At the Brink

by Anna del Mar

  “You’ll get me,” I assured her, sorting out the boxes. “That’s a promise. But there’s a whole wide world out there, and tonight, I want to take you on tour.”

  “I’m fine with your, err...”

  “Cock,” I put in. “Say it.”

  “I’m fine with your cock, really.”

  “It comes a little later on your program.” I grabbed her hand and rubbed it against my groin, a miscalculation that had me sucking in breath. I gritted my teeth. No one else had ever managed to rattle my cage like she did. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it before I released it and sat down on the bed next to her.

  “I know this is new to you,” I said, “so I’ll give you some more choices tonight.” I lined up my top four selections on the bed next to Lily. “You can check them out if you want.”

  Her eyes would be off-limits—a damn shame—but I could always rely on her body language to know what she was thinking.

  “All right.” One of her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Should I take off the blindfold?”

  “You should never take off the blindfold unless I tell you to do so.” I made a conscious effort to soften my tone. “But your hands are free, remember?”

  She moistened her lips with her tongue, a gesture that made me want to fuck her on the spot. Christ, maybe I should’ve dressed her like a nun. Having her all naked on that bed was too much of a temptation. But no, I wasn’t going to deviate from the plan.

  “Go on.” I handed her the first object.

  She felt it between her fingers, a small, bright pink vibrator shaped into a textured silicon fingertip.

  “The Sonic Boom,” I read from the back of the box. “Waterproof, clitoral stimulator, triple speed, glow in the dark, batteries included. Very popular. Want to try it?”

  “Um...” She hesitated and set the little vibrator aside. “I don’t know.”

  “How about this one?” I handed her the next selection.

  Her fingers considered the bulbous shaft, several inches of temperature-sensitive, smooth glass, molded into flowing ripples that grew wider as they got closer to the handle.

  Her forehead furrowed. “What on earth is this?”

  “The Emerald Wave Wand.” I read from a different box. “Erotic massager. Fantastic reviews.”

  She squirmed. By the twist of her mouth, she looked anything but convinced. This was going to be harder than I thought.

  “Try the next one,” I suggested.

  She picked up the next item from the bed. She squeezed the tapered tip and traced the wider base. Her fingers fumbled over the faux fur dangling from the end.

  “Josh?” Her eyebrows lifted above the blindfold. “Is this what I think it is?”

  “Foxy trainer, I believe it’s called.”

  “It’s a butt plug, isn’t it?”

  “And a sexy looking one.”

  “No way, I’m not ready for this,” she said, Lily firm. “I’m not wearing it. I don’t know about the future, but I’m not wearing it today.”

  Christ help me. I gawked at the vixen on my bed. She had just blown my mind and fired up my fantasies by uttering the vague but promising word “future” and she didn’t even know it.

  “Copy that.” I slowed my pumping heart and dropped the toy back in the drawer. “How about the last one?”

  I put the G-spot Hunter in her hands, a slim shaft that curved at the end into an egg head.

  She tested it between her fingers and gave me the same tepid feedback that she’d been giving me so far. “I’m not sure.”

  The surge of anticipation growing my dick decimated my efforts to be patient. “Just pick one. Okay? I’m told they all feel fantastic. I know you’ve used at least one vibrator before, on the video clip, right?”

  “Yeah,” she said tentatively. “And before that, Bree gave me a little one as a gag gift for my birthday, but I lost it.”

  It was just like Lily to lose what was likely the only sex toy she’d ever owned. Did I have to fall for the only woman in Boston who didn’t count a vibrator an essential must-have?

  “Lily?” I said. “Before the video clip, had anyone ever vibed you?”

  “Me?” She let out a nervous giggle. “Um...no.”

  “Then I want to vibe you, and I don’t mean just a drive by over your clit. I mean to properly vibe you, outside and in, for the first time ever.” I planned to be her first, last and only one at this, but that was my private gig.

  She lay still and quiet for a full sixty seconds, with her hands clasped together over her chest like a stone effigy from some medieval tomb. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I waited with the patience of a goddamn saint.

  “Is this important to you?” she finally said.

  Pleasing her? “Hell, yes.”

  “Okay then.” She took a deep breath and let out a rush of air. “The little one.”

  I fitted the Sonic Boom to my finger and settled between her legs. I kissed her closely-cropped mound and nudged her legs apart. I tested her, running a finger between her cleft. She was already nice and wet, but her legs snapped shut as soon as the vibrator buzzed in the general proximity of her pussy.

  Christ, give me strength. “Lily?”

  “Sorry.” She turned her face toward my voice, cheeks glowing incandescent red. “It’s an impulse. It’s like blinking. Or sneezing.”

  “It’s a bad habit,” I said, “and bad habits can be corrected.”

  “I’m trying,” she said, “but my mind gets in the way.”

  It was an honest answer and perhaps it should’ve dissuaded me from my course, but the truth was that Lily’s honesty, combined with her sexual vulnerabilities, were an aphrodisiac to me. My cock was so hard it wanted to explode out of my pants.

  I reached out for her hand and kissed it. “We’ve been working on this keep-your-legs-open thing for a while now with little progress. There are creative ways in which we can deal with this.”

