Chapter 39 #2
I turn her around so she’s facing the wall, take the stress ball back, and untie her hands.
I place her hands on the wall near her head, and she sucks in a breath as I run my own hands up the outsides of her thighs.
I loop my fingers over the straps of her thong and pull it down her legs.
She steps out of it and kicks it aside off the toe of her shoe.
I press myself against her back and reach around to start unbuttoning her shirt with one hand as my other splays against her stomach.
“Are you ready for this?” I breathe against her ear.
She nods, and I pop the last button on her shirt open. She gasps as I slip my hand inside her bra to knead her breast and pinch her nipple. My other hand slips down between her legs to massage her clit, and she lets out a moan.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Because I’m about to do things to you I have a feeling you’ve never experienced.”
She nods again.
“Don’t move,” I say as I let go of her and head back to my box. I return a moment later with a bottle of lube and a plug. It’s bigger than the one I put in her for the fundraiser, but she’s ready for it.
I show her the plug. “Can you take this?”
She nods, and I lube up the plug.
“Spread your legs wider and push your ass out,” I tell her.
She does as I ask, and I press the plug to her hole. She tenses, but I reach around to massage her clit some more.
“Relax your muscles, baby. It will go in easier if you’re not so tense.”
Her body eases just a little, and I press the plug forward as my fingers continue to work her clit. She whimpers as the plug stretches her open, and I stop to give her a few seconds to adjust.
My cock is nearly erect again. I wish it was me pushing into her tight little ass, but she’s definitely not ready to take me yet. I’ll enjoy getting her ready, though.
I push the plug forward again, and it pops past the outer ring of muscle. Gray lets out a soft noise.
“Color?” I ask.
It’s a couple seconds before she lets out a deep breath. “Green.”
“Good girl,” I say as I turn her around. “Now come with me.”
I take her hand and lead her to the armchair next to the bed.
“Sit down,” I tell her, “and scoot forward so your ass is near the end.”
She does as I ask, and I move behind the chair.
“Put your arms up,” I order, and she does. I grab her wrists and pull them over her head against the back of the chair. There are hidden cords attached there, and I tie her hands.
A surprising number of women enjoy restraint, and Gray appears to be one of them. She shifts in the chair as I come back around to face her. In my hand is an adjustable strap I keep under it.
Gray shifts again, but far from looking uncomfortable, the movement looks sensuous, like she’s trying to entice me. Fucking hell.
“What is that?” she asks.
I only smile at her and start to wrap the nylon strap around her thigh just above her knee.
Velcro isn’t the sexiest thing, but it’s fast and it holds well as I secure the strap around her leg.
Then I feed the strap under the chair to the other side and pull on it.
Her leg that’s tied snaps open against the arm of the chair, and Gray lets out a soft, “Oh!”
I quickly loop the other end of the strap around to secure her second thigh, then pull the buckle clip that shortens the strap. Her other leg is yanked back against the arm of the chair so her thighs are spread wide for me while her hands are secured to the top of the chair.
She’s completely spread open and at my mercy now.
“Ash, what are you-,” she starts to ask, but I press a finger to her lips.
“Sshh now,” I say. “I don’t think you’re ready for a gag yet, so I need you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me, alright?”
Her eyes widen at the mention of the gag, but she nods and watches me. I take a moment to look at her splayed out, ready for me to do whatever I want.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, and she nods again.
My cock is hard already, but it’s her turn to come before I fuck her.
I get on my knees between her legs and pull her breast out of her bra.
Her nipples are relatively small for the size of her breasts, but they’re the perfect shade of rosy pink.
They’re peaked already, but I intend to get them harder and more swollen.
Gray cries out as I close my mouth over the nipple and begin to suck hard. She’s trying to be quiet as she squirms in the chair, but she can’t manage it. Her stifled noises are even better than a gag, and I grow harder.
I switch to her other breast as I thumb her clit, and she starts falling apart at the seams already as she fights against the restraints that hold her fast. It’s so God damn hot.
