“Kiss me, please.”
“Not yet. I want to watch you.” He fastened one cufflink over one nipple. I made a breathless sound. And again with the second. I’d experienced this before, yes, but my breasts hadn’t been tied that time. The extra blood flow was making me feel insane.
I tried to lean into him and he let me, holding me for a moment as I adjusted to the sensation. I marveled that my anxiety had dissipated. I wasn’t nervous anymore. I was completely at peace under his control.
His hand slipped into the tiny space he’d left between my legs. His fingers dipped into my slickness.
“So wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
“So touch me.”
“Is that what you want? That couple is just a few feet away. Moan too loud and they’ll hear you.”
My gaze darted over his shoulder where I could see the woman was on her knees now, her partner grunting as she pleasured him. “I want you to touch me.”
“Do you want me to make you come while they listen? Do you want them to hear you?”
“No!” Blush crept over my skin.
“Then you’d better be quiet.”
He began slowly. It was so simple. So effective. Before coming here, my mind had turned in circles trying to imagine what devices he would use on me. But just his fingers…really it was all I wanted. Nothing could make me feel as good as his touch.
Riding the high of those tiny, little circles he was making, I began to climb that same mountain I’d climbed with him thousands of times.
The couple were making love now. Or fucking. That’s what Alfie would call it. The woman was pressed up against the glass, one leg hitched around his hip. Unlike me, she wasn’t trying to be silent.
Pleasure spread through my body, an erotic poison that I could feel in my nearly-numb fingertips right down to my sore toes. There was no relief from it. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t turn my head. Couldn’t close my eyes. Couldn’t cry out. I could only stay here in this moment, in this intensity with him.
He took me there, guiding and goading me higher and higher.
“Just look at me. Still yourself. Calm. Let it happen. Let it come.” His whispered words wrapped around me, holding me as tight as his arm around my waist. My bound breasts heaved against his chest.
“Alfie…”
“I’ve got you,” his voice was firm but reassuring.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you…” he repeated over and over as I gasped, breathless with pleasure. The sticky air clung to us, almost claustrophobic. His lips hovering over mine, I came, breathing in his ‘I love you’s’.
I slumped against him, finally losing my strength. I felt him reach above us, only dimly aware of him releasing my wrists.
“Touch me, Lola.” He sounded like a starving man. I ran my hands over him, clinging onto him as my core twitched and my muscles trembled. He gazed at me, his hand cupping my face and finally he kissed me. If a kiss could say ‘I love you’ it was this kind of kiss.
He broke away too soon and moved behind me but he didn’t let me go. I swayed on my tip toes, my legs still bound together.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
I did as he asked. I didn’t know how he managed it, but he weaved the rope at the base of my spine around my wrists, securing them there. My heart pounded a little. If he let me go I was going to fall flat on my face.
“You won’t fall,” he said, reading my mind. “I won’t let you.” He held onto the knot at my back where my hair was fastened, holding me completely upright.
Trust. I had to trust him not to let me fall.
I heard the zip of his trousers and I knew what was coming next.
The lovers outside finished their coupling and with more breathless laughter, they left us alone. I was glad. I wanted this moment just for us.
