Chapter Nine
DRILL, BABY, DRILL!
Another few nights passed and Lexie waited for the appearance of Kinky Plumber, but Joe served up nothing but vanilla sex, a term she had learned from her erotic romance novels. She didn’t have much time for reading lately, but the odd thing was that the books kept going missing or turning up in a different spot in the house.
On Sunday, after a quick breakfast together, Joe told her he was almost done with her repairs. Only a couple outside chores remained.
“That’s great news,” Lexie replied, clearing the dishes. “We should celebrate.”
“I agree,” he responded. “Give me ten minutes.”
“Okay, but what do you want to do?”
Joe smirked. “You’ll see soon enough.”
She washed the dishes while Joe went out to his truck. When he returned holding a canvas sack and a long metal pipe, her curiosity escalated. “I thought you said you were all done in here.”
“Shh. No talking.” He placed the items on the floor next to his tool kit. Dragging her away from the kitchen sink, Joe hugged her and kissed her, his mouth exploring hers as if he’d never get enough of tasting her. He lifted her up and set her down on the counter. Lexie wore only a thin, almost transparent, nightshirt, and Joe ogled her, his eyes trailing from her face all the way down to her toes. She was thrilled to see his dick jerk to life, her eyes riveted on the growing bulge inside his jeans.
“Take off your clothes.” While quietly spoken, it carried the weight of a command. Lexie glanced up at his face, surprised. “Now,” he ordered.
She giggled, liking his new authoritative demeanor. Lexie stretched alluringly before pulling the nightgown over her head. But Joe wasn’t paying attention. He gazed down at his open toolbox, clearly concentrating. She dropped the gown onto the counter, barely caring that she sat in the middle of the kitchen on the tile counter, stark naked. Embarrassment would have stifled the old mousy her—especially with Joe still dressed. However, that uptight Lexie had been replaced by a relaxed and happy siren who knew she was safe in her lover’s arms and care.
After a few more moments, he looked at her and grinned—pure, wicked lust. Lexie quivered in anticipation.
“I want to play with your body. Are you game?”
“Are we finally going to play Kinky Plumber?” she asked coyly.
“That depends. I’ve acquired some specialized tools and I’m ready to provide master service, but are you willing to let me work on all your sexy holes?”
Lexie trembled, titillation mixed with nervous excitement sending shivers down her spine. She worried he’d want to do more than she could handle. After a moment, she nodded, giving him the gift of her trust.
Joe turned and bent over his toolbox, offering her a terrific view of his tight butt. She watched, fascinated, but couldn’t see what he was doing. Abruptly, Joe turned around and stood, holding something behind his back. He indicated with a nod that she should climb off the counter.
“I wouldn’t say that the kitchen is the most romantic place, but it’ll do for my needs.”
“Mm-hmm,” Lexie murmured, trying to get a peek at what he held.
“Ms. Kosta, I understand your pipes need extreme deep plunging.” He used his most professional voice.
“What?” His serious demeanor confused her.
“I believe you requested I use my biggest snake in all your holes. I’m ready, willing, and able to provide this specialized service.”
Lexie laughed. “Yes, sir. I need all my holes serviced.”
“I must warn you that my specialized services are very expensive, but I take more than just cash.” Joe winked at her.
“Would you accept a verbal IOU?” she purred.
“No, but I’d accept other oral payment…upfront, of course.”
“Of course.”
“Well, let’s take a look and see how wet your holes are.”
Lexie nodded, nervous anticipation making her pulse pound.
“Bend over the kitchen table.” When Lexie placed her hands on the top but only leaned a little, he commanded, “All the way down. Stretched out tight.”
Without thought, she obeyed. Cool, hard wood pressed against her bare breasts, the sharp edge of the table creasing her thighs. The novelty of the position combined with the awkwardness thrilled Lexie, even as her anxiety rose higher.
“What are you going to do?” she questioned.
“Please remain silent. I do my best work when I can concentrate.”
