Bound Hearts (8 page)

“Well, your version of surprises and my version of surprises may differ greatly,” she tartly replied. “What about you?”

“What about me?” he countered.

“I’m going to want to touch you. Everywhere. Can I do that or do I have to wait for permission?” She stuck her chin out, waiting for him to pick up her gauntlet.

“I’ll tell you exactly where I want you to touch me,” he promised.

“What if I want to touch you in other places?” she challenged.

He rose up from his position on the couch and approached her.

“Ask and ye shall receive,” he said, taking her hands and leading her over to her bed situated against the wall.

“I don’t have any of the things you like to use,” she disclosed as he began tugging her pants down her long legs. David looked up and shot her what she was quickly coming to realize was his half smile.

“I’ll bet you have a ton of scarves,” he said. “Where are they?”

She gestured to her Asian style bureau to the right of her bed. “Top drawer,” she answered.

“Stay right here. Don’t move an inch,” he warned, moving to the bureau, opening the drawer she’d gestured to and rooting around inside until he found what he was looking for and turned back towards her.

“You know, my mother gave me both of those scarves, in case you were wondering.”

“You honestly want to bring your mother in here, with us, right now, given what we’re about to do?”

She cast her eyes down towards the floor. “No,” she murmured, not looking up.

“Look at me, Calleigh,” he instructed, tilting her head up to meet his stare.

When she did, he looked at her, drilling her with his eyes. “If you want me to go, I will. But this is what works for me. If you’re not into it or uncomfortable, we can try other things. I know what I like and believe it or not, I actually know how to please a woman. I promise if you trust me, you won’t regret it.”

After several heartbeats with them both breathing deep breaths, looking at each other, each refusing to look or walk away, she spoke.

“What’s my safe word?

“It should be something you pick and a word that doesn’t normally come up during sex.”

“Like ice cream,” she suggested, remembering his peace offering earlier in the night.

“Ice cream it is,” he confirmed.

She placed her hands on his waist and looked at him, as vulnerable as she’d ever been.

“Ok. I’m scared, David. I’ve never done anything like this. And never with anyone like you.”

He stroked her cheek, soothing her with his thumb.

“I know you are, but try and trust me. Anything that doesn’t feel right or enjoyable, just use your safe word and we stop. Ok?”

“Ok. What do you want me to do?”

“Strip naked and crawl up on the bed on your knees, facing the wall,” he ordered.

A current of heat licked through her, starting at the tips of her breasts and traveling down to her pussy where she felt herself moisten and expand in eager anticipation.

“Don’t make me tell you twice,” he gently warned.

She stuck her fingers on each side of her plain, matronly undies and pushed them down, momentarily embarrassed she hadn’t done any private maintenance in far too long.

After her undies, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and reached behind her back to unhook her sports bra, every single nerve in her body firing up. She crawled up on her comforter as she oriented herself towards the wall, waiting for her next instruction. What did it say about her that she was loving this? The anticipation of what would happen and when it would take place.

She felt the bed dip when he sidled up behind her.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, his breath hot on her neck.

Once she did, his arms snaked around her as he secured the navy silk scarf over her eyes and she knew a second of alarm.
It’s ok, it’s ok. Say “ice cream” when you wa
nt this to end.
She didn’t want it to end. It was already, without him touching her, the most erotic experience of her entire life. Her arousal had never been as deep as it was sitting on her bed, waiting for him.

He tightened the scarf around her eyes and down to the top portion of her nose, successfully blocking the natural and manufactured light throughout her loft.

“Everything okay?” he whispered, kissing first her right shoulder then her left one.

“Yes.”

“Good. By the way, you should only speak to me in response to a question I ask or if you ask permission to speak. Or if you need to use your safe word. Alright?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Spread your legs as much as you can and still remain comfortable,” he ordered, stroking the lower portion of her back and down to the crack of her bottom. She had never been into ass play, had never even let any of her lovers inside back there, but his nimble fingers were quickly making her re-consider.

She complied with his request and waited for further instructions.

“Place your hands on your hips and do not move them.”

She did.

“Calleigh?”

“Yes?”

“Do you ever touch yourself?” he asked in her ear, his breath stroking her as surely as his fingers did.

“Of course. Doesn’t everyone?” She laughed, quickly and uncomfortably, grateful for the fact she didn’t have to look at him and that he couldn’t see the anxiety rippling throughout her torso.

He lightly swatted her ass, not nearly enough to mark her, but enough that she was quickly reminded who was in charge.

“Yes or no, Calleigh. Do you masturbate?”

“Yes.”

“What do you use? Don’t lie or leave anything out,” he softly warned, keeping up his subtle stroking of her ass. She liked it, but she wanted him inside of her.

“I want you to tell me about every single thing you’ve ever used, ever put inside of your soft, sweet spot to make yourself come. Dildos, vibrators, your fingers….”

“I use my fingers,” she answered, wanting to move her rear back against him, searching for something out of her reach.

“What else?” he prompted.

She hesitated, embarrassed and quietly ashamed for something that was normal. “I’ve used dildos.”

“Very good. Tell me about them, Calleigh. When did you first use a dildo to fuck yourself?” he softly questioned, his words quiet in the darkness.

“I bought my first dildo in college, from a sex shop.” The blindfold emboldened her. Bolder than she’d ever been with any other man.

“Go on.”

“It was approximately five inches long, very life-like,” she continued.

“What color was it?”

“Flesh-colored.”

“Ahh, nice, Calleigh. Did you fantasize with your dildo? Did you dream a well-endowed man was fucking you with his big cock?”

“Yes.”

The romantic in her regretted their first time was going to be doggy-style, but she was so turned on, she was more focused on completing the act than anything else. She craved his cock right at the space designed specifically for this act. For this man.

