I Know What You Read (11 page)

It wasn’t painful—it was actually thrilling as the sensation jolted through her.  “Do I know you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he breathed against her ear.

“Well?”

“Yes,” he repeated.

“Then let me see who you are.  I—”

Her sentence was stopped as his mouth crushed hers.  She wanted to resist, she wanted to fight, but there was something about this man that canceled out her logic and reason.  Within seconds she was responding to his passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting inside her, claiming her mouth for his own.

His hand was direct this time as he allowed his hot palm to cover the crotch of her jeans, his fingers pressing and rubbing perfectly against her eager body.

“I don’t want to do this,” she whimpered weakly.

“Liar,” he responded.

“I—I mean it,” she stuttered.

“We’ll see,” he said and then drew back.

She heard him walking away, but she wasn’t positive where he went.  She listened intently, hoping he wasn’t merely feet away.  She was going to get this damned blindfold off!  She rolled to her side and then sat up and brought her knees underneath her.  This wasn’t nearly as easy as she’d hoped it would be.  She tilted her wrists away from each other, allowing her fingers to meet as if she was about to lace them together.  She wiggled her ass between her now bowed arms and, after straining against the handcuffs, she slipped her arms over her ass and behind her thighs. 

Had she been in anything other than snug jeans this might have been faster, but as it was she was struggling to find away to pull her legs through.  She heard a noise, a strange thick sound of fabric rustling down the hallway.  Damn it!  He was on his way back! 

Evidently, he had disappeared to her bedroom.  She needed to hurry if she was going to get her hands on that damn blindfold!  She raised her right elbow high, giving all the leeway her left could stretch as she pulled her right knee and foot through the opening.  She could tell he was almost back to where she was as she followed suit with her left leg and grabbed for her mask.

She was pulling it up when she heard the rush behind her.  The next thing she knew, they were tumbling and rolling across the floor.

“No!” she yelled, “I want to see you!  I want to know who you are!” She was fighting him for all she was worth, but he was holding her so tightly that she couldn’t turn to look at his face.  The only glimpse she was able to take before he pulled the mask securely back over her eyes was of a beautiful pair of tan, muscled arms—tattoo free.

They were still struggling against each other, but it was obvious she was turning him on.  He had her on her back now, his body positioned between her flailing legs, his groin thrusting against her pubic mound.  He pulled her arms above her head, as his face buried into her neck and hair, kissing, suckling and biting her neck.  His breath was like fire on her skin; pure sexual heat and need was as obvious as if it was pouring out of him.  His mouth moved lower; his lips found her rock hard nipple under the fabric.

It wasn’t her intention to moan, but (even as scared and frustrated as she was) she was getting into his daring game of domination.

“Did you see me?” he said, pausing over her breast.

He’d almost said it loud enough for her to guess, but not quite.

“Yes,” she lied.

“Who am I?” he asked, once again at a whispered level.

“You—you’re an asshole!” she snapped.

He gave a familiar laugh then began unbuttoning her blouse.

“No!” she attempted to push him away with her cuffed hands.  He grabbed her hands and pulled them forward until she touched denim.  Suddenly, she realized what she was touching; it was his erection under his jeans.  She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Feel it!” he growled out.  “I want you.”

He was gloriously stiff and breathtakingly long.  She could feel her panties moistening as she considered him sliding his hardened shaft inside her wet and needy entrance.

“Say no now,” he moaned as he guided her face against his hard-on, “And I leave forever.”

Forever?  She didn’t want him to leave; she just wanted to know who it was who was turning on her body when every sensible thought in her mind told her to refuse him.  She hesitated, but in that moment she heard a zipper, the sound of clothing being pulled down, and a sweet, clean, yet undeniable male scent filled her nostrils.

Scorching smooth skin rubbed against her cheek—he was bare and his cock was in her face. 

“Suck it.”

Jade’s limited sexual escapades in life had been tame.  She thought maintaining a lady-like demeanor even in the bedroom was how she was supposed to act.  Yes, she’d had a man ask, but she said no.  Now she was with a stranger and he wasn’t asking.

“Suck it,” he repeated brushing the head against her lips.

