Chapter Six #4
Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her on the bed, nipples pebbled through her bra, legs spread, and face tinged with curiosity, I rummage through my carry-on to find my headphones and add them to the pile on the bed.
I sit on the edge of the bed, keeping my feet on the floor. “I want to explain to you exactly what I want to do so you’re not afraid.”
“Okay.”
“I want to take away your senses one by one. I think right now what you’re struggling with is the need to control the outcome of what happens between you and your sister.
You said you like the freedom of having to give away control sometimes, so I’d like to show you the pleasure you can experience by surrendering control elsewhere. ”
“Have you done this before?”
“I have.” While I’m not a pro by any means, I feel comfortable enough that I can give her what she needs, safely.
“What will you do?”
“You can play around with one sense or all of them. For tonight, I’d like to focus on three: touch, sight, and hearing.
” I go into detail about how I will use the headphones, scarf, and robe ties and she eyes the items on the bed as I do.
“If it ever gets to be too much, you tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“I’m with you.”
I lean down to suck her nipple to my mouth through her bra. Her hands immediately fly to the back of my neck as I undo the clasps of her bra. When the final clasp is undone, I release her nipple so that I can slide the bra down her arms.
She lifts her hips so I can pull her panties down, her folds already glistening with her desire for me.
Grabbing the robe ties, I grab one of her wrists and bind it to the bedpost. I do the same with the other wrist and then I double check to make sure both ties are flat so as not to cut off her circulation and that neither are tied too tight.
She pulls against the restraints, seemingly pleased with the level of resistance.
“I don’t have enough to bind your feet so I’m going to leave them free. I’m trusting you to not use them to touch me, J. Can you be my good girl and do that for me?”
Her eyes darken as she licks her lips. “You can trust me.”
A sinister smile creeps up on my face. “Good.” I trace light circles around her inner thigh and she squirms under my touch.
So sensitive already. I cover her entire body with gentle touches.
Soft foot massages, a swipe of my fingers across her nipples, a chaste kiss against her belly.
Her movements become more erratic. With every caress, she bucks beneath my fingers, but not in an effort to push me away.
No, she’s trying to pull me in closer. Make me as desperate for her as she feels at this moment.
Little does she know, my desperation for her is a constant that I’ve grown accustomed to quite quickly.
I want to disabuse her of the notion that instant gratification is the name of the game tonight. Tonight is all about letting go.
“Rome, please. I need you,” she cries, trying like hell to keep her legs pinned to the bed but failing.
“Do you not like the way I touch you, J?” My fingers spread her pussy, causing her eyes to slam shut.
“Mmm, I want more,” she moans.
Seeing her like this, delirious with want when I’ve barely touched her, brings out an animalistic pride in me. The kind that makes you want to beat your chest and claim her to the world.
I reach behind me for the scarf and hold it out in front of her. “You ready for this?”
She nods her head insistently. “I’m so ready.”
I tie the scarf around her eyes, not too tight but tight enough so I know it won’t slip. “Can you see me?”
“N-no.”
“Good. Relax, J. I got you.”
I stand from the bed, and she notices the shift of weight on the bed immediately.
Her head jerks to the now empty space. Quietly, I move to the foot of the bed so I can watch her.
Her legs flail around, trying to create the friction she craves but failing to add up to what I can provide.
She starts to tug at her restraints whipping her head from side to side in hopes to hear the slightest movement from me.
I grab one of the pillows from the couch, which has fringe tassels on the bottom, and walk ever so slowly over to the left side of the bed.
Leaning forward I whisper in her ear, “You look like pure sin laying before me right now.” Her only response is a deep moan, pulled from the depths of her diaphragm. I hold one of the tassels from the pillow to her skin and swirl it around her neck.
“Oh fuck.”
I drag the tassel down her body, drawing different patterns in different places on her skin. I take pauses at random moments so she can’t anticipate my next move.
“I want to touch you,” she whimpers.
“I know you do, but you know you can’t. Right?”
“Yessss.”
“I love when you give me your yeses so freely.” She clenches her thighs at that.
Done taking things lightly, I toss the pillow aside and straddle her hips.
“I want you to see me worship your body, J. Worship you.” Her forehead creases and even through the scarf I can see her eyebrows pique.
“Not with your eyes, J. I want you to really see me,” I whisper in her ear. “Feel me. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes!”
I suck her earlobe into my mouth and lick a trail along the outer shell until she bucks her hips, trying to make contact with my already achingly hard dick.
I move to her other ear to whisper, “You are a dream come true.”
