Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (22 page)

Taking a piece of rope, I wrap it around her delicate wrist and ankle, binding the two together. In this position, she has her ass raised and I have a perfect view of every intimate part of her.

I’m methodical with my knots. I’ve done it a lot and researched the shit out of what’s right and what’s wrong. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I’ve gotten quite good at this; what I do never leaves deep marks. At least it hasn’t for years. When I first began and was young, I fucked up once and it’s taken years for me to forgive myself. The marks on her wrists were detrimental to my confidence in this world I love. I’ll never fuck up again, especially not with Bridge.

With both of her legs bound, I lean in and taste her, diving right into her cunt. I flick my tongue constantly, making her squirm against my face. “Fuck, you’re wet,” I say when I pull away. “Are you wet for me?”

“Only you.”

“Better be,” I say and land a firm hand to her plump ass.

“You remember the little crop you picked out, don’t ya?” I run it down her back and over her ass.

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me why you picked it, Bridge.”

“’Cause I want to know what it feels like.”

“Do you think it’ll feel better than my hand?” I ask and land another smack to her prize ass.

“No,” she shrieks. “Nothing’s better than your hand.”

“We shall see, baby.” And with those words I begin to work her. Building the anticipation by running the crop over her skin, watching it tighten everywhere it touches. She stays still as the heart moves, tickling her entire body. Then she tenses and I wait on using it. I want her calm and relaxed. “Trust me, baby,” I rasp out, so hot and turned on by the sight of her and the control I have right now, it’s unreal. My cock is dripping pre-cum. I swear all it would take from her in this moment is the slightest touch and I would lose it.

She moans and arches up, moving towards the crop, and I take my hand caressing her ass and then smack it. “Yes,” she retorts.

I can tell she’s loosening up and trusting me. Finally, I make my move, landing a soft smack of the crop to her ass and she moans. I do it again and she moans louder. I know she likes this. I push her and enjoy watching her ass turn pink with little hearts. Then, I cannot take it any longer, watching her hands and ankles bound together. They are how I want them. And I invade her pussy, sinking my cock deep inside. She’s drenched in slickness for me and I slide right in. I drop the crop and grip her ass cheeks, squeezing them hard.

I’m in a trance as I look down and watch myself move in and out of her. We fit together like God made us for one another. I can’t move fast, I need to cherish this – her. That is until she says, “Fuck me hard, Troy.”

I grab her ass and do as she asks, picking up speed and piling into her. She makes the hottest sounds. I love that the room is silent minus her moans and the noise from our bodies hitting one another. “Spank me,” she orders. And in that moment, I know she’s perfect for me. I’ve never had a girl ask for it – ever. I do as she wants, loving the response I get out of her when my hand makes contact with her supple ass. “More. Harder,” she demands.

“You like it, don’t you?” I ask, needing confirmation for some reason, although she’s telling me exactly what I want to hear.

“God, yes.”

“Come for me.”

“Yessssss.”

I grip her hips and really work her pussy, needing to push her there. I move my angle to where I’m now almost standing over her. My cock runs so deep inside of her and I love it. I take advantage of her tits, squeezing the nipples as I work us close to release. Each movement has me so near, but I want to wait for her. I want us to come together. And come together we do as she tightens her pussy around my cock – I explode – grunting violently. She screams my name and shivers with pleasure underneath me.

“So tell me when the test is,” I ask Bridgette as I dry off from the shower. We spent the day helping Cara and Abel move and it was exhausting. I can tell from the look on her face that she’s as tired as I am. Thankfully, there wasn’t much heavy stuff to move since they ordered a lot of new furniture, but man did they have a lot of boxes and other odd and ends. Plus, it was hot as hell, like brutally, excruciatingly hot.

“It’s the Monday after my birthday.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to Abel about taking the day off.”

She applies some of my lotion to her legs and says, “You don’t need to take the whole day off.”

