Trust Me II (49 page)

“Raise your han
ds above your head,” he ordered, smiling as she obeyed without hesitation. “I’m going to restrain you a bit differently. I don’t want you to be able to lower your arms.” He crossed her arms beneath her head at the elbows then slipped the sash around them, tightening it snugly so her head was resting on them like a pillow. Once he was secure with his talent of tying knots, he moved to her waist, one hand caressing her breasts and ribs while he lifted the belt from under the table with the other, buckling it across her upper abdomen.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Trust me,” he told her, moving to her legs. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs as he pushed the end of the table apart and fastened the hinge so they were wide, exposing her open labia and swollen clitoris to his eager gaze. He took the powder and strips of cloth from the bag and walked back to her side, setting the warm container on her sternum.

“What the hell?” she
snapped; her eyes wide as she realized what he was going to do.

“Relax. You’ve done this before and I want you smooth
again. If you continue like this, my initials will have a beard by the end of the week.”

“You sneaky son of a –“

“No, no, don’t be rude. This will be quick and you will be rewarded greatly; not just for letting me enjoy doing this to you, but for all you have endured today. I promise my love, you will enjoy what I have in mind for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t think I will forgive you for this,” she snarled, trying to wiggle but
found she couldn’t lower her arms because of the way they were tethered; her legs spread so far apart she couldn’t move them and the belt around her waist holding her tight to the table.

“Yes you will and for a few moments of incredible, erotic pain, I will make you come
so hard your head will spin.” Creighton was spreading the wax on her cleansed and powdered underarms as he spoke to her, smoothing the cloth across the sticky goo then smiling wickedly as he ripped it off in one fluid motion. Sandra screamed, but he didn’t stop and his smile increased. There was something about this entire situation that had him throbbing against the restraints of his pants. He knew he had a tendency to be sadistic, but nothing he had ever done before compared to how he felt at this particular moment.

He finished her underarms
in a few brief minutes and smiled as she panted on the table, her breasts rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. He bent over and licked the hard nipples of the breast closest to him before suckling it into his hot mouth. His tongue bathed and caressed the tender flesh until she moaned and he knew he had won her over to the dark side. He slowly kissed his way down to where his initials lay etched on her flawless body, his tongue tracing the stubble across the letters.

Creighton s
et the wax back in the bowl of water and walked over to the bag next to the bed. He took out the string of dark red beads and the warming gel and stepped back to where she lay watching him. He glanced up into her face and smiled at the anticipation and eagerness that shined in her eyes.

Taking her legs, he helped her raise them high in the air
, holding them there with one hand as he dribbled the cool gel into his hand and rubbed it carefully across just her anus, so it wouldn’t interfere with the wax. He caressed her anus until she moaned, the feeling of the heat began to build and Sandra closed her eyes to the sensations as his middle finger inserted into her tight body. He chuckled as she tried to lift her hips then took the beads and slowly began to insert them, one at a time. The feeling was erotic as her rectum accepted the foreign objects and she moaned when he pressed the final one in, then withdrew it and reinserted it.

“This should help you relax,” he told her through a deep, husky tone. He laid her legs back on the boards and
leaned in; kissing his initials before slipping is tongue between her open labia, teasing and nipping at her swollen clitoris. The actions were brief but left her wanting more as began to powder her pelvic region. She was amazed at the full feeling in her rectum and found herself able to tighten her muscles around the beads, feeling the need between her legs began to grow.

“
Don’t get too wet,” he told her, gently slapping her across her throbbing clitoris and smiling wickedly. “We don’t want to have to repeat this because your juices interfere with the process.” He spread the hot wax across her legs in small sections then held his breath as he rubbed the cloth across it. He wasn’t sure who was getting more aroused, her or him.

Ten minutes passed by as he ripped the hair
off her body with one single jerk after another. Sandra tightened her bottom each time he did this and felt the beads jerk inside her until she was sure she would come with the next stripping he did.

“Not yet,” he told her. “Fight the urge until I say. Once I’m done, I’ll help you come and I’ll be more than happy to encourage a deep release, but I want you writhing with need as I finish this.”
Creighton continued for a few more moments, then loosed her restraints and helped her turn over. He piled several pillows beneath her tummy and breasts to cushion her from the leather; before he lifted her bottom in the air just enough so he could wax the back side of her legs.

One stripping after another and she found her desire growing unbearable, her head beginning to spin and the moisture building between her legs.
When he moved her legs higher beneath her the beads jerked and she moaned, certain she would be unable to fight it much longer.

“I’m going to let you come this time,” he assured her and she heard him rummaging through the bag
on the bed. A moment later and the soft humming and cool sensation of the glass vibrator slid into her and she growled. He quickly dusted her bottom and applied the hot wax, and when he smoothed the cloth across her, she felt the damn begin to break, but when he ripped it off, it sent her over the edge as the flood gates burst open.

Sandra clung to the bar beneath the
table and cried out to him, feeling the vibrator thrust in and out of her as the speed increased. It was the most incredible mixture of sensations she had ever felt; pleasure and pain, nerve endings throbbing and tingling, her stomach clenching and her bottom aching, yet she wanted more. Biting the pillow beneath her chest, she tightened her rectum around the beads, her vaginal muscles encompassing and embracing the glass cylinder as her release deepened.

Creighton reached up and jerked the beads from her body
quickly, chuckling under his breath as she cried out again. In the span of two seconds, he had moved her to stand on the floor in front of him, her chest still against the table as he slipped on the condom and moved easily inside her, replacing the beads with his hard, quivering penis. Sandra cried out in surprise, and then growled a savage sound as he began to thrust into her.

