One Swinging Summer (34 page)

"Not for me." Caleb said. "I don't like that development at all."

I smiled wider, and excused myself to get a drink.

After a while, I slip out the front door to get some air. I instinctively head toward the golf cart, but I catch myself and walk the opposite way. As I am trying to talk myself into going back inside, Caleb joins me. "Can we talk?" He asks quietly.

"No, I'm ignoring you. Can't you tell? How am I supposed to ignore you if you keep finding me?"

"I'm sorry that you are angry."

"I'm not sorry." I turn to him, with all of my pain, and say, "I'm holding on to it, desperately. Every time I start to soften, every time I try to be rational about this, I see you in there. Your dick in someone's mouth. And I picture your enjoyment. I picture all kinds of things, and it hurts. And it makes me angry all over again. So I feed the anger, and that numbs the hurt. And I am holding that close for as long as possible, because once that is gone... hurt is the only thing that will be left. Can't you see that? Once I let go of the anger, I'm going to fall apart. And I don't want you anywhere near me when I fall apart. So no, I don't want to talk about it. I want to run you over with my car. Again and again."

He looks at me, hard. I see pain in his eyes. Then he is kissing me. Hard and rough. He backs me against the wall, so gruff that air is forced from my lungs in a grunt. His mouth is forceful and his hands are everywhere. On my face, buried in my hair, then hugging me tight.

It takes me a minute to respond to him, his reaction taking me by surprise. Soon everything boils to the surface, and I do respond. I fight him. I pound everything my fists can reach, and I shake my head back and forth, avoiding the heat of his mouth. He feels my response and thinks it is passion, not pain. He leans down and kisses my neck, making a small space. I pull my arms in, wedging them between us. I use them for leverage and place my hands on his chest, pushing him away, just enough.

He looks at me confused, the realization slowly dawning on him that I'm pushing him away. I look back at him, breathing heavy, rage and pain showing plainly in my face.

"I..." I start to say something, but falter. Something in his eyes triggers something in the deepest, darkest part of me, and I give in. My hands run over his chest and shoulders, and lodge themselves behind his head. I pull his mouth to mine and revel in the feel of his kiss. Just as rough, but slightly more controlled.

He pulls away this time, to speak to me. "Where are your keys?"

"What? Why? I'm not drunk, I just got here."

"I'm taking you home, right now. We are going to deal with this. My truck is farther away, I can see your car right over there. Where are your keys?"

"What makes you think I'm going anywhere with you?"

"Your top is down. You can either get into the car, or I will pick you up and drop you into the seat. We are having this out, now. Where are your damn keys?"

I narrow my eyes at him and say, "You know exactly where I keep my damn keys, you ass."

"Oh, right." He stated. Then, keeping eye contact with me the whole time, he stuck two fingers down the side of my left breast, between my skin and my bra, and fished out my car key.

I stormed to the passenger side of my car, opened the door, and saw the bag from my shopping trip on the seat. I tossed it onto the floorboard as I got in the car. Caleb was already starting the car, and he looked down at my feet as my new toy rolled out of the bag. He looked at me, with his eyebrows raised. "What?" I asked defensively. "I told you I replaced you already."

The ride to Caleb's was a quiet one. The wind felt great on my skin, soothing. When we went inside, I excused myself to go to his bathroom. He interrupted me, saying I'd have to use the one upstairs. He had finally gotten around to doing some of the remodeling he had been putting off, and the downstairs one wasn't usable. I headed up the stairs, through his bedroom and into that bathroom. I could hear him moving around downstairs, doors opening and closing.

When I came out Caleb was standing in the bedroom, with two short glasses of Jameson. I took one of the glasses and took a sip. It burned pleasantly down my throat without the Coke I normally had it with. "To the patio then?" I asked Caleb. "You wanted to have this out."

"In a
bit.There
's something else we need to get out of our system first."

"And what might that be?" I asked, taking a bigger sip for fortification.

Caleb stepped close to me then, and took my glass. He set our glasses on his dresser and came toward me again, slowly. He stopped toe to toe with me, looking into my eyes. He raised both hands and placed them on the sides of my face. His kiss this time was slow, sensuous, and with a lot more control than he had shown outside.

