Story of Us trilogy 01: TouchStone for Play (13 page)

“Don’t come Ayden.” Isn’t this what
Dominants do, withhold orgasms, didn’t I read that somewhere? “Count back from
ten and come on one.”

“Yes, Elizabeth,” he pants, his body
trembling in front of me.

When I take him again, I force the tip to
the back of my throat, so far I can feel my eyes starting to water. He lets out
an aching moan which causes every muscle inside me to tighten and contract.

“Seven, six ...”

By five he’s coming undone.

“Three, two ...”

And he’s calling my name. “Eliz-a-beth!”

One is lost to a ferocious relay of
pulsating muscle and ejaculation. My mouth fills and I swallow unsure of what
other course of action to take.

“Holly fuck Beth!” Is all he can manage.
Clearly Elizabeth has done the dirty deed and left the building. He falls to
his knees, head bowed, wasted.

He raises his eyes to meet mine. “Where
did you learn to do that?”

I explain simply. “The Internet.”

“Then God bless the internet.” He grins,
boyishly. “That’s got to be the best blow job I’ve ...” He stops himself before
finishing the sentence, but the damage has been done. I feel a crushing hurt
forming; it starts in my chest and reaches my eyes. Disgust and anger builds in
the space between us like a seething monster.

“Finish the sentence Ayden. ‘That’s got to
be the best blow job you’ve ever had.’ Have I got it right?”

He looks mortified, and so he should.

I push him away from me and he falls
backwards onto the carpet. I stride into the bathroom and slam the door shut
behind me. Does he have any idea how difficult it was for me to do that?

When he enters the bathroom, I’m cleaning
my teeth. I won’t look at him. If I do I know I’ll cry. He’s turned something
so intimate into a vulgar act and I feel cheap and humiliated.

He approaches me, taking cautious steps.
“Beth ... look at me.”

I won’t. I can’t.

“Beth, I’m so sorry. It was meant to be a
compliment but it came out all wrong.”

He expects me to speak but I continue to
clean my teeth, I’m sure he can guess why.

“Stop!” He takes the toothbrush and throws
it into the sink. “Look at me, while I’m talking to you.”

I wipe the toothpaste from my mouth with
the back of my hand and look directly at him. On witnessing my hurt, he turns
away.

He composes himself. “Look, you can’t
expect the habits of a lifetime to stop overnight.”

I watch and listen but I don’t speak.

“You’ve done your homework, you know my
reputation. I don’t do dates and I’m not Prince fucking Charming. You asked me
what I like to do in my spare time, and I told you. ‘I like fucking beautiful
women.’ That’s because beautiful women like to be fucked by me, any way I
choose.”

“Thanks for the news flash Ayden, and
that’s supposed to make me feel better, how exactly?”

He begins to wrestle with himself and his
right hand finds its way to his neck, he rubs it to ease the tension. “It’s ...
it’s you, you’ve got me hooked. I was a bastard earlier and I’ve been an
insensitive bastard now but it’s because, in my own fucked up way, I care about
you.”

He reaches out for my hand and I offer it
as a lifeline.

“I should be in New York now, I’ve crossed
time zones and haven’t a fucking clue what day or time it is; I’ve cancelled
meetings to be here with you. I don’t do that: business always comes first.” He
strokes my knuckles with his thumb. “Do you seriously think I would ever do
what I just did, like that, with anyone else?”

He hits me right between the eyes with a
wide, sea green stare. “I know it’s the same for you, but you’ve got to give me
some leeway because this is a steep learning curve for me too and I’ll fuck up,
not because I want to, but because I don’t know any better.”

 His strung out expression holds my
attention. As the seething monster leaves the room, it’s only me and this naked
Adonis that remain.

I sniff back tears. “But comparing me to
some bitch who’s had your dick in her mouth was hurtful Ayden.”

“I know baby.” He takes me in his arms. “I
know.” He’s stoking my hair and his naked body is so hot and damp to the touch,
I can feel his odour permeating my clothes.

“I would never compare you to them. No-one
has ever come close to what we have.” He dusts away a tear. “Now this is what
we’re going to do.” He presents my face in front of him and I cannot break
away.

“You’re going to go back to bed, get naked
and I’m going to shower and get rid of ...” He looks to the ceiling, seeking
out the right words. “... the after effects of your spectacular BJ, and then
...” He tips up my chin. With each word he kisses my lips chastely. “I’m going
to make love to you. I’ll do whatever you want me to do to make up for my
indiscretions and you’re going to come so hard you’ll be begging for more by
morning. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Do you understand Beth?” He is waiting
for me to say the words.

I answer with a wide-eyed stare. “Yes
Ayden.”

“Then go.”

I turn in the direction of my bed and he
softly slaps my behind as I leave.

Walking and stripping isn’t something I
normally do, but now it’s all I can think about. In ten seconds flat, I’m in
bed waiting. When I close my eyes all I can hear is the shower and the beating
of my own heart. Anyone who has been in a position like this will know, it’s
the fear of disappointment or failure that affects the performance. My only
consolation is that Ayden cannot fail me. I have so little experience and no
expectations. Whatever he does will have me in orgasmic heaven, I have no doubt
about that. All I have to do is let him get close to me. But that’s easier said
than done.

He makes his entrance, and what an
entrance: tumbling hair the colour of wet tarmac, a low slung towel and a
‘coming to get you’ smile.

Thank you God!

“Are you naked?” He asks casually.

I nod my head, shyly.

“Good.” He throws off his towel in a
single movement and slips between the sheets on the left side of the bed. He’s
next to me and I’m not sure if it’s the look, the hair or the fact that he
smells so good that causes my pulse to race.

