by Naomi Niles
"They haven't figured it out yet," he said in a soft monotone. His hands reached up and pulled the ribbon from my hair, releasing my ponytail and letting my hair fall softly to my shoulders.
"At first they were convinced it was trauma to the head."
He sounded almost bored, as if repeating facts he'd heard a million times while his fingers began to slowly unfasten the buttons that went down the front of my short blue sundress. One by one, he undid them, and the dress began to fall open, revealing that I wore no bra or panties underneath.
Tate kept droning on in that same creepy monotone as he stripped me. "Then the police did an autopsy on the body, and suddenly, they were saying she died of asphyxiation. Those idiots don't have a clue about what really happened, or how she really died. Trauma to the head or asphyxia; I can tell what happened to her a lot better than they can."
"How can you know that?" I wondered aloud. He was kissing my bared flesh inch by inch as my body was slowly exposed by the opening of my dress – my collarbone, the curves of my breasts, my rosy nipples, my ribs, my stomach.
He knelt on one knee to kiss my bellybutton and paused. He touched the carpet and said, "Rose's body was found right here in my room, but she wasn't killed here."
"She was found right here where we're standing?" I stared at the carpet beneath my feet, half horrified and half intrigued.
"Right here," Tate confirmed, as he stood up again. "But there was no blood. She was killed somewhere else and then brought to this spot, but the police have no idea where she died. They'll never figure it out. They're not even looking in the right place."
He was creeping me out with is weird monotone voice and the things he was saying. How could he know all these facts about Rose's murder and what makes him so sure the police were on the wrong track? Does he know things that only the murderer would know? Are my mother and the other employees right? Am I in danger just by being here?
I knew I shouldn't trust him, but the things he was doing to my body felt so good, I didn't care. Tate was mysterious and possibly even dangerous, but when I was with him, he made me feel so incredible that it didn't matter. I wanted to be with him, to feel him inside me, despite all my fears, or maybe because of them. The more he scared me, the more turned on I became.
The buttons of my dress were all completely undone, and it hung open on my otherwise naked body like a robe. A chill in the air made my skin prickle, or was it sexual excitement from where his lips had kissed my bare flesh?
Slowly, Tate peeled the garment from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of my shoes and stood before him, fully naked as he stared down at me, drinking in the sight of my body.
"God, you're beautiful," he sighed in a husky whisper. Grabbing my face with both hands, he drew me to him and kissed me with such overwhelming passion, it took my breath away. His mouth was starving for mine, and I kissed back just as hungrily.
He was still fully dressed in his dark gray suit, and I reached out and stroked his tie.
"My turn now to undress you," I whispered sensuously and loosened his tie with a quick movement of my hands. I peeled it off of him and let it fall to the floor while he grinned at me, stroking my blonde hair. Next, I took off his jacket and had him step out of his shoes. Now it was time for the shirt.
One by one, I unfastened the buttons, taking my time just as he had done to me, letting him suffer the agony of anticipation as his bare chest was slowly exposed.
With the shirt off, I caressed the muscles of his strong chest, tickling his abs with my nails and kissing his pectorals with my lips. When I came to his hard nipples, I couldn't resist giving one a hard pinch.
Tate reached up and grabbed my wrist with sudden force, yanking my hand away painfully.
"You like playing a little dirty, do you?" His eyes glistened with passion. "Tell me, are you a naughty girl?"
"No, I'm a good girl," I replied, suddenly feeling scared again, but in the best way.
"You liked it when I spanked you in my office." He lifted his brow at me.
All I could think about were those terrifying bullwhips hanging on his wall and how I didn't want him to use them on me.
"That was just playing for fun." My voice quivered. The rush of adrenaline in my body caused by the fear melded into intense arousal. There was something erotic about being afraid, and I found myself wanting him all the more because of it. With a sensuous smile, I continued, "I like to play all sorts of games."
"Show me what kind of games you enjoy, and I'll show you mine," he said as he released my wrist.
