Struck By Lightning: Slow Satisfaction Part 13

He relented with a chuckle. "Don't you have to do something you've never done for me to do that?"

"Sure." I rubbed him through his slacks, feeling him twitch. "What do you have in mind?"

"Why don't you suck my c.o.c.k while I think about it?"

"Gladly." I undid his belt and fly, then freed that needy flesh. My fingers playing up and down it made him shudder.

I figured I'd give him a long time to think, so I didn't hurry, pulling his b.a.l.l.s out of his underwear and starting there, nibbling and ma.s.saging them with my mouth. From the sound of the small groans coming from him, he wasn't getting much thinking done.

I worked my way up the shaft, licking, making him moan with sideways squeezes of my lips. By the time I reached the tip, there was a generous amount of precome gathered to reward me. I licked it and then worked my tongue all around the head.

When I took him into my mouth at last, he said, "Your mouth!" but couldn't manage a full sentence.

I set to sucking the head and taking as much of him in as I could, slowly bobbing my head up and down.

When he couldn't stand it anymore he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up into a rough kiss. Then, without letting go: "Get on my c.o.c.k now. Now!"

He let go so I could wriggle out of my jeans and underwear and then I straddled him. I was sopping wet and took him in quickly, gasping a little as he widened me. Even though we'd had s.e.x twice in the past three days, he was large enough that he always felt like a tight fit.

We f.u.c.ked like that for a while, his eyes closed with an expression of blissful relief.

He opened them and looked at me, licking his lips. "We need something new, hmm?"

"Yes, James."

"Turn around and suck me again."

He slid down in the seat and we got into a 69 with me on top. It was a little awkward sucking him with his c.o.c.k upside down, and I tried not to sc.r.a.pe my teeth against him. It was also extremely tricky to maintain my concentration when he was licking my a.s.s.

And then, oh G.o.d, pus.h.i.+ng his tongue into my rear hole. Then something long and hard: his finger. I tensed.

"This isn't even my c.o.c.k yet, Karina. Are you sure you can withstand my desire?"

"Hey, even my v.a.g.i.n.a wasn't ready for you the first time and now there's no problem."

"So true. Well, since it worked so well the last time..." He cleared his throat. "I didn't say to stop sucking me, you know."

"You asked a question!"

"And you answered it. Back to it, please."

I took his c.o.c.k into my mouth again, making mock grumbling noises as I did so. I felt him fumbling around with something and realized from the sound that he was sending a text message.

The next thing I knew, I felt the car pull over and come to a stop. His finger invading my a.s.s again distracted me though, until I felt the breeze on my bare, damp flanks. I dared to stop sucking him long enough to see a gloved hand pa.s.sing a small gla.s.s d.i.l.d.o through the open window on James's side.

Stefan must have retrieved it from the trunk at James's text order.

I resumed suckling and Stefan resumed driving, and the next thing I felt was the unforgiving hardness of the gla.s.s rubbing up and down my p.u.s.s.y, getting it good and slick. And then him pus.h.i.+ng it into my rear.

"Now," he said. "Crawl forward and get on my c.o.c.k again."

He kept a hand on the base of the d.i.l.d.o as I did so, and I quickly learned how this diabolical f.u.c.king would work. Every time I rocked forward and back on his c.o.c.k, I f.u.c.ked myself on the gla.s.s c.o.c.k as well.

"Pace yourself, Karina," he said. "No o.r.g.a.s.m for either of us until later. We're near the hotel where we intend to stop for the night."

"Okay. Ah, c.r.a.p! I mean, yes!"

He clucked his tongue. "Did you forget I still have one hand free to spank you with? A summer away from me and you've slid right back to your old habits, despite your training at the society. That'll be twenty licks for forgetting your language."

"Twenty!"

"Forty, for protesting."

He couldn't see how widely I was grinning. I couldn't help it. This was too much fun. "Yes, James."

