After that night I wanted to get us back on track. Back to the sex only train. I stopped by his apartment at the butt crack of dawn to drop off something. We wound up having a quicky on his couch. On the way out I handed him a key. We planned on seeing each other that night since we both had early schedules.
"Come in at seven, the safe word is Melon."
I'm not sure what he was thinking. If he thought the safe word was for him. Either way I liked to have him tortured throughout the work day. Even at the cost of torturing myself.
6:45 I was sliding rose pink leather thigh cuffs up my legs and fastening the matching set on my wrists and ankles. My matching underwear and collar already on. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided the ankles and collar might overwhelm him, so I opted to leave them in the drawer and just wear the thigh and wrists at 6:50 I was putting them back on. At 6:59 I was tying a blind fold around my eyes. Then I took my position on the bed, face down ass up, with my flog laying next to me and the blind fold back on the nightstand for him to use or not use. I folded my arms in front of my face as I waited. Heart pounding. He was never late.
The key turned over in the lock. It was dead silent in my apartment even with the bedroom door shut I could hear him coming in. I still had the subtle paranoia that it was some stranger. But my fantasies were such that even some scenarios of that nature I might enjoy.
"Hello?" His voice filled the apartment. I told him where I would be so I said nothing. I heard his footsteps approaching the door barely over my heart beat clanging in my ears. I decided to sit up on my knees while I waited the other way seemed too forward. While I was still thinking about it the door opened.
I heard his breath catch, "woah..." was all he said.
"What's the safe word?" I asked.
"Melon." He replied.
"I'm yours," I said leaning over into the ever submissive doggie position. "happy valentines day."
Did I mention that's why we had plans?
He was a little cumbersome at first, I think maybe the options befuddled him. I explained to him the fasteners on the bed and he eventually settled on wrist to thigh. I laughed to myself that I could've just done what I was thinking. 😂😂😂
He tried his hand at some spanking but all in all I could tell he wasn't feeling it. I was a little disappointed, but I could tell it wasn't what we were doing, it was in his mind... which gave me hope that later we could try this again.
We tried a few different things until he spotted something he liked on my nightstand. He instructed me to lie on my back and hooked my hands above my head. I watched him fastening my ankles to the corners of the bed, then he tied the blindfold.
"Do trust me?" He he asked.
"I let you tie me up didn't I?"
He laughed and I felt him leaning over the side of the bed. He flipped a switch and I heard humming. He had my wand... and suddenly, I was nervous. On myself I couldn't hold it for more than ten seconds. Which is why I liked being tied up. You could pull and strain as much as you could... but you were gonna get pushed passed your limits to another level of pleasure you could not achieve with your self preservation getting in the way.
He dragged it up my left thigh and already I was trembling, I was in trouble. He dragged it down my right thigh skipping his destination. I gasped and flinched. He laughed to himself. Leaning down to kiss my skin. All the while holding it near my body.
He kissed and licked each of my nipples and I moaned. My heart pounded with anticipation of the weapon in his hand. My whole body was sensitive because of my paranoia every touch of his lips was electrified. I thought it was odd he chose the wand, most men felt emasculated by it. But I supposed he already had proven he could please me without. Now this was torture.
I continued to moan and pant as I felt his weight removed from above me. With his fingers he spread the lips of my pussy and I got a chill. He was gonna make sure he put it directly on my clit. I was shaking in my boots, but I heard the vibrations lessen as he turned the setting low. Slowly he placed it against me. "Unh," I jerked my hips involuntarily.
"Mmm..." was the reply as he adjusted it's placement and I pulled against the cuffs. It never took me long with a vibrator. He turned up the setting gradually and I moaned pulling with my knees longing to close my legs.
He saw this and put a hand on my thigh. His grip was strong. But my orgasm resistance was weak. He put his legs between mine as assurance they would stay open. He leaned forward with his arm beneath my shoulder still holding it against me. I could feel his breath in my face. I turned away so he wouldn't kiss me. I bit my lip, voice trickling out trying to contain myself. Just as I reached the precipice he removed it.
"No." He said, me gasping for air. He sat up on the bed. Leaving me with tingles and dissatisfaction.
"Good to know what you like." He continued on. Unhooking my ankles one by one.
