harness, he squeezed my breasts through what felt like a fringe of narrow straps until they dangled free. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what I looked like. There was more clicking, more pulling and tugging, and then his voice came again from behind me.

  “You look amazing,” he said. “You look obscenely gorgeous and for this awesome gift, I’m going to reward you.”

  His tongue slid over me like exquisite silk. He licked my pussy, twirling his tongue around my clit as if toying with a swirl of his favorite ice cream. Then he dug his tongue deeper in me, as if I were a cone and he craved more of the flavors I held.

  His kisses were deep and his mouth unbearable. Every time I felt like bolting, the harness kept me in place, until I didn’t have to think about it anymore, because no matter how strongly I reacted to his touch, he had me firmly in check.

  I managed to keep my promise. Even after he had me whimpering incoherently, I kept my knees apart and my ass up in the air. His lips were merciless. He sucked, poked and pressed until he had me ready to climax again. Then he stepped back and left me there, heaving like a mare in heat.

  “Josh?” I said. “Josh, where are you?”

  “I’m here,” he whispered very close to my ear. “I just wanted to see if you’d take off the blindfold.”

  “You told me not to.”

  “Yes, sweet, that’s what I told you, and I’m proud of you for not falling into temptation.”

  There was a subtle sound behind me, the erotic swish of rustling fabric. I waited. My body hummed with need, dread and desire. My breath came in short gasps.

  This time, when his hands returned to my body, they wrapped around my waist like those restraints he’d promised. A blunt tip pressed against my sex, rubbing, teasing, awakening my body to all kinds of new and extraordinary sensations.

  “Nice, yes?” he said.

  My black world lit up with pleasure.

  The tip of his cock nestled into me. I froze, rigid with tension. I was out of courage, about to break a long streak, full of fear and short on practice. Anticipation combined with nerves and made me feel rusted. I felt like a virgin all over again. The moment’s intensity was more than I could bear.

  “Let go, Lily,” he said huskily, kissing my shoulder and running his fingers along the length of my spine. “Try to relax, sweet.” He strengthened his hold on my hips. “Do you want me?” He nuzzled the back of my neck. “Do you want my cock in you?”

  My reply sounded like a plea. “Yes.”

  For a moment, my body resisted the intrusion, then my sex widened for him and he streamed into me like a river to the sea.

  I gasped. I dug my nails into the pillows. He seemed to go in forever, slow but steady, careful but determined. I made a sound I’d never uttered before, a quiet hiss-gasp-moan-groan, prayer, plea, warning and enticement.

  “It’s only a little more,” he said in a clipped voice, holding me still, burrowing even deeper into me.

  My body expanded to take in his cock’s thick root until the heated bulk of his balls pressed against my ass. It was an impossible fit and yet I was deeper than I knew, suppler than I’d imagined, slicker than I expected. By the time his penetration was complete, I
was packed beyond full, stretched around him, stuffed in an extremely satisfying way.

  He paused and shuddered inside me. I shuddered in response and for the first time, I realized our connection’s raw power.

  “Lily,” he rasped. “Were you constructed for me?”

  Perhaps it was he who had been built for me, because I teetered at the edge of another orgasm just from the exquisite sensation of having him in me.

  “Move,” he said evenly.

  “What?” I croaked.

  “I want you to take your pleasure.” He rocked my hips back and forth and from side to side. “Like this.”

  My body seized on the subtle figure eight pattern. All the while he didn’t move at all, except to encourage me. I needed no encouragement. It was as if I’d been ready to come since the moment I’d met him. And now I did, my body rattling around his erection without any measure of decency as my muscles twisted and squeezed.

  The pleasure that rocked me was vast and immense. It lasted a long time, prolonged by his restraint, anchored on the beam of his cock and amplified by his hard erection. It ricocheted off him, reverberating in the deepest corners of my body. It was sharp, merciless and concentrated, and it refused to wane, jarring me until my elbows gave way and every part of me was clinking and clanking.

  By the time it relented, I pressed my forehead against the mattress with my fingers clawed around the sheets, hoarse from swallowing my screams. Still I couldn’t think for a few long moments, or move beyond the involuntary twitching and shuddering that continued to wrack my body.

  Embedded in me like a steel beam, Josh became my body’s only remaining backbone, my mind’s last and only point of reference. Without him, I might have fallen apart on the spot. I imagined my bones crumbling, my body dissolving. Instead, I was more alive than I had ever been, and if I wanted to cry it wasn’t because of pain or grief.

  Earlier today I’d believed that the world turned on the axis of Josh Lane’s finger. I had been so wrong. From now on, my world would turn on the axis of his cock.

  He stroked my back, kneading my shoulders, and then reached out to caress my breasts, murmuring comforting words. I didn’t think I could recover ever again, but he was moving very slowly inside me, nudging me softly from my stupor, returning me to life.

  “Josh?”

  “What is it, Lily?”

  “I don’t think I can do that again.”

  I heard the smile in his words. “We’ll see about that.”

  “I mean it,” I said. “I don’t think my heart can survive another one of those.”

  His chuckles echoed inside me. He tugged on the harness, so that I had to rise up onto my elbows. My body tilted down at the perfect angle, granting him easy access. His cock glided in and out of me. A rare grunt from him got my heart beating faster.

  God, having him in me was delicious.

  “Come here.” He pulled on the harness until I was rearing backward and his mouth seized mine.

  My body arched between his tongue and his cock. My breasts bobbed at the pace of his thrusts and my belly arched into the hold of his hand. He didn’t neglect my nipples or my clit. He plucked, rubbed and teased in a relentless blitz. It was too soon and yet I was desperate to come all over again.