“O-kaaaay.”
Joe walked around to where her head hung over the edge of the table. He brought his hands out from behind his back.
“Metal pipe clamp,” he said. Joe slipped one of the metal hoops around her wrist and tightened it until she couldn’t pull her hand free. He clamped the other wrist and attached them both to opposing table legs with nylon cable ties until she was tightly bound to the tabletop. Joe walked behind her and picked up an odd pipe. It was clearly new but had small metal hoops welded to it all along its length.
“It looks like you’ve been planning this for a while,” Lexie noted, angling her head so she could see over her shoulder.
“Ms. Kosta,” Joe said with mock severity, “I must insist that you remain quiet or, if necessary, I can put a stopper in that particular hole.”
Lexie gasped and shut her mouth.
Joe went down on his knees behind her, and she became desperate to see what he was doing. He placed something like a fuzzy strap around one ankle and then the other. A click sounded, and she guessed he’d attached her ankle to the pipe. Joe grasped her other ankle and pulled her legs farther apart, as widely as he could stretch them, securing her other ankle to the opposite end.
“It’s called a spreader bar. I made it myself,” he informed her with what sounded like pride.
Lexie was now completely immobilized on the kitchen table, her bare ass sticking out and her legs spread so widely that she couldn’t close her thighs even a little. Her hands were stretched across the tabletop to each far corner. The wood table became both a resting place for her body and a barrier to escape. With her pussy open and easily available, Lexie felt exposed. Vulnerable.
And curious. What would Joe do to her? For the first time in her life, she couldn’t control a man’s access to her body, even if it was all part of their game. He’ll stop if I ask him to. She knew this implicitly and trusted him, and she hoped he too felt the strengthening bond between them. She needed him to, because her heart had already bonded with Joe.
Even so, not knowing what he’d planned added an edgy thrill. Her pussy clenched.
Joe walked around to where she could see him, again holding something behind his back.
The kitchen table was not wide, and her head hung over the edge. She had to hold it up to see him.
Joe stooped down and gave Lexie a slow, hot kiss on the mouth. He cradled her head in his hands, holding her weight. His lips played with hers, first demanding and hard, then light and sweet, placing delicate kisses all around her mouth. He thrust his tongue between her lips and groaned, a low rumbly sound she felt all the way down to her pussy, which clenched impossibly harder. Lexie moaned, straining on her bonds to get even closer to him.
He stood up and out of her reach. Lexie whimpered, completely helpless, utterly dependent on him. It heightened her senses, making her hyper-alert to any sound or movement. Her sense of touch was also elevated, with every square inch of naked bare skin available for Joe to tickle or caress, and she unable to stop him.
It felt strange, but also wildly erotic, reminding her of the novels she enjoyed. Although the stories had fascinated her, Lexie never in her wildest imagination thought that she’d actually get to experience kink herself. It was both exhilarating…and unnerving.
Joe stepped back to admire his handiwork.
When Lexie raised her head to look at him, Joe brought his hand from behind his back.
“What in the world?” she exclaimed, forgetting to remain silent, her eyes focused on the strange power tool he held in his hand. It looked like a standard battery-operated drill but there was a huge black dildo attached where the drill bit normally was.
“Tsk, tsk,” said Joe, shaking his head in faux regret. “Must I put in a stopper?”
“No!” Lexie cried. “I’ll be silent. I promise.”
“Good,” he replied, winking at her. “Now, I’m a generous guy, so I’m willing to do some work before receiving payment. This specialized adaptor is something I had to order online. Can you guess what it’s used for?”
Lexie shook her head, but she feared she knew exactly how he would use it.
“Believe it or not, it’s called a drilldo. My most specialized tool to work your wettest pipe.”
Lexie shivered and twisted her head around to watch Joe walk back to his tool kit. As if talking to himself, he mumbled, “A good plumber always comes prepared with the highest quality lube.”
He picked up a bottle, grinning, and showed her.
