Now and Forever--Let's Make Love (18 page)

While Sue watched, he stood up and pulled off his clothes. His cock was harder than she had seen it in a long time. He lay
beside her, on his side, propped on his elbow. “You look good enough to eat,” he said, nibbling on her neck, her lips, her
ears, her breasts. He placed his hand flat on her stomach, then slowly slid it lower, insinuating one finger between her thighs.
When he felt her wet, springy hair, he looked into her eyes. Surprised, he said, “Hey, this thing has no crotch.”

“I noticed,” Sue said, spreading her thighs.

“I did, too,” he said, rolling on top of her. “I don’t want to wait.” He used his hand to rub her pussy, then guided his cock
inside her waiting body.

“It feels funny to have you inside me while I still have clothes on.”

Craig moved sinuously against the lace of the suit. “Feels kinky, but good.” They stroked and caressed while both Sue and
Craig got increasingly excited. Finally, with a few last thrusts, Craig came, then rubbed Sue’s body the way he knew she liked
until she, too, was satisfied.

“I love you in that suit,” Craig said later.

“Me, too,” she said. And she suddenly realized that she actually meant it.

My first erotic novel,
Black Satin,
came out in June of 1995. It is a story about two very high-class call girls who operate out of a brownstone in Manhattan.
Several months after the book’s publication, I got a wonderful letter from a man who had been introduced to the adventures
of Carla and Ronnie in a most unusual way. A contractor, he had been summoned to the home of a couple who wanted a room constructed
in their home that would provide the freedom to explore sexual adventures the way Carla and Ronnie did in their brownstone.
His clients had given him a copy of the book to take home, and after reading it, he moved a few walls and created a secret
room for the couple, complete with a hidden entrance.

Dean and Norma created a similar room and, with a now-empty nest, creative minds, and a bit of cash, lived their deepest desires.
Notice that these toys came from the hardware store, not a catalog.

After the last of Dean and Norma’s five children left home, the two lovers spent several months working on plans to rearrange
the upstairs of their large house. They wanted a room for their unusual kind of fun and games, but one that no one would know
about. With the help of an understanding contractor and some cleverly rearranged walls, they created a separate, windowless
room with an entrance throug0 the back of Dean’s closet. Soundproofed, well lit, and with a separate heating system, the creatively
decorated “playroom,” as it became known, was finally completed one Friday in February. Although they had seen the room throughout
its construction, Dean and Norma had denied themselves the pleasures of using it. Therefore, that weekend was to be their
first time.

“I know what I want to do tonight,” Dean said as they sipped an after-dinner drink. He gazed at the ceiling as Norma replied,
“Anything you want, baby.”

Norma enjoyed it when Dean occasionally took complete charge of their lovemaking. They didn’t play games like that often,
but tonight it seemed like the most exciting way to christen the new room.

“Anything?” Dean said.

“Absolutely anything. I am your servant for the evening.” She bowed her head and assumed a subservient posture, a position
that she knew would encourage her husband to allow his imagination to run wild. Through lowered lashes, she watched a grin
spread across Dean’s face.

“Wait here for ten minutes. Then dress in old clothes that you don’t care about and I’ll send for you.”

For ten minutes, Norma sat in the living room, listening to her husband rattle around upstairs. It was strange to hear closet
doors and dresser drawers opening and closing, furniture moving, then footsteps, then suddenly nothing as Dean entered the
new soundproofed environment. As the hand on her watch crawled, Norma found herself getting very turned on. Although she had
no clear idea of what Dean had in mind, she knew it would end with incredible sex.

At the end of the prescribed ten minutes, Norma climbed the stairs and changed her clothes. Following Dean’s instructions,
she dressed in a paint-splattered jogging suit, old underwear, and an old pair of socks and tennis shoes. Then she sat on
the bed to wait for her husband’s summons.

After five more minutes of tense waiting, she heard Dean’s voice. “Come in here, Norma.”

Norma opened Dean’s closet door and saw that the door to the new room stood open. She entered and closed it behind her. The
room was wonderful. Three walls were covered with a soft beige leather wall covering; the fourth was mirrored, concealing
wide closet doors. The floor was thickly carpeted in deep green and the ceiling was covered in white tiles, with translucent
panels for lights. There were also spotlights in several places.

