by Adler
He takes something from the nightstand drawer. I strain to see what he has, but he keeps it concealed. I then feel something warm being spread on my clit with his fingers. Must be some kind of lube. He penetrates me with two fingers, probes around, and eventually finds my magic spot. I wriggle my hips under his probing hands but can’t move much else due to the restraints.
The sensation is mind-boggling. I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life. While his fingers continue to pleasure me inside, he leans down, takes my clit into his mouth, and begins to suckle and gently nibble on it with his teeth. Whoa, that’s it, I’ve gone into oblivion. I suddenly feel like I’m no longer connected to my body, but somehow in a different universe. I feel one wave of convulsion after another and he doesn’t stop. He keeps flicking his tongue across the engorged tip of my clit while his fingers pulsate on my magic spot. I can’t take it, my body has one rolling orgasm after another and it just doesn’t seem to stop. I can hear myself screaming, but I can’t stop that either. I’m panting and then I start sobbing uncontrollably. Harrison withdraws his fingers, comes up to my head, and gives me a deep passionate kiss. I can taste my sex on him as well as something fruity, mandarin orange maybe. He holds me for a minute and then releases me.
“We aren’t done in here yet.”
What? Not done? Is he the ever-ready bunny or a teenager in a man’s body?
Harrison reaches down to my crotch and spreads more of the warm liquid on my “P” and clit. He rubs some on his shaft all the while his eyes remain locked on mine. Holy hell, there it goes again, that tightening of my pelvic muscles and my body anticipating his entry. With my legs still tied and spread eagle, he glides his length into me. Oh, how good that feels. It’s so intense, especially with that love potion he’s put on us. It heats things up even more than they already are. My legs are spread so far that it makes easy entry for him. He takes his time though. He withdraws his dick and then teases my swollen entrance with his swollen tip. He moves in and out very slowly and methodically. On the last withdrawal, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down as he thrusts his cock up deep into my “P”. He doesn’t let up; he keeps urging his cock deeper and deeper into me. I can feel his balls on my “P” and his pelvis rubbing against my clit. He continues moving his dick inside me without withdrawing. The sensation is all-consuming and I can feel another orgasm ready to escape.
“Look at me when you cum, Danielle,” he rasps as we continue to lock eyes. He reaches up, cups my breast, and pinches my nipple, which sends me over the edge once again. I can feel his cock cumming inside me and his ragged breath on my neck with his face now buried in the covers. Deep guttural moans escape his lips. After a few moments, his breathing has returned to normal and I hear the instrumental version of Barry White’s “Let’s get it on” coming faintly from the bathroom. Oh, how cliché can you get!
We laid there like that for what felt like an hour. It might have been because when we got up it was still quite light outside but the sunset was approaching soon. I move to get up and realize I’m still tied up. I sit up to untie myself and his hand reaches out to stop me. He pulls me closer to him and nuzzles my neck. I lie there and let him snuggle me. He sits up a minute later and begins untying me. Then he lies back down and snuggles close again. This is not what I would have expected. So, Harrison Towers is a snuggler. I like that.
Chapter Twelve
I awake with a start. I’m disoriented. Where am I? I look out the window to a dark and drizzly night. I realize I’m at Harrison’s Penthouse, he’s lying next to me, breathing softly. As I lie there watching the rise and fall of his perfectly chiseled chest, I feel warm, safe and confused. I roll a little to my right side to look at the clock. 2:15 AM. Why am I wide-awake at this hour? Seems to be a recurring theme when I stay with Harrison. Wide-awake and unable to tame my thoughts. It also occurs to me that I’m starving. We never ate dinner and I hadn’t eaten any of the food at the reception yesterday. I look at Harrison and stare at the profile of his sexy-as-hell face in the streaming moonlight. I resist the urge to reach over and trace the outline of those dangerous lips with my tongue.