I wanted to resist but I was powerless. His mouth moved over mine, deepening the kiss. There was a longing to this kiss, a needing that I couldn't deny him. Or myself. He backed me up again, this time until the backs of my legs hit the foot of the bed. He stopped there, and used his hands to pull my dress slowly up as he was kissing me. He pulled the dress over my head, and I was left in just my panties, bra, and new heels.

He started kissing his way down my body, starting with my neck. His hands blazed the path ahead of his mouth, lingering on my breasts. He reached behind me and with a practiced flick, released my bra. I held on to him, for balance and for strength. I melted with each kiss, feeling his mouth leave a hot path toward my nipples.

He pushed me back onto the bed, urging me into its center, and then joined me there. He lay over me, his weight pressing me into the bed. I kicked my shoes off and wrapped my arms around him. He was still fully dressed, my hands feeling the hard warmth of his skin through his shirt. He took my wrists in his and pulled my arms up over my head. I could feel his body against mine, but I couldn't touch him.

As I kissed him, I could feel him trying to maneuver something with his right hand. Then he slid something soft over my left wrist and pulled it tight. I tugged a bit and realized I was tied. He was doing the same thing now, with my other wrist. I broke the kiss and looked back and forth above my head at my hands, now secured to his bed posts with long, black, satiny ties.

"What are those?" I asked stupidly.

"You should know," Caleb purred down at me, kissing my neck again. "They were in your bag."

"What bag?" I asked him, confused.

"Your toy bag. When you were in the bathroom I went out and closed your top. It is supposed to rain later. The bag was still on the floor, so I scooped everything up and brought it all up here. I didn't know you liked to be tied up, you should have said."

"But, I didn't buy these. I only bought the vibrator and the batteries."

"It was in the bag with the batteries. In a little black box. It said '50 Shades' on the box and had four ties and a blindfold inside. I attached them to the bed while you were in the bathroom. Would you like me to stop?"

'How long was I in there?' I wondered, then pulled my attention back to the question.

Did I want him to stop? He was looking down on me, waiting for my answer. He kissed me again, and my hands instinctively pulled on the ties, trying to touch him. This must be the freebie the cashier tossed in.

He stopped kissing me and asked again, chuckling. "I think you like them. Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"OK then," He said, and started kissing me again. Once I was thoroughly senseless, drunk on his kiss, he said, "Time for the blindfold."

I gasped in surprise, for some reason I thought the arm restraints were going to be all he used. He chuckled again, saying, "Try it. If you don't like it, I'll take it off." He slipped the elastic mask over my head, settling the satin patches over my eyes.

This time when he kissed me, I didn't see it coming. I felt his lips touch mine, and gasped again. I felt his mouth move to my neck, and trace down toward my breasts again. Only this time, I couldn't see. Feeling his mouth on me, not knowing where he was headed or what was next was exciting. By cutting off one sense, my body compensated by raising the awareness of my other senses.

I realized that I could smell him as well. His scent was... I stopped thinking when his teeth nipped my nipple. I had jumped under Caleb's mouth. He chuckled again. "I don't know about you, but I am enjoying this immensely."

"Oh shut up," I said, embarrassed. He could see all of me, tied up and spread out on his bed with only my panties on. And I couldn't see a thing.

"Be nice," He teased. "I'm sure I could find a gag around here somewhere."

My lips closed tight at that comment. His hands and mouth continued down my body, teasing the skin on my stomach. I felt his hands tug slightly at the sides of my hips, sliding his fingers under my panties and sliding them off down my legs. Once he removed my panties, he took each ankle and slipped the same silky fabric around them, tying them to the bedposts as well.

My heartbeat sped up even more. For a few seconds, I couldn't feel Caleb anywhere. I didn't know where he was or what he was doing and I started to get nervous. "I'm right here." I heard above me, from just off to the side of the bed. "You are beautiful."

Then he said, "I'd like to shave you. Would you mind?"

"I don't know. I've never had anyone..."

"I'll be gentle, I promise. Hang on a minute, I'll be right back."

