Chapter 19: Chapter 19

WREN

Lance takes me upstairs and lays me down on the bed. He starts kissing my mouth and neck like he’s insatiable. A moan escapes my throat.

“What do you want?” he asks as he pulls my sweater over my head.

“I want…” I pause, biting my lip.

Lance lifts my chin til I’m looking him in the eye.

“Do you, uh, have anything else in addition to the, um, blindfold?” I ask, swallowing hard. Lance gives me a huge grin.

He gets up and goes over to the drawer where he gets his blindfold and a few other items. He brings them over and sets them next to me, then sits behind me. He moves my hair and kisses my neck.

“What are you interested in?” he growls in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“I, uh, I don’t really know. I just…had a lot of fun last night.” I can feel my cheeks get hot and red. He chuckles.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he says. “How about we go slow, and you say ‘cherry’ when you like something and ‘lemon’ if you don’t like something.”

“Okay,” I say.

Lance reaches around me and unbuttons my pants. Then he gets off the bed and pulls me up by my hips.

He spins me around and pushes my back down so I’m bent over the bed as he slides my pants down my legs. I hear him suck in a breath when he sees my new panties.

I feel him rub his hand over the lacy fabric, then he squeezes my ass.

“Naughty girl,” he says, and I suddenly have goosebumps all down my back and legs. He gives my ass a hard slap with his hand. The sting turns me on and instantly makes me wet.

“Cherry,” I say.

He smacks my other ass cheek then runs his fingers from my front to my back.

“Mmm, you do like that, don’t you? Let’s see what else you like,” he says.

Lance whips me around so I’m facing him. He pulls my shirt up over my head and looks at my body in just my fancy bra and panties.

“Fucking hell, Wren, do you know how hot you are?” He grabs a black rope and holds it in front of me. “This is a cotton rope so it won’t leave marks. It’s used to restrain wrists or ankles.”

I hold my hands in front of me. “Cherry,” I say.

Lance gives me his devilish smile and it immediately makes my nipples hard.

He unrolls the rope and gently yet firmly ties it around my right wrist then my left. Then he lays me down on my back and pulls my arms up above my head by the restraint.

With the extra rope he ties them to a wooden slat on his headboard. He’s straddling me, looking me up and down as he takes his shirt off.

I can feel that my panties are already soaked as he takes his time looking at every inch of me. Then he reaches over and grabs the silk blindfold from the night before and slips it on.

I’m plunged into darkness and immediately feel the cool air of the bedroom sliding over my skin. I feel the softness of Lance’s sheets and the warmth of his breath.

My pulse speeds up as my senses are heightened again by my lack of sight.

Lance gets off me and I hear him standing at the foot of the bed.

“This is called a tickler,” he says as I feel something light and soft touch my stomach. “Open,” he says, and I spread my legs.

I suck in a breath and giggle as he moves the feather down both hips and up my inner thighs several times.

“Cherry,” I say while starting to breathe harder.

After several minutes, I start to squirm more, becoming increasingly desperate for Lance’s touch.

Lance picks me up and flips me over so I’m on my knees and elbows with my wrists still fastened above me.

He pulls my panties down and slides them off my legs. Then he gently touches my pussy from behind.

“Mmmm,” he says, and I melt a little more.

Something a little harder than the tickler touches the backs of my legs and ass. “This is a flogger. It can tickle but it’s meant to inflict a little, or a lot, more pain.”

He barely taps my ass with the flogger. It doesn’t hurt, but I think he’s starting slow.

“Cherry,” I purr, and stick my ass up further. He brings the flogger down a little harder, then a little harder. Finally, a slight sting starts to accompany his strikes.

I start moaning. I’m positively dripping now. Lance gives my pussy another stroke which makes me cry out.

“Mmmm, you taste very good, Wren.”

I’m practically writhing like a chained animal.

I feel cold metal slide across my back and I feel one bra strap then the other release with a ~snip~, presumably from a pair of scissors.

“Hey! I just bought this!”

~Smack.~

Lance spanks me with his hand, hard. I yelp and moan at the same time.

“I’ll buy you more, but first bratty girls get spanked,” he says with authority. My core is practically pulsing with arousal.

~Smack.~

He spanks the other side.

“Cherry,” I moan.

He chuckles.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

Lance removes what’s left of my bra and panties and flips me over on my back again. He uses his knees to push my legs apart then slowly, painfully slowly, starts stroking my pussy with his fingers.

“Edging is the method of controlling an orgasm to keep someone at the height of sexual arousal for a long period of time,” he says.

He is barely touching my pussy but it’s enough to make me moan and fight the restraints. I feel like one right move could make me cum but I never quite get there.

“Cherry,” I whisper. My whole body is buzzing, desperate to cum. For several minutes Lance rubs my pussy and clit with his fingers then stops again.

It’s both frustrating and exhilarating. I’ve never had someone else choose when I get to orgasm and it feels incredible to just experience it.

“Are you ready to cum now?”

I pause. “If you want me to,” I say.

I hear him suck in a breath.

“Good girl,” he says. He gets off the bed and grabs my foot. He touches it to his crotch where I can feel he is rock hard. “Feel what you did to me?”

My mouth drops open. ~God, I want him in me so bad.~

“Please, please give it to me.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I say, breathing hard. “So bad.”

I hear the wrapper again, presumably a condom, and then he’s on top of me. His bare torso touches mine as he kisses my mouth and neck. Then he sits up, grabs my thighs, and plunges into me.

I arch my back and yell out.

He starts thrusting, slowly at first, but picks up speed quickly.

“Please, please Lance, touch me.” I can barely get the words out but I’m positively desperate for a release now.

Lance stops, placing one hand on my lower stomach while the other starts rubbing my clit again.

“You may cum now,” he says.

My orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks. My whole body convulses, and I feel complete euphoria for at least a minute. I’ve literally never felt so much pleasure for so long at one time.

Lance starts thrusting again and finishes during my insanely long orgasm.

“Cherry, cherry, holy fuck, cherry.”

Lance chuckles again—my new favorite sound.

He gently unties my hands, rubbing each wrist as soon as it’s free. Then he pulls my blindfold off and picks me up, sliding me under the covers.

I’m completely spent. I feel like I just climbed a mountain.

He holds me in one arm, pushing my hair back from my face with the other.

“How are you?” he asks.

“Amazing,” I say. “And tired.”

After several minutes, Lance gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back out in sweats and holding a shirt.

He pulls me up and puts the t-shirt over my head. I push my arms through the sleeves. Then he gives me a glass of water and some Tylenol.

I take both and fall back onto the pillows, my breath finally slowing.

Lance slides in next to me and wraps his arms around me. I fall asleep within seconds.