My mouth goes a little dry, as my mind settles back on my situation at hand. Do I let my guard down, trust this man and give myself to him fully, or do I keep that line in the sand drawn, protecting myself from potential harm and more heartache? I suddenly feel my chest tighten and I feel trapped. It doesn’t help that his arm is draped across my midsection. The tricky part is that my mind gets ahead of reality. Harrison Towers has given me no reason to think this is anything more than an intense attraction, a sex fling.
With that thought, I urgently need to get some fresh air. I gently move his arm to his side and quietly slip myself out of bed. Oooh, this travertine floor is so cold on the feet. While walking out I’m practically on-Pointe’ so my feet don’t come into full contact with the iceberg floor. I stop off at his closet and help myself to one of his white button up dress shirts that is fresh and clean.
Out in the living room I sit down on the sofa and stare out the windows. It occurs to me that I love the rainfall, especially when it’s lightly trickling down the glass. Despite the clouds and rain, the full moon looks luminous and alluring. I unlock the veranda doors and slip outside to the cool wet early September night. I walk out to the glass railing and gaze out over the rushing river below. I take a cleansing deep breath and close my eyes, tilting my head toward the sky and allowing the rain to wash over me. I can feel my nipples stand at high alert under his Egyptian cotton dress shirt. The loose fabric of the shirt is now clinging to my body and my hair is dripping wet with droplets of water slowly moving down my face.
While I lean against the railing taking it all in, I think about Harrison and what he does to my body. I feel my “P” warming just from the thought of his hands travelling over me and taking me. I let my right hand find my clit and start rubbing. Once again, the thought of Harrison doing this to me fuels the fire beneath my own fingers. I start to rub it in circles and feel myself wet to my own touch. As I start to pick up the pulsating rhythm, I get the sense that I am not alone. As I turn my head to look behind me, I suddenly feel a lightning bolt strike me from behind and my whole body is on fire. Harrison reaches his hands around to my front and takes over where my hands were. He rubs up against my back and gently nudges me forward to lean against the railing.
He whispers in my ear, “I missed you and when I came to find you, I find this moon goddess pleasuring herself on my veranda. Now I am going to light up the night sky with our bodies colliding. Location number four.”
Oh, he is a Word Smith too, that’s all I need; I feel my loins burning out of control.
His left hand is now on my clit, moving in slow tortuous circles. He brushes his index finger over my “P” and then slowly penetrates me. I moan and feel my breath hitching at the back of my throat. With my back arched against him I can feel how turned on he is. The feeling of his hard cock at my back makes me even wetter and the tight feeling in my lower abdomen is quickening. While he licks the side of my neck, he lifts my wet shirt over my head and discards it on the cement floor with a splat. He starts with the back of my neck, licking the raindrops off my body. Working his way to my front, he gently turns my torso to face him, he bends over and takes my left breast into his mouth, his teeth lightly biting my nipple. The shooting sensation down to my loins makes me squirm and ready for release.
He moans and then turns me back around to face the river before bending me over at the waist and spreading my legs farther apart with his own. He takes his cock into his hand and moves it toward the entrance to my paradise. Very slowly, almost to the point of it being in slow motion, he urges his cock in me; I feel every contour and inch of his firmness slipping into my hot wetness. Oh, this is torture. Just pound me, damn it! I hardly realize that I’m gasping for air and choking on the ecstasy. He’s orchestrating a melodic rhythm that my body already knows the tune to. I feel my body moving against his. Faster and faster,
he moves in and out of me while I’m pinned between his supple body and the hard lines of the glass railing. Closer and closer I get to my crescendo when I’m vaguely aware of hearing him yell out my name and we both cum in unison, while the pouring rain rinses us clean.
