Carrot and Coriander (7 page)

“Shall we, Rachel? I’m going to tie you up. And blindfold you. Then you’re going to spread your legs for me, and I’ll do the rest. Do you trust me?”

Rachel’s gaze locked on his, and she nodded, no hesitation now. She did trust him. She’d trusted him yesterday with her little boy, and she trusted him today with her body. He smiled, just the slightest quirk of his lips, before he leaned in to drop a light kiss on her mouth. Then he rolled off the bed and strolled over to the chest of drawers under the window.

“Where do you keep your tights, Rachel?”

“Second drawer down, on the left.”

He didn’t reply, just bent to poke around in the drawer she’d indicated. He turned back to face her, two pairs of tights in his hands, one a pale ecru, and the other opaque black. She knew immediately which was to be pressed into service as a blindfold. Callum strolled casually back to the bed.

“I’m going to leave your camisole on. It’s pretty, and I can see your breasts perfectly well through it. You have the perkiest nipples I’ve seen in a long time, by the way. Will you scream if I squeeze them, I wonder?” He shrugged. “We’ll soon know. Turn around please, and put your hands behind you.”

Long seconds passed as Rachel sat, unmoving. Callum waited, watched her. Prayed silently that she wouldn’t bolt now, not at this stage. Intuitively he recognized the point at which he would have to press her, assert his authority. Just slightly, for now. He lifted one finger, pointed it upwards then swiveled it. The signal was clear, ‘Turn around. Now.” And at last, she did.

Callum tied her wrists at the small of her back, moving quickly to get her in position before she had much more opportunity to think, to intellectualize. No good would come of further discussion right now. He needed to get her feeling, not thinking, and the sooner the better. A couple of rocking orgasms and her doubts would evaporate. He had to get past and around her mental blocks to reach the sensual woman lurking beneath. He fully intended to see that woman writhing and moaning on this bed, within not very many minutes.

“Is that comfortable?” He tested the tightness of the restraint, slipping his fingers under the nylon to make sure her blood flow was not restricted.

Rachel nodded. Satisfied, he reached for the black tights.

“Close your eyes.” Rachel obeyed, and he tied the makeshift blindfold at the back of her head.

“Can you see anything? I want no peeping, now. Promise?”

“I, I promise…” Rachel’s voice was breathy, shaky, he knew she was scared, needing reassurance. Kneeling on the bed behind her, he drew her back into his arms, her slim shoulder blades against his bare chest. He trailed his lips down her neck, from that delicate little spot behind her ear, along her collar bone, then stopped to nibble the point of her shoulder. He rested his hands lightly on her stomach, on top of her camisole, his palms flat, his fingers extended. He circled them on her abdomen, dipping lower to tease and suggest, before changing direction and sliding his right hand swiftly up, under the camisole, to cup her left breast.

She gasped, but offered no protest other than that, so he molded and kneaded the soft, full mound under his hand. He circled the tight nipple with his finger, loving the way it swelled and hardened as he brushed his palm over it. Despite his earlier words, he was infinitely gentle as he stroked, caressed and calmed her—this was not the time for squeezing and screaming. Seconds later that her weight sagged against him as she relaxed in his arms.

He was in no hurry. He repeated the treatment on her other breast, savoring the full softness. He’d not exactly lived like a monk since he’d come out of jail, but there was something strange, fresh and incredibly enticing about Rachel’s breasts in his hands. They were on the small side, but filled his palms perfectly.

At last he was ready to move on. “Lie down, love,” he whispered into her ear. He relaxed his grip to allow her to move into position.

She did, obeying him immediately.
Progress indeed.

“I’ll leave the camisole, like I said. But these, these have to go. Okay?” Kneeling now by her feet, Callum looped the fingers of both hands in the elastic at the top of her briefs and tugged slightly.

She stiffened at his touch, but only just, then lifted her hips helpfully at the right moment. He pulled the briefs past her bottom and drew them down her legs. He smiled at Rachel again as he dropped them on the carpet beside the bed. She lay still, her legs tightly closed. Callum smiled to himself—he’d soon deal with that.