§ § §

David moved his fingers from Calleigh’s ass to the front of her muff, drawing circles all around, but refusing to travel inside of it. He wanted to make her work for it. The longer he drew this out, the better it would ultimately be for both of them and the more relaxed she would be when he made her his.

“Do you still use it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t,” she answered, unconsciously moving her backside in rhythm to his fingers.

“Do you use any dildos now, Calleigh?”

“No,” she whispered.

“What else do you use, Calleigh?” he continued, moving his fingers around and around teasing her, refusing to please her.

“I have a vibrator.”

“Where do you keep it?”

She paused. “In the bottom drawer of the right hand side of the bedside table.”

He immediately left the bed in search of one of his favorite toys. While vibes were completely pedestrian in the world of BDSM, practically mainstream these days with every mini-van driving suburban housewife owning one, if not several more, they were still his favorite – one hundred percent guaranteed to make his partner come. And come. And come some more until he decided to turn it off.

He put the vibrator up to his nose and smelled her sweet, distinctive scent before returning to bed.

“Do you like pleasuring yourself?” he asked in her ear, settling back behind her, pushing her long blonde hair to the side so he could plant soft kisses across her shoulder blades. He loved kissing her skin, skin that was a delicious combination of sweet and salty that teased his lips and left him wanting to kiss every inch of her.

That act would have to wait.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Take your hands off your hips and plant them in front of you, on the bed.”

She complied.

“Excellent.”

Without any preamble, he placed the vibrator right at her entrance and turned it on.

An involuntary moan left her lips.

“Do you like that?” he taunted, moving the vibrator around and around but refusing to place it where she needed it the most.

“Yes,” she responded.

“Do you want more?”

“I want whatever you’re willing to give me, David.”

With her words, his heart turned over in his chest and opened itself. Here was his match, in every way. Sexually, mentally, intellectually, and emotionally.

Kissing her neck, he drove the vibrator deep inside of her, mimicking the motions of sex, in and out until she was on the edge, completely frayed and spent.

“Are you ready to come?” he asked, loving the power she offered him over her. Loving
this
.

“Yes.”

With her affirmation, he increased the pace of the vibrator in and out until she screamed his name through her orgasm. Letting out her breaths after a few minutes, she whispered, “David?”

“I’m right here, right behind you. Everything’s alright. Nothing’s changed,” he comforted, realizing after the first blush orgasm wore off, she might regret everything that had just transpired.

Her continued silence encouraged him.

“Calleigh?” David questioned, caressing the perfect globes of her ass as she remained still on her hands and knees in front of him.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

§ § §

Thank. God.
Since she’d come down from her orgasm, this was what she had been craving. David. Inside of her. Pulsing. Moving. Coming. It dawned on her that he, even in his dominant and aroused state, was announcing his intent, not to turn her on, which he was definitely succeeding at, but to allow her to tell him “no” by using her safe word.

After a few beats, she felt his warm hands moving around from the rear to her hips, caressing softly, drawing imaginary circles with his fingertips while he positioned her hips and her core so his cock was aimed directly at her entrance. She wanted to moan and he wasn’t even inside of her yet.

He entered her deliberately, his cock thick and wide, stretching her walls in spite of how ready she was and how much she wanted him. At his smooth, hard move inside, she wanted to immediately bring him deeper than his initial shallow penetration.

His hands gripped her hips as he began gliding in and out, driving deeper and deeper with each successive thrust as she clenched her tight pussy around him. She wanted to see him, look into his eyes, watch him as they were doing this, but she also didn’t want to stop, was unwilling to do anything to prevent either of them from reaching completion. His cock felt as wide as a fist as he plunged in and out, increasing the tempo and depth of his thrusts until she couldn’t bear it anymore and came all over him.

She wanted to rip off the scarf and lay down in bliss, but she realized even though she’d orgasmed, the same wasn’t true for him.

He remained inside of her still, her tremors dancing all along his stiff cock.

“David?”

“Yes?”

“Is something wrong?”

“Why would something be wrong?” he questioned, still sliding in and out, hardness into softness.

“You haven’t come,” she replied as his long strokes continued to tune her up all over again.

“I know. I like prolonging this,” he murmured.

“Are you going to?”

“Am I going to what?” he countered, pulling back and pushing forward, again and again, stretching her as far as she could accommodate him.

“Are you going to come?” she croaked, moving back against him so they were moving in motion until he slapped her rear lightly again.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to,” he instructed, giving her more leeway than he had ever allowed any of his other partners. But this was new to her and the soft feelings she inspired were novel to him, feelings he hadn’t felt for any of his partners in a long time.

“The harder I push you, push us both, the more it will make you burn,” he whispered. “The better it will be when I do come. Tell me, do you like this? Do you enjoy me fucking you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what Calleigh? Use your words. Tell me how much you love my cock,” he instructed, still keeping up the pace.

For as silent as he’d been for as long as she’d known him, he was a verbal lover – the most verbal she’d ever had. It was clear that talking about their actions turned on both of them.

“I love your cock.” She now understood why some women would go to extreme lengths for amazing sex. She’d heard about it and had thought she’d experienced it during her lifetime, but tonight was off the charts. Now she fully appreciated how some women could be completely captivated by a man and the things he could do to her.

“What do you love about it? Be specific.”

“I love how hard it is.”

“You make me hard, Calleigh.”

All of this was completely new to her. She’d never talked dirty in her life, nor had any of her boyfriends ever talked dirty to her, asking her to talk about their cocks, her sexual experiences, her toys.

“I love feeling your cock inside of me,” she continued as he pulled out of her and stayed out of her, keeping only the tip lying at her entrance, not quite committing to coming in yet again. “I love how wide it is, how it fills me up,” she said.