The Girl Next Door (2 page)

She waited for him to startle, to
withdrew in some way and dreaded the attempted polite pleasantries on both sides that would follow. But after that moment’s silence to her surprise he laughed as he untangled his fist from her hair, stroking down it to play with the ends. She had to stop herself from shuddering at the sound of that laugh, so deep and seductive – despite the fact she’d had no indication he was interested in any of her kinks previously, he seemed such a natural fit for the role he’d played out in her fantasies she could scarcely believe it.

“Well, well, well…”

His voice was quiet and amused, and then he did what she’d been longing for but hadn’t dared initiate herself as he came forward and kissed her. It was everything she’d imagined countless times, and so much more…his tongue slid into her mouth easily, exploring and making every sense tingle with the warm, wet passion he left in its wake. The softness of his lips contrasted beautifully with the slight scrape of the small amount of stubble he wore, and she loved the harsh caress of it at the edges of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his and she leaned in deeply, wanting more of him, more of the kiss, more of everything. She reached up and one arm curled around his neck, bringing him down further so that his tongue plunged deeper, invading the depths of her mouth, touching and tasting everything. Her body thrummed with pleasure and passion and her pussy clenched around the vibrator until she felt like she may come just from this, she’d been so close before…

He drew back, leaving a sharp, brief nip on her lip as the warmth of his mouth left her and she moaned in protest.

“Ohh, I see you
do
want this.”

His voice still held that amused glint
, though she thought she could hear his arousal too, and she loved that it was there, as if the way she looked, everything she’d done, entertained him as if he was above her behaviour. It made her feel strange, and her stomach fluttered slightly, but she liked it. This was the sort of thing she’d been wanting for a long time, and she didn’t want to contemplate whether it was all really real or not in case it disappeared.

His strong fingers moved from her hair across her body, reaching the clamps still tightly pinching her nipples and running the chain connecting them between his fingers. He tugged and she gasped, her body spasming slightly with the pain that shot through her, and the heat that went directly down to the pulse throbbing within her pussy.

He caught her eyes with his and suddenly she couldn’t look away, trapped in those clear, demanding depths, held by Matt’s strong gaze until she was biting back a whimper.

“What would you do, I wonder, to have this?”

His smile contained all the heat she was feeling in her body, and the promise of even more, of everything she had ever wanted.

“What would you do for me if I make your fantasy come true? If I give you more than you’ve ever imagined?”

The sigh slipped out of her as her eyes closed, picturing what he’d just said. Then she jerked forward as he pulled on the clamps, demanding an answer.

Ashley knew how this was supposed to work, she’d researched it in great depth – she was nothing if not thorough, after all. There were discussions, negotiations, safewords, explanations, limits. All these things that hinged on communication in order to have a good scene, to provide for the safety of both parties. But he wasn’t part of that world, of course, he didn’t know any of that. And she didn’t want to interrupt this magical moment to start explaining the niceties, didn’t want to pull them out of this to start negotiating how this should work.
Then he really will think you’re crazy!
Not to mention, she wasn’t sure she was capable of explaining anything at the moment. All she really wanted to do was relax into these sensations, give herself over to the amazing feelings he was providing, just let go. Looking back at him, she gave herself up, gave in to the demands and desires of her body.
He won’t hurt me. I’m certain of that.

“Anything…anything you want.”

She was pretty sure she’d intended to make it strong, determined, convinced, but it came out as a breathy whisper. Sounded almost desperate.
Well, you are.
She swallowed as she saw the hunger expand in his eyes, the way his smile glinted, and she moaned with the desire it brought.
Who would have thought the things I imagined were so strong in him, so easily brought out?

Matt didn’t know what he was doing, what he’d been saying or what he planned to do now, but he was feeling things he had never felt before.
His cock was straining hard enough at his jeans that it was getting uncomfortable and his entire body was alive with the feeling of power Ashley was giving him. He’d never spent much time fantasising about things like this, but the rush of hearing her say those things – hearing how much she wanted him and that she’d do anything he wanted…he managed to refrain from forcing her to her knees and unzipping his crotch to take the most immediate pleasure he could think of. Just about.

This was more delicate than that. He could feel it. He didn’t know what had made him act or talk the way he had, but he wanted to let go to that instinct, see where it would take hi
m and experience whatever pleasures that may bring. Coarsely ending it now would be wrong.

He moved from the head of the sofa to alongside it, his hands running down her body feeling the smooth skin and soft curves, cupping the breasts without regard for the pressure it added to the clamps and enjoying the way she
moaned in response, wriggled slightly to try and relieve the pain. He didn’t linger there as long as he might have liked, eager to explore everything that was now his to command. The idea gave him thrills, and he kneaded her stomach and hips before moving down to her thighs and enjoying her gasping sighs as he massaged there, so close to her damp center.

Ashley unconsciously grinded forward
, trying to rub her desperate, sensitive pussy against his fingers, hands, arms…anything. Matt’s proximity but simultaneous refusal to give her what she so helplessly needed was driving her crazy.

“Please…”

He smiled at her, but there was no mercy or promise of relief in his eyes as he moved one hand up, cupping his palm deliciously against her folds in a way that pressed against both her clit, the vibrator in her pussy and as his fingers stretched back, the plug in her ass too. The sensations went all the way through her and she pushed against him hard, her body shuddering with pleasure and her moan increasing.
God, that was so good. Now if only he’d move his hand, give me some friction…

But he didn’t
keep his palm there, removing the pressure and sliding his fingers back up until they were playing with her entrance, running gently over the rim of the vibrator and tickling her labia a little. The teasing was driving her crazy, but even with such limited contact, everything that was happening drove her closer to what she needed, everything tightening within her body.

