Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (15 page)

He sighed, before offering a
solution. “We’ll have to collect some then, won’t we?”

Stunned, I
tried to comprehend what he meant by
we
.
“Do you
mean go to my place to pick some up?”

He grinned at my dumb question.
“It’s where they are, right?”

Was he going to come with me? I
was surprised at his words.

Once again he answered my
unspoken question. “You wanted us to go out as friends, didn’t
you?”

I blushed and nodded. “But
Diane may be there, she’s just worked a night shift.”

He cocked his head to one side.
“Do you have a problem with that? You’re not ashamed of me are
you?”

I could see a mischievous gleam
in his eyes and knew he was joking. Still, it was a telling
comment, given this was how I believed he viewed me.

“
No, of
course not. But what about your visitor?”

“
Oh the phone
call, no he won’t be here until later.”

So it was a
‘
he’
. This
quelled my fears of a threesome, as I couldn’t imagine Brendon
sharing with another guy. He had already made how he felt about
male friends perfectly clear.

But there was still the matter
of catching up with Aiden. “What about my brother?”

He blew out a long breath and
raked his fingers through his hair, as he addressed the issue. “He
can come here instead.”

My eyes bulged with surprise.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“
He’s coming
on his own, right?” I nodded in response.

“
Well it’s
settled then. We might as well collect your things now, in case you
change your mind.”

We met up with Diane in the
kitchen.

“
Hi, I’m
Brendon.”

“
I’m Diane
Simmons, the long suffering flatmate.” She gave me a wink as she
spoke. Even though Di was tall at 5’7”, she still had to tilt her
head back to look up at him.

He smiled in reply. “I suppose
you’ve heard a lot about me?”

She shook her head. “No, she’s
been keeping you under wraps and now I can see why.”

I blushed while he laughed,
seemingly totally at ease.

Over a cup of tea we talked;
well, to be honest, Brendon and Diane talked. He seemed genuinely
interested in what she had to say. He even asked about her job as
she explained her role in the Contact Centre, which was to take the
calls received through the normal Police number, not the 000
emergency calls; those went direct to Police Communications.

I could tell he had won her
over when she asked him about AFL. Not only did she know nothing
about AFL, but she did not have the slightest interest in the
game.

He told her that although it
was a winter sport, the players didn’t have much time off for the
year. Following the end of season trip, they would get straight
back into training by December. It became more intensive and more
frequent from January through to March, when the season began.

I noticed Diane stifled a yawn.
“We should get moving and let you get some sleep.”

I told Diane I was picking up
some clothes for work and she gave me a questioning glance. “So I
guess I’ll see you Monday night, it’ll be my last night shift
thankfully.”

Once we were alone in my room,
I saw him eyeing my double bed. “I think I’d enjoy having you
here.”

I sat on the bed and looked up
at him. “I’m here for the taking.”

He seemed to think about it for
a second. “No, we don’t have time and besides, you’ll probably make
too much noise.”

“
You could
always gag me.”

Wow, I had managed to shock him
and myself as well, with my daring comment.

“
I say when
and how Suzanna, is that clear?” He sounded firm and
harsh.

I just nodded, knowing that to
argue to point would get me nowhere.

“
Now get your
gear and make it two lots, so we won’t have to do this
again.”

It was early afternoon and we
had not spoken about his definitive statement. He had made his
position plain and I knew I had crossed some invisible line. At the
moment, I was more concerned with what was to come.

He had completed a workout in
the gym, while I had sat on the small sofa and watched in awe of
his straining muscles. He slowly walked towards me, a towel over
one shoulder. As he squatted down in front of the lounge, he gave
me a commanding look. “I’m going to have a shower. I want you to go
to the training room and wait for me.”

I did not speak; certain he had
more instructions for me.

He continued in the same even
tone, “Leave your clothes in a neat pile, then stand next to the
bed with your arms by your side, head bowed. Unless I state
otherwise, this is how I want you to wait whenever I send you to
the training room.”

Without waiting to see if I
complied, he stood and exited by the side door; the one leading to
the master bedroom en-suite. I didn’t immediately obey, instead sat
and contemplated this latest development. He wanted me naked in the
training room, yet he was expecting a male visitor shortly. I did
not like where this was going.

As I made my way through the
concealed door, I resolved not to relent on this one. I thought
ahead of the possible scenarios. I would not let him blindfold me,
in case he was planning on substituting this other guy. But I was
sure I would know if it was Brendon; his hands, his lips, his
body.

I didn’t have long to wait
until I saw his bare feet before me. This time I didn’t feel
embarrassed about being naked. He was right; I was starting to
think my body belonged to him. But him alone, not someone else!

I didn’t move or make a sound
as his hands cupped my breasts. Inwardly, I gasped and quivered
with delight. I closed my eyes briefly and prayed I could trust
him.

I saw him reach behind,
probably to his jeans pocket and then he was holding some shiny
handcuffs, similar to those already attached to the bed. He grabbed
one hand and secured it, then the other, so my hands were shackled
in front.

With a finger under my chin, he
tipped my head back and then leaned in for a deep, savage kiss. I
loved the way his mouth possessed mine, whether it was quick and
chaste, or a full-on assault like now. My heart was beating wildly;
the anticipation was building within me, anticipation mixed with an
element of fear.

“
Sit on the
edge of the bed with your legs apart.”

He didn’t speak loudly or
severely, but it was definitely a command, not a request and I
readily complied. As I sat, I glanced up and tried to read his
expression, to give me a clue as to what he was planning. Once
again he went to the bedside cabinet but, unlike last time, it was
something designed for pleasure not pain.

