“I plan to watch you pleasure yourself.”
Her neck cranes to consider me. I can’t help but appreciate the way her eyes glisten, complementing her reddened face.
“I… I can’t. Not in this position with my hands cuffed together.”
There’s no use hiding how much I enjoy pushing her past her comfort zones… toying with her. The corners of my mouth pull upward.
“No… I have something sweeter in mind.” I stand, returning to the front of the store, I leave Cindel curiously waiting. Securing what I need from a tall, cylindrical display; I deliberately take my time. Her skin is dotted with goosebumps, as she attempts to identify what I’ve brought back with me. “Eyes forward.” I demand. I can’t have her ruining all thesurprises. She lets out a ‘humph’ but obeys. Keeping her body in place, facing forward. I can only imagine how her arms are growing weary from holding herself up, but we’ve just got started. She’ll have to stay strong.
Dragging over a wooden drum full of candy, I set to work with my pocketknife. Whittling a small hole into the keg, at precisely the appropriate height. The metallic snap of my blade closing, causes Cindel’s body to jerk. A throaty chuckle escapes me. My voice, already partially hoarse. “So jumpy.” I taunt.
Unwrapping the rainbow swirled lollipop, I run my tongue up the length of every ridge. The flavor makes my cheeks cinch. It’s too sugary and not the flavor I crave. Once it’s slick, I jam the treat’s stick into the narrow cut I created. The once seemingly innocent lolly will soon bring pleasure in a different form. Little by little, I push the barrel of Tootsie Rolls between Cindel’s legs. “Scoot back, Princess. I’m going to watch you enjoy your candy, in a whole new way.” No longer can she fight the urge to look behind herself. She looks to me then down at the barrel holding the long, spiral lollipop. She gapes, realizing what I’ve orchestrated. “Remember… no argument.” Her glistening pussy is inches from the makeshift dildo.
Kneeling down by her side, I run my fingers through her chestnut hair. Helping it to fall on one side of her face. Placing one hand on her waist, I help guide her backward. Tiny gasps paired with incomplete breaths leave her parted lips, as the sucker slowly enters her. Once Cindel’s lined up, I lean back. Allowing her to set her own pace. The way she moves, is fucking enchanting. She lowers her torso on shaky limbs. Leaning onto her forearms, the shining plug puckers as her form inclines artfully, toward the barrel. Her body comes to life, happily accepting the multiple invasions. I can’t help but touch her. My hand settles on her lower back, right in the spot where dimples form when she’s turned on. She shifts back and forth… lengthymoans tumble from her pretty mouth as she progresses, taking the lollipop a little deeper each pass. Red, green, orange, blue, yellow, then indigo appear. Only to then witness as, indigo, yellow, blue, orange, green, and red disappear inside her. The twisted treat is coated with her ecstasy, all the while I hunger to take their place. To taste the rainbow.
“Dax…” My name sounds more like a plea. “Dax! Please…. I can’t… I… I need more!”
My cock is painfully erect from all the pants and moans. It revolts against the zipper separating me from her… but today isn’t for me. It’s about her. It’s always been about her. Hastily I remove my face mask, positioning myself on my back, just under her trembling body. She raises up onto her hands again. Beneath her, we are nearly in a 69 position, although I don’t expect her to touch me this time. Taking hold of her hips, I soon realize I’m not able to reach my mouth to her pussy, as she is skewered on a candy pyre. I look to my side, finding the avalanche of stuffed toys just within reach. With my foot, I kick one up to my hand, then place the makeshift pillow beneath my head. When I extend my tongue, her clit just glides across. This perfect woman moves rhythmically, as she works the dick shaped candy, all the while using my tongue as a scratching post. She’s so fucking wet. Her juices literal euphoria, combined with sweet secretions of sugar.
“Dax! Dax! Oh fuck…it feels too good.”
I flick my tongue to the cadence of a song I’ve studied for some time. Her body sings just for me, as she rocks backward and forward. I close my mouth around her piercing and suck. I’m well-educated in how to make Cindel lose herself. Sometimes she just can’t get out of her own way. Steadily her walls crumble, but I dare not rush her. Waiting a lifetime to feel wanted… accepted as I am. Cindel submits to me. I’m nothing if not a patient man and those orgasms are worth their weight in gold. I discern the change in her cries, from opened mouthedmoans to teeth clenching growls. I take the cue, reaching around, and pressing lightly on the base of the plug with two fingers, giving her that pressure that consistently breaks through her dam. All at once her rocking ceases. Legs convulse violently around me. I transition without delay to a pattern of licking and sucking, in line with pressing firmly on her lower pubic region with my free hand. I am a means to an end. As unusual as our beginning may have been, she’s always been the one in control. She just didn’t realize it at first. Cindel’s hold on me is boundless. I’m just the man behind the curtain; pushing and moving dials in unison with her signals. Her taut body slams back one final time, consuming every inch of the twisted knob and her barrier fractures. Screams fill the room in time with tremors of pleasure, reverberating through her body.
