Drew couldn’t believe this was happening. His heart was pounding in his chest as the reality of what was about to occur sank in. Beth stood before him slowly unbuttoning her top. He could already see a hint of the purple bra she was wearing. She toyed with the next button that would give him a full view of her chest. He wanted her to hurry. He wanted to see, to touch, to taste.
In reaction to his thoughts, he leaned forward. The motion tugged at the scarf that bound his wrist to the chair—reminding him that he wasn’t, in fact, free to touch. He groaned and the burning in his groin increased. His reaction didn’t make any kind of sense, but it was there just the same.
Beth must have heard him groan. She stepped forward and bent over to whisper in his ear. Her breast was inches from his face. “See something you like?”
“Yes.” It was all he could do to get out that one word when she was so close to him.
Without moving away, she popped the button she’d been playing with a few moments before. He took a deep breath as he watched her work through the remaining buttons before discarding the shirt. She hadn’t backed away during the process. Her tits were right there. So close, yet far enough away that he couldn’t easily reach. Not with his arms bound as they were.
Her chest vibrated, and he glanced up to find her grinning down at him.
This teasing was torture.
He loved it.
She cupped the back of his head and positioned herself so that his face was nestled between her breasts. He wasted no time nuzzling his nose into her cleavage and running his lips along the seam of satin and lace. Beth wasn’t overly endowed in that area, but she had more than enough in his opinion. Her bra pushed her tits together, and he ran his tongue along the valley it created.
Beth reached up with her free hand and pushed one satin cup out of the way. He didn’t need an engraved invitation. In less than a second, his lips were covering her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. She dug her nails into his scalp as he continued to lick and suck and tease. With only her body, she told him what she wanted and how she wanted it.
Somewhere along the line, she released her hold on him long enough to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. It fell away, and she guided him to the other side. He’d never been a breast man, but there was something about having Beth’s tits in his mouth—feeling her fingers in his hair—that turned him on more than playing with a woman’s breasts ever had in the past.
The sound of a zipper caught his attention. He stopped and began to pull away.
“I don’t remember telling you to stop.” Her voice was firm but breathy at the same time.
He went back to what he was doing, but he had to admit that he was imagining what that sound meant and the fact that he was tied to a chair and not able to get his hand on her luscious ass.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“No. I was just . . .”
She tilted his head up and brushed her lips against his. “Did you not want me to take off the rest of my clothes?”
There was a gleam in her eye, and Drew realized that he’d screwed up. Even though all they’d agreed on was some light bondage, he’d told her he wanted her to take charge when it came to the bedroom. “Sorry. I guess old habits are hard to break.”
Beth hummed and trailed her mouth along his jaw until she captured his earlobe between her teeth. “I shall forgive you.” She bit down enough to cause a slight measure of pain. “This time.”
He got the message. Tonight was only a little fun and exploration of something he’d wanted to try. In the future, there would be consequences.
Before he could dwell too much on what had just happened, she lowered her mouth over his again, and thrust her tongue inside. There was no sweetness to this kiss. Teeth clashed as she continued her assault, holding his head in the exact position she wanted it.
Gradually she eased her grip, and softened the kiss. There was still no doubt, however, as to who was in control. He met every caress of her tongue with one of his own.
Drew was so lost in the kiss that he almost missed the movement of her hips as she straddled him. It was only then that he realized her skirt and panties were gone. He’d heard the zipper, yes, but how had he missed her shedding the rest of her clothing?
His breath caught in his throat as she rubbed her bare pussy over his cock. Her juices covered him as she rocked her hips and continued to kiss him. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to feel that heat surrounding him.
“Beth.”
He tried to break free from their kiss, so she moved her mouth lower to his neck. Drew didn’t know if that was any better as she ran her teeth along his skin, biting and sucking as she went. He was on fire and he felt as if he would go mad if he didn’t have her soon.
When he didn’t think it could get any worse, it did. Beth reached down between them. He couldn’t see from the position he was in, but he could feel it. She lifted enough to fit her hand between them, and plunged her fingers into her pussy. Drew couldn’t tell how many, but it didn’t matter. She was fucking herself right there on his lap.
“Please. Please, Beth. I want to be inside you. I need to . . .”
The next thing he knew, those same fingers that had been in her pussy were at his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth and took the offering. Tasting her only made him want her more. He was so aroused, he was afraid he might not last long even if she did give him what he wanted.
She removed her fingers from his mouth and brought his lips to meet hers. He moaned deep in his throat and his nostrils flared as he tried to keep himself in check. At the same time, he didn’t want to. All he could think about was her.
