Chapter TWENTY-TWO
(Matthew)
No birthday gift in my life had ever or would ever top the sight of Charlotte arriving at my door, bound in lengths of red satin ribbon and miserably horny.
“Is this for me?” I asked, pretending to be surprised as she glared at me above the huge red bow serving as a gag. The two staff members who’d brought her stepped out and closed the doors of “the residence,” the private house reserved only for my stays on the island. Charlotte didn’t move from her spot, though her legs weren’t bound in any way; it would have made it far too difficult to parade her up here.
I walked around her, admiring the handiwork of our spa employees. The ribbon that passed around the back of her head and in front of her mouth was a separate piece from the length that wound around her golden braid and bound her arms together at her back. The impossibly intricate binding passed down to the huge bow she wore like a bunny tail, the ribbon no doubt passing through the steel loop of the butt plug they’d used on her. More slashes of bright red looped around her thighs and between them, up to bracket her hips and crisscross below and above her perfect tits.
“Happy birthday to me,” I said with a low whistle.
Whatever she tried to say behind the gag sounded impatient. And I couldn’t blame her. I brushed the backs of my fingers down her arm and she visibly shivered, so I repeated the action on her tight pink nipples.
“Are you frustrated, princess?” I asked, patting the top of her head to be extra dickish about it. “I know you must be. I watched everything they did to you down there. And...down there.”
I gave the bow on her ass a little tug, and she made a sound the gag reduced to gurgling. “You liked this part,” I went on, cupping one round cheek in my hand, my thumb straying to the crevice between. “I particularly enjoyed hearing you beg them to put it in.”
I’d almost enjoyed it too much. Watching her, knowing she got off on being watched, knowing she was aware of my invisible presence in the room the entire time my team had teased her and tormented her, had almost made me come in my pants. I hadn’t even dared to jack off a little; I didn’t want to indulge myself in an orgasm until it was with Charlotte.
Her gaze flicked down, and I realized with a nasty shock that this was the first time she’d seen me in the flesh since the hospital. The cane I relied on was custom made to look as not-geriatric as possible, and heavily influenced by my infatuation with Charlotte. I decided to focus on the aesthetic choices, rather than explain that a mobility aid had become a part of my life and would likely remain so.
“Do you like it?” I asked, gesturing to the gleaming figure of the glowering dragon that served as a handle.
Her eyes widened.
“This way,” I said, turning to the wide-open living room. My private residence on the island was big, but it definitely wasn’t as large—or as themed—as the castle where guest functions were held, but it was on a hill overlooking the resort, and the glass walls of the entry and living room gave the people below plenty of opportunity to see what was happening inside, when the shades were open.
I’d closed them in anticipation of her arrival; I wanted my birthday present all to myself.
I gripped her braid and gave it a gentle tug. Her eyes widened; even that slight tension on the ribbon must have moved the plug inside her. After the nonstop stimulation and denial at the spa, the walk up to the house must have been brutal.
I’d made sure to specify that she be displayed that way. Helpless, nude, vulgar, totally public. I was pleased but not at all shocked that she’d allowed it.
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and freed my straining erection. For a moment, I was tempted to remove her gag and fuck her mouth, but the bow was cute and there would be time for that later. I didn’t bother fully undressing. I sat on the black leather couch and pulled a condom from my pocket, setting some kind of record for opening it and putting it on, I was sure. I smiled at the way her eyes followed every movement, how her chest rose and fell with increasing speed. I patted my lap in invitation. “Up you go.”
She was unsteady without the use of her arms, so I helped her balance as she climbed up with a knee on either side of my thighs. When she had her bearings, she looked at me quizzically, waiting for another order.
“Well? Get on it. Unless you’re not interested—”
She made a muffled, but very clear, denial.
“Oh, do you need help?” I reached beneath her to position myself. She sank down before I could move my hand, and I hissed as the soft, wet heaven I had been fantasizing about for months enveloped the head of my cock. I considered leaving it there, preventing her from taking any more of me in, but it had been too long. I wouldn’t have been able to stand the teasing, myself.