"Go on. You count. I'll deliver one stroke for each time you thrust yourself back against me."

That meant each time I gave myself the jolt of deep pleasure from driving both his c.o.c.ks into me, it was served alongside the blossom of pain on my b.u.t.t cheeks. And the longer it went on, the hotter and redder they got, and the more it hurt... and yet I wanted more.

I got so lost in wanting that I lost count at some point and didn't even notice I had trailed off. So it was somewhere around a hundred spanks that I whimpered, "I... I'm getting close."

"Thank you for warning me," he said. "Slow down, then. No more spanking, I think you like it too much."

Instead he ran his fingernails over my reddened flesh as I slowed the pace of my rocking to half what it had been.

I don't know how long it went on. I tranced out on the rhythm of our bodies.

The next thing I knew, I felt the car slowing as we went down an off ramp. Shortly after, we came to a stop.

James opened the compartment in the back of the front seat.

I heard something rip open and I thought it was a condom package, but no, it was a handy-wipe. It was cold against my flesh and I yelped as he cleaned my rump and between my legs. Then he toweled me dry but did not remove the d.i.l.d.o from my a.s.s. "Put your clothes back on. We'll finish up once we've checked into the hotel."

I did so carefully, keeping the d.i.l.d.o in place, while he cleaned himself up and put his own clothes back together.

The car moved again as Stefan brought us around to another entrance. I heard the sound of the trunk as he took out our bags.

James opened a bottle of water and took a swig. I realized suddenly how thirsty I was. He handed me the bottle and I gulped it greedily.

"Be sure to thank your mother for the water," he teased. "Granola bar?"

Eight.

We Kissed as Though Nothing Could Fall The hotel was seven or so floors, surrounded by parking lot, the lot surrounded by trees. As I got out of the car, there wasn't much else to see. I could hear a truck's brakes out on the highway. We went up to our room; Stefan was next door.

James pulled me into a kiss once we were alone.

"Are we going to push the envelope?" I asked.

"Definitely," he murmured, gently tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Don't tire me out too much, though," I said, "because I intend to collect my due of information."

"I will make it worth both our whiles. I promise."

James undressed me and tied ropes around my middle and between my legs so that there was a knot keeping the d.i.l.d.o in place. Then he added various other decorative ropes to me, winding around my forearms and ankles and crisscrossing my chest. He blindfolded me and told me to lie down.

I lay there quietly on the bed while he prepared something else, watching the colors zoom behind my eyelids. Being in ropes had a swaddling effect on me, making me feel peaceful even as I antic.i.p.ated whatever might come next.

I heard the door open and shut, then silence. Where had he gone? Or had he just opened and shut it to make me think he went out, while he stood there silently, waiting to see if I peeked under the blindfold? I had no urge to peek. I was content, so very content.

Well, except for being extremely h.o.r.n.y. After all that penetration without an o.r.g.a.s.m, I wanted very much to come. But I could be patient.

The door opened and closed again. "Karina," he said gently. "Move toward me and stand up."

He helped me off the bed.

"Come with me."

He led me by the hand out of the room and into the hallway. I sucked in a breath, thinking about what we had said about pus.h.i.+ng the envelope. Did that include potentially surprising hotel guests with the sight of me, blindfolded and in the nude? Or did he have Stefan secretly blocking the way up? For all I knew he had rented the entire floor but wanted me to think we might be discovered. I found that the thought he might be doing it only to make me think I might be seen aroused and thrilled me as much as the thought I might be seen. The next thing I felt under my bare feet was the transition from the rug to a concrete floor. I could smell laundry detergent. I heard another door open.

"Put your hand on the railing, and go up the stairs."

He followed behind me with a hand on my back, telling me when to turn and guiding me to the second set of stairs. At the top another door opened, and I felt the warm wind from the outside.

We were on the roof. I could hear the sound of an AC unit and the whoosh from the highway beyond the trees.