The next morning I awaken feeling rested and really sore. I can’t remember ever having this much sex in a 24 hour span of time. I roll to my side and see that Harrison is already up. I glance at the clock and see that it is 9:10 AM. Wow, I really overslept. I then realize I have the walk of shame ahead of me. I can take a quick shower, but I have to put on my clothes from yesterday. It’s not as if we are in a house where I can hurry out to my car. No, I have to walk through an entire lobby that is sure to be occupied with the lobby receptionist, the new office tenants moving in and other general building activities. I slip out of bed, walk into the bathroom, and am shocked to see my black overnight satchel sitting on the floor of the bathroom. On the counter sits my toothbrush, makeup kit, blow dryer, brush and I notice that even my hair products are in the shower. I
look over and see one of my dresses hanging on the freestanding valet. How the hell are my things here? Think about it, he must have gone to my condo while I was sleeping and used my keys to allow himself access to my things. I mean why not, he had access to almost every surface of my body last night. All but one really, but my back end is off limits. At least for now. I smirk to myself.
After a long cleansing shower, I ready myself for the day. I slip on the outfit that was set out for me. An electric blue classic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress that Simone insisted I splurge on, and the pumps I wore yesterday. He even thought to grab a chunky silver pendant that hangs just above my cleavage. I finish drying my hair and stare back at my reflection, I look happy. I scold myself, yeah, you just got rocked five times last night, or was it six? Let’s see, once in the living room, then the shower and the tub and even though it was one climax, in there it was technically two locations. Then there was the bedroom; three, the balcony; four. Then when we went in and finally ate some food at 3:30 AM that would be five. I’ll have to correct Harrison on the sex count. Wow, no wonder I’m so sore.
I finish putting my things in my bag when I hear the bathroom intercom beep, then I hear his silky voice. “Danielle? Are you ready for our day?”
Our day? I wasn’t aware we were having a day together. “Harrison, I’m dressed, I’ll be right out.”
I grab the satchel, head down the hallway, and deposit my bag by the waterfall in front of the elevator. I find him sitting at the tempered glass dining table. As I walk into the room and he looks up from his papers, his eyes lock on mine and I go weak in the knees. He smiles at me and stands.
“Good morning. I trust you slept well?”
Yeah, after we finally got to bed at 5:00 AM.
“Good morning to you as well. I slept well once I actually got to sleep.” I provide him my own smirk. “Oh, thank you for going to my condo and grabbing my things! I was dreading the walk of shame this morning.”
“You are quite welcome, Danielle but I didn’t actually go, it was Philippe. Speaking of Philippe, would you like him to whip up some of his famous crepes for you?”
How fancy! “I’m fine with just some toast and maybe some Greek yogurt if you have some.” I’m dying. The thought of the strange little French man going through my things makes me feel a little violated no matter how grateful I am for fresh clothes and makeup.
“Nonsense, I can see in your eyes that you would love some crepes. I would too, as a matter of fact. Hope there is enough whipped cream left after last night.” He gives me a wink.
Okay, here we go again, I feel my face flooding with crimson red. I think of last night and how he used that whipped cream. My blood starts to boil again while my body betrays me by getting moist between my legs.
“Harrison! You’re making me blush. I’ll have some crepes if it’s not too much trouble. “
He smiles then gets up and disappears into the kitchen. I help myself to some coffee from the French press. I glance over and see that he was reading some kind of legal papers. Hmm, must be his latest acquisition or conquest. I sip at my coffee, look out over the river, and remember last night or actually early this morning.
After we had both climaxed outside on the balcony, we came in exhausted and drenched from the rain. He headed to the bedroom and grabbed some fresh towels and we dried off. He also handed me another of his dress shirts and wrapped the towel around his waist. He is just way too sexy, and I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him with nothing on but a towel at his waist. Despite the fact I was totally and utterly exhausted from our sex fest, I could have easily gone there again. I felt the warmth between my legs return and I knew that all he had to do was lose the towel and I would be willing to go at it again.
Instead, since we were both starving, we went into the kitchen to satiate our growling tummies. I sat on one of the bar stools at the enormous island while he opened the refrigerator and examined the contents.
“I must remember to give Philippe a raise; he seems to anticipate my every need before I realize I have a need,” he said as he pulled out assembled trays of meats, cheeses and an assortment of antipasto accoutrements. He turned to smirk at me as he pulled out another bottle of bubbly.
