But I don’t give a shit.
I might like the bindings and a little bit of teasing, but I’m not going to beg anyone to fuck me – not even Aaron-CEO-Billionaire-Harrington.
I think that he’s going to ask me to leave because I’m not playing his game. Maybe what I need is not what he wants. Maybe we aren’t as perfect for each other sexually as both of us thought. If this is what it takes to get him off, then I’m definitely a disappointment, but he surprises me by doing exactly what I want, pulling off my panties and sucking hard on my clit. I’m so on edge I almost come just from that, but then he pulls away, and I hear his footsteps coming closer to my head.
“So you don’t like to beg, Miss Cristie. Well, maybe I have another use for your mouth.”
His fingers take hold of my hair, tugging me closer to the edge of the table and turning my face to the side. Something runs across the seam of my lips…his thumb maybe. “Open your mouth, Nicole. I’m going to put my cock between those pretty lips.”
Oh shit. I’m going to get to taste his skin, lick up and down the big cock I can still see an image of behind my closed lids. Before I have a chance to reply, he probes his way into my mouth with his thumb, which is then removed and replaced by the hot, smooth head of his cock. He doesn’t push in far, he just holds it inside my lips, using his hand to stroke the length of him. “You have no idea how fucking good you look with your mouth around my cock. Lick it, baby. Let me feel that tongue.” I do as he asks, tasting his arousal. My cheeks flush red with embarrassment as I picture how I must look to him. I feel utterly owned by this man who has blindfolded me and is now using my face to satisfy his lust.
The hand in my hair grasps harder and moves my head slowly back and forth, his other hand bumping against my chin as he pulls himself faster. “Oh yeah.” Aaron’s voice is strained, and I love hearing him lost in what he’s doing to me and what I’m doing to him. “You know, when I saw you in the bar, the first thing I noticed was your lips, and the first dirty thought I had about you was this. Not quite in this position. I had you on your knees…oh, like that…fuck…I had you on your knees with your arms tied behind your back and my hand fisting your hair.” Aaron is trying to sound like a man in control, but his voice doesn’t sound like his own anymore, and I can taste he’s getting closer.
I wonder if he’s going to finish in my mouth. My jaw is aching, and the roots of my hair are sensitive from his grip.
Then he pulls away.
I’m lost.
I can’t hear him.
I don’t know where he is.
Then suddenly, his mouth is on mine as his hands caress my tits. “You have no idea how amazing you look. I could keep you here like this all afternoon, spread out like the best kind of buffet.”
“Are you going to keep torturing me?”
“Is that what it feels like?”
“Do you like playing with me, Aaron?”
“I love playing with you, Nicole. But I’m not going to play anymore.”
I’m left laid out on the table for what feels like several minutes. I contemplate removing the blindfold, but I don’t want to break the spell that Aaron has woven and potentially destroy the fragile link between us. I want him to finish his game, and then I’m going to go back to my hotel to dust myself off and get ready for my flight in the morning. That’s the plan.
This is about the physical release and nothing more. Not about the way Aaron’s eyes sparkle when he talks or about his deep rich voice. It’s not about how safe I feel when I’m with him, or about how much I respect his honesty and what he’s achieved.
I feel him kiss my left ankle and jerk violently, the sensation so shocking after so much waiting.
“I’m going to pick you up, Nicole.”
His strong arms are around me, and I snuggle against his chest as he walks across the room, lowering me onto the softness of his sofa. “Can I take the blindfold off now?” I ask, and he pulls it up, peering into my face while I blink against the bright light.
“You don’t like the dark?”
“It’s not that. I want to look at you.” Aaron grins lopsidedly. “Do you think you could get a condom on that cock and get on in here?” I say, laughing at his expression.
“I guess you must be tired of all the delayed gratification!”