Unlocked (5 page)

His hands shook as he filled the bowl with hot water.
Get
a grip.
He lectured himself, forcing himself to calm down. He couldn’t do
what he’d been dreaming of with shaking hands. Taking a steadying breath, he
picked up the bowl and towels and pushed open the bathroom door.

When he saw her, he almost dropped the bowl. She stood
in the middle of the room in those four-inch heels, the lacy band of her
stockings peeking out from under the cranberry silk of her robe. The robe was
open – she hadn’t belted it – but it covered her breasts, leaving exposed a
strip of creamy skin from her throat to the garter belt she wore. He caught
glimpses of her patch of dark curls below the black lace, and his mouth went
dry.

Her eyes were wide, made larger by her makeup and
tousled curls framed her face. While he watched, she bit her bottom lip and
looked at him with a new found confidence. Who was this gorgeous creature?

“My God, Chrissy. You’re beautiful.” The smile lit up
her face, and she was his wife again, the woman he loved.

He set the bowl and things on the table  and hurried
to spread a towel over the chair, determined not to make a mess of things.

“Jack?” She watched him, her own uncertainty shining
in her eyes.

“I thought we could try something,” he said, proud of
himself when he managed to keep from sounding nervous. “You shaved a little
last week. I thought maybe…” He left the thought drift off and then watched in
pleasure as her expression shifted from shock to anticipation. “Only if you
want to.”

She nodded her agreement, and his cock turned to
steel. The idea of her bare and open to him was a dream come true.

“Sit here.” He guided her to the towel covered chair.
“You can leave the robe on for now, but lift it up.” She did what she was told,
and he had to remind himself to breathe when she lifted the robe to her waist,
exposing her dark curls and the creamy globes of her ass.

She shook a little in her heels as she sat down and he
could tell she was nervous. “Don’t worry, baby. We won’t do anything you don’t
want to.” Recovering some of his bravado, he draped towels over the arms of the
chair. He picked up one stocking clad leg and placed it over the arm of the chair.
She clutched the robe below her breasts, but he watched her eyes grow dark with
hunger and anticipation as he repeated the process with her other leg, exposing
her completely to him.

“Now, I don’t want you to move while I’m working.” He
pulled a length of silk ribbon from his pocket and wound the wide purple band
around her upper thigh, tying her to the arm of the chair. He did the same
thing with her other leg and had the pleasure of seeing her throat move as she
swallowed hard.

He knelt in front of her. With her legs splayed apart
and held fast, he couldn’t resist the glistening lips of her pussy. He traced a
finger through her  delicate folds, careful not to touch her clit. Her breath came
in shallow pants and she slid her hips forward, straining at the silken bonds.
Slowly he slid the tip of one finger inside her and grinned at her answering
moan.

“I hadn’t planned on it, but maybe we should try a
before and after. You know, just so we can both be sure which we really
prefer.”

Christine pressed her hips harder against his hand,
taking his finger deep inside her. “Whatever you say,” she said, her voice
breathless with pleasure.

“Yup definitely.” He pulled his hand away and she
cried out.

Settling himself between her legs, he put one hand on
either side of her pussy and spread her lips even wider. Her clit strained up
and out of her damp folds, and in one smooth movement, he bent and sucked the
tender bud into his mouth. She threw her head back, arched toward him and cried
out his name.

“Oh God, Jack.”

He worked mercilessly at her clit, using his tongue to
flick back and forth while he suckled the bundle of nerves. She bucked and
thrashed against the purple satin ribbons holding her open to him. He refused
to stop even when she whimpered under the assault of his mouth. He drove her
on. When her leg muscles started to tighten, he slid two fingers into her and
latched onto her clit, sucking as hard as he could. She exploded around him,
her hips shaking under his mouth and her cunt clenching rhythmically on his
fingers.

Jack sat back, immensely pleased with himself.
Christine lay limp, her eyes closed and her pussy wet from his mouth and her
own slick heat. God, she was beautiful in her surrender – soft, wet and bound
open for him.

