Chapter Twenty #2
“I am cuffed to your bed,” I said, my eyes lingering on her chest. “Completely yours to control. We made a bet. I lost. You won.” My gaze trailed up. “And now you have control.” I locked eyes with her. “Take your prize.”
A body.
A woman.
Sex.
Her mouth fell open and closed before she managed to gather her words. “Oh … wow, you don’t—you don’t want to know why I—”
“You said you have receipts, correct?”
She frowned a little. “Yeah, but—”
“Then I will see them later,” I said. “But I want you now. Your choice of clothing is very distracting, so even if you chose to tell me anything now, I would not listen.”
She breathed in deeply, then exhaled. “You’re not angry? You don’t want to talk first?”
“We will later.”
She nodded, letting an appreciative smile fall to her lips as she sighed in relief, leaning down to kiss me.
I accepted it, kissing her back, her soft lips a familiar brush against mine.
When she pulled away, she looked at me with a softness in her eyes. “I appreciate your understanding. You don’t know how much I’ve been overthinking ways to tell you what happened and still have this time with you.”
“Hm.”
“Would you like me to uncuff—”
“No,” I cut in immediately, and she frowned as I quickly added, “please leave the cuffs on; I will tell you when I want them off.”
She shot me a sly smile. “So, you are into kinky things, you big whore.”
“I am into whatever you are into … little slut,” I told her. “Just don’t go overboard.”
“No worries.” She grinned, bringing her lips to my ear. “You can trust me,” she whispered, kissing my cheek before getting off me and taking off her robe.
My eyes followed her movements, locked to her ass, her hips, her legs.
A body.
A woman.
Sex.
I chanted again in my head, blocking any emotions from this.
“Sooooo…” she dragged out, bringing a small purple box to light before turning and beaming nervously at me.
I short-circuited.
The emotional drive forced its way through.
My chest expanded, but my mind shrank that expansion almost immediately. The wall over my chest pushed out any of the lightness that bloomed whenever I caught her smile.
“I most definitely have not been planning this for a while, and I most definitely did not lure you into that conversation because I knew I would win the bet,” she said, her tone a little smug.
I didn’t speak.
“I got a toy.” She bit her bottom lip, placing the box at the edge of the bed. “Nothing serious … but I’ve been waiting for it to go on the market for a while.”
“A toy…” I let the words trail off before adding, “A sex toy?”
She nodded.
“For who?” I asked, and she must have heard the thick question in my voice.
Her eyes widened. “Oh no! Nothing like that … You are enough for me. Although … it’s for you…”
“I do not do—”
“No penetration, don’t worry.”
I visibly relaxed.
“But, um…” She smiled. “This is … a little more intense,” she said, opening the box. “Have you ever heard of a cock ring?”
I tilted my head as she brought the object out of the box. It was purple and long, with two circular hoops and a thin silicone plane over it.
I did not know what I was looking at.
“That is supposed to be around me?” I asked her, meeting her bright, deranged gaze as she reached for a remote-like device in the box.
“Yeah, and it’s an e-stim.”
“Elaborate.”
She inspected it. “It’s an electrostimulation device, has different intensity levels, and touches every sensory organ and stops you from coming; it also gets you hard … really hard,” she informed me.
“And you control it.”
Brown eyes, dark and lustful, rose to meet mine. “I control it.” Something in her voice darkened as she reached inside the box again, pulling out what I could decipher was an eye mask.
“I assume that is for me, also?”
“Yes.”
“Why do I need to cover my eyes?”
She didn’t answer, but she picked up the box from the bed and discarded it somewhere before she crawled up to me; my eyes took her in, her soft movements above my body, tentative … sensual. It made my head spin.
She looked so beautiful. Bewitching. So mine.
My cock stirred in my briefs, and the bulge became evident. I was livid, I was hard, and I somehow … wanted this, curious to see what she would do to me, how much she could make me fold into her—even in this state.
I responded to her, and I shouldn’t. At least not this much, not this completely.
She smiled softly at me. “You’ll see,” she told me. “Do you trust me?”
I watched her, my eyes searching hers, unable to hide my visible swallow. I would have been able to answer that question without hesitation before, but now I hesitated, supplying a tiny nod.
A lie. A false truth. I didn’t trust her … just like I didn’t trust myself. But I needed a release of this anger, something to take away the tightness in my chest, the hotness in my head.
I needed this. Her.
My chanting was forgotten.
It wasn’t just a body. It was Zahra’s body.
It wasn’t just a woman. It was Zahra. My woman.
