by Golden Angel
Talking out deep issues over the phone seemed like a poor substitute for face to face when they actually lived together. It would be one thing if they were a long distance relationship, but as it was…
Yech. Even in her head she was babbling a little. Being on the outs with Todd was extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately he didn't make her wait long before texting her back.
I'll be home soon.
She made a face at her phone before dropping it on the couch next to her. Soon... what defined soon? It could be anywhere from one minute to thirty. Maybe even more. Although Todd was pretty good about being on time for things so hopefully he wouldn't make her wait long. Especially because there really wasn't anything on television to garner her interest. Saturday afternoons were not exactly prime viewing hours. Oooo... Law and Order: SVU marathon! She and Diana used to call it Law and Order: FUS - as in Fucked-Up Shit. Which it was, but it was also a damn good show and she hadn't seen the current episode playing, which meant that she actually had a chance of being sucked in so that the time didn't go by so slowly.
Actually she was so deeply involved in the mystery of finding out who killed the little girl that by the time Todd got home fifteen minutes later she didn't go running to meet him. Well, and that was partly due to her own pride since she didn't want him to think that he was immediately forgiven. It didn't take him long to find her, or to put his hands on her shoulders from behind and lean down to kiss her left temple.
"FUS?"
"Well I had to do something while I waited for you to get home," she said, letting a little hint of banter enter her voice to know that she wasn't truly angry at him anymore. "And I hadn't seen this one before."
"Ah," he said as he came around the side of the couch, sitting down and sliding his arm around her shoulders. "Hence the lack of interest in my return."
She made a little huffing sound, not quite an answer. After all, she wasn't disinterested in the fact that he was back... but now that he was here she still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to say to him. Or him to her. And it really was a good show. Part of her also wanted to stand her ground a little bit more and make him 'pay' for going behind her back, but the truth was she liked cuddling with him and she wanted to snuggle into his warmth. So she did, deciding that pride wasn't worth giving up cuddling.
Todd curved his arm around her, tucking her in even closer to his body and resting his chin on top of her head. Whether or not she was angry at him, she liked being in that little nook. And she appreciated that he didn't want to just get back into the argument the second he got home.
"So where'd you go?" she asked when the next commercial break came up.
"Chad's."
"Oh yeah? What'd he have to say?" she asked curiously, moving away from him just enough that she could look at him rather than stay tucked up beneath him. She wanted to see his face. As she moved her upper body away, Todd reached out and grabbed her legs, pulling them over his lap and Allison giggled as he raised one of his eyebrows at her. Even now, while they hadn't made up yet, he managed to make her feel loved and like he couldn't get enough of her. Another girl might not allow him to maneuver her around like that, might try to make him work harder, but Allison didn't think he'd done anything out of any kind of malicious motivation and she wasn't going to play games. She was ready to work things out and she acted like it.
"That he's missed you at the family dinners," Todd teased gently, rubbing his hand over her ankle as Allison bristled a little bit, eying him suspiciously. She was only ready to forgive if he was ready to ask for it. "And that he thinks your parents have been unreasonable and he understands why you have been waiting for them to make the first move."
Looking into his dark brown eyes, Allison could see the warmth and understanding. "I thought you understood that too."
"I did - do." He ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it in the way he did when he was searching for the right words. Hiding a little smile, Allison did her best to keep a stern look on her face, but she knew that her expression had softened. It always did when he ruffled his hair like that. "But I think it had also become pretty obvious that they are just as stubborn as you are and that someone needed to break the ice. I think they even realized that they were wrong to try and make you do everything their way, but they're also worried about you and they think they know the best way to make sure that you're happy and secure."
"It would have been nice to hear it from them."
"Neither of you would have heard anything because I think you're all stubborn enough to just sit around and wait for someone else to make the first move." Todd raised his eyebrow at her again, this time in a challenging way. "Would you have eventually decided to be the bigger person and reach out?"
"You still should have talked to me before talking to them," Allison said grumpily, although she couldn't argue with his point. Maybe the stalemate with her parents had gotten a little ridiculous. Sure they were being unreasonable, but in a lot of ways so was she. Was she really expecting her proud parents to come crawling to her? And talking to them, as long as she held her ground, couldn't be considered crawling on her part. But she'd found it easier to just keep pushing it off and concentrate on the other things in her life, the things that were easy and made her happy. Deep down she knew that her parents probably wouldn't have turned her away if she'd come back to talk to them, even if she'd insisted on going her own way in life. The only thing that had been keeping her from doing so was the small fear that maybe they did care more about their status then about her, and her own pride. The pride that she got from them, the same pride that was probably keeping them from her right now.
That was an unsettling thought, mostly because she didn't want to be as unrelentingly proud and uncompromising as her parents.
"Yes, I should have," Todd said, interrupting her thoughts as he reached out to cup his hand around her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. Allison turned her head a little, to press her lips against his palm. "But then the proposal wouldn't have been a surprise. And every time I brought up trying to talk to your parents you became kinda unreasonable." A small smile played upon his lips and she smiled back reluctantly, knowing that he was right.