“I want to. Who knows how things are going to go? So I would rather have the time off.”

“Well, thanks, babe. I appreciate it.”

“It’s what I do. Are you still up for the movies tonight? We can just stay in if you would rather.”

“No, I want to go.”

“Cool. Do you wanna eat there?”

“God, yes.” She’s too cute. “Can I get a pizza, a hot dog, nachos, and popcorn?”

I tease her. “What, no candy?”

She wraps her arms around my neck, touching our naked bodies together. “Oh, I want candy too. I only told you what I wanted for dinner.”

“I’ll get you whatever you want, baby.”

She smacks my ass and walks off. I’m a bit shocked at what she just did. No one has ever spanked me before. I run my hands over my face. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. There’s a lot that she does that shocks me.

When I walk back into the bedroom, she’s dressed in a black pair of yoga pants. I head over to my dresser, and when I walk behind her, I unclasp her bra and it falls right off. I can’t help but laugh at her. “Troy,” she snaps at me.

“Yes, baby?” I innocently ask, sliding on my underwear.

She laughs shaking her head and picks her bra up off the floor, putting it back on. I smirk at her as I pull on a pair of shorts. We’ve been keeping the mood light all day, which has been nice. Since the moment we both woke up with smiles on our faces, it’s been fun. I know last night calmed her and took away a lot of her fears. She knows I’m going to be with her no matter what, through anything that life throws at her.

“Have you decided what movie you want to see?”

“I told you I don’t care.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup.”

We load up in her car and head to the theater. She told me earlier that I’m the one who always drives. It’s not that I don’t want her to drive, it’s just me following what I think is right. Damn my mother for instilling such manners in me. Speaking of my mother, I should ask Bridgette about dinner with them. I really don’t want to subject her to my father, but it has to happen eventually.

“What do you think about having dinner at my parents’?”

She glances at me for a moment trying to read my expression. “Are you asking me what I think, or if I want to go?”

“Both.”

“Troy, I think the better question is what do you think?”

I laugh nervously. “I want you to meet them. I really do. Well, let me rephrase that. I want you to meet my mom and Brittany. My dad, I couldn’t care less.”

“Is he really that bad?”

“Yes!” I blurt out. “He’s an asshole. He hates me. I’m like the devil’s spawn that has never been good enough for him. Then, add the fact that since he’s retired he’s become a master alcoholic, and being around him is horrible.”

“Then why don’t you invite just your mom and Brittany over? We’ll cook for them and that way you’ll be more comfortable.”

I think about what she’s proposing and although it sounds like a great idea, I know it’ll only cause my mom that much more stress to lie to him. “Babe, I think it’s sweet of you to worry about me being comfortable and all. But…I don’t want to ask my mom to lie. If you’re down to go with me and get through this, I’d love to take you.”

“You know I want to meet all of them, including your dad. I’m sure he’ll like me.”

“I know he’ll like you. Hell, he’ll probably try to convince you that you could do so much better than me.”

Her mouth drops open as she parks the car in front of the theater. “Would he do that?”

“I don’t know. Let’s not talk about him, okay? I’ll talk to my mom about a date and we’ll discuss more then.”

We get out of the car and I grab her hand, holding it tight. She leans her head on my shoulder and we walk in, getting right in line. I look over the board of options trying to decide which movie to see. I decide on one that’s been out for a few weeks, figuring the theater will be quieter. To be honest, I’m not really here to see a movie.

“Is that okay with you?” I ask Bridge.

“Yup, I told you, babe, whatever you want to see is fine with me.”

I whisper in her ear as I pay the cashier, “I wanna see you come.”

She looks at me shocked and I give her a devilish smile. “No,” she protests. “Not here.”

“Okay, babe. Whatever you say.”

We make our way through the line and find out which theater we’re in. Then we proceed to order all of our food. And by
all
, I mean Bridgette goes overboard. I love how excited she is with her arms full of food as we find our theater. When we walk in, I lead the way. It’s quiet inside and quickly we find an empty row. We sit close to the back, with our food occupying the seats on either side of us.

