Trust Me II, page 3
“What would you like?” he asked softly. “I can tie you up and use your favorite toys or I could just ride you a bit longer until you can’t walk come morning.”
“I’m not sure.” She could feel the blush creeping up her neck as she thought about what he was asking her.
“Tell me,” he insisted, pinching her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. “It’s dark, private and your inhibitions are hidden. Do you want your kit or sleep?” Sandra sighed. She may feel invincible with her new title of wife, but she was still very much the shy country girl who left Kansas two weeks ago.
“Tell me,” he urged again. Sandra drew a deep breath to steady her nerves.
“Your kinky kit,” she whispered.
“It’s your kinky kit my love, not mine. Ask for it again.”
“I can’t,” she said barely above a whisper.
“I thought you liked how you felt when we used them?”
“I do, but I don’t know how to say what I want.”
“You pretend to be so proper and innocent, but you love playing as much as I do. Just tell me what you want me to do to you?”
“The cuffs,” she said, feeling her blush burn her skin.”
“And?” he urged further.
“The wand.”
“Is that all?” Sandra sighed; he was not letting her off the hook until she told him exactly what she wanted.
“You can use the damn clamps too,” she growled louder than she had wanted, causing him to laugh again.
“I believe I have created a monster,” he teased kissing her neck. “An orgasm crazed monster, if I recall.”
“You brought me up here to demonstrate your manliness, not to spend the evening taking.” Sandra felt irritated with his teasing, though her ire was slowly diminishing.
“So impatient,” he told her. “So, my beloved, do you want the usual heat or shall we enjoy our evening and take it slow.”
“I don’t think you know how to take it slow,” she teased as he began caressing her hips.
“I can if you want, but I know how much you really enjoy it hard and fast. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.” Sandra smiled, biting her lower lip.
“I love everything you do, everything you make me feel. I put my trust and my love in your capable hands.” He leaned into her and kissed her passionately for a few very brief moments then stood up off the bed once again and flipped on the side table lamp. He untucked the blanket at the foot of the bed and tugged sharply; laughing at the unexpected screech she gave as she nearly tumbled off the side. Sandra secured her position on the clean blue sheets, feeling the anxiety and nerves begin to mount inside her again, sending tingles down her stomach to her lower regions.
Creighton picked up the black bag of toys and walked back to her, smiling while he sat it on the edge of the bed and unzipped it, removing the wand, nipple clamps and glass vibrator. Sandra bit her lip to stifle the giggle when he held up the handcuffs and the spandex wrist band.
“Which one would you like?” he asked her with a raised eyebrow. Sandra couldn’t resist any longer and laughed. “What’s so amusing?” He asked her with a slight frown.
“Why is it you want me to tell you what to do, when you already know what I want, sometimes even before I do?” He grinned tossing the spandex across her tummy and moving the bag back to the floor.
“I have spent the past two years studying you, remember? I know your heart and your soul better than I know my own.” He moved up on the bed, holding her gaze a willing prisoner as he slowly approached her.
“Ready?” he asked a moment later watching her nod eagerly, stretching her arms above her head. His smile widened as she batted her eyelashes innocently up at him.
“Whenever you are,” she said softly causing him to laugh
“You never cease to amaze me, Sandra. I love how trusting you are and how eager.” He straddled her stomach, taking her hand in his and kissing each finger in turn, nipping the soft pad of her palm. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, feeling the stirring sensations begin to tingle down her abdomen to settle between her legs again.
“You have never given me a reason not to trust you, Creighton, and I highly doubt you ever would.”
“No I wouldn’t,” he assured her, slipping her hand into the stretchy band and leaning over her, securing her wrists together between the rungs on the headboard. He sat back on his knees above her and smiled.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” He asked her, looking deep into her bright green eyes.
“Not within in the last twenty minutes,” she told him.
“I must be slipping,” he said with a firm tone, his hands cupping her breasts, gently squeezing them with his palms as his forefinger and thumb began to pinch her nipples, tugging on them until they were hard and erect. His reached to the small pile of items awaiting them and took the nipple clamps, holding them up for her to see and smiled as she bit her bottom lip again.
“We’ll use these very gently tonight,” he said. “I just want you sensitive, not sore.”
“But I thought you wanted to love me until I couldn’t walk?”
“Yes, but I don’t want you so sore that you pull away from me when I touch you. I just want you to remember our wedding night when you walk…or sit…or move.” Sandra laughed again as he clamped the gold and diamond objects across her erect nipples and tightened them just a little, causing her to draw a deep breath. Creighton gently ran his thumbs across her imprisoned nipples and smiled as she moaned.
“Perfect,” he said then climbed off her and walked back to the end of the bed. He ran his fingertips gently up the inside of her legs then spread them wide and cuffing each to the footboard.
“Time to play,” he whispered causing Sandra to laugh; the excitement echoed in his deep tone as he walked to her side once again. The warmth of his tongue caressed the tips of her exposed nipples, sending waves of heated desire to travel across her bare skin. Creighton’s lips moved slowly down her sternum, kissing her tummy as he moved his lips and tongue across her abdomen to the blue initials, tracing each curve with the tip of his tongue.
