Oh.
“So…what did you have in mind with these?” he asks, holding up the ties and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Tie me up,” I say, biting my lower lip. “I know you want to.”
“Do you want me to?” he asks, tilting his head.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, surprised to find that I’m telling the truth. I want him to do whatever he wants to me. I know he won’t hurt me, and the toys that we’ve picked are all relatively harmless. Most importantly, I trust him.
“You… are…gorgeous,” Maddox says slowly, stepping behind me and punctuating each word with kisses down my neck. I tremble at his touch while he slips the silk ties over my hands, binding them behind my back.
With my hands tied, I can’t rip off his clothes, even though I’m dying to. He gently pushes me down onto the chair by the little table, then lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
“What are you…?”
“Shh…just relax,” he whispers. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I won’t do anything you don’t like. And if I start to, just tell me and I’ll stop.”
I have complete trust and confidence in him, so I relax, like he says.
“Wait,” I say, realizing suddenly. “Shouldn’t we have, like, a safe word or something? Isn’t that what it’s called?”
“Sure,” says Maddox. “I mean, ‘stop’ works, but we can have a special word too. What do you want it to be?”
“Library,” I blurt out, just because it’s the very first thing that comes to mind. Maddox throws his head back and laughs.
“Okay, the safe word is ‘library,’” he agrees, then starts to tie my ankles to the legs of the chair. I’m seated before him, my arms behind my back, legs fully spread and bound.
He’s still kneeling before me, and I wonder what he has planned, especially since my underwear is still on. He kisses his way up my ankles, to my knees, and finally to my thighs. I gasp as he moves to my waist, to my stomach, kissing my scar, then my chest. While he kisses my mouth, he pulls the cups of my bra down, revealing my nipples, but not taking it off. He leans back and looks at me in awe.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says sincerely, taking in the sight of me, exposed, tied up, and vulnerable. I see a hunger in his eyes, and I relish the power I have over this man, even though I’m the one tied up. I’ve never experienced being so turned on like this before.
He leans forward again, using his fingers to push the crotch of my flimsy panties to the side. I’m already wet, and he slowly inserts one thick finger while licking around my opening.
I tilt my head back in ecstasy, groaning and pushing my lower half forward, desperate to be even closer to him. His lips and tongue work their magic on my clit while his finger pumps in and out, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, just when I’m about to climax, he stops.
“Wh-what are you doing? Don’t stop!” I cry. “I was about to—”
“Not yet,” Maddox says, kissing me quickly on the mouth before reaching down to untie my ankles. In one swift motion, he grabs my hips and lifts me off the chair, then sits in my place. I stand facing him, my hands still tied, my bra scrunched around my waist.
He leans back against the chair and pulls me toward him. He slides my underwear off, then holds it to his face, inhaling my scent deeply before casting it aside. He positions me so that I have one leg on either side of him, straddling him, still standing.
Maddox unbuckles his jeans, letting them, along with his briefs, fall to his ankles. He grips my waist and slowly, oh, so slowly, lowers me onto his erect cock.
Finally, after years of fantasizing about it, and after coming so close the last couple of times, Maddox is inside of me.
He lifts and lowers me up and down, over and over, gradually picking up the pace. He starts gentle, but then moves with deeper thrusts, his breath coming fast and hard.
“Oh my God, Madison… You…are…incredible,” he pants. I can’t take it any longer. The feeling of him inside of me, stretching me, my bare breasts so close to his lips, my hands still bound… I cry out as my second orgasm ever with a partner rips through my body. I nearly fall off Maddox’s lap, but he holds me firmly in place. He pulls out quickly, his cum spurting up and hitting him in the stomach as he groans.
I lean forward against his chest, exhausted and spent. My thighs are burning from bouncing up and down, and my arms ache from being held in the same position. Breathing heavily, Maddox reaches behind my back and gently removes the silk ties, using one to wipe himself off, then pulls me closer to his chest in an intimate embrace.
“That was… you were...” he says, words failing him.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced,” he sighs. “You are unbelievable, Madison.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I purr into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down as he catches his breath.
We sit like that for a minute, or maybe an hour, I have no idea and I don’t care. I’m so blissed out that the club could catch on fire and crumble all around me and I wouldn’t mind.
Finally, I lift my head off his chest to peer up at him.
“So, what now?” I ask.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty tired,” he says, stretching his arms out and yawning. I feel a stab of disappointment, thinking he’s going to take me home and our night will be over. “Want to go back to my place and sleep over?”
I smile up at him, joy filling my heart. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
14
Maddox
I wake up on Saturday morning in my bed with Madison wrapped in my arms, and nothing has ever felt so right.
Her eyes are still closed and she’s fast asleep. I watch her breathing for a while, admiring how her lashes fall against her cheeks, how the gold streaks in her hair shine when the light from the window streams across them.
She is so beautiful it hurts.
Part of me wants to stay here forever, in this moment, watching her chest rise and fall and her eyelids flutter as she dreams. Another part of me wants to get up and make her coffee and bring her breakfast in bed. But I would hate to disturb her, so I just stay still, trying not to make a sound, until my arm is numb.
I’ve truly never been happier.
After a while, she stirs. Her eyes flip open, and for a brief moment she looks confused, like she doesn’t quite know where she is. I see her face change into a smile of recognition and satisfaction as she stretches out her arms and yawns, turning to face me.
“Good morning,” she giggles. “How long have you been awake?”
“Not long,” I lie, smiling back. Is it possible she’s even more gorgeous in the morning with no makeup and messy hair?
She snuggles in closer to my chest, closing her eyes again. “I don’t ever want to move from this spot,” she whispers groggily.
“Then don’t,” I say, wrapping my arms tightly around her.
“I have to go to work,” she pouts.