"But the only place you're allowed to cum is on my dick." He asserted himself with that sentence.
"Yes sir." I blurted. He was my dom now.
"Hmm." He weighed my response in his head, deciding if he liked it or not.
With his mouth he tasted me with my legs on his on his shoulders I moaned and groaned as once again he got me all worked up. I pulled against the restraints as he pulled my hips downward. A grip of iron. I smiled because I could not get free.
Before I got there again he stopped He knew I was close because I grew silent. He reached up and slapped me across the face. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough, he faltered slightly, but I grinned like a giddy child. He grabbed my face with his fingers in my mouth. "I told you where you were allowed to cum." He growled. "Yes sir." I moaned curling my toes.
"Mmm..." he liked it.
His hand slid down to my throat leaving a sloppy wet trail down my face.
"Do you want to cum now?" He whispered his hot breath tickled my ear and sent chills through me.
"Yes, yes," I breathed heavily, "please." I begged pulling against the restraints.
"Show me." He commanded hand sliding down my chest.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and tilted my hips. He laughed and pulled my legs off putting his hands in backs of my knees. My pussy throbbed in anticipation as I lay fully exposed. He rubbed himself against my wet pussy and my breath grew heavy. At his mercy, when he pushed inside I was at my whits end.
"Oh God!" I whispered loudly.
He began to thrust inside of me and I was so wet he slipped out and right back in.
"Jesus." He breathed as he pushed back in. I continued to moan as I was fully out of control.
Just when I thought I was done for I somehow missed the sound of the vibrator turning on while he was stroking and I was at my max for pleasure or so I thought. When he placed it against my clit on a higher setting than it had been all day the sound from my throat was almost scream.
My entire body felt like it was caving in on itself, and there was no escape. My legs began to shake as he fought to keep them open and the wand and himself in place. Then suddenly there was no sound. I was a screaming mute. My entire body now arched up off the bed and began to convulse I came so hard I believe I was removed from my body for several seconds.
"Shhhit!" He exclaimed as he pulled out quickly. I heard the sound of liquid splashing over the sheets. I knew what it was... I just didn't know I could do it. I closed my legs and crossed my ankles as I continued to tremble and gasp.
"Oh God," I repeated, he reached out and pulled the blindfold off me. Not that it mattered my eyes were rolled back towards my brain. At that point he opened my legs and entered me again. I yelped and my legs began to quake and again he had to pull out as I splashed. "Ahhh!" I screamed completely hapless.
He laughed watching me seize with pleasure. I looked at his body wet with my fluids and I was too far removed from myself to be embarrassed.
He waited longer leaning forward to cradle and kiss my neck and shoulders while I shook. After little while he unhooked my arms but hooking my wrists behind my back as I struggled to keep my legs from shaking while on my knees. When he entered me I was less sensitive but still my sense was heightened I bit the sheets to keep from making a sound each time he moved. He was holding my arms back from the chain between the leather cuffs and I was all but crying from the pleasure. He pulled me up and began to fuck me harder while holding my throat and my abdomen steady. He was whispering things to me that I cannot recount because my brain was a puddle of uselessness. My throat was raw from yelping and begging. But he was relentless. He let me go and as I laid forward he laid on top of me and came with powerful thrusts. Once again inside of me. Ever since I told him he was the only one to ever do it, he just kept right on doing it. It was his subtle way of owning me.
We grunted and moaned. A cacophony of aftermath. He rolled off me after a minute and unhooked my arms. We continued to pant as he laid face up and me face down beside him. I didn't think I would be able to move for several minutes. I began to laugh slightly and he looked over at me and began to chuckle a bit too.
"Wow." I said, my voice barely present.
"Wow." He affirmed.
I looked over his sweaty body and suddenly recalled that I squirted all over him and the bed. "Awww," I groaned covering my face. Now I was embarrassed. I rolled onto my side legs heavy.
"What is it," He was concerned pulling me in closer with his arm.
"Did I hurt you?" He pulled my hand off my eyes.
"No..." I was dying of it now. "The opposite."
He looked at me confused as I raised up on my elbows to see the wet spots on the sheets.
"Oh," he laughed. "You mean you bursting a pipe?"
