Story of Us trilogy 01: TouchStone for Play (17 page)

“I see.”

“Is that a problem?” He folds his arm and waits.

“No, not necessarily. Although we will require a
reference from you current landlord, and from your employer as well as carrying
out a credit check, of course.”

Fucking red tape.

“Of course. That won’t be problem. I’ve worked at
Cambridge Uni for over eight years and I was with my last landlady for over six
years. I can supply references, no problem.”

“Well …” She is wavering.

“If you give me your email address, I’ll get them to
you by Monday and then you can get on with your credit check. I just can’t face
another night of Jack’s bloody partying. All I want to do is come home from
work and wind down, maybe watch a film then go to bed.” He lets out a dramatic
sigh. “You know what I mean?”

“Oh yes.” She really does.

He considers her response. He was right about her,
she’s not the type to put herself about, she’s got class. Not much but some. “I
suppose you’ll be wanting a deposit and a month’s rest up front?”

“That’s usually what we ask for, and we have a small
administrative charge.” She looks at him apologetically.

“No problem.” He makes it easy for her.

Her expression brightens when he accepts the admin
charge, no questions asked. Usually she has to explain. “I’ll have the Tenancy
Agreement drawn up for you.”

“Six months.”

“Right.”

“I’ll probably renew after then but I’d prefer to
check out the neighbours first.” He smiles at her in such a way she cannot help
but respond.

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” She’s leading him towards
the door. “And, we’ll need you to come down to the office and fill out some
forms, if that’s ok: name, current address, employer etcetera. Perhaps we could
arrange a time for tomorrow?”

Dan takes the initiative. “What’s wrong with today?”

She’s taken aback. “Oh! Nothing, nothing at all.” She
slams the front door behind them and side by side they descend two floors. “If
you want, you can follow me back to the office.”

“That would be my pleasure.” He holds back the
security door and allows her to exit first. He’s pushing the boat out and she
likes the attention, he can tell.

“Thank you,” she smiles, unaccustomed to common
courtesy. “Follow me.”

He takes a second to look back, number 53a is only a
couple of feet away. Against every impulse he has, he concludes his Oscar
winning performance with a role clinching display of self-restraint and walks
away from
her
door. But, from Monday, he will only be two floors away
and, when she and he are under one roof, he’ll be able to give a blow by blow
account of her submission; store it on his machine, keep a record of every
whimper, every plea …

Imagine that!

It’s
6.30, and I’m kicking shoes off aching
feet. Every bag is a reminder of the money I’ve spent: DKNY, Prada, Louis
Vuitton, Armani, Vivienne Westwood, Harvey Nichols and Selfridges and not
forgetting Victoria’s Secret. The sexy range looks and feels delicious, and my
new baby doll nighties in white and black are luxurious and indulgent.
Naturally, some personal favourites have crept in like Zara, Oasis and Jimmy
Choo: every girl needs accessories.

Ayden hasn’t been shopping, he’s been
working. He needs to relax, but I doubt he even knows the meaning of the word?
I pull him onto the sofa.

“I have a great idea. Why don’t I order
Chinese food, put on Titanic and make some popcorn? We’ll chill and enjoy a
movie together. What do you think?”

He forces a half smile but appears
disinterested. Are my Saturday nights that tedious?

“I’m up for the Chinese food, but not too
sure about the popcorn.”

I’m aghast. “You can’t have a movie without
popcorn Ayden, everyone knows that.”

“Everyone but me, it seems.” He looks away
still detached from the idea, engrossed in emails on his phone.

“I have a menu somewhere.” I scoot off
into the kitchen and retrieve a battered menu from my local take away. “Let’s
take a look, what do you fancy?” I shuffle closer to him and casually pull my
feet under my bottom.

“I don’t mind, anything,” he answers,
still disinterested. ”I don’t want anything sweet.”

I slither across his lap so he can’t view
his phone. “But you want me?” I think I have his attention now.

He raises his eyes so they are level with
mine and I’m rewarded with a flat smile. “This is true.”

Hello relaxation … time to play a game
we’ll both enjoy. I pull my thumb nail into my mouth, anticipating a visceral
response. “But sometimes, you like me sticky and hot?”

“You got me there.” He’s beginning to
thaw, so much so his phone is relegated to the sofa.

“Then why don’t you stop ignoring me, tell
me what’s on the menu for tonight and maybe I’ll be able to serve it up on a
platter for you?” I trace the outline of his bottom lip with the forefinger of
my right hand while my left hand teases his hair. He looks so casually coifed
and yet so damn sexy. I can’t keep my hands off him.

I grab his phone and snap a picture of
him. He’s not accustomed to this kind of playfulness and that’s the look I’ve
captured. “Send it to me.”

