InstructionbySeduction (11 page)

By the time Leah was able to get out of work and over to
Mayfaire’s she learned Scott had already gone for the day. Disappointed, she
made her way over to Fit4Life and beat the hell out of a bag instead of having
dinner with the man of her dreams. When she returned home, she pulled up her
word-processing program and started typing her speech for her public speaking
class.
Take every opportunity
, she typed.

* * * * *

A week later, Leah was exhausted. She spent all of her time
running around after the employees, checking and double-checking their work.
Even with the ones she knew would do a good job, she had to follow along after
them to feel right. It was grinding on their nerves and she knew it. She told
herself repeatedly to just get over it and let them do their jobs. Instead she
remained compelled to review absolutely everything and it was killing her.

Leah stumbled through her door and collapsed on the sofa.
She mumbled something into the pillow about not being able to do it anymore.
The euphoria of her management class and ensuing success had worn off and she
was just plain tired. She thought of the box.
Making my dreams come true
doesn’t include exhaustion and an ulcer
, she thought spitefully, then
reconsidered.

“Maybe I’m doing something wrong,” she said aloud. “Hale
will know.”

Leah rolled off the sofa and landed on the floor with a
thud. She was tired, almost too exhausted for whatever Hale would likely have
in mind for her. But she needed answers and he was always there for her. So
Leah stumbled back into her bedroom and opened the box.

Bang, bang, bang
came Hale’s trademark knock on her
door. As soon as she heard it Leah felt more energized. Like she’d taken a shot
of caffeine. She giggled and went running to the door.

“Hey.” Hale nodded. “You look like you got hit by a truck.”

“I did.”

“Not that I heard about. You running yourself like a
racehorse?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m responsible for everything now. I have to keep
tabs on everything and keep everything in check. It’s so exhausting I’m about
ready to drop.”

“Hmmm,” Hale mused, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “It
sounds like you need to delegate some tasks.”

“I am delegating.”

“Are you really?”

Leah thought of how she ran behind the employees to double-check
all of their work. She spent so much time babysitting that she could
practically have just done the work herself.
Constant monitoring isn’t much
of a delegation
.

“I see what you mean.” She took a seat next to him.

“You know what your problem is?”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“You have no trust. Even when you know someone is perfectly
capable you don’t trust them to do it on their own. What happens then?”

“They hate me for doubting them.”

“Exactly. And that’s bad news for a well-oiled team.”

“Yes. I’ve seen the eye rolls and the head shakes.”

“You need to learn to trust. Show trust until someone proves
unworthy of it, then you can take it away and go back to babysitting.”

Leah nodded. “Makes sense.”

“Good. Because I have a lesson in trust that I’m dying to
give to you.”

Leah smiled a mischievous grin and felt herself turn a
little red. Even after Hale had taken her in every way known to man he could
still make her flush with excitement and even a little nervousness.

Hale returned her grin with his smirk and stood. He tossed
off his jacket and pulled off his tie.

“I can’t wait for this,” he said.

Leah’s heart picked up a few extra beats. What the hell did
he have planned for her?

“What are you going to do?” she asked hesitantly.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Go into the bedroom, take all
your clothes off and lay down on the bed, facedown. Eyes closed.”

Leah raised her eyebrows.

“Questions?” Hale asked.

Leah laughed and shook her head. “No.”

“Good.”

Leah walked back into her bedroom and slid out of her work
pants, noting how loose they were these days. She pulled off her shirt,
deposited her bra on the floor and moved to the bed. Hale didn’t say anything
about covers on or off so she laid down over the top of the blankets and waited.

It seemed like forever. What the hell was he doing out
there? It never took him very long to disrobe. Finally Leah heard him come into
the room. He dropped something on the bed, then started rummaging around in her
dresser drawers.

“Something I can help you find?” Leah laughed into the
pillow, wondering what he could possibly be digging up.

“Nope. I got it covered.” Hale crawled onto the bed and
hovered over Leah on all fours. He bent down and kissed her back between her
shoulder blades, a soft, gentle action that sent warm shivers through Leah’s
body. Hale brushed her hair away from her ear and whispered into it, “You trust
me, don’t you, Leah?”

