Misadventures with a Book Boyfriend

by Blue, Victoria

  I felt like an animal, I was so hungry for her. So many days without touching her. So many hours spent in the same room pretending to be friends and nothing more. All the bottled-up attraction raged through my system and pounded through my veins, needing to be released in an aggressive show of ownership, of lust and need.

  A scan of the surrounding room found a very large kitchen with a white marble island in the center. At the far end was an inlaid sink, and above that a pot rack with spotlights shining down on the gleaming surface. Beyond the kitchen was a formal dining room, floor-to-ceiling windows lining the far wall. Each window was adorned with heavy drapery, tied back at center points. We were definitely going to need privacy for what was about to go down, so I set her back from me by about a foot and grinned.

  “Wait here. Don’t move.”

  “Where are you going?” she asked, beginning to follow anyway.

  “To close those drapes.” I pointed toward the dining room. “If your neighbors are as nosy as mine, they may be inclined to call the police in a little bit, and we don’t want to interrupt our fun, do we?” I didn’t turn back to see her reaction, but when my words registered, I could hear her suck in air and halt her footsteps. As I was hoping, the drapes were tied back with silky braided cord, with large, decorative tassels on each end. Four windows, two panels each. I came back into the kitchen with eight cords in my hand.

  I paused at the entrance back into the kitchen where Bailey had a small, built-in desk. The top surface matched the other countertops and blended seamlessly with the rest of the kitchen. Her sleek laptop sat in the center with the lid closed, personalized stationery lined up perfectly in the left corner of the desk. Christ, even her letterhead came to heel. I shook my head slightly, thinking how this woman even worked in the kitchen—a place where most families gathered and chatted about their days, nourished their hearts and souls with one another’s presence. Her life needed a reboot, and I hoped like hell I’d be a part of the new landscape.

  Toward the back of the desktop, an ornate canister glinted in the dim light that remained in the room. Little flowers made from wire scrolls adorned the cup that held pencils, pens, and a few markers. It was the one personal touch on the entire desk. Not a picture frame or Post-it note in sight. On impulse, I snatched one of the markers from the cup and stashed it in my back pocket, flipped all the lights off except the spotlights in the pot rack over the island, and strode toward Bailey, an idea germinating as I did.

  “Oh, you could’ve just left those on the hooks on the sides of the windows. Here, I’ll go put them back.” She held out her hand for the lengths of rope, and a sinister grin spread across my lips. I shook my head before laying them out on the counter, making a big show of lining them up neatly, the burgundy color standing out in contrast against the white marble.

  “Now. Where were we?” I turned to her and almost laughed at the alarmed look on her face. I didn’t give her much more time to get worked up but pulled her against my body in one swift tug, pressing my erection into her and meshing our mouths in a deep kiss. By the time I let her up for air, her eyes were glassy and her pupils were almost as big as the iris itself.

  “Mmmmm. That’s what I thought. I’m going to set you up here.” I patted the island, and she just looked at me, not agreeing, not disagreeing.

  I grabbed her around the waist and easily popped her up onto the marble countertop. When I pushed my way to stand between her legs, we were nearly eye to eye. She had a small advantage above me.

  “I have a bedroom, you know,” she announced.

  “Boring.”

  “I don’t think any room you’re in would be considered boring, Oliver.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, locking her fingers together behind my head.

  “Mmmm, sweet words from the lady. Are you trying to get me to do things your way?”

  “No. I was just making mention of the fact that most people utilize a bed to, well, you know.” She looked down, not comfortable talking about sex so blatantly.

  “Fuck?” I, on the other hand, had no issue at all.

  “Yes.” She met my stare directly when she said it.

  “Well, I’m not like most people. And I never want to be.” I took her leg and bent it up at the knee, placing her flat foot up on the countertop so her heel was up against her ass cheek.

  “What are you doing?” she objected.

  “I’m going to have a little feast.” I took one of the lengths of cord that held back the drapery only moments ago and then reached for her wrist. She watched me, confused but then enraptured, as I kissed and licked the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist, swirling circles with my tongue before nibbling the thin skin with my teeth.

  “Mmmmm, who knew that would feel good?” Her voice was just a whisper.

  “See? You should trust me.” I kept my eyes on hers while I took one last lick.

  “I do,” she said finally.

  “Good. I’m going to tie your wrist to your ankle.” I waited for my words to register.

  “Wait. What? What?” She tried to pull her wrist from my grasp, so I let go.

  “Easy. Sshhh.” I kissed her lips, and she pulled back a little until I squinted my eyes in some version of disapproval. “If you thought what I did to your wrist felt good? Baby, you’re about to have your mind blown. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to play a little. You said you trust me.” I held out my hand for her to give me her wrist back. I would wait there until she did it willingly. The night didn’t have to go that way, but I was really hoping it would.

  Finally, she let her desire win and trusted me to treat her well. She placed her wrist in my palm, staring in my eyes the entire time.

  “You won’t regret it. And next time, we won’t have to go through this. You’ll be asking me to do it.”

  “Oh, next time?” She chuckled. “We’re already talking about next time? Mr. Confident.” She rolled her eyes when I squinted again.

