Killing Time (34 page)

“Stop now.”

Aurélie immediately halted before she stood to her feet and looked into his eyes expectantly. He wanted to rip the Hervé Leger dress from her body but he knew she would be disappointed. He was supposed to be in control at all times and if he were in control, he would remove the item of clothing like a gentleman.

He unzipped the dress from the back and slid it down her body. She wore the barest of bras underneath, her nipples on display and hard as proverbial rocks while her small silk thong was just a swath of material he could easily tear away.

Rory slipped her thong to the side and admired her sex, moist and ready for him to do what ever he wanted. Her clit was hard and as he rubbed the padding of his thumb over the nub, she moaned and began to massage her nipples, pinching and pulling at them.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot about you.”

He stood, walked over to the armoire and grabbed a pair of nipple clamps with a silver chain between them. They were a bit harsher than what she was used to but she could adjust accordingly or he wouldn’t have decided to use them in the first place. He slipped the clasps over her nipples and she sucked in a breath.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Deliciously so,” she responded.

“Do you want to rub that pussy of yours for me?”

“Yes.”

“Then take off your thong, get on the bed, spread your legs and masturbate for me.”

Aurélie did as she was told and the moment her fingers began to play with her nub, he watched with amusement before he climbed on the bed, and pulled her closer to him by her waist. He spread her ass cheeks and tongued her asshole as she pleasured herself. Her face was completely flushed and in the throes of ecstasy when he stopped pleasuring her and pulled the chain. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him.

“That’s enough. Now it’s my turn. Take that lube and the dildo. I want you to stick it all the way inside of me to the base and then I am going to fuck you while that dildo is pressed against my prostate. It produces very pleasurable orgasms for me without involving a third party.”

She grabbed the lube and the dildo as he turned over onto his stomach and got on all fours.

“Does it disgust you I want this? Do you think me less of a man for wanting to be pleasured like this?”

“No. I have always known the prostate is a very pleasurable area for men so it doesn’t disgust me at all. And you did mention you have been with men both before and after the Hamburg incident. To be honest, I find it kinky and sexy.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. If it somehow displeased you or made you feel inadequate—”

“How can I feel inadequate when I don’t have a penis, Rory? I can’t pleasure you like that anyhow and besides, I would rather we use toys then involve someone else. It’s no one’s business what we do in the bedroom and you know how important discretion is to me. What we share, what we do does not go beyond these walls, ever. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone and you don’t have to answer to me or anyone else. It’s our business and I intend to keep it that way,” she explained casually as she teased his anus with her finger.

In preparation, he’d cleaned himself out earlier that day. There would be no accidents as the thought of anal play and excrement were a huge turn-off to him. He had never indulged in those types of games within the community and thought the idea of human toilets and the like a most repulsive idea from which he could never rectify in his head.

His bowel movements were his own private business and he had no wish to share them with Aurélie. It went both ways because when they did indulge in anal intercourse, he had shown her the proper way to cleanse herself too.

That evening, before she’d taken a bath, he made sure she had done the ritual though all he’d planned to do was give her a good rimming. He had never planned to have anal intercourse with her but at the same time, when he rimmed her, he wanted to make sure she was absolutely clean.

Due to the nature of the sexual acts they were involved in, he was particularly fastidious and insisted she be the same. However, that had been easy enough for her to get the hang of since she had been a very clean woman before they’d ever set eyes on one another.

Aurélie spread his ass cheeks and she tongued him. He thought he would go mad as he was expecting warming lube and felt her tongue instead. She worked several fingers in and out of his anus carefully as she had nails and was careful not to scratch the sensitive membrane tissue. She then applied a generous amount of lube directly to his back passage as well the toy itself and slowly worked it into his ass.

The pain was great at first; he hadn’t indulged in anal intercourse since the Hamburg incident though he’d fucked more than his fair share of men at the club when the feeling took him. It was just easier with men because they had that prostate gland which made anal sex very pleasurable. It could take months, years to train a good female anal slut. And even then, she got off more on the pain of the act than the pleasure since she had no prostate to stimulate.

Before he knew it, she’d pressed the toy inside him to the hilt. “Is that comfortable?” she inquired out loud.

The pain was just a pin prick in relation to the pleasure. God, yes, it felt so fucking good. She began to toy with it and worked it in and out, fucking him in a slow teasing way that had his hips bucking to get his fill. He felt like a greedy little boy but he knew she was enjoying it too.

Finally, she slammed it back into his ass and slapped him a couple times with her hand for good measure.

“All better now?” she teased lightly.

Rory shook his head. “Get on the bed, you little cum whore, and spread your fucking legs.”

She laughed out loud but she crawled in front of him, lay on her back and did as she was told. “I want you to fuck me hard and rough.”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I am going to fuck you so hard and pull at that chain you’ll have multiple orgasms before we are through tonight.”

His cock was so hard it felt like granite. He had to ease it off his belly before he could work it into her slick pussy. She was so wet; he slid right in and began to pound into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he settled between her legs before he grabbed her by the throat and brought her in for a brutal kiss. She tasted like heaven and as their tongues met and caressed one another, he fucked her harder until she felt her muscles clinch around him and she came, flooding his cock with juices.