He grasped the vibrator and moved it a little, gently rotating it as her excitement soared.

“Now, I think we need to take this out, don’t we? I imagine you’re really quite close from all the playing you’ve been doing, and we wouldn’t want you to come until I want you to, would we?”

He pulled it out and she whimpered at what he was saying and the loss of the orgasm still pulsing close to the surface. She’d been so close to the edge for what felt like forever now, and having all her fantasies come true only to have him refuse to satisfy her properly was driving her insane.
She moaned in disappointment and looked at him, about to ask for more again, before she saw that intoxicating glint in his eyes sharpen as he reached up abruptly and pulled on the clamps, jerking her forward in reaction and almost making her sit up entirely as she tried to limit the pain. Her nipples were so sensitive now, they’d been clamped almost as long as she’d ever endured, she was sure of it, and they screamed every time he played with the chain, let alone pulled it hard as he was now.

“Wouldn’t we?”

He repeated, his voice deeper and more dangerous than before as he insisted on her answering, making her heart leap into her throat and her pussy throb harder. She couldn’t help the thrill his demanding attitude was giving her, how hot it was that he didn’t hesitate to force what he wanted from her.
And you really need to remember he expects you to reply!
She needed to minimise the suffering her nipples were taking any way possible.

She shook her head emphatically, eager to agree with him, to get him to release the chain he was holding.

“No, we wouldn’t. I won’t, I promise. I won’t come until you want.”

It came out in a rush, reflecting the desperation she was starting to feel, and she exhaled in relief as her body relaxed from him releasing the clamps, sinking back into the sofa.

Matt’s breath was caught in his throat as he watched her, as he took in her words and behaviour and the control and power he had washed through him. She was letting him do this to her, letting him make her do and say whatever he wanted. It was insane. But he was starting to feel like he couldn’t get enough of it, wanted to take her in every way and make her give him everything, experience her eager, half-desperate, half-fearful submission.

Her body was shaking slightly, probably with a mixture of pleasure and pain,
and he couldn’t get enough of it, the hot figure beneath him that he wanted to devour in every way, not knowing where to start. He moved forward, leveraging himself between her thighs as he leaned up to cup her head and take her mouth again. His other hand found the breasts that he’d just tormented and stroked them, caressing the underside before moving gently over the tender nipples and making her shudder. He loved that he could do that to her, with just a touch.

Moving back, he
looked at the red stripes on her thighs, stroked them gently and smiled as his glance fell on the flogger still lying to the side of her.

He brought his head down next to hers, his warm breath in her ear making her moan again as he nipped and flicked it with his tongue before whispering lightly.

“I think I’m going to make you show me what you’ll do. What you’ll take to please me.”

He withdrew suddenly, but brought her with him, arms moving to under her back as he brought her up to her feet
. She was lighter than he expected, so small and easy to lift, and it was simple to manipulate her willing body. Before she’d worked out exactly what he was doing, he had her over the sofa, her hands above her head grasping at the in-built cushions as her legs braced herself on the floor. It gave him a delightful view of her soft, white ass, the butt plug visible between the ass cheeks she was clenching and unclenching delightfully. As he’d thought, she hadn’t been able to reach her ass easily herself with the flogger and it was just her thighs that had those pretty red marks. He lay a hand on one of those cheeks and touched it, pushing it in gently with his fingers to hear her exhale and see her wriggle for him. Her head came around and she looked at him, passion and heat in her gaze.

“What are you doing?”

The question was quiet, breathy and made his cock twitch with its almost-innocence. As if she didn’t know.

Matt just gave her a slow
smile, let his pleasure dance in his eyes as he bent to pick up the flogger. Her mouth opened slightly at the sight of it in his hands, but she didn’t say anything, didn’t move.
As long as she’s not running for the hills, I’m going to assume she’s game.
He thought with an inner delight he couldn’t place. Matt ran the flogger through his hands, loving the sensuous feel of the suede, the way the strands curled and played as he moved it.

He stepped closer to Ashley and
she couldn’t help herself as he ran it up and down her back, gently moving it, letting her feel the material. She moaned, the whole thing was too much for her, she was a churning ball of desire, of want, of need. She started rubbing her pussy up against the sofa, sighing with pleasure as her clit pressed against it and she pushed harder, grinding with all the built up frustration.

She heard
the tut behind her before she felt the hands firmly on her hips, fingers digging in, and she was pulled back off balance. Her legs splayed out wider and her arms moved back against the cushions as he positioned her with her stomach over the arm, pussy firmly out of reach of the sofa. She was still grinding against the air and almost growled in frustration.

The evil man behind her just laughed, tapped her on the ass and then stepped back to start swinging the flogger in the air.
She heard it
whoosh
to her left a few times, then jumped as it hit the sofa. She looked around, thinking he’d missed and saw the intense look of concentration on his face as he hit the sofa again and again, then realised he was practicing before hitting her and shuddered slightly at the strength she could see in his arm, the force that they hit the sofa with.
It’s a good thing that’s a mild toy
. Though she couldn’t help the subsequent thoughts of how hot it would be with a toy that inspired real fear.

Then he ran the flogger down her back again, and touched her ass briefly with his hand before moving back. She couldn’t help
herself, she tensed in anticipation of the strike.