  I secured her wrist with a quick loop of the silky rope and then the same around her ankle and attached the two to one another. She tested the binding, tightening the knots for me while doing so. I moved to the other side, and instead of kissing her wrist, I worked on the skin on the inside of her knee, causing a little yelp to escape from her when the torment got to be too much.

  “God, how do you know these things? Wait. No! Don’t tell me. Damn it, that feels so good.” She let her head fall back while I secured her ankle to her wrist and stood back to survey the feast that awaited me.

  Christ, if I could take a picture I would. But if she freaked out before, bringing out a camera phone would make her lose her shit. Another time, maybe. I gripped my cock again through my jeans, deciding I’d be much more comfortable with them off. I waited for Bailey to look at me and then made a show of taking them off. No underwear to bother with, so once the jeans were gone, it was all birthday suit for me. She still had on a little lace scrap of panty that was just making my fingers itch, and I couldn’t decide the best way to eliminate it.

  “How attached are you to these?” I ran my finger along the side of the crotch, letting the tip graze her swollen clit inside. She jolted from the minimal contact, glaring at me afterward.

  “That’s not a very nice look, young lady. Do you want to spend the rest of the night tied up like that while I jack off in front of you? Frustration can be a very painful state, you know.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.” She pretended to seethe.

  I just toggled my head back and forth and then said, “I don’t know… I wouldn’t test it.”

  Swiping the knuckles of my fist down the center of her panties, I asked her again, “I’m thinking these need to go. Cut, rip, or stretch until they are useless. No matter how I see it, they’re not going to survive the night.”

  “Please don’t use sharp objects near my lady parts. Please and thank you.” Her voice was saccharine sweet now.

  “Your lady parts?” I laughed heartily. “Is that an actual hard li
mit for you? Like you will lose your shit? Or is it just mildly uncomfortable and you may actually be turned on by it? Or are you just being a control freak…as in, don’t do it because I said so?” I tilted my head to the side and kissed her until we were both dizzy again. When we parted, I whispered, “Tell the truth.”

  “What are you doing to me?” she gasped.

  “Do you like it?”

  She gave a quick nod. If I hadn’t been staring at her from an inch away, I might have missed it. The little grin on her swollen lips that followed assured me I wasn’t just imagining what I wanted to be seeing.

  “The first one,” she blurted out. “But if I change my mind, will you stop?”

  “Of course I will. We’re here to enjoy ourselves, not freak out. What fun would that be?”

  “Okay.” She let out a big sigh. “Okay.”

  A big wooden knife block stood proudly beside the industrial-sized stove on the opposite side of the island. I strolled over to it and inspected several of the smaller knives that certainly would do the job just fine. Bailey twisted her body as best she could to watch what I was doing, so instead of practicality, I went for dramatic effect and pulled out the large chef’s knife, the metal making a satisfying sound as it was pulled from its space in the block. I met her wide-eyed stare as I slid the knife back into the block and grabbed the kitchen shears instead. Watching her sag in relief, I knew that had been the better choice for this playdate. Maybe someday we’d have some fun with some of the other knives, but not tonight.

  “These should do, yeah?” I looked from the scissors to her, waiting for her response. Her look was so trusting, I almost burst with pride. I would never actually hurt her, but something about the power play was totally turning me on, and the fact that she was letting me do it was taking it to an entirely different level.

  My cock twitched, begging to be buried inside of the woman mere inches away. Restraint was going to be rewarded, though. I planted my hands on the outside of her hips and kissed a path down her neck. Goose bumps rose up on her skin in reaction when I paid particular attention to the area behind her ear.

  “You like that.”

  “Mmmmm,” was all I got in response.

  I bit down gently, and her sound got deeper, letting me know that was a good idea. I moved with more kisses across her collarbone, gently nudging her to lean back so I could access her chest. Since her hands were tied to her ankles, she could only lean back so far before she had to lie down completely. Either that or have the best ab workout of her life. An idea took root in my imagination, and I decided to go for it.

  “Lie back, baby.”

  She was already pretty blissed out, so she did what I asked without arguing. I kissed her again to keep her in the right place mentally, because I was about to really test her trust. Or really turn her on. It was only going to go one way or the other; there wasn’t going to be a gray area in between.

  While kissing her with all I had, I pulled the marker from my back pocket. A quick check confirmed what I was hoping—it was the washable type. The moment I pulled the cap off, she would know what I had in my hand. The smell these writing tools emitted was as identifiable as the solid black slashes the tip left in its path. But I needed to start as close to her collarbone as possible for what I had in mind. I pressed the tip against her pale skin and watched the flesh pucker around it.

  I could’ve predicted the exact moment she would protest. Her eyes shot open, and she tried to sit up. I was ready, and I moved the marker away so she wouldn’t inadvertently draw on herself.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Ssshhhh. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m drawing on your skin. You’re like a commissioned work of art. An Oliver Connely original.” I grinned lazily, imparting my calm vibe over her. “But if you jump up like that again, you’re going to ruin my masterpiece.” I waited for her to process what I’d said. “Lie back down. Let me do this.”

