Story of Us trilogy 01: TouchStone for Play (18 page)

“Oh. You suck me
so
good.”

Glowing with pride, I lower myself as far
as I can go, and he detonates in my mouth. His orgasm discharges in a roar and
a hiss and he spurts into the back of my throat. His spasms ease and when I
turn around to see his face, he is lying open mouthed, breathless. I slide off
the bed and bend down to kiss him whilst he’s still wearing his blindfold.

“See how you taste.” I push my tongue
between his teeth and he responds by drawing it into his mouth. Still devouring
him, I untie the bow restraining his hand and rub his wrists. There are no marks
where the ligature has been and it wasn’t tight, he could easily have freed
himself. The blindfold comes off easily and I look down at him as he blinks and
assimilates to the early evening light.

“Welcome back,” I smile. “Are you ok?”

“I’m better than ok.” He pulls my head
down to him and kisses me forcefully, his lips are on fire and mine are swollen
and moist. When I open my eyes he is staring at me, lost in some indecipherable
thought. I pull away, suddenly shy.

To conceal my nervousness, I collect the
‘toys’ and walk around the bed towards the cabinet. I glance at him on route.
He’s still naked from the waist down but not completely lifeless. He pulls up
his pants, reaches over to me and grabs me by the waist. Before I know what’s
happening, I’m lying flat on my back with him at my side, gazing at me. I can’t
look away.

“I like my toys, simple but
very
effective.”

“I like your toys too.” I ruffle his hair.

“Now it’s my turn to play.”

I recognise that look, it’s unbridled lust
and I think I know what he has in mind.

“I can’t believe you didn’t even undress.
I imagined you naked and your bare ass over my head, and all the time you were
fully clothed.”

“Blindfolds can have that effect on a
person.”

Like I’d know…

Holding me in place with a searing stare that
stops oxygen finding its way into my lungs, he speaks. “You like doing this
don’t you Beth, the role play? You don’t feel pressured?”

     
I shake my head, but I want to explain. “I like that you
trust me to
play
with you like I do. I have little experience and I feel
more ...” I search for the right word. “... liberated, doing it this way. I’m
getting to know you and your body and it’s your gift to me.”

There’s that smirk I love so much. “I
think you’re under-selling yourself Beth, I’m the one on the receiving end.” He
kisses me with a softness that makes me want to squeeze the life out of him,
but I desist. “Do you think you’ll ever get to the point when you’ll trust me
like that?”

“To tie me up?” I look to the ceiling,
unsure of what to say.

“Yes.”

“Maybe, but not tonight.”

“That’s good enough.” He kisses my nose,
slips over to my right side and lifts my chin to face him. “But for now I owe
you an orgasm.” That look spells trouble.

I start to laugh. “I wasn’t counting, but
if you must.” I love his playful side, he seems so relaxed and just oozes sex
appeal; it ripples over me like melted ice-cream.

“Oh, I most definitely must and, I’m going
to take your lead and leave my clothes on.”

I present a down-turned smile. “Where’s
the fun in that?”

“I’m going to get you to talk me through
it.”

I don’t like the sound of that, telling
him
how to get me off? “I’m not sure ... I think you may be getting
instructions from the wrong person. I’m hardly qualified to give you
direction.”

I’m met with a piercing stare. “But you
know what feels good?”

“Well yeah, but you seemed to be doing
pretty well all on your own last night, without any help from me ... as you
said, you’re good with your hands.”

“I want to be better, help me be better,”
he implores, feigning schoolboy innocence.

A soft kiss wafts across my lips and I’m
spellbound. How can I refuse a request like that? “I’ll do my best, but if I
stop giving instruction, then you’re either doing pretty well, or I’ve run out
of suggestions.”

He starts to fiddle with his zip and belt.
“Good enough.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed, I don’t want to distract
you.”

“You having your pants undone won’t
distract me.” I lie.

“Maybe not, but I don’t want you getting
any ideas about reciprocating. You’ve done your bit, and so skilfully too.” He
brushes a strand of hair from my face. “It’s all about you now. Lie back and
let
my
lesson begin.”

He takes my left arm and bends it back so
that my hand is next to my ear. He does the same with my right hand. “Now hold
onto the pillow.” He kisses my neck between words. “You won’t be fighting me,
not tonight.” Another kiss underneath my ear. “Not tomorrow night.” Another wet
whisper. “Never again.”

With his right hand, he starts to undo my
jeans and slowly slips his hand down over my panties. I let out a little moan
when his finger meet my sodden crutch.

“Jeez, you’re so …..”

What?

He cups me and I put my head back and bite
my bottom lip. This is high school fondling but, what the hell, it causes a gush
of pleasure to radiate through me.

“Take deep breaths, there’s no rush.”

He lifts out his right hand and puts his
fingers just inside my mouth.” Now tell me, did you like my gift?”

Gift?

I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Which gift, there have been so many.”

He taps my bottom lip. “Now, now. You know
what gift.”

I swallow and watch the colours dancing
and shifting in his eyes. “Oh
that
gift.”

“Yes,
that
gift. Did it do it for
you, or do I need to find something else to get your motor racing?”

I’m blushing. “No, no, there’s no need to
do that. It a perfectly good gift?”

“And does it do what it says on the tin?

“Er … Yes.”

“Do you want me to use it now?”

Now?

I’m thinking yes, but shaking my head and
saying no.

“Are you sure?  Because I’m not averse to
using electronic devices, when needs must.”

“Me too, but my needs must be attended to
by you at the moment, if you don’t mind?”

He swaps his fingers for his lips and
devours my mouth with a kiss of such ferocity, I’m left breathless and needy.

