The elevator was nearly full when Richard thrust his arm between the closing doors and tugged her in. A hush fell over the car as the passengers took in the scene. Half-naked women on the end of a leash weren’t particularly unusual on the
Lothario
, but it didn’t take an expert to see the quality and exquisite detail of the rope ensemble. Fallon’s skin heated under the close scrutiny.
Richard didn’t notice, or he didn’t care. His eyes never left the digital deck readout. The elevator descended one stingy deck at a time, each one punctuated by a man’s sexy voice announcing the deck by name. He
would
choose one of the elevators that he’d recorded the announcements for. With his hot body pressed up against her in the close confines, she felt each word vibrate through her as if he spoke them just for her.
At each stop, a few passengers stepped off, forcing Fallon to move aside for them. As they approached the last deck the passenger elevators went to, she began to suspect some of the car’s occupants weren’t going to get off until she and Richard did. When his recorded voice announced, “Atlantis Deck, Private Rooms by Reservation Only,” and Richard tugged her out and down the hall, the rest of the car’s occupants followed them like puppies after a hot dog vendor.
Richard stopped outside the last door and produced a key card. He turned a scowling face to the assembled crowd and they scurried back toward the elevator. “Private means private,” he mumbled.
She followed him into the room and stopped short. Soft music played, wafting across the darkened room like a whisper. Dozens of tiny electric candles provided the only illumination. The candles were arranged in a circle around a St. Andrew’s Cross situated in the center of the room.
“Are you frightened?” Richard asked.
“No. You won’t hurt me.”
“No, I won’t. Stand in front of the cross.” He unhooked the leash and she moved to the cross and turned so her back was to the velvet-covered pad in the center. Richard followed, removed her sarong, and stood back. Even in the dim light, she could see his heated gaze, and she trembled under its force.
“If you use your safe word, I will stop.”
She shook her head. No, she wanted this. Whatever Richard was willing to give, she wanted. “No. Is this part of my punishment?”
“You’ll have to decide.” He closed the distance between them and took her left hand in his. He turned it over and placed a kiss on her palm before he lifted her hand to the raised arm of the cross and anchored her shackled wrist to the bar. His lips traced a line from her wrist to her shoulder. He repeated the process with her right hand. Fallon tried to remember to breathe as his mouth traced down her arm, to her shoulder, and continued past her throbbing nipples, over her abdomen, stopped at her clit for a prolonged kiss, then continued down her right leg.
“Spread your legs.” His hands parted her thighs, slid along the rope lines to her ankle. A soft metallic rasp announced her ankle being shackled to the cross. Both his hands trailed up her leg, followed by his lips. Once again, his mouth paused on her clit, teasing, tasting, before he moved on to her other leg, slowly and methodically driving her insane. At last, his mouth made its way back to her shoulder. “Okay?”
“Yes, Richard,” she forced the admission from lungs devoid of oxygen.
“I’m going to blindfold you. It will help you concentrate on what’s important.” Her eyes followed his movement to the table off to the side. In the shadows, she could see several items on the table, but she couldn’t tell what they were. He returned with a black satin blindfold and tied it around her eyes.
“Don’t be alarmed. I’m going to tilt the cross back so you’re lying down.”
In complete darkness, the soft whir of the electric motor, accompanied by the cross tilting backward made her dizzy. It came to a stop when she was fully horizontal and she sucked in air.
“Remember, you can use your safe word anytime. You may scream, say anything you want, as loud as you want. No one will hear you in this room, so there is no need for a gag.”
She nodded her head, and regretted it the same instant, as a wave of dizziness washed over her again.
“Relax, Fallon. There is only me. I would never hurt you. Lie there a few minutes and try to relax. Let the music soothe you.”
She tried, she really did, but over the soft music, she could hear him moving around the room. She tried to identify the sounds, guess at what preparations he was making. Time stretched out. How long was she there, alone, waiting for his touch, his voice in the darkness? She tried counting to sixty, over and over again, but a new sound in the dark would distract her and she’d lose count. Minutes, ten, twenty, more?
“Richard?”
“I’m here, Fallon.”
His voice sounded distant, but it warmed her to hear it, like a warm summer breeze in the night.
“I’m going to ask you to do something. No matter what I do to you, I don’t want you to come until I tell you to.”
How could she not come? His voice wrapping her in summer warmth almost made her come.
“Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll try, Richard.”
“That’s a good girl. If you feel like you’re going to come before I tell you to, use your safe word.”
“Yes, Richard.”
She felt the air shift as he moved closer.
“Let’s begin, then.” One nipple clamp came off and she cried out as blood rushed to the pinched skin. Richard’s mouth closed over the abused bud, his tongue stroked, soothed. Her hips rose off the pad, only to be pressed back by a large hand. His fingers stroked her skin between the ropes. She needed to clamp her legs together, needed the pressure to stave off an orgasm.
“No. Fight it off, sweetheart.” His hand stroked and aroused, even as his voice eased her. Her breath came hard and irregular.
“That’s it. It will get easier as you learn how to control it.”
She doubted it, but he tested her again, removing the other nipple clamp and sucking the throbbing flesh into his mouth. Another moment and she would go over the edge and Richard had yet to command it.
“Stop!” The single syllable was like a gunshot in the quiet room. His mouth left her breast, replaced by his heated hand, the other on her stomach, still stroking, soothing. She took a figurative step back from the edge. “I want. I need. . . . ”
“Yes, I know, sweetheart. Soon.” His words soothed, and she clung to his promise. He leaned close to her face and she matched her breathing to the soft rhythm of his breath dusting across her cheek. “That’s good. You’re in control, sweetheart. Breathe through it.”
“You taste like honey,” he told her. “Let’s try something easier.” He moved away and she felt the loss of his heat like someone clinging to a thin blanket in a snowstorm.