“Take off your shoes and socks first,” Dean said, a broad grin lighting up his face. “This carpet feels wonderful on bare
feet.”

While doing as he suggested, Norma looked at the full-length terry-cloth robe he wore. She wiggled her naked toes in the deep
pile, then said, “You’re right. This feels decadent.”

“Now, come over here,” Dean said, taking her hand. He led her to an upholstered bench he had placed in the center of the room.
“I want to do something new in honor of this new room, but I want to know whether you trust me.”

“Trust you? Of course.”

“I will stop anything at any time if you don’t want to play anymore. Clear?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll tell me to stop if you want me to?”

Norma wondered at all this preparation, but she knew she did trust Dean implicitly, and she couldn’t imagine anything he might
do that she wouldn’t like. However, she said, “I will tell you to stop if I don’t like something.”

“Promise?”

“Wow. With all this buildup, you’ve gotten me very curious.”

“Promise.”

“I promise. What are we going to do?”

“I want to tie you up.”

Norma’s knees shook. Dean had taken charge of their lovemaking several times and she had found herself incredibly aroused
by being told what to do. Together, they had read stories about lovers tying each other up, but they had never tried it. She
looked into Dean’s eyes. “All right.”

“I’ve always wanted to do this, and our playroom gives me the freedom to tell you. But I don’t want you to do it just for
me, but because you find the idea intriguing, too.” Dean took Norma’s hand. “Do you?”

Norma was trembling. She never believed her husband would try anything like this. She realized that her nipples were hard
and her pussy was very wet. She lowered her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.

Dean crossed to one of the mirrored closets. He opened one of the doors and withdrew a small paper bag. “I got these several
months ago. From the beginning of the design of this room, I had a picture of you in my mind, and, well … Hold out your arms.”

As Norma extended her arms, Dean took two leather straps from the bag. “These are actually dog collars, but they will do just
fine, I think.” He fastened one collar around each of Norma’s wrists. “Now for the legs.” He pulled two more collars from
the bag and fastened one around each of Norma’s ankles.

“Now what?” Norma asked softly.

“Lie on the bench the long way, on your belly.”

Norma did as she had been told and watched as Dean threaded a long rope through the rings on the collars, then tied her wrists
and ankles to the legs of the bench. When he was done, she heard him sigh. “Oh baby,” he said. “I pictured this so often.”

“I’m sorry you waited so long.”

“How does it feel to be tied down like that?”

“There was a moment when it felt scary,” Norma admitted.

Dean immediately bent over and reached for the rope. “I’ll untie you.”

“Don’t,” Norma said. “I said it was momentary. When that passed, it felt thrilling.”

“Can you get loose?”

“No.”

“Try. I want to watch.”

Norma wiggled. She could slide the ropes up and down the legs of the bench, but she couldn’t get free.

“Good. I like to see you like that,” Dean said, his breathing rapid. “Can I go further?”

“I agreed I would tell you to stop if I didn’t like something.”

“Are you sure?”

Norma relaxed her entire body, allowing her arms and legs to hang limply and her head to fall against the edge of the bench.
“Yes,” she purred.

She heard rustling sounds and watched as Dean undressed. She saw that he was naked beneath the robe, his erection ready for
the games to come. Then she felt a cloth tied across her eyes. “I want you unable to see,” she heard Dean say. “Just remember
the sight of my naked body, and how hot I am for you. Does that feel sexy?”

Deprived of her sense of sight, Norma panicked. “No. Yes. I don’t know.” It was sexy, she realized. “Yes. It’s sexy. Very
sexy.”

“Good.”

Norma heard noises from behind her, then felt Dean’s hands on one leg. “These clothes are in the way,” he said. “I have big
scissors here and I’m going to make you all naked.”

Norma jumped as the cold steel of the blade of the scissors touched her calf. Slowly she heard and felt the legs of her jogging
pants being cut up the back to the waist.

“Now these,” Dean said as he cut her panties. Then slowly, he rubbed the cold handles of the scissors over Norma’s buttocks.
“Feel the cold?”

Norma shivered. “Yes. I feel it.” She felt the cold, smooth handles being rubbed over her inner thighs and then caressing
her overheated pussy. “So cold.”

“Let’s warm things up a bit.” He left her momentarily; then Norma felt heat on her ass. “I turned on a spotlight so it shines
on your beautiful buns. Can you feel the warmth?”