He leaned down to graze her belly button with his lips, and smiled to himself in satisfaction at her jerk. She hadn’t expected that, he knew. She most likely expected him to just instruct her to open her legs, and who knows, she might have obeyed. He rather thought she would. But it was better this way. He continued to drop lazy, chaste little kisses on her tummy. She wriggled, bringing her knees up.

“That tickles.”

“Yeah? What about this?” He put his moth on her abdomen, just at the very top edge of the dark brown hair which arrowed down between her thighs, and blew a noisy raspberry. Her body arched under him, and she squealed. Her knees bent further, though she still kept them tight together. No matter, he slid his left hand quickly under them, and flattened his palm on the back of her thigh. A moment later he was caressing her bottom, sliding his thumb into the cleft between her buttocks.

“Oh. What are you…?” She broke off as he found his target. He slipped the tip of his thumb between the moist lips of her pussy, just briefly, but enough to let her know, in no uncertain terms, he
was
there and this
was
happening. Now. And he wouldn’t be asking her permission anymore. And that it was bloody wonderful.

He quickly replaced his thumb with two fingers, sliding them deep into her slick channel as she visibly relaxed under his ministrations. She threw her head back, her body arching sharply as she let out a long moan. Her thighs parted as any remaining resistance or modesty crumbled in the face of pure lust and the first punch of overwhelming pleasure. He was quick to bring his other hand around the front to home in on her clit. He knew some Doms preferred to make a new sub wait for her first orgasm, but not Callum. He could do orgasm denial when the occasion called for it, but he was also a firm believer in quick wins, and went for it now. He explored her slick, hot pussy questing instinctively for that spot that evoked the greatest shudder, the quick hitch of breath. He found it, and curled his fingers to make sure he hit it every time. He added a third finger, thrusting them deep, loving the heat and the friction as Rachel’s body clenched around his hand.

He took her swollen clit gently between the finger and thumb of his right hand, rolled it, firmed his grip as her increasingly frenzied moans told him she was starting to unravel. He was going for fast, hard and sharp—and he got it. Moments later Rachel’s back arched, her hips thrusting upwards as her orgasm took over. Her entire body was taut, rigid, her cunt clenching wildly around his fingers as she writhed on the bed. Even as her frantic spasming subsided Callum continued to work his fingers relentlessly, thrusting and rubbing, determined to draw every last whisper of sensation from her.

He didn’t stop until she was at last quiet and still again, then he continued to stroke her lazily, circling her clit with the pad of his thumb as he gazed at her, considering his next trick. Her next thrilling installment. She’d had some fun—he wondered now if a little restraint might not be in order. However, one glance at her face, her eyes concealed behind the black blindfold but her lips slack and faintly smiling—a soft, almost surprised expression there, made him reconsider fast. She needed pleasure, at least this first time with him. And plenty of it.

Rolling onto his back, he reached for the small vibrating eggs he’d noticed on the bedside table when he’d first come into the bedroom. He’d spotted the dildo too, but decided to save that for another time, reckoned his cock would have to do just fine today. It twitched inside his jeans, and he decided he needed to be naked. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them off, kicking them to the floor alongside Rachel’s pretty pink briefs.

“What are you doing?” Rachel had probably felt the bed move and shift, and of course she would have known he was no longer touching her. He noticed she made no move to close her legs. That was good. He didn’t answer her, not immediately, and after a few seconds she repeated the question.

“I’m looking. And thinking. Deciding.” She shivered, he saw her body quiver. He was certain she was not cold.

“Deciding? What are you deciding? I thought…” There was a slight catch in her voice, and he was quick to calm her again.

“Shhh. Trust me, love.” And he moved again, this time sliding from the bed to kneel beside it. He reached for Rachel, gently but firmly turning her so she lay at a right angle across the duvet, her widespread thighs right in front of him. With his palms on the backs of her legs just above her knees, he pressed them back to raise her body up slightly and open her wide. He bent his head, drew his tongue the entire length of her cleft.

Rachel screamed.

Callum did it again. And again. She was shaking when he finally lifted his head to survey her bright pink, sleek, moist folds.

“Christ, you’re so beautiful. So wet and hot and tight. Let me feel how tight you are.” He slipped just one long finger into her pussy. Rachel stiffened, arching her body now, lifting her hips. Her breath came in short bursts. It would not take much provocation to bring her hurtling back to orgasm.