Timidly, she allowed her lips to part, but she pulled back when something wet touched her bottom lip.

“Taste.”

She slowly let the tip of her tongue run through the slick fluid; it was salty but she liked it.  She sucked her lip into her mouth and cleaned off what he’d left.

“Have you sucked off a man before, Jade?”

Oh, the way he said her name—she was so close!

“No.”

He moaned deeply.  “Suck me,” he said in a throaty tone, bringing the head of his penis back to her lips.  “Open your mouth.”

She parted her lips again as he rubbed his cock against her mouth.

“Wider,” he instructed.

She knew she could bite him and this would all end, but then again she could have simply told him no and he promised to leave forever.  She opened her mouth as he filled the space with his instrument of pleasure.  She felt his hands on the back of her head; he wasn’t forcing her, but more so encouraging her to try to take him deeper.  She pushed him to the back of her mouth and tried to swallow when his head touched her tonsils.

“God yes,” he breathed.  His hand went inside her blouse and under her bra to find and gently twist her nipple.

The sensation shot straight between her legs.  She put more power into her suction, but to her utter surprise he was withdrawing from her mouth.  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

He wasn’t saying anything, but he returned to unbuttoning her top; this time she lifted her arms up and out of the way so he could finish the job.  The shirt was opened and he immediately unclasped her bra, cupping and rolling both nipples at once.  She cried out and then laced her cuffed arms over his head, drawing him against her body.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he continued.

She’d completely forgotten about listening to his voice, “Yes,” she replied.

“Say it.”

“Make love to me.”

“No—say it dirty.”

She finally understood, “Fuck me,” she whispered.

His hand traveled to the clasp on her jeans, he tore it loose and unzipped it, thrusting his hand under the fabric and directly into her aching, wet mound. 

“Fuck me,” she cried out, this time her body on the edge of orgasm.

“Be good,” he whispered.

“Yes, yes…I’ll be good,” she agreed, although she didn’t fully understand what he meant.  He slipped his hand out from under her panties, and the next thing she heard was the sound of keys—he was unlocking the cuffs!  She wanted to tear off the mask, but she told him she would be good.  Surely, he would tell her who he was before things went much farther.

He pushed her blouse off one shoulder and then the other, letting it drop. 

She pulled the bra off herself.

He gripped her arms and tipped her forward, placing her gently chest-down on the carpet, she wasn’t sure why at first until she felt the cuffs again.

“No, I’ll be good,” she whimpered.

“Be patient.”

She heard him moving away from her and once again a sound of fabric.  Her best guess was something large like one of the comforters out of her closet or off of her bed.  There were more noises, strange noises that she didn’t recognize, but it sounded as if he was tying something.

When he returned, he was silent as he pulled her jeans and panties off.  She was now completely naked with her mystery man.  He lifted her off the floor with almost no effort and started walking, but he wasn’t going the direction she expected.  She was sure he would carry her to the bedroom, but instead they were heading to her kitchen.  When he turned to his left, she knew they were in the dining room.  She was sure he was setting her down on the edge of the dining table, but there was a comforter under her.

He unlocked the handcuffs and instructed her to lie down. 

As soon as she complied, she felt something soft and wide wrap around one wrist.  She immediately pulled against it only to discover she couldn’t move her arm very far.  He was tying her down, again!

She started to struggle, trying to reach the mask with her free hand, but he prevented her.

“You promised,” he reminded her.

“I promised to be good because I thought you were going to untie me!” she snapped.  “I don’t like being tied!”

“Yes you do,” he said with a mischievous laugh then he grabbed her knees and tried to part them.

She felt vulnerable enough without spreading her legs…on the damn table!  She resisted until he grabbed her nipple and began rolling it in his fingers.  She parted her legs slightly, hoping his other hand would dip inside her.

“Open your legs,” he ordered.

She parted them a tiny bit more.

“Wide.  Show me your pussy.”

She had the distinct feeling of being on the table in the gynecologist office—he always had to tell her to part her legs wider, too.  She moved them a few more inches.

Her ass wasn’t too far from the edge of the table; with her knees bent and legs parted, she wasn’t uncomfortable, just vulnerable.  She felt him wrap a strap around her right ankle.  He forced her to spread them wider as he strapped her other ankle.  Closing her legs at this point would be impossible.

