“You know the drill,” she states as she steps behind me.
Yes, I do know the drill. I know to use my word when I’m pushed beyond my limit. It’s only happened a handful of times in all these years. It had been when things had gotten very rough or out of control, mostly because I was with the wrong person for the wrong reason.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
Her voice, husky but firm, comes from over my shoulder. My fingers immediately find the buttons, pushing them through their holes. Working my way down, I get to my waist and pull the shirt from my jeans until it hangs open.
Then I feel her hands on me, tracing the edge of the leather collar, traveling down my neck, under my shirt, over my shoulders, shoving the shirt down my arms and off of me. As she runs her palms up my back, she snags my undershirt and pulls it up and over my head, tossing it to the side.
Her hands are on me again, this time she’s digging her nails into my skin and raking them down my back. I arch against the pain and huff out a breath. Not hard enough to score my flesh but enough to make me very aware of how long her nails are.
Fuck. Me.
She reaches around me to unbuckle my belt and the overflowing mounds of her breasts press into my back and I can’t help but groan. I want my face buried in them; I want her nipples in my mouth. I want to test her wetness with my fingers and tongue. And then ultimately my cock.
Heat rolls through me as I wonder what she’s wearing underneath the skirt, if anything.
Her fingers play along my zipper, along the hard bulge in my jeans. She unfastens them, unzips, then she’s gone again, moving around to the front of me.
“Kick off your shoes.”
I do, sending them flying into the corner of her room.
Sliding her hands into the waistband of my jeans, she shoves them down with my boxer briefs at the same time. And she goes with them, bending over as she pushes them lower, over my knees until they fall to my ankles. She drops down and taps my right leg and I lift it automatically. She pulls the leg of my jeans, my sock and my underwear off one side and repeats with the other.
When I stand before her totally naked, my erection bobs in the air, beading with precum as I stare down at her crouching at my feet.
She gazes up my body, her eyes coming to my cock and she licks her lips. And don’t I just feel that deep in my balls...
As she comes up, she drags her tongue along my length, capturing the precum with the tip, then tastes it.
“Beautiful, Noah.”
Yes, I have to agree, what she just did was absolutely beautiful.
“You take care of yourself,” she murmurs as she straightens with a smile that cuts right through me.
“Yes.”
“I’m pleased.”
“I’m here to please you.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Now, move to the doorway.”
I glance over my shoulder to her open bedroom door, that’s when I notice the eyebolts in the corners of the jamb, top and bottom. And next to it on the floor is what looks like Neoprene cuffs. Nothing hardcore since they fasten with Velcro. Something used on the willing.
And I’m certainly that.
* * *
Brianna:
His body is amazing, still a runner’s body. Trim, hard, sculpted. And it’s all mine. At least for tonight. My heart thumps in my throat with my barely contained excitement, but I must remain in control. For me. For him.
I have so many things I want to do to him, do with him, and so little time to do it. So, I’ve picked a few of my favorite toys to play with. Ones I know will not invoke his safe word.
As he moves to the doorway as I asked, or demanded, more like it, I watch the play of his muscles under his skin in the soft light of my bedroom. His ass though... the indentations in the glutes makes my mouth water. I can’t wait to feel the flex of those muscles under my fingers and calves when he’s pumping into me.
But we’re not there yet. We must play first.
I must give him what he needs to make this extraordinary. I must take what I need in hope of redemption.
When he reaches the doorway, I bark out an order. “Face me. Arms and legs spread-eagle. Touch the corners of the jamb.”
He turns, his dark blond hair falling across his forehead, reminding me of when we were young and so innocent. I can see the gleam in his eyes as I approach him. Luckily, he’s tall enough that the doorway will work perfectly to place him in the position I want him in. But he’s not too tall where I can’t reach him comfortably while wearing my heels.
When he’s where I want him, I murmur, “Don’t move.” I gather the Neoprene cuffs and carefully strap his ankles wide, then I stand and restrain his wrists above him. “Pull,” I order and he does. They hold fast. “Good, my pet.” The nickname slips out before I can stop it but I’m thrilled to watch him shudder when I call him that. Perfect. It will remain.
I leave him for a moment to pick up two things from the side table that sits along my wall.
As I slip the wide blindfold over his eyes, I’m almost wondering whether I should forego it. Shame, really, to cover such beautiful, expressive eyes. Maybe later I will leave it off. But for now...
“Can you see me, my pet?”
He releases a long breath. “No.”
“Do you want to see me?”
“Yes,” he hisses, which makes me smile. Now, to begin...
I check the Wartenberg pinwheel in my hand. One of my favorites. Unlike pinwheels from when we were children that spin in the breeze, this pinwheel is oh so adult. It reminds me of a cowboy’s spur. The handle is made of metal, with twenty sharp needle-like points radiating from its wheel. It could be used twofold... to bring pleasure or to bring pain, depending on the pressure, depending on its use.
But for now, I want my pet to be hard, ready for me for when I’m ready for him. I want him to be driven to please me after I please him.
Give and take. I will give and I will take. He will come along for the ride.
“One Mississippi,” I murmur as I roll the wheel along his skin from his pelvis up his belly to his chest. He sucks in his stomach and blows out a breath, his cock twitching, leaking between us.
