Overachiever (Slumming It Book 2)

by S. M. Shade

  She shivers when I lean in and kiss the soft spot under her ear. My lips brush over her jaw then hover over her mouth. “You trust me?”

  A slow nod is her response.

  “There’s so much I’d love to do with you.”

  “Would you let me tie you up?”

  The image of my cock in her mouth while I’m restrained flashes across my mind. “Fuck, yes.” Before things can go any further, I move off of her and stand up. “Let’s go.”

  “Go?”

  “To a sex toy store. They don’t sell musical butt plugs at Superstore, you know.”

  “They don’t sell them anywhere,” she argues, putting on her shoes. “But it would be the best place to get a strap-on for when I have you tied up.”

  “I wear the penis in this relationship, woman. Let’s go.” I grab her hand. “We can talk about your thoughts on nipple clamps while we’re in the truck.”

  It isn’t hard to locate an adult store and wow, it’s an impressive one. Two stories and lit up like Christmas. The small store called Scarlet Toys in our town can’t even use the display windows but this one advertises a sale on leather bondage gear like they’re selling cookies.

  The woman at the checkout counter gives us a wave at the sound of the bell when we enter. “Let me know if you need help finding anything.”

  Remee grins up at me. “I can’t imagine some of the questions she must get.”

  “Right?” I nod toward the large man looking at a latex suit and drop my voice. “Pardon me, ma’am, which gimp suit do you recommend for the portly gentleman?”

  There are quite a few other customers—mainly couples—browsing around, and no one is paying attention to anyone else. I take Remee’s hand and lead her down to a section of restraints. Good god, some of this stuff would scare a serial killer so I’m not surprised to see hesitation wash over her face.

  “Um, hard pass on the leashes and collars.” She holds up a complicated looking mass of straps, carabiners, and hooks. “And whatever this is.”

  A set of soft blue cuffs look far less intimidating. “What about these?”

  She takes them from me and looks them over. They can be connected to each other but also have a loop on each one to attach a rope. My brain is instantly seared with the image of her bound and laid out before me, and I’m glad I have shorts on that don’t display the hard-on I’m probably going to keep until we get back.

  “Yeah, I don’t think they’ll leave a mark. I don’t want to show up at work with rings around my wrists.” The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.

  We move on and end up in front of a shelf of paddles. “Talk about leaving a mark,” I say, picking up a huge, wicked looking leather strap. “Bend over, baby.”

  “Hell no!” she squeals, when I pretend to swat at her.

  She picks up a wooden paddle, and as soon as I turn to look at another display, a sharp crack is followed by a searing pain across both of my ass cheeks.

  No, the fuck she didn’t.

  Her mouth is a perfect O when I turn around. “Oh, that was loud! I didn’t mean to do it that hard! I’m sorry!” One hand covers her smile, and she starts to back away when I pluck the paddle out of her hand, stepping toward her.

  “Now, there’s two ways this can go. You can come here and get it over with.” Her gaze goes to the paddle when I slap it lightly against my palm. “Or you can drag it out and get it when you least expect it.”

  “The second one,” she says, backing farther away.

  “Suit yourself.”

  “We aren’t buying a paddle.”

  “Whatever you say.”

  She keeps a distrustful eye on me while we continue to look around, but I have no intention of getting her back that quickly.

  We have some laughs at the display of anal toys, but I know she isn’t interested in them. With a grimace, she holds up a thick string of anal beads. “These look painful.”

  “Well, you don’t pull them out like you’re trying to start a lawnmower.”

  They’re returned to the shelf with a shake of her head. “It’d make me run across the yard.”

  An older couple walking behind us bursts into laughter, and Remee flashes a grin at me. “Let’s split up and pick a couple of things. Let it be a surprise,” she suggests, and I agree.

  A few minutes later, we both leave with black bags in hand and no idea what the other has chosen.

  I’ve never been so eager to get back to a motel room in my life. If you asked me, I couldn’t tell you which route I took back or if I stopped at all the lights.