Beth pulled back enough to rest her forehead against his. Her eyes were dilated and she was breathing hard. The tips of her nipples brushed against his chest, sending sparks through him with every touch.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” It was all she said before she took hold of his cock and lined it up with her entrance.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as she lowered herself down.
“Open your eyes. I want you looking at me.”
Drew did as she said, and he was so glad he did. Her eyes glazed over as she took him all in. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss that.
Once she had taken every inch of him, she began to move. First it was only a rocking motion. Then she rested her hands on his shoulders and began lifting and lowering herself on his cock. It was only by watching her face, knowing that he wanted her to get there first, that he kept his orgasm at bay.
Seeing her pleasure build was a fascinating sight. As she got closer, her eyelids drooped. Her head fell back, breaking their eye contact, and her mouth opened to form a silent O.
Her speed picked up and he had to close his eyes again to keep himself from coming. It was the only way.
Again, he felt it when she slipped her hand between them to touch herself. This time she used two fingers—one on each side of his erection—to rub. He forced his eyes open so he could see the motion of her hand as it moved.
Watching her hand was nearly his undoing. Knowing she was touching herself combined with the movement of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy made all the moisture leave his mouth. For the first time since she’d bound his wrists, he made a conscious effort to get free. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to hold her hips in his hands and impale her with his cock over and over until she exploded all over him.
Not only did her tie hold, but also his actions weren’t needed. Beth took what she wanted from him. She ground herself against him with a fierceness and abandon he’d never seen from a woman before outside porn. He knew porn was fake. Beth wasn’t faking. She was as caught up as he was.
Her breath hitched and her fingers picked up their pace. A few moments later, she released a strangled moan as her muscles pulsed around him. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever.
When she finally stilled and opened her eyes again, he was still hard and teetering on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to make him come.
Beth smiled and gave him a long, languid kiss. And while she kept their bodies joined, she remained amazingly still. He needed friction.
In that vein, Drew lifted his hips.
She broke the kiss and stood.
He nearly cried.
That is until Beth turned herself around and began to lower herself onto him again—this time giving him a prime view of her ass.
***
Beth had almost forgotten how much fun this was. Okay, that wasn’t true. She hadn’t forgotten. Not really. But she didn’t realize how much she’d missed this feeling of being in complete control of her pleasure as well as her partner’s.
Given that she had Drew exactly where she wanted him at the moment, she figured she’d provide him a nice view as she milked his cum from him. They’d talked about him being an ass man, and he’d more than proven it to be true over the short time they’d been together. At every opportunity, his hands went straight for her backside.
As soon as she seated herself on his cock again, his breathing picked up, and he began to buck his hips. She could only imagine how badly he wanted his hands free. It would be interesting to see how he felt about the restriction . . . after.
She braced her hands on his knees, and rocked in time with him. It felt good, and another orgasm began to build low in her belly.
His thrusts became more aggressive and she knew he was getting close. She shifted her weight to one hand and began massaging her clit.
“Please tell me you’re close. I don’t know if I can hold on much longer,” he panted.
Beth was close. Closer than even she realized.
Her second climax hit her without much warning. One moment she was climbing the peak, and then the next she was flying. She cried out as her orgasm claimed her.
A few moments later, as she was coming back down to earth, she realized Drew was chanting her name. Running her hands along his inner thighs, she nudged his balls out of the way, and began rubbing his perineum.
He went off like a rocket—her name left his lips in a gasp.
She gave him some time and then twisted around so that she could see his face. He looked up at her and blew out a shaky breath.
Beth chuckled and reached behind the chair to loosen the scarf. “I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Drew nodded, and she lifted herself from his lap.
The loss she felt was frightening. She’d always enjoyed sex . . . even more so after she’d discovered kink. This was something altogether different.
Trying not to dwell too much on what she was feeling, she gathered up her discarded clothes, and strolled into the half bathroom right off the kitchen. She took a few minutes to go to the bathroom and clean herself up.
When she walked back into the kitchen with a damp cloth, Drew was standing beside the chair, still naked, with a huge grin on his face. She laid the cloth on the counter and took a quick look at his wrists. There were a few red marks, but nothing that would last more than an hour or two.
After her brief inspection, he glanced down at both his wrists.
“You may want to roll your shoulders a few times. It will help prevent stiffness,” she said, reaching for the cloth and handing it to him.
“Thanks.”
Once he’d cleaned himself, he did as she suggested and rolled his shoulders several times. She took the opportunity to go back to preparing dinner. It was already after six thirty. Now that she wasn’t ready to jump his bones, her body was making its other needs known.
She heard him moving around behind her as she turned the oven back on to warm the steak and potatoes. The potatoes would be fine—she wasn’t worried about that. The steak was a completely different story. It had only been cooking for four or five minutes before she’d turned everything off. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too chewy.
