Trust Me (23 page)

“What’s vanilla?” Creighton chuckled.

“It’s a term used in BDSM that refers to plane sex, expressed only through bodies, no toys, no abuse, no external involvement.”

“So you can’t be satisfied unless you’re doing all this stuff?” she was afraid of what he may say in reply to her question. He reached out and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“I enjoyed last night more than I ever thought I would,” he said softly. “I haven’t had a virgin in many years and I have never enjoyed love making as much as I do with you.”

“But can you be happy with uncomplicated vanilla sex?” Creighton leaned into her and kissed her lips briefly.

“Can you?” he asked watching the blush creep up her cheeks. “What’s wrong with bondage? You like it, I like it and the result is pure pleasure. You like the mask, you like the toys; I think you even liked the spanking. If you enjoy it, why not embrace it? Like I said earlier, if more couples would play together, there would be a lot less infidelity.” Sandra was quiet for several moments thinking about all of this as he sighed and sat up next to her.

“Okay, so tell me what you liked most about last night? What did you enjoy?” She blushed again.

“I liked the touching,” she answered.

“And the eating?” She frowned. “When I went down on you…when I ate you? Ever hear of cunnilingus?” She shook her head and frowned. Creighton smiled, took her glass and placed it with his on the side table before rolling her to her back. He ran his hands up the legs of her jeans, quickly unfastening them and pulling them off, discarding them to the floor. With a wicked grin, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside to fall on top of her pants. He sat between her legs, running his hand up the inside of her thighs, watching the soft shudder that ran across her body as he bent forward and kissed her soft curls. She gasped when his tongue began to trace the inner lining of her labia, finding and sucking on her clitoris. He knew exactly where to touch her and how to excite her and she moaned, feeling the tingle of arousal. His tongue burned a path of moist heat inside her lips while his fingers slipped into her wet vagina, pressing and rubbing against the front wall. Just when she thought she would go crazy with desire, he stopped and looked up at her, sitting back on his heels.

“Understand now?” he asked. “Eating.” She blushed scarlet and hid her eyes behind her hands.

“Don’t hide from me,” he insisted, reaching up and pulling her hands away from her face, kissing her mouth softly. “I’ll put the blindfold back on you in a few minutes if you want, but right now we need to figure out what you like and don’t like. I don’t want you getting frustrated or angry when I’m making love to you.” He stretched back out beside her and traced her erect nipples through her thin blouse with his long finger before continuing.

“Tell me what else you enjoyed? What toys were your favorites?”

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. “I was blindfolded and don’t know which ones you used.” He leaned across her and nuzzled her neck.

“Alright, tell me what you didn’t like and I’ll tell you which ones we used. I won’t do anything you don’t want to, but I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you liked.” Sandra thought for a few minutes and turned around to look at him.

“Tell me what you used, in the order you used them and I’ll tell you if I liked it.” He sighed, reaching into the case and pulled out the handcuffs.

“These?” he asked and she smiled.

“I liked those…I mean they were alright and the blindfold wasn’t so bad. I didn’t realize how many other senses I could use at one time until I couldn’t see what was happening.”

“That’s the whole purposed of the restraints. Take away resistance and you have no choice but to explore new feelings and sensations. So we will keep them. You remember these,” he said picking up the gold and diamond clamps.

“Are those really diamonds?” she asked suspiciously.

“Yes. Each one is about two karats total. Did you like using them?”

“Yes, at first. But they really started to hurt after a few minutes.”

“You need to have your nipples conditioned in order to endure longer periods of use. I left them on far too long for your first time and I’m sorry. Do you want to keep these in the kit?” She nodded.

“And this,” she said shyly, picking up the purple finger splint.

 “How about the crop?” he asked holding up the leather riding crop. Sandra blushed and nodded, causing him to chuckle again. He held up the long slender white tube with the curved, tapered end.

“What is that for?” she frowned. He gently slid it down her to curls and turned it on. She immediately recognized the buzzing sensation, blushing magenta. Again she nodded and gasped as he slid it easily inside her, playfully thrusting it in and out until she was panting. But like before, he stopped as she teetered on the edge of release and turned it off, sitting it next to her on the bed.

“Okay, what about these?” he asked holding up the dark red anal beads and the leather hand.

“I don’t really like pain, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” He set them aside with the growing pile of toys; she was both amazed and embarrassed that he had used so many
toys
on her and that she enjoyed all of them so far.

“Why is there a little bunny on this?” she asked, picking up the blue tube, trying to distract the thoughts filtering through her mind. He took it from her hand and pulled two large pillows from the top of the bed.

“Sit up,” he ordered and tucked the pillows behind her so she was reclining. He moved between her legs, lifting them into a bent position at the knee and began running the object along the junction between them. Sandra closed her eyes and laid her head back when he turned the switch on, feeling the soft vibration.

“You need to watch this,” he ordered her, turning off the toy until she opened her eyes, looking down at what he was doing. She watched with a deep reddening to her cheeks.

“You wanted to know what the bunny does, so watch what I do.” He slowly inserted the tube into her moist vagina and turned it back on, twisting it and thrusting it slowly in and out of her until she began to moan. Just as she thought she knew what he was going to do, he opened the lips of her labia, moving the bunny toward her clitoris, positioning the ears on either side of it. She gasped at the sensation and moaned deep as the intense feeling began to rise between her legs.

“Do you want to come?” he asked and she nodded shyly. “Say it, I want to hear you say the words.”

“I can’t,” she said softly.