Due to the dildo, he could go at this for hours because the moment he came, he felt himself grow hard within a few thrusts inside of her. His prostate was in a constant state of pleasure and thus his cock kept getting hard every time he thought about having her yet again.

“I want you to fuck me in my ass now,” she said as she turned onto her stomach and got on all fours.

Rory realized her poor sex probably needed the relief but every time he touched her clit, it was hard to the touch. He grabbed the lube and stuck two fingers in her ass, massaging her gently. Then he added a third and fourth to loosen her up.

“That’s enough. I want to feel your cock inside me,” she begged out loud.

He gave into her and slammed his cock inside her a great deal rougher than he intended and she bucked against him in both pleasure and pain. Slowly, he worked his way in and out of her before he slid his fingers over her clit and massaged her gently. She moaned out loud as he developed a teasing rhythm that brought her to the brink of orgasm before he tugged on the silver chain which held her nipple clamps in place to stop her from coming.

This last orgasm would leave them both spent and he delayed as long as he could. He unclasped the clamps from her nipples and she sighed in both pain and pleasure as blood rushed back to the ultra sore spots on her breasts which sat at attention. Then he thrust into her several more times before the orgasm poured over her first and her ass clinched around his cock. Then he came from the friction of her tight ass and the pleasure of the dildo buried in his own backdoor passage. It was pure and unadulterated satisfaction the likes he had never experienced before.

After he came, he immediately withdrew and she stood and strode to the bathroom. She came back with fresh damp towels and removed the dildo before she began to clean them both.

He loved watching the way she worked so expertly and effortlessly.

After they were both clean, she gathered the toys and the clamps, filled a basin with cleansing solution and put the toys into the water to soak before she placed the lube back in the armoire and finally climbed into bed beside him.

Rory was spent, beyond tired but he spooned her and whispered in her ear. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Aurélie laughed but it was a sexy chuckle that came from deep within her throat. “I’ll heal if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He gripped her tighter before he whispered in her ear, “I love you so much, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, which is the precise reason why I can forgive you for calling me a ‘cum whore’.”

Rory turned her around and she faced him. His aquamarine eyes were bright with sincerity. “No, I mean, I
love
you. It’s the only reason why I can be myself because I trust you implicitly.”

She couldn’t manage the words, not even now but she responded, “
Chéri
, I trust you too. Otherwise I wouldn’t allow you to have complete control over my body…even when you tell me I am in control.”

“But you were,” he murmured in a sexy voice.

“Was I really? Or was it a case of you controlling me by making me believe I had control when it was always yours all along?”

He kissed her lips again and she opened her mouth as his tongue sought hers out. “Believe me when I tell you I bottom out to you much more often than you think I do.”

She had no words for this so instead, she turned on to her side, allowed him to spoon her like he wanted her to and minutes later, he fell asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Two

AFTER RORY’S CONFESSION, IT TOOK
a long time for me to go to sleep. In a few minutes after our conversation had ended, he was knocked out and dead to the world.

It wasn’t so easy for me because my wine haze had worn off hours ago and now I felt restless and uneasy. I slid from underneath his grip and padded my way to the bathroom. The place was as big as an average person’s master bedroom therefore we had his and her sides. I opened my medicine cabinet and grabbed a two-milligram Xanax, popped it in my mouth and washed it down with sink water.

I waited for it to take effect and several minutes later, that peaceful feeling of drowsiness and an urge to lay down hit me gently and in soft waves. I strode back to the bed and slipped back into Rory’s embrace.

“Are you all right?” he inquired in a sleepy voice.

“Sure, I’m fine.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“I couldn’t turn my mind off.”

“Did you pop a Xanax?”

I paused before I answered, “Yes.”

“Then you’ll be able to rest. Just know I will put up with your use of a controlled substance because I realize your sister’s death devastated you but I won’t allow you to take them indefinitely,” he explained in a soothing tone.

I felt like a child being chastised but somehow, my head bowed and I whispered, “I know.”

“Good. Then in the meantime, let’s go to sleep.”

Rory still beat me to the punch and was sleep again before I drifted off into that inevitable place which quietly called me.

I knew what the issue was between us and it wasn’t even the fucking Xanax. Yet again I had missed a perfectly good time to tell him I loved him and yet again, I’d choked, panicked and said nothing at all.

Yes, I had told him I trusted him but he would have to hear the words from me and they terrified me so badly, I felt like I was being asked to take a dive from the Empire State Building. Wasn’t the act of falling in love a bit like that in the end?

I knew in my heart he wouldn’t wait for much longer. I would have to tell him or risk losing him and everything we’d worked so hard to achieve against unbelievable odds.

I had to make the jump and the answer was obviously expected sooner rather than later. However, the bigger question for me was what would happen once I admitted my feelings for him and would he still love me as much as he did now?

Deep down, I knew the answer, but love—like life—was never easy or cut and dry. It was a chance I was willing to take but the question was when exactly?

I finally allowed myself to relax and slowly, my body began to feel the effects of the Xanax and I found myself growing tired.

“I love you,” I murmured to Rory, and for that one moment, everything was absolutely perfect and the way it was meant to be between the two of us.

Even if I knew he hadn’t heard me say the words he desperately wanted to hear.

Now, if I could only make it happen in real life, I could finally kill off my remaining inhibitions for good and make both of us content and happy again.

What happened between us once I admitted I loved him?