“There’s nothing else I’d rather do, but
you will let me know if you change your mind?”

In a high pitched voice that surely
doesn’t belong to me, I answer, “Yes, you can count on it.”

“Good girl.” I watch him drag his moist
fingers down over my T. shirt. Now he’s easing his hand down, across my pubic
bone and inside my panties. His hand is still, but against me. “Just breath,
I’m not doing anything - not yet.”

I was doing fine until the ‘not yet,’ and
now my insides are a quivering mess.

He’s resting the fleshy pad of his hand
against my clitoris and kneading it very gently. A sound leaves my lips, no
words, just an extended “Ah” telling him he’s found the spot. This is so
erotic, his hand discovering my very sexuality and his eyes never leaving mine.
There are no ropes or ties but I am bound to him. I cannot move.

“How am I doing?”

What?

My state of arousal makes it virtually
impossible for me to speak, let alone give instruction. “Let’s ... just assume
you’ve ... you’ve got it covered.”

“Is this fast enough?” With total
concentration he’s massaging my swollen clitoris.

“Jesus Ayden …” I grip his chin with my
left hand and pull his face to mine. “Do I look turned on to you?” My chest is
heaving and I’m visibly liquefying. “Don’t wait for instructions, just do!”

He smiles indecently, inches down and
slides one finger into me so I can feel him inside. “You’re so warm. I know
this is supposed to be for you but fuck me …”

Yes please…

He rests his head on my chest to watch his
hand move beneath my jeans and, I suspect, to monitor my breathing and my
heartbeat. He circles his probing finger and rocks me as he moves in and out.
With an extended out, he slides in a second finger.

I call out, I’m so turned on. Here we are
fully clothed like a pair of young lovers and he’s inside me. He lifts his head
to watch me come and I turn to the left and search for cool air and
invisibility.

“Do you want my mouth?”

Oh please don’t say things like that ...

“No, I’ll come.” My voice is hoarse and
unrecognisable.

He stops moving his fingers and whispers
in my ear. “Not yet missy, this is a game two can play.”

I turn to face him, unsure whether to be
angry or more aroused. Is he switching? When did I become the sub?

“Just hold on.” He seals his command with
a fierce kiss and a penetrating tongue claims my mouth.

I pull him to me, sinking my nails into
his T shirt and offering myself to him. His fingers are moving in and out and
the slightest bend is finding my G-spot. I lurch forward spontaneously giving
in to a throbbing hum as he increases the pressure on my clitoris.

I’m pleading. “Let me come Ayden, I have
to come.” He pushes deeper and I convulse, holding his fingers.

He slows. “No. Not yet Beth, I’m going to
stretch you.”

No!

He pulls out his fingers and tries to push
three fingers into me. It hurts a little, but then it feels so good.

“Breath into it ….”

“Ayden.” I’m losing all self-control, it’s
agonisingly good.

“Good, you can feel the spark now can’t
you?”

“Yes ... yes.” I’m so stimulated, my body
is trembling, I’m so close. “Ayden.” I cry out his name.

“There it is … let it go…”

My insides explode and there’s fireworks
and a deep burning in my groin that goes on and on. My insides throb. I can’t
get my breath.

“Fuck” He’s pushing into me and I’m coming
hard onto his fingers. He swallows up my cries with his mouth until my orgasm
subsides. My breathing starts to slow and he eases out. He’s staring at me with
a look of total veneration.

Still panting I bait him, “Mr. Stone,
perhaps you should have used one of your electronic devices after all. I think
you need more practice.”

His face cracks wide open into a full,
self-satisfied grin. “Oh, are you assessing my performance Miss Parker?

“Yes ... and enjoying. I think you have a
lot of potential but could try harder.”

He starts to nibble my ear and my post
orgasmic daze turns into a giggle. “Oh, you want me harder do you?”

“That ... that’s not what I said. Don’t
misquote me.”

The rough and tumble of the next five
minutes is almost as much fun as the previous five minutes, almost. After a
restful silence I prepare to speak. “What are you thinking? Anything you want
to share?”

“I was just thinking how my life has
changed over the past week.”

I turn my body so I face him square on. “I
know that feeling.” I nuzzle into his chest hair.

“I’ve got some really important business
coming up in the next few weeks. I’m going to L..A. then Hong Kong. Why don’t
you come?”

I feel his fingers playing with my hair.
“That’s a wonderful invitation Ayden, but no. You have to be a different person
out there. In here, with me, there’s no pressure. It’s best if we separate the
two. You’ll have me to come back to.”

I move my face up to his and kiss him
softly. I see disappointment in his eyes; the dancing flecks of green have been
replaced by cloudy streaks of khaki.

Reluctantly, he accepts my explanation.
“You’re right. It was a crazy idea. It’s just, I feel so ... relaxed and
invincible when I’m with you.”

“Even when you’re blindfolded and tied
up?”

Especially then.”

“Wait!” I’m feeling impetuous. I jump up
and head for the bathroom.

After five minutes, I return and position
myself next to him crossed legged. I feel a little giddy with excitement. I can
actually give him something he doesn’t have: a gift that money can’t buy. I hold
out the jewellery box my kiss necklace came.

He sits up. “What is it?”

“A gift.”

“Another gift, you’re spoiling me.”

“You’re worth it,” I grin. “Open it.”

He opens the box and spiralled around
inside is a long lock of my blonde hair. It’s held together at one end by an
elastic bobble.

 He looks puzzled.

“It my hair. So whenever you feel stressed
or unhappy you can take it out and wrap it around your fingers. It’s like the
restraining cord or my body or me inside: I’m holding you, keeping you safe,
empowering you.”