I let go and she moaned behind the gag, her eyes closing, back drawing up even straighter as she slid down on my cock. I tipped my head back and let out a long groan of relief. It had been way too long since I’d been inside her. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to savor her.
“You’ve had a long trip, haven’t you?” I smoothed my hands down her arms and back up to squeeze her shoulders reassuringly. “And I know you want to come. I think you’ve waited long enough.”
She nodded her head vigorously, and from inside her cunt, I felt the plug in her ass move. A full-body shiver took me by surprise; even the smallest clutch of her swollen, slippery walls around me sent explosions of sensation over every square inch of my skin. The position I’d put myself in was torture. With her arms bound, she couldn’t do much. Sitting on the couch, I couldn’t get much leverage.
And with the way my pulse throbbed in my aching cock, that was probably a good thing.
“Do you want to come, princess?” I asked, working my fingers between us.
Her hips bucked, and she whimpered. I pressed my palm against her pubic bone and burrowed two fingers between her folds, finding the hot, slick nub there. Her body tensed.
“Is that what you want?” I murmured.
I took her stuttering moan as a confirmation and circled my fingertips over her. She panted and rocked and squeezed my cock so hard it hurt. Her knees hugged my thighs and she leaned back, her body tightening up
“That’s it,” I urged her. “Come for me.”
She strove for her orgasm with panting cries despite her gag, which did nothing to dampen her wail when she reached the crucial moment. Her entire body bucked as she rode out her release. She sagged forward, trembling, her head lolling on my shoulder, and I held her there with a hand at the nape of her neck, the other gripping her hip to rock her back and forth on my aching cock.
She mewled and whined, her head tucked against my throat, helpless to do anything but lay against me and get fucked. Her limp body bounced with every upward thrust of my hips, and I wrapped an arm around her back, holding her close, hitting deep, reveling in the wet slap of her intimate flesh against me.
“I wish I could come in you. Fill you up, feel it run out of you while I fucked you until I couldn’t stand anymore,” I whispered, and she moaned.
For now, I was grateful to the condom. The touch of her bare cunt would have been a lot to ask of my stamina. Already, that driving pleasure built dangerously out of control, and she felt too good to resist, inside and out.
Her skin hot and slick with sweat against me, her satiated body drained in my arms, the softness and grip of her pussy, all of it combined and battered me with a storm of sensation, and I was lost to it. I let it wash me away with a deep groan and erupted inside her as she cried out, her cunt milking me in the erratic rhythm of another climax.
I fell back against the cushions, my throat dry, body drained. It hadn’t been the most complicated or vigorous sex ever, but it had certainly been the most satisfying I could remember in a long time.
I kissed her cheek, and the ribbon over her mouth tickled my face. “All right,” I said with a heavy sigh, because moving from where we’d collapsed seemed like the worst thing to do at the moment. But she was tied up and couldn’t stay that way for long. “Let’s get my present unwrapped.”
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(Charlotte)
After Matt cut me free from the ribbons and gently removed the butt plug—in the shower because of my squeamishness—he presented me with a selection of robes and pajamas.
“I didn’t know what you would prefer,” he said, leaning one shoulder against the wall. He’d left his cane in the bedroom before bringing me into the master bath. Now, he tried to disguise the fact that he needed it with his casual lean, one hand holding his towel closed at his hip.
I looked over the options laid out for me on the big, padded bench. The layout of the master bath included this dressing area, complete with vanity, that was larger than any of the rooms in my parents’ house. The tan leather bench was roughly the size of a twin bed, but the veritable smorgasbord of loungewear didn’t leave a place for Matt to sit.
“Why don’t you go get dressed,” I suggested. “And I’ll meet you in the living room?”
“How do you know I don’t want to ravish you in my bed?” he asked with an arched brow.
“Because that would be boring and predictable,” I countered. “And because you promised me dinner.”
Not any dinner. Dinner in pjs, watching TV, exactly what he knew I needed after a long day of traveling and everything that had happened when I arrived.
“Okay. See you out there.” He walked carefully, slowly, one hand braced on the wall as he went, and I looked away because despite how he tried to play it off, I knew he was self-conscious.