  Remee excuses herself to take a shower and get ready. While she does, I pull my purchases out and get them out of their packages. It’s tempting to peek into her bag to see what she got, but when I look around, I realize she either took it with her or stashed it out of sight.

  Along with lube and a bottle of coconut oil, I sit the toys on the bedside table. What I want for my birthday is to blow her mind, drive her crazy, and make her come apart beneath me. This woman is burned into my brain, taking up every spare bit of space, and I want to imprint this day into her mind just as deep.

  As worked up as I am to get her in bed again, I’m also hoping that getting her to let her guard down with me sexually could spill over into our friendship too. Turn it into the relationship I want. Just the fact that she trusts me enough to play this way makes me think there’s a chance. It’s not just sex. There’s something between us and somehow, I’m going to show her she doesn’t have to be afraid.

  She’s taking so long in the bathroom, I start to worry she may be having second thoughts. Finally, she steps into the room, a towel tucked around her body, her hair lying over bare shoulders. Her lip catches between her teeth when I approach her, and she looks up at me.

  “Are you alright? It’s okay if you’re having second thoughts. We don’t have to—”

  With a smile, she drops the towel and runs her hand over the crotch of my shorts. “Are you backing out on me?”

  “God, no.”

  She giggles when I scoop her up and toss her on my bed where she spots the toys. “Is that a…paintbrush? If you tickle me, all bets are off. I will kick you in the junk.”

  “That is a magical brush that’ll make you beg and scream my name. No tickling. Now, show me what you bought.”

  “The bag’s under my bed.”

  While I retrieve it, she pulls a blanket part of the way over her and checks out the rest of the toys. It’s nothing too out there. A small vibrator, a set of nipple clamps, a blindfold, the blue cuffs, some rope, and the brushes.

  I spill the contents of her bag out onto the bed and pick up a fleshlight. “I’m sure you already have an array of them, but one more can’t hurt.”

  “Very funny. I’ve never tried one, but I’m one hundred percent on board.”

  “Are you?” she says with mischief in her voice as she waves another package.

  “Oh no. No-ho.”

  Shrugging, she opens the package and lays out two butt plugs. One says Hers in red lettering on the flared base and the other says His. “You’re the one going on about anal. Seemed fair.”

  “Next,” I announce.

  She holds up a silicone cock ring. “It vibrates.”

  I set the ring and fleshlight aside. “Those will be perfect for next time. Tonight is about you.”

  “It’s your birthday!”

  “And I’m getting what I want. You at my mercy. Now give me your hands.”

  “You aren’t even undressed,” she argues, pulling the cover over her. “Get your clothes off too.”

  I catch her arm and put the cuff on her wrist, then pull it over to fasten the other one as well. As soon as I have her cuffed, I throw the blanket off of her. “You seem to be confused about who’s in control here, baby.”

  Grabbing her legs, I pull her down until she’s lying on her back and run my hands down her body until my fingers stroke the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. All humor is gone in sec
onds. I watch her chest rise and fall as I take a short length of rope and attach the cuffs to the headboard.

  Before I go any further, I need a second to drink in the sight of her. Her arms are stretched above her head, thrusting her tits forward and the small muscles in the back of her arms are prominent with the slight strain.

  “Owen.”

  The word comes out in a whisper, not laced with fear but some uncertainty. I’m amazed at how this feels. The power of having her like this. And how it must feel for her. Completely nude, restrained, and on display while I’m still fully clothed.

  “Yes?” I reply, kneeling between her legs as I bend them at the knee and move them apart.

  “You’ve never done anything like this before?” A slight rattle of nerves plays in her voice.

  Instead of tying her legs next, like I planned, I crawl up over her. Her lips part when I kiss them softly, and I brush her hair off of her cheek, then look her in the eye. “No, I’ve never done this before. You’re the only woman I’ve ever tied up. Jesus, Remee, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

  Her face reddens, and her eyes dart away.