“Two Mississippi.” I lightly direct it over his right nipple.
“Ah fuck,” he mutters, his jaw tight.
“Three Mississippi.” I roll it to his left nipple, over the very hard tip and he jerks in his restraints.
“Bree,” he breathes.
I love my name on his lips when he’s engulfed in pleasure, it makes my pussy clench. I want to take him there and squeeze him tight, feel him fill me up and make me orgasm mindlessly.
But it’s too soon. We’ve only just begun.
I roll the pinwheel along the tender underside of his arms which are exposed as they stretch before me. I roll it down his chest again, over his stomach, pushing harder this time, leaving marks behind.
“Yes?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he groans.
Not that I’d change my course of action if he’d said no. He knows what he needs to say to stop me.
I continue my path along his waist, over his hips, down his thighs, his muscles tightening, clenching, twitching. Then behind his knees, down his calves, around his ankles. If I didn’t have him bound, I’d do the bottom of his feet and drive him mad.
I’m disappointed I can’t. Maybe next time.
Now on my knees in front of him, I roll it along his inner thighs, coming to the apex of his legs. I study him, the pinwheel gripped tightly in my hand. He’s stunning. His cock is no more than average length, but the girth is remarkable and his balls hang heavy just waiting for my touch.
I don’t know if I should give him that just yet, because I find myself fighting my own urges. And if I give in to them, I’m no longer in control.
No matter what, I don’t want to disappoint Noah again. Not now, not ever.
I rake my nails over his length, then over the tip and a noise escapes him that t
urns my nipples into even harder points. Lightly, I roll the pinwheel down his length, just missing the delicate skin of his sac.
“Ah, fuck,” he cries out, his chin dropping to his chest.
“You like that, my pet?” I ask him out of courtesy but nothing more.
He says something that sounds like a yes, but isn’t a fully formed word. I smile.
Tonight, neither one of us will be disappointed, unlike all those years ago. I will make sure he leaves here fully satisfied. I will make sure he leaves me in the same way, as well.
I run the sharp wheel over the crown of his cock and circle the head. “You like my instrument of torture?”
“Not... torture.”
No, clearly it is not.
I run it back down, once again stopping before I touch that delicate skin. Maybe another time I will test him there. But not tonight.
I draw my nails over him again, then follow the same path with the tip of my tongue, and he groans loudly.
“More...” He drifts off. He doesn’t know what to call me. I will let him figure that out. That will be another lesson learned.
“What do you want more of, my pet? The wheel, my nails? Or my mouth?”
Not that I’ll give him a choice. He will get what I give him and nothing more.
“All of it.”
Though, I have to admit that answer pleases me. I cup his sac and lightly squeeze as I suck the tip of him into my mouth, tasting his salty precum. He’s delicious and I savor his taste. His essence on my tongue makes me want him even more. The wetness between my legs grows, causing me to squeeze my thighs together. I’m on the edge of coming and it wouldn’t take much.
In fact, I want to do just that. While he’s blindfolded and tied up, I want him to hear me come.
But I’m not there yet, I need more to get me right to that point without his touch.
With a last lick to the slick head of his cock, I stand and inspect his chest. His small dusky nipples pebble amongst a smattering of hair. Not a thick patch, but just right. His skin looks tan, as if he spends a lot of time outdoors, which would make sense with his sun-kissed hair. He has no marks or scars I can see. Not a single tattoo.
He’s almost flawless. Almost. Because sometimes the biggest flaws are hidden on the inside.
Even so, I would love to see his nipples pierced. If he becomes my regular pet, I would insist he do so.
I suck on one of his nipples and flick the other with the tip of my nail. He jerks against me, his chest heaving, his breathing ragged. The long line of his cock presses between us. His hips tilt as he rubs it along the smooth leather of my skirt.
He will make me come if he continues along that path. And I need to torment myself and him a little longer before I allow myself that release.
When I step back, his body bows in the doorway. He either craves my touch or he’s relieved I’ve let him go.
My hope is the former and not the latter.
I go to my side table and grab the next toy. I eyeball it, wondering if it will even fit. If anything, it may be a little snug due to his girth. But he’ll manage. He’ll certainly endure.
This is a toy that will benefit both of us in the very near future.
I move closer to him and sit on my heels, taking him into my palm. I slide the silicone cock ring over his engorged head and down his length, pulling his balls none too gently into the second ring. He’s already jerking in my hand, but has no idea what’s next.
And when I turn it on, his body turns solid, his lips open and he lets out an “Ah, fuck me.”
“Are you complaining, my pet?”
“No,” escapes his gritted teeth.
I stroke his thighs and the cock ring isn’t the only thing vibrating. His muscles tremor under my touch while my pussy throbs between my legs. “Then I assume it’s not too tight and you enjoy the sensation you’re getting.”
“Fuck yes,” comes out on a ragged breath.
“Would you like to fuck me with that on?”
“Fuck... yes. Please.”
I smile, then take him into my mouth.
