Trust Me (25 page)

“Can we still make love if you’re spread eagle like this?” she asked him, causing him to chuckle.

“The intriguing thing about being the domineering partner is that you’ll find a way to make it work.” Her smile widened as she snapped the cuffs closed around his wrists and moved off him, stepping to the foot of the bed. She slid his long legs apart, fastening his ankles inside the cuffs and attached them to the bed’s footboard, before standing back, hands on her hips as she inspected her handiwork proudly.

“Now the mask,” she told him sitting down on the bed beside him, gently sliding the mask over his head and across his eyes. “Did your hayloft girl do this to you?” she asked once his eyes were covered.

“No, this is a first. I’m putting my trust and my body in your hands, just be gentle.”

“I don’t think so,” she said with a wicked grin. “You aren’t gentle with me.”

“I am so,” he argued. “I give you exactly what you want and bring you pure pleasure.”

“Well let’s see if I can do the same to you. Now what toys should I try?” She asked, picking up the riding crop, biting her bottom lip as she turned back to him. “All you have to do is tell me to stop,” she assured him.

“And will you?”

“Probably not, but I may change my tactics.” He laughed nervously and she could see him physically bracing himself for whatever she had in mind.

Sandra smiled; slowly sliding the riding crop up the inside of his spread legs and nearly laughed at the goose bumps that rose beneath the leather. She caressed his body with the leather, trying to gather her courage to use it the way he had used it on her. When she saw his erection begin to harden, she realized she had to at least give it a shot. Softly she flicked the crop against his inner thigh, giggling as he gasped. Biting her lower lip, she did it again with the other leg and back to the first. She saw the skin she had struck begin to turn pink and frowned.

“Is that too hard?” she asked and he smiled.

“No, it’s fine. Actually, it’s quite exciting.” She suddenly felt braver and flicked the crop against the side of his hips and up his ribcage, across his firm, muscular stomach. He moaned and gasped as she caressed it across the dark nipples hiding beneath the spattering of hair. Biting her lip again to gain courage, she gently flicked his chest, striking the crop against one small erect nipple. Creighton moaned, rolling his head back when she did it again. She laughed at his reaction, knowing exactly what he was feeling. The tip of the crop moved slowly up as she caressed his sternum and back down to his navel, stopping just above the head of his penis, lying, pulsating against his stomach.

“Try it,” he told her, as if reading her mind. She gently flicked the crop against the side of his erection and he groaned.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly afraid she had hurt him until he shook his head.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered in a deep husky tone, his words giving her the courage to continue. She flicked the crop against the opposite side then the top, slowly sliding it down the length of him to his scrotum.

“Not there,” he told her, tensing under her actions. “There are certain parts of a man’s body that doesn’t like rough play.” Sandra stopped and continued to caress the sack of skin lying between his legs until he relaxed, before quickly flicked the inside of his leg, right next to his scrotum. Creighton gasped and wiggled beneath her when she repeated her actions to the opposite side.

“You’re going to drive me completely mental,” he groaned and she glanced up to see his erection throbbing upright in the air. She was amazed and fascinated at how easily it hardened and her cheeks colored again, the knowledge of how it felt inside her echoed in her conscious, causing the tingle to travel down to her naked, moist body. Laying the crop aside, she reached up, gently wrapping her fingers around him.

“Oh, God, Sandra, yes,” he moaned. She slowly began stoking him, exploring the length and firmness of his penis with her fingers. Sandra felt powerful, control was hers and she relished the ability to explore his body without interruption, embarrassment or hesitation. Never had she seen a man naked before him, and she was quite happy with the sight in front of her. She didn’t know if he was average or not, in her mind he was magnificent, Adonis incarnated.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he assured her and she released him from her grip.

“I will decide when you can come, not you.” She moved to the dresser again and replaced the crop, turning around and leaning against the drawers, admiring the work of art that lay before her eyes, spots of pink from her playing lay across his tanned body.

“Stay here,” she told him. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Very funny,” he said with a smile, repeating her words from earlier. Sandra left the room and hurried to the kitchen, suddenly aware that she was completely naked and they were not alone on the ship. She quietly looked in the fridge and found it completely stocked with juices, fruit, eggs, milk and a loaf of bread. Opening the small freezer on top, she found bacon, sausage, ham, ice and frozen potatoes. Smiling, she retrieved the fruit, quickly cutting a cantaloupe in fourths. She took one and diced it into small bite size pieces into a bowl and poured two glasses of orange juice. On the counter were two trays under glass domes, one with pastries and the other with croissants. She retrieved a croissant and hurried back to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.

Creighton was still lying on the bed restrained at his wrists and ankles. His erection had softened and lay lax against his thigh.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” he grumbled with a hint of an amusement in his deep tone.

“Never,” she assured him and sat, cross-legged next to him on the bed, setting the bowl between them, the glasses on the bedside table. “Hungry?” she asked.

“What did you have in mind?” Sandra picked up a piece of cantaloupe and pressed it against his lips. He opened his mouth and she popped it in, taking a piece for herself as she watched him chew.

“Good?” she asked and he nodded.

“I can’t believe you went to the kitchen, completely starkers with the crew on board.”

“I forgot, but I didn’t see anyone. I think it’s still too early for most people to be awake.”

“I should hope so, or we may embarrass the hell out of my staff with your screams of passion.”

“More?” she asked as he opened his mouth. Sandra pulled the end of the croissant and slipped it between her lips, before tearing off a small piece and giving it to him. She looked at the juice; she had no idea how to give this to him. He had used strawberries to feed her champagne, but she hadn’t brought the strawberries from the fridge in with her.