  “I’m going to tie your legs,” I tell her, kissing up her jaw until I get to her ear. “Then I’m going to make you come. All you have to say is stop or no if you change your mind, you know that, right?”

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  She’s nervous but she doesn’t stop me when I cuff each of her ankles then use the rope to tie them to the side slats on the bed. Her legs are wide open, and she only has enough slack to move them a couple of inches.

  Her gaze follows me as I pick up the blindfold, and she gives me a curt nod before I slip it over her eyes. Her breathing instantly picks up.

  “So gorgeous,” I mumble, running my hands over her body, caressing and kissing her skin until she starts to push her hips forward.

  Anxiety has melted into arousal and it’s time to drive her crazy with it. I pick up the small brush and dip it into the coconut oil. The soft bristles glide over her clit, barely making contact, but her reaction damn near makes me come. Her hips shoot up off the bed, and she instinctively tries to bring her legs together, but the ropes catch.

  “Oh!” she gasps, “What—”

  Her unfinished question is cut off by a cry when I run the brush over her again.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes,” she groans.

  The noises she makes and the way she squirms against the restraints while I tease her with the brush is the sexiest fucking thing ever. I could do this all night, running the bristles on either side of her clit, circling it just a bit too lightly to make her come.

  “Owen,” she cries when she gets close again. “I can’t take it.”

  “What do you want, Rem?”

  “I need to come.”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “Yes, damn you!”

  Chuckling, I feather the brush between her legs again, but as soon as her hips leave the bed, I press two fingers inside her to rub her spot. Her entire body quakes, and my name leaves her lips on a moan I wish I could hear every day of my life.

  Before the pulsing I feel on my fingers stops, I drop the brush and plant my mouth over her, sucking her clit steadily. “Oh god, I can’t. I can’t. Please, oh fuck, it’s too much,” she babbles, pulling against the ropes.

  The words no or stop are never uttered and within a minute, she cries out, shuddering through a second orgasm.

  Chapter Ten

  Remee

  What the hell did I get myself into? I’ve never had two orgasms that close together, much less that powerful. When I said Owen could tie me up, that we could try some stuff, I pictured some lighthearted fun and a few orgasms. Never did I expect to be so perfectly devastated, and he isn’t done with me.

  All I can see is darkness because of the blindfold, and that heightens things far more than I anticipated, but I can feel him undo the ropes holding my legs apart. The reason is clear a second later when he rolls me over, reties the ropes, and tucks a pillow under my hips.

  He sits between my spread legs, and his lips trace down my spine. A second later, I feel the oiled brush between my cheeks. When he hits his target, my entire body jerks and shudders. “Does that feel good?”

  Words aren’t happening right now. I’m too busy trying to deal with a whole new sensation, and his evil chuckle makes it clear he knows how it’s affecting me. Without stopping the slow sweep of the brush, he drives his cock all the way inside me.

  My hands are still above my head, and all I can do as he thrusts into me is lie there and take it. I can’t see or move in any significant way. It’s a helpless, vulnerable feeling so strong I can’t even begin to explain how it feels. Or understand why I’m loving every second of it. There’s never been anything like this, and I’m lost in it, right on the edge again, grasping for something.

  The sensation of the bristles is replaced with the feeling of pressure. The butt plug. Oh god.

  His hand caresses my ass cheek. “Relax.”

  He slips the plug in as he’s sliding his cock out, and I would’ve sworn I couldn’t come again, but as soon as he thrusts back inside, it’s too much. I’m so full, and my skin is alive with electricity that clenches my muscles, jerking me away from reality where nothing but mind numbing pleasure exists.

  Vaguely, I’m aware of the ropes being untied and the cuffs removed, but I don’t budge. I feel like a rag doll, my limbs weak and shaking, worn out in the best way. The blindfold is slipped off, and he spreads his body over mine, his chest brushing my back as he plants a soft kiss on the nape of my neck.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm, yeah, that was pretty good.”

  “Pretty good?” he scoffs, kissing my shoulder.