  “Christ, but you feel good,” he whispered in my ear, sinking slowly into me. “I like your cunt, Lily. It’s tight and wet, deep, hot and narrow as I imagined it’d be. I’m going to fuck you so good, sweet. I’m going to fuck you senseless and then I’m going to fill your little cunt to the rim.”

  He pushed me down on my hands and knees again, but kept a tight hold on the harness. His pace accelerated. His strokes became demanding. He commanded me with his body and instructed me with his cock. I was just flesh, flailing, shaking, divine flesh, delivered to him for the sole purpose of containing him, perfectly suited for the occasion.

  Our bodies had linked beyond chemistry. Our connection had coalesced into a raw sexual bond. My pheromones had taken over. My body had learned both responsiveness and gratitude, and it wasn’t about to forget. I started to say something, a plea, maybe, but all I could do was pant louder with every breath.

  “Not yet, Lily,” he said. “I’m going to tell you when you can come again.”

  “But Josh...”

  “You’ve got to learn, baby. You’ve got to pace yourself. It’s so much better that way. You can’t come unless I say so. Are we clear?”

  “Oooh,” I protested in frustration.

  “No griping,” he said, increasing his tempo. “You know how this goes. You do what I say and you’ll please me as much as you’ll please yourself.”

  The mere thought of pleasing him brought me to the brink. “You’re making this very hard.”

  “I never promised it would be easy.” He pushed deeper into me.

  “Josh,” I rasped. “Josh!”

  “You won’t come until I tell you to come,” he said. “Do you hear me?”

  “I hear you.” I hissed, turning my hips with a measure of care, trying not to orgasm.

  “You feel good, Lily, very good.” He throbbed inside me like a beating heart. “I don’t want a tiny orgasm or a whimpering dud. I want you to come with everything you’ve got every single time I fuck you. Do you understand?”

  As if I had a choice.

  “I don’t want you to be quiet, either.” He thrust in and out with increasing amplitude. “I want to hear you coming, sweet.”

  He shoved into me hard to drive the point home. I squealed for him and I wasn’t pretending.

  “That’s better,” he said. “Make sure you remember.”

  Remember? I couldn’t think, let alone remember.

  “So I’m going to say it and you’re going to do it,” he said, pounding into me, “because you want my come in your cunt. Yes?”

  “Yes.”

  “So get ready.” He twisted his cock in my channel. “Because I want you to come...now.”

  Off I went, the most obedient sex toy in the history of acquired sex toys, squeezing, quaking and moaning, pulsing out of control while I took full delivery of his generous load.

  I knew then I was lost, because in the midst of all of that depravity, my body relished the pleasure as much as I treasured the man giving it to me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lily

  I woke up knowing that some monumental shift had taken place in my life, but for a full minute or two, I couldn’t remember what it was. Then it all came back to me in one huge wallop: Josh Lane had happened to me and no matter how much I tried to pretend it had all been a dream, I had to confront my new reality.

  Part of me was shocked to find me whole and hale after taking stock. The other part of me knew better. Sure, the night had been strenuous and he’d been both demanding and commanding, but he had also been tender, thoughtful and caring, and he’d facilitated the most erotic hours of my existence.

  His lust was remarkable, his stamina unreal. His intensity ramped up the act. How many times had he come last night? How many times had I?

  For a plain looking girl whose ability to orgasm had been dubious, last night had been extraordinary.

  I stretched in bed. I felt leaner, lither and lighter. Far from feeling used, I felt cared for, fulfilled and satisfied. The only true casualty of my night with Josh Lane had been my sense of decency. I glanced at the carpet. The things he’d made me do on it!

  I rubbed my legs together to suppress the need stirring in me. A delicious soreness authenticated my memories. Contained in the blindfold’s darkness, I’d never been alone and, supported by the harness, I’d been free to feel without guilt. Each touch had been sharper than the one before, each emotion more powerful, each orgasm more intense.

  After we finished on the bed, we went on to the rug,
the chair and the ottoman. I wasn’t so deluded as to confuse sex with love, but I knew Josh had liked my body and maybe even me. For reasons I couldn’t begin to explain, the realization thrilled me.

  I closed my eyes and savored his scent, embedded in my hair and wafting from my pores. I savored his flavors as well, lingering in my mouth like a pleasing aftertaste. Oh, my God. I had to find a way to get back to reality and soon. I had to pare down my anticipation, regulate my emotions and eradicate this misguided sense of elation. The practical part of me admitted that being Josh’s sex toy wasn’t half bad. The moral part of me was shocked, scandalized and horrified by the practical part of me.

  The bathroom door opened. A pile of dirty towels flew out of the bathroom and landed next to the vacuum cleaner parked by the closet.

  I rose up on my elbow. “Josh?”

  A short woman almost as wide as she was tall stepped out into the room, carrying a cleaning caddy. She wore a red kerchief around her head and a flowery muumuu dress. She marched into the room like a steamroller in full throttle. Her smile narrowed her eyes to slits.

  “Hello, Miss Lily,” she said with a musical island accent. “I trust you’ve slept enough?”

  I clutched the covers and pulled them all the way up to my chin, aware that, under the sheets, I was butt-naked. I had a moment of panic as I scoured the room for traces of last night’s depravities but the room looked utterly sanitized for a PG rating. Maybe I could manage to pass as a common guest after all.

  “Hello,” I said, trying not to sound mortified. “Who are you?”

  “Why, I’m Rosa,” the woman said. “Mr. Josh’s housekeeper.”

  Damn the man. He hadn’t mentioned a housekeeper, or the fact that she would be coming in the morning.

  “I didn’t wake you, did I?” Rosa flipped on the sweeper and vacuumed the area rug, driving the contraption over the very spot where I had lain so ignominiously last night. “You don’t mind, do you?” she shouted over the noise. “I decided to come in and tidy up, given that it was almost noon and I’ll be going soon.”