Fascinated, she watched him open it and apply some to the end of the drilldo. He moved to stand directly behind her. Lexie squealed in shock when Joe began to insert the huge thing inside her pussy. She was too tight for it, but the lube allowed him to stretch her as he slid it slowly inside. Instinctively, Lexie tried to squirm away, to close her thighs, but she was helplessly restrained, held open for him as he deliberately, inch by inch, pushed the large phallus all the way in.
“Shh,” he murmured. Then whispered, “You can tell me to stop anytime.”
She ceased struggling with the bonds, and Joe paused, the dildo resting inside her. His free hand caressed her ass and down her thighs. Lexie forced herself to relax, knowing she could trust Joe.
“Do you want me to stop, Lexie?”
She shook her head, but then quickly changed it to a nod.
Realizing she was sending mixed messages, she murmured, “It’s okay. I mean, don’t stop.”
“No take backs,” he goaded.
“No take backs.” Lexie liked the spunky tenor in her voice, and she especially liked that Joe always asked before taking the game to a higher level. “Do your worst.”
“I hope you’ll think it’s my best.”
Joe tightened his grip on the power switch and pressed. The drilldo started to turn slowly. “This is just a test. Before I apply a full treatment to this wet hole, I need to check the fit for maximum friction.”
Lexie shuddered, trepidation and hunger driving her adrenaline higher.
He pressed the button again, and the drilldo whirred to full speed, turning faster inside her. The ribs of the rubber phallus rasped deliciously against her moist sex. He manipulated the device, plunging it in and out, rubbing it against her clit. Lexie moaned and squirmed, tugging on her restraints. Faster than she could have imagined, her burning arousal escalated to a raging inferno. Lexie cried out and reflexively clenched her buttocks to increase the exquisite contact. Within minutes, she was edging toward a hot climax.
Joe flipped the switch and pulled it out.
Lexie keened loudly, frustrated. She wanted it back inside her. Now!
She wanted to be able to touch and kiss him. She wanted all of it, but Lexie would settle for anything her kinky plumber was willing to give her.
Joe walked around the table to stand in front of her. “Liked that, did you?” He smirked. “Well, before I can complete the drilling and follow up with a full plunging, I’ll need payment.” He looked at her and waited.
Angling her head up to see his face, she nodded.
And opened her mouth.
With a lascivious smile, Joe slowly unzipped his jeans. Lexie’s eyes dropped to his crotch to watch him pull his thick, erect shaft from his pants. She lurched toward him eagerly but could hardly move in her tight restraints.
Joe edged closer, just out of reach of her mouth. Lexie licked her lips hungrily and tried again to take him into her mouth. Ever so slowly, he eased forward until the tip barely touched her lips, and she opened even wider for him. She growled, impatient and ravenous to suck him.
He was making her crazy, everything from the bondage to the lewd toy to the novelty of his game fed her lust. She stretched out her tongue, trying to reach his velvety skin.
Joe took pity on her, bringing himself to the exact distance where she could lick the very tip. She stretched and reached and flicked, wanting more than a taste. He eased closer, and she laved greedily all over the round head. Joe played his wicked game relentlessly, controlling her access, allowing her more of him only to yank backward, leaving her mouth empty. She alternately moaned, and screeched, and begged.
“Please, Joe.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I…I…” Lexie hesitated. Before Joe, she’d never been bold and brazen during sex, and what he asked embarrassed her.
He pulled completely out of her reach, making a tsking sound. “I may leave you restrained like this, until you’re prepared to pay properly for the services you need,” he goaded.
Lexie moaned in desperation. Urgency forced her to overcome her reserve. “Please!” she cried out. “Don’t go. I need to suck you.” And it wasn’t just lust driving her. She wanted that intense connection to Joe that always filled her heart with warmth and happiness.
Lexie raised her face and tried again to reach Joe, but he edged away. He smiled broadly, clearly loving this game of control.
