by Jamie Knight
But, wait, wouldn’t that really be confusing the matter? I was not supposed to be getting swept up in all this pretending and yet, here I was thinking about fucking Ray. I shouldn’t. It would just confuse me more. None of this was real.
“Eileen?”
Ray was looking right at me with his hands on his hips. My eyes took in how straight his broad shoulders were and how I could tell that his chest was muscular even under his dress shirt. His waist was narrow, and his pants hung just at his hipbones.
“It’s fine.” I shook my head. “Order some desert too. I’m dying for some chocolate.”
Ray took off his suit coat and I tried not to stare at his ass as he ordered food. His suits were tailored just perfectly to show off each and every asset he had and there were a lot of them.
This is just pretend! I yelled at myself in my head. Get yourself under control!
Still kneeling on the bed, I pulled the box too me and used my keys to cut the tape that covered its seams. Inside where more boxes. I recognized one as the box for my leather catsuit. Another box held my black satin and velvet cape. Seeing it again pleased me and I ran the expensive fabric through my fingers.
“You can keep it, you know?”
I looked up from tying the cape around my shoulders and saw Ray watching me. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and a pleased look on his face.
I smiled back at him. “Do you have a matching cape?” I asked.
“No, I have a long coat. They are just to wear to walk through the regular part of the hotel. For the ball, they have a tiny dressing room, but its easier to dress up here and put on the last finishing touches down there.”
He reached down and started taking out his cufflinks, then he folded the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his strong forearms. I watched his hands move and remembered how his fingers had felt the night before when he was roughly finger fucking my pussy. He had made me come, hard. And I wanted him to do it again.
“What’s next?” he asked.
“Huh?” I asked breathily.
Ray nodded the chin towards the bed. “What’s in the next box?”
The next box was long and slender like the one that held my catsuit. When I opened it there was another leather suit inside, this one was much bigger. I pulled it out, letting my hands glide over the soft, pliable leather.
A knock at the door pulled Ray’s attention away, so I looked over Ray’s costume on my own. There were no zippers, just one hole in the crotch area with a flap over it that would display his…on my! I found myself blushing wildly. The thought of Ray wearing this in front of a crowd, that was tantalizing.
I poked my finger through the hole and held it up for inspection.
“You’ll have to get me hard before we enter the ballroom.”
Ray’s voice came from just beside my ear. He had crossed the room with our food trays and poured me a glass of red wine without my noticing. I was too engrossed in thoughts of his…manhood.
I took the glass of wine he was offering and swallowed a sip. “Hard?”
“Yeah, a quick blow job will do.” Grabbing his wine, Ray took a seat on the bed next to me.
I felt my face flush at his words. “Ray, I’ve never given anyone a blow job.”
He flinched so hard that he spilled some of his wine on the coverlet, but he grabbed a napkin from the tray and wiped it up quickly.
“Oh, I see,” he stammered. “I really had no idea that you were so inexperienced, Eileen. I mean you told me before, when we were dating that you didn’t date much, but I just figured that you meant formal dates or boyfriends, not sex.”
I found the edges of my cape and pulled the soft fabric in my hands for comfort. “No one has wanted to date me much,” I admitted, but maybe that wasn’t true. “Or maybe I’m too picky. But I’ve just never had many sexual experiences of any kind.”
Ray’s eyes roamed over my body with a look of disbelief. “That’s okay,” he said kindly. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable—I mean I am asking so much from you already—I can handle the prep.”
He turned quickly to the final box and opened it. Inside was what looked like a long black board. “This is the yoke,” he explained. He took the apparatus out and set it on the bed before me. “There are locks on both sides.” He pointed. “Your hands go in each of these holes and your neck through here. There is the option to put a bit of padding on the inside, so the wood won’t scrape into your hands—unless you want it too.”
I reached forward and ran my finger over the rounded wood areas that would go around my hands. They weren’t rough at all, age or wear had made them slightly smooth.
I imagined myself caught, captured, in this contraption. A thrill ran through my body. What would it feel like to be trapped and let Ray do what ever he wanted to me? I glanced over at him and watched his face as he gently touched the clasps on the stocks. His expression was unreadable. A mix between fascination and worry. Was my lack of experience bothering him?
Maybe it was time to get some experience.
“I want to try it on,” I told him, feeling a little jittery with my excitement. “Now…so I know what it feels like.”
Ray looked at me, his blue eyes a deep with wonder. “Okay…” he breathed. “Take off the cape.”
As I undid the tie for the velvet cape and set it down gently, Ray reached over and flipped the clasps for the yoke and the wood split apart. He took one piece in his hands, then gently set it on my shoulders. It wasn’t very heavy, but the feel off the wood was cool on my neck. I put my hands up along the curves that would hold them.
Ray shifted his weight to his knees. Taking the other half of the stocks in hand, he gently set it against the first piece, capturing my neck and hands between them. The locks clicked and I was held fast.
Ray looked me up and down. His face was twisted slightly and there was desire in his eyes. I loved the way it looked and tried to keep his eyes glued to mine. I noticed that his breath was coming a bit faster now. He was excited.