She moaned again, her need deepening, the moisture against her thighs was driving her crazy. Creighton walked back to the black bag and removed the leather riding crop; slowly caressing her inner thighs with the tip. Sandra closed her eyes tightly, biting her bottom lip and smiling. The anticipation caused waves of chills to travel along her lower limbs as the muscles in her abdomen clenched. She was growing hot with memories of the many times he had used the leather crop and she could actually feel the need mounting with her thoughts.
He slid the soft, cool leather across her hairless crotch, tickling the sensitive skin; tracing his initials with the tip until she giggled softly. He looked at her with a wicked grin; her body quivered in anticipation and he flipped the crop with a quick flick of his wrist, causing her to jump as the sting traveled across her bare flesh. She had no choice but to smile when he laughed softly; the warm familiar sound embedded itself into her conscious and she found herself actually relaxing, anticipating his next move.
Over and over again he caressed the leather across her and when she was unprepared he would flip it; up her sternum, flip, around her breasts, flip, down her sides, flip and then back between her legs, flip, flip, flip. Sandra was breathless, panting and moaning against his gentle, erotic torture certain she could bear no more, but he when he stopped, she frowned.
“Hey?” she complained and he laughed again.
“Did you want something?” he asked her, his tone filled with a humor she knew was at her expense.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I have other plans for you; that is unless you really want me to make you come?” Sandra bit her lip in order to stifle the giggle.
“Continue as you choose,” she said smiling at him.
“And so I shall,” he assured her, his warm hand caressing her body from breast to foot and back up again until Sandra felt the heat pooling between her legs.
“So eager,” he whispered, his fingers caressing and massaging the moist skin between her labia. Sandra moaned again, her head falling backward slightly, her chest heaving with each deep pant.
She felt the cool tip of the smooth glass vibrator press against her opening and sighed, preparing herself for the onslaught of passion. The gentle buzzing began and she found herself holding her breath to control her desire for a quick climax as he inserted it, twisting it from side to side and then back out again.
“Do you like that?” he asked her in a deep whisper. Sandra nodded but knew he wouldn’t accept her silent answer.
“Very much,” she panted and bit her lower lip. She knew he was smiling at her without even looking at him. He inserted the glass tube again, twisting it from side to side and then pulled it back out, only to repeat his actions several more times.
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any wetter without coming, but look what you’re doing,” he teased, his long fingers caressing her clitoris causing her to moan again. “Want more?” His words were like magic making the muscles of her vagina constrict against the vibration when he turned up the speed, not waiting nor needing an answer. He pushed the glass object into her further then moved away to allow her time to adjust to the sensations burning to life inside her.
He moved about the room but she didn’t look at him; the frantic vibration inside her was making her forget everything else except her desire. The slow hum of the wand made her feel dizzy even before he touched her with it. She knew she was nearly there and when he pressed the ball against her throbbing clitoris she cried out; her muscles clenching around the glass vibrator sending her further into the realm of orgasm. Creighton continued to slowly massage her body with the soft buzzing sensation of the want, pressing it upwards when he reached the opening of her vagina, the glass vibrator thrust further against her cervix. Sandra cried out again, struggling against the restraints holding her firm and relentless to the mattress. Her inability to move made the frustration and desire reach new heights and she heard herself scream out his name, her lungs heaving for air.
His actions slowed for a few brief moments to allow her time to calm; the vibration inside her stopped, the ball of the wand moved to massage her inner thighs and she found her throat growing dry as she panted wildly for oxygen, beads of perspiration lay across her naked body like a damp sheet. She was amazed at how easily it was for her to experience such deep orgasms, over and over again.
“Ready for more?” he asked and she shook her head, smiling.
“I need a drink first.” The humming of the wand ceased and the glass tube was removed from her quivering body. Sandra watched as he walked to the bedside table next to them and unscrewed the cap to one of the bottles of water.
“I’ll release you for a few moments or for the rest of the night, whichever you choose. Are you tired my love?” He slipped her wrists out of the elastic band and helped her sit up on the bed. The cool air of the room made her shiver as the moisture of sweat across her torso was touched by the breeze from the vent above the bed.
“No, just thirsty,” she assured him. “I think I can go a little longer.” Creighton handed her the plastic bottle then sat on the bed next to her. She sipped the cool island water in silence for a few seconds before handing the bottle to him and watching him swallow a large mouthful.
“Is this going to be the norm?” she questioned, watching the frown crease his brows. “Love making, I mean. Are you going to tie me down every night and make love to me until I can’t move?”
“Not every night.” He smiled at her and winked. “We’ll keep this kind of kinky sex for special occasions.”
“Such as?”
“Wedding nights for one; birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, sports events, when we move into our new house, when we buy a new toy, when we see something in our favorite colors, when the dog has puppies, that sort of thing.”
“I see,” she laughed, taking the water from him. “So only on very rare occasions?”