“Mmm, you need something nice in here, don’t you. I know just the thing…”

“Please, I need…”

“What do you need? Tell me.”

“I need you to…” Her voice trailed off again. He was aware that at this stage in their relationship he needed to urge her, insist that she put her needs into words. There was no place for coyness between them. He would not stand for that.

“Yes? What do you need me to do to you, Rachel?”

He plunged his finger deep into her once more. It was enough. “I need you to fuck me. Now. Please.”

Callum thought there was a very real chance his balls might just explode if he didn’t get inside her in the next millisecond. Christ, she was hot. Sexy and exciting, and utterly, utterly submissive. He’d seen it from the start, seen the signs as she watched him from the window, brought him cups of tea, offered him soup. And here she was. Living proof, lying bound under him, her legs spread, ready. She was so damned good. And bad. But there was a time for patience, and this was it.

“What a nice idea. And so delicately put. I will. Soon. But first…”

Rachel groaned inwardly as Callum pulled his fingers from her body, using them instead to part her labia. He ran the tip of his right index finger around the entrance to her pussy, not quite penetrating her, but enough to get her attention. And keep it. Rachel was rigid under his hands, her concentration totally fixed on the sensations he was evoking The blindfold had done its work, as he had surely known it would, eliminating all other distractions, forcing her to focus exclusively on what was happening between her thighs, at her core.

Rolling the linked eggs in his free hand to test the weights, he then slid the first one quickly inside her entrance. Rachel gasped, tried to jerk away.

“Keep still.” His tone was firm, authoritative. And effective. Rachel lay still. She quickly realized what he was doing, these were her toys after all, though she’d never considered their insertion could be quite this sensual. She’d used them herself, naturally, once or twice, because she’d read somewhere—
Cosmopolitan
probably—that they did wonders for the pelvic floor muscles.
It’s important to look after your pelvic floor.

Then she stopped thinking entirely as he flicked the small button on the base of the second egg to send vibrations rippling the length of her channel.

“Oh God. Oh God, please.” She was writhing on the bed, her shoulders pulling now against the restraints as she wrestled with the waves of sensation now engulfing her.

“Just Callum will be fine. I’m guessing you like that…?”

“It’s, it’s…please… It’s too much. I need. Stop, I can’t…”

Still kneeling between her legs, Callum reached over, placed his hands on Rachel’s shoulders to hold her still. “Shhh, you’re fine. Just lie still for a second, let your body adjust.”

“No, I can’t…” Her head was thrashing from side to side, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip.

“Are we having a carrot and coriander moment?”

The question brought her frantic movements to a sudden halt. “What? No, I mean, I…”

He laid the pad of his thumb on the tip of her clit, flicked slightly, then rubbed. “And now?”

Rachel lost it. Her second orgasm was on her out of nowhere, she was flying again, spinning weightless and out of control as the eggs continued to tremble against her inner walls, shooting their special magic right to her core, and Callum’s skilled fingers did the rest. And this time, he wasn’t letting up. As the orgasmic eruption ebbed, as she began to drop back into her body, he leaned in and took her swollen, throbbing clit in his mouth. He grazed it with his teeth then sucked. Hard. And he carried on sucking the sensitive bud as she shot off once more into that swirling oblivion she was coming to know so well. Pinned in place, open, defenseless, she was his to control, to work, to play as he liked. And it seemed that he did like. He forced her to crest twice more before he finally took pity, sensed her growing exhaustion, and allowed her to sink back into herself.

Rachel was moaning quietly, the sound one of utter contentment, as he gently, slowly drew the eggs from her body, dropping a kiss on the sensitive hollow where her thigh met her groin. Cupping his palms under her bottom, he murmured to her softly, “Shuffle back, love, farther onto the bed.”

In an obedient haze, Rachel did as he’d asked. He followed her, positioning himself between her thighs. His elbows on the bed, beside her shoulders, he reached behind her head to untie the blindfold. She blinked as he pulled it free, still feeling more than slightly stunned as she gazed up at him. He winked at her. “Welcome back.”