“How’s it look?” I asked.
“Perfect,” he breathed, almost panted. Then he dropped my gaze for a second and seemed to gather himself. “Maybe you should try walking with it on. The weight might throw off your balance.”
I put my knees together and slid off the bed. I slipped my shoes back on, sure I was going to be wearing heels for the performance and shifted the weight of the yoke slightly. It really wasn’t that bad, more like carrying a bunch of softball bats across my shoulders. I tried a few steps and found it easy and somewhat fun to walk with. Soon I was strutting the full length of the room.
“You know, I think this thing helps my posture,” I told Ray as I took a quick glance of myself in the full-length mirror by the door.
He didn’t respond.
I looked back at him. Ray was grinning from ear to ear and his face was slightly flushed.
“You do that perfectly,” he said.
Joy ripped through my body and I felt so excited to have pleased him. I wondered what other things I could do to please him and then my thoughts turned dirty.
Chapter Fourteen
Eileen
“Perhaps we should try something else,” I told him, putting on my most sultry smile and walking back towards him from the other end of the hotel room.
Thinking that I wanted the yoke off, Ray started to get off of the bed.
“Wait,” I told him. “Stay there.”
As Ray looked up at me with questioning eyes, I moved in between his legs and got down on my knees.
“I want to try giving a blow job,” I said as I looked up at him with my hands and neck still trapped. “But you’re going to have to help me a bit.”
“Are you sure?” he stammered.
“Yes. I want this.”
Ray quickly unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. His huge cock sprang forth, already hardening. I looked at the shaft and wondered how I was going to fit it all in my mouth.
L
eaning forward, I took a tentative lick. Ray leaned back on the bed and groaned, so I licked him again. I found that his cock didn’t taste bad. It mostly just tasted like skin. There was a little bit of moisture at the top, so I licked that. It was salty and tasted fine. Feeling creative, I swirled my tongue around the rounded head of his cock. Ray moaned again.
Okay, that was fine, now to try actually putting it in my mouth.
I opened my lips and spread them over his dickhead and then pushed forward. I had to keep my jaw open wide to accommodate his girth, but his dick slid inside and pressed up against my cheeks.
I felt Ray’s hands wind themselves into my hair gently and he petted me encouragingly.
I pushed forward a few more inches and his dick hit the back of my throat. I started to choke a bit and pulled back; my eyes were watering. Shit, maybe I can’t handle this. I looked up and met Ray’s eyes.
He dropped his hand down and ran a finger around my jaw. He wasn’t upset that I had stopped. His eyes were still hot with desire.
“Relax your throat, pet,” he whispered. “If you want to try again. Like if you were yawning.”
I nodded and took his tool into my mouth again, telling myself to relax the whole time. Soon my cheeks were crammed with dick. His head pressed into the back of my throat, but I calmed myself and kept from choking on it. I started to slide my head back and forth, letting my tongue play along his length and touch every inch of him.
Then it occurred to me that he had called me “pet” and I didn’t find it offensive. It was almost loving in the way he said it. But something told me that Ray was still being gentle with me and I wasn’t fulling seeing this side of him yet. Did I want to? Did I want Ray to tie me up and spank me and order me around…I still wasn’t sure.
Sucking his cock was going well, though. Ray was watching my lips with greedy eyes, as I pulled my head off of his stiff cock and then thrust back onto it. His dick was swelling and twitching in my mouth.
“I’m going to come, Eileen,” Ray said, his hips shifting slightly.
I pulled back for a second to ask, “Do you want me to drink your cum, sir?”
His eyes bulged.
“Yes, pet!”
He grabbed my cheeks and started to thrust his cock into my mouth. He was rough and I found myself loving it.
“Drink my cum, pet. Every last drop and I will reward you.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled around his cock.
Ray thrust into my throat hard. Warm, wetness filled my cheeks and I started to swallow the salty cum. I twisted my tongue in it and teased his dick to give me more. Another spirt hit the top of my mouth. I drank that down too.
Ray moaned and pushed his dick deep into my mouth. It twisted and jerked until his orgasm was over. Then he slowly pulled back and looked down at me with heavy lidden eyes and the sweetest, happiest smile I had ever seen.
“That was so good, pet,” he told me, tracing my jaw again. “I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Thank you for being so adventurous.”
He helped me get to my feet, then guided me to lay down on the bed. Butterflies were in my stomach. I knew I wanted this—my pussy was wet and aching—but I just wasn’t sure what it meant.
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” I laughed awkwardly.
Ray’s face flinched for a second, but then returned to the greedy smile and we both were back to pretending. “Of course, Eileen. But first, I think you deserve a little something. Don’t you?”
I nodded up at him and did my best to scoot back on the bed with the yoke still holding me tight. Without hesitation, Ray climbed up after me. He pushed my shirt up, then my bra, and buried his face into my breasts. His big hands gripped, pulled and massaged my breasts. Then his lips found my nipples. Sucking one after the other, Ray teased me until I was squirming under him. My hips bucking up into his.
