Naughty Temptations

Chapter Three-2

After leaving the restaurant, they drove to a nearby park. Since they’d turned the clocks forward a couple of weeks ago, a bit of light remained at eight in the evening, though it grew darker as they walked, hand in hand, along a paved trail around a calm lake. A gentle breeze played with her hair and fluttered her skirt. Lynn reached down to hold it so that it didn’t fly up and reveal the nothing she wore beneath it.

When they reached a somewhat isolated part of the area, he stopped and pulled her into his arms, kissing her, then whispering in her ear. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t have to ask what he meant. “Yes. Worries me a bit too.”

“Nothing’s going to happen in public,” he assured her. “But when we get home…”

A quiver ran through her at the thought and she pressed closer against him.

“When we get home, you’re going to go straight to the bedroom, take off all your clothes, put on the blindfold and the wrist and ankle bands I’ll give you, and lay on your back on the bed. I’ll give you ten minutes and I want to find you ready and waiting for me just the way I described. From now until midnight, you will do exactly as I tell you, and you will address me as ‘Sir.’ Do you understand?

“Yes. Sir.”

They continued their walk, mostly in silence. The breeze got cooler, though that wasn’t the only reason she shivered occasionally. He stopped again a few minutes later and kissed her, but didn’t say anything. Instead he worked his hands under her skirt and cupped her naked buttocks, squeezing them lightly. “I love you, you know. More than I can say.”

“I love you, too, Ryan. Sir.”

He kissed her again and pressed her closer so she could feel the hard evidence of his desire. “Let’s get home.”

She nodded agreement. They covered the last part of the walk much faster than the first part. Fortunately they didn’t have to drive far to get to his house. When they entered, he reached into a basket next to the door, pulled out a cloth bag, and said, “You know what to do.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice wobbled, but she took it to the master bedroom. There, she dug in the bag to find the promised straps and blindfold, and hurriedly stripped off her remaining clothes. Then she fastened a length of leather with a couple of embedded metal rings around each ankle and wrist. They had Velcro closures, which let her put them on herself without assistance. The blindfold she put on once she’d gotten on the bed and positioned herself as he’d requested.

She lay and listened for him to come. The house seemed so quiet. She’d forgotten how the loss of sight tended to magnify other senses. The aroma of his favorite pine-scented fragrance suffused the room, mingling with something more essentially masculine, more Ryan himself. She’d never even noticed the ticking of a clock in the hall or the rough texture of the cover on his bed.

Her thoughts slipped to past times when they’d done this, sometimes as a game, sometimes more seriously. She’d loved it either way. The shivery fright as he fastened her to his bed, the exciting helplessness and vulnerability to whatever he wanted to do. The glorious sting when he swatted her bottom with his hand or a belt or something whippier.

The tread of footsteps approaching woke her from the reverie. Then he was beside her, lifting her ankle and using the strap to fasten it to one of the bed posts several inches above the mattress. Her legs were stretched well apart when he hooked the other one to the opposite pole, exposing the insides of her thighs and slit. Her wrists came next, being lifted and fastened to the two poles at the head of the bed. He slid a pillow under her head to lighten the strain on her neck.

“Before we start, there are a couple of things that I need to be sure of. First, you remember the safe words?”

“Yellow and red.”

“Sir,” he reminded her.

“Sir.”

“Good. And you will keep in mind that whatever we do here is purely for our own pleasure. If I hurt you, it is simply because I want to and I know that it arouses you. If it isn’t working, let me know and we stop it. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Relax. We have all evening and I don’t plan to hurry.”

Lynn braced herself for whatever he would do, but still jumped in surprise when something soft and tickly slid down her cheek, her throat, and circled her breasts. A feather, she guessed. At first, he used the lightest of touches, leaving a faint prickle as it passed down her abdomen and thighs, then back up and around her breasts. He swished it harder as he rimmed her n*****s with it, teasing the areolas, then back down her stomach and across her labia. She gasped a little at that.

Then the feather went away and moments later something harder and sharper replaced it. Possibly he used the opposite end of the quill, shaped to a point. It left lines of sensation where he ran it over the flesh, not quite a sting. When he passed it around and over her n*****s, he pressed hard enough to dig in slightly, not enough to break the skin, but indenting it and sending small zings through her. Occasionally he stopped to push a little harder. He worked it over one n****e then the other, back and forth, until she was wriggling and gasping. The tiny electric jolts tore through nerves and skin and settled in her core, tightening muscles and making her p***y swell with need.

“Enjoying that?” he asked.

“Mmmm…hm.” The sweet pleasure and arousal in her tone should tell him all he needed to know.

He worked the point down her abdomen and along the front of her right thigh, then back up the tender inner flesh. Lynn moaned as rivers of glorious sensation followed the line of its movement—neither outright pain nor pleasure, but a deep, pulsating tingle that sent all the right messages to her core. It was good, so good, she didn’t know how much longer she could bear it, especially when he began dragging that pointed thing along her labia.

Then it, too, withdrew. A soft, whizzing sound gave a clue to what came next. She shivered at the vicious sound, though she knew he wouldn’t strike very hard. To start with, anyway. The smack on the underside of her left breast confirmed it. Not hard, barely enough to leave a mark, and packing just a small sting.