Joe moved forward again and guided his jutting erection toward her open mouth. Lexie strained to reach him and eagerly sucked the tip between her lips, swirling her tongue around the velvety end. She moaned as he slid in a little deeper. She wanted Joe to bury himself to the hilt inside her mouth, wanted him so aroused that he too lost control, lost himself in her, but Lexie couldn’t reach any more of him than he would allow. She caressed the head with her tongue…and whimpered in frustration.
“I did what you asked,” she cried out. “I said I want to suck all of you.”
Finally, Joe eased closer, allowing her to eagerly suck him in farther. His strong hands grasped her head, and his fingers entwined in her hair, locking her head in place. He began to fuck her mouth, gently at first, in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.
Lexie moaned her encouragement, licking voraciously to incite him. Joe increased the tempo, surging forward and pulling out quickly…over and over. Lexie liked the friction on her tongue and loved having him inside her mouth even as her pussy burned to have him where she wanted him the most.
Joe fucked her mouth hard, groaning with pleasure.
Abruptly, he pulled all the way out, leaving her panting and trembling on the table. Sounding hoarse, he muttered, “I don’t want to lose it. Not yet.”
Her head dropped down.
“That will be enough payment…for now.” Then right before her, Joe stripped off his clothes until he was also completely naked. Lexie already knew his body well, but still she wanted to reach out and caress his chest, run her hands on his tight ass, and most of all, reclaim his rod with her mouth. She pulled on her restraints, straining toward him.
“Please!” It seemed to be the only word she was capable of saying.
“Time to drill, baby, drill,” Joe teased, as he walked behind her. Tired of holding up her head, she dropped it down and the blood started to rush to her brain. The entire experience was wicked. Lexie could hardly believe she was having naughty naked sex in the kitchen in broad daylight. At least her neighbors were shielded from the windows by trees or they would be treated to an X-rated matinee. Lexie giggled.
Joe snorted. “Obviously I’m doing something wrong if you’re finding this funny.” He sounded displeased, but she heard humor, too. “Time to make you squirm.”
“Joe,” she squawked. “I’ve been squirming for the last thirty minutes.”
“That was nothing, sweet Lexie. Before I’m done with you, I guarantee you’ll offer me anything to let you come.”
It might be unwise, but the new sassy her couldn’t resist. “Promises, promises. If you want four stars I’ll need action, not words.”
“Ah, Lexie, I warned you.” She opened her mouth to retort, and Joe pushed a hard tube of white plastic lengthwise across her mouth. “Another something I made from plumbing supplies. Brand-new PVC pipe should work great as a gag.”
Lexie only got the briefest glimpse of the short piece of white tubing with ribbon strung through it before Joe was tying it to her head.
“Mmmghh.” And that quickly she was gagged like a horse with a bit in her mouth.
She arched around to stare wide-eyed at Joe only to see him approach with a black satin blindfold, which he slipped over her face, removing her vision as well as her ability to speak.
“Now that the worksite is properly prepared, I can resume my labors,” Joe announced. His teasing tone rang with boyish delight.
Lexie felt more vulnerable than ever before in her life. Barely calm about being tightly restrained, now she was unable to see him or tell him to stop. What if he goes too far? Although futile, Lexie pulled and tugged on her arms and legs, trying to loosen the bonds even a little. It was useless. She was at Joe’s mercy, and by the sounds of his chuckles, he was enjoying the show she was putting on twitching and squirming on the table.
But she was also safe in Joe’s care. He might prod her to go beyond her normal boundaries, but she trusted him to keep her safe and to meet her needs. Although, clearly, he’d meet those needs only after he’d had his fill of playing with her. Panting around her gag, Lexie allowed her head to drop down once again.
“Now, if you’re ready, which means ready to relax and savor what I’m doing to you…we can begin.” He instructed, “If you are, Lexie, nod your head.”
With blood rushing to her head, Lexie asked herself, Am I ready for this?