“Hi,” he says, brushing away a strand of
hair from my face.

“Hi,” I answer sweetly, touching his nose
with mine.

“Did you miss me?” He bowls me over with a
smile and I’m suddenly bashful. “No? Then I’ll have to do something about
that.”

Gently, he strokes my hot cheek and finds
my mouth with his minty tongue. I can do no more than move to respond. “I want
you Beth, but not like before. I want to do this right. Whatever happened in
your past put it behind you.” His hand takes hold of my hair in a kind of
ragged promise. “You’re safe with me, I won’t hurt you.”

I’m pinned in place by his stare. “I trust
you Ayden.” And it’s true - almost.

“Let me make love to you, try not to fight
me.” He repositions himself and his tongue finds that spot just beneath my ear.

“I’ll try,” I whisper, experiencing the
kind of tingle that makes your toes curl.

“Don’t do anything, let me do this.” He
redirects my words back at me and I smile into his hair, it’s wet and like silk
against my lips. I feel his showered body pressing down on mine for a second
before he sits up and shifts his weight onto his knees. He is straddling me and
finding my hands, locking our fingers together. I’m grateful for the dim light
and catch him exploring my breasts with covetous eyes.

“You’re so beautiful Beth.” He
kisses the tips of my fingers, one after the other and continues along my arms,
crossing over my neck as if it’s a kind of bridge from west to east. It feels
divine.

He continues to explore my body inch by
inch, lingering on my breasts long enough to force my nipples to stand to
attention in response to his gentle sucking and licking. All the time he holds
my hands and I feel bound to him.

When he finds my navel I am so wet and
ready, I want to roll him over and take him inside me, but I control my desires
and give him his wish because, if I’m honest, it’s my wish too.

He looks directly at me and I see
something new, something raw; this isn’t like any look he’s given me before.
He’s fucked beautiful women and they’ve blown him, but this is new to both of
us: this is serious.

“What do you want Beth, tell me.”

I’m breathless, but I still have enough
self-control to speak. “I ... I want to feel your hands on me.”

Without further encouragement, he releases
his fingers from mine and spreads them across my stomach. His hands are
naturally powerful but his touch is soft and patient. With a gentle push, he
opens my thighs and kisses the smooth, damp flesh. I can feel his hot breath on
my crutch, and it makes me arch my back. His fingers stretch over to my most
sensitive of parts and I voice my pleasure but find myself clutching his head,
pulling him away.

‘Stop’ is the word I hear in my head, but
he touches me so delicately I think I will come apart. ‘Enough,’ I say
silently.

Unconsciously, I’m pulling his hands away
and starting to fight him.

“Beth, it’s ok. Look at me.”

I turn my face from the wall and meet his
kind face, there’s a softness there like that of a long-time lover, a forgotten
memory, and it soothes me.

“You’re safe with me.” He releases my
hands and I rest my fingers in his hair: this is a safe place, a place I know.
His hand cups me and I move my body to meet it. When he slides a finger inside
me, I fold in around his exploring hand: we move in unison.

“Good girl, let’s see how sensitive you
are.”

Oh …

“You’re so wet my fingers are all over the
place. Is this normal for you?”

“Normal,” I pant.

“So tight and moist.” He slides in a
second finger and moves them in and out in a slow, rhythmic dance that I rock
and arch to follow.

“I suppose so. “

“You know, I’m so hard for you, I could
slide right inside you and you’d hardly even notice.”

I pant more.  “Oh I’d notice.”

His hot breath brushes against my thighs.
“You’d notice, but it would be so easy.”

“Then do it.”

He’s moving his head very slowly from left
to right. “No not yet, you’re not ready.”

“I though you said I was.”

“Down here you are, but…” He’s climbing my
body like a praying mantis, stopping only to kiss my forehead. “But up here
you’re not.”

“Aren’t you the expert?”

The smile he gives me is simply indecent.
“You have no idea. Close your eyes and relax while I slide into you, ready?”

My head is moving up and down so
enthusiastically he gives me a cheeky smile that only makes me want him more. 
I feel the push of his two fingers into my most private of places and arch my
back to absorb the sensation. The fiery glow in my groin is so strong I grip
his fingers so tight, he flinches.

“Whoa … breath into it … wait for the
spark.”

I’m so saturated, I think I can hear as
well as feel his fingers pushing deeper. I arch my body higher. When his thumb
finds my clitoris, I convulse into him.

“Good, that’s it …”

My senses are so over-stimulated and I
come so hard onto his fingers that he calls out, but his words are drowned out
by my breathless whimpers. The red-hot throbbing of my first orgasm with a man
is unspeakably intense.

He slides his fingers from my vagina in a
single slippery movement and I want to pull him to me, either to thank him or
to hide.  I’m not sure which.

“Fuck Beth, I think I just came on your
sheets.”  He kisses me with a ferocity I have never experienced before, kisses fuelled
by lust and pure desire. “When’s the last time a guy got you off?”

I can only manage a whisper, “There’s
never been a last time.”

He’s shocked. “Never?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Then I think you’ve got some catching up
to do.” He repositions himself; his head is on my stomach, his right hand is
caressing my pubic hair. “Let’s do that again, I want to get to know your
body.”

My body!

If it could speak it would tell him, he’s
made an impressive introduction already! He’s like a teenage boy, full of sexual
fervour and excitement, eager to repeat the process. But surely I haven’t the
energy to do
that
again? When I feel his hands gently opening my thighs
I find the strength from somewhere.

“I want to do this right, tell me what you
want.” I know where this is coming from
. ‘I want to be the best,’
he had
said.

Surely not at everything?

“You’re doing pretty well without any help
from me Ayden,” I gasp, feeling his thumb circling my clitoris.