My tongue finds the nape of her neck and charts a path down the column of her throat to the base. “You are exquisitely beautiful.”
I kiss the top of her sternum. “You give so much of yourself to others.” A kiss to the top of her breast. “You deserve to have that reciprocated.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she groans. “Rome.”
I swirl my tongue around her nipple, laving it thoroughly before I bite down on it, eliciting a wild moan from her.
“You are deserving of a love that embellishes your brilliance.” Deep in my gut I have a feeling that Amerie is intimidated by Janelle and everything she brings to the table, so she’d rather diminish it than nurture its growth.
I don’t want to diminish her. I want to stand back and watch her shine.
I move to her other nipple and glide my hand up to tweak this one. “You are an amazing sister. Daughter. Friend. Doctor. Those who meet you are lucky to know you.”
I slide my body down her legs, trailing my tongue down the path of her stomach. “You deserve all the success you’ve accomplished already and all the success that’s yet to come.” Her body is practically vibrating with need.
A kiss to her lower belly.
“Rome, what are you doing to me?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
The word settles over me like a cloak, blanketing me in its finality. Before I take away her last sense, I want her to hear the pleasure it gives me to please her.
“Mmmm,” she cries out as my tongue plunges into her. I devour her, using my nose as the pressure point on her clit. My hands seek out the sensitive parts of her body. I find her hip bone and lower back, not giving her a moment to prepare before I start tickling her.
Her body convulses with unexpected laughter then dissolves into mewls and whimpers and back to laughter.
“Oh shit, what the fuck?”
“Mhm, I like the way your pussy grips me when you laugh, J. I want you to come just like that.”
She hisses from the pleasurable pain of me biting her inner thigh, twisting her arms in her restraints to no avail.
“Let me hear you.”
She delivers a lethal combination of a scream, moan, and laugh when I latch onto her clit at the same time that I dig into her ticklish spots.
The sound bounces off the walls, shaking the room.
I don’t come up for air until I’m drowning in her release, feeling every bone in her body pulsate around me.
“You did so good, J. So good. How do you feel?”
“I feel incredible,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“Do you need a break?”
She shakes her head passionately, fighting to keep her legs flat on the bed but a full-body shiver hits her when she accidentally crosses one leg over the other.
“No. More,” she begs.
Reaching over to pick up my headphones, I turn on a playlist on my phone and hold them up to Janelle. “Remember you won’t be able to hear me but I can hear you so if you need me to stop, tell me.”
“Mhmm,” she mewls.
Placing the headphones squarely over her ears, she’s plunged into the soft tones of R & B and complete darkness.
It can be scary to be in that kind of environment for too long when you’re not used to it, so I don’t waste any time throwing her legs over my shoulders and thrusting inside of her.
I want my body to serve as her anchor, tethering her to this moment here with me.
With the music taking away her ability to know how loud she’s being, her screams are even more intense. Her inhibitions melt away, not worried about anything but feeling. I push her legs down under my arms and lean forward, hitting the spot I know drives her wild.
I switch my pace up a few times so that she can’t try to match my rhythm, giving her no choice but to let me lead the dance we’re tangled in.
The slow strokes grant me the low groans that she pulls from somewhere deep in her belly.
The fast strokes earn me the soprano screams that scratch her vocal cords.
Together they make a beautiful song for my ears only.
I could listen to the symphony of her all day.
I can feel her walls start to tighten and her legs begin to shake so I know my time is running out. She’ll need a break after this round so with the freedom of being the only one in the room able to hear my words, I speak a truth that demands to be released.
“I could see myself falling in love with you, Janelle.” I groan out her name as her orgasm triggers mine, sending us crashing to the ground.
Yanking the headphones off her, I rush to get the rest of the bindings off.
Her eyes are squeezed shut when I take off the scarf, fluttering open ever so slowly to readjust to the light.
I scan her wrists for any signs of irritation or bruising but they appear to be okay, so I kiss both of them, massaging them lightly.
“That was…” she stutters. She flops back down on the bed, not even attempting to find the word she was looking for a moment ago.
I let her sleep for a minute while I go run a bath for us. I use cool water to soothe her muscles and joints, and then I guide her into the bath, sitting her in front of me so she can lean on me for support while I bathe her.
After I clean her body, I hold her in my arms, brushing my forehead against the top of her spine. We stay there until our teeth start to chatter, telling us it’s time to get out.
She sidles up to me in bed, not wanting an inch of space between us and I’m all too happy to oblige. Grabbing my phone, I download a book of her choice and read to her until her soft snores fill the room.