One on one sex has never been as exciting as having a selection to choose from, though I have a strong feeling I’m about to be proven wrong. She’s the candy I’ve waited my whole life to taste, but the timing is all wrong.
“I’m afraid I can’t give you what you want.”
She’s immediately withdrawn. “I see.”
I take her by the chin and force her to look at me as I explain. “No, you don’t. You’re pure. I’m not saying it like you’re a virgin. It’s more about you being new to me. I won’t tamper with perfection by soiling you with someone else’s seconds.”
“I don’t care.”
She may say that, but it’s not true, and since I need this to continue, and her to stay, I know there is only one thing I can do to rectify the situation. I stand and extend my hand for her. “Come take a bath with me first.”
“And then?”
“And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t feel your legs. I’m going to make sure I’m the only man you want inside of you, and when we’re all finished I’m going to take it again, and then a few more times, until your pussy aches because of me. When you leave this house on Sunday night I’ll be all you’re able to think about.”
Her final words strike a chord I’m unable to comprehend fully. “You already are.”
Chapter 11
Macy
I’m still unconvinced I can get the sounds and thoughts of Ben being with another woman out of my head, but I’ve already stooped pretty damn low to turn back. I’m going with my gut right now, and it’s telling me to see this through. I , at least, need to know this isn’t right for me, and nothing will make that more clearer than to experience it.
As he pulls me by the hand behind him, I check out the rear view of his body, paying close attention to every single muscle as he moves. He’s built like a rock; not huge with muscles, but toned and sculpted like a Greek statue. His ass, ugh, I can’t even begin to get over the large dimples on either side and how it flexes with every step. I know out front he’s holding something I’ve yet to explore. It’s appealing, but if he can actually do the things he claims will be another tale. If this man wants any chance in hell of being with me after tonight he needs to prove he’s worth my time and patience, because let’s face it, he’s involved in some crazy shit. I’m beginning to second guess my decision about coming here.
Being bound while he fucked someone else wasn’t how I expected this to go, but as the time skips by I wonder if it helped ease me into this. Ben didn’t want me to have to watch him, and he certainly didn’t want me leaving before he could come to me and question my stability. I don’t know why I feel like I should be someone special to him. I’m nothing. I’m just another chick who desires what no man has ever been able to give. I’m a challenge for him, and because of that he’s made it a mission to fix me, if that’s even possible.
I thought I had everything and threw it away. Yeah, my marriage wasn’t perfect. Toward the end I know Frank cheated while I turned a blind eye. What I didn’t know couldn’t hurt me, but it wasn’t that at all. I simply lost interest, because he was never enough. Even if he changed I don’t think he could live up to the kind of man I’ve always personified in my mind.
My standards are ridiculously high, as are my needs in the bedroom, which neither were satisfied in that situation. If only he’d try new things. Maybe if I was more caring to him. Maybe eventually he’d get bored and want to be adventurous.
Those are what kept me going for seven years, nonetheless nothing changed. Frank was Frank. He enjoyed missionary position sex one to two times a month, preferably when I was set to ovulate. Looking back now I can see how unconnected we were. I lived in denial for way too long, and now to get back what I feel I’ve lost, I’ve ended up as someone else’s experiment. This takes codependency to another level for sure.
It isn’t until we make it into the large master bathroom when I get to take in the lavish décor and modern style amenities. Everything is crisp and white, down to the towels and carpets. It’s pristine, not a single pubic hair ruining the shiny marble flooring. Ben leads us over to a large antique styled soaking tub. It’s narrow, but deep. The claw styled feet tell me it’s an exact representation of one that would have existed a long time ago, but this one is definitely very new. “It’s beautiful.”
He turns on the spigot before spinning around and capturing my waist to pull me near. “It’s not as beautiful as you are.”
I move my gaze away from him. “You obviously say that to all the women you fuck.”