He bound my arms together behind my back, and I felt a few other ropes tugged and added at my hips, my shoulders. He moved me again, and I felt more tugging.

"Bend over."

I bent at the waist and the sound of the AC unit got louder.

I felt his hands at my hips and then his c.o.c.k nosing between my lips in back. Once he was all the way in, he said, "You're quite secure like this."

"Like what?"

I felt him tugging at the blindfold and then an updraft blew it out of his fingers. I was looking down the side of the building at the parking lot far below. I gasped.

"You won't believe how tight you just squeezed me inside you," he said. "Are you afraid of heights, Karina?"

"I... I don't know. I mean, not usually." I sucked in another breath as he drew his c.o.c.k slowly back and then drove into me again. "But this isn't usual."

"No. I'm going to come in you, Karina. If you can, you may come, too. I suggest you do it quietly, though, as it wouldn't be very good to get caught up here. And it'll take a little time to untie the ropes that are keeping you secure."

"Yes, James."

He grunted with pleasure. "Every time you say the word 'yes,' it's like an extra caress down my c.o.c.k."

Then he stopped talking and concentrated on f.u.c.king me. Each thrust pushed on the gla.s.s d.i.l.d.o, too, and tugged on the rope nearest my c.l.i.t, not touching it but enough to add to the sensation. In other words, each thrust was a pure surge of pleasure to every possible nerve ending. And maybe, just maybe, the adrenaline from my upper body hanging over the edge of the roof helped accelerate everything.

I was coming within a few minutes, which I let him know by whispering the word "yes" over and over. He whispered it back, exultantly, as he came, his c.o.c.k pulsing inside me a few moments later.

He didn't savor the moment long, pulling me upright. "Can you stand?"

"Mmm. Just barely." My legs were quivering from the intensity of the o.r.g.a.s.m, but they hadn't dissolved into jelly. Yet.

He busied himself with the ropes, undid my arms, and slipped a bathrobe onto my shoulders. I looked around. "Where are we? Looks like the middle of nowhere."

"Pretty much," he said. "Seemed a more isolated place to try rooftop s.e.x than, oh, anywhere in Manhattan."

"Did you know this roof was here? I mean... that it was a good spot for this?"

"I did. Stefan and I stopped here on the way to Ohio." He slipped a bunch of loose ropes into a pillowcase and then belted the robe around my waist, which I hadn't bothered to do yet.

"You know, some people might find it presumptuous that you were planning that when you weren't even sure I was going to forgive you."

"You have made me into an optimist, Karina," he said with a smile. "Nothing could stop me from dreaming about you."

"You know what's different about you, James?"

"What, sweetness?"

"You take your dreams, and you make them reality."

"Does that surprise you?"

I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Not in the slightest."

Back in the room we got cleaned up properly, and then, yes, we ate some granola bars. They were the chocolate-covered kind and I ate mine while sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked, my hair still damp. "So I think you owe me a lot after that one."

"Definitely." He licked melted chocolate from his fingers. He had pulled on an unders.h.i.+rt and a pair of shorts. "What would you like to know?"

"When did you first figure out you were into bondage?"

He sat in the desk chair with casual grace. "Early. I had fantasies when I was a boy. Any movie where there was an interrogation scene became fuel for them." His eyes focused on the ceiling. "I don't know why. Perhaps there is no why. I liked the interrogations where there was torture, and I liked the ones where there wasn't... where there was coercion and capitulation. Both turned me on tremendously. Old movies, current movies, gangsters, spies, cops, superheroes. That's probably where all the role playing during s.e.x came from, too."

"Huh. So there's no s.e.x in the scenes?"

"No, not in the Hollywood movies I saw as a kid, anyway. The s.e.xual part was all in my mind." He shrugged. "It's implicit in some of them, like in scenes in comic books where Catwoman has Batman at her mercy. But it's obvious to me Catwoman was created by a kinkster."