I deepen the kiss, running my tongue over hers as I groan into her mouth. The need inside of me grows, and I use my knee to part her legs. I take my cock in my hand and position it against her, pushing slowly until I’m buried deeply. I run my hand up her side and brush the edge of her breast. Yvette’s arms are positioned above her head, her wrists crossed as if she’s still bound.
I want to feel her hands on me.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “Touch me anywhere you want.”
She opens her eyes and blinks at me before lowering her hands to my shoulders.
I begin to move in a slow, calculated rhythm. Every thrust of my hips buries my cock in slow waves of sensation, and the buildup is quick. I’m surprised by how soon I want to come in her, and I have to slow down.
She explores me with her hands, running them down my sides, up to my shoulder blades, and then down to grip my ass tightly. It spurs my movements, and I grind against her as she sets the rhythm with her hands and hips.
Yvette locks her ankles around my thighs and pushes hard against me, crying out and shuddering. I pound into her faster, feeling myself approaching the point of no return.
“Yvette, oh…fuck…” I can’t hold back any more, and I slam into her only a few more times before my balls tighten and electric sensations shoot down my shaft. I squeeze my eyes shut and grunt as I fill her.
Dropping my head to her shoulder, I pant against her skin. Her arms are locked behind my back, holding me to her chest so I can feel her heart beating rapidly against mine. My muscles are still tensed. I don’t move, and neither does she.
I can’t understand what’s happening inside my head.
This time was so powerful, my need so unexpected. I don’t know what to think of it. I slow my breath as I roll to my side, bringing her to me and resting her head against my chest. The feelings inside of me are indescribable. Elation. Satisfaction. Conflict. Fear.
I don’t do vanilla sex.
Even before I’d lost my virginity, my interests had been in bondage and control. At sixteen, sitting in my best friend’s basement with a porno we’d acquired, I hadn’t been overly excited by the mundane acts of the amateur participants as they fucked in missionary position on top of light blue sheets. Everyone else crouched around the VCR had been enthralled. At the end of the tape, there had been a woman, handcuffed to the bed and blindfolded. That one got my attention.
What is happening to me?
I hadn’t just enjoyed it; I’d loved it. I felt as satiated as I had with every scene we’d done over the past two weekends. Yvette is now relaxed in my arms, warm and heavily draped over my body. I tighten my grip on her and bury my face in her hair.
I kiss her forehead, and though I want to speak—to tell her what’s happening to me—I don’t have any words that will suffice. I can only hold her and try to make sense of it myself. Maybe with time, I’ll figure it out.
With the arrangement we’re diving into, I should have plenty of time to try to understand.
I don’t know if I’m up for this task, but I want to be. As we learn more about each other, Yvette will test my strength just as I test hers. Since before I met her, I was looking for a way to cleanse my mind of everything that had happened with Lily—searching for a way to atone for what I had done to her. Perhaps as Yvette begins to let go of the pain she endured in the past, I can find my own peace.
As I drag my nose up the back of her neck and feel Yvette relax against me, I know we can make this work. I will be her savior, and she will be my salvation.
~The End~
Encounter
I’ve been waiting for this.
Blood pumps adrenaline through my system as I wait and watch. I’ve never felt so alert, so electrified. My palms sweat, and I keep licking my lips in nervous anticipation of what I’m about to do. I can’t seem to keep my feet still, and I’ve practically dug a hole with the toe of my shoe in the loose dirt beneath me.
It’s late—just after one in the morning. Melissa’s been at t
he Uptown Bar all evening with some other girls from her sociology class, but according to Twitter¸ she’s on her way home. She could be here any minute.
I’ve known Melissa since high school. I remember watching her in the cafeteria, hanging out with the captain of the football team like every cheerleader did and never giving any of the rest of us the time of day. We both ended up at the same local college after graduation, and she now lives in a little duplex apartment just off campus with her roommate, Gretchen.
But Gretchen’s not here. She’s spending the next two weeks studying in Italy, and the apartment is empty.
The perfect opportunity.
I still live on campus, but it’s not far from Melissa’s place. I find myself here nearly every day after my classes are over. There’s a big tree in a decorative median right near the front entrance, which is where I am now. Waiting. Hiding. The bark keeps catching on my jacket, making slight scratching noises in the calm, quiet night.
Movement to my left demands my attention, and I feel myself tense even more as I see a figure walking down the sidewalk toward the duplex. I don’t have to see Melissa’s face to know it’s her. I’d recognize the way she walks from blocks away.