“I will.” He takes his phone from my hand,
pulls me to him so our faces are touching and stretches out his right arm. I
look into the tiny lens and smile. It flashes. He looks briefly at it and then
back at me. “The picture doesn’t do you justice Beth.”

“Let me see.” I’m moved to tears, we look
so close, so together so … I daren’t say the word for fear I may jinx this bud
of an affair. “You can send that to me too.” I return his phone to the sofa and
focus all my attention on him. “So what do you want to eat?”

He says nothing, and he doesn’t have to,
his eyes say it all. The blue-green iridescence that usually catches the light
has been replaced by smouldering grey hues. This is a man who is having very
wicked thoughts and that idea makes me feel extremely needy all of a sudden.
His erection is stirring beneath me and making me wriggle on top of him.

“Have you been reading your new book?” He
smirks. “What are you up to C for cute?” He raises his brows and tips his head
to the right. “Well, I can’t fault your reading skills.” He brushes a strand of
hair behind my ear. “You must be an excellent teacher, Miss Parker.”

His hands are moving slowly down my body,
over my shoulders, down my arms and under my bottom. He’s manoeuvring me into a
comfortable position.

“I’m an excellent teacher, but I’m very
strict.” I’m trying to keep a straight face.

“I’m very pleased to hear it.” His
pleasure is palpable, and he even directs my focus to his crutch, just in case
I hadn’t noticed.

I take a lingering look at his fly and the
bulging mass, and a salacious smile finds its way to my lips. When I raise my
eyes to his there’s the look, the one that makes me weak at the knees: the look
that could floor you and turn your brain into a vacuous space.

I place my hands on my knees and fold my
thumb into the folds of his stretching seams. “I can see just how pleased you
are.” I lick my lips anticipating my next sentence. “Maybe we should go try out
some of your new ‘toys’?”

He’s genuinely surprised.  I sense a mood
shift. “You bought
toys
? This should be interesting ...”

Apparently, he finds the idea of me using
‘toys’ on him quite amusing. I hate it when he uses that tone. It reminds me of
how I’m way out of my league with him; that he’s indulging me, probably more
than I deserve.

“That explains you browser history.”

Whoa, gear change. I try to look shocked.
“Ha, you’ve been spying on me.”

“I was bored, you were sleeping, what else
was I going to do?” He shrugs his shoulders and tries to look innocent.

“You said you were working?” My voice is
half an octave higher than usual; my eyes are wide with amusement.

“I was, but I got distracted, what can I
say?”

“And is there anything else you happened
to stumble across on my laptop?”

“Only your extensive music collection. I
synchronised my iPhone to your library, that’s all.”

“Oh, that’s kind of cool, find anything
you like?”

“It’s an eclectic mix, I’ll give you that.
There’s music there for every occasion.”

“It’s the soundtrack to my life,” I
confess, creating stillness in the room.

He strokes my hair. “Yes it is. We’ll have
to add some new tunes and update it.”

“We will.” I caress his face with the
backs of my fingers. “Maybe I’ll add some music to make love to?”

“I think you should.” He enfolds my face
and pulls my lips onto his. “I do appreciate the ‘toys’ but I don’t want you to
do anything you’re not comfortable with. Let’s face it, you’re never going to
be a Dominatrix are you?”

I shake my head and roll my eyes.

“When you take charge, you do it with so
much gentleness, you take care of me. I need that. That’s what I get off on.”
He plants a lingering kiss on my lips and I feel myself melting. “And also the
fact that you’re so damn sexy.”

“Thank you.” My mind drifts and I remember
our first kiss, the urgency, the desperation. We’ve come a long way. “I’ll
never hurt you Ayden.”

“I know.”

I feel his erection starting to fizzle
like a firework left out in the rain. Unwittingly, I have quelled his desire
and softened his mood: time to stoke the fire.

“Anyway, even us novices can be quite
skilful with our toys, Mr. Stone. Give me ten minutes and you’ll be putty in my
hands.”

He’s roaring with laugher and I’m having
to steady myself on his lap.

What did I say?

“
I hope not, or this is going to be one almighty anti-climax for
both of us.”

I giggle, realising my faux pas. When I
rest my gaze on his face, I see only tenderness there. It’s as if he can see
into my soul: we are connected. Time stands still, the way it always does.

“I like being around you Miss Parker.”

“I like that you like being around me Mr.
Stone. Do you want to play?”

“Only with you Elizabeth, Titanic can
wait.” He picks me up and, with my legs still around his hips and my arms
around his neck, he carries me into my bedroom.

He sits down on the side of my bed. I can
see flames of passion starting to ignite around him like a blazing aura: he’s
so damn hot. He’s taking in every inch of my face, preparing the way for his
lips but, when he comes in for the kill, I pull back. He tries to kiss me
again. I pull back.