It wasn’t just sex. It was her.
And I still can’t understand myself.
“Let me take care of you,” she said, kissing my lips. “You don’t have to see what I’m doing; you just have to feel it. Is that okay?”
Feel … Was she reading my mind? Did she somehow see in my eyes that the last thing I wanted to do was feel? Could she sense my turmoil?
“Elio?”
“Yes, it’s okay.”
She smiled before placing the mask over my eyes—and I was plunged into darkness. My heart picked up its pace, and I felt her hand on my chest, her lips on my neck, and my anticipation … grew.
I couldn’t see what she was doing; I could only feel it.
A warm tongue licked down my collarbone as her body moved, along with her lips, kissing down my chest, torso, and the hard plane of my stomach, down to the lines that led to where my straining cock dwelled.
“I want to taste every inch of your skin,” I heard her say, her breath on my skin causing a different sensation.
She rubbed me softly through my briefs, her warm palm edging my arousal.
I parted my lips, letting my breaths come out.
I felt her fingers on the hem of my briefs, pulling them off my body, and then I felt her hand on me, wrapping around my cock, which was rock hard, a subject to my woman’s hand, allowing whatever torture she had for it without a fight.
I felt myself growing harder as she stroked softly.
Her hand took the precum, dragging it down my length, and then I felt her warm tongue licking from my tip to the base.
I hissed.
“You have the most attractive and beautiful cock I’ve ever seen; you know that?”
“Should I thank you?” I ground out.
“I didn’t say you could respond.”
I didn’t speak after that.
She sucked me into her mouth, and my world rocked; feeling her hand on my naked thigh as she worked me to total hardness, the sensations heightened—I was surprised, wondering if this was because I couldn’t see what was happening.
Her hand felt so good wrapped around me, and my heart was hammering. I felt a rush of excitement, a budding expectancy I couldn’t explain.
I swallowed as she kissed the throbbing length like it deserved a little peck for being so responsive to her touch.
I felt her shift and then a soft click. Nothing happened for about six seconds, but then her hand was suddenly on me, and I bucked up a little, not expecting her grip, and then something came around my length.
It was the toy she’d shown me; I felt a tight hold against the head of my cock and the base—locked in place, and the feel of it alone, wrapping me like a vise, had my lips parting to suck in a sharp breath.
It felt different … good.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I said, sounding almost breathless as I felt her body move again, and I felt her familiar weight above me. Her hand grazed my chin.
“Good. I like you like this. You’re so fucking hot like this.”
“Hm,” I ground out; it was hoarse and rasping.
“Things might get a bit intense, so I’ll give you a safe word in case you feel over—”
“?Me estás insultando?”
I heard her chuckle, and I could imagine how her eyes narrowed and shone without seeing her. That was how much I had mastered her expressions, how I knew the kind of face she made after speaking, how I had recognized the smugness in her voice seconds before she had drugged me.
Even then, I decided to ignore the slight tightness in my stomach until I couldn’t stand and lost all control of my body.
“I’m not insulting you. We need to be safe, so I think we need one.”
“I won’t need it,” I told her firmly.
“Still,” she said, and I felt her thumb trace my bottom lip. “I’ll give you one.” Her teeth clamped down on my unsuspecting lip, her tongue replacing her thumb as she softly said, “One of my favorite colors…” She trailed off, her teeth biting gently and releasing as she whispered, “Red.”
I gulped down. “I will not use it.”
“Let’s hope you don’t,” she said, tapping my cheek softly. “Give me a moment; I’ll be back.”
Movements—and then she was off me, the soft patter of her footsteps and a door opening and closing, then …
Silence.
A silence so heavy even my thoughts couldn’t find a space to infiltrate and torment me.
After a short while, she was back, the door closed, and I heard soft movements and her footsteps here and there, on my left, and then my right …
“What are you doing?”
“Fixing the temperature of the room,” she said, and then light shuffling sounds followed.
“What are you doing now?”
“Getting naked.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
A moment later, I felt her on the bed again above me.
“I have a few rules,” she said, the mischief in her aura making my stomach jump, her skin grazing against my waist area. “Don’t flinch or move while I explore you … if you do, I’ll dial up the intensity of the ring around your cock. For every flinch, there is a repercussion. Am I clear?”
“Hm.”
“A yes or no, Elio.”
“Yes, you are clear, Zahra.” I didn’t understand why I would flinch. What was she planning?
“No. Call me ma’am.”
“Te estás divirtiendo con esto. ?Verdad?”