He shrugs. “Some are sensationally beautiful, but none as natural as you.” He pushes me back and takes me in while drawing his fingers down the skin around my breast. “Everything about you flows. You’re perfect, like a wrapped up present you find hiding behind the Christmas tree.” His eyes meet mine and the warmth returns to my whole body. “I baited you from earlier on because I hoped that in time you’d end up here with me. I have women I fuck, that isn’t a secret, but you’re different.”
“How? You’re planning on doing the same with me as you do with them. You want me to join you in this lifestyle like it’s one way or another. I want to know why.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “Of course you do.” I feel his hands lacing with both of mine and appreciate the small gesture. It’s sweet in the midst of something inappropriate. “I’m bringing you into my lifestyle so I don’t have to let you go. I want to share it with you, all of this. I want you to be a part of my world. My sexual appetite is atrocious. I’m like a starved animal. I eat until I’m full, but a few hours later I’m starving again. I’m not wired like most people. It calms me, like a drug without the side effects. It’s fun, but not dangerous with the right people.”
“Do you fuck men?”
“I’m not gay, Macy. I’ve been involved in group sex, but never intercourse with a man.”
I bite down on my lip and stare at him like I’m trying to figure him out without asking more questions that make me more uncomfortable than him. “Are you going to wash me?”
“That question doesn’t have to be asked.” He takes my hand and helps me into the hot soaking tub one foot at a time before joining me. Ben scoots in behind my body and pulls my back up against his chest. He takes a folded cloth off the edge and submerges it before dragging it over my breasts. His mouth is close to my ear, and as he speaks I can feel the hot air blowing into it. “I know you think I’m a bastard. I wish I could change for you.”
I close my eyes and focus on the way the rag is touching me. “When you have group sex, is it ever awkward? Do you compare sizes with the other guys? Do you make out with them too?”
He stops with the washing for a moment. “Does it turn you on to talk about two men together?”
“No,” I giggle lightly. “I’m just curious is all. I feel like there would be too many dicks slapping around. I mean, what if you accidentally brushed against each other. Does that call for an immediately time out, or do you go with it? Does it ever turn you on?”
He scoots so he’s able to look at me. I can tell he’s amused by my curiosity, but also wondering why I keep asking. “I want to know everything, even the details that might make me curl my nose up.”
“Why? What difference does it make?”
“You want to share me, right? Well, what if I want you to join in? I mean, the idea of being with a complete stranger is scary. I’d feel better if you were there.”
“I’ll be there.”
“What if I asked you to touch him? Would you do it? Are there rules?”
“Not really rules, just a kind of understanding. My friends and I have similar preferences. We’re more voyeurs and prefer to sit and watch. From time to time we’ve participated together, and it’s a pleasurable experience. Sometimes the moment becomes unadulterated and we get a bit out of hand.”
“Like what?” I question. He’s got me here in this strange sexual world of his, so I feel like I can dig deep into his closet.
He plays with my hair as he speaks. “There was one time where I was having intercourse with Denise and she brought a friend along, a male companion she often spends time with. She can get a bit freaky, so I went in with an open mind. We’d knocked off a few bottles of wine beforehand evidentially making everything a bit easier to agree to. I’m in the middle of fucking her, she’s on top of me with her ass in the air while the other guy is mainly focused on that. One minute he’s got his tongue up her ass and the next thing I know she’s hopping off and shoving his mouth down on my dick. It was right when I was about to blow, so he pulled away as the condom filled. Denise and the guy started going at it, while I took myself out of the equation.”
I can’t believe he’s telling me this. Most men would lie because they’re ashamed, but not Ben. He’s giving me what I require so I trust him, and I want to, but a part of me also wonders if I’ll be good enough. I’ve got high standards for him, but I haven’t considered what he might expect from me. I bite my tongue and refuse to bring it up. If he doesn’t like me after sex I’ll walk away and live with the uncomfortable winces he throws at me when we cross paths.
