20. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Paige took her time undressing David, and for him, the most erotic part of it was watching her eyes take in every inch of his body as it was revealed. By the time she was finished and he stood naked before her, he was hard as a rock. It was the hunger in her expression which did him in because it was so raw and real, and in that moment he knew she would never look at any other man like this. He truly believed the desire, need, and connection she was feeling with him wouldn’t be found with anyone else, and for the first time since he set his plan in motion, David had no doubt she’d soon come to this realization, too, and embrace it.
Then they could really get down to business.
Without a word, David moved several pillows out of the way and pulled back the covers before laying down and watching as Paige attached a cuff to one of his wrists so that it was tight, but not too tight. Then she looped the other cuff through one of the headboard’s wooden slats and pulled it through at the other end, the soft jangling of the metal links the only sound in the room. After his other wrist was secure, she stood back and admired the picture he made, all spread out and at her mercy. His long legs, thick with muscle and lightly dusted with light brown hair (one slightly bent to give her an unobstructed view of his junk), his trim abs, defined chest, and his arms stretched out at an angle, his biceps nicely rounded.
It reminded Paige of the night she’d met him at Brews Brothers, when she’d been checking out his arms and had looked up to see David staring at her … almost exactly like how he was right now.
“So, what’s next?” he asked.
From the moment she’d pictured him cuffed to his bed, gloriously naked and somewhat helpless, she’d known exactly what she wanted to do to him. However, her ability to actually do it was contingent upon David having what she needed.
“That depends,” Paige replied, going to his nightstand and opening the top drawer. There was a small voice in the back of her head that whispered she was probably invading his privacy, but it was a very small voice and easily silenced as she quickly looked through the contents: a bottle of aspirin, some lip balm, a surprisingly large box of condoms, and lube.
“Depends on what? And what are you doing, besides invading my privacy?”
“I’m looking for something.” She closed the drawer and moved to the other one, only to find it completely empty.
“What are you looking for?”
This time, instead of answering his question—because she was on a mission and didn’t have time to waste—Paige ignored it and went into his bathroom, quickly looking in the medicine cabinet and the vanity. Not seeing what she needed, she came back to the bedroom, then disappeared into the hallway.
He stared at the doorway she’d just vanished through. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back.”
“What do you mean, you’ll be right back?” he demanded, before repeating, “Where are you going?”
A moment later David heard her in the other bathroom, rummaging around in there and sounding like a burglar in search of valuables. Paige must not have found what she was looking for in there, either, because not long after that it sounded like she was ransacking the kitchen, opening and closing drawers and cabinets.
“What the hell are you looking for?” he called out, practically yelling to make sure he could be heard. “Do you need the combination to my safe?”
He heard her chuckle before calling back, “Thanks, but if what I’m looking for was actually in your safe, that would be really weird.”
More cabinet doors were opened and closed, while he stared up at his ceiling and waited. Thankfully, it was only a few more moments before the sound of her footsteps were coming back down the hall and she was bursting into his room, with a large, plastic container of extra virgin, coconut oil from Costco in her hands.
“That’s what you were looking for?” David asked, frowning. It seemed extremely odd, given that she’d searched nightstand drawers and bathroom cabinets before going to the kitchen.
“No, but it’s the next best thing,” she answered, setting the container on the bed next to his hip.
“The next best thing? For what?”
“Massage oil.”
Her search now made sense, but … she was going to give him a massage with coconut oil?
“You did say I could ‘have some fun’,” Paige reminded him. “And that you were interested in seeing what I’d ‘like to do’ to you.”
“I know, and I meant all that, but—”
“Good. Because I’d like to give you a massage.”
“And I’d like you to give me one.” He tipped his head toward the oil. “But that’s used for cooking.”
“It’s used for a lot of things, actually. Including massages. You can google it, if you want.”
He wiggled his cuffed hands. “I can’t, actually.”
Her lips quirked. “Oh, right. Hang on.”
She left the room to retrieve her phone from her purse, ignoring David as he called out after her. When she returned, she held up the phone to show what she’d been doing, then pulled up an article on the numerous uses for coconut oil. “‘Coconut oil is the perfect oil for massage because it moisturizes the skin while allowing enough glide to work out muscle tension’,” she read aloud with dramatic flair. “See?”
Dropping her phone on the bed, she gave him a look that said she was done with his nonsense. “And now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, we can get started—” she broke off as something occurred to her and held up a finger. “Hang on again,” she told him, turning to depart the room once more.
“Jesus, now what is she doing?” David muttered to himself, his hard-on starting to deflate.
When she returned a few minutes later, after what sounded like another ransacking, she was empty-handed and looked aggrieved. “You don’t have any candles.”
He tilted his head. “I know.”
“Who the hell doesn’t have any candles?”
“Me, for one—well, most men, probably. I mean, the only candles I’ve ever bought were for your bath a few weeks ago and they’re probably still in your bathroom.”