A positive response to that could become famous last
words
. She laughed nervously into the pillow. “Yes, Hale. I trust you.”

“Good. Lift your head up for me and keep your eyes closed.”

Leah complied. Soft silk caressed her face, then covered her
eyes.
His tie
. Hale was using his tie as a blindfold. Leah’s her
heartbeat picked up and her senses went on alert.
Can’t see
, they were
telling her.
Can’t see!

Leah breathed deeply and slowly to calm herself, to battle
against her natural resistance to what Hale was doing to her.

“Raise your arms up over your head,” Hale said softly. Leah
pulled her arms up from her sides, lowered her head to the pillow and placed
her hands behind her head. She felt Hale’s gentle but firm grip pull them up
over her head, then the sensation of soft cloth wrapping around her wrists. Her
bathrobe. He was tying her hands together with her bathrobe belt.

“Hale,” she whispered, the emotional discomfort becoming
harder to control.

“Shh.” He finished his knot at her wrists. “Just relax and
trust.”

Hale’s hands were smooth on her back as he massaged her,
occasionally stopping to kiss a particularly knotted muscle. Leah eased into
it, allowing the calm to overtake her. Finally she felt like she was under
control. She could be tied up and blindfolded with someone that she trusted and
be okay.

“Now,” Hale said, doing a final rubdown on her back, “come
up on your knees, ass in the air.”

Leah felt Hale move out of the way so she could reposition
herself. She put pressure on her elbows to help her move up into position, just
as he said, rear end in the air. She laid her upper body down over the pillow.

It was an incredibly vulnerable position and Hale had to
know it. She was completely exposed and he could do to her whatever he wanted
to. But she trusted him. She trusted him to treat her with respect and to not
do anything she didn’t agree with.

“You are too beautiful,” Hale whispered, moving behind her.
He set his hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed. “Skin soft like silk and eyes
like an Alaskan glacier. Your sex is hot and smooth like fine aged whiskey that
makes a man want to beg for more.”

Leah surprised herself when Hale’s cock pushed against her slit.
She was wet. She went from scared and nervous to slick and ready in mere
moments, just from Hale’s few words. She lifted her head just enough to
breathe, inhaling deep and hard. She wanted it. She was dying for it.

“Tell me Leah. You want this? You want this here?” Hale
nudged the tip of his shaft just barely inside her.

“Yes,” Leah moaned. “God, yes.”

“Are you hungry for it?”

“Starving.”

Leah gripped the pillow. She wanted him inside her so badly
she ached.

“Even though you’re blindfolded and tied up and have no say
in the matter, other than the words that come out of your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Hale plunged into her in one smooth, hard motion. Leah cried
out and squeezed the pillow harder. She nudged her knees a little farther apart
to give Hale all the room he needed to take her with fervor.

Leah reached out and took hold of the rods on the headboard.
She pushed back against Hale, feeling his stiff flesh drive inside her even
harder as she met him halfway. Leah panted and moaned, the rhythm of their
motions thrumming through her like another heartbeat.

Not being able to see or open her eyes seemed to make the
experience all that much more intense. She couldn’t distract herself with
anything. All her focus was on the act, on the feeling, on the friction of
flesh on flesh in the most receptive region of her body.

Then suddenly it was gone. Hale pulled out and moved away
from her.

“What are you doing?” Leah panicked. “Come back!”

“Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll finish what I started.”

Leah gave an immature-sounding “hrmph” and leaned into the
pillow. She was uncomfortably aroused and was left hanging.

“Roll over,” Hale said. “Back to the blankets.”

Leah rolled over onto her back. She lowered her bound hands
down over her breasts, but felt Hale’s hand on her.

“No, no. Leave them over the top of your head. I don’t want
you to impede the marvelous view.” As if to emphasize his point, Hale ran his
hands over her breasts as she raised her hands back up. She gripped the
headboard rods again, waiting.

