Trust Me (71 page)

“So
this is just a guess, but I suppose you want to make love?” she asked watching the smile creep slowly across his handsome face.

“Don’t
mind if I do,” he said, pulling her to her feet and into his embrace, kissing her deeply, passionately; his tongue battling with hers until she moaned her surrender. He lifted her quickly in his arms and carried her up the stairs, kicking the bedroom door closed behind them. He walked to the bed and tossed her down on it, laughing as she bounced on the mattress.

“So
what wicked ideas do you have in mind for tonight?” she asked as he stretched out beside her.

“What
would you like?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“This
was your idea, remember?”

“No,
I gave you several ideas and you chose to make love."

“Whatever,”
she moaned as he leaned in and began kissing her neck. “Maybe I should just decide on the Jacuzzi,” she teased then began giggling when he rolled her beneath him; his hands holding her arms above her head.

“That
sounds good,” he said, capturing her ear lobe with his teeth. “I can see you wet, hot and sweating down stairs or wet, hot and sweating right here.”

“Well,
since you put it that way,” she giggled.

“Sit
up,” he said, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the floor. He unfastened the front closure of her bra; smiling wickedly when he pushed it off her shoulders.

“That
is a sight worthy of worship,” he told her, dipping his head down and licking her nipples. “I bought a couple of new things for you and I want to try them out.”

“When
did you go shopping without me?” she asked with a frown, laying down again so he could remove her sandals, pants and panties; leaving her lying completely naked across the bed.

“I
bought them online while we were in Paris.”

“Is
that the package you picked up when we came back tonight?” He nodded, lifting and kissing her foot before leaving the room. Sandra stretched her arms and legs out and groaned. That crazy man had made her so proud of her body, that she actually enjoyed being naked in front of him; she loved how he responded to her.

“Do
you know how really beautiful you look like this?” Creighton asked, setting down next to her, resting the box across her tummy. “You have an amazing body and I love playing with it.”

“So
what did you buy?” she asked with a blush.

“Open
it,” he told her and watched her sit up, unwrapping the brown paper from the box. Inside was a small wooden treasure chest with a heart shaped golden lock; the key hanging on a string.

“So
what do we have?” she asked, unlocking the box and lifting out a package with a naked woman on the front; her arms bound in a black band in front of her naked torso.

“New
restraints,” he told her, taking the package and opening it. “They are spandex, comfortable on the skin, but tight enough to keep you under control.” Sandra watched as he took the black stretchy material out of the package and pulled on it to show her how snug it was.

“What
else did you get?”

“A
new vibrator.” He lifted another package out of the box and removing a long glass tube that resembled a penis. It was beautiful; thick blue and violet swirled around the clear glass with inset sparkles; nearly as large as Creighton himself.

“It
has a little battery and it’s practically silent.” He flipped the small switch on the bottom of the device and placed it in her hand. She was amazed at how intense the vibration was and how quiet.

“There
is a new set of beads,” he continued, watching as she switched off the tube and set it aside. He reached into the wooden chest and lifted out a third box, removing a string of four thick blue glass beads, the size of golf balls on a long leather string.

“Glass
is very hypoallergenic and eco-friendly,” he explained. “No chemicals, easily made and simple to clean.”

“So
what about the ones you already have? Do you replace them?”

“We can, eventually that is, if you like these. We’ll have to spend a great deal of time on research; just to make certain you enjoy them.”

 “You are a deviant,” she giggled.

“You
should know, baby,” he teased her, pushing her gently back down to the mattress. “So you want to play or watch a movie. Actually, we could do both.”

“Let’s
just do our thing alone,” she argued. “I really don’t like porno.”

“Have
you ever watched it?”

“No
and I don’t want to.”

“It
can be pretty stimulating.”

“I
have an entire section of self-help books on breaking the porno addiction at the library,” she said with a narrowing of her eyes. “Shall I order a book or two for you?”

“Not
necessary,” he assured her. “I’m not addicted; I'm just fascinated. Besides, it’s not wrong if you watch it with the person you love; it can give you new ideas.”

“I
just don’t see why anyone would get excited over watching other people have sex.” Creighton drew a deep breath and looked down at her, caressing her thigh with a large hand.

“Do
you remember when I told you I had been into some pretty dark things with sex?” Sandra nodded. “Well, one of the things I’ve done is the home pornos.” Sandra’s eyes widened when she realized what he was saying. Creighton laid down next to her and cupped her cheek, brushing her lips with his thumb.

“Miriam
taught me a lot of things. One thing she really liked was being videotaped. She loved to watch her performance afterwards and critique herself. She said it made her a better lover if she saw what she was doing. Most of the women I’ve been with enjoyed having their pictures taken; they liked the camera a lot.”

“I
had no idea,” she whispered.

“When
we were at Chang’s, why did you ask to go further with the pictures?” Sandra frowned and shrugged her shoulders.

“I
guess I was just taken in by the moment.”