"Ewww what???" I laughed laying back and covering my face once again.
He laughed at me. "Seriously, are you thirsty?" He teased, "because I'm sure you lost some vital fluids there..."
"Arghh..." I groaned cheeks ablaze.
"Why are you so embarrassed? It happens." He shrugged.
"I'm sure it does" I glared at him.
"Oh you mean..." he put it together, "You never?" He gestured.
I shook my head.
"Well," he beamed, "I'm honoured." He feigned gratitude with his hand to his chest, before laughing.
I scoffed and tried to angrily get out of bed to pee but when I tried to stand my legs failed me. I fell to my knees and for a second we were quiet. I looked at him absolutely pissed, he looked at me with his mouth agape for a couple of seconds and then we both burst out laughing.
He helped pull me back onto the bed as we continued to laugh with each other. He helped me undo the cuffs on my body.
"How long have you had these?"
"A while... but this is the first time I used them." I neglected to say how much of a slut Theo thought I was for even buying them. He pulled me into his arms and held me there tenderly. Our legs intertwined as he brushed the hair from my face. He kissed my forehead again. As I spread my fingertips across his chest. I allowed the warm feeling into my chest despite myself.
More than anything I knew I was still his. He marked me now with two things I could say that only he did and I had no idea what I was gonna do when it was over. How long it would take to detox from him this time.
When we finally got up and showered it was 11pm. We were too tired for anymore rounds,
yet we stayed in that honey colored haze while we snacked and talked. When it was time for bed we were so comfortable with each other. Not like we weren't before. But like maybe just in pseudo-love. We laid an extra thick blanket over the bed to avoid the wet spots, he continued to tease me all the while. It was only a matter of time before it wore off though. I told myself as he wrapped his arms around me that night. He was gonna go back to his old ways in a weeks time and this would be over. But still I loved being his little spoon.
The next morning of our planned second day off I woke up and my entire body was aching. I rolled over to look at him and he was already awake and staring down at me with his head resting in his palm.
"Well... good morning?" I said startled and confused.
"Morning..." he echoed. A faint smile on his lips but a serious look in his eye.
"What is it?" I urged with concern.
"I wanted to talk to you about something last night, but it slipped my mind." He revealed averting his eyes.
"Hm." I began to think raising my brows. He probably slept with someone else. The thought had bite to it, but I swallowed it down.
"I know our month is almost up..." he sounded apologetic, " But I think we should talk."
"What's there to talk about?" I looked at him innocently. As far as I was concerned I had given him what he wanted. I was taking my fill and we could go our separate ways. We were never going to be more than a fling. Even though I used to hope and pray.
"Well I mean..." he shrugged, "Everything?"
"R—-," I sighed, " You said you wanted sex. So I gave it to you. But we're always either or."
"I didn't say that was all I wanted." His eyes narrowed.
"But it's all you ever wanted. Even when we were younger." I comforted, "We had an agreement, now you can go back to your free life. No strings, no commitment."
"Is that what you want?" He questioned.
"It doesn't matter what I want. It doesn't change you, never has." I lamented. "You said you couldn't spend time with me without spending time in me... so think about it. We had an action packed month... but if we did more than that eventually it would dwindle down... you'd get bored, and go looking elsewhere."
He laid over on his back with a huff.
"Look at it like this," I rolled over onto my elbows. "you'll get me out of your system soon and you'll be able to boink other bitches." It was a rant I know, but I didn't want any surprises. I didn't want anymore false words to come from his lips like the ones he said in the past. I was relieving him of any responsibility and allowing him an exit without baggage.
"I don't want to ...boink...." he stumbled over the word, "other bitches." He muttered.
"The whole reason I found you again was so that I could—" he trailed off sitting up again...
"Boink me?" I offered.
"Diana I—" he began, interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Hold on..." I leaned over to look at it. "My heart jerked as I recognized the name on the screen. I sat up slowly, with the phone in my hand staring at the screen.
"Who is that?" He asked no doubt the tenseness of my demeanor screaming bloody murder.
"I-it's Theo." I stuttered. I didn't feel guilty about anything I had done, I just never expected him to call.
"Don't,—" R— tried As I slid to answer. He huffed in frustration.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Diana." He sounded ashamed.
"Hi."