With a tiny frown, Paige went over to the bed and picked up her phone, then began messing with it.
“If you’re ordering some candles on Amazon,” he told her, “they probably won’t get here until Tuesday.”
She gave him an indignant glance. “I’m trying to find some music.”
He watched as she went back to fucking around with her phone, frowning in concentration. This massage was taking a while to get off the ground and he was on the verge of telling her all he needed was her two hands on him, pronto, when she quit what she was doing.
“Screw it,” she murmured and started to put the phone down, only to stop at the last second and mute it first, because the last thing she needed was any interruption from Jules during the next few hours, either in the form of a text or a call. Paige then tossed it onto the bed, not even caring when it slipped off and fell onto the floor, because she had a naked man in front of her who needed her more. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to imagine there are candles burning and soothing, sexy spa music is playing.”
“Why?”
“Because those are supposed to be part of the massage.”
She was obviously disappointed at the lack of candles and music and must’ve thought he would be, too, but he wasn’t. Although … the sexy spa music sounded rather intriguing. “I can do that.” Then, because he just couldn’t resist, he added with exaggerated hesitation, “I’m not going to have to imagine the massage, too, am I?”
Paige tried to look annoyed at being made fun of, but failed utterly. “No.”
“Glad to hear it.” He rattled his chains. “By the way, I’m probably going to need some help turning over.”
“No, you won’t. It’s not that kind of a massage.”
That gave him pause and he blinked at her. “Oh? Then what kind is it?”
“A lingam massage.”
She stepped out of her low-heeled, black sandals. Paige hadn’t known what they might be doing this evening, so she’d gone for a casual, ready-for-anything kind of look and was rocking a khaki, cargo-style jumpsuit, with short sleeves and narrow pant legs rolled up above her ankles. It also sported hammered brass buttons down the front and cinched at the waist with a wide, tie belt.
“Never heard of it.”
“‘Lingam’ is the Sanskrit word for ‘penis’,” she explained, untying her belt before starting to work on the top buttons of the jumpsuit while he watched. “It loosely translates to ‘wand of light’.”
David let that sink in for a minute, his initial amusement at her explanation giving way to an eager anticipation at what was apparently on her agenda. “So, you’re going to massage my ‘wand of light’? Isn’t that basically just a hand job?” he asked, as his hard-on quickly came back to life.
“No, it’s more than that. A lingam massage is meant to be an erotic and sensual experience. The idea is that the receiver totally surrenders themselves to pleasure—pleasure that’s built up slowly, so that an intense orgasm is achieved.”
A flash of crimson lassoed his attention as the top of her jumpsuit fell open. “You seem to know a lot about it,” he said, after a brief pause.
Finished with all the buttons, Paige slowly shrugged out of the sleeves. “I came across it in my research.”
He grinned, knowing that ‘research’ was pretty much code for ‘watching porn’. “Really?”
“There’s also one for women, called the yoni massage.”
He registered what she was telling him, although it was a bit of a struggle to fully comprehend it when he saw the balconette bra she was wearing. The cups were cut very low and barely covered her nipples, which were clearly visible through the sheer, lacy fabric. Clearing his throat, David asked, “I’m guessing ‘yoni’ is the Sanskrit word for ‘vagina’?”
She almost pointed out that he’d said the word ‘vagina’ with hardly any issues, but decided not to. “Good guess. It loosely translates to ‘sacred space’.”
“Maybe I’ll have to do some research on that, so I can learn to massage your ‘sacred space’.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” she told him softly, as her hands started pushing the jumpsuit past her hips. “It’s actually recommended for women who’ve been abused, to help them become comfortable with their bodies again and reclaim their sexuality. It’s also meant to build strong trust between sexual partners.”
David was making a mental note to start researching it as soon as possible, so he could yoni the hell out of her—because, yeah—when the khaki material slid down her legs to the floor, treating him to the sight of her equally sheer, crimson lace panties.
“That’s nice,” he finally managed to say of the lingerie set, the words coming out of his throat like pieces of gravel.
“Thank you.” She climbed onto the bed and made her way up his body on her hands and knees. When she reached his thighs, she stopped to straddle him, getting comfortable. “I was worried it might be too … slutty.”
“You were worried for nothing.” He looked her over again, taking in more details now that she was closer. “It’s just the right amount of …” he trailed off as his eyes zeroed in on something previously overlooked. “Are those crotchless?”
“They are,” she confirmed with a hint of a smile, reaching for the container of coconut oil and unscrewing the lid. With her fingers, Paige scooped out a little chunk of oil, which at room temperature was semi-solid, and looked at him from under her lashes. “I’ll buy you some more. My hands are clean, but you’re probably not going to want to use this particular oil for cooking anymore.”
To be honest, David didn’t know if he’d even be able to cook with any coconut oil ever again, anyway, not once he’d had his cock massaged with it.