I heard him walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. He let it run while he gathered things. I heard him fill a container with water, and turn the water off. He came back and told me that he was going to lay a warm, wet washcloth on me. He did. I felt weird. Not bad though. It was kind of nice. It wasn't soaking wet, he must have wrung it out. "That is to prepare the skin." Caleb said from close by. He switched it out for another. After the second one cooled a bit, he took it off and said, "Here comes the shaving cream."

It was colder against my skin. Caleb spread it out, rubbing and pressing it into my hairs. I usually had a landing strip down there, but I hadn't cleaned it up before going out tonight. I hadn't planned on anyone seeing it.

"OK, be still. I'm starting."

I felt the razor glide over my skin, then I could hear Caleb putting the razor into the container of water he had brought, swirling it around and tapping the razor against the rim. He shaved another section. This time I felt small drops of warm water run down, tickling. Caleb was very sure, and pretty fast. He moved me with his fingers, this way and that, sometimes pulling a patch of skin tight. I was surprised at how relaxing this was. When he was finished he took one of the warm washcloths from the first step and cleaned off any remaining bits of shaving cream, and then patted me dry.

He went into the bathroom again, and I could hear him putting things away. The area he shaved felt cool, the drafts from the air conditioner turning on ran over the newly sensitive skin. He came back to me, and I could hear him pause, looking at his work. "Completely bare, I like that." He said. "I think you will, too. The sensitivity alone."

I felt him join me once again on the bed, laying himself out beside me. He was on my right side, facing me, I think. He ran a hand over me, pausing in various place to explore. Up to cup my breast, squeezing, running his thumb over my nipple. Down over my stomach, slipping a teasing finger between my legs, barely slipping inside. I jumped at the new sensation. "Sleek and smooth." Caleb said.

He took his hand off of me again, and I felt him fumble with something. Then heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator coming to life. "Oh fuck." The words escaped my lips and I heard him laugh.

"Not quite yet, but we are getting there."

I heard my new toy come closer, and I jumped when I felt it against my left nipple. The vibration tickled a bit, and I felt goosebumps spring up all over. Caleb seemed to like that reaction as well. He lowered his mouth to my other nipple, and I felt the warmth of his tongue on one side, and the vibration against the other.

While his mouth played with my breast, he ran the vibrator down my body, taking the same path that his mouth had taken earlier. He ran it down my stomach, veering off over one hip, and down the front of my thigh. It passed over my skin, trembling everywhere it touched.

He ran it back up my inner thigh, not quite to where my thighs met, and then back down the other inner thigh. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly, touching various places, all as his mouth pulled on my nipple. I felt him shift, and he rearranged himself between my legs. He ran both hands up my thighs, starting from my knees. One hand was warm flesh, kneading as it traveled. The other was cooler and vibrating, maneuvering the toy. Feeling the differences on both legs kept my senses on edge.

He ran the vibrator all the way up my inner thigh again, this time not stopping. I moaned when it make contact with my newly bared skin. Caleb kept it there, moving it in small circles against me. I started straining against my ties. It was hard to stay still. I felt the toy move away, and Caleb's warm tongue take it's place. I started to squirm under his tongue, delighting in the feel. He brought the vibrator back, pressing it into the wetness his tongue had left. He alternated between licking and sucking me, and pressing the vibrations against me.

I thrashed and pulled against the restraints, as my climax started to build. I dug my heels into the bed, trying to get the leverage to press myself more firmly against Caleb's mouth and the toy. He kept the toy still against me, the vibrations concentrated in one perfect place, while his tongue licked and flicked and drove me over the edge. I cried out his name.

Caleb turned the toy off and tossed it, I heard it bounce on the floor. I felt his weight shift and then leave the bed, and heard him hastily removing his clothes. The bed creaked as he climbed back on, kneeling between my outstretched legs. I felt his hands grab a hold of my hips and felt the tip of him pressing insistently into me, he slid inside in one fluid motion, a throaty moan reaching my ears.

He sat perfectly still for a minute, then his weight shifted to my right leg. He tugged on something, loosening my tie. He slipped my foot free from the bedpost, and then turned his attentions to my other foot, all while deep inside me. When both legs were free, I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him tighter. I still couldn't see him, or touch him with my hands, so I held on with my thighs and spoke to him with my hips, arching against him.