She lay utterly still to fully experience the sensation of her stretched, secured limbs, the satiny blindfolded darkness, and the plastic pipe slashing through her mouth. Lexie was bound, blind, and mute. Lexie’s senses flowed through it all, feeling her capacity. The short tease with that strange drill had electrified her—her pussy clenched at the memory of the whirring vibrations. Having her mouth pumped by Joe’s jutting cock, restrained and unable to do anything but subserviently receive it had titillated her. Even his hands tangling in her hair, the slight pricks as he tightened his grip, had sent jolts of excitement through her body. Being completely at Joe’s mercy was thrilling. Absolutely everything about this wicked game was driving her to new heights.
I’m anxious, a little scared, but, oh shit, am I on fire!
“I’m waiting.” Joe’s impatience sounded threatening.
Lexie nodded her head. Vigorously.
“Now I need to prep the system, so it’s more receptive to the treatment,” he wickedly teased.
What did that mean?
Something barely there stroked over her hyper-alert skin. A floating caress that trailed down from her shoulders to her lower back and over her bottom to continue down the backs of her legs. The slightest tickling sensation. Lexie moaned and shivered. Perhaps it was a feather…she couldn’t tell but waited anxiously for another gentle-light caress. She jumped when it started again, this time trailing up the insides of her thighs toward her pussy.
Lexie giggled around her gag, her sensitive inner thighs ticklish. She tried reflexively to shut her legs, but Joe’s homemade spreader kept her wide open. Lexie trembled uncontrollably when the barely-there sensation caressed against the ultra-sensitive flesh at the crux of her thighs. It was delightful and aggravating at the same time. She needed something more substantial between her legs.
Then it was gone, replaced by something abrasive, gritty even, that trailed lightly down her back. Lexie jerked at the scratchy sensation as it traveled over her ass and down the backs of her legs. Goose bumps sprang up everywhere as her skin grew more and more stimulated. Once Joe reached the backs of her heels, Lexie whimpered, anxiously anticipating the feel of it tickling up her inner thighs.
“Mmmgh,” she pleaded around the gag, not even sure whether she was asking Joe to stop or to continue. Fidgeting in place, her legs bending and bottom jiggling, Lexie vibrated with ticklishness and itchy need.
Joe laughed aloud. “You are gorgeous. You’ve no idea how incredibly sexy you look right now. I don’t want to ever let you off this table.”
Catching her completely off guard, a sharp whack landed on her bottom, leaving a burning wake. She juddered involuntarily, a muffled shriek erupting from her mouth. Almost immediately the scratchy prickling began again, roaming up her inner thighs—sharp little stings that faded almost as quickly as they stung. Lexie tried to stretch away from it, but there was no escaping the erotic torture.
She whimpered when Joe stopped short of her aching pussy. Lexie tried to scoot down to his hands, not sure if she wanted the abrasion on her most sensitive place but needing something. Anything.
She got it—two moderate flicks upon her clit that left another burning wake, gentler but on her delicate flesh it burned like an electric shock. Lexie shrieked, a muted sound that was neither pain nor pleasure. Immediately, Joe’s fingers gently caressed her pussy, spreading her wetness and teasing her with alternately gentle-light touches and little flicking slaps. Unerringly, Joe would pull back every time he neared the sweet spot, every time she got that close, tormenting her with the need for just a little more.
Lexie panted noisily, her entire body writhing, her pussy on fire—the blood having pooled there making her feel heavy, wanting, and desperate. She opened her mouth and frantically begged Joe to make her come. He chuckled at the sound of her incoherent, muffled gurgling.
Even she giggled at the silly noises.
Joe swiftly undid the ties and removed the gag. “Is there something you want?” he asked with faux concern.
“Please, Joe,” Lexie pleaded, now that she had her voice back.
“That’s pretty, sweet kitten, but the best plumber understands the customer’s exact needs.”
“You know,” she urged bashfully. “Do that thing again.”
“Where? What? I can feel that there is leaking here below.” His fingers slid easily into her wet pussy. “Does this hole need to be plugged? Or perhaps drilled? No work can begin until I receive clear work orders.”
