The day at the lake had passed quickly, too quickly. The whole damn weekend was rushing by at hurricane speed, and I had no way to stop it. I hadn’t given enough thought to how all this would end. Mostly, because I was a coward, and because I knew too well that I was developing feelings for Beck that went well beyond a weekend fling. Even though everything about him screamed ‘not for you’ and ‘can only lead to heartbreak and disappointment’ I couldn’t help but feel that I’d already reached a place where it was going to be hard to walk away.

When we’d arrived back at the inn, there was a note from Coco that she had gone to take some goodies to her sister’s house and that she wouldn’t be back until late. The second Beck discovered that we had the place to ourselves, he’d sent me up to my room with some direct and not to be negotiated instructions. Who was I to cut short any prospect of unbridled, possibly kinky, sex with the man?

I sat on the edge of my bed, freshly showered and rid of the road dust and, at Beck’s request, I was completely naked. I’d only been sitting there for five minutes, but my mind and body were already alive with anticipation of what might come next.

Beck’s knock on my door startled me from my thoughts. “Come in.” I was covered with gooseflesh before he even opened the door.

He stepped inside, wearing only his jeans. His hair was still wet from the shower, and he was holding strips of ribbon and a red bandana in his hand. Instinctively, I crossed my arms around my bare breasts. I hadn’t quite let go of those pesky inhibitions yet, even though I wanted nothing more than to lose them all when I was with Beck.

Without a word and with a serious expression, one that was a cross between hunger and lust, Beck crouched down in front of me. He reached up and took hold of my hands and held them out to look at me, all of me. “I will never tire of seeing you naked, Emmie. Never. So don’t cover up when I walk into the room.” He lifted his mouth to mine and kissed me. “Ready for a little more fantasy?”

I bit my lip, which was all the response I could muster. He knew I wanted this. He didn’t need to ask. He stood up. I dropped my head back to watch him reach full height. His shoulders nearly spanned the bed frame, and his hands suddenly looked even bigger than I remembered. Or it might have been the thin fluttery blue ribbons he was holding.

I swallowed hard. “Do you want me to lie back on the bed?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Stand up.”

I stood in front of him. He motioned for me to turn around. He brought the red bandana up and tied it around my eyes so that I could see nothing. I’d never had any man tie a blindfold on me, but something told me it wouldn’t end there. He took a few moments to trail hot kisses along my neck and shoulder as I stood in front of him with my eyes covered and no idea what would come next.

I felt him move away from me, taking all his luscious body heat with him. The bed’s distinctive creak was followed by some rustling of pillows. Then he was near me again. It wasn’t just the heat, my entire body could sense when Beck was close.

He hadn’t even touched me yet, but my knees wobbled and my body tensed with expectation. Beck took hold of my hand and led me around the bed. He turned me and helped me up onto the mattress. I scooted forward on my knees and came up against a soft tower of pillows that had been positioned, it seemed, in the center of the bed.

“Lean down over the pillows,” he directed, his voice gravelly rough and low. I complied and soon found myself resting on the mattress with my ass jutting up high in the air. I sucked in a startled breath as his hand took hold of my ankle. He moved my leg far to the side and tied the ribbon around it. I pulled my leg away instinctively.

He held it firm. “Do you want to stop?” he asked.

I gave it hardly a second of thought. “No.” I relaxed my leg as he moved it toward the corner of the bed and tied it to the end post. He did the same with the other leg. My legs were splayed wide open, and my ass was jutting in the air. And my eyes were covered. I was losing my nerve. I reached for the blindfold.

“All bets are off, sweetheart, if you don’t play by all the rules.”

I dropped my hand from the blindfold.

The mattress moved as he leaned his body over and brought his face near mine. “I would never hurt you, Emmie. Never.”

I nodded weakly. My heart raced as he moved back toward the end of the bed. My first instinct was to move my legs as he climbed between them. But they were bound to the bed. My pussy was completely exposed. I realized that I was wet with anticipation as he moved his body and brought his mouth against my inner thigh.

My fingers had nothing to touch, so I clutched the sheets and relaxed my head against the bed, reveling in the tender kisses he trailed along my thighs. Even though my ass was high in the air, I found myself lifting it even higher, asking for his mouth to move to my pussy.

He heard my silent plea. His strong hand reached beneath me, and his thumb flicked against my clit as his tongue licked along the folds of my pussy. His free hand ran along the crack of my ass, and, just as in the shower, he penetrated my ass with just enough force to make me clamp my muscles tighter around his hand and his mouth. His tongue dove into me again and again. I tried to move my legs, forgetting, temporarily, that he had me bound to the bed. There was something kinky but invigorating about the idea of being tied to the bed, unable to move freely. I was his to do with what he liked and that notion sent a thrill through me.

“Oh, Beck,” I sighed as my fingers seized more of the bed sheet. I lifted my ass to meet the onslaught from his tongue and finger as he impaled every intimate part of me. My mind was a blur, and all I could focus on was where he touched me. He quickly brought me to orgasm. I cried out against the mattress as my body trembled.

Before I knew what was happening, Beck was inside of me. His cock penetrated me while my pussy was still pulsing with the orgasm. He rocked against me, pumping himself deeper as he moved slowly, methodically. I had barely caught my breath when once again my body shook in spasms and my pussy tightened around him. He brought me to climax again.

“Oh, Beck,” I cried out, nearly overwhelmed by it all. Slowly, the pulsating waves of pleasure diminished. As they did, Beck moved faster and harder against me, producing a tender but sweet ache in my pussy. My body was exhausted. I gripped the sheets as he thrust into me fast and hard.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” he groaned as he jammed his cock deeper one last time and came.

Slowly, he pulled free and set about untying my feet from the bed.

“Thank you. I’d hate to have Coco find me like this in the morning,” I said with a faint giggle.

I pushed the blindfold off and squinted into the daylight filled room. I scooted the pillows up to the headboard and rested back. Beck stretched his long, hard body out next to mine.

I kissed his shoulder. “That was amazing.”

“Just want to make sure we don’t leave any of those fantasies unfulfilled.”

I laughed. “Trust me, what you just did went way past any fantasy I’ve ever had.” I ran my fingers along his chest. “I’m a librarian with sensible shoes, after all.”

“I’ll be looking at books a whole different way after this weekend.” He pulled me into his arms. “So, what else do we need to do to check off some of those wild daydreams?”

I thought about the question and something snapped right into my mind. “Well, if you’re not busy tonight, I’d like to go back to the Hanky Dory. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”

“As long as Hank isn’t still pissed at me, I think we can work that out. Does it have anything to do with playing pool?”

“Nope, not pool. Just the dark corner table and this incredibly hot man stretched out next to me.”