Trust Me (72 page)

He
ran the feathers back down her torso to the spot that had been silently begging for attention, caressing the delicate flesh beneath his initials. Sandra moaned again, her eyes closing to the desire and pleasure while the feathers continued to tickle her, caressing the lips of her labia, moments before the handle was slowly thrust inside her vagina.

“You
are so wet.” He leaned across her, his nose running gently over her labia, his tongue tasting and tickling the nub of her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned as he pulled the handle out, slowly pushing it back in; his tongue licking and teasing, his teeth nipping and biting until she could stand no more and cried out her release. Her orgasm was deep and she struggled against her restraints, finding herself tethered so tightly, she was unable to do more than relent to the torture and allow it to flow through her; her teeth biting hard on the chain in her mouth.

Creighton
stopped his tormented treatment against her trembling body a few heated moments later, removing the duster and placing his large warm hand across her wet labia, pressing gently upwards. He leaned over her and kissed her stomach, his tongue teasing her navel until she found herself relaxing; her heart beat returning to normal, her breathing a soft pant.

“That
was fun,” he whispered, gently caressing her calves with his warm hands; helping her relax.

“What
shall I do to you now?” he asked her with a raised brow. Sandra smiled as she found herself actually excited; anticipating more.

“The
question should be what won’t you do to me?” she asked around the chain, causing Creighton to laugh, holding up the new glass vibrator.

“Perhaps
you should meet your new toys,” he suggested, sliding it between her labia, causing her to gasp against the cool object.

“I
don’t think I want you to play with this just yet. I have something a little different in mind instead.” He reached for the glass beads and smiled at the expression on her face, then very, very slowly inserted each into her vagina, chuckling as she gasped against the cool and smooth objects.

Once
inside, he allowed the round globes to settle before playing with her; his thumb of one hand caressing and teasing the hard nub of her clitoris, his other hand caressing and massaging her lower abdomen; pressing gently against the golf-sized marbles inside her. Sandra moaned; the sensation was incredible and erotic and holding back was near impossible, as she soon discovered; exploding in a deep climatic orgasm, the chain holding her breasts pulled harder making her cry out louder. Creighton wrapped his fingers around the string holding the round globes and quickly tugged them out of her, smiling as she screamed his name. He allowed her to come down from her ride, slowly guiding her back to reality with a warm hand against his initials.

“I’m
going to release you for just a moment,” he said as he unfastening her feet. “I want you to raise your legs high in the air; as high as possible, alright?” Sandra nodded silently, panting and gaping at the tugging sensation on her breasts. Once both feet were loose, she did as ordered and raised her legs up, shocked at how weak they felt; shaking slightly as she lifted them. Creighton very gently pushed her thighs slightly higher, then took the glass beads, slick and warm with her moisture and carefully inserted them inside her rectum, one at a time.

Sandra
gasped; her body reluctantly accepted the first globe; tensing as slight pain radiating into her abdomen. The second one was inserted and she relaxed a little more; by the time the last of the five beads slid inside her, she was nearly panting; the full sensation was deep and erotic and she found her cravings rising again, eager to be fulfilled.

“Now,
slowly lower your legs and I’ll cuff them again. The sensation is going to be deep and a little painful, but you’ll grow accustomed to it and I’ll make it very pleasurable.” Sandra did as he instructed, allowing him to help guide her legs back to the bed, gasping as the beads were thrust deeper inside her as she was stretched out again. There was pain; not horribly, but enough that she held her breath as he restrained her again.

Creighton
took the glass vibrator and switched it on, running it across her wet labia, making her moan softly. He played with her for several long seconds, his fingers opening her lips to allow the tip of the glass tube to press against her swollen, throbbing clitoris. He pressed the tip of the vibrator against her vagina, inserting inside her; twisting it from side to side as he moved it out and back in, again and again; moving it further into her with each deep thrust. The sensation was surreal and Sandra could do no more than accept it; moaning deeply as the tube rubbed against the skin between her vagina and rectum. It took barely sixty seconds of this torture before she relented and once again cried out, this time releasing the chain from between her teeth, allowing her breasts to fall back across her chest. The glass vibrator pushed against her, in and out, over and over until she was certain she would go insane.

At last the vibrator stopped and he removed it out of her, allowing
her to again relax against the mattress; her breathing deep and rough; her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as she slowly came back down.

Sandra
soon realized her feet were loose and she moved them to a bent position; moaning at the sensation of the beads still inside her. She looked up to see Creighton moving up her body from the bottom of the bed; a wicked grin crossing his face when he reached for the chain between the clamps. He placed it between his own teeth and gently tugged on it, smiling as she moaned. He eased his grip, allowing her breasts to relax then lifted it again, this time positioning himself between her legs, slipping the tip of his penis inside her wet opening.

She felt full, her rectum aching; stimulating his movements as he
slowly thrust inside her, tugging the chain a little harder, then relaxed the tension on her breasts and pulled out of her. He moved inside her again, tugging at the chain and once again released the tension when he pulled out. The rhythm continued at a steady pace until she closed her eyes, moaning at the array of sensations. Sandra could feel him growing thicker inside her; his thrusting becoming more urgent until he pulled out of her completely, making her groan with regret, but then he thrust into her again, hard; his teeth grasped the golden chain tighter as she once again found her release; her orgasm instantaneous and she suddenly cried out as he roughly pulled the clamps off her breasts with one quick jerk of the chain; taking her release to a higher level.

