Trust Me (19 page)

“You haven’t really heard of a lot of things concerning sex before, either.” Then without warning his fingers slid a second ice cube into her, his lips kissing her brown curls as she gasped and tried to struggle against the cold assault. He slipped two fingers into her and pressed the ice hard against her cervix, then slowly began to circle them around the tight canal. His tongue bathed her clitoris, his teeth nipping gently at her labia all the while his fingers her thrusting in and out of her.

He was right; it was such an unusual sensation, a mixture of cold and hot and within a few short seconds she felt it again; the searing dizziness of orgasm. Creighton chuckled against her delicate skin as she cried out, allowing her ride out the waves for several long moments; his tongue tormenting her throbbing clitoris, the ice inside her quickly melting. He moved back to her side as she fell further into the mattress, his fingers holding the remaining ice inside her as she calmed down.

“Another experience among the many,” he told her, kissing the tip of her nose causing her to blush. A moment later and he moved his fingers and she moaned, the sensation of not having him inside her was both a relief and a disappointment.

“Now my love, are you thirsty?” he asked through amused tones.

“I can’t drink if I’m tied up,” she complained.

“Who said anything about you drinking?” he asked and she waited for whatever he planned next, feeling a cool round object press against her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and tasted the sweet juice of a strawberry.

“Don’t bite,” he warned her and quickly pulled it from her lips.

“What’s on it?” she frown, licking her lips.

“Champagne,” he told her and replaced the strawberry against her mouth again. “Just suck.” She did as instructed, using her tongue to caress the fruit. It was a strange and delightful taste and she found herself falling back into the arms of comfort. Creighton supplied the moistened strawberry once more, before squeezing the juice into her mouth.

“Now you may bite it,” he told her and she did just that, savoring the sweet nectar while he fed her the juicy fruit. “More?” he asked after she had swallowed and she nodded. Several minutes passed by with him feeding her champagne soaked strawberries, until she was satisfied and he stopped, still lying beside her on the bed.

“So what evil ideas do you have planned now?” she asked, no longer feeling afraid or irritated.

“Not evil,” he answered. “Maybe a little wicked perhaps.” He leaned down and kissed her lips before standing up and leaving her side. She waited for several more seconds listening to him move about the room. When he touched her ankles she actually jumped in surprise.

“We’re going to play a little more; there are a few more items I’d like to introduce you to. After that, you can decide if you want to sleep or have lunch, alright?” Sandra nodded, swallowing hard at the anticipation of what he had in mind.

She felt a cool, hard object rub against her vaginal opening, but it didn’t penetrate. He caressed her labia and the soft curls with it, sliding it between her lips, rubbing against the swollen throbbing bud of her clitoris. Suddenly the object began to buzz, vibrating against her flesh and she gasped. The feeling was amazing as he massaged it across her wet body.

He opened her labia with is fingers, moving it over the delicate folds, teasing her relentlessly until she moaned with pleasure. Creighton slowly moved the hard, buzzing object down and into her vagina, pressing it deep inside as the vibrating intensified. He withdrew it slowly and then thrust it into her hard, fast, twisting it around in a circle inside her vagina. She moaned with regret as he withdrew it, gasping as he thrust it into her again. He continued to tease her like this until she was dizzy with desire. She wanted to move, she wanted to lift her legs but she was barely able to wiggle her toes.

Sandra was becoming frustrated at the lack of mobility and realized just how vulnerable she really was. The buzzing object thrust into her hard, this time not coming back out as his warm finger began to massage her backside, lifting her slightly off the bed. Her arms and legs pulled against the cuffs, but she didn’t care, it felt incredibly wonderful to have his strong hands on her buttocks, the vibrating object pressing against the front of her vaginal wall.

His hands massaged the mounds of her butt cheeks in a circular movement as his thumbs caressed the crevasse between them. She let out an odd gasping moan when the tip of one thumb began to tease her anus, before carefully sliding into the opening. It hurt for a moment, but her body quickly adjusted to the strange sensation and her muscles relaxed around him. It was such an incredible sensation that she had no choice but to moan, spurring his thumb to go deeper. He lowered her back to the bed and began thrusting the vibrating object inside her again, his thumb following suit. As he pulled his thumb out, the vibrator went in and when it came out his thumb went in. It was incredible and intoxicating and she quickly succumbed to the desire, crying out her release again.

Creighton’s actions picked up as he began thrusting hard and fast inside both orifices, until she screamed, taking her orgasm to a deeper level. She struggled against her restraints and tried to move her hips while he continued his savage actions on her lower regions. Several agonizing, climatic moments passed by before she arched her shoulders and screamed out again, the sound primal, loud, her release engulfing her entire soul. Creighton slowed his actions and stopped the object from vibrating in her, removing it completely from her body, but kept his thumb where it was.

“How did that feel?” he asked with his lips against her lower abdomen.

“Incredible,” she panted breathlessly, smiling at the warm laughter he supplied at her expense. She was moist with sweat, her breasts hot and the junction between her legs throbbing; her limbs felt weak against the restraints.

“Bear with me for a few more minutes,” he told her gently as though once again reading her mind. “We’re almost done and then you can rest.” He began kissing her inner thigh, running his hot tongue up the length of it, toward her soaked curls.

“So wet,” he whispered as his thumb began to thrust inside her bottom again and she tried to wiggle against it, but only managed to move his digit further into her. It was a mind-blowing sensation and it was a feeling that quickly intensified as he withdrew his thumb and inserted a long finger. His mouth eased closer to her quivering apex and he inserted two fingers into her bottom. The sensation was painful at first, but soon became pleasurable; the tip of his tongue traced the edges of her vaginal lips.

“Like it?” he asked her and she moaned again. “Tell me, do you like this?”

