For His Desire (Full Trilogy) (4 page)

She heard a door swing open; he was not going to untie her hands and let her open the door on her own.  When she had received the tour of Michael’s house before, it hadn’t included a tour of his property as well.

“Take two steps and then one large step.  That will take you outside.”

Elena felt the whole game being elevated to another level.  Being outside and naked felt decadent; being outside and naked, blindfolded and hands bound, Elena felt like a sexual being deep in her core.  Just as with the restaurant, she imagined eyes upon her; perhaps curious neighbors were watching her right now.

But Michael wouldn’t do that – or at least she didn’t think so.  She took the steps and stood, feeling the cool breeze on her nearly-nude body.  She heard random sounds of nature, but they sounded very distance.  With her sight temporarily taken, Elena’s other senses were much more acute.  She was certain that they had to be in his backyard; she was just very curious how it all looked.

She smelled a strong scent – something akin to bleach.  “Chlorine,” she said aloud, feeling panicked.  “Where are we?”

“In the yard, near the pool,” Michael said and Elena felt her heart thump erratically.

She was suddenly terrified, certain that she was going to drown.  There was no way she could take another step.  Even though she could feel grass beneath her feet, she was certain that the pool was only one step away.

Though she didn’t speak again, Michael must have seen her hesitation.  “Trust me,” he said, his voice soothing, cutting through the fog of her panic.  “I won’t let you drown.”  He stroked her hair and she caught her breath, thinking perhaps he would hold on to her, but he gave the order to take two steps forward.

Elena was rooted to the spot with terror.  If she could smell the pool, she knew that they had to be close.  With her hands tied, she wouldn’t be able to swim.  She was also aware that her fear of being wet in this pool was making her pussy drenched.  She took one step and stopped, then took the other step and stopped.

“Good girl,” Michael said, whispering the words into her ear and she was surprised at how happy such simple words made her feel.  Perhaps he knew how difficult it had been for her.  He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him eagerly.  He picked her up and carried her into the pool.  She began struggling against the silk tie, feeling his control but also her fear.

“I won’t let you go,” Michael promised.  “Trust me,” he said again.  Elena felt fear, but was encouraged by the feeling of the pool’s bottom beneath her feet.  She trembled and he kissed her passionately, possessively.  Elena could feel his naked chest against her own and she wondered when and where he had stripped.  It didn’t matter, though; he was there, holding on to her in the pool and she was so aroused that when his hands parted her labia, she thought she would explode.  He slipped a finger inside of her, working it in and out of her wet cunt as Elena gasped.  It was soon joined by a second finger and Elena sighed, feeling so decadent and unbelievably sexual.

The fear of the water was being swallowed up by her need and by her desire for Michael.  She spread her legs wider, wanting him inside of her any way she could have him.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said, his fingers fucking her faster.  Elena moaned.  “So are you,” she said, knowing even though she couldn’t see him that he was standing there with her in the pool, nude and very attractive.

His fingers probed deep inside of her until he suddenly withdrew them.  She moaned with the familiar frustration associated with Michael’s teasing.  His hands were on her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingertips.  She thrust her breasts out to him, wanting him to claim her with his hands, his mouth.  Now she felt his mouth on her nipples; his tongue against the hardened points.

“Oh, Michael.”  The sensations of the water and his hands and mouth were overwhelming Elena and she had an urgent need for his cock.  “Please.”  Just that word was all it took and Elena felt his hard cock against her moist pussy.  It was the moment the night had been building toward, and yet Michael was still able to tease her, keeping his cock pressed against her, but not inside of her.  The teasing got to be too much for both of them and he thrust into her, his cock filling her.  Elena pressed against him as she was able.

“Michael,” she said breathlessly.  He held her tightly as he thrust into her, filling her.  She was bound and blindfolded, but she felt so liberated and free and she pushed against him with a wild abandon she had not realized that she possessed.  “Fuck me.  Michael, fuck me.  Please.” 

Elena wanted to see Michael’s face, but had to settle for hearing him and feeling him against her.  She was more aware of the scent of chlorine and of Michael, his hands clutching her, caressing her.  His lips sought hers, parting them and Elena wondered for a moment if her lipstick was smeared.  It would have to be and the thought of what she must look like to him, naked and in the water aroused her more.

She felt weightless in the water and Michael was deep inside of her, holding her.  His was her anchor and she felt herself bit by bit letting go.  She pulled him inside of her and suddenly it wasn’t quite enough.  She wanted more, wanted to feel him deeper. 

His hands held her hips and she fought the temptation to keep her feet planted firmly.  Instead, she wrapped her legs around him, moving her hips.  She could feel the water against her naked skin as well as his wet, naked chest against her.  She heard the motion of the water around them as he rammed into her, his cock filling her so deeply that she grunted with each thrust.

It was awkward trying to maintain the position with her arms bound behind her, but the difficulty of the position just aided in making her slow-building orgasm even more intense.  Each movement just fueled her excitement more.  It was hers, she knew, that orgasm that ripped through her, but as reached that high, she thought that it belonged to him, all to him.  He had coaxed it from her, starting with the moment he picked her up at her place and the result was earth-shattering.  She was shaking, her whole body feeling weak and yet powerful.  She relaxed, knowing that she was still in the water but feeling secure with Michael there, still holding her.