  “Creative how?”

  My groin tightened. “I could restrain your legs, if you’d like.”

  She chewed on that. “But you said no cuffs tonight.”

  “I said no handcuffs,” I clarified. “The rest is up to you.”

  “Do you think it’ll help?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Would you like that?”

  Christ, I would. “But only if you want to.”

  She moistened her lips. “I’d like to please you tonight.”

  I almost lost it.

  “Okay.” Her voice steeled with resolve. “Tie me up.”

  How I made it through the next few minutes, God only knew, because my cock had turned into a concrete beam. The process of tying down one’s lover for the purpose of pleasure required the right tools, care and expertise. Fortunately, I had all of those handy.

  I found everything I needed in the bed’s well-stocked drawers. I secured a pair of flexible cuffs to Lily’s ankles, but her knees could still be a problem. So I fastened a second pair around her thighs, right above the knees.

  The bed came properly equipped. All I had to do was flip open the middle and lower compartments that concealed the adjustable straps. I hooked the cuffs to the straps and tightened them until Lily’s legs stretched wide apart with her knees bent and her ankles strapped down at opposite sides of the mattress.

  “One last thing,” I said. “I know we agreed to no handcuffs, but you might need some extra help.”

  I slid open the wooden rosette centered in the headboard. An iron ring folded out of the compartment, complete with a looped strap.

  “You may need something to hold on to.” I took Lily’s hands and, lifting her arms above her head, wrapped her fingers around the loop. “Don’t let go. Got it?”

  Her knuckl
es whitened as she tightened her grip. She nodded, hair rustling on the pillow. In this position, with her legs spread and her torso stretched out, her breasts jutted out and her nipples pierced the air like a pair of shiny bullets. It wasn’t the whole kit and caboodle, but I couldn’t complain, because I had this gorgeous woman spread on my bed.

  My cock throbbed at the spectacular sight. I didn’t think I could hold back for much longer, but I wanted Lily’s pleasure to last all night. Plus she’d said that bit about pleasing me.

  “No peeking.” I checked her blindfold before I stripped my pants and my boxers, even though I’d come to trust Lily with the blindfold ninety-nine percent. “How are you feeling?”

  “Um...indecent?”

  “You are, by far, the most stunning, indecent woman in the world.” I braced my knee on the bed and rubbed the head of my cock against her nipple. “Now, Lily, open your mouth and show me how you like to please me.”

  I fitted my cock in her mouth. I had to get rid of the urgency, because an out-of-control cock is a poor instrument with which to accomplish someone else’s pleasure. Her lips activated, tightening around my girth. Her mouth and tongue worked my angles with incredible diligence. I slid in and out of the well of her throat, leaving a trail of pre-come in my cock’s wake.

  My incursion into her mouth didn’t last long. Within moments, I pulled out and pumped my cock in my fist. With a muted groan, I spurted my load on Lily’s chest. Some of it splashed on her breasts. A trickle drained into the hollow spot between her clavicles. The rest flowed in the opposite direction, down the middle of her body to pool on her belly.

  “Christ, Lily.” I teetered on weak knees. “Your mouth is a slice of paradise.” I had to catch my breath before I dabbed the vibrator’s silicon finger in one of the come puddles and put it to her lips. “Have a taste.”

  She licked her lips.

  The spark that powered my cock flickered back to life as if I hadn’t just come a minute ago. No way around it. This was what Lily did to my body. She turned me into Superfuckingman.

  I switched on the small vibrator. She gasped when I varnished her areolae with my come, working the silicon pad over her nipples until she could no longer stand it. I turned my attention to her pussy, superimposing an imaginary grid of the female erogenous zones on her private terrain. With her legs strapped down, I had unprecedented access to her clit. I intended to use the advantage.

  I ran the vibrator over her mons before I turned south. A shiver shook her entire body, unleashing the flock of goose bumps that rippled across her skin. Once she adjusted to the sensations, I parted her labia and ran the vibrator along her inner surfaces, sliding over pink walls and teasing the tiny folds.

  She whimpered faintly. I knew that sound well. It tightened my groin and echoed all the way to my dick. And this was only the beginning.

  I rubbed the vibrator up and down her cleft and watched her luster thicken into a mouth-watering dew. Lily tried to squirm, but the straps held her firmly in check. The scent of aroused female filled my senses, Lily’s erotic fragrance, my personal spice of life. I worked the toy around her edges, applying the vibration directly to her sensitive opening.

  “Oh, my God, Josh!”

  “I know, really good, right?” I shifted the vibrator, making a small circuit around her clit.

  Her hips jerked. “I can’t take that.”

  “Don’t come yet, sweet. You do remember what you’re supposed to do before you come, don’t you?”

  “Ask you,” she rasped.

  I upped the power setting and landed the Sonic Boom directly on her clit.

  The cry that burst from her throat boosted my cock’s newest growth spurt. Her arms flung out, her hips buckled and she would’ve been unseated had she not been firmly secured to the bed. She rose up on her elbows, but then collapsed on the bed, her body quaking high up on the Richter scale.