  When she finally decided to comply, I kissed her lips in gratitude. I made my way down her neck again, but this time I couldn’t resist her breasts, standing proudly in the black bra she still wore. I quickly grabbed the scissors again and slid the blade under the delicate fabric between her breasts and made a quick snip, slicing the garment off with one motion.

  “Well, that was easy. This thing is really sharper than I thought.” I shrugged carelessly when her eyes widened again. Before she could launch into any sort of chastisement, I covered her mouth with a searing kiss, sweeping my tongue into her mouth deeply, probing and thrusting until she wilted back down flat to the marble counter.

  “Now you need to stay very still. Can you do that, Bailey?” I whispered the words against her lips after kissing her.

  She paused a second or two and then gave a shaky nod.

  “And remember, if you don’t want to play anymore, just say so and I’ll stop. Okay?”

  “Yes. Okay.” This time she answered with words, and the tremble in her voice shot through my bloodstream like an electric current.

  “Let me just check something, though.” I unceremoniously shoved my hand into her panties and swiped my index finger through her folds. The moisture was so abundant, she wouldn’t be able to convince me she wasn’t completely turned on with any amount of protesting.

  “Just making sure.” I winked at her and sucked on my finger while she watched. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on your pussy, Bay. So fucking good.”

  “Oliver. Please.” Her voice was so sexy when she said my name that way.

  “Soon, baby.” I held the black marker above her sternum again so she knew I was going back to work. I was really going to see this through. She took a deep breath in, preparing for whatever I had in mind, and exhaled slowly.

  Pressing the tip back into the starting point, I made a circle, pressing as evenly as possible over the hills and valleys of her ribs. When I met back at the top where I started, I stood back a little to admire my handiwork and was impressed. A quick check-in with Bailey, and while her face was a little tight, she appeared to be just fine and enjoying it.

  I continued down the center of her body, drawing on her skin with the marker, alternating that with teasing her body with my mouth. She was flushed and very slick between her legs when I finished and set the marker down.

  “What is it? What did you draw? I lost track of the lines?”

  “You can look later. I have more important business to tend to.”

  I settled my mouth on her mound and went to town. She was so ramped up, she yelped when I finally gave her my full attention. I licked her clit, sucking her juices into my mouth and moaning when her taste hit my tongue.

  “Damn, you taste so good. I will never get tired of eating you. Ever.”

  “Feels so good. Please. Please. Oliver. I need to finish. Please.” Her begging turned to whining pleas.

  “All right, baby, let’s do it.” I thrust two fingers into her hole and twisted them upward, reaching in deeper to hit the right angle to make her go over.

  “God. Oh my God. Stop! What are you doing? Oh my God.”

  Jesus, this poor woman. How did she go this long in her life without being fucked properly? Of course I didn’t stop. I pushed in farther and really stroked the smooth spot on the roof of her channel, sending her to heaven.

  “Come, baby. Soak my hand.” I urged her on while thrusting in and out of her pussy.

  “Yes, Oliver. Yes. I’m coming.” She keened into the darkness of her kitchen.

  I could feel her tunnel tighten down on my fingers, spasms quaking her walls while she moaned my name. And when I looked up to her face, across her body, my cock surged harder than it ever had. For across the pale skin of her torso, now standing out in stark contrast, were the letters spelling my name.

  “I need you, Bailey. Need to be inside you.” I grabbed the tops of her thighs and dragged her toward the edge of the island until her ass was teetering over. I was tall enough to slide right into her if I didn’t want to change the ang
le of my thrusts. I looked around the kitchen again quickly and spotted a table in the breakfast nook. Bingo, it was about a foot lower than the countertop height.

  “Hold on, baby. We’re moving.” I scooped her up in my arms before she had time to process what I had said, causing a yelp from her. I kissed her nose when she looked up to me, “I just want to be at a better angle.” I set her down on the table and pushed her knees back, rocking her whole body back on her spine.

  “How’s that? Comfortable?” I smiled, as her face was still flushed from her orgasm.

  “It’s going to be better in a second.” She rubbed her cheek on one of my forearms, which were planted on either side of her head on the kitchen table.

  “That’s my girl.” I pressed the head of my cock into her slick opening, watching her body accept mine greedily.

  “God, woman. So good.”

  “I can’t believe I’m having sex on my kitchen table.” She closed her eyes, as if embarrassed.

  “Of all the things that have happened tonight, that’s the one that stands out, huh?” I chuckled, pressing fully into her.

  “Oh, Oliver.” Her bright-green eyes sprang open again. “Oh, yes.”

  “Yeah, baby. There we go.” I pulled out and slid back in. Closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation. Her pussy gripped me tightly. I could die a happy man after having been inside this woman, having experienced what she gave of herself during lovemaking. The trust floored me. The generosity comforted me. The sensuality enraptured me.

  I wouldn’t last long. Between the nights I’d spent alone and the canvas she had allowed herself to become for me, I was already counting backward in my head to stave off my orgasm.

  “Shit. God, Bailey. You’re killing me. I need to come. I have to stop. Be still.” I tried to hold her hips still, but she just kept squeezing me from the inside. “Brat. I’m serious. It’s going to be over too soon. Then you’ll have to wait too. Be still.”