“Oh yes.”

“How does it feel on your pussy?”

Norma spread her knees slightly so the heat flowed to her crotch. “It’s erotic feeling heat like that.”

“Umm, good.” Then she felt Dean’s hands knead her buttocks and then he kissed and licked the smooth skin there. “You have
such a beautiful ass,” he purred. The shears snipped up the center of the back of the jogging top, then down each arm. He
cut the back and straps of her bra with loud snaps of the scissors.

Now she lay on the remnants of her clothes, but her back was completely naked. She moaned from the excitement. She spread
her knees as best she could to open her pussy to the heat and for her husband. “Not so fast,” Dean said. “I know your pussy
must be so hot and needy, but I’m not ready yet.”

Norma heard some unidentifiable sounds, then felt something icy cold on her back. “When I bought the collars, I bought some
chains, too—heavy, cold metal chains. He lifted her chest and placed a piece of the chain under her, against her heated breasts.
“Just feel that.” Then he wound the chain around her waist, under the bench, and fastened it somehow.

Norma couldn’t hold her hips still. She was tied, blindfolded, now chained, and she was as hot as she had ever remembered.
She wanted Dean’s big cock filling her pussy. “Please,” she moaned. “Please.”

“No. Not yet. Although it’s killing me not to fuck you right now, I want to go further. I want to make this into the picture
I’ve had in my head since we began planning this room.” He put a large bell in her hand. “Drop this or ring it if you want
me to stop anything. I want to gag you so I can hear you moan but not speak. May I?”

Gag me? Could she? She wanted what Dean wanted, of course, but she knew that this had to be a mutual decision. She shook the
bell in her hand.

“I’ll stop now,” Dean said, “and untie you. Is that what you want?”

She held the bell still. “No,” she whispered.

“Are you as hot as I am?” Dean rubbed one finger up the inside of her thigh, to her steamy pussy.

“Yes,” she said, trembling, “I am.”

“May I go further?”

“Yes,” she said.

She felt a piece of cloth being stretched across her mouth, then tied behind her head. She groaned at the helpless yet terribly
exciting feeling. She could not see, could not speak.

“Ring the bell, so I know you can,” Dean said, and she did. “Good.” He moved her body slightly and stuffed a pillow beneath
her lower belly. “I want to build a table that’s like this, only higher, with rings, so I can tie you in different positions.
God, you’re so beautiful this way.” Slowly, he inserted one finger into his wife’s sopping cunt and felt her hips reach for
him. As she wiggled, he slapped her hard across the rump.

“Ring the bell if you want me to stop.”

Norma did want him to stop. He had slapped her in the heat of passion occasionally before, but this time he had hurt her.
As she shifted her hand to ring the bell, the sting joined the spotlight’s deep warmth and spread through her loins. She moaned
through the cloth in her mouth. When he slapped her again, she rang the bell.

“Okay,” he said, “no more. Shall I untie you? Ring the bell if you want me to stop everything.” She did not.

“Your cheek is so red from my hand.” He caressed the reddened area softly; then Norma felt one hand on each cheek, caressing
and massaging, his thumbs coming close to her swollen lips but not touching her. Norma moved her hips, reaching for his fingers.
She had to have something fill her pussy.

“Please,” she said, her words muffled by the gag in her mouth.

“Oh yes,” Dean said. “I think it’s time.”

There were some sounds; then Norma felt the tip of Dean’s cock rub against her clit. Over and over he rubbed, until she thought
she would climax from that sensation alone. Then he moved, entering her hungry pussy from behind, using his thumbs to stroke
her clit. She wanted to reach down and rub her body to push her over the edge, but she was too well tied. She tamped down
her impatience and savored the waiting, combining the sensations of blindness and powerlessness. I can’t move, she told herself.
I can’t stop him from doing whatever he likes. She was in heaven.

As Dean’s cock slowly alternately entered and withdrew, and as his fingers rubbed her, Norma knew she couldn’t wait any longer.
The climax overtook her, bursting behind her blindfolded eyes like all the colors of the rainbow. She screamed as Dean growled
his own release. He collapsed on her naked back on top of the chains and lay there for a long time. Then he untied all the
fastening and the two lay side by side on the carpet.