He wrapped one bare foot in his big hands and massaged. His thumbs made broad strokes over her instep, applied pressure to the ball of her foot, to the heel. The change of pace worked, she melted in a pool of relaxed goo. Her entire being focused down to the pinpoints of pressure on the bottom of her foot. His fingers slipped between her toes, and desire spiked anew, softer this time, but enough to have her wanting again. She let the music in again, let the smooth melodies simmer and mellow in her bloodstream. Her head rolled to the side and sigh escaped her lips, as she succumbed to the decadent massage.
* * * * *
Richard smoothed his hand over the top of her foot, around to the instep and across her heel. The shackle around her ankle prevented him from lifting her foot too high, but he could slip his fingers to the back of her heel, reach under the shackle to soothe the tension in her ankle. His eyes were trained on her face. Every now and then they slipped to her clit, and the pearl clip he’d placed on it, and then back to her face. The blindfold hid her eyes, but he could tell much by the lines of her mouth. Finally, the moment he’d been waiting for. Her head rolled to the side and her lips parted on an almost silent sigh.
He moved quickly, quietly. Bending over her, he clamped his mouth over her big toe and sucked as hard as he could. She jerked against the restraints. Her clit twitched. Would she stop him again? He rolled his tongue around her toe and his cock throbbed at her gasp. He couldn’t wait to sink into her pussy. He knew the sounds she’d make when she came around him, knew the way her body would feel around his cock as he exploded inside her. Her hips bucked and he released her toe seconds before she even knew she was on the verge of orgasm.
“That was beautiful, sweetheart. I know you want to come, but not yet. You can take it. You want to experience this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Richard. Oh God, yes.”
His hands slid along her arm from shackled wrist to her armpit. “Breathe in.” His teeth closed over the sensitive skin on the underside of her arm between her shoulder and elbow. He nipped, then soothed with his tongue and lips. Little bites, all along her arm. He licked the crease in her elbow and she cried out.
“You taste so damned good. I could just eat you up.”
“Please, Richard.”
Did she know what she begged for? He didn’t know, only knew he wanted to give her everything she wanted.
“All in good time, Fallon. I plan to taste every inch of you today, and I mean, every inch. Relax. Move all you want, you’re safely anchored. Scream if you want. I won’t stop until I’ve tasted all of you, unless you use your safe word.”
He returned his lips to her skin and she was at his mercy. He tasted every inch, licked, examined, massaged, from the tips of her fingers, to the tips of her toes. His tongue traced the lines of the ropes and his lips kissed every bit of skin accented by the criss-crossed ropes. Every time she got close to the edge, he eased his assault enough to keep her poised on the brink.
She felt the loss of his heat and called his name in the darkness.
He answered from a distance, across the room at the table where he’d found the blindfold. “I’m here, sweetheart. Rest for a moment. I promise to let you come soon. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Richard. I want to come. I want you to fuck me and make me come.”
“Ah, sweetheart, if only that were possible right now. Soon, I hope. Soon.” His voice held a hint of desperation, no less than she felt, so why? Why wouldn’t he come to her?
“Please, Richard,” she begged.
“Soon. Now let me finish this.” He removed the clit clip and she whimpered at the loss of its steady pressure. “Easy. I’m going to take the plug out too, but I have something to replace it with.”
The plug slid out with a distinct little popping sound and she clenched her butt cheeks together. He pried them apart with gentle hands. “Let me in darling. This is bigger, but it shouldn’t hurt. Let me know if it does.”
Something huge pressed against her anus and she tensed, eased as Richard’s voice urged her to relax again. A moment later, the object slid past her tight muscles, filling her. “Just a little further now,” he pressed harder, and the head of the object spread her cheeks. “That’s it, all the way in now.”
“Oh God, Richard.” She’d instructed many couples to use anal play during oral sex, but she’d never tried it herself. Her heart beat an erratic tattoo as the object breached her.
“How does that feel?”
She took a moment to assess all her body was telling her. Her ass stung where the object stretched her muscles beyond her comfort zone, but the fullness inside her felt wicked, and arousing. The only thing that could make it better, she thought, was if it was Richard inside her instead of some cold, plastic dildo. “Good, so good,” she managed on a weak breath.
“Almost there now.” His fingers dipped into her vagina and out again. “You’re more than ready. Again, relax, sweetheart. Let me fill you.”
Another object, as big, bigger, than the one in her back door, pressed inside her, stretched her.
“You should feel this all the way in darling. I’m almost there.”
“Yes.” Oh God! Yes.
“I know you’ve never had two cocks in you at the same time. How does it feel, sweetheart? Do you think you can take it?”
She needed to move, needed to feel the slide of the two cocks inside her. If only. . . If only they were real. . . . Her hips moved of their own accord. Richard splayed a hand over her stomach, pressing her hips back down. What must he think of her, begging, trying to bring on her own pleasure by rocking her hips? She was too far gone to care. She needed something, needed Richard to finish what he’d started.
“Richard, please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
The cock in her ass vibrated. She bucked against the restraints and he switched on the one in her pussy. His mouth clamped down on her clit and sucked. Richard’s hands anchored her writhing hips to the padded cross.
“Please,” she begged for release.
“Now, sweetheart. Come for me now.”
He flicked his tongue over her clit and her scream echoed off the insulated walls. She thrashed against the restraints, grateful even as she flew apart, for their anchoring her to earth. Tears streamed down her temples as her body floated back and crystallized again into one being. Richard slid the vibrators from her cavities and placed a warm hand between her legs.
“Rest now, sweetheart. I’ll be right here for you.”
His hand clamped around one of hers and the other brushed the tears from her face. “Sleep. I won’t go anywhere.”