Creighton
joined her in her climax, spilling his seed inside her and growling savagely, lifting her by the hips, so he could thrust deeper into her. The heat spread through her and she cried out his name; her hands forming tight fists as they rode the wave of passion together. Several moments passed before his hand slipped between them, finding and wrapping around the string that lay wet against her thigh. He drew a deep breath and tugged them free one at a time, until she relaxed beneath him, panting and gasping for air. Her restraints were released and she was allowed to lie back on the bed as he massaged the flesh of her wrists before collapsing onto the bed beside her.

“So,
do you like your new toys?” he asked her in a husky whisper as she turned to face him; lifting her leg across his hips. Sandra blushed profusely and smiled, nodding silently.

“Then
we keep them in your kit?” She again nodded, as he pulled her into his embrace a little tighter.

“You
never cease to amaze me,” he told her against her ear. “You are definitely a newborn nympho and one that I plan on taking advantage of for many, many long years to come.”

Creighton
retired to the office the next day to finish some work he had been neglecting, while Sandra lounged on the private veranda, sunbathing under the Italian sun. They slept in until nearly nine o’clock, a record for them and then enjoyed a pleasant breakfast of fruit, cream filled
biscotti
and coffee, while reclining on the floor of the living room, listening to soft jazz.

It
had been a memorable vacation and Sandra smiled as she baked in the mid-morning sun. Her grandfather called shortly after ten to say they were on their way to England and Creighton’s mother called to say the plans for the wedding the next day was nearly complete; they would marry at the local church in Northallerton with a reception the day after to be held at the Ashford family farm. What once had been a simple ordeal was now a large reception with very close friends and business associates and neighbors; a necessity according to both Creighton and his father. Creighton had arranged for Sandra’s family from Georgia, Colorado and Florida to be flown over as well as her grandparents and sister.

Michelle
sent a message to Creighton informing him that the media had learned they were getting married sooner than expected, but she could side track them by telling them they were being wed abroad. Wedding presents were arriving at his office along with many telegrams and well wishes from clients, employees and dignitaries. Sandra frowned as she thought about it. It was all very overwhelming, but at least Creighton was running interference for her so she could stand in the background in the protection of his shadow.

Creighton
sat on the edge of the over-sized lounge chair a short time later, stirring Sandra out of her slumber with a gentle caress of her cheek. She smiled up at him and stretched like a lazy housecat on a warm window sill, causing him to chuckle at her expense.

“I
hate to wake you, but I wanted to warn you that you’re under the microscope.” Sandra frowned at the man who glanced across his shoulder to a nearby building. “Reporters are camping out to get a glimpse of us.”

“So
what do we do?” she asked, feeling suddenly exposed and very nervous.

“Act
naturally; just don’t take your top off. I don’t want your beautiful body splattered all over the tabloids come evening.”

“Yeah,
like I would do that,” she snapped sitting up, trying to spy the intruders in the building he indicated, seeing several flashes among the darkened parking garage facing them.

“You
could go topless as much as you like,” he said with a wicked grin. “Just not where anyone else can see you.”

“Deviant,”
she whispered, glancing back to him. Creighton laughed, reaching over and pulling her into his strong embrace.

“They
can’t hear us and I would tell them the same thing, even if they could. This incredible body belongs to me and I am not ashamed of it, any more than you should be.”

“Deviant,”
she said again, this time with a little less conviction. Creighton lifted her chin with his finger.

“You
should know, baby,” he assured her, pressing his mouth to hers in a firm possessing act. Sandra sighed into him, surrendering to his kiss and quickly finding the courage to respond, her tongue teasing him, her teeth biting his bottom lip and she smiled as he gasped and then moaned.

“Now
who is the deviant,” he asked in a husky tone. Sandra laughed at him, lying back on the lounge chair and pulling him down with her.

“I
learned from the best,” she told him; giggling as his lips began covering her face with warm kisses.

“So
tell me, soon-to-be Mrs. Ashford,” he said with a proud smile when he pulled away from her. “Do you want to give the photographers something for their papers, or would you like to go back inside and finish what you’ve started?”

“What
have I started?” she asked, feigning innocence. Creighton narrowed his eyes at her with her silent challenge Sandra screeched, pushed him away and jumped from the lounge, running inside the French doors. He caught up to her beside the bar in a few quick steps, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and pulling her back into his arms, kissing her lips hard and passionate.

Just
as things began to get interesting his phone buzzed, causing him to growl against her mouth. He released her with a great deal of reluctance, pinning her in the corner between the bar’s edge and the wall next to the kitchen door with his long against the door’s frame. He smiled wickedly at her, taking his phone out and pressing the icon for his voicemail.

Sandra
narrowed her eyes at him, but quickly decided to have a little fun. She reached out and slid her hand up the inside of his pant leg, above his naked foot. Creighton gasped; his eyes widened as she continued to play with his calf. She bent over and pressed her lips to the inside seam of his pants that lay across his thigh, moving her mouth higher, kissing his pants before tugging on the seam with her teeth. He growled, bringing her eyes back to his as he pushed the replay on his phone, his eyes narrowing at her.

A
few seconds passed as she continued to play with his leg through his pants before she moved higher and bit the zipper across his growing erection. He shut his phone off, tossing it to the nearby sofa and reached down, capturing her chin in his hand.

“You
make it extremely difficult to use the phone, do you know that?” he asked, lowering his leg and unfastening his pants. Sandra looked at him, batting her eyes innocently.