“Exactly.” Creighton’s said, watching her swallow another drink from the bottle before handing it back to him; she then laid down and stretched her arms above her head
“So long as it’s a special night for us, I suppose I can consent to your perverted alter ego.” He set the bottle aside and reached for the elastic band, slipping her wrists into it once again and securing her to the headboard.
“This is the first of many special nights for us, darling.” Creighton kissed her moist lips once more, this time lingering a little longer as their tongues battled and sparred against each other. His hot mouth moved slowly across her neck and down her sternum, kissing and nipping the skin as he went. His tongue caressed the round globes of her breasts, bathing them with moisture that instantly cooled beneath his breath. When he at last leaned over her nipples she moaned, her back arching upwards toward his mouth.
“Do you want these off?” he asked her, his warm breath against her breasts, the tip of his nose caressing her imprisoned nipples, sending waves of pain and pleasure along her nerve endings to settle between her legs.
“I’m good for now,” she assured him in a quiet whisper and watched as he stood up and walked to the end of the bed, the smile curving his lips assured her he was thinking of something dark and fun.
“So, what wicked, perverted things shall I do to you now?” he asked her as he leaned over her naked body, his lips brushing against her crotch. Sandra drew a deep breath and held it as the wand’s ball pressed against her clitoris and the humming began again. It was so easy for him to tease her, her legs so wide her labia opened, her swollen clitoris throbbing between her lips. The ball began to tease her, caressing and teasing her as she lay in anticipation of his next move.
“Breathe my love,” he told her and she instantly exhaled, unaware that she was still holding her breath. Creighton continued his slow torture until she felt dizzy and hot, then without warning he unfastened the cuffs around her ankles and softly slapped her outer hips.
“Up wench,” he ordered, lifting her legs in the air and gently massaged the backs of them. “I want this to be deep and hard.” Creighton climbed onto the end of the bed between her legs and slipped easily into her wet vagina, growling gently when her muscles tightened around him. Sandra watched him in awe while he moved in and out of her with a steady, fluid action before the familiar, welcoming dizziness again began to overtake her.
As his movements picked up momentum, moving harder, quicker inside her, she found herself lost in the sensations of desire and love, her body tingling with anticipation, her stomach clenching with need. She was growing frustrated with the inability to touch him and her hands balled into tight fists. She needed to feel more, she wanted to wrap her fingers in his thick dark hair and pull him down to her but she couldn’t do more than grip the wrung of the headboard she was tethered to.
“Frustrating?” he asked her, making her aware he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Yes,” she growled as he thrust into her again, listening to his soft laugh. A few long, hard strokes more and she felt the insanity that always preceded her release, hearing his deep primal growl as the heat of passion wash over her. She joined him in a climax that equaled his in urgency and strength; her hips lifting slightly against him as she called out his name, her muscles clenching around him tighter as he continued to spill his seed into her. His grip on her legs was hard and demanding as they rode the wave of orgasm for several long moments before he collapsed onto her chest.
They lay against each other panting, heat and sweat encasing them in the afterglow of sensations, the gold and diamond clamps across her nipples pressed against his strong chest as he breathed, causing a twinge to echo through the firm muscles of her breasts. Creighton reached up and unfastened the elastic band, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck as he moved above her, resting his weight on his forearms and kissing her neck, tasting the salty moisture that lay across her delicate flesh.
“Was that good for you?” he asked, amusement in his deep tone. Sandra felt like slapping him, but she was exhausted beyond belief. All she could do was lay beneath him panting, then she remembered a joke she heard her grandfather tell his friends one night during poker and she began to laugh. Creighton rose up on his wrists above her, the frown pulling his brows together made her realize he thought she was laughing at him, which made her laugh even harder.
“I don’t think I’ve had a woman laugh after I’ve made love to her before,” he said, the sound of a bruised ego echoed in his deep tone.
“It’s not that,” she answered. “I was thinking of one of Papa’s jokes.”
“Do you often think of jokes after we’ve had sex?”
“No, this is a first.”
Relief shined in his eyes as he rolled off her, stretching out on the bed next to her. He pulled the clamps from her breasts in a quick jerk, smiling as she yelped in surprise.
“So what’s the joke?” he asked, turning over briefly to set the clamps on the bedside table, then rolled back and began to massage her breasts gently with his large hand.
“There are two farmers talking,” she began with a wide smile. “One owned a corn field, the other a wheat field. The first farmer said ‘I’m tired of all these teenagers; they come into my fields and leave beer bottles, cigarette butts and used condoms all over the place. They are making a mess of my land.’ Then he looks at the second farmer and says ‘How is your wheat? How is my wheat?’ The second farmer says, ‘Fucked flat.’” Creighton laughed as he listened, watching the blush as it crept up his wife’s face.
“So what made you think about that joke after I made love to you?” he asked a few moments later.
“I feel like the wheat field.” Creighton laughed again, this time harder than before and pulled her into his strong embrace. “I think you’ve accomplished your goal, sir,” she told him, snuggling closer to his strong chest. “I doubt I will be able to walk at all tomorrow.”
“One wheelchair coming up,” he teased, kissing her forehead before reaching down and tugging the blankets back up across them.