"I just don't want you making unilateral decisions about things that affect both of us. Especially when it comes to something to do with my family," she said.
"And I won't. At least I’ll try not to, I definitely won’t do it again on purpose." Reaching for her, he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist as she placed her hands on his face, tipping his head back to look up at her. "That wasn't my intention. But I don't think that there's ever going to be anything else that I would need to keep from you anyway. I'm only planning on proposing once."
"Oh well that's good to know."
They smiled at each other.
“I just want to make things right for you. Always. And I hated seeing how depressed you were whenever you talked about graduating, I could practically see you thinking about them and wondering if they were going to be around for that. Also, considering how many points I already had against me in their books, I figured that asking for their blessing on proposing to you would probably give me a few points in my favor.”
“Blessing not permission?”
He gave a little growl. “Do you think I’m the kind of guys who asks for permission to marry my girlfriend? Besides which, you don’t need your parents’ permission for anything, you can make up your own mind. I just wanted them to know my plans and they obviously thought they knew what your answer would be.”
“Well that’s good,” she said thoughtfully. She rather liked that Todd hadn’t asked for permission, and yet had still given a respectful nod to the old fashioned custom.
“I just wanted to fix things for you. I couldn’t stand seeing you unhappy when there was something I could do about it, and on top of that I wanted your parents to know who I was and to know that I was taking care of you.”
“
I do understand that, I really do,” she said with a little sigh, running her hand over his chest. “And I accept that you had the best of intentions.”
"If it helps, I think that your parents still aren't thrilled that you're with an up and coming businessman rather than someone who's already more established," Todd teased. "But because they miss you and love you, they grabbed at the chance to talk to me and have me help mend the breach."
"Actually that does help a little," she teased back, snuggling into him as the show came back on.
They watched without talking all the way through to the next commercial break, which was also the end of the show and Allison sighed in contentment.
"I am sorry about storming out this morning," she said a little ruefully. "I needed the space to cool off but I shouldn't have just left like that."
"It's alright," Todd said, shifting her around in his arms for a more comfortable position. "I understood. And I should have told you in a better way."
"I could maybe wish that you were a little less understanding," Allison murmured, sliding her nails up the back of Todd's neck and into his hair, raising goose bumps along his skin as he gave a small shiver.
"Oh really?"
"Yes." She curled her fingers through the silky soft strands along the nape of his neck, giving him a rather coy look. "I'd really like to see what our sex room looks like you know."
There was a moment of silence as Todd mused over her words, his cock hardening beneath her bottom. It wasn't the first time it had done that since she'd gotten on his lap, but it had a tendency to waver off and on since they while they hadn’t been doing anything sexual.
"Alright," he said, slowly standing as he shifted her around in his arms, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Allison felt her body tighten in excitement. "I think I'm ready to show you."
As he flipped her over his shoulder so that she was hanging down with her face at the small of his back, she gave a small shriek and laughed as he began moving towards the stairs.
"I can walk you know!"
Todd slapped her upturned ass, eliciting another shriek. "I prefer you like this."
The area that he'd hit smarted, but in a good way. Allison grinned as she hung over his shoulder. Not only was she going to get to see the room, but she felt quite certain that she was heading for a very pleasurable punishment. Taking the lead last night had been a lot of fun, but right now she couldn't think of anything better than being at Todd's mercy.
"I think I'm going to like being married to you."
Chapter 8
The room was darkly and erotically gorgeous.
Todd had preceded her into the room, after setting her down outside so that she could take off her clothes. She’d walked in to find him adjusting what looked like a gynecologist’s exam table, only this one had leather restraints where no true doctor’s would.
But what really took up her attention was the ceiling to floor mirror that completely covered the far side of the room. No matter where they were in the room, at least one of them would be able to look over and watch their reflections in the mirror. Suddenly she realized that the apparatus she must have been bent over the last time was actually facing that mirror. Todd would have been able to watch every facial expression, every twitch of her body in that mirror as he’d caned her; and if she hadn’t been blindfolded the she would have too.
The beauty of such an arrangement stunned her and she had the immediate desire to watch Todd wreaking his erotic havoc on her restrained and willing body.
Aware that Todd had turned his attention to watching her, Allison ignored him and looked around the room. Since he wasn’t calling her over she assumed that he was willing to indulge her curiosity and she wanted to take advantage of it while she could.
The floor was hardwood and there were a few places that what looked like bolts and rings had been drilled into it. The spacing of the rings seemed rather significant, no need to guess what their use might be for. There were more rings hanging from the ceiling; some near the rings on the floor, others over other various apparatus. There was something that looked like a cross between a gymnastics horse and a balance beam, well padded. The thing she had been bent over last time looked almost like a massage table, with select sections cut out and redesigned, and it was tilted forward to put the subject’s ass in the air. Across the room from that was a wooden beam, polished smooth, with a narrow rounded top, at just below hip height. Along the walls were various instruments of torture – flogs, crops, canes – and the wall right next to her had an armoire that she was sure held even more. A Saint Andrew’s cross was set up near where a multitude of whips were hanging, so that Todd wouldn’t have to step far away if he wanted to change what he was using.