  Christ, she was something to watch when she came. She’d been built to fuck. Her body was as sensitive as they came and her orgasms thrilled me as much as my own. I’d hit the jackpot on the day she said yes to me.

  “Breathe, Lily.” I set aside the vibrator, got up and came around the bed. “Now, see? We have a problem. You came without asking and you also let go of the strap. What are we going to do about it?”

  “I don’t know.” She heaved through parted lips. “You probably have some sort of...um...contingency in place?”

  “Bright girl.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips and whispered in her ear. “Are you excited about it?”

  My cock jerked as I watched her face flush. Her teeth dug into her trembling lower lip and her nipples sharpened into tiny, magnificent peaks.

  “So here’s the deal.” I caressed her hair, smoothing the sweaty tendrils sticking to her forehead. “It’s simple really. I get to choose now.”

  She shivered visibly. “The plug?”

  “No, like you said, you’re not ready for it.”

  She let out a long breath. “If I agree to this, will you answer a question for me?”

  I stiffened. “It depends on the question.”

  “What is it about seeing me like this that turns you on?”

  I considered the question. What she was really asking was why I liked fucking her in this particular way. I wasn’t sure she was ready to hear what I had to say, but if she really wanted to know, I would tell her.

  “I’d be willing to answer that,” I said, “provided you do your part. What do you say? Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she said. “You’d never hurt me.”

  “You’re so right about that.” I kissed her. “But God knows, I can make you scream.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Lily

  I clung to the strap because it was the only thing tethering me to this earth. For the last two hours, Josh had played with me, teased me, tested my endurance, brought me to the brink of pleasure, and then denied me.

  Okay, that was a bit of a lie. He’d let me come. Twice. I’d experienced my very own internal sonic boom and, with Josh at the helm, the G-Hunter had found its prey pretty much instantly. But that had been a while ago. Right now, Josh’s magic formula was in effect. In his book, he got to choose the toys and delay my orgasm while I had to wait with every fiber of my being tightened into a knot of erotic desperation. I wanted to please Josh with everything I had, but my sex ticked like a time bomb that could go off anytime.

  I lay on my new bed, eyes covered, legs strapped, body buzzing like a high voltage wire while Josh drove the G-Hunter in a protracted expedition of my sex. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know where to find my G-spot. In fact, he knew the location so precisely that it was probably marked in his GPS. We’d had some long, intense sessions before, but tonight felt different. I needed to know how as much as I needed to come right this minute.

  The G-Hunter quit. Maybe it ran out of batteries. Perhaps it’d had its fill of me or gone on strike. Most likely, Josh had switched it off, but since I couldn’t see, I didn’t know for sure. I stopped fighting the straps and collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

  The sound of my gasps filled my ears. The buzz was gone, the vibration too, along with all of that delicious, tormenting stimulation. I felt as if my body had been cut off from the grid. Relief. Disappointment. Regret. Irritation. I’d lasted a long time. I’d done everything he asked. Hadn’t I earned my release?

  Josh’s voice came calm and smooth in the darkness. “I think I’ll try something new.”

  My heart revved up. My sex clenched in anticipation. The sheets rustled and something slithered from under me, something that Josh had tucked between me and the mattress earlier, snuggled in the split of my ass.

  “Nice and warm.” His body shifted on the bed and something tapped against my lips. “You know what to do.”

>   I separated my lips and dared to hope for another taste of him. He, too, should be ready for release by now, but his erotic endurance was unmatched and, while the object that slid into my mouth was large, hard and heavy, it was neither supple nor exactly shaped as I’d hoped. It dipped in my mouth, warmed to my body’s feverish temperature, smooth but rigid against my tongue, requiring my jaw to widen a little more as the ripples advanced through my lips.

  The Emerald Wave. I might have said the name aloud, but my mouth grew fuller with each gulp. My ears perked at the whistle of a bottle squeezing. A cool blob pooled on my belly button. The wand retreated from my mouth. The length and weight of it landed on my stomach and splashed in the little pool. I realized what came next.

  He spread me out as only Josh could. A rush of cool air kissed the fieriest parts of me. I gasped. Exposed, vulnerable and sensitive beyond belief, I had a moment of panic.

  “Relax, sweet,” Josh murmured, massaging my vulva with a warm, well-practiced hand. “You’ve got to trust me on this one.”

  The primal need in me rallied my courage. Trust. Was this what tonight was all about?

  A smear of cool moisture followed the trail of Josh’s fingers. He painstakingly oiled me, even though my juices dribbled down my backside along with the cooler lube. His touch amplified throughout my body. My heightened senses homed in on him, trying to discern his every move. I fathomed I could drink his breath through my skin and taste the scent of his arousal on my tongue.

  “Are you ready?” Josh said. “Tell me, do you want it?”

  Pressure. A gentle nudge at the door. A sensation so exquisite and full of promise that I couldn’t breathe. All the nerves in my body roped together and coiled around my entrance. Breathe in, breathe out.

  “All night long, you’ve been coming on nothing,” Josh said. “This time around, when I let you come, you’ll have something in you.”

  “Thank you,” I rasped, and my gratitude was sincere.

  More pressure. I tensed all over, lifted my head from the pillow and whimpered. “Josh?”