I decide to try to up my game. With no regard for the water, I twirl around until I’m facing Ben. My legs are squished on either side of him, his dick loosely floating under my bottom. My arms come up around his neck as I peer into those determined eyes. I kiss him quickly without asking permission. I don’t know if he has rules about this, but I don’t want to ask and find out. His warm lips welcome me as mine smash against them. My hands dig into his dark head of hair to enable me to hold him close. Ben doesn’t fight. He brings his hands up around my back and holds me in the same position while we begin to get carried away.
He’s a fantastic kisser, every bit of what I imagined him to be. His tongue matches my rhythm and we’re soon biting and teasing while still making out. I can’t contain all the emotions I’m feeling while involved in this embrace. Everything feels right. Parts of me are erupting in flames and I know continuing this will be the only way to extinguish the blaze. I’ve never denied myself pleasure like I have with Ben. I tried to fight my feelings. I’ve even confided in my psychiatrist in hopes she could take the fantasies away. I didn’t want to desire him; to crave his touch in a way that is almost rabid. Now I can’t imagine stopping this. He’s pulling me in slowly and I’m taking the bait. I’m desperate to hold his attention and now willing to do things I never thought I’d consider. This is no longer about being bored. It’s not about sleeping with the enemy to get it over with.
I want this man. I need to give him what he wants so he allows me to stick around.
We stop to catch our breath, though Ben continues placing gentle kisses over my lips in the meantime. He’s rock hard beneath me, and as much as I’d like to feel him inside of me, I know it’s not the time or place. I need all of his attention, and in order to assure I have it, I’ll need to make him suffer.
What better way to do it than tell him something that will really jive up his initiative? I conjure enough will to stand in front of him, my pussy directly staring him in the face. Since I’ve had time to plan for this evening, I’ve made sure to groom ahead in hopes that my neglected areas would finally be tended to.
I drag my finger over my lower lips as he watches me do it. “I have something to tell you; something I think you’ll want to know. It’s something I’ve never told anyone.”
His wet hands run up the outsides of my legs, though his eyes never leave the prize. “Oh, you have my undivided attention.”
I wiggle my fingers around my clit as I speak. It’s still sensitive from masturbating earlier, so I have to be careful not to be too turned on. “This pussy hasn’t been tasted in years.” I bite down on my lip and let it sink in before continuing. “I can’t remember what it feels like to get licked over and over again.” It’s working. His eyes are heavy, and I know he’s about to pounce, so I take two fingers and slide them between my wet folds, then lift them to my mouth to sample. He’s writhing as he captures my wrist and runs the remnants over his own lips. His eyes close as he sucks on them and savors the taste of me. “Do you like it?”
He’s refocused, this time his thumb dragging over my clit. My body jerks at the first touch, but before I can comment his face smashes against my pussy. The sounds of him sucking send me into a frenzy, while the utter ecstasy of feeling him tending to my neglected bud leaves me breathless. I’m panting as I struggle to remain standing above him. I can feel my natural essence flooding the area, though he continues to feast on me like he’s a starved beast. The muscles in my ass begin to spasm just as I feel a different sensation. He’s cleaning my lips and then separating them. It’s too much for me to fathom. My knees buckle and I come back down on top of him, immediately bringing my mouth to his for a kiss that makes the room spin.
I’m rocking over him, water is splashing out onto the floor, but we don’t slow. He’s fully erect beneath me. My pussy aches for more, yet our kissing keeps those needs at bay. Remnants of me coast over my tongue. The natural aphrodisiac fuels the burning fire to new heights. I’m losing my ability to hold on. I’m coming undone by doing nothing but making out with this man while he holds me near. My fingers dig into his scalp as the first waves of euphoria take me on an out of body experience.
Ben takes in the situation and pulls the plug. He stands, his stiff cock directly within reach. I run my nose over it once before he’s lifting me to assist me out of the water. I’m standing on a rug as a towel dries me. He’s licking away the beads while sampling other parts of my skin. When he reaches my breasts he wastes no time cupping them, then thumbing the nipples. As he pulls away I can tell he’s just as consumed as I am. When our eyes meet again I’m in awe. He drags his lips against my abdomen while speaking. “I’m about to make you shatter.”
