Mayhem Chapter 9
After confessing our true feelings and an explosive kiss, Astrid and I went back to talking for a few minutes about Radley Baker.
I assured her that if he came around to interrogate her, he’d leave one way or another.
I refrained from telling her at that moment that I’d have Spawn look into him.
I wanted to know everything there was to know about him.
It was excruciating to wait until we finished dinner and cleanup before we could go to our bedroom and start having fun.
Our shared shower had done the job of increasing both our ardor.
I hadn’t anticipated how hard it would be for me to comply with her orders.
However, I refused to back out. If Astrid wanted it, then she’d get it, which was why I was lying in the middle of our bed on my back.
Astrid was in the closet. I had no idea what she was doing.
Before our shower, though, she’d lit candles around the room, which gave it a romantic feel.
I’d have to remember to do things like this for her, and to bring her flowers or her favorite things randomly.
It meant more, I’d heard my club brothers say, when it was done outside of a special day such as Valentine’s, your anniversary, or her birthday.
I wanted her never to forget that no one could love her as much as I did.
When she came out, my breath caught. She was dressed in a sexy piece of lingerie that I had no clue she owned. My first thought was who she had bought it for, but I brushed that thought away. I knew I was the only man she had been with in two years. It didn’t matter why she bought it.
The set was unlike any I’d seen before. It had the standard lace under-wire bra, and what I assumed was a thong panty made of the same lace.
What was different was the mesh see-through miniskirt over the panties.
When she turned in a circle, I got a peek at the back.
The skirt closed with an eye hook and was split open so the thong strap and the center of her ass were bare.
The midnight blue color stood out against her golden skin.
I was already over half-hard before she entered. Seeing this outfit and how it emphasized her incredible body instantly hardened me the remainder of the way. Automatically, my hand went to my cock to stroke it.
“Oh, no, you’re not allowed to do that. I’ll tell you when you can touch yourself. I see it’s a good thing I brought these,” Astrid said in a sultry voice.
That’s when I noted she held something in her hand.
She allowed it to unravel. It was two of my ties.
I might be a biker, but there were occasions when even I dressed up, and sometimes a tie was appropriate.
It was difficult to let my hand fall to the mattress, but I did.
Astrid sauntered to the edge of the bed.
“Jamie, I’d like to tie your arms. Will that be alright? I know it can be scary. If you can’t do it, will you put your hands under your body so you won’t touch me or yourself?”
I contemplated what she asked for only a couple of moments before answering her. “Yes, you can tie my arms. I’d like to do the same to you. When the time comes, I’ll ask you the same thing. I’ve never been tied up, so I can’t say how I might react,” I warned.
“If it’s too much, just tell me and I’ll undo it. I won’t force you to endure it if you hate it. I’ve never been restrained in an intimate situation, so I don’t know how I’d react either.”
The way she said it told me her captors had done it. I filed that away. It might be a trigger for her.
“Then let’s see how it goes,” I told her gently.
When she climbed on the bed, she directed me to lie on my stomach, then lifted my left arm to the headboard.
I had to concentrate not to touch her with the free one.
Although I had no idea if I’d like being tied up, the thought was hot.
Being at her mercy would be a new experience.
If it had been anyone else, I would’ve said no.
It was insane how much I trusted her after such a short acquaintance.
She tied it with a slip knot at the wrist and then on the other end around the post on the headboard. That would allow her to get me loose immediately. Working swiftly, she had the other one secured in no time at all. I gave both a good tug. They held.
“Are they too tight?” she checked.
“No, I can feel everything,” I assured her, wiggling my fingers.
“Good. Now, I want you to lie there for me, Jamie. I want to have the freedom to explore your body. I love everything you do to me, but I feel you don’t get the same treatment.
I want you to know how much pleasure I get from your body and to worship it the way you do mine. We’re equal partners, remember?”
“I remember.” I wondered how much this would test my limits. Would I allow her to do everything she wanted, or would I break and beg to be freed so I could explore her with reverence?