Smiling up at him seductively, I sunk down to my knees and removed his slacks and underwear, so he was now as naked as I was. I teased his fully erect dick with my tongue, lapping along the length of him with slow, sensual licks to draw out his pleasure, nipping at him with my lips and stroking him with my hands.
He ran his hands through my hair, encouraging me to keep going as I kissed every inch of his massive organ, taunting him without ever taking him into my mouth. When I finally did, he groaned with such pleasure, I wanted to make him come. With that goal in mind, I quickened my pace, sucking on his cock passionately and taking him as deep into my throat as I could go.
As I worked, my fingers caressed his balls, gently stroking the delicate skin. Then I found the sacred spot between a man's anus and his balls, and I stroked him there with my finger. Tate grunted louder, and his hands curled into fists in my hair, yanking it painfully. The pain only spurred me on, and I deep throated him with fast strokes, urging him to orgasm.
"Take it easy, or I'm going to come," Tate warned me, and I knew he was almost there. I grabbed his ass, squeezing his tight buns, and fucked him with my mouth as hard and fast as I could. His muscles spasmed and locked, and he groaned with ecstasy as his body clenched and let loose his load. Hot salty liquid gushed powerfully down my throat, and I swallowed it down hungrily, relishing in the knowledge that I'd brought him such pleasure with just my mouth.
"Oh my God, you're amazing," Tate moaned as he withdrew from my mouth and staggered back, weakly, with sweat beaded on his forehead.
"I wanted to give you a celebration present." I smiled up at him and then licked his dick clean lovingly with my tongue.
"That was an incredible gift. Now, let me give you one." He helped me back up to my feet and led me by the hand across the room. As we walked, he said, "You're the most incredible young woman I've ever met, and I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do. The way you are with Halle, how you've handled the strain of the media and being stuck in the house, and the way you are with me. No woman has ever made me come like that. No woman has ever made me feel the way you do."
"Thank you." I flushed. "You make me feel things no one has ever felt before, too."
"I'm glad. I want to do more of that for you. I want to share my most intimate secrets with you. I want to show you something very personal to me."
We came to a stop at the massive bookshelf that took up an entire wall in his bedroom, and I stared at it, wondering what he had in mind.
"I love books," I said enthusiastically, wondering if he planned to give me one as a special gift.
"I do, too. Especially this one." He pressed on an old worn book on the second shelf, and I saw that it wasn't a book at all, but a secret button. Suddenly, the bookshelf split open in the middle and slid open like a pair of doors, revealing a secret room hidden behind the wall.
"What is this?" I gasped with surprise. I was both scared and intrigued as I entered the room. Shelves of sex toys lined the walls, including bondage ropes, whips, and chains. There were vibrators, dildos, and most fascinating of all, I saw a suspension sex swing hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room.
"You like all these things?" I asked. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't tell if it was from fear or sexual excitement. I was no longer sure there was a difference between the two.
"I like all sorts of things, and I have a feeling
you do, too." Tate stroked my cheek. "That's why I wanted to bring you here, to share this you."
"You expect me to have sex with you in this?" I was stunned and yet titillated.
"Yes, you have to. If you don't, you'll be in violation of your obligations," he said, reminding me of my contract. Then his eyes dilated, and he continued, "But more than that, I know you want to."
I wanted to object, slap him across the face, and storm out of his sick, secret love dungeon, but I couldn't. Not because of the contract, but because he was right. I did want to. I wanted him to fuck me in that swing more than I'd ever wanted anything.
Chapter Twenty: Rachelle
"I've never seen one of these in real life." I reached out my hand and timidly stroked the black silk straps of the suspension sex swing. It was easy to see the sturdy construction and that the swing would be able to handle the full weight of my body, but I was surprised by just how soft the straps felt. Suddenly, it didn't look so intimidating, and I wondered how comfortable it would be to sit in it and let Tate make love to me.
"Just wait until you try it. You're going to love it," he whispered in my ear as he nibbled my neck.
