Bound by the Red Thread
“Do you want something to drink or some popcorn? Maybe a snack?”
“Nicole. Settle. We’re going to finish the movie, then you’ll go to bed and I’ll sleep out here. Everything will be fine.” He reached down and pulled one of her feet into his lap.
“What are you doing?” Nicole said, jerking at her foot.
“Relaxing you. I don’t do this for just anybody, so enjoy it.” Paul had pulled her sandal off and was rubbing the bottom of her feet.
It only took a few minutes before Nicole’s eyes were drifting shut. “That feels so good,” she murmured sleepily. “Where’d you learn?”
Her voice had taken on a husky quality that shot straight to Paul’s cock. He was beginning to wonder if this had been the smartest idea.
He continued watching the movie and kept rubbing Nicole’s feet, pulling the other one into his lap when he’d finished with the first.
By the time he’d hit all the pressure points she was softly snoring. He continued to sit while the movie finished, then contemplated what to do. He wanted to carry her into her bedroom and lie down with her, but it was too soon for that. She didn’t know him well enough and even though there was an attraction there, they needed to spend more time together.
Paul gently moved off the couch, pulling Nicole down by her feet until her head was resting on the arm of the couch. A little exploring and he’d found her stash of extra blankets and a pillow. He unfolded one blanket to cover her with, then used the pillow and remaining blankets to make a pallet for himself. He slid her coffee table out of the way and lay on the floor beside the couch. If she got too restless, she would fall on him, not on the floor.
After he’d double-checked the windows and door, he shut all the lights off and lay down to catch a few hours himself. He knew the men that were sitting in the parking lot would notify him if anything suspicious occurred. He could safely sleep for a few hours.
They’d put a piece of wood in her window so it couldn’t be opened. Tomorrow he’d make sure the lock was repaired, even if he had to do it himself.
He had also texted Neptune about a security system for her. He’d pay for it out of his pocket if she balked. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift.
He slowly stripped off her clothes, starting with the oversized shirt she wore. If she were his, he would throw the loose clothing she seemed to like away and keep her in formfitting items. He liked her curves and wanted to be able to see them. He liked knowing others wanted what he had but could never touch. He always had been very possessive of his toys.
Once he had her naked, he would cup her abundant breasts with his huge hands. Even though his hands were large she would more than fill them. He could hear the breath escape her lips as he passed his t
humbs back and forth over her nipples. Would they be the same pale pink of her lips or would they be darker like the red of a ripe raspberry?
As his thumbs moved over her nipples, he would squeeze her breasts, mauling the soft flesh with his hands, not cruelly, adding just enough pain to amplify her awareness, watching as the soft mounds flowed and overfilled his hands.
When her nipples were hard, and her soft breaths had turned to a mewling sound, he would pull a pair of tweezer clamps out of his pocket and apply them just tight enough to bring her up on her toes.
He’d kiss those lips until she melted against him. When she began the dance, first shifting her weight trying to move her legs together to relieve the ache he was causing there, he would attach a spreader bar to each leg leaving them wide apart and unable to give herself the friction her body craved.
He’d pick up her petite body and lay it on the nearest flat surface, standing over her and catching his first glance of her exposed sex. Would her cunt be the same color as her now reddened nipples? Would it weep for him and the release he could give her?
Would she beg for him? Now her soft mewling would change to low moans. Would she chant his name? He could hear her panting, smell her essence. He’d kiss her mouth exerting his dominance in the kiss, leaving her lips swollen and bruised, her breath labored, her body begging for the release only he could give.
He’d take his softest deerskin flogger and redden her tits, her stomach and finally her cunt. She’d beg for her release as he kept her on edge for hours, always bringing her to the brink before backing off only to ramp her up again.
When her body was sweat covered and trembling, he’d crawl on top of her and slam into her tight sheath.
His hand moved to cup his hardening cock through his jeans, wishing he’d gone out to his truck and retrieved the sweatpants he had there. He glanced up to the couch where she lay sleeping.
Convinced that she was unaware of him, he unfastened the snap and lowered his zipper, freeing his hardened shaft. He briefly thought about going to her restroom to take care of his problem, but wanted to be where he could see her as he fisted his cock, moving up and down, giving himself the relief he knew he would get no other way.
He’d had women, some for only a night, some for longer, but no one had ever attracted him the way Nicole did. There was something about her that drew him. Her scent, the twinkle of her eyes, her laughter, her shy smile, all the things that made her who she was.
Watching her with the children in the shelter, he’d seen how she was as a mother. How warm and caring she’d been helping a smaller child who’d fallen and explaining to one of the young girls how to help with the baby that was there.
She treated every person with respect and honor, not caring if they were young or old.
His hand continued to move up and down, pulling his shaft until the warm spurts of cum covered his fist and the blanket he had lying beside him. With one more glance up at Nicole, he rolled over to his side and closed his eyes.
5
Nicole lay for a minute trying to figure out where she was. She wasn’t in bed. Why had she fallen asleep on the couch? Then she remembered. She’d been watching a movie with Paul. She must have dozed off while he was rubbing her feet.