Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (8 page)

“
No, it’s
more about having my own personal space.”

I was still puzzled. It must
have shown, as he explained, “In the past, when females have stayed
overnight, they took over my room and the en-suite with their
stuff. So humour me with this one, please.”

Yep I was
right, he was a neat freak.
I also noticed
it was the first time he had said please.

Next he showed me his
state-of-the-art gym. This was to be expected, given his
profession. And from what I had so far seen of his body, he put it
to good use.

I saw a small corner sofa and
matching coffee table to the right of the door, which seemed out of
place in a workout room. There was also a bar fridge situated near
another door. He explained this one led directly into the master
bedroom’s en-suite.

“
Now, there’s
one more room I want to show you.”

The other room he had mentioned
earlier.

He tilted my chin up. “Have you
ever heard of a panic room?”

“
Yes. It’s a
safe room, right?”

“
Right. This
room had already been built on when I bought the house. Its door is
secreted over here.”

He held my hand and showed me
where there were built-in cupboards along the back wall. Upon
opening the left cupboard, he slid the rear panel to the right,
revealing a sturdy door.

He gave it a push and it opened
inwards, revealing the interior of another room. Stepping through,
he beckoned me to follow.

Once inside he flicked on a
light, before showing me how the door could be locked from the
inside. “This is the whole purpose of a panic room, being able to
lock yourself in.”

The room, though not as large
as the other bedrooms, was a decent size. It was furnished with a
queen-sized four poster bed, side cabinets with drawers, a wooden
chair and a double mirror-panelled cupboard/wardrobe. Also, to my
amazement, there was a shower and toilet. In addition, there were
shelves with another TV, stereo and even a CCTV unit.

Strangely, there were no
windows but I supposed if there were, it would be an easy access
point for someone trying to break into the panic room.

Once again, I came out with
what was on my mind. “Why would we sleep in here?”

He grinned wickedly as he
ambled towards the bed. “In case we’re too tired after our hot and
heavy sex.”

On closer inspection, I saw
there were handcuffs attached to each of the bedposts. “You mean
after you discipline me? This is your discipline room!”

I scanned the room but noticed
that, apart from the handcuffs, there was no other equipment or
implements to suggest it was a discipline room. However, like the
other bedrooms, there were mirror-panelled cupboards where I
guessed probably housed everything he needed to chastise
someone.

“
I prefer to
call it my training room; after all, it is an extension of the
gym.”

As I studied the handcuffs I
asked warily, “How long have these been here?”

“
A
week.”

“
This is
really new for you as well?”

“
So
now
you believe
me?”

He shook his head and again
took my hand to steer me towards the door.

We were soon back in my room.
He stopped by the bed then stood back, his eyes locked on mine.
“Take off your clothes.”

“
You first,”
I challenged.

“
Okay, a
promise is a promise.” He sat on the bed and held out his arms for
me to undress him.

Tentatively, I reached down and
pulled the hoody up and over his head, revealing he wasn’t wearing
anything underneath. His hair was slightly ruffled from my
efforts.

Before I had time to yet again
drool over his chest, he stood and faced me, motioning for me to
remove his jeans. Happy to comply, I leaned over and undid the
button and then deliberately, deliciously unzipped his fly. I could
feel his eyes on me as I crouched down in front of him and
carefully tugged at the denim until the jeans were down to his
ankles.

I held my breath and slowly
pulled down his boxers. Oh, my, god! I was not quite prepared for
the largeness of his member hovering mere inches from my face. I
blushed deeply, as I quickly stood and took a step back.

He grinned as he stepped out of
the clothes and kicked them away. “Now, I want you to strip for me,
very slowly.”

I tried not to appear too
self-conscious as I undid my blouse, button by button, at a
leisurely pace, before pushing it back off my shoulders. I pulled
down the zip and slid my skirt over my hips and down to the
floor.

“
Your panties
next.”

I glanced up and saw his nod to
continue. I eased off my knickers, bending forward to pull them
slowly down until they reached my ankles, before removing my shoes.
When I straightened and reached for my bra, he shook his head.
“Leave it.” I side-stepped my clothes and he moved forward so my
breasts were touching him, with his erection caressing my
belly.

Apart from my bra, I was still
wearing suspenders and stockings. “Put your hands on your head and
spread your legs.”

When I had complied, he issued
another order. “Don’t move or make a sound.”

He gave one of his sinful
smiles and then startled me by going down on his knees. My legs
wobbled as I understood his intent.

I had envisaged Brendon with
his head between my legs, but the reality far exceeded the fantasy.
He grasped me by the hips to steady me, then began to methodically
lick, kiss and suck me. It felt exquisite; his technique was
flawless and if I was marking it, I’d definitely give him an
A+.

It was near on impossible to
remain in my position, my arms were beginning to feel like lead. My
breathing became erratic and my mind foggy, as he literally
consumed me. As my time neared, I wondered about the sex to follow
and whether he had the skills to give me two orgasms; a feat that
no man had ever managed to date.

When I was almost at that
point, my whole body began to shake, signalling I was about to
come. Brendon must have also knew this, as he abruptly stood and,
cupping my face with his hands, bent his head to devour my mouth in
the deep penetrating way as only he could. I couldn’t help thinking
how erotic this was, being able to taste my own scent on his
lips.

Finally he came up for air and
pulled my arms down to my sides. I could see the desire in his eyes
as they locked on mine, while he undid my bra with one hand and
eased the straps off my shoulders, letting them fall to my
elbows.

