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“You were so damn hot in there tonight,” I said. “I bet you had all the women jealous.”
“I just hope nobody we know was there,” she says, as if she really has some problem with it.
“So what if they were?” I ask.
I breathe hotly against her neck, and maneuver myself so she’s close enough to feel how hard I am. We pull in, and I give the driver a thirteen-dollar tip on a seven-dollar fare. “I’ll come around and let you out,” I tell Gretchen, and then do so, lifting her up and keeping my arm around her, nudging the cab door closed with my hip. I walk behind her, my hand on her lower back, and guide her up to the elevator and into our apartment.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell her, easing down her skirt and panties. She wiggles out of them, and I can’t resist reaching between her legs to make sure she’s as wet as I’ve been imagining. No—she’s wetter, and I ease two fingers in and out a few times until she moans and starts to buck back against me. “Later,” I growl, and instead of going into the bedroom, I pull her onto the living room couch. “Now you get to see what that did to me,” I say, as I slip off my pants and briefs to reveal my cock at full mast. “You’re going to suck my cock the way I thought about you doing under the table tonight. Maybe next time I’ll have you actually do it.” I guide her to the ground, and pull her toward me so she’s in the perfect sucking position. Watching her ease her tongue up my shaft, knowing she is achingly wet, hungry to have me fill her up and can’t do anything about it, adds to my arousal. I let her get my cock nice and juicy, but when she goes to deep-throat me, I pull her upward by the hair. “Just the tip, baby,” I order, and she dutifully runs that sweet tongue along the hard ridge of my cock. Her mouth is wet, too, the saliva dripping onto me, and the heat so intense I might come before I’m ready. When the sensation is almost too much, I pull her off of me and slap my cock against her cheek, making her moan.
The look she gives me is one of pure longing. “I know you love feeling me fuck your mouth, but I want to fuck that hot, tight pussy of yours.” I’d been planning to finish in the bedroom, but I can’t wait. I lean down and lift her up, settling her legs on either side of me, her wrists still secured behind her back. We’ve never fucked quite like this—usually she’s bound to the bed, spread-eagled, but this is wickedly arousing too. I lift up her shirt and bite her nipples through the lace of the bra, while Gretchen raises her hips and slams herself down onto me. I bring my mouth to kiss her lips, her tongue racing to meet mine, and reach for her bound wrists behind her. I don’t need to order her to come; I can feel the heat and trembling building inside her, and I crush her fingers in mine as the sensation builds before she collapses against me. “That’s it, good girl,” I tell her before I explode inside her. I ease the bracelet off her arms, letting it drop on the couch next to us, then pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. I pull her close, kissing her wrists, fully aware this has been one of our hottest date nights ever.
Later, before we drift off to sleep, I say, “You’ll have to tell me the name of the store where you got that bracelet. I want to see what else they sell.”
We both know we don’t technically need any additional toys to embellish our bondage fun. All we really need is each other, but some extra help can never hurt. Plus, I know the perfect pair of nipple clamps she can wear while we shop. Now that we’ve ventured into “playing” in public, I certainly don’t want to stop. The fun has only just begun.
SYLVIA’S TRANSGRESSION
Tamsin Flowers
I blame it on the weather. It had been raining intermittently all day and even when it stopped for an hour, the sky remained gray with no sign of the sun. Days like this are always bad for me; I’m at a loose end if I can’t be working on my tan while he’s out at work. Three days like this in a row and cabin fever’s hitting hard.
So, as I say, it was down to the rubbish summer we were having. But maybe I was a little foolish to do it so close to his getting home. I didn’t really allow any time for hiding the evidence, so I suppose, when push came to shove, I got my just deserts. And he did get back a little early....
I was still down in the kitchen when I heard his car pull into the drive. I ran up the stairs like a bat out of hell; if I’m not in position when he walks through the door, things can go wrong from the start. I made it into his bedroom and quickly stripped down to my bra and panties, shoving my jeans and tee under the bed. Then I lay down on my front on the bed with my arse hanging over the edge, just the way he likes to see me when he comes in from a hard day in the office.
I’d barely caught my breath when I heard his footfall on the stairs. I closed my eyes, willing myself to calm down. He couldn’t know that I’d only just made it up here ahead of him. He liked me quiet and ready for him, waiting patiently in position with plenty of time to spare, not flustered and flushed. That would come later. I clamped my mouth tightly shut and breathed slowly in and out through my nose as I counted his steps along the landing.
The door handle clicked and then I sensed he was in the room, but I didn’t dare look. No minor misdemeanors until I’d worked out what sort of day he’d had, what sort of mood he was in. God, I hoped it had been a good day so we could have some fun this evening. I hated it when he came in cross because of problems at work and took out his anger and frustration on me. The balance between pain and pleasure is a fine line, and when he’s angry he takes me right to my very limits.
But today wasn’t going to be like that. Please...
I waited, listening to him taking off his jacket and pulling off his tie. He hadn’t said anything, but he often liked to keep me guessing. I pushed the front of my hips against the edge of the mattress to make my arse even rounder. I knew he found it irresistible. I could smell the day’s sweat on him, mingling faintly with this morning’s cologne. A hot shimmer of desire tightened deep within me.
I felt him sit on the edge of the bed and then his hand slipped inside my panties to caress my arse. His skin was warm against mine and his touch so soft... I pushed up against him but immediately regretted my action as his hand drew away. I knew I had to be completely limp; any sign of a response to him would result in punishment later and I still hadn’t worked out what sort of mood he was in.
Suddenly he grabbed my right wrist and yanked my arm back hard. I gasped as a muscle tore in my shoulder, but that wasn’t the worst of it. He sniffed my hand, my fingers; then he licked them. The air went out of my lungs as fear extended an icy grip around my chest.
“These fingers have been where they shouldn’t have been, haven’t they?”
I didn’t dare answer, instead pressing my face into the duvet.
His hand was in my hair, pulling my head up. I winced.
“Haven’t they?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He let my head go and smelt my fingers again.
“It’s not even you, is it? It’s Merta I can smell on you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” It was practically a sob.
If only I’d done it earlier in the day, so I would have had time to wash myself and get rid of the smell. What had possessed me and Merta to mess around just minutes before he was due home from work?
His weight lifted from the bed.
“I had a long day, Sylvia, and I’m tired.” His voice sounded angry. It had that clipped, bitter tone that I’d learned to fear. “And now this, you thoughtless bitch. Move up the bed and take off your underwear.”