Lexie could feel herself blushing—her face hot—but her aching arousal pushed her to demand loudly, “Put that thing back in me.”
“Which thing, exactly?”
“I’ll do anything you want, but don’t make me say it out loud,” she whined.
“Yep.” He winked. “You will do anything I want. You’re not exactly in a position to stop me.”
Joe was having way too much fun torturing her, and Lexie was at a disadvantage, at least temporarily. “Okay, you win,” she all but wailed. “Please use the…I really hate to say it…but use the drilldo again.”
“Sure thing, babe.” Humor laced his tone.
Lexie didn’t care. Not one bit, because Joe had placed the huge phallus at the entrance of her pussy and gently thrust into her. She moaned when Joe turned it on, the drilldo making a whirring noise in the kitchen. She collapsed onto the table, relaxing into the amazing sensations, dizzy to finally have the stimulation where she needed it.
“Yes. More!” she cried when he boosted the speed, the friction both easing the ache and increasing it at the same time.
Joe seemed to lose control himself as he began to trail kisses down her back and moan, all the while working her over with the machine, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in. The spinning increased again, and his free hand found her clit, aggressively fondling her as he raised the speed one more time.
“Yes!” Lexie cried at the amplified stimulation. Joe was driving her wild. She keened, crying out loudly, and exploded in a blinding climax. White streaks of light flashed through her brain and jolts of electric pleasure erupted from her core, upward and outward. For endless seconds, she moaned and writhed. Joe milked every last delicious dreg from Lexie before pulling the device out and turning it off.
Her head dropped. She was exhausted, sated but barely conscious.
Joe stepped up behind her and fitted his erection to the entrance of her now dripping, empty hole. Gripping her hips, he plunged into her with one strong thrust, filling her completely with warm, hard flesh. His pelvis pushed against her buttocks, and he wriggled about, groaning quietly. Joe pulled out fast, only to slowly push back into her.
Lexie could hardly believe there was anything left in her to arouse, yet she immediately reacted to the feel of his shaft filling her, the velvety friction as he slid in and out, and the erotic sound of his gratification. Within minutes Lexie was again riding a wave of building delight and desire, edging closer, needing just a little extra push.
“More.” Lexie was reduced to begging again. “Please, Joe!”
He rode her even more forcefully, pounding into her, pushing the table forward and grunting with the effort. She trembled endlessly on the edge in a void of relentless need.
He stiffened and thrust one more time, pushing deep inside her to climax. Hearing his loud groan sent Lexie over the top. The white-hot pleasure started at her core and buzzed outward along every nerve in her body, tingling and delicious, until it consumed her and she burst wide open. Lexie rode the waves of ecstasy until there was nothing left but the sweet connection she felt to the man wrapped around her.
Joe collapsed gently over her, nestling his face in her hair. They lay there panting on the kitchen table. While the game had been far dirtier than anything she’d ever imagined, Lexie felt that it had brought her closer to Joe. They had shared a new experience and now shared a secret and it made them that much stronger as a couple.
They relaxed nestled together for a long time. Eventually, after their breathing returned to normal, Joe kissed her neck. “So…do I rate four stars now?”
“Perhaps five.” Lexie winked at him over her shoulder. “But, actually, I should have a repeat performance to be absolutely sure it wasn’t an anomaly.”
“Ha. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” Joe swatted her ass, hard. Playful but with a sharp bite.
Lexie yelped, trying to angle away, but she was still locked down tight.
“Okay, okay. You win! Ten stars.”
Joe laughed and started to undo her restraints. “That’s better. Anyway, only my best clients get the full service.”
“What? You’d better not give anyone else this particular service.” Her hands now free, Lexie playfully attempted to swat his ass, but Joe hopped out of reach.
“All right, only my very best client, an extremely demanding one I might add, gets my special treatment.”
“That’s better.”
They both laughed, and Joe bent over to undo her feet.