Chapter 24 - Riker
Lacy’s acceptance turned my gloomy interlude into a stretch of life that I couldn’t have imagined. I’d gone from a miserable bachelor to a family man overnight. The woman of my dreams was taking me by the hand up the stairs she’d feared. Jonas was gone to his girlfriend, and the house was ours for the night.
“Take off everything but your undershorts,” she ordered. I complied, although I was puzzled by the request. “Sit on that chair, and don’t touch me.”
“Lacy, before you begin, do you know what kind of chair that is?”
“You dare to question me? Of course. It’s a tantra chair. Now do as you were told.”
I sat, and as I watched, she began a slow tease of removing her clothes. When she was done, she looked like a beautiful young Lady Godiva, naked with her waist-length blonde hair lying over her the perfect orbs of her breasts. She turned her back to me and returned with a thick roll of black tape, which she used to bind my hands together behind my back. When that was done, she taped my mouth so I couldn’t open it. “If you need the safe word, just grunt,” she told me.
She pushed me back on the tantra chair, one leg on either side so my thighs were splayed open and my arms beneath me, making it difficult for me to sit up. That, however, was her intention. I was amused, wondering whether she knew what she was doing. Maybe she was just making things up as she went along?
“Stay here,” Lacy ordered and quickly skipped down the stairs. I heard her downstairs and then she was back, having flipped off the overhead lights. The room was absolutely devoid of light; I think you could have developed film in there. I could hear her soft breath as she approached the bottom of the chair where I lay exposed. I waited with excitement to see what she had planned.
Suddenly there was an icy cold sensation on my right nipple. “Don’t let it drop,” she ordered, and I knew it was an ice cube, melting from the heat of my skin. There was a click, and then the sounds of Wagner’s Parsifal filled the room so loudly that I could no longer hear her movements, impeding my ability to anticipate what she might do next. As the gradual build-up of the heavily emotional strains permeated the rafters, the cold water began to drip down my pecs and onto my belly. I knew eventually it would reach my groin, and then I’d be done for and miss out on what I hoped would happen.
Lacy placed another cube on my other nipple, and chills made me shudder. It was all darkness, and I had to focus on my skin’s sensitivity to anticipate which muscle to flex to hold the cube in place. Inspired, I tucked my chin, sucked one cube into my mouth and spat it on the floor. It was immediately replaced with another as her warm hand flicked across my skin, locating the naked nipple. I let the next cube stay as I racked my brain for a solution.
While I was thinking and shivering, Lacy began laying a trail of ice cubes on a path beginning at my knees and moving upward toward my groin.
She knew exactly what she was doing. She’d exposed my greatest vulnerability and challenged me to protect it, all without lifting a finger. The reward was her naked body so close to mine, and yet unavailable. I was forced to maintain absolute control. The best, or worst, was yet to come.
I felt Lacy kneel between my spread legs on the end of the tantra chair. The music soared as a spotlight appeared from the flashlight she held between her teeth—and trained on my cock. I wanted to watch with fascination, but I knew if the icy water beat her to it, I’d be deflated and out of action. Suddenly, there was a flash from the light as she produced a pair of sharp scissors. Inserting her finger into the leg of my boxer, she pushed the scissors toward me and began to snip, snip, snip closer and closer toward my attentive cock. Her closeness was making me hard and erect, and my anxiety about the impending danger was deflating it almost immediately. The effect was unbelievable. It was a constant cycle of stimulation and revulsion, and it drove blood to the area, swelling my cock until it throbbed, wanting release. All the time, the cold, wet trail was nearing.
Lacy was relentless, spreading her legs and shining the spotlight on my waving cock and then training it on her own pulsing pussy. I wanted to look, but each glance was a risk. I couldn’t move—not because I lacked the strength, but because the movement would deflate me.
She completed the rending of my shorts and then began creeping her face toward my groin, her tongue extended toward its hungry tip. She flicked it like a snake, which made me run hotter yet. She kept the light on my cock as it strained to reach her mouth.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it another second. In one lunge, I sat up, flicked the ice to the floor and snapped the tape around my wrists open. I pulled it off my mouth and reached for her startled body. In a flip, Lacy was beneath me, her legs pushed to either side of the chair, and I knelt and kissed her pussy lips before parting them with my frustrated cock.
I heard her expel a sigh of relief as I dove into her, the chair molding her body into exactly the right angle. I pushed hard, withdrew slowly, and when I heard her breathing grow faster, I put my hand below her ass and inserted a finger into the back of her. With the other hand, I lifted her upward. My cock in her pussy aimed for my finger in her ass, and I knew she felt impaled. I’d taken back the control, and she was loving it. She was gasping beneath me, a willing and complicit partner in heightening each of our reactions.
She’d dropped the flashlight, and the utter darkness heightened the inner awareness. I pushed into her every crevice, angling so I would leave no millimeter of her juicy female flesh untouched.
“I love you, Riker!” she screamed, and I echoed her words with a machine gun repetition of fucking that brought us to a simultaneous climax. I’d never experienced anything like that before. It reverberated through my body, and I convulsed as though electrocuted. When it finally eased, I lifted her into my arms and lay down on the tantra chair, holding her hard against my body. Her skin was damp from the exertion.
“Where did you learn that trick?” I whispered.
“I had a good teacher. He told me once, ‘It’s all about the anticipation.’”
I chuckled, and when the chill cooled our bodies, I carried her downstairs in my arms and put us both into my bed.