There was nothing resembling a bed.
“So what do you think?” Todd asked, leaning against the gyno table, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He’d taken off his shirt but he was still wearing his jeans and he looked mouth-wateringly good and also extremely intimidating.
“I think…” Allison looked around the room again. “I think we could spend a lot of time in here.”
A wide, anticipatory grin spread across his face. “I think so too.” He patted the table next to him and his voice lowered to a purr. “Now get your pretty little ass over here.”
She was too excited to argue, wondering what he was going to do, what was going to come next. The table was set up sideways to the mirror, so that she could watch if she wanted but it would be from the side; really keeping her focus on him would be much more intimate and erotic. She was a little disappointed that the mirror wouldn’t be very useful this time around, but there would be plenty of other times.
Todd helped her up onto the table and to get her feet into the stirrups, putting her arms over her head and restraining them so that she was stretched out and her ass was just at the end of the table. He wrapped another leather strap around her ribcage, just underneath her stomach and one around each thigh and ankle, completely immobilizing her. Allison shuddered at the smooth embrace of the leather around her body and limbs, loving the security of being wrapped up by Todd. It was a strangely comforting feeling for something that made her so vulnerable.
Spreading the stirrups, Todd pushed her legs far apart until her muscles began to strain.
“That’s enough,” she said, pleading. “It hurts…”
Her pussy lips were gaping open he had spread her so wide, her knees pointed upwards slightly to give him the best possible view of her vulnerable assets.
“Alright, Princess,” he murmured, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. She knew that he wasn’t actually laughing at her, just at the fact that she was complaining about it hurting when she knew that more erotic punishment and pain would soon be on the way.
Adjusting a few levers, he secured the stirrups in that position and then went to get a gag, silencing any more protests or pleas. Taking one of her hands, he put a bean bag into it, curling her fingers around the malleable object.
“If you need to safe word, just drop this,” he said.
Immediately her pulse spiked and her eyes got big, pupils dilating. Allison always trusted Todd not to push her past her limits, and they’d had plenty of time to explore what those limits were… she rarely desired something extra when she was gagged, trusting that he would know when to stop. The fact that he was giving her a way to end their play time, despite her gag, added a depth of vulnerability and anxiety that set her heart racing. Especially since this wasn’t really for a real punishment.
Then again, he never gagged her when he was actually punishing her.
It might just be a prop to tantalize her mind, but if so it was working.
Allison quivered in her bonds, anticipation high. The bean bag pressed against the underside of her engagement ring, a symbol of his possession of her, reminding her that she and Todd were going to be doing this for the rest of their lives. It added an entirely new level of intimacy to the proceedings that alm
ost made her ache inside with a kind of overwhelming joy. She wanted him to do this to her, to possess her, to feed the needs that were burning inside of her that no one else had ever seen or bothered to discover.
There was just something so freeing about having no control, having willingly given it over to him. She had walked to the table, put herself on it and allowed him to secure her to it; made the choice to allow him to take her into a place of pain and pleasure.
With rounded hazel eyes, she watched as he walked over to the wall, making a selection of choosing a whip. He picked up one with multiple strands, long and flexible, one that she hadn’t seen before. Each rubber strand was about a foot long and they made a whistling sound as he swung it experimentally through the air. Stopping at the armoire, he opened it and pulled nipple clamps and a bottle of something that she couldn’t quite see from one of the drawers before coming back to her.
“This is going to be… interesting,” he said, with a glinting look in eyes that made her shiver. The kind of anticipation that a person gets when they’re about to have a curiosity satisfied. Setting the implements of torture down on a small table next to her, he brushed one brown curl off of her face, admiring her hazel eyes with their flecks of gold, filled with trust and anticipation. She was so beautiful. And all his. Gently he leaned over and her eyelids fluttered shut. He kissed each one and she moaned in the back of her throat.
Going to stand between her splayed thighs, he ran his fingers up her pussy, smiling as she attempted to arch her back to meet his hands and find that she couldn’t, thanks to the straps across her body and thighs. Her eyes pleaded for a firmer touch. Already she was completely soaked, the smell of her arousal slowly filling the air around them.
Lowering his lips to that wet mouth, he gently blew on her heated flesh, making her moan as he teased her body. Lasciviously, he licked along the insides of her thighs, letting his tongue linger as he got closer to her swollen flesh, the little muffled noises she was making begging him to come closer to her core. Ignoring her body’s pleas, he spread her ass cheeks with his fingers and slipped his tongue into that confined space, wriggling the tip of it against her tight anus, awakening the nerve endings clustered there. Allison groaned and tried to heave her hips, trying to get her body to open further for him, so that he could really lick that small hole… to no avail.