Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (25 page)

Her breathing is heavy and I know what she wants. Taking my hands, I pick her up by the hips and set her on the bed. As she leans back and looks at me, I flip her dress up and open her pussy wide with two of my fingers. I growl a little, staring at her and want like nothing else to make her come and come good. Taking a deep breath, I breathe her in before I wrap my mouth around her clit. She falls back onto the bed and moans. Not hurrying, I kiss and love her body, like she deserves.

Pulling away for a brief moment, I slide two fingers inside of her and get back to work. Right away, her noises increase and I keep my rhythm slow and steady. Pleasing her and pushing her body to orgasm is by far the biggest turn on. I glance up and watch her body. Her back is arched and knees are slacked to the side. She has both of her hands threaded into my hair.

“Ahhh…. Fuck, Troy. It feels—”

She can’t get out the rest of her words because her body lets go. Twitching and pushing against me, with her fingers knotted tightly into my hair. I smile watching her release and as I finally slow, I kiss her sweet cunt. We stare at one another for a minute and she says, “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday,” I respond and help her up. She smiles at me and we gather our stuff before leaving the room. “Are we okay?” I ask.

“Of course. Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier—”

I cut her off. “You don’t have to explain anything. It’s all good, baby, as long as you heard me and know where my feelings lie. I know it’s fast, but I had to get it off my chest.”

“I heard you. Thank you for the best birthday gift ever.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

She smiles and hugs me tight. “Are you ready to meet everyone and see how Cara and Abel’s night went?”

“Yup, I can’t wait to hear all of the details.” As we emerge into the hallway, Alexa and Vincent greet us.

“Oh my God, happy birthday, sis!” Alexa says giving Bridge a huge hug.

“Thanks.”

Vincent hugs her as well and wishes her a happy b-day, then we pile into the elevator. “Have you guys seen Cara and Abel?” I ask.

“Nope and he’s not answering his phone,” Vincent says.

Hmm, that’s not like him at all. I hope everything is cool. I glance at my phone, briefly checking the messages, but there are no new ones. “I’m sure they’re good; I bet they’re still sleeping.”

“Well, if they are then we’re eating without them,” Bridgette jokes.

“Whatever you want to do is fine with us. It’s your day, honey.” Alexa says. “I forgot to tell you, I did book a little session at the spa this morning.”

“God, that sounds amazing.”

When we get to the restaurant, the hostess takes us to a table that is tucked in the back. As we approach, there are Cara and Abel. They are intimately talking and I’m not sure if we should interrupt them or not. That is until Cara sees us and waves us over. “She looks happy,” Bridge says.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” Cara says directing us to sit at their table.

“Yes, happy birthday, you little knucklehead,” Abel tells her.

“Sooooo?” Bridgette asks looking at Cara’s hand that’s resting in her lap.

Cara smiles from ear to ear pulling her hand out showing off the beautiful diamond ring. “We’re getting married.” Everyone whoops and hollers in congratulations. Looking over at my best friend, I’ve never seen him happier. He takes her hand in his and kisses the ring.

“Do you guys have a date in mind?” Vincent asks. I know this has been weighing on Abel, as he wants to marry Cara before the baby’s here.

“So kitten, what do you think?” he asks her.

“Let’s do it.”

“What do you guys think about a weekend in Vegas?”

I look to Bridge and bust out laughing. She slaps my leg and I try to contain my excitement. “What’s so funny?” Abel asks.

“Troy’s been fucking with me this whole time about going to Vegas for my birthday.”

“You might have thought he was joking, but he tried to talk me into booking it for your birthday,” Alexa says.

“Well, it sounds like we’re all down for Vegas,” Vincent interjects. “To Cara and Abel.”

We all clink our water glasses and I lean down whispering into Bridgette’s ear. “I can’t wait to get your ass to Vegas.”

“Did you have a fun day, babe?” I ask Bridgette as we enter our room.

“It was the best. Thank you for my necklace. I love it.” She found a long silver chain with multiple beads strung along it in black, silver, and purple. As soon as she put it on, I had to buy it for her. I really wanted to see her naked in it. I love the way it drapes into her cleavage.

As she turns out of my arms, there is a gigantic vase of lilies on the table and a bottle of champagne. “Oh Troy, this is all too much.”

Hardly, I think to myself. I want to give her so much more. “It’s your birthday, babe. Let’s toast to the best year of your life.”

She nods her head and says, “It will be, because of you.” I pop the bottle and pour us each a glass. Then before we toast, I make a decision.

“Wait here,” I say as I direct her to sit down.

She nods her head and as I walk off she says, “Troy?” I can hear the underlying question in her tone. I don’t respond. I know how much this will mean to her. I’ve asked so much of her, this is the least I can do to repay for what she’s given to me, and it is her birthday after all.

I stare into my bag for a few moments…then take a deep breath and remove my much loved nylon rope. As I turn back to her with it in my hands, she smiles ear to ear and sets her glass down. I smile back sitting down inches away from her. She takes her wrists and places them together, presenting them to me. I smirk like the cocky bastard I am. I’ve trained her so well.

I shake my head and open one of her hands, placing the rope in her palm. “You’re in control tonight.”