I was surprised when she got off the bed and entered the bathroom. A minute later, she returned carrying a bottle in her hands. She opened it and squirted something into her palm, then set the bottle on the nightstand. Rubbing her hands together, she told me what she had and why.
“This is body oil. It’s edible and great for what I want. Since I want to touch your entire body, Jamie, what better way than to give you a massage? When was the last time you had one of those?”
“Baby, I’ve never had a massage,” I confessed.
“Really? Well, then, let’s see if this is something you’d like me to do again.”
I watched her until she was on the bed and straddling my ass. It was too much of a strain to twist my head that far.
“Relax, close your eyes. Just let yourself go, honey,” she murmured.
Taking a deep breath, I tried. When her hands landed on the back of my neck, I blew out a breath.
They were warm and slick. First, she ran her hands over my upper body, tracing the contours of my muscles and the outline of the tattoos I had there.
It was pleasant but not anything great. Once she had done that, she went back to my neck and this time she dug her fingers into my flesh.
A groan escaped. It hurt, but in a good way.
Astrid proceeded to massage muscles that I hadn’t realized were knotted and sore until she dug into them.
As she worked and released knots, she would finish off by kissing, licking, and then blowing warm air over the spot.
It wasn’t only soothing but arousing. The oil heated more on the skin and made me tingle.
“What’s in that?” I asked.
“You’re feeling that tingle, I bet. It’s just a bit of cinnamon, which gives it that scent and taste. My hands and lips are tingling too. You alright if I continue?”
“God, yes,” I moaned.
She laughed, then moved. She worked on the back of my lower body.
By the time she was ready for me to turn over, I wanted to call a time-out so I could touch her.
I thought I was excited when we started.
The oil and her touch had my cock so hard, it throbbed.
I had leaked precum onto the sheet. I desired her touch on my front.
I wondered if she’d stroke my cock with that amazing oil. I wanted her to.
A swift untying and then retie had me on my back. She straddled my upper thighs. I wiggled, trying to move her body up so she rubbed along my cock, but the minx refused to budge. I filed it away for later. I’d make sure to return the favor when she was at my mercy.
She started with my chest and arms. The same pattern was used. When she was done, instead of doing my cock, she moved off me and worked the front of my legs. She’d rub right up to my groin and then stop. I fought to stay quiet, but eventually, I broke.
“Christ, Fury, you’re driving me mad. Touch my cock. I’m about to die.”
Her smile was sexy. “Beg me,” she said.
I was crazy enough to do it. She’d sucked and nibbled on my nipples earlier, and I wanted her mouth and teeth on my cock.
“Please, Astrid, my beautiful fury. I need you to touch my cock. I hurt. It weeps for you. I’ll do anything. Please, baby, please.”
Her smile became sultry, then I jumped and groaned loudly as her hands enclosed the base of my cock and my balls.
Astrid showed me no mercy as she stroked, fondled, licked, sucked, and bit all over my cock and balls.
The precum was coming out in a steady leak.
My entire body was tense from being brought to the edge of an orgasm only to have her deny me.
I had my eyes squeezed shut, fighting not to beg her to end my misery when wetness, followed by incredible tightness, engulfed my cock, taking me deep.
I hollered her name and jackknifed my hips off the mattress.
My eyelids flew open to find her sinking fully down on my cock.
Her pussy took me to the hilt. Her face was flushed and her eyes wild.
“I’m gonna ride you until you can’t stand it and make you come, filling me full of your cum, Jamie,” she moaned.
The pace she set was a hard and fast one.
From the way her pussy kept fluttering around my cock, I knew she was turned on and close to an orgasm.
Wanting to increase her pleasure, and ultimately mine, I gritted my teeth and used my legs to drive my hips upward, slamming myself into her. Her gasps were music to my ears.
I didn’t know how long she rode me with my added thrusts before her nails sank into my stomach, and her head went back. Her cry was loud, and her body shook as she pulsed, dragging at my cock. However, by a miracle, I managed to hold back. When she came down from it, she gave me a dazed look.
“You didn’t come,” she whispered.
“I know. God, it was tough not to. But I wanted to wait and give you an orgasm first. Damn, I want to fuck you so hard,” I confessed.