In her most soothing voice, Paige instructed him to close his eyes and relax, as she rubbed her hands together until the chunk of oil took on the consistency of lotion. “Breathe in the lavender scent of the aromatherapy candles to tantalize your senses—” she broke off for a second as David’s chest vibrated with a half-laugh. “And let the melodic music flow over you in soothing waves, easing all your tension.”
His eyes were closed and he was smiling, but that faded a little at the first touch of her hands on his abdomen. “Focus on the feel of my hands on your body and the glide of my fingers across your warm, smooth skin. Feel the connection. Absorb the energy I’m giving you and let it heighten your pleasure.”
David did as he was told and soon lost all track of time as he fell into the web of sensuality she was weaving around him. He didn’t know how much the candles and music would’ve added to the experience, because what she was doing didn’t seem to need any added bells and whistles. Her hands were magic, sometimes whisper soft, sometimes firm, and to his surprise, she spent what felt like the first hour not going anywhere near his cock. She got close, massaging his inner thighs, which had been spread wide so she could kneel between them, and worked around his groin. It wasn’t until his entire body was humming with arousal that he felt her fingers touching him intimately.
At the first squeeze of his balls, David released a long sigh, which turned into a deep groan when she moved her other hand to his achingly hard length and began gently stroking up and down. From there, her hands seemed to be everywhere—caressing, petting, and kneading.
Then … he felt his cock semi-sandwiched in between her bare breasts and he opened his eyes and raised his head a little to see what she was up to. He didn’t know when she’d taken off her bra, but it was definitely gone and she was undulating up and down the length of his cock, giving him one hell of a visual that made his balls tighten. “Oh, Jesus fuck,” he mumbled, his head falling back.
Afraid that David was close to coming, but not wanting him to just yet, she slid her way up his body until she was partially laying on him, partially straddling him. Supporting herself with her knees and elbows, she touched his face and smoothed his hair back as she kissed him, slowly and deeply.
He was in the zone. She could feel it in the way his entire body was relaxed, and see it in his blissed-out expression. Truth be told, Paige was firmly in the zone with him, utterly transfixed by the feel of his body underneath her. As she rubbed her wet, swollen clit against his steel erection, she thought about his fantasy—of wanting her to want him so much she was begging for his cock because she needed it, and pulling him inside her. It actually felt like she’d reached that point, her entire body feeling hyper-sensitive, needy, and hungry.
Almost starving.
She’d never been this turned on in her life, and she was suddenly aware of how much she wanted him. It was coursing through her veins, making her skin tingle, and her nipples hard as diamonds. It was enlightening, visceral, and scary as fuck.
Paige was beyond thinking and became guided by instinct. The need to take him inside her body was sudden and fierce, and since she didn’t have to beg (because she was in charge), she gripped his cock and angled it up, just enough to be able to notch the head to her opening. Which, thanks to her crotchless panties, was ready for business.
David had said the use of condoms would be up to her and she had been planning on using them. However, that decision went flying out the window and she was glad it did, because the sensation of pushing down on his bare length was sublime. For the first time in her life, Paige was welcoming the way it felt to be stretched by him and not thinking about how soon it would be over, because she didn’t want it to be over anytime soon. She was completely focused and fully engaged, as she began rocking on him in a rhythm that was heretofore unknown to her.
So fully was she in the moment, in fact, that it took her several seconds to realize that he no longer was. She felt his body lock up underneath her and then he was pulling on his chains, the loud jingling drawing her attention.
“Stop,” he pleaded, the words slightly panicked and unnerved. “Not like this, Paige. Please.”
His plea broke through her pleasure fog and when she looked down at him and saw his expression, her heart almost stopped. The look on his face was one of anxiety, dismay, and … disappointment.
It was painfully obvious he didn’t want this and wanted her to stop.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, staring down at him in horror.
Her heart started to pound like a drum, and yet, the blood in her veins seemed to completely stop flowing. Every inch of her previously tingling skin felt like it went ice-cold as shame like she’d never known overwhelmed her.
She was literally having sex with him against his will.
He said something but Paige couldn’t make out the words. They actually sounded distorted, like they were coming from underwater and she welcomed the disconnect; she was afraid to hear what he was actually saying.
Her limbs stiff and almost uncoordinated, she climbed off him, stumbling slightly in the process, and started grabbing her clothes. She put them on in the order in which she found them, barely realizing that she had bypassed her bra until it was too late, and by then she didn’t give a shit. All the while David’s voice played in the background, like white noise, with a few words like ‘don’t’, ‘stop’, and ‘please’ partially breaking though, but not enough to make a difference.
She didn’t stop to listen, nor did she stop to look at him.
Feeling numb, almost like she was on autopilot, Paige practically ran out of the bedroom and down the hall. She didn’t even hear David yell her name as she grabbed her purse and left.