“I have juice, but I don’t know how to feed it to you,” she said in a soft pout.

“I don’t need any. Just more fruit please.” She continued to supply him with the pieces of cantaloupe until he moved his head aside. “Enough thank you,” he told her and she quickly moved the bowl aside and stood up.

“What now?” he asked her, causing her to frown. Sandra looked at the assortment of toys and decided not to use them, unsure how or if they could be used on a man, but took the warming gel instead. Eatable warming gel, the label read giving her a wild, wicked idea. She crawled up on the bed between his spread legs and gently dripped the gel across his softened penis. Placing it in her hands, she began to massage him firmly and he quickly hardened in her grip. Sandra was amazed that he could appear so small when he wasn’t excited and so large when he was.

Slowly she traced her tongue along the side of his erection; the gel tasted like cherries, a little tart, but still good and she continued to caress him with her mouth, her lips kissing the length of him, as her tongue caressed the veins pulsing beneath the surface. He moaned as she stroked him, moving her hand to the back and lifting his scrotum. She massaged the sac softly, her mouth warm with the gel moved over his erection and she smiled as his moan deepened. Sliding the tip of his penis between her lips, she began to suck, causing his hips to rise off the bed. With a deep breath she slipped the length of him into her mouth and down her throat.

“Sandra, please,” he moaned. “I need you, please.” Somehow just that simple sentence did things to her insides and she stopped tormenting him with her mouth, crawling up to straddle his hips. She gently slid the tip of him into her, moaning as he pressed further up, his hips rising to meet her. Sandra hadn’t realized how wet she had become with the teasing, as the heat of the gel and the firmness of his penis filled her.

Sitting down across him, she began gyrating her hips, taking him into her deeper causing her to moan nearly as loud as he did. Leaning back, she braced herself against his legs as she had earlier riding him like a horse; his penis hardening, growing firmer inside her. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before they both exploded and she felt the sudden urge to experience it together. Moving her hips up and down across him, she began to stroke him with her body, until she was dizzy.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered in a soft growl. “Play with your clit, my love. Make yourself come on me.” Sandra didn’t hesitate, she quickly reached between her legs and touched the swollen bud and moaned, lifting over him at a rapid rate. Then it happened, her climax was deep and urgent and she barely registered his own release as he growled out her name. She sat across him fully, her hips circling across him as she took his orgasm, continuing to bathe him with her own. It was such an overwhelming sensation, that she felt she would never get her fill, but within a few moments she dropped to his chest panting, his heart pounding beneath her cheek, as they struggled to regain their composure.

“I could get used to this,” she said softly, turning her head to kiss his chest.

“What, the orgasm or the bondage?” he asked with a soft chuckle.

“Both,” she smiled and quickly drifted sleep, feeling the warm of his embrace wrap around her.

The sun shone through the bedroom windows with a promise of another warm day ahead. Sandra awoke to find herself snuggled beside her lover and she sighed as she moved a little closer to him, her back against his chest. This was a feeling she was quickly becoming used to, and one she wasn’t certain she would be able to live without. She found herself wondering what her life would be like once she returned to Kansas. Would she be able to leave this incredible man behind her and go back to being the same invisible woman she had always been? She sighed, shifting her mind to a more pleasant thought; wondering what wicked and surely naughty ideas he had planned for their day.

“A penny for your thoughts,” he asked, nuzzling her hair with his nose. Sandra giggled softly, wiggling closer in him.

“I was just wondering what kind of evil ideas you had in store for us today.”

“Evil? I was thinking fun, pleasurable, erotic, maybe a little perverted, but never evil.” Sandra giggled again, rolling over and laying her head across his outstretched arm.

“Sounds interesting, what did you have in mind, specifically?”

“Well, you did promise me the remainder of your holiday, so I thought we could start it out by bringing your things here from the hotel, but first I’d like to take you to Monaco.”

“Why Monaco?” she asked with a frown.

“It’s a great place to shop and the sights are memorable; besides I promised Sabrina I’d pick up a dress she is having made.” Sandra giggled.

“So now I know why you want me to marry you. You can’t handle going shopping for women’s clothes alone. What if I asked you to buy me some tampons and hair curlers, would you do it?” Creighton smiled, tightening his arm around her and pulling her nose-to-nose against him.

“I would buy you tampons, hair curlers and lipstick if you so desire, as long as I can watch you use them.”

“That’s gross,” she giggled again, accepting the warm kiss he offered her.

“There is nothing gross about your body; in fact I could spend the rest of my life slowly getting to know it, over and over again.” Sandra laughed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close.

“If you want to go to Monaco, I need a change of clothes. I can’t keep wearing the same pair of panties day after day.”

“Not to worry,” he told her.
  “Abigail’s already washed your clothes, so they are at least clean. We can pick up an outfit in
Monaco
if you’d like, but I have to get Sabrina’s dress before noon so I can get it shipped to her.”

“What’s the rush?” Sandra frowned.

“Sabrina is a fashion designer in the making and she needs the dress for her final grade in order to graduate. I promised I’d pick it up for her and I’ve arranged to have my company jet deliver it to her in time to present it to her instructors.”

“Again, misuse of company property,” she teased, receiving a gentle slap on her bottom in response.

“I have full access to everything my company owns,” he told her, pulling her beneath him and pinning her to the mattress. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I have other pressing issues I wish to discuss with you.”

“Why Mr. Ashford, are you trying to make me a culprit to your perverted schemes?” Creighton laughed, leaning into her, rubbing her nose with his.

“Damned right I am,” he assured her, his mouth claiming her in a hot assault, his tongue battling against hers, causing her to moan deep in her throat.