His cock strained painfully in his pants. He had to
have her now while she was pliant and so wet. But there was something he wanted
to do first.

~~~~~

At the sound of the camera, Christine’s eyes flew open.
Jack stood in front of her taking a picture of her with his phone. She
scrambled to try to cover herself but the ribbons kept her from closing her
legs. She settled for pulling the robe down over her pussy.

“Jack! What are you doing?” The idea of him
photographing her, horrified her and excited her. She wasn’t sure which was
stronger.

“Before and after’s, baby.” His grin was playful, and
she relaxed a fraction.

“No more.” Realizing her hands were free, she reached
down and untied the ribbons holding her legs.

“That’s okay.” He helped her unwind the satin bands.
“I’m gonna need you on those beautiful legs for the next part anyway, but I’m
definitely going to need these later.” He set the ribbons on the table and
helped her to her feet. Her climax and being bound had left her unsteady, and
she stumbled a little on her heels. Jack grabbed her and hauled her against
him. His erection pressed into her naked belly. He steadied her with his body
while he kissed her until her knees grew weaker.

“Bend over, baby,” he said, steering her to the bed.
“I have to have you, now.”

His words and the desire behind them thrilled her. She
leaned down, resting her arms on the white duvet. Looking down, she saw Jack’s
pants fall to the floor and heat licked through her belly. It felt so good to
stretch her legs. She rocked back on her heels, brazenly waving her naked ass
at him. Strong hands clasped her hips and with one long hard stroke, he drove
his cock into her. She was still so swollen from his mouth and her climax; his
cock felt huge inside her.

She groaned in pleasure at the fullness and sweet
abrasion. He thrust into her again and again, his touch rough and his pace
relentless. It was exactly what she wanted. She felt him everywhere. His balls
slapped against her pussy and his cock hit a spot deep insides her that started
the heat building again.  Her breast swung and bounced with the rhythm of his
thrusting until he reached around and caught them in his hands. He pinched her
nipples hard and a jolt of pleasure and pain combined, bowing her back and
forcing her hips back to meet his punishing thrusts.

“Fuck, Jack.” She murmured over and over. “So good.
You feel so good.”

His breathing was strained and she could feel him
fighting for control, but he never let up his punishing strokes. He kept going
on and on, taking her higher and higher. When he reached between her legs and
rubbed her aching clit, she exploded around him. Her orgasm unlocked something
deep inside her and she unraveled, losing her precious control. Her legs collapsed
and she sagged against the bed. Only Jack’s arm around her waist kept her
standing while he continued to thrust into her. She spasmed around him, riding
the aftershocks of her climax like waves. Before her tremors subsided
completely, Jack grabbed her hips, sunk his cock as deep into as he could go
and roared with his own release.

They fell together onto the bed, limp, sated, and
tangled together.

~~~~~

“Damn,” he said as she came out of the bathroom. She’d
taken off her shoes, stockings and garter belt, but she still wasn’t quite
comfortable enough to walk around naked so she kept her robe on but left it
unbelted.

Jack was propped against the headboard, and he opened
his arms to take her in. She crawled in next to him, snuggling under the puffy
duvet and pressing her cheek against his chest. His heart thumped rock solid
steady under her ear, and she let her fingers tangle in the wiry hair on his
chest.

“My sentiments exactly. Jack, that was amazing.” She
placed a light kiss on his nipple. “I didn’t know it could be like that.” He
held her tight, squeezing her to him.

“It was new for me, too. And awesome. God, Chrissy
having you lose control under me, knowing it’s me doing it – it’s amazing.” He
bent to kiss her tousled curls. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~~~

He stretched out beside her and watched her sleep.
God, he loved her. She looked so soft, young and vulnerable in sleep, and his
heart swelled. He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to losing everything,
how close they’d been to never finding this incredible, physical pleasure. It
was almost more than he could take, and he reached for her, needing to touch
her but not wanting to wake her.