A mischievous smile sweeps across his
face. “What game is this Elizabeth?” He asks, gifting one of his cheeky smiles.

“Let’s get you into position,” I say as
decisively as I can, feeling a breathlessness that I can barely contain.

I slide from his knees and reach into the
drawer in the bedside cabinet and lift out a blindfold. It’s black, silky and
elasticated. I slip it over his glossy hair and secure it over his lids. He
helps me, moving his head to make this highly erotic act all the more
harmonious. “Can you see me?”

Between unruffled sighs, he answers, “No.
What
are
you going to do to me?”

I gently push him backward, until he is
lying across my bed with his knees bent over the side. “You’ll see, or maybe
not … Put your hands above your head and weave your fingers together.”

As he does so his grey T-shirt lifts and
exposes his clearly defined abdomen; his muscles tighten and contract and that
sculpted V shape from his hips to below his low slung jeans draws my attention:
it’s distracting. Visually, I trace his arms from biceps to his wrist and
marvel at the speed at which every sinew responds. I’m not sure whose heart is
beating fastest, probably mine.

My next toy rests in my sweating palm;
it’s a length of soft restraining cord. I walk around the bed and examine him
from another angle. He’s fully dressed, but it doesn’t matter, he still has the
same effect on me. Something about this beautiful man stirs my soul. I want to
tie him up and keep him prisoner, to never let him go and this is step one of
my wicked plan. Rather than simply tying him up I decide to have some fun,
after all isn’t it all about anticipation?

I lean over him and stretch out my arms,
beginning at his wrists. I hold onto his wrists and ease my way to his
shoulders, my nimble hands struggling to contain his muscular biceps. I feel
his hot breath on my face as I rest my head by his intertwined fingers. I move
further over him and allow his fingers to stroke my breasts; the skin over his
knuckles whitens but he stays obediently in place. I reward him with a chaste
kiss and feel a ripple of pure lust surge through my body as his tongue reaches
out, anticipating more contact.

I tie his hands in a glorified bow. “Can
you feel the rope Ayden?”

“Yes Elizabeth. You have me at your
mercy.” I watch as his chest lifts and falls, just the thought of being
restrained and taken has made him hot and hard.

“I do.” And it’s an almighty turn-on. I
crawl over him, over his arms until his head is beneath my crutch. I lean
forward and very, very slowly start to undo the belt on his jeans.

“Are you going to blow me? I do hope so …”

“Hush.” I feel his breathing starting to
quicken, his chest rising and falling beneath me. He senses the proximity of my
body, yet is powerless to touch, taste or even see it. This is my form of
gentle dominance.

Before lowering his zip, I place my palms
on his abdomen and lower them until I reach his pubic bone, rather than
stopping I keep going until the thumb on my right hand hits his erect penis. I
push against it with my thumb and forefinger, knowing he can’t move but it’s
the pressure against my skin that is making his stomach muscles quiver and
causing soft grunts to escape from his mouth.

I pull down his zip and lower his jeans
and boxers, he lifts his buttocks to ease the movement and, with a grateful
moan, his cock frees itself and points to the ceiling. It’s rock hard and
beautiful, and I want to taste it.

With a sensuous craving I lick my lips and
reposition myself for the task, still with my back to him with my knees either
side of his hips. He responds instinctively when I rest my hands on his thighs
by thrusting himself towards me, desperate to be sucked and enjoyed. His
breathing is irregular but there’s a kind of rattling sound coming from his
throat, a sort of trembling excitement.

“I want you to ask me nicely Ayden.  Do
you understand?”

“Yes.” A muffled cough escapes his mouth
as he gathers his thoughts. “Fuck me with your mouth, Elizabeth … please.”

I hear the words and they are a powerful
stimulant. How could I refuse when I’m finding unimaginable joy in his
surrender? “Lie still Ayden, calm your breathing, just feel.” He takes deep
breaths and I can tell he’s enjoying the fact that I have it in my power to
control his orgasm: he must capitulate completely to me.

I slide my hands towards his knees and
lick the tip of his rigid cock. It tastes of salty sweat and sex on skin. He
lets out a single grunt in gratitude and that’s enough to spur me on. I bend
down and take him in my mouth until the crown is touching the back of my
throat.

An appreciative “Oh.” leaves his lips.

I start to move up and down, paying
special attention to the tip as I rise. His body is starting to jerk and lift
and I remove my mouth.

“If you keep moving, I’ll stop Ayden.”

“No. Don’t stop! For fuck’s sake, don’t
stop.”

His plea moves me - he is so aroused, it
causes a torrent of emotion to flood through my body. I resume my position and
take him into my mouth again. I feel him straining beneath me, fighting to keep
still, gluing himself to the mattress. It’s all I can do to take the strain, so
I attack him with more ferocity, sucking, licking, enjoying him.