  If he thinks I’m going to admit the way he just destroyed me, he’s crazy. I stretch my arms then tuck them under my head, laying my cheek on my hand. “Yeah, you know, not bad at allll!” I may have neglected to take into account there’s still a plug in my ass, and all it takes is him pressing it to remind me.

  “Take it out.” It felt good when I was in the moment but now it just feels awkward and a little embarrassing.

  “You don’t want to sleep in it?” he teases.

  “Owen, get it out of my ass or bend over for yours.”

  Chuckling, he slides the plug out, then deposits it and the paintbrush in the bathroom sink. “Dibs on the first shower,” I call, dragging myself out of bed. I feel like a noodle, but I’m not going to sleep all oily and sweaty.

  Owen washes the toys in the sink while I get cleaned up, and by the time he’s had his shower, I’m snuggled under the covers in bed. He joins me, pulling me into his arms. It should be alarming how close I feel to him right now. How safe and content I am. It’s not that I’m falling for him. It can’t be. I’m sure it’s just because of what we just did, being so vulnerable to him.

  “Are you okay?” He runs his fingers through my hair, and my eyes close in response.

  “Mmm hmm. Being tied and blindfolded made things more intense than I expected, but I liked it.”

  His lips touch my forehead as he asks, “Enough to do it again?”

  “Once I stop walking funny.” His chuckle makes me smile.

  “Our friends are going to be here tomorrow night.”

  “Yeah, Serena said they’d be here by ten.”

  “How do you want to handle it?” His question hangs for a moment before I realize what he’s asking. It never occurred to me we’d tell them.

  “You want to tell them we’ve been…hooking up?”

  “You don’t?” His hand runs down my arm. “Are you ashamed of me, Rem?”

  “No!” That’s the last thing I want him to think. “Of course not. I just…figured they’ll make a huge deal out of it, make things weird.”

  “Okay.” His tone and response are impassive. Guilt flows over me. Owen is the sweetest guy in the universe and I don�
��t want his self-esteem to be damaged by my attempt to keep things easy.

  “Let’s tell them.”

  Hugging me closer, he yawns. “Decide tomorrow when you aren’t so blissed out from my sexual prowess.”

  After a few seconds of silence, I decide there’s something I do want him to know. “Owen?”

  “Hmm?”

  “You’re amazing in bed. No one has ever made me come that many times.”

  His lip curls as I get a sideways glance from him. “Is this leading up to an insult?”

  “Nope, it’s the truth. Just thought you should know. We don’t have to speak another word about it.”

  “Oh, I disagree.”

  Of course he does. “Good night, Owen.” With my head on his chest, a pleasant exhaustion pulls me into sleep.

  The sound of tapping on the door wakes me, and I let the housekeeper know we don’t need service. After accepting some towels from her, I turn and see Owen still sound asleep. Guess I wasn’t the only one worn out last night.

  Our toys and restraints are scattered about, and a smile grows on my face while I gather them and toss them on the bed. Owen’s getting a special wake up today.

  By the time he stirs, I already have his hands cuffed and tied, and I’m wrapping the rope around his free ankle.

  “Rem?” he mumbles, glancing down at me with bleary eyes.

  “Good morning.”

  He licks his lips when I pull down his boxers, the only clothing he’s wearing. “Looks like it.”

  His cock is hard in seconds, and I straddle him, letting it rub the outside of my underwear while I bend to kiss his neck. Teasing him is so much fun and hotter than I ever imagined. He shifts his body, breathing hard as I lick and kiss every bit of skin I can reach.

  “Take your shirt off.”

  “You aren’t in any position to give orders.” His hips jut forward when I rub my palm over the head of his cock.

  “Please, I want to see your tits.”

  I’m glad I didn’t blindfold him because the way he looks at me once I toss my shirt aside is hot as hell. “Underwear,” he insists, and I shake my head. I’m keeping them on for a reason. I want to tease him with toys, not fuck him, tempting as it is.