Turning around, she came face to face with Drew. Before she could say anything, he wrapped his arms around her, and buried his nose in the crook of her neck.
Beth didn’t hesitate to return the hug. It felt good to have a man’s arms around her again. Even if she was still scared of getting hurt.
“That was amazing,” he murmured against her skin.
“So you enjoyed your first experience with bondage?”
He pulled back enough to see her face, and ran a hand along her cheek. “It was . . . well, it’s hard to describe. Not being able to touch you when I wanted to was frustrating. But knowing you could do anything you wanted to me and I couldn’t stop you”—he brushed his lips against hers—“I’m not sure I’ve been so turned on in my life.”
She smiled. “So you’d like to do it again?”
Drew kissed her. He took his time, and she felt herself melting into his embrace. “You can tie me up anytime you want.”
Beth laughed and circled her arms around his neck. “Good to know.” They stood there for several minutes touching and kissing until the timer she’d set went off.
Drew laid out the plates and silverware while she got the food out of the oven and brought it to the table. By the time everything was in place and they were ready to sit down and eat, it was almost seven. He held out her chair for her. When he’d set the table he’d made sure to seat them side by side rather than across from each other as they’d been on Saturday night. Throughout the meal, he continued to touch her. Sometimes it was little more than a brush of her hand or arm. With every caress, she felt her libido revving up again.
She cleared her throat. “We should talk about tonight.”
He took a bite of his food. “What about it?”
“Was there anything I did that you didn’t like?”
His answer was immediate. “No.”
“Nothing?” she asked.
“I’ll admit you did a few things that surprised me, but considering I don’t remember the last time I came like that . . . no, I can’t say there was anything you did that I didn’t like.”
She was quiet for a few moments. “Speaking of coming, I know we didn’t really talk about protection. I get a shot every three months, but we still should have talked about that. I’m sorry. I got caught up—”
“It’s fine,” he said, laying a hand on her arm to stop her rambling. “We’d already talked about us both being clean and I trust that you’d be careful about pregnancy.”
“Still, it was irresponsible of me.”
He finished the rest of his dinner before he responded. “I could have said something, too. It wasn’t as if you had me gagged or anything. I am an adult, remember. I have a condom in my wallet. My dad taught me always to carry one. Just in case.”
She grinned. “Very good advice.”
“It was. And it came in handy more than once over the years.” He turned to face her. “When I realized that you weren’t going to use anything, the only thing I felt was happiness that there wouldn’t be anything between us. I’m twenty-eight and I’ve never had sex without a condom. The main reason for that was that I’ve never been in a relationship before where I intended it to last for any length of time. It was something I’d considered with my last girlfriend, but then things fell apart and I’m glad I decided not to go there. Maybe, deep down, I knew how she’d react to my desires and that’s why I never broached the subject.”
Even though he didn’t say it, she knew what he was implying. Drew was making a commitment to her. To them. He didn’t have plans to go anywhere anytime soon. It left her with mixed feelings. She didn’t want him to go anywhere, but at the same time it was a big step given they’d only been on one official date.
Deciding it was best not to dwell on it, she changed the subject. “Wednesday starts your four days off. Did you want to try a scene or would you rather wait?”
“If it means you having your wicked way with me again, then yes. I want to try a scene.”
Beth ignored his flippant response. “I was thinking we should keep it simple. Since you enjoy bondage, we could work that in as well as some impact play. Are you up for that?”
He must have realized how nervous she was because he clasped her hand and squeezed. “Beth, I trust you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. As long as it’s not a hard limit, I want you to do what you want. I promise that I’ll use my safewords if it gets too much. That’s what they’re there for, right?”
She nodded. “Right.”
Drew was quiet for a moment. “You’re not having second thoughts about us, are you?”
“No.” She smiled and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Ben and I had been dating a few months before we started playing.”
“I get it. It took me four months to get up the courage to bring up something as simple as bondage in my last relationship.”
“And I tied you to a chair on the second date.”
He laughed. “Yeah.”
Drew hadn’t let go of her hand. Their eyes met, and he moved closer, drawing her in.
“Did you want to spend the night?” she asked as his lips drew closer to her mouth.
“I have to work tomorrow,” he whispered. “I have to be in at seven, and I don’t have any clothes here.”
She placed her palms flat on his chest and began moving them lower. “What I have in mind wouldn’t involve clothing. And besides, my alarm goes off at five. Surely that would give you enough time to get home and change.”
His response came in actions rather than words. He stood, taking her by the hands. “How fast do you think we can get this cleaned up?”
Cleaning up was the last thing she was worried about given the heated look he was giving her. “It can wait until tomorrow.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when he began leading her toward the stairs.