Chapter Four
Noah:
I just about lose my mind when she encompasses my dick almost completely. Between the wet heat of her mouth and the powerful vibrations of the cock ring, I put more weight into the cuffs that hold my wrists high.
My body has become hers and no longer belongs to me. And I want to dig my fingers into that hair of hers and fuck her face hard. But I can’t.
She won’t let me.
And that makes me even more determined.
I don’t want to come down her throat; I want to come inside her. She has been mine forever. She might not know that, but I do. And I need to claim her.
Although I love that I’m her pet and she knows how to make my body react in just the right ways, I need to show her that I can please her. I need to make up for my former mistake. My inexperience. The reason I made her cry.
As her tongue strokes along the underside of my cock and her mouth surrounds me, my knees weaken and I lock them tight to stay on my feet. Otherwise, I will be hanging from my arms, and I’m aware these restraints aren’t made for that.
I don’t understand why she has them. I don’t understand why she’s like the way she is. I’m not complaining. Fuck no. This is my fantasy. And never in my wildest dreams had I thought Bree would be like this.
It makes being here with her all the sweeter. But the sweetness can only go so far.
Normally, I don’t mind a blindfold; however, right now I hate it. I hate not being able to see her lips stretched wide around me, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me hard. Her teeth graze the tip of my dick and instead of pulling away I push deeper into her mouth, encouraging the scrape of her teeth along my whole length.
Fuck. Me.
It’s fucking outstanding. My balls are already tight from being shoved into the snug ring, but now they pulse, wanting to empty. But I refuse to come without seeing her face. I get a sudden urge to dig my fingers into her flesh, while pounding her hard, fast, watching her lips part, call out my name, ask me for more, tell me she’s coming. Not once. Not twice. But as many times as she’ll allow.
I usually love this play, these types of sessions. Like the blindfold, though, I’m suddenly despising it. Hating the fact that I want Bree in a different way and this is not it.
I can’t get the picture of her out of my mind from all those years ago. Her yellow sundress pulled up, exposing her sweet thighs, the damp curls between her legs. She was offering something to me that she could only give once. Just once and it was to be mine.
I was the one she was giving this special gift to. Me.
And I fucked it up.
I fumbled. We knocked teeth. I was too rough because I couldn’t control my urges. My brain could no longer function because my body had taken over, wanting only one thing... release. And it found it way too quickly. I rushed ahead and left her behind.
My inexperience, my youthful eagerness, destroyed that precious offering she wanted me, and only me, to have.
I let her down.
I let myself down.
And, although I never thought she’d let me touch her again, here I am. Tied up, blindfolded. And, fuck me, I’m not allowed to touch her.
I’m unable to right the wrong I did to her all those years ago.
And normally, I’d love this. Revere in this. But not right now.
Not like this.
I loathe it.
I want Bree, not Brianna.
Once I get Bree, Brianna can do to me what she will.
* * *
Brianna:
As his body tenses beneath my fingers, a low wail escapes him that makes me break out in goosebumps.
It’s not a cry of pleasure, no. It’s a sound of pain and frustration. I quickly rock back on my heels, releasing him.
Before I can figure out what’s going on, his muscles flex, his hands fist, and he rips his arms from the restraints.
I fall back on my ass and watch in shock as he tears off his blindfold, his nostrils flaring, his face in agony.
Did I hurt him somehow? My actions flash through my mind. No, I did nothing he didn’t like. I didn’t miss him saying his safe word. I would never continue if he had.
The rip of the Velcro is deafening as he tears his ankles free, but his eyes are only on me. Intense. Hot. Almost frightening.
Fuck.
We’ve hardly even begun. I have so much more planned and he can’t take the wheel, my nails, my teeth and my sucking him?
Can’t be.
Before I can crab walk back away from him, he’s on me, grabbing me under my arms, pulling me up, throwing me over his shoulder. The air whooshes from my lungs, making it impossible to scream at him to stop, to explain.
As he throws me to the bed, his fingers snag my bun, and my hair pulls free, falling around me. An oof rushes from me as I land on my back.
Then he’s on me, over me, dominating.
This was not how it was supposed to be. My lips part to tell him this, but my words disintegrate as he grabs my ankles and rips me down the bed.
“Noah,” finally falls from my lips as I manage to suck in a breath. I’m shaking with confusion. He’s not saying anything, not explaining.
I’ve never been dominated like this before. I can’t say I don’t like it, because it’s never happened.
He flips me over and unzips my skirt, but he doesn’t pull it down. Instead, he loosens it just enough so he can shove it up around my waist.
I’m drenched, my breath comes with difficulty, my nipples ache painfully against my corset.
He has reversed this session, and this is not the actions of a sub. Not at all. I thought he was a submissive.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe along the way he changed.
I gasp as he fists my hair, yanking my head back, arching my throat. Then he’s on me. His weight, his heat. His erection is hard and heavy against my inner thigh.
Putting his lips to my ear, his voice is low, gruff. “Somehow you know I like this, live for this. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. I don’t give a shit at this moment. This is my moment, then I will let you have yours. And I will let you do it because I need it. Just not yet. Right now, I need to do this because I’ve waited over thirteen years for it. This time we’re doing it my way, then you can do to me what you need to do to take it all back.”
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