"What do I have to do?" I asked nervously, and my hand that was touching the swing began to shake.
Tate took my trembling hand in his strong one and held it to his chest. Placing my palm over his heart, I could feel it beating. He gazed into my eyes then and said gently, "First, you have to relax. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I trust you," I replied, even though I wasn't sure if that were true.
"Good. Now close your eyes," he commanded. I did as I'd been told, and I felt his lips on my eyelids as he kissed them gently.
He kissed all over my face, and when he came to my mouth, he took me with such gentle passion that a moan escaped my throat and my arms curled up to encircle his strong neck, pressing my naked tits against his muscular chest.
"Keep your eyes closed," he insisted. I felt his hands caressing my slender body, memorizing every inch of my flesh as we kept kissing passionately. His hands found my breasts and cupped them, gently squeezing and fondling them as I arched my back, wanting more. His thumb rubbed over my nipple, stimulating me, until suddenly I felt the warmth of his hot, wet mouth sucking me there.
His teeth nipped at me gently, giving me little starts of pain that radiated in my pussy and made me want more. My hands curled into his hair, and I whispered to him, "Fuck me, now."
"Not yet. Not until you're begging me for it." Tate grinned.
"Oh, you think you're so good that I'll beg?" I teased playfully.
"There's only one way to find out," he taunted, and I took the bait.
"Show me," I said, and he suddenly grabbed me with his strong arms and picked me up, making me squeal with delight.
Tate hoisted me up into the swing, placing me gently on the narrow seat. Balancing myself there was tricky, but I managed to do it as Tate carefully and expertly fastened the silk waist belt around my mid-section. Next, he wound silk straps around my thighs and secured them into place by pulling the buckles tight. More straps were secured to my ankles and wrists until I felt like a puppet on strings.
"How does that feel? Is anything too tight?" he asked with concern, and I concentrated for a moment before I answered.
"It's very comfortable," I said with a bit of surprise.
"Good. Now lean back."
I leaned far back in the swing, gripping the straps with tight fists to keep from falling. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and I failed to see how this could possibly be sexy.
"Good. Now let go of the straps."
"I can't. I'll fall." My heart was beating rapidly at the thought. I was only about four feet off the ground, but it would still hurt, and I had no desire to bruise my backside on the hard cement floor.
"You won't fall," Tate insisted. "You said you trusted me. Now let go. It will be all right."
With a deep breath for courage, I forced myself to open my hands, letting go of the straps of swing. To my surprise, I didn't fall, but remained suspended in the air, held comfortably by the carefully placed straps. It was like floating in the air, and I giggled like a schoolgirl.
Tate gave me a gentle push, and I began to swing in the air, my hair flowing behind me. It was like flying, and I laughed aloud. Then he caught me in the air by the straps of the swing and pulled me to him by my feet.
"How do you like it?" he asked, holding my foot with a playful grin. I wiggled my toes flirtatiously.
"It's magical, like I'm floating," I beamed.
"You are," he said and kissed my foot. He pulled on a rope attached to a pulley system, raising the swing (and me in it) higher into the air until I was nearly six feet off the ground.
"I'm so high up," I mused, as Tate ran his hand and along my sensitive skin. My body was eye level with him now, making it easy for him to put his hot mouth on me without even having to bend or stretch.
"The best part about it is, with no bed underneath you to get in the way, I can access every part of your beautiful body."
To demonstrate his point, Tate kissed the underside of my heel, then worked his way up the back of my calf and all around my leg. I giggled when he kissed the back of my knee and moaned with pleasure as his mouth kissed the underside of my thigh, then circled around to the top. He moved up over my stomach, around my ribcage to my back. I squealed with delight as his tongue traced along my spine. Then his mouth worked a trail back up to my breasts, kissing all the way around them with gentle lips. He left no part of my body untouched, and I reveled in the pleasure of it, arching and writhing in the confines of the swing, suspended by the silk straps.