“Part your legs.” Hale’s voice was velvet and heated. Leah
pulled her knees apart, opening herself to him.
Another vulnerable position
.
Hale moved in between her legs and swiped his tongue across her pussy.

Leah giggled and squirmed, ready for another oral delight
but Hale didn’t continue. Instead, Leah heard a soft, humming noise, then a
cool, strong vibration against her clit.

“Oh my God.” She arched her back at the intense stimulation.
“I can’t believe you pulled out my vibrator.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t pull it out for us to play with
before.”

Hale rubbed the vibrating head of the dildo around Leah’s
clit, making her tremble and sweat and groan. Just when the pressure within her
was about to explode, he moved it, beginning to push it inside her pussy.

“Hale,” Leah moaned. “I was almost there.”

“I know. But you can’t come yet. Not yet.”

Hale pushed the vibrator into Leah as far as it would go. He
worked it back and forth within her for a few strokes, then pushed it in and
held it in.

“Lift your legs, Leah,” Hale said, his voice nearly
trembling. “Put your ankles on my shoulders.”

Leah lifted her shaking legs, using Hale’s arms as a guide.
Her heart was pounding not just from the stimulation but also from the
apprehension of what he would do to her next.

The humming of the vibrator seemed even louder to her with
her vision blocked. The sensations it created thrummed through her body like
she was sitting on a jet airplane. Waiting for Hale to do whatever it was he
had planned was a pleasurable wait but still felt to Leah as somewhere in
between waiting for Christmas morning and waiting to be called in for an
interview.

Finally Leah felt him moving again. He pressed against her,
moving her legs closer to her body. Leah’s heart pounded in her ears and her
breath came in quick, short bursts with apprehensive anticipation. The slick
head of Hale’s cock pushed against her anus and she moaned his name.

“Leah,” he whispered. “How do you feel?”

“Stop talking and do it.”

Hale chuckled and pushed. Leah shuddered and moaned. She had
no idea that cutting off one sense—her sight—would amplify all her other
sensory perception. If she thought before that having Hale take her in her ass
was sensory overload, this was off the charts. With the vibrator humming away inside
her as well, Leah thought she might explode.

Hale pressed on into her until his pelvis bumped up against
her ass. Leah whimpered and pulled on her restraints.

“Now I’m going to fuck you hard.”

Leah’s desire surged. Again his harsh language was like
purple prose to her ears. He began pulling and pushing, fucking her ass with
his back-and-forth motions, applying pressure and taking it away from the end
of the vibrator. Leah wanted to scream at the intensity of the feelings but
found herself mute. This was better than the two Hales.

“I’m going to come,” Leah moaned, finding her voice. “Hard.”

“Good,” Hale said, and she could feel the smirk in his
voice.

It only took a few more hard strokes from Hale for the
orgasm to rip through Leah like a hurricane. Like it was tearing though her
soul, Leah screamed and whimpered, shook and writhed. She moaned Hale’s name
again as the violent ecstasy subsided. He had come, too, she knew, since he
always did, and the pressure inside her lessened.

Leah trembled, recovering, and expected Hale to pull out of
her. But instead he moved again, growing again within her like he hadn’t even
come.

“How…how?” Leah asked, wishing she could tear off the
blindfold and look at him.

Leah felt Hale’s lips softly caressing her knee as he
whispered, “I’m ready when you are.”

Is that humanly possible?
Leah asked herself.
Not
human. But what the hell did you ever think he was?
The confusion and
uncertainly threatened to take hold. But tied up and blindfolded, what could
she do about it anyway? And if she could, would she? Leah had flashbacks to a
hundred earth-shattering orgasms and decided being human was irrelevant.

Again Hale began his pursuit, thrusting and pumping, pushing
both the vibrator and his rod in and out with his body movements. Leah felt his
hand on the vibrator, pushing it further in. She groaned and thrashed. All that
existed in the universe as far as Leah was concerned was Hale, her vibrator and
his erection. His motions filled her, body and soul, launching her into some
sort of alternative universe where nothing mattered but the feeling.