She looks at me, wildly searching my eyes. I know she’s looking to see if I’m telling the truth or not. She begins to shake her head and passes the rope back to me saying, “No, baby.”

“Yes,” I reaffirm. “You’ve been saying you want to tie me up, so do it.”

“I don’t know how.”

“And neither did I at one time. Use common sense and I’ll walk you through the rest. You don’t want to go too tight. Always think about marks – you
never
want to leave marks.”

“But what if I do?”

“You won’t.” I say leaning back and showing her my erection. Talking with her about this has me so horny. There’s an underlying bit of anticipation to all of this. Deep down, I think I want her to tie me up.

“Are you sure?” she asks. I nod my head and she contemplates her next move. “Are there any rules?”

“No spanking.”

“Wait here,” she murmurs. I’ll happily do anything she wants right now. Her ass is so beautiful in that dress as she leaves the room and goes into the bathroom. As I sit there waiting, I’m tempted to get undressed. She takes forever and I figure, fuck it, standing up and tearing my clothes off, heaving them across the room. Sitting back down, I’m in direct view of the door and begin slowly pleasing myself.

I don’t want to come, not without her. However, I do know how much she likes it when I touch myself. The door clicks open and my movements falter. Where is my girlfriend and who is this impeccable, picture-perfect woman before me?

“Hmmm, I like it when you touch yourself,” she says walking towards me.

“Goddamn, you look hot.” She’s only wearing the necklace and a pair of black, suede heels. Her hair’s big and wavy, and she’s done her make up. Her eyes are so green, and her lips are plump and sparkly. With the rope in her hand, each step causes my body to twitch with impatience. I stop touching myself and place my hands on either side of me. She straddles my lap with her naked body; her pussy is so close to my cock that I want to be inside of her
now.

Reaching down, I rub her wet, little nub. She pushes me away and shakes her head. “Who’s in charge?”

I lean my head back regretting not having control in this moment. Reaching down she guides me inside of her. I look at her nervously.
What is she doing? No oral sex? Fuck!
She sets the rope next to us and holds my face in her hands. I hold on to her hips and guide her because I know soon enough I won’t have my hands.

Ah, I love her body. Watching how she moves on top of me is such a turn on. She’s so beautiful, there’s something so special about her. They way our bodies work and react to one another is something else. She’s constantly contracting and releasing her muscles around my cock. It makes me want to come and I have to stop her with my hands, holding her in place by the waist.

“No, no, no. Don’t stop,” she cries as she falls into orgasm. I fall with her, slamming her down hard onto my shaft, pumping myself inside of her as we come together, moaning and sweating, twitching and cursing.
Fuck, this is so good.

Her body settles, but her movements don’t abate. They only slow as she keeps moving above me. That doesn’t last forever though. They finally cease and she asks me, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever done this with anyone else?” she asks as she gets off of me.

I shake my head and reach for her outstretched hand. She takes it and snatches the rope, walking me over to the bed. “Lay down with your head on the pillows.” I do so, but give her one last smack on the ass.

“Give me your wrists and walk me through how you do this,” she says hovering above me.

Sitting up, I place my hands together presenting them to her. She takes a piece of the rope and binds it around both of my hands. “Weave the rope around my wrists in a figure eight.” She follows my order. “Tie a single knot in the middle but leave some slack to wrap the lose end around.”

“Like this?”

“Yup. Perfect.” She wraps the long end around and around and around.

“Now tie those two lose ends together. Do you know how to do a square knot?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Tie a knot like you normally would, then tie the next one in the opposite direction.”

“So when you tie me up, there’s not much tying to it, it’s more wrapping?”

“Right. It’s more about control. You don’t want the person to get free, but you want to be able to free them quickly if needed.”

“So what’s next?” she asks.

“You tell me, babe.”

“Lie back and put your arms above your head.”

Happily I comply, watching her take more rope and looping it through the wooden headboard. She threads it through my bound wrists, tying me securely in place. “Are you okay?” she asks.

I nod my head, biting my lip, watching her every move. Leaning down, she presses her lips to my chest. Her hair fans out around her, covering my body. Patiently she kisses her way down my body and around my cock. The anticipation of her mouth is too much, causing me to close my eyes. Instinctively, I pull my arms against the rope to touch her. I want to feel her, but I can’t.

Sonofabitch.

She hops off of me and I watch her sexy round ass walk over to my bag. She takes out the blindfold and slings it around her index finger as she walks back over to me with confidence written all over her face. She crawls next to me and slides the silk over my line of vision. Her lips are the last thing I see and the first thing I feel as they mold around my cock.

“So are you really getting married in Vegas?” Matt asks Abel.

“Hell yeah, I am. You should come.”

“Right. I know Troy’s not gonna stay and keep an eye on the station so it’s going to be my job.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I think that nurse Cara works with is going to be there.”

“Damn. In that case, let me think about it.”

“Have you guys started to book things?” I ask.

“We’re looking.”

My phone buzzes on the kitchen counter and I get up from the table to check it. The message is from Bridge.
I can’t make lunch today. I’m so sorry.

Damn, I was really looking forward to seeing her. We just got back from Napa and I got really used to being around her, like all of the time.
It’s all good, babe. Do you need me to bring you anything?

A few minutes pass and then she responds.
No, thanks. I’ll grab something.