“God,” I moaned. “That feels so good. But you have to fuck me Ray.”
He pulled back slightly, and I remembered that that wasn’t the tone to use with him. So, I pleaded, “Please, sir. Please, fuck me. It’s been a long time since I felt your cock inside me. I need it.”
His breath caught and Ray scrambled for his pants. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and put it on his already re-hardened shaft. Climbing back onto the bed, he positioned himself between my legs, teased me a bit and then sank his dick inside of my wet folds.
My pussy stretched accommodating his girth and length. I loved how he was pressed on top of me and inside me all at the same time. I threw my head back, knocking the stocks into the frame of the bed.
Ray looked up at me with hot eyes. His teeth were clenched in pleasure and his face twisted. He pulled my legs up until my shins were over his shoulders and started fucking me deep. His hips slapped into my ass and his cock penetrated me over and over. It slid along my insides and rubbed my g-spot hard.
One of his arms kept my legs pinned to his body, with the other, he reached forward and grabbed one of my swaying breasts. His fingers clenched around my nipple sending a little shock of electricity through my body.
It had been months since we had been together, and I had had no man since. My body came almost instantly. I cried and struggled in my restraints. My abs twitched, my pussy quivered, and a deep ache of pleasure shot through me. I clenched and released over and over till I cried out Ray’s name.
He came right as I did. Ray’s cock strained and released, filling up the condom, but I still felt the warmth of his cum and the felling set me off again. We twitched and flinched together, moaning and writhing as one till our orgasms were over. Then we rested in a twisted, sweaty tangle, unable to keep our eyes open for long.
I was right, it was worth it. Even if it was just for one weekend.
Chapter Fifteen
Ray
We didn’t talk about it the next day. I knew that Eileen was still unsure about the sexual aspects of my life, so I didn’t push her. It was enough to have her as a pet for one weekend and if tonight went well, my uncle would be pleased, and his fortunes would be mine. That was all that mattered. Or at least, that was what I told myself.
Eileen and I spent the day like friends. We got breakfast at a local dinner, walked her dog up and down the strip, and gambled a bit. We both kept our mood light and tried to not touch each other. I pretended that I wasn’t dying to tie her to the bed and make her scream my name again. It was hard, but I remained a gentleman in every way.
On occasion, I could see the anxiety in her golden eyes and knew that she was worrying about the performance, but within a second the worry was gone, and she was off running and yelling at me to look at some dress or pair of cufflinks she found. Eileen had always had an excitement in her that I really enjoyed. She persuaded me to buy four new sets of cufflinks for my collection at an antique jewelry store. Not that that was difficult.
When the sun set, it was time to go back to our hotel room and get ready for the ball. We didn’t speak at all on the walk back, the only noise was from Pugsly panting and grunting as he insisted on smelling the occasional bush or tree.
We also dressed in silence and a sense of formality. I wasn’t sure what was going through Eileen’s head. Was she scared? Was she dreading being exposed and fucked in front of thousands of people? She didn’t say and I didn’t pry. I just tried to be there when she needed it—like to help her into the catsuit and tie the laces.
Once Eileen was done putting on her makeup, she looked up at me with a bemused smile on her face. It was the first time she had looked into my eyes all day.
“Ready?” she asked. Her voice shook a little.
I nodded and swung her velvet cape over her shoulders. I already had my coat on. We left the room and rode the elevator down in silence. I put my hands in my coat pockets to keep it closed and discovered something I had forgotten—a mask. I pulled it out and handed it to Eileen.
“Here, I forgot about this.”
She took the mask in her hands and looked it over. It w
as a black domino mask which would help her conceal her identity by covering her cheeks and eyes.
“Is this allowed?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure, but I nodded anyway. Her shoulders dropped a bit with her relief, and she pulled the mask on immediately. I had packed it, thinking it would help, and I was right.
I turned from her and began mentally preparing for the biggest performance of my life. My worry for Eileen started to fade and my excitement grew. Thousands of patrons were going to watch me take her. My dick twitched at the thought. If I stopped thinking about how Eileen was hating this, then I could really let myself go and get turned on.
But what if Eileen figured out that she liked having sex in front of other people? Then she truly would be the perfect pet. Imagining what that would be like, I turned my eyes on to her leather clad legs and the platform heels she was wearing. Her body was just perfect. My dick started to harden and pressed at the flap of leather that kept it concealed.
I gave my name at the reception desk for the ball and we were ushered to the dressing room. It was cramped and crowded with other performers and I was glad that we mostly got ready in our hotel room.
Eileen pushed me to a corner, somewhat away from the others and dropped to her knees. Before I could ask what she was doing, her lips were on my cock—taking its semi-hardness to a rock-hard level. Her tongue teased me, and I thought about how excited she was last night to try giving me a blow job. It had felt so good.
I had to stop her before she made me come again. “Hold up,” I whispered. “Not too much now, I’m ready to go.” I helped her to her feet.
“Dark Club?” the stage manager called out.
I waved my hand. “Over here.”
“You’re up!”