As he held my upper arms he
again bent his head, this time to my breasts. He sucked each one in
turn and then bit them, gently at first before tugging them harder.
In my already aroused state, I fought hard to keep silent as the
pleasure/pain coursed through my hot body.

He finished with this
particular torment and gave me a mischief look. “Now it’s my
turn.

After dropping my bra to the
floor, he gripped my shoulders. Then slowly but firmly, pushed me
down, until I was forced to kneel.

Before I could contemplate how
to go about my task, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me
towards him, so I had no choice but to take him in my mouth.
Strangely, because it was baser, it seemed to turn me on more than
if I had pleasured him without his added encouragement.

Despite seeing his obvious need
for relief, I began tentatively as I explored his manhood. I was
fascinated by the feel of him inside me, which was saying
something, as generally this was not a task I relished undertaking.
But with Brendon, it didn’t feel like a chore, in fact the opposite
was the case, leaving me with a feeling of satisfaction that I was
able to give him the gratification he was seeking.

I wasn’t allowed to make a
sound, but he seemed to be exempt, as he groaned while I continued
to service him. Even though I was willing, he continued to grip the
back of my head, forcing himself to the back of my throat, almost
gagging me with his size.

All too soon, he eased his
grasp on my hair and pulled back from me. I stared up at him from
my kneeling position and he smiled.

“
Good girl.
Now lay on the bed with your hands above your head.”

Obediently I did as he bid,
wanting fulfilment even more than last time. He held onto my ankles
and pushed my legs up and out, so they were apart with my feet flat
on the bed.

He left me for a moment and I
saw him retrieve something from his jeans pocket. By the time I
realised it was a condom, he had it on.

Then, as he hovered over me,
his face above mine, he kissed me while simultaneously entering me.
Once again, I was unprepared for his vigorous penetration,
especially as I was only expecting a kiss. While my mind was
unprepared, my body seemed to have no trouble accepting the width
and length of him. Like the previous week it was rough and, for
some reason, having my body assaulted in different degrees, one
loving and tender, the other almost brutal, was thrilling beyond
words.

Every so often his mouth would
leave mine so we could both take a breath, but the steady rhythm of
his lovemaking continued at a fast frenetic pace, as he withdrew
almost to the point of pulling out, before coming crashing back
inside me, jolting my entire body with each forceful thrust.

I felt like I was soaring, as
the pattern replayed over and over, kiss, breath, kiss, breath,
while his insatiable cock took me higher and higher towards
fulfilment.

As my time neared, he growled,
“Wait for me!”

This was the hardest thing he
asked me to do so far, but somehow I managed to hold on until he
gasped, “Now!”

We reached our peak together
and I was glad he had made me wait, as I enjoyed the satisfying
feeling that we were as one, sharing the ultimate pleasure.

My first coherent thought was
we had made love without bondage or discipline. The surprising fact
was last week’s episode was still better. So what did that say for
my sexual preferences?

As I was still coming to terms
with what that meant, I felt his breath on my neck as he kissed me
on the delicate spot that had always made me melt. He was still on
top of me, with the bulk of his weight supported by his
forearms.

Then he was whispering in my
ear, in his deep sexy voice. “So, when can I see this nightie?”

His comment made me giggle. The
doorbell buzzer sounded before I could answer.

He was immediately on his feet.
“There’s someone here. Wait here.” He quickly donned his clothes
and left, shutting the door behind him.

I also hurriedly dressed and
looking in the mirrored panels, tried to make myself look decent
instead of having that just-fucked look. Even though he had told me
to wait, I wanted to be prepared for any eventuality.

I could soon
hear the sound of laughter from below and even through the closed
door, I heard both male and female voices.
Was he inviting them to stay or trying to get rid of
them?
It was most likely the latter, since
he had asked me to stay in the room.

As the time lengthened, I began
to think his visitors were indeed staying and he wanted me out of
the way so he wouldn’t have to introduce me. My self-esteem
plummeted.

In my depressed state, I
slumped down on the floor leaning against the bed, with my head in
my hands. For the umpteenth time, I looked at the clock on the side
table; almost an hour.

I was leaving
as soon as I was ‘
free’
to leave. I had better things to do with my time
than sit there on my own. Come to think of it, I had spent almost
as much time alone in this room as I had with Brendon.

“
Suzanna?”

Because I was on the floor next
to the far side of the bed, I didn’t think he had seen me. I raised
my head and glared at him as he came towards me.

“
You’ve been
crying?”

I felt so incensed I was unable
to form an immediate response.

I stood up
and picked up my purse, then turned to face him. “I’m out of here,
if I have
your permission
to finally leave this room.”

I attempted to brush past him,
but he easily halted me with a strong grip on my arm.

“
Wait.”

I laughed harshly at his
comment. “That’s all I’ve been doing for the last hour and I’m
tired of it.” As I spoke, I tried to wrest my arm free of his
hold.

I could tell he was angry. But
then so was I and was not about to let him off the hook.

He then forcibly swung me
around and into a sitting position on the bed.

I couldn’t help but point out,
“Beds are for fucking or sleeping and I don’t want to do either,
thank you.”

He stood over
me, his tone serious. “You are going to listen to what I have to
say and
then
you
can leave.”

This silenced
me.
So he didn’t really care if I left or
not?
Fine, let him have the last word, so
long as I could still leave.

“
If you were
my girlfriend, I would have introduced you. But you are
not
my girlfriend and
never will be. The fact is, I do not
want
a girlfriend. If I did, do you
think I would have to advertise for one?”

No, of course
he wouldn’t.
Mr High and Mighty MacIver
probably had females lining up to be his girlfriend.