It was funny. He’d planned this elaborate seduction
for them and almost nothing had gone the way he’d planned it. It had been so
much better. He glanced over at the small wrapped boxes, resting on the
nightstand and decided it was time to get his plans back on track.

~~~~~

The hot, wet, rhythmic tugging on her nipple pulled
her out of sleep. Keeping her eyes closed, she slid her fingers into Jack’s
hair and relished the feeling of his mouth suckling her. He sucked harder,
molding her nipple into a long peak and then released it, blowing gently across
her damp skin.

She felt the firm pinch of something that wasn’t Jack
on the tight pebbled bud and heard a faint tinkling. Her eyes flew open just in
time to watch Jack fastening a tiny clip to her nipple.

“I opened one of your presents.” He smiled at her and
then turned his attention back to the small metal clip. Crystal beads and a
tiny silver bell dangled from the end of what looked like a short lasso. The
clip held onto her nipple which had tightened to a round bead under the pressure.
Jack slid a clasp along the loop, and she gasped as the clip tightened. God, it
felt so good—just on the right side of the line between pleasure and pain—and she
arched, offering herself to him.

“Too tight?”

“No,” she said on a breath.

“Good.” He bent his head and licked the tip of her
bound nipple. She moaned in pleasure and tried to press herself closer to his
mouth. Instead he turned his attention to her other nipple, suckling it deep
into his mouth. She watched, fascinated, as he repeated the process and
fastened a tiny bell clip to her other nipple. He licked the tip and then sat
back to admire his work.

“How does it feel?”

“Good. Tight. Good.” Her words came out as shallow
gasps and he grinned down at her.

“It looks sexy as hell. Here.” He caught her hand.
“There’s something else, but you have to sit up first.”

He helped pull her up to a sitting position and the
bells tinkled as she moved. Her heavy breasts hung down with their decorations
providing a constant delicious tugging. She watched, eyes wide, as he picked up
a length of silver chain off the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” She sat up straighter and every
time she moved, the sound of the bells and pull of the clips made her very
aware of her nipples. It was like having indifferent fingers pinching her and
following her however she moved. The constant awareness of her breasts turned
up the volume of her desire.

“You’re mine. I’m marking you as my slave girl.” His
cheeky grin dared her to contradict him.

She grinned right back at him. Her conservative
engineer husband bought her nipple jewelry to make her some kind of sex slave.
It was crazy, but she didn’t laugh. When he said she was his, heat pooled deep
in her belly. Being his, being forced to please him excited her. She watched as
he fastened the end of the chain to one delicate clip.

“I’m not calling you master.”

He quickly hooked the other end of the chain to the
remaining clip, setting the bells and beads swinging. He gave a gentle tug on
the chain linking her bound nipples and her back bowed.

It was like the clips were attached to her clit
instead of to each other. She moaned and pressed herself toward him. She needed
so much more from him.

“Really?” Amusement danced on his smug face. He was
having fun and she was in heat. “I think before the night is over I can get you
to call me anything I want you to.” He flicked one of the tiny bells with his
finger and watched mesmerized as is swung from the tip of her bound nipple. “They
are supposed to feel even more intense when they come off.”

The confidence in his voice made her squirm, and she
felt her own slick heat between her thighs. She fought to keep from melting
into him. When had he planned all this? Imagining him picking these things out excited
her. He’d obviously thought of her wearing them, and the idea sent another wave
of heat low in her belly.  A sharp rap on the door jolted her out of her
thoughts.

“if you don’t want to give the room service guy a
heart attack or a raging hard on like mine.” He winked at her and pulled the
cover aside so she could see his cock, hard and smooth and straining upward.
“You’d better hide under the covers. Come in,” he called.

Christine heard a key card slide into the lock and she
bolted, scrambling out of the bed and dashing for the bathroom. She’d never
been an exhibitionist, and she didn’t like the idea of anybody but Jack seeing
her like this.

She heard the tinkle of bells, Jack’s low chuckle and
the door to the room open as she made the safety of the bathroom. The chain
swung between her breasts, tugging on her overly sensitive nipples. She stood
in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at the crystals winking from the
tips of her nipples. They were beautiful.