Chapter 13
Arousal Play
Hillary Beck
The car ride had been strangely quiet, filled with tension so taut it could be cut with a knife. But we both knew what we wanted.
I let him drive me back to his country house. He led me into a large room illuminated with a low, romantic light. White drapes covered the large windows and I stared at the huge four-poster British Colonial style bed positioned in the middle of the room and then a large mirror hanging opposite to the bed.
The door shut behind him, and I felt my heartbeat rising as he stood across the room, gazing at me. I stood there in my soaking wet dress, my hair plastered over my face and my makeup probably ruined. No doubt that I looked like a mess, but he didn’t seem to care. I swallowed, adrenaline pumping through my veins as he continued to stare at me. His eyes were burning with an intensity and hunger I hadn’t seen before, and it made me feel weak and vulnerable.
He marched forward, his strides strong and purposeful, and he stood in front of me, gazing into the depths of my eyes. And then he leaned down, his lips hovering near mine, and I closed the final distance. I lunged at him, pressing my lips to his and kissing with the ferocity of a burning sun. My body shuddered and shivered as his arms wrapped around me and he deepened his kiss. His tongue parted my lips and slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine. I felt like the heroine in a romantic movie. My heartbeat with his, He gently embraced me, and with his strong hands, he held me tighter to his body.
As I pressed myself against him, he suddenly pulled away, and I groaned in desperation.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I whispered back. I did trust him, as much as it scared me to admit.
“Will you let me take you on a little adventure?” he asked, his tongue tracing over the skin of my neck.
“Yes,” I said with a sigh. To be honest. I would have agreed to anything at this point.
His hands undid his tie, and before I knew it, he was wrapping it around my eyes.
“Gale?” I gasped out.
“Shush,” he whispered in my ear. “Trust me.”
As he blindfolded me, my other senses heightened. I felt him pick me up and then lay me down on the bed slowly.
“If you get too scared,” he said, “or if you want me to stop, just ask me.”
“What? Why?” I asked, but I got the answer a second later. He pinned my hands above my head, and he closed a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. I tried to move but he had cuffed me to the bed. I lay there, wet with desire, blindfolded and tied up.
And then I felt his lips on my skin, kissing me tenderly, I felt his fingertips tracing my smooth skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt him take my skin in between his lips, sucking and kissing it. His hands traced over my body, making me tremble and writhe with desire. I gasped as his fingertips danced over my already erect nipples, and he chuckled softly. I heard him unzip my dress, and he slowly, sensually slid it off. He kissed my skin as he pulled the dress down, reaching down to my thighs. He kissed them with tenderness as the material slid over my legs, and I heard him throw it on the floor.
“Gale,” I gasped as his fingers teased me through my panties, making me drip even more.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Gale! Please!”
I wanted him with such a desperation, but I couldn’t move. I was at his mercy. He chuckled again as he teased me, well aware of what he was doing to me.
His lips touched my skin, and he pushed my bra aside to expose my breast. He kissed it tenderly, before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. At the same time, he pushed my panty aside, and his fingers started to dance around my lips. He traced and teased me, and I was overloaded with sensations. His finger dipped into my wet hole, and then he thrust it into me. He continued to fervently suck on my nipple, and I shivered and writhed under his touch.
“Gale,” I moaned. “Take me.”
I felt him lightly biting on my ears, and slowly teasing me with kisses on my neck as his fingers found my clit, which he began to rub, first softly and then with more pressure and speed.
“Gale,” I pleaded. “Take me!”
He didn’t reply, his fingers picking up pace as he rubbed me faster and faster.
“Oh, God, Gale!” I begged.
My body felt as if it was going to burst. Waves of pleasure rolled off me as I begged and begged. I needed him; I wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted to be filled by him, and yet he continued to tease until I was sure I was going to explode. And then, he stopped.
“Gale, no!” I moaned. I heard the sound of his clothes falling on the floor, and the sound of his zipper being undone. A minute later, I felt him thrust into me and I was instantly filled and stretched in the most pleasurable way possible.
He started to thrust into me, harder and faster, filled with the same untamed desire that I felt. The faster he thrust, the closer I got. I moaned without care, loudly and freely. My body was on the verge of bursting with pleasure, and as he thrust again, I came.
I embraced his pulsating cock inside of my tunnel. My body shuddered and shook around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Gale groaned, and a second later I felt him pull out and come all over me. As my heart calmed down, and my nerves stopped firing, I felt him collapse next to me and pull me into his arms. He uncuffed me, and then softly kissed my cheek.
I had never felt so warm, so comforted and so wanted. I had never felt this happy before. And, I have to be honest, it scared me.