I marveled at how delicately Tate touched me and how gently he brought me pleasure. I couldn't imagine how anyone on earth could accuse him of murdering anyone. Not this man with the gentle hands and magical lips. He was too tender, too kind. And especially the way he said Rose was murdered: blunt force trauma or asphyxiation. Tate could never beat someone to death or choke the life of them. The idea was too monstrous for me to ever consider. Especially as he had me floating like a cloud, immersed in pure erotic pleasure.
As I dangled in the air, he spread my legs wide and stood between them. My pussy glistened with moisture as Tate kissed me there, too.
His tongue lapped along the inner lip of my labia, which was now slick with the juices of my arousal. Next, his tongue found my clitoris and flicked it playfully while I leaned back in the swing and moaned with ecstasy. As I kept leaning back, however, my movement never stopped, and I rotated 360 degrees, turning completely upside down for a moment before ending back up right where I started.
"What was that?" I gasped, making Tate chuckle.
"Let me show you." He rotated me slowly 180 degrees, turning me completely upside down within the confines of the swing. He grabbed me by the hips and tilted my body until I was at the perfect angle for him to access my pussy. He buried his face in it, licking and sucking my most sensitive folds until I was gasping and moaning with ecstasy. With the blood rushing to my brain, the stimulus on my pussy felt even more intense, and I felt an orgasm rising up inside me.
How could I have feared this man? This wonderful, gentle, incredible man who shows me nothing but kindness and pleasure? Everyone wanted me to fear him with their accusations and innuendos, but how could I?
Tate was so good to me; it was impossible to imagine him strangling anyone, let them beating them until they died. His hands were gentle instruments that brought indescribable pleasures. He was a giver of sensuous love, and I was falling for him.
"Let's see if I can make you orgasm like this." He inserted the fingers of his right hand into the slick tunnel of my pussy while he kept sucking my clit with his hot mouth.
"I'm going to come!" I gasped, and screams of rapture tore from my throat as I climaxed upside down in the swing while he fucked me with his hand.
I was still coming when he withdrew his hand and gently rotated the swing so I was lyin
g on my back, facing up towards the ceiling again. He adjusted the pulleys, lowering the height so I was level with his waist and sat me up, so it was as if I were sitting in a chair, suspended in the air.
My ragged gasps slowed, so I was almost breathing normally as my orgasm ebbed. A faint sheen of perspiration glistened on my skin as Tate pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around my torso, kissing me passionately. My legs were spread wide around his waist, and I felt something graze my inner thigh.
I looked down and saw he was fully erect once more, and I marveled at quickly he recovered. He had incredible stamina, and he made my own libido soar. My pussy was still quivering from my orgasm and dripping wet with my own come, and yet I hungered for more.
"Fuck me," I whispered seductively in his ear. "I want to feel your giant cock inside me."
"God, you’re sexy," Tate breathed. His hands were on my breasts, molding and squeezing them. I arched my back, pressing them further into his palm. He took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it gently at first, and then harder until I gasped aloud in pain.
"Please fuck me," I moaned, trying to arch my hips forward in the swing so he would enter me. The results made the swing glide backward away from him.
"Please fuck me. I've got to feel you inside me," I begged as the swing arced back towards him. He taunted me like this for a little while, pushing me back and forth in the swing. I could feel the breeze on my naked breasts and my wide-spread pussy, making me want him all the more.
Finally, he caught me in the swing and held me still. He took me in his arms again with my legs spread wide around him, kissing my lips, neck, and breasts. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the head of his erection against the outside of my pussy, stimulating my clitoris with it. The teasing was unbearable.
"Please stop torturing me and fuck me. I want to come so hard; I can't stand it," I cried.
"I knew I could get you to beg for it." He grinned playfully with mock conceit. "Now, you can have it.
Finally, he gave me what I wanted. With his lips on my mouth and his hand on my breast, he slid his hard dick into my desperate slot. Deeper and deeper he sank as my tight wet folds welcomed him with sweet relief.