23 - Bound for the Stage #3
Paloma parted her lips to give an answer that this wasn’t about kink; this was about control. This was about surrendering the grip everyone has on situations around them and finding out how to ride chaos and accidents like chariots. Instead, she gave a demure laugh and replied, “Yes.”
“You can tell me to ‘stop.‘ But until you do, I’m going to do what I think is necessary.” She raised her eyebrow at him. He nodded. She slid the blindfold over his eyes.
With Benny properly incapacitated, she dragged her hand down the side of his face.
He moved with her touch like a cat desperate to be pet harder.
She drifted her fingers to his chest, the chest that had to be in perfect, sculpted shape because of the ruthless camera lens absorbing each dimension he had as a human and spitting back a flattened copy.
Again, he arched into her touch, but this time as if he were trying to guide her hand.
Paloma took Benny’s face between her two fingers. “What are you doing?”
“What?” he asked. A soft note of genuine confusion, an aftertaste of puckish coy. “I’m just sitting here.”
“You’re trying to show me which direction to touch you.”
One side of Benny’s mouth flicked upward then settled. “Sorry. Force of habit.”
“Do you have any control in this situation?”
He was silent.
She asked again, “Do you have any control in this situation?”
“No.”
“Then remember that.”
She wasn’t completely sure about what she was going to do next. There was a flash in her mind of sinking her teeth into him, devouring every inch of him. His chest was smooth, gleaming, with a waxy shine. Her fingertips circled his belly button then moved lower.
“You just waltzed in here and gave me full access to your body,” she said, settling her hands on the waistband of his pants. “I could do whatever I wanted to you right now. You could stop me.”
Benny swallowed. “I wouldn’t even try to.”
Paloma unzipped his fly, his erection sprouting and firm under the metal teeth. She heard him swallow again and paused, her hand resting on the outline that ran so clear under the cloth of his underwear. She hadn’t even seen the full size of it yet, and she could tell it was enormous.
“I was told you were a cocky bastard before we even started working together,” she said, tracing the shape she was dying to expose. “I didn’t know they meant physically.”
Benny smirked. With his eyes covered and his wrists bound, Paloma found it endearing.
“You probably should have. I’ve heard big-dicked men tend to be …”
“Assholes?”
“Yeah.” Benny laughed. “I was hoping maybe I wasn’t, but yeah.”
Paloma closed her hand tightly around his cock. Benny inhaled sharply, his body pitching forward, as if worried she was going to tear it off.
“You were an asshole, but now you’re going to be a perfect little angel, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” Benny swallowed again. “Anything you say.”
She pulled down the elastic and let his erection rise up. Her fingers coasted up and down the shaft, circling the girth, enjoying the weight of it. Good—he was properly aroused, ready for what she had planned.
“Now that I know you want this,” she said, stepping back from him, “it’s time for you to focus on what I want.”
She heard his breathing quicken as she moved away. The sound of her removing her pants made him tilt his head, trying to track her movements in the darkness of the blindfold.
“Don’t move,” she commanded, stepping closer to him again. She slid her panties off and kicked them out of the way. She positioned herself so her thighs were near his face, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin. “I want you to smell.”
A nervous giggle escaped his lips, but he obeyed, inhaling deeply. His breath caught.
“That’s it. Just focus on breathing in and out. Move toward my scent.”
Tentatively, he leaned forward, his face searching. The scent grew stronger as his nose and mouth reached her inner thighs. When the bridge of his nose brushed against her labia, she breathed in sharply.
“Don’t think at all,” she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. “Just let your face and mouth do what they want to do. Be natural. What I’ll enjoy most is you just letting go.”
At first he was tentative, soft kisses against her thighs, gentle exploration. But as her scent and taste filled his senses, his enthusiasm grew. His tongue found her clit, and she gasped, her hands finding his hair for support.
She began to move against his face, gently at first, then with more pressure. He responded eagerly, his bound hands forgotten as he lost himself in pleasuring her. She ground against him harder and harder, chasing her building orgasm.
“That’s it,” she moaned, “just like that. Don’t stop.”
The heat built inside her until she was grinding against his face with abandon, using his mouth for her pleasure while he remained helpless beneath her. When her orgasm finally crashed over her, she cried out, her thighs trembling against his cheeks.