He knew her well enough to know she’d be wanting more, craving more. He continued striking her breasts, alternating sides, drawing lines of heat on the upper and lower sides. Lynn moaned and wriggled. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face. It was coming… And then the first lash cut across the left n****e, and the pain was a tide of fire. It dug into her, ran along her veins, and made her womb clench with pure need.

She squealed, then screamed when he whipped the rod or whatever it was across the right n****e. Fire, pure fire threatened to drown her. Her p***y throbbed with pressure. She pulled against the ties holding her in place, but more out of a reflexive need to move than a desire to escape.

The bed shifted and a series of warm, soft, moist licks soothed the aching n*****s. The glory of it… She just wished she could touch him, hold him right now. She wanted him in her, filling her, and answering the pounding desire for him.

He shifted back and off the bed. The rod whizzed again, but this time it landed on her inner thigh, halfway between knee and slit. She jolted and squealed, though in fact, it was a pretty light tap. But the skin there was so sensitive. Two more on that side, each a little harder than the previous, and then he circled the bed and delivered three on the other side. Fire filled her. Pain and pleasure mingled in a brew so potent she could barely contain it.

He delivered two more sets of three strokes on each side, lashing harder with each, and putting the last one right below her slit. Those last few sent her into a frenzy, making her writhe, moan, scream, and beg.

At last a clatter told her he’d dropped the rod. Paper tore and a slight snap had to be a condom being donned. The mattress dipped as he climbed on, and his hard thighs were between her tender, lashed ones. Instead of entering her right away, though, the warm moist surface that had to be his tongue traced the lines on her thighs.

Dying. She must be. Breath couldn’t come fast enough and her core pounded with the need to be filled.

And finally he did. No preliminaries, no hesitation. His c**k poised at her entrance, his hot, strong, glorious body on hers, and then he pushed inside, burying himself to the root in one long, fabulous invasion. She clenched around him as he pumped in and out in furious rhythm. They both breathed in loud, harsh pants that grew until her tension released with a huge jolt that exploded all the fire and need.

Roaring as he orgasmed within her, he held her tightly through the jerking aftershocks.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Or felt.” He took off her blindfold and got up to release her arms and legs. When she pulled her legs back together slowly, he asked, “Are you all right?”

“Much better than all right. Wonderful. Just a little stiff. Not as young and agile as I used to be.”

He massaged each of her legs, from ankle to thigh, being careful of potential sore spots, until the muscles relaxed.

Lynn sighed. “That feels good.” She looked down. “Not much there.” A few pink lines marked the skin on both thighs and her breasts but they’d likely disappear quickly.

“Marks?” he asked. “You want some?”

“Mixed emotions, but mostly, yes.”

“We can handle that. Next time.”

By then exhaustion crept over her and she couldn’t resist it. She barely felt when he lay down next to her and pulled her into the warm, safe circle of his arms.

She woke before him in the morning. Other than one very small smudge on her breast, the marks from the previous night had all disappeared, she noted as she soaped down in the shower. He rose while she washed and had coffee brewing when she entered the kitchen. They took their coffee and the rolls he warmed up out to the sun porch off the back of the house.

“Any idea what you want to do today?” he asked.

“None at all. You have any?”

“I thought maybe the Aquarium. Have you ever been there?”

“Nope. That would be fun.”

He nodded and took a longer drink of coffee. “Now for the bigger question. What do you want to do with your life? I’m assuming you don’t plan to be a preschool aide and a waitress your entire life.”

She sipped thoughtfully before answering. “I told you I’m taking a business course. But I’d really like to finish my college degree. Then see what turns up.”

“You could do that here as well as in Baltimore. You could probably get back into Georgia if you wanted to.”

“Maybe. But… Are you asking me to move in with you?”

He made an odd grimace. “I need a refill on the coffee. Be right back.” He hustled out of the room.

What? Why did he suddenly run off?

He returned shortly with a tray that held the coffee pot, sugar and creamer…and a small gift bag spewing tissue paper out the top. He set it down on the table and handed the gift bag to her. “This wasn’t how I planned to do this…”

She rummaged among the tissue paper and came up with a jeweler’s box. Her heart started to pound as she flipped it open and stared at the solitaire diamond there. When she looked back at him, he got down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Lynn? Please? I know I was kind of a jerk before, but I think we’ve both matured over the years. I understand that you’re not a lifestyle submissive, just a s****l one. I can live with that. Hell, I want to live with that. Very badly. Do you trust me enough to take the chance?” He barely paused for a breath before he said, “This wasn’t how I planned this. I was going to take you out for a romantic dinner tonight and then propose. But I just realized I didn’t want to take my girlfriend to the Aquarium or the restaurant. I want to take my fiancée.”

She’d never seen Ryan quite so flustered.

“I’ll understand if you don’t really trust me yet and you want to wait a bit longer,” he continued. I know you want to be confident I won’t take over your life again. So if you want to wait—”

“Ryan. I don’t want to wait. We may still have issues we need to work out. Doesn’t every married couple? But I do trust you enough to believe we can work on them together. The only thing I don’t want from you is a long engagement.”

After she put on the ring, he drew her to her feet, and pulled her against him. “Thank God.” The words held a world of gratitude and relief.

They didn’t make it to the Aquarium that afternoon, though they did get out for the romantic dinner. And by the next day Lynn had a couple of lovely marks on her bottom that lasted for several days, reminding her how lucky she was as she worked out her two-week notice at both of her jobs and packed up the few things she had in Baltimore she wanted to keep.