Michael untied Elena’s hands, the water making the knot in the tie difficult to untie.  He had anticipated that it might.  Though Elena did not know it, Michael kept scissors close in case he would need to cut the tie, but he was able to undo the knot and remove the tie.  “Leave the blindfold in place,” he said and Elena could hear the arousal in his voice as he spoke.  Knowing that he was having such a powerful reaction to her made her feel more excited and uninhibited. 

He turned her around, placing her hands at the edge of the pool and telling her to hold onto it.  She gripped the side, feeling less afraid now.  Her feet were planted on the bottom of the pool.  Though her hands were free, she was not even tempted to remove the blindfold.  It didn’t feel right to her to do so.

Elena leaned forward, holding on tightly as she was told and allowing Michael access to her cunt from behind.  He thrust his rigid cock into her and Elena gasped, feeling the fullness his cock gave her.  The sensations were different from what she felt when he was inside of her before.  Michael held onto her, but instead of holding her hips as he did before, he was behind her and cupping her breasts.  He kissed her neck and she wanted to reach behind her to touch him, but instead she held onto the poolside as he drove into her.

Elena could feel Michael’s need and it seemed to equal her own, which thrilled her and excited her.  She felt bolder still now and she took one hand off of the side of the pool and rubbed her hand against her clit.

“I want to hear you,” Michael said and Elena moaned as her fingers sought her own most sensitive areas.  He was still inside of her, thrusting into her and she rubbed fasted, more frantically, knowing that she needed to climax again.  “You have no idea how sexy you are.”

Michael’s hands teased her nipples, feeling them stiffen against his touches.  The night air was warm, but the pool water felt warmer still and Elena pushed back against Michael.  The sounds wrenched from her throat were louder and more urgent, moans and grunts as Elena touched and stroked, feeling an orgasm building anew.  Being blindfolded and so close to orgasm, Elena felt so sexual, touching herself wildly and stroking herself just as she liked it.

Michael thrust against her and Elena could feel the water move around her with the motion.  Her hand rubbed faster and faster until the orgasm tore through her.  Michael’s cock drove into her pussy, deeper and deeper until he came inside of her, letting out a loud moan as he did so. 

Elena felt the warm spurt of Michael’s semen inside of her and she felt her body go limp.  Michael helped her stand up, still holding on to her.  “I won’t let you go,” Michael promised and Elena wasn’t sure whether he meant in the pool or in life.  For the moment, it didn’t matter but she hoped beyond hope that he meant both.

He helped her from the pool and removed the blindfold.  Her legs felt weak from the two intense orgasms and she was sure she looked frightful.  Her hair was matted to her hair, wet.  Her stockings were ruined, though she knew that they were replaceable.  Her makeup was smeared, yet that didn’t matter to her – or to him.

Elena noticed that Michael had towels sitting near the pool and she was amazed that he had seen to every little detail. 

Though she had been unsure about trusting him so completely, Elena was glad to see that her trust had not been misplaced.  Michael had a way of getting inside of her even when he was not touching her.

(For His Desire Book 2)

“Hold still,” Michael instructed.  “I don’t want to cut you.”

“I am still,” Elena replied, though that wasn’t quite true.  She squirmed a bit under the cold of the shaving cream.  The bathroom floor, too, was cold beneath her bare ass.  She wanted to hold still, but that wasn’t quite the same as actually being still.

Michael dragged the razor carefully over Elena’s neatly trimmed public hair.  Though she could not see him, she could feel the sharp blade glide over her skin and she willed herself to remain absolutely immobile.

He had promised her a unique experience and Michael did not disappoint her.  He had tied her hands together over her head using leather restraints and placed the blindfold over her eyes.  She could smell the shaving cream and could smell the leather of the restraints, the scents combining in a very enticing way.

It seemed like such a simple act, just removing some excess hair, yet there was definite possessiveness to the act.  Michael was marking her – even though it was just in a temporary way.  He continued to amaze and excite her with every passing day.

Elena barely dared to breathe when she felt the razor against her sensitive skin.  It was highly erotic, the cold metal against her warmth.  “You’re washing away all the shaving cream,” he teased and Elena blushed.  She knew she was incredibly wet and she could feel herself making a puddle on the bare floor.

“I knew I should have put a towel under you,” Michael chastised.  “Very, very messy.”  Elena felt her blush deepen and she tried to imagine how she looked to him, sprawled and tied on the cold bathroom floor.  This bathroom was attached to Michael’s master bedroom, but this was the first time she had ever been inside of the room.

She was lost in the scents and the sensations and with being with Michael.  She didn’t know where this was headed, but she definitely wanted to find out.  She did, though, remember each moment that led to her being tied up on Michael’s bedroom floor.

On Thursday night, Elena arrived at Michael’s front door as instructed.  She was having fond memories of their previous weekend and the delightful pool exploits.  Her face felt bright red, a shade that matched her new favorite lipstick.  She was wearing a red dress – a color that she rarely wore – but she was feeling inspired and excited.

Her heart was beating so furiously that she was sure Michael could hear it on the other side of the door.  Just in the slight chance that only she could hear the frantic racing of her heart, she rang the doorbell.

Her smile faltered a bit when the door opened and Michael wasn’t on the other side.  She was certain of the address and recognized the house, but the woman answering the door was decidedly not familiar.

“Ms. Carter, please come in,” the woman said, opening the door to fully allow Elena inside.  Elena did so, glancing at the woman.  “Mr. Anderson instructed me to place you in the library to wait for him.”