“
You answered
don’t know to this. Obviously you’ve never tried one before, am I
correct?”

I blushed as I studied the
implement in his hand. It was a vibrator or a dildo, I was not sure
which.

“
Yes,” I
admitted softly.

I felt a little naive at my
confession. The fact was that I did not even masturbate, not liking
the whole idea of touching myself. My hands never ventured
downstairs, except in a non-gratifying way when washing. So
inserting a foreign object inside me was not something I had ever
contemplated.

Not sure how I was going to
manage this, my mind queried why he would want me to use a
vibrator, if I had the real thing. Maybe it did feel like the real
thing and I would enjoy it? After all, look at everything he had
introduced me to in just two weeks.

He was no doubt mindful of my
inexperience, as he held my hand. “I want you to try this. You can
stop it at any time, let me show you.”

He gave me a brief lesson on
how to operate the dildo-shaped vibrator, explaining about the
different settings on the remote control.

“
Lie on the
bed with your legs open, wide.”

Once I had complied he reached
for a tube containing a gel substance and applied enough to the
vibrator until it was well lubricated. “Close your eyes and imagine
it’s me inside you.”

So I did as instructed. I held
my breath as it entered me and then inch by inch, filled me.

I opened my eyes and saw he was
watching me carefully. He gave me a minute to adjust to the
sensation. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

I shook my head.

“
Now, do you
want to try having it on the lowest setting?”

What would it feel like, like
him moving inside me, would it make me come?

I smiled shyly. “Can I turn it
off if I don’t like it?”

“
Of course,
but I think you’ll be surprised.”

Once again, he was right and
although it did not really turn me on, it relaxed me and made me
feel calm and peaceful.

I was lying on my back looking
up at him, again wondering why he was doing this.

“
Stay still,
I’m going to the gym for a second.”

While he was gone I pondered
whether his visitor was waiting in the gym. But no, he came back
straight away, carrying a bottle of water and my phone; I had left
it on the coffee table in the gym. This was an unexpected twist,
why would he bring me my phone?

Brendon placed both items on
the side cabinet and walked to the TV mounted on the wall. He
pressed a button on a remote control and a panel slid out,
revealing it was a combination TV/DVD. After inserting a disc from
the shelf, he returned to the bed.

Before he could speak, a buzzer
sounded.

“
Right on
time.” He grinned as he walked to over to a control panel near the
door. “Come in, I’m upstairs. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“
No worries.”
The visitor’s voice sounded distinctly masculine.

As he turned to face me, I eyed
him warily. “So, what happens next?”

He came to stand beside the
bed. “I’m going downstairs to see someone, who or why is not your
concern. But I promised I would find a way to keep you occupied if
I had visitors, correct?”

I nodded, as I began to piece
together his intent.

“
So while I’m
busy, this will keep you happy and content, instead of irate and
abusive. In addition, for your viewing pleasure, I have cued a
movie; all you have to do is hit the play button. If you need to
contact me you can text me, but I would prefer if you wait until I
return. Any questions?”

“
So I can do
what I want, if I want to take it out, I can?”

“
You can do
whatever you like, just don’t leave this room.”

He had been gone a good five
minutes, before I played the movie. It was a classic and to my
delight, one of my favourites. Starring Mickey Rouke, Nine and a
Half Weeks when released was a movie ahead of its time and although
I had already seen it, I still enjoyed it again.

As I watched the movie,
combined with the vibrator gently massaging me, I was becoming
aroused. The joint stimulation continued to wreak havoc with my
body; the longer the movie went, the more I needed to come.

Finally, I could stand it no
longer and reached for the remote just as my phone rang. From the
ringtone it was work or, more specifically, Peter.

“
I’m not
interrupting anything, am I?”

Oh boy, if only he knew. I
grabbed both remotes, turning one off and pausing the other.

“
No, Pete,
what’s wrong?”

“
You sound a
bit strange, is he there with you?”

I took a deep breath. “No, I’m
alone. Now tell me.”

“
An old lady
has been stabbed to death in her bedroom. They found her about an
hour ago.”

“
Are there
any suspects?”

“
No, but at
first glance it looks like a burglary gone wrong. Everyone’s at the
scene and Steve has asked if you could come in.”

Oh
crap!
I didn’t immediately
reply.

“
Suzie, are
you still there?”

“
Yes, I’m
here.”

“
Oh I see;
this will upset your plans with Bob.”

Frustrated with both Peter and
my current unfulfilled state, made me snap at him. “You know bloody
well its Brendon, not Bob.”

“
Whoa, I was
stirring you up; you used to be able to take it. You’ve changed
since you’ve been with this guy.”

He was not wrong there. I had
changed in many unexpected ways, but I knew he was referring to me
keeping secrets. I steered the conversation back to work. “When do
you need me and for how long?”

As I spoke the words, Brendon
walked through the door and by his frown, I knew he had heard.
After getting the details I quickly ended the call, before looking
up into his now serious face.

“
Who were you
talking to?” He seemed angry at my phone conversation. Why was he
mad? He said I could do what I wanted except leave the room,
right?

“
It was work,
I have to go in.”

“
Oh, so what
time do you need to leave?”

“
Now.”

“
Well that’s
not possible at the moment, is it?”

I tried not to laugh at his
joke. “Brendon, I really do need to get ready.”

“
Speaking of
ready, did my experiment work? Are you now fine with being left
alone up here?”

“
I don’t
think fine is exactly how I feel at the moment.”

He gave me a concerned look.
“Didn’t you come?”