Night with Sole Regret

TOUCH ME VII

Owen’s lips brushed her skin just beneath her ear. When his soft, wet tongue flicked out to delight her throat, her eyelids fluttered and her mouth dropped open.

“Tasting a woman.”

“Don’t torment me, Owen,” Kellen said. “I’m not in the f*****g mood tonight.”

“She’d look beautiful restrained. Wouldn’t she? Ropes pressing into her supple flesh.” Owen nibbled her earlobe and whispered, “Would you let us tie you up, Caitlyn?”

“Both of you?” Caitlyn sputtered. Okay, now she understood why Owen had brought her here—so they could do wicked things to her. Things she was not okay with. Make her helpless. Their victim. The thought both thrilled her and scared her. Fear won over in the end. There was no way she would agree to being restrained while two strangers did any perverted thing that occurred to them. “I’d rather tie you up,” she said.

Kellen chuckled. “I think that’s a great idea. Good call, Caitlyn. I’ll help.”

“I’m game for anything you want to try,” Owen said.

Caitlyn hesitated before turning her head to look at him. “Anything?”

“Yes, anything,” Owen said. “Do you have a dirty fantasy, Caitlyn? Something you’ve always wanted to do but never dared?”

“I have plenty of fantasies,” she said. “I really would like to tie you up. Dare to do things to you.”

“What kinds of things?”

She tried to think of the most outlandish s****l act she could imagine, wanting to call him on his bluff. She was pretty sure he was full of it and saying things he didn’t mean just for effect. True, her kink-o-meter was fairly mild, but he didn’t know that. He had to be as scared as she was by the idea of being rendered helpless and at the mercy of a stranger. Caitlyn imagined him tied to a bed, his c**k rigid and proud. She could touch him any way she liked. Kiss every inch of him. Suck him. Ride him. Torment him. Tease him. Delay his gratification until he begged. But that didn’t seem really all that outlandish. What man wouldn’t agree to that? At least for a while. Then she pictured him tied face down, on his knees, ass exposed to the air, and a that naughty devil she kept buried inside her subconscious spread a slow grin across her face.

“I think I’d like to screw you,” she said. “From behind.”

She glanced up at him, expecting shock. He just looked confused.

“I’m not sure if my d**k will bend that way, but we can try it.”

Kellen laughed so hard, Caitlyn was concerned he’d rupture his spleen. She managed to keep a straight face, however, and shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Could she really say the next words? She was an excellent public speaker, but she usually talked about alternative energy sources, not about claiming a guy’s ass. “I want to do things to your… ass.” She said the final word so quietly, she was surprised he heard her.

Owen’s jaw dropped and for the first time, Caitlyn saw the smooth operator take a hike off a cliff and fall fast and hard.

“Um,” Owen said, “I’ve never done anything like that.”

“They have strap-ons in the gift shop,” Kellen said helpfully. “Big, thick ones, so be sure to use plenty of lube.”

“Is that what you meant?” Owen said. “You want to tie me down and f**k me in the ass?”

Her face felt like it was on fire, but she said, “Yeah, that’s what I meant.” There was no way he was going to go for it. She was going catch him in a lie. All men were lying bastards. They only managed to get her hopes up, say they were going to do something, but never followed through.

“Well, okay then,” he said, “but promise you’ll be gentle. I’m a virgin back there.”

And now Caitlyn was the one whose jaw was on the floor.

Kellen slid out of the booth. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to sit around here all night waiting for him to get his rocks off. I’m tired of being a slave to his libido.”

“You didn’t have to accompany me,” Owen said. “I could have come alone.”

“Then you wouldn’t have come at all,” Kellen returned, “and I’d have had to listen to you b***h about how much fun you would have had if you’d gone out. And how I’m no fun anymore. And how you should think about getting yourself a new best friend. One who is as insatiably perverted as you are.”

“I don’t b***h. And I don’t want a new best friend, even an insatiably perverted one. You used to be insatiably perverted. Remember?”

“Nope. Don’t recollect that,” Kellen said. “Get out of the booth, Owen. I haven’t tied anyone up in months, you know.”

“Why are you so anxious to tie me up?”

“Because you’re being an incredible pain in my ass, so maybe if you experience a little pain in yours, you’ll stop tormenting me all the time. Now move. If you annoy me, I might find myself out of practice and pull certain ropes too tight. If I were you, I wouldn’t drag my feet too much.”

“I’m not dragging my feet. And you wouldn’t be in such a bad mood if you’d—” He cut himself off and tore his gaze from his friend to look at Caitlyn.

“Are you really going to go through with this?” Caitlyn asked when she was finally able to retrieve her mandible from the floor.

“I said I’m game for anything. I meant that.” His tone was surprisingly calm.

“Owen doesn’t f**k around,” Kellen said. “Well, yeah, he always f***s around, but when it comes to kink, he’s all in. Trust me, he’s been subjected to far kinkier things than what you’re proposing.”

No s**t? Based on her limited exposure to what went on outside her own bedroom walls, she couldn’t think of anything kinkier than screwing a man. To let him know what it felt like to be invaded. Overpowered. Taken. Not because she didn’t enjoy being on the receiving end. She loved being filled. Overwhelmed. f****d. But she had always wondered what it would be like if the roles were reversed. Caitlyn hadn’t ever mentioned her fantasy to her ex-husband because she’d known he’d never try something so daring. His favorite kinky act was f*****g on his desk during office hours. And he didn’t seem to discriminate when it came to his partner. Caitlyn scowled at her thoughts.

“We’d better hurry,” Owen said to Kellen. “She’s giving off those men-suck vibes again.”

“I’m glad it’s not my ass she’s about to take them out on,” Kellen said and started walking toward the stairs that led to the basement.

Owen slid out of the booth and offered Caitlyn his hand. As she stared up at him, she was taken by how attractive he was. She really shouldn’t take out her anger toward Charles on him. “I’m sorry, Owen. You don’t have to go through with this.”

“Baby, I want to go through with it,” he said. “I love experimenting in the bedroom, and though I thought I’d tried just about every s*x act, I’ve never done that. You have my complete attention, beautiful.” He smiled reassuringly.

She took his hand and slipped from the booth. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she said under her breath. And she really couldn’t believe how much she wanted to.

Out of the corner of his eye, Owen watched Caitlyn examine strap-on dildos. He wasn’t going to interfere with her selection, but he was silently praying that she chose something small. Very small. As in so small it was invisible.

Kelly was purchasing rope and sniggering every time his gaze landed on Owen. Bastard. Would a true friend find this situation that f*****g hilarious? Owen grinned. Yeah, totally. If Kelly had been the one about to be taken by a complete novice, Owen would laugh at him until he puked.

“Anything here you want me to try out on you?” Owen asked Caitlyn, sidling toward a collection of vibrators and clit stimulators.

“Maybe later,” she said. She took the biggest, blackest dildo down from the shelf and tested its firmness by bending it slightly. “Midnight Power Hammer,” she said. “I like it. It has some meat to it.”