“That is very nice. You have a faithful employee in Philippe.”
He popped the champagne cork and poured us each a glass. He handed me one and clinked the crystal.
“Yes, I certainly do. He has been with me for over 20 years. He came to work for my family and has continued ever since. “
“Does he have a wife or kids?”
He walked into the pantry, returned with a loaf of Baguette bread, tore some pieces off, and placed them in the middle of one of the platters. We both started shoveling the food into our mouths. Never mind decorum when two growling tummies are making their presence known.
“No. Well, he used to, but she left him, took the kids and moved back to France somewhere. He would get Christmas cards and yearly updates with pictures from time to time, but she would never allow him to see or talk to the kids.”
“Wow! Do you know why she left him? I mean that’s pretty harsh.”
“He said she went back to France for her true love and ended up marrying her childhood sweetheart. It’s a bit cliché for my blood, but I really feel for him.”
He ate another piece of bread with salami and provolone piled on top finished by some brown mustard.
“So, did he ever marry again? Is he in contact with his kids now?”
“He never married again, but I think he has a paramour on the side in Montreal. His son actually moved back to Montreal when he came of age and he works for me now.”
“What does his son do for you?” I eat another olive.
“Let’s just say he conducts research for me among other things.”
He refilled our glasses and took another sip.
“Oh, what kind of research?”
He studied my face for a minute.
“That is actually confidential, but enough about my faithful employee and his life. Let’s talk about you.”
I nearly choked on my pickled asparagus spear.
“What do you want to know?”
“Well, how is it you are still sitting there when I could have you sprawled on all fours on this slab of cement tasting your sweetness?”
I took a huge swig of champagne and the bubbles ended up tickling my nose. I let out a giggle and he took that as a go ahead. He quickly moved the trays to another counter, took a last swig of his champagne and while doing this, his towel dropped from his waist to the floor revealing his hard intentions.
He picked me up off the bar stool and set me down on the cement slab island. It was cold on my behind, but it sent warm jolts through my body. I felt a little giddy while I waited to see what he wanted to do to me next.
“Location number four, Danielle.”
And with that, he laid me down and made work of unb
uttoning the shirt with his teeth. After he successfully undid each of the buttons, he ran his tongue over my newly exposed flesh. He continued the process until the last button had been opened. Once removed, he tossed it onto the barstool. I lay there on the cold cement with my nipples standing at attention and my body singing hot. He moved to the refrigerator and removed a couple of items. I could feel a quickening in my loins as the anticipation built. He moved quickly across the kitchen to the microwave and popped something inside. Ding announced the microwave. He pulled out whatever he had heated up. He reached over to the control center on the wall and pushed a button and I instantly heard a pulsating beat that was mostly instrumental with a few sultry words. Ah, sexy background music, nice touch.
He returned to my side and told me to close my eyes. Following his directions, I closed my eyes. I then felt warm liquid trickling over my left breast and then my right, followed by his tongue tracing the lines the warm liquid left. He then covered my right breast with his mouth and sucked, and then he turned and licked the left breast clean of the warm substance. He drizzled a trail of warmth down my torso allowing the liquid to ooze down my crotch and puddle between my legs. He began to lick the liquid trail and ended up at the end of the trail with his face buried between my legs until my privates were licked clean of the liquid. I tried to sneak a peek while his face was buried between my legs, but he reached up and wagged his finger at me. I laid my head back, closed my eyes, and decided to lie back and enjoy the tongue-lashing. After he finished lapping up the rest of the goop from my clit, I could hear him on the move again as he trailed his fingers up to my neck, grabbed my face with his hand and planted a big juicy chocolate syrup kiss on me. Oh, his lips and tongue tasted delicious. He then stepped away and I could hear him grabbing something else off the counter next to the refrigerator. I opened one eye to peek.
“Tsk tsk, Danielle, don’t be a naughty girl, otherwise I may need to punish you.” I giggled.