“Are you really going to eat all of that?” I ask, watching my little woman take the first bite of what I assume will be many.

“Uh-huh. You didn’t think I bought it all and planned on letting it go to waste, did you?”

“I bet you a hundred dollars you can’t eat it all.”

“Deal,” she says taking a bite of her hot dog.

“Shake on it, woman.”

“I don’t want to set my hotdog down,” she whines.

“Then no deal.”

She sighs in frustration setting her hotdog down and takes my outstretched hand. “What movie are we seeing anyways?” she asks.

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, whatever they are showing in theater four. It must not be that popular considering how many people are
not
in here.

“Stop fucking with me,” she snaps.

“Shhhh, be quiet. We’re in a theater, babe.”

She finishes her hotdog and pulls her feet underneath her as she turns towards me in her seat. “Will you hand me the nachos, please?”

“These are my nachos.”

“No, they aren’t,” she says.

I look at her confused; she knows damn well that they are. “I ordered them.”

She whispers in my ear. “I’m on to your game. Do you plan on touching my pussy while we are in here?” I nod my head at her. “Then hand them over, mister. I don’t welcome jalapeño fingers on my lady parts.”

Sonofabitch.

She knows that I absolutely cannot eat nachos without jalapeños on them. I sulk back in my chair handing over my favorite item. I settle on the popcorn, hoping it will taste half as good, but it doesn’t.

As Bridgette eats bite after bite she moans and lets me know vocally just how good it tastes. “That good, huh?” I ask.

“God, yes.”

“You’re lucky I don’t make you get on your knees and suck me off.”

She smirks at me and I have to do a double take.
Did she really just smirk?
As I stare at her beautiful face, the lights turn down and the previews begin. I’ll give her time to finish eating, then that’s it. She’s mine.

As we watch the previews, they all look good. Like really, really good. I might have to bring her back here to actually see a movie. When ours starts and it’s taking place in 100B.C. she rolls her eyes at me. I smile taking a sip of soda and act like I’m really into this shitty ass film.

I can tell she’s anxious, wanting me to touch her. I look to our left as a couple starts to walk up the stairs. I’m nervous they are going to come down our row. I watch them like a hawk but they settle a few rows in front of us. I’m thankful and lean forward. I can sense her fidgeting next to me.
She’s such a greedy, little thing.
No matter what, she always wants more, more, more.

“Good movie, huh?” I whisper. She glares at me and I reach over her grabbing the popcorn off of the empty seat. I make sure my arm brushes against her chest. Dammit, touching was a bad move on my part.
Now I want more.
My game is over and it’s of my own accord that it ended. She crosses her arms over her chest and I set the popcorn next to me. I uncross her arms and she lets out a deep sigh. Placing them next to her, I tweak her nipples looking around to make sure there is still no one behind us. I lean into her neck with my mouth, kissing her soft skin and then take a bite between my teeth. She throws her head back and grabs onto my arm. I kiss the skin and sit back in my seat. Getting comfortable and propping my feet on the chair in front of me. No one is sitting in the next row, thank God.

Placing my index finger over her soft lips, I insinuate that she stays quiet. She nods her head and sits back in her seat. Softly I rub my hand over her breasts and then down her stomach and between her legs. She pushes herself against my hand and I know how bad she wants this. I’m sure it’s just as much as I want to give it to her. Taking my time, I slide my hand under the waistband of her pants and work my way beneath her panties ‘til I reach her sex. She’s wet for me, but I’m not surprised. She always is.

Gradually, I separate her pussy taking extra time before I pay any attention to her clit. This little amount of torture is pushing her to frustration quickly. I can tell she does
not
like it. That’s not what I want, although I do enjoy teasing her. So I give in, sinking a finger inside of her wet core while keeping my thumb out to touch and tease her clit.