His warm palms slid from her knees to the inside of her thighs, massaging and relaxing her.  Then his hands went around the outside of her thighs near her buttocks and made their way around to her abs.  She felt his muscled biceps around the outside of her thighs—and then she felt it—his head was directly between her legs and she could feel his breath as he spoke.

“Time for a taste.”

Before she could get the word ‘no’ out of her mouth, she felt his tongue driving inside her.  She didn’t mean to cry out so loudly, but she couldn’t help it.  Yes, she’d been eaten before, but she’d always stopped her lover before orgasm.  Once again, it was part of how she thought bedroom behavior was supposed to happen.  Now she was lying blindfolded and strapped to her dining room table with an unknown man giving her the most exquisite tonguing of her life.  Yes, Julian had been right; when it came to sexual experiences, she was an innocent.  She had a feeling though that after tonight, she wouldn’t be.

“Don’t.  Please,” she cried out, “don’t make me get off this way!  Let me see you.”

“You will come,” he murmured and then began to suck her clit as he allowed the tip of his finger to circle just inside her aching opening.

“No!” she argued, pulling hard against the restraints.  Damn, the sensations were mounting, her heart was beating harder and faster, and she didn’t feel as if she’d be able to take a breath if he kept going.  She was so close; she was too close to care anymore.  She wanted to ride this panicked, hungry, thrilling sensation over the top—and she wanted his tongue to make it all possible.

Suddenly, he stopped.

“No, no, please I’m almost—” she couldn’t say it.

“What?” he taunted her, and then gave a slow, deliberate lick from her perineum upward. “Do you like this?”

“Yes,” she growled, angry that she had to confess her enjoyment.

“Do you like this?” he repeated, but this time he slipped his finger deep inside her.

She inhaled hard.  She was so close!  She could almost feel the muscles trying to spasm.  She only needed him to slide his finger in and out a few times and she’d get off.

“Do you want my dick?”  He pulled her directly to the edge of the table and briefly circled her entrance with the heated end of his cock.

“Yes, yes,” she quickly agreed.

She felt him lean over her, his cock pressing but not entering.  He licked her nipple and then sucked the very tip into his mouth.  He was driving her freaking crazy!  “Fuck me,” she relented, hoping that what he had been waiting for was her to ask dirty.

“No,” he responded and pulled away.

“Asshole!” she snapped.

“That’s next.”

No!  Oh shit!  She’d never ever had anal play.  Only one time did a man even press his dick against her anus; it had been painful and she stopped him immediately.  There was no way she would like this, but how could she stop him?  “I have AIDS,” she blurted.

He laughed.  “Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“From being ass fucked?” he questioned.

“Yes!”

“Then you
can
handled my cock in your ass,” he quietly stated.

“No—I mean, you don’t want to do that with me,” she corrected.

He leaned over and spoke incredibly quiet, “I’ll—wear—a—condom.”

“No, please don’t.  I’m sorry, I lied.  I can’t handle this—I’ve never had
anything
up my ass.”

“I know,” he whispered back.  “I’ll teach you.”

She was whimpering and frightened as she heard him open the top to something.  It sounded like a flip top, but that was all she could tell.  She flinched when she felt his lubed finger begin circling her anus.

“Tell me when,” he whispered and then promptly buried his face into her swollen sex, tonguing, licking, and kissing it.  The sensations were beyond her ability to cope.  She was about to come, but his finger sliding over and gently pressing in the opening of her anus was driving her wild.  She could feel her sphincter muscle loosening under his touch—and it was decadent and incredible.  She was on the edge like she’d never been in her existence—and she wanted more—she
wanted
a new experience.

“Now,” she cried as the first tingle assaulted her clit.  “Yes, yes!” she called out to him as his finger pushed inside her rectum.  It didn’t hurt at all, but what it did was intensify her orgasm ten-fold.  She was trying to draw her arms and legs to cover her body, but she couldn’t.  All she could do was writhe and experience the sensations.  “STOP!” she finally shouted at the end of her ability to stand any more stimulation.  “Pleeease, stop!”