Only when she’d caught her breath did she move to straddle his hips, finally ready to take him inside her.
Paloma wrapped her fingers into Benny’s hair and straddled his lap.
With her free hand, she positioned his cock directly under her but only lowered enough for the tip to find its way into her pussy then lifted back up.
He gasped and she immediately pulled back, leaving his cock straining for her wetness.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please.”
“Please what? What should I do?”
“Please, fuck me.”
“You sure?” She bit her lip as she gently moved the head of his cock into position. She rocked forward and back, watching his face twitch with every movement. “All right, I will. But only because you asked so sweetly.”
Paloma lowered herself slowly, this time letting the length of him fill her entirely.
She rose and fell on his cock, and even when she bounced up so high she thought he’d slip out, she never got to the tip of him.
Most guys had just length or just thickness, but he had both; he had it all.
It occurred to her that this truly was why he was the way he was.
The thought was replaced by a wordless moan as the head of his dick connected with resistance inside her cunt.
“God, I feel like I can’t even get all of you in,” she breathed, her hips working harder, her thrusts taking more and more energy. Her fingers flitted across her clit; a quick spasm of pleasure shivered through her.
“I know you can.” Benny’s body tipped backward against the couch. “You can do anything.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Paloma picked up speed as sweat began to gather along her hairline and the top of her lips.
She felt like she was flying, or swimming, or riding a horse.
She wasn’t exactly sure which of those things she was doing or if it was some beautiful, tangled-up combination of all three.
Her orgasm crested so suddenly inside of her that she was startled and stunned for a moment, trying to catch her breath, come, and pull Benny’s hair at the same time.
“Jesus, god,” she managed as she shuddered, shivered, dropped her weight onto his lap. “Holy fuck, that felt amazing.”
She climbed off of his lap, though it was a more awkward move than she had anticipated.
Her legs were weak and trembling, even when she wasn’t standing.
There was a new type of dizziness she had never experienced.
It reminded her of the heady rush she got after a performance, the spike of adrenaline finding a route through her bloodstream.
“I didn’t come yet,” Benny said as Paloma lay splay-legged on the couch beside him. Her arm was draped over her eyes; she was breathing heavy.
“That’s not my problem, Benny,” she told him, still making no move to untie him. “I said I’d fuck you. I never said I’d make you come.”
She pulled off the blindfold, smiling brightly into his confused face.
When they made eye contact, Benny laughed and shook his head. “I’m used to people really going out of their way to make me happy,” he explained.
“That sounds like a control thing, huh?”
As the binds were undone and clothing returned to normal, Benny crossed to the table where the box of pastries was sitting, red and white thread still unbroken.
“See? Look at me being so considerate,” he said, picking up the box. “I remembered to take it with me.”
“Okay, but hold on.” Paloma untied the string and selected two of the better pastries then closed the box again. “I want some. I just know I’ll eat all of them.”
“Maybe someone ought to tie you up and use you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
She led him to the door and could tell by the expression on his face that he wasn’t sure how to end this. It hadn’t been a normal encounter on any level—as colleagues, as performers, even as lovers. It fit into no category and made no sense.
“So,” he said, standing in the alcove, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Paloma nodded. “Tomorrow.”
Benny moved, then hesitated, then bent forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for today. Whatever this was.”
She could still see the outline of his erection against his pants as she closed the door.
***
The next day, Paloma got to the theater extra early.
She was tired of sitting around her apartment and figured she might as well go sit around somewhere else while she waited for rehearsal to start.
There was a code lock on the door, so she punched in the combination, ready to enter the dank darkness that seemed to be universal in every theater.
What she hadn’t been ready for was Benny sitting in the back of the house, staring at nothing.
“What are you doing here?” she asked as she swung the lobby door shut. “Rehearsal doesn’t start for over two hours.”
“I don’t know really,” he said with a shrug. He didn’t look scared or worried. No deer-in-headlights or lost child countenance like she had seen before.
“So, you’re just sitting here for no reason?”
“Not no reason. I guess”—he shifted in his seat, leaning toward her—“I was thinking about yesterday and how much that helped me.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”