“Yes,” she answered softly, blushing profusely under her mask.

His fingers continued to play a very wicked game inside her rectum, but all she could do was feel; it was amazing and so indecent. His tongue found its prey and he began to play with her clitoris, sucking it and biting it causing her to moan softly. The torture continued for several long, agonizing moments until she the desire began building again, the dizziness taking hold and she cried out against the soul searing sensation.

“So eager,” he whispered. “I can’t believe how quickly you give it up to me.” She felt the hard, heat of his manhood press into her moist opening, his weight between her legs causing the bed to sink slightly, pulling her arms tighter against the restraints. His fingers remained inside her as he pushed his penis into her vagina, forcing a deep growl to escape her throat.

“Yes,” she whispered as he slid slowly out of her and back in, sheathing his full length into her tight body.

“More?” he asked.

“Yes,” she insisted, knowing he wanted to hear her say it and she was rewarded by the hard thrusting of his shaft as he quickly rammed into her, harder and harder, his fingers moving in and out of her bottom. She tried to lift her hips, but the pressure of him against her was too heavy and she couldn’t move, she was completely restrained and at his mercy. It was frustrating, but intoxicating, unable to move, unable to resist and it made her feelings intensify.

“Oh God, Sandra,” she heard him groan as he thrust his penis and his fingers deep inside her. Two deeper, penetrating thrusts and he stilled, growling deep as he spilled his seed into her. The sensation was hot and tipped her over the edge, causing her to cry out again, her body climaxing around him. It was thrilling, hot and passionate, everything she had read about in her romance novels and everything she secretly hoped to someday feel was happening to her in one incredible moment.

As she struggled to regain air in her lungs, Creighton slowly pull his fingers out of her bottom, his manhood softening slightly within her. She sighed, drifting down into a satisfied afterglow, a contented smile etching her lips.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked her with an amused edge to his deep tone.

“Are you saying you didn’t?” she panted in return and he laughed as he moved off the bed.

“I can’t imagine a single inch of you that I wouldn’t find pleasure with,” he told her, releasing the restraints around her right ankle. She moaned with relief as he massaged her aching flesh with his moist fingers, kissing the bottom of her foot and nipping at the pads of her toes. He slowly licked each toe in turn, sucking on the big one, making her giggle with this new sensation. Her legs felt like rubber bands, but his touch was soothing, sensual and warm against her skin. He laid her leg down to the bed, bending it at the knee before he repeated his actions with the opposite side. Once both legs were released and feeling much better, he sat on the bed next to her and kissed her lips tenderly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, running a gentle finger down her sternum to her navel, circling and teasing the tender flesh.

“Wet,” she said shyly and smiled at his hearty laugh.

“That you are my love, very, very wet.” He reached up and unfastened her wrists, rubbing the delicate skin to bring circulation back into them, kissing the tip of each finger. Once he had paid special attention to her palms, licking and nipping gently at the soft skin he placed them across her breasts and smiled as he watched her cup each mound, reaching up and slowly pulling her mask off. She blinked repeatedly as her eyes adjusted to the light and glanced up at the handsome man staring down at her.

“Are you tired? Do you want to rest?”

“I am tired, but not enough to sleep. I think I’m more sore than anything.”

“Too much for the first time?” She nodded.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I never knew I could feel anything like that, but I am really sore.”

“Let’s go use the Jacuzzi,” he told with a wide smile. “It will help a lot.” Sandra nodded and took the man’s hand walking beside him as he led her toward the steps to the upper deck.

“Don’t we need a towel?” she asked, receiving a wicked grin from the man next to her.

“There are some on deck, besides if it were up to me, I’d keep you naked the rest of the day,” he told her with a soft chuckle. “It would make things much easier for when I decide to let you take advantage of me.”

“Oh, really? And if I chose to not take advantage?” They turned the corner around the weight room and onto the deck where the Jacuzzi sat.

“Oh, I’m sure you’d take advantage once I have you where I want you.” Sandra giggled, watching as Creighton turned on the bubbling jets, adjusting the temperature and led her to the edge of the marble tub. He stepped down the three stairs, holding her hand until she was securely inside the water, sitting on the seat beside him.

They snuggled close for a several long minutes in silence, each caught up in their own thoughts until their muscles began to relax. Sandra sighed as the tension slowly began to dissolve, leaving her feeling relaxed and comfortable.

“You are incredible, do you know that?” he whispered. “I have never known a woman who was more eager or could take so much at one time.”

“I have such a great teacher and I am a fast learner. I graduated with a 3.9 GPA.” He chuckled again, his lips moving down to her ear.

“So in other words, you can learn more at a much faster rate? I like that.”

“I could stay here like this, all day,” she said after few long moments, turning in his arms and laying her head against his shoulders. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

“So who’s stopping you?” he asked and she giggled.

“I’m sure if it were up to you, I’d be cuffed to your bed for a week while you made use of every one of your toys in that kinky kit.” He laughed again as the timer clicked and the bubbles ceased.

“Damned right,” he told her. “But you need a break. We’ll have to work up to a marathon session. Let’s go get something to eat and relax for a while, before the crew comes back.” She groaned her rejection.

“No,” she told him. “I don’t want to move.”

“Come on. I need to feed you so you’ll have the energy for tonight.”

“And what do you have in mind for me, Lord Vader?” she asked as he stood up, lifting her to her feet and stepping out of the heat of the marble tub. He laughed again, the sound light and quickly becoming one of her favorite sounds.

“How are you at poker?” he asked, walking to a wall of cupboards near the stairs and removed two large towels. He handed her one and watched as she wrapped it around her torso, quickly wrapped the other around his waist before walking with her back down to the bedroom.