I snatched up a spaghetti-strap chemise that came to mid-thigh but was slit to both hips, and a plush robe with fleece lining. They were both ivory, like the rest of the options.
I padded across the smooth, cool tile to the living room, tying the belt of my robe. “I like that you figured me into the color scheme.”
Matthew’s private villa was decorated in neutral browns and warm whites, punctuated by pops of vibrant color from flowering plants tucked into decorative nooks all over the place. He sat on the sofa in a blue T-shirt and plaid lounge pants.
“Although you clash, somewhat,” I pointed out.
“I’ve got more ratty stuff, if you want to wear it,” he offered, patting the cushion beside him.
I sat next to him and curled my legs up, resting my head on his shoulder. I’d never realized how important touch was to me until we were together again. All the phone sex had been fun, but it had been building a hunger for closeness in me. There was a real possibility that I would spend the next two weeks hanging off him like a baby monkey.
“Pizza is on the way,” he said, looping an arm around my waist and dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “How was the trip?”
“Long.” I felt it in every part of my body, now that my momentum had slowed. “Although I was surprised. First class? Not a whole private jet?”
“Carbon footprint,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t do the jet thing. Except after my surgery, but that wasn’t my jet. It belonged to my mom.”
“I thought billionaires were going to wreck the planet and head off into space,” I teased.
“Sadly, I’m one of the sensible ones who realized that there’s no place for my dick-shaped rocket to land.” He turned toward the sound of the doorbell. “Ah, they’re here.”
“I’ll get it.” I bounded to my feet before he had to and skipped over to the door. Outside, two uniformed resort staff members waited with a swanky mahogany room service cart bearing a comically large pizza box and a variety of sodas.
“Push it in here, thanks,” Matt called, and I held the door while the staff brought the cart in. They left swiftly; this was clearly a place where guests didn’t waste a lot of time on service aspects.
I grabbed the pizza and a can of Diet Coke for myself, calling, “What do you want to drink?”
“Something orange,” he called back. When I headed his way with an Orange Crush in the pocket of my robe, he grumbled, “I could have gotten the door.”
“And I could have swum here, but luckily there was a boat.” I jutted my hip toward him and he reached into my robe pocket for his soda before I sat down and dropped the pizza box on the large, square coffee table. “You got attacked by a bear and your own veins. Give yourself a tiny bit of grace.”
“You’re not disgusted by your geriatric fuck buddy?”
It was a half-joke.
I answered it with a full one. “That dick ain’t geriatric.”
A shocked laugh burst from him.
Please, like you didn’t know I was quick. “No more self-pity. Not on my time.”
“Your time?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re here for my birthday.”
“Yeah. Your fortieth. Not your seventieth.” I leaned forward and popped open the pizza box. “Shit, I forgot the plates.”
Like I ever used plates for pizza. Like I ever shared pizza.
Matt grabbed the box and pulled it onto his lap. “Let’s not pretend there are going to be leftovers. Not after the energy we expended today.”
“Um, I have been awake for like twenty hours now, jumping from plane to plane to yacht to boat to the orgasm denial massage parlor—”
“It’s a legitimate spa,” he argued. “You got the deluxe treatment. And I expended a lot of energy resisting the urge to jack off while I watched that.”
A little thrill went through me. I hadn’t done anything, but hearing Matt talk about watching? Made me feel like I’d put on a naughty performance.
“You get me.” I hadn’t intended to say it out loud but if I was thinking it, I might as well voice it. “You totally knew that would get me off.”
“It didn’t get you off, though,” he reminded me. “I specifically asked for that.”
I gave him a little push.
He turned serious. “I’m glad you feel like I ‘get’ you. I think you get me. As much as anyone can.”
It was a strange thing to say, loaded with something unspoken that I worried he hadn’t intended to reveal. Maybe he never would.
Being here wasn’t about secrets, though. It was about having casual fun with a guy who’d become a good friend.
I took a slice of pizza and gave him a wink. “Here’s to getting to know each other even better.”