Chapter 12
Ben
I can’t keep it together. This is unlike me, but given the circumstances I’m finding it difficult to refrain. She’s drawing me in with each breath, pulling me into her grasp and taunting me with uncharted waters.
I bleed confidence, but in this case I’m wasting away, because I want her to control me. I’m a victim in my own seduction. I’ve waited for this only to have it backfire and send me down a path I’m unfamiliar with. She’s got me by the balls and I don’t want her to let go. It’s unnerving to know I’ve stooped to this level. As angry as I feel toward my predicament I know it’s what I deserve.
I’ve done this to her; promised her things knowing damn well what was at stake. My life may be complex, but the choices were all mine. Being with this woman might be the last and final choice I ever make, because I’m certain she’s going to kill me with kindness.
In my weakened state I can no longer draw out my plan. Lines have already been crossed and we’ve yet to seal the deal. She’s baiting me as I carry her back to bed; a place where I want her to stay as long as she’s able. She spreads out as I sit her down, teasing me with that delectable body. I lick my lips and focus on the prize. It’s waiting there, the familiar scent calling me to return. I’ve wanted this woman for selfish reasons, all the while knowing she had her own thoughts toward me. She shielded them with animosity for so long I was beginning to assume there would be no chance. Admittedly I was wrong.
“Are you going to join me?”
I have to tie her up. I can’t let her soft hands course over my skin while I work. She needs to be contained, confined to a stiff position so I can remain focused. My task is easy. I’m to give her the utmost of pleasure. Doing it will come easy. The hard part is keeping my own needs at bay. I’m already swollen beyond belief. It’s like my encounter with Denise never happened.
Every part of Macy’s naked skin calls out for me. I head to my closet and pull out something that immediately causes her eyes to widen. She’s backed up on the bed, conscious of what I’m about to do. I crawl on top of her, crashing my mouth against hers while lifting her arms above her head. My i
ron headboard is drilled into the wall, so I don’t have to worry about us breaking it. I’m used to being fucked hard. Try as she might, she’ll never get free until I do it for her. “Don’t worry. This time it’s for your own good as well as mine.”
A leather belt fastens her hands to the long poles of the headboard. I take the edge of the sheet and wrap it around her legs, tying it off the footboard, then repeating the process on the opposite side. Her pussy is spread and glistening. She’s aroused and ready, prompting me to make her scream out in euphoria.
This is the moment she’s waited for. I’m the man she wants to do this. She’s been neglected for far too long.
I take the back of my hands and run them from her toes up to her inner thighs. Macy sucks in a deep breath as she stares down at me. Her body is shaking and I’m taken back by how this makes me feel. I should be used to this. I’m experienced. Yet I can’t explain why I can’t stop.
Two fingers reach up and pinch her swollen clit. She lets out a tiny cry. “Oh shit. I thought you said you weren’t into this. You keep tying me up. So you like bondage? You like to control women? Do they control you too?”
“I don’t do labels of any kind. I’m not your Dom. Sometimes I like being in control, but you’ll never have to call me Sir, or Master, or Daddy, or any other sick shit those people use. Sometimes I like being taken advantage of. It just depends on the mood and how stressful my day was.” I drag my hands up and down her thighs as I explain. “Sex doesn’t need a reason. It’s not a job. It’s not a way out. It’s not a solution. It’s also not just to make babies.”
She turns her head to the side and looks away.
Shit! I shouldn’t know why this burdens her, but I do, because I’ve pried into her personal life, so much that if she ever found out she’d never be able to look at me, more or less forgive me. This would have all been for nothing if I fuck it up by telling her the truth of how she got hired at the firm and my ties to her personal affairs. “What’s wrong?”
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