“Oh my God, yes!” she
gasped and he smiled, slapping her bottom with his hand. He lifted her bottom slightly to take him further inside her; her bottom grinding against him, the vibrator caressing her vaginal walls as his erection filled her from behind. Less than ten seconds later and she felt it again, the mind blowing dizziness that left her clinging to the table, crying out to him as her muscles tightened around the objects in both parts of her loins.

Creighton stiffened behind her, his hard penis throbbing inside her as he clung
to her hips, growling his release. He slapped her bottom once, twice and then a third time, allowing her release to deepen to a height that seemed to split her world in two. The act left her panting and gasping for air as he fell against her, pressing her breasts into the pillow beneath her.

“You are incredible,” he
growled a moment later, kissing her shoulders as he slowly came down, his breath a little more than a deep pant.

“I want more,” she
ordered, surprising even herself. Creighton laughed quietly, pulling out of her with a very slow movement.

“Any pain?” he asked her, turning her in his arms. She shook her head and smiled. “Then back on the table. I’ll be right back.”
Sandra smiled, climbing back on the table as he went to the bathroom to dispose himself of the rubber sheath.

She sat in the middle of the table and for the first real time,
really looked at it. The leather cover was actually very soft in a dark rich chocolate color and beneath it was a thick layer of foam or perhaps some kind of batting, but it was comfortable regardless. The wood was dark and highly polished and the belt that had held her down was a wide strip of tanned cow hide. The smell echoed the newness and she smiled; she was actually excited to see what else her husband had in store for the table.

Creighton returned a few minutes later and smiled as he watched her sit
up on the leather a little straighter. He walked to the bedside table and took the glasses, carrying them over to her and handed her one, watching as she took a drink.

“You are beautiful, do you know that?” he asked, taking the cup
when she handed it to him and setting it on the nearby dresser. “I could just watch you all day and never grow tired.”

“And you still insist you’re not a romantic?” she teased him.

“Nope, just a pervert who is passionately in love with his wife; now, let’s discuss your condition and what I want to do to you.”

“
You didn’t hurt me, or the baby. We feel fine.”

“Good. But you have to promise you’ll tell me the second you feel any discomfort.”

“I promise, I promise,” she said in an exasperated tone. “I’ve already told you, I would let you know if it hurts.”

“Then let’s play a bit longer before we eat.”

“What did you have in mind?” she asked with a smile.

“You have been silently begging me to spank you, but I’ve rejected the idea until now. If I do this, you have to promise to tell me if you feel anything outside of the pain on your
arse.”

“I promise.” Sandra
sighed, rolling her eyes. “Will you quite bugging me about it?”

“I’m sorry, I just worry about you.”

“Well, stop. Everything is fine and I promise I’ll take out an ad in the paper tomorrow promising that if anything hurts I’ll tell you.”

“Sandra, bear with me,” he said gently, walking to her side and caressing her cheek. “This is new to me; I know my limits but I have yet to find yours and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to our baby because of my overly active libido.”

“Nothing is going to happen. Now are you get on with this or are we finished?” Sandra set her hands on her hips as she sat a bit straighter, staring at the man. Creighton smiled and walked to the end of the table, drawing a deep breath as he looked back into her green eyes.

“Come down here,” he told her and helped her
to her feet, only to turn her around. They stood between the spread legs of the table, his arms around her waist, his lips caressing her neck as his hands gently massaged her swollen breasts.

“We’re going to make use of this table for a while longer,” he whispered. “
I want you to blush scarlet whenever you think of leather again.” He slowly slid his hands down her body as he spoke to her, until he found the small bulge of her stomach and smiled.

“Are you feeling up to this?” he asked and smiled wider when she nodded
, unwilling to start another argument. “Then I want you to lie down and grip the bar beneath the table.” She turned around as he helped her up to the table again, smiling as her breasts came eye-level with him.

Creighton drew a deep breath
, slowly massaging her tender breasts. He knew they hurt; she had grown nearly a full cup size since they went to Kansas and as much as he enjoyed them, he knew they were painful for her. He looked up into her eyes and held her gaze as he leaned into, kissing her gently. His tongue caressed the outline of her lips before slipping between them to tease and play with the tip of her tongue. The touch was soft and endearing and he felt the rekindled passion travel down into his loins.

“Lay down on your tummy,” he ordered against her lips. “I’m going to give you want you’ve been wanting.”

“With the beads?” she asked in a husky whisper.

“With the glass beads,” he told her and watched as he eyes widened. She fought the smile from creeping to her lips but he knew what she wanted. He adjusted the pillows so she was laying comfortably on the table, her bottom in the air
across two pillows so he could massage the warming gel into her soft, hairless skin.

“Remember to tell me if it’s too much,” he told her and walked to the bag on the bed
, removing the golf ball sized string of beads. He poured a small amount of gel onto the glass orbs and massaged them to make them slippery, feeling the heat against his palm. With a wicked smile, he slowly began to press them against her anus. There was still enough gel from their last encounter for them to slip in slowly. His smile grew as her bottom accepted the size of the objects one by one, making her moan in anticipation and desire. He had known a lot of women in his time; probably more than his fair share, but there was something incredibly irresistible about this one. Not only did he love her heart, her soul and her mind, but her body was worthy of worship. Still, even after all he had done to her and for her; she held an innocence that made him crave her all the more.