I've been on quite the writing binge the last few days. Over 3,500 Saturday, about the same today. I must say it feels good. Really good. Probably not as good as what's happening to Dahlia right now but...pretty damn good ;)
Caleb studied the arch of her brow and the half smile on her full lips. Lying there, utterly nude, it made him want her all over again. As surprising as it was, his cock made an effort to stir to life already.
“Okaaaaay,” he said, playing along. He rolled to his side to open the drawer.
Dahlia murmured, “I’d say you have some explaining to do but I’m a smart girl and I wouldn’t want to hear the gory details anyway. But knowing Jas, I must say, I’m a little shocked. Who knew? Well, besides you…” She laughed.
He wondered what the hell she was talking about but when he opened the drawer he understood. Not just condoms. And there was a large box of them. Nope. The drawer also had fur lined handcuffs, a paddle with the legend SLUT emblazoned across its leather face, a small leather whip, a leather belt coiled like the world’s chicest snake, a butt plug, a vibrator and lube. Lots and lots and lots of lube.
“Oh, that’s not it, studly. Check in the hope chest at the foot of the bed.”
He moved past her and she gave his flank a fleeting stroke with her fingernails. There went his cock again. Determined it would be buried inside her just once more before they started their day for real.
Inside the chest were a length of rope—the old fashioned chafing kind, no fancy brightly colored nylon for Jas—and a crop. When he pushed the rope aside he also saw a neatly folded stack of scarves, a blindfold, and a ball-gag.
He sat back and ran a hand through his hair. Dahlia watched him, smirking.
“She had you stock all this stuff?”
“Those were my instructions,” she said, scooping her panties up off the floor by hanging over the bed and stretching her long, lush body out. He felt heat stir in his cock. Damn. He had to stop looking at her.
“And that isn’t…weird?”
She let out a joyous giggle. “Hell, yes, it’s weird! But one does not question the mistress of the house. This was all in a big bag with a very specific note attached. I didn’t keep it but I wish I had. I was instructed to put it all in the big bedroom at the end of the hallway. The one that was saved for our most treasured guests.”
She worked her panties up her body and Caleb felt a moment of what could only be described as grief. To see her covering up that amazing body was heartbreaking. He reached out and tugged them down. They warred for her panties for a moment until she was laughing outright, her eyes shining with amusement.
“So I guess you two were pretty kinky.” It wasn’t a question.
He shrugged. “We could be. It all depended. Trust me, Dahlia, there’s stuff in there we never used before. My guess is she was game to try.”
Her face grew serious. “Upon seeing this arsenal of sex and eroticism, should I be jealous?”
He grabbed her ankle and tugged her toward him. He took his time dragging her across the bed so she had a good long time to study the look he knew was in his eyes. Intent. Lust. Want.
Dahlia swallowed hard and he felt the leap of victory in his chest. She saw it. Just as he’d wanted her to.
“I can honestly say,” he said, running his hand up the inside of her leg. When he hit the flesh of her inner thigh, just above her knee, his dick went to half-mast in an instant. It was the softest thing he’d ever felt, that skin. “That the only thing I want to use on Jasmine is that ball gag.”
Her eyes flashed with jealousy, and yes, he felt a victory in that too. He liked her being jealous because it meant he was more than just a fuck to her. And that was an amazing accomplishment.
“And that’s because I’m always game to shut her up,” he added. He leaned in, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her. When her tongue brushed gently and eagerly against his he remembered the feel of her tongue on his cock and his erection went from semi to full-on. He hummed into her mouth and she licked his tongue once more.
When she broke the kiss she eyed his hard-on and said, “Someone’s happy to see me.”
“We both are,” he said. “Always.”
There was a minor break in his voice and they both took notice. She stroked him and Caleb let his eyes drift shut.
“Tell me something else,” she said, working him with her hand. Her thumb swept over the tip of his cock and electricity bloomed beneath his skin.
“What do you think when you see those things? Those things I stocked in this room on her orders. Things for you to use on her.”
He pushed her back then, covering her body with his. Caleb pushed his legs between hers to spread her thighs wide and felt the blissful kiss of the heat between her legs against his cock.
“I think thank God for Jasmine,” he said.
She went slightly rigid beneath him and he nudged her pussy again. Ready to plunge into her once she fully understood. But first he kissed her long, elegant neck before finding her nipple with his mouth and tugging that tight bud so that she hissed with a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Thank God for her for setting us up so well.” He tugged the other nipple with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. “Because when I get more time with you, I’m going to show you how I use some of those things.”
She relaxed, sighed against him. Her breath was hot on his neck.
Caleb moved his hips from side to side to part her thighs more and then positioned himself at her wet opening. He looked her in the eye. “And then we’ll figure out the things I’ve never used on a woman before.”
She nodded, biting her lip and that moment of impossibly perfect innocence shattered him. He drove into her, thrusting quick and hard, scooting them as they were, tangled together, across the bed a little. The phone began to ring but he ignored it even as she looked toward the door and said, “Oh!”
He fucked her fast and hard and her body responded perfectly. When he kissed her she sucked his tongue and he hoped to God she was going to come soon because he had very little time left before he lost control.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, engulfing him further in her wet-wet heat and arched up. The kiss carried on, deepened and she cried out softly against his mouth as her pussy spasmed and she came.
Caleb shut his eyes, feeling her lips and teeth and tongue on his shoulder. He let himself go. The orgasm felled him and he felt stunned from it. Drunken.
The phone started to ring again after a brief respite and her eyes flew open. “We have to go!” she said, pushing at him so she could sit up.
“Because the only person who uses the landline is Jasmine. And if we don’t answer, she might head up here.” She laughed wildly. “And things could get ugly.”
“Er,” Caleb said, finding his jeans. “Things could get uglier.”
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