I’m not sure why her body is so responsive, but I intend to take full advantage and see how many orgasms I can give her.
I pull away from her breast and lower my head between her legs.
She cries out and her hips thrust up as my mouth closes over her clit to suck on it.
I put my tongue to work licking every part of her sweet, needy pussy, and she screams as I plunge my tongue into her cunt.
I have to press her hips down to keep her from bowing off the chair, but her bucking only arouses me more.
“Ash! Please!” she yells, and I feel her pussy start to pulse. I double down as I push two fingers inside her and curl them up as my tongue flicks against her clit.
She comes a second later, and I can barely hold her in place as she throws her head back against the chair with a cry and tries to clamp her legs shut. The strap holds them open, and I continue to lap at her pussy as her body eases with the last throes of her climax.
“Good girl,” I say as I look up at her from between her legs. “I bet you have another one in you, though.”
Her eyes fly open wide. “What?”
“You’re going to come for me again before I fuck you,” I tell her.
She shakes her head frantically. “Ash, no! I can’t,” she says.
“You can and you will,” I tell her. I dip my head down and run my tongue all the way up the length of her pussy. “Unless you have something specific to say about that?” I challenge.
I meet her eyes. She knows what I mean, but I see the defiance in her expression. She doesn’t want to red light me our first time doing this. I don’t plan to push her too much, but she’s nowhere near her limit yet.
I dip my head between her legs again, and Gray groans as my mouth begins to work.
She writhes and whimpers beneath me as I push her unrelentingly toward another orgasm, this time working the plug in her ass as well.
It’s only a few minutes more before her body shudders with the pleasure of a second release.
Her cry of satisfaction is long and languid this time. I always love the sound of a woman coming under my tongue, but with Gray, that sound is nothing short of Mozart.
I ease back to sit on my heels as Gray pants in the chair, and I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her rapture. Strands of hair stick to her temples, and her cheeks are flushed beautifully as her mouth hangs open, lips red and wet.
I stand and undo the straps from her legs before untying her hands. Her arms fall limp at her sides, and I chuckle as she goes boneless.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say as I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bed. “We have to work on your stamina. I’m just getting started.”
I lay her down on the bed before going around to take the box off it.
There’s so much I want to do to her, so far I want to push her body, but if I try to do too much too soon, I may put her off.
I’m already pushing things farther than I should for a first experience, but her little schoolgirl schtick snapped something inside me.
I need to fuck her, so she needs to hang on a little longer.
I work slowly as I pull the restraints up from the corners of the bed, giving her time to rest. She watches me as I go but remains quiet.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that sometimes the women who enjoy bondage are the ones you’d least expect to like it.
Take that VP of the big insurance firm I dated once. She was the epitome of the poised corporate type, a ‘barracuda in the boardroom,’ from what her colleagues said of her. She was always in control, always one step ahead of everyone else in her job.
When I got her into the bedroom, though, she became the perfect submissive, obeying commands immediately and doing whatever I asked.
I learned eventually it was her way of relaxing.
In real life, she always had to be ‘on,’ always had to be the one calling the shots, and it occurred to me one day she found it exhausting.
When she stepped into the bedroom with me, she could let all of that go.
She could hand over complete control to someone else and revel in the freedom of letting them make decisions for a while without it affecting her life or career.
With Gray, it’s not quite the same thing, but I suspect it’s similar. Gray is an academic, a scholar and a researcher, but I’ve learned she overthinks and over analyzes, and I see the stress it puts on her.
I suspect Gray is open to being a submissive because it means she doesn’t have to think. By putting me in charge of her pleasure, she’s free to simply feel.
I look down at the woman on the bed, her body half-curled on her side as she waits for me to tell her what to do. She still has her clothes on, and I try to decide if I want her to take them off or if I want to fuck her with the schoolgirl uniform on.
I decide on something in between.
“Take off your shirt and bra,” I tell her, “and lay on your back.”
My little professor wants to feel, so I’ll make her feel.