I dare not stray, ensuring I ring out every last drop of Cindel’s release. I’m a starving man, surviving solely on her. My face is warm and I fucking love the way she extinguishes my thirst. Without even being touched, the screams falling from her lips, cause me to lose myself. I’d be lying if I said, it was the first time she’s caused me to cum in my own pants.
In an improvised bed of stuffed animals, we lay side-by-side. Between the bodily fluids and the sweat, I’m going to have to buy the whole lot. It’s a small price to pay for Cindel’s happiness.
I didn’t have much time left. Raising off the ruined fuzzy ducks and christened teddy bears, I pull a remote from my pants pocket and hit play. Cindel’s eyebrow raises as she too sits up. Music pours through the candy store’s sound system.
Her face beams when she realizes,“Maps”by theYeah Yeah Yeahs,was resonating through the entire shop. She moves to kneel before me, taking my sodden face into her still bound hands. She whispers, “You figured out my favorite song.”
I produce a key for the cuffs from a metal ring on my belt, freeing Cindel to pull up her bottoms. Standing before ourtemporary haven, her body sways, moving liberally as I watch her dance about the room. I don’t correct her. I’ve always known her favorite song. She listened to it on repeat when she was younger. Belting out lyrics while leaping on the bed. I’ve always been watching… she just didn’t know it at the time. This song was saved for today. As the music carries her away, she turns from me, positioned right between the sugar fill station and the wall of jelly beans. So distracted, she doesn’t notice when I move to a clearing and take a knee. When she twirls around, her eyes lock onto mine. Long moments pass as I fight the urge to move from this vulnerable state, unsure what she’s thinking. Have I progressed things too quickly? Is this not what she wanted?
From this distance, I notice a slight tremor in her hands. She steps closer… closing the gap between us, agonizingly slow. Reaching for her, I can only hope that she doesn’t discard me like everyone else in my life had. Taking her hand in mine, I attempt to steel my nerves, unsure who’s more fragile at this moment. The soft musical outro matches the juncture in which I push myself to speak.
“Cindel…” I say, before closing my eyes. “You’ve been my beacon of light, when I’ve faced nothing but dark waters.” My throat feels tight, making it even harder to form words. “I’ve barely been treading water, most of my life. So lost, I couldn’t make sense of up from down. When you walked through that bar door, I knew you were capable of guiding my ship to shore or sinking the vessel upon unforgiving waves. I will undoubtedly accept any fate you bestow upon me. Even if I drown, I would still love you from the bottom of the ocean.”
Tears begin to spill over her eyelids, peppering her cheeks with emotions I can only assume are in my favor.
Decisively, I continue with what I’ve been waiting a lifetime to ask. “Will you stay… swim by my side for the rest of our days?”
Cindel looks up and blinks rapidly, appearing to fight back the fresh surge of tears forming. Her mouth becomes tight however her bottom lip quivers. At some point her gaze shifts from the ceiling, back down to me. She shakes her head,no.
My eyes lower to the floor, unable to show her how much this kills me. I feel as though my heart is emulsifying; veiled beneath rejection, just like so many times before. It's likely something I said… I’m terrible with words. That’s why I let my playlist do the talking for me. Cindel’s boots shuffle closer to me. I almost wish this checkered ground would swallow me whole.
She lowers herself onto her knees, lifting my chin, insisting I consider her. What a sight I must be… the bird comforting the beast for exercising its freedom. Her small hands rest on either side of my cheeks, leveling me with a look of discontent.
“You beautiful, ridiculous man… give me a moment to speak.” Her lip no longer trembles, instead her resolute glare keeps me pinned in place. “From the first song you played for me, I was ensnared within your game. What I didn’t anticipate was how much I wanted to be pursued. As time went on and I learned more about my past, somewhere along the way… things changed. I changed.”
My head feels like it’s trapped in a vise, slowly increasing pressure. Not wanting her to see me like this, I attempt to look past her. Cindel must notice my diverted stare as she pulls me closer, trying to refocus my attention. “Despite everything, the one constant that kept me waking up each morning was you. You’ve helped me in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine.”
My neck throbs from the sheer force in my skull. I’m having trouble taking a full breath.
“You should know…” she lets go of my chin and eases back on her heels. “I can’t swim.” What…? Wait. Is that why she said no?
In a flash, I wrap my arms around her. Pulling her into me and squeezing tightly. I didn’t want to let her go, for fear that allof this could possibly be a dream. I push up from my knee, taking her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist. My mouth devours hers. Cindel is the very air I breathe. I wouldn’t be able to go on without her. Before long the fervent kissing transitions to a soft embrace. I dry any traces of salted tears upon her cheeks. Her adorable giggle rings out as I skim down to the nape of her neck, landing on her freckle. I pull back to take in her raw features. Blotches of rosy hues glitter her skin, smeared makeup, and puffy-bruised lips. Fucking perfection.
“You know what this means?” I hint.