“Then I’ll stop,” he threatened and switched the device off, causing her to groan with frustration. “Say it and I’ll turn it back on.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Say it, Sandra; I want to hear the words. I can’t please you unless I know what you want me to do.”

“Creighton, please,” she begged, tears springing to her eye.

“Don’t hide your desires from me, I need to hear it. Just say the words, my love,” he insisted, leaning into her and kissing her lips tenderly, tracing the outline with his tongue, his teeth capturing her lower lip, tugging gently on it until she moaned again. “Say it, Sandra, tell me what you want,” he said against her mouth in a hushed whisper.

“Please,” she begged in a strangled whisper. “Make me come.” She found the words much easier to say than she had thought as the heat of them burned within her as he smiled against her lips and switched the tube back on. She moaned almost immediately, feeling the deep primal need turn from a simmer to a slow boil.

Creighton moved the tube in and out of her slowly, but just a little so he could keep the bunny tilted against her clitoris, allowing her to feel the tingling against the sensitive bud. His lips returned to her mouth, forcing her to concentrate on his tongue rather than what he was doing between her legs and within a few moments the searing heat of her orgasm erupted against the vibration. She moaned deep against his lips, feeling his hand wrap around her wrist, moving them her to the vibrating device. He pressed her fingers into the plastic shaft, holding her hand around it, moving the blue object in and out of her, faster and faster until she pulled her mouth away from his and cried out her deep response.

The tube stopped it’s tantalizing humming and was removed from her wet, pulsating body, as the hard, warm tip of his penis pressed against her, his hands lifting her hips, tilting her slightly upward as he drove the hard shaft of his erect penis into her, picking up where the tube had just been. She had no idea how or when he removed his pants and frankly she didn’t much care as his thrusts grew deep and quick and she gasped at the size of him, feeling his heat mounting inside her again. She leaned her head back and felt him go in further, hitting against her cervix and she cried out, her climax bringing his in an instant as he joined her in the splendor of the heated sensation.

Creighton fell down against her chest a few moments later; their breathing matched in panted unison while they slowly regained their composure, his hands massaging the delicate flesh of her bottom in his hands. He slowly pulled out of her, pressing her against the stack of pillows and turned his head to her delicate breast, nipping it with his teeth through her blouse.

“You are amazing,” he whispered as his lips left her breast and traveled up to her ear. “What happened to my common sense?”

“Did you have any to begin with?” she teased, listening to his seductive, deep chuckle.

“Definitely not where you are concerned. I’m sorry….again, I didn’t think.”

“You didn’t use a condom did you?” she asked, her voice less than scolding, more relaxed and accepting of what had happened.

“I am so sorry,” he said, leaning back to sit on his knees. “I don’t know why I can’t remember to use them with you.”

“I’m beginning to think you don’t care if I get pregnant or not.” He smiled at her, sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs to her stomach, resting there for a moment before moving up her torso, under her shirt and across her bra to her breasts.

“Would it bother you so much if you did get pregnant?” She frowned slightly thinking about it. “I will try and remember them in the future,” he said mistaking her silence as anger. She smiled softly at him, her hands reaching out and resting on top of his.

“I haven’t known you but a few days and yet I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” she told him. “I have always believed that things happen for a reason. If I do become pregnant, then it’s meant to be. I’ve known couples who have tried for years to get pregnant and never did, so there’s no promise that it will happen to me.”

“And if it does? Will you tell me?” She smiled at him, rising from the pillow to face him.

“You will be the first to know.”

“You will have to marry me then,” he whispered as his breath caressed her mouth.

“And if I chose to raise our child without you?” she asked with a teasing grin. He narrowed his eyes.

“I’ll put you over my knee and it won’t be for pleasure.” He pressed his lips against her hard, almost punishing, but she didn’t care. She returned his touch with as much force as she received causing her heart to jump inside her chest. Having his baby would be wonderful, being married to him and having this type of love everyday would be a fantasy come true, but would it last or was it just a dream? Would she ever be able to convince herself that she deserved this? Would she ever be enough for a man as wild and untamed as his was?

The room was dark; the bed sheets cool as Sandra rolled over, finding and cuddling the empty pillow beside her. She reluctantly sat up, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. The red letters were dim but read two forty-one. She frowned slightly, looking around the darkness. Somehow, the sensation of not having Creighton next to her had filtered into her dreams and she knew his absence had woken her even before she felt the emptiness beside her. It was as though some unknown force linked them; a tie that bound them together as tightly as his cuffs had held her to his bed.

Sandra looked around at the shadows of furniture to the light that shone softly beneath the door adjoining the bedroom to his office. She slipped out of bed, pulled on the thick blue robe he gave her after they cleaned up from their last love making session and softly padded across the floor. She stood outside the room listening to the soft voice behind the door and knew he was speaking Italian. Nobody was talking back, so she was certain he was on the phone and felt guilty for attempting to intrude, but she could hear the exasperated sigh and then silence.

Carefully, Sandra pushed the door open as to avoid disturbing his conversation, seeing him sitting in his large leather chair, head back and eyes closed. He wore only a pair of jeans, no shirt to hide his handsome torso; his hair was tossed as though he had been running his hands through it. A laptop computer set open on the elegant desktop along with a half full glass of amber colored liquid. Creighton glanced up as the door opened and smiled at the woman standing in the shadows.

“Did I wake you?” he asked her softly as she walked into the room.

“No,” she assured him and shut the computer screen before pushing it aside. “Am I disturbing you?”

“Not at all; I was trying to catch up on some work.”