“Exactly,
it’s no different with videos. You become so overwhelmed by the passion and excitement and find the courage to go a little further. It all depends on whom you’re with that makes it wrong.”

“Do
you have remorse for the women you’ve taped?” Creighton drew a deep breath and lowered his hand to her stomach, playing with her navel ring.

“To
a point,” he said honestly. “If it wasn’t for Miriam, I doubt I would ever have considered such a thing. Nevertheless, I lost my apprehension and found that there were some things I really liked. You like the bondage and I like making you come. I like taking you past your point of resistance as much as you do and I like how brave you’ve become. Two weeks ago, you would never have considered lying naked in front of a man; now you’re willing to allow a stranger to take photos of you. Sex, desire, passion, even pornography isn’t a bad thing if it’s done the correct way. The human body is a beautiful piece of art; there is no reason to be afraid of it, especially the female body. That’s why so many have painted it and photographed it over the centuries. I regret some of the women I’ve known; but I don’t regret what I’ve learned from them and I would hope they don’t regret what I’ve had to teach them.”

“So
do you still do videos?”

“I
haven’t had much to do with anything like that in three years. I wasn’t lying when I told you I stopped living after I was shot. Until I met you, I was willing to stay a hermit forever, a true Howard Hughes. Michelle was the instigator in getting me to go to Kansas. If I had a timid PA, I would still be holed up in my flat in Chelsea, but because of her I met you; because of you, I started living again.” Creighton leaned into her and kissed her so softly that she found the tears filling her closed eyes, slipping down her temples.

“You
are breathtaking,” he told her, wiping the last tear away.

“And
you sir, are the most astounding man I’ve ever known. You’re frustrating, irritating, and maybe a little fearful at times, but I have lost my heart and my common senses to you. I love every part of you, even the perverted parts.”

“Why
would you ever think I’m fearful?” he frowned, absorbing all that she had said.

“Because
you do things and know things I have never known existed. I trust you wholeheartedly, but sometimes…I’m afraid of you. It’s as if you’re two men in one. On one hand you are gentle and loving and passionate; on the other you’re perverted, dangerous and intense. I’m not sure if I should love you, or run away.”

“Don’t
ever run away,” he warned her softly. “The dangerous side of me would find you and bring you back to the safe side.”

“I
hope so,” she whispered, smiling as he leaned over her and kissed her again.

“I
want to love you until you’re completely breathless; until your soul surrenders to me fully and then I’ll start all over again.”

“Promise?”
she asked, as his lips caressed her ear.

“I
promise. Now, let’s play.” He stood up off the bed, stripping out of his clothes, then knelt back on the end of the mattress, taking her feet gently in his strong hands and slowly spread her legs apart before moving gracefully up the length of her body to lay across her slender frame.

“I
want to try all these new toys on you,” he whispered, pressing his chest against his initials. He wrapped his strong hands around her waist and pulled her hips off the bed, upwards to his lips; holding her securely beneath him while he licked her navel; playing with the tiny belly ring, tugging gently on the chain with his teeth, until she gasped.

“I
want you tethered so tightly, you can’t move more than a breath.” He took the stretchy band from the pile next to her and climbed off the bed again, stepping to her side, sliding her right wrist into it; he  pulled it through the top cross bar on the three-rung headboard, securing her left hand inside.

“Can
you get loose?” he asked and she tried to twist her hands free, but they were much tighter than the cuffs had been. She shook her head, eyes wide and bit her bottom lip.

“Good,
that’s the way I want you. Now, let’s see what else I can do for you.” He smiled wickedly and walked to the closet where the famous black case of toys was stored. He unzipped the main compartment and removed the small velvet bag with the diamond and gold clamps. He turned to see her eager expression, walking back to the bed and sat on the mattress beside her, grinning.

“Ready
to play?” he asked her. Sandra drew a deep breath to steady her nerves, but couldn’t hide the excited smile spreading across her face. Creighton laughed, leaning down and kissing her lips.

“I
love so many things about you,” he whispered against her mouth. “I love your intelligence, your passion, your bravery; but more than that I love you. I want you to scream with pleasure.”

“Bring
it on,” she whispered, feeling her courage build to a new height. Creighton laughed again; sitting up and gently caressing her breasts. She moaned as his hands cupped the round globes, kneading them firmly while tugging on her nipples. He leaned across her chest, blowing his warm breath across the delicate pebbles, tracing his tongue across her skin, nipping and suckling at her nipples until they became rock hard and erect. With skillful fingers, he pulled her nipples tight, capturing them with the small gold clamps, securing each in turn with the golden clips, before attaching the chain and tugging gently, smiling as she gasped.

“Very
nice,” he said, leaning over and running the tip of his tongue across her imprisoned nipples, gently nipping them and chuckling when she moaned.

Creighton
stood off the bed and walked to the foot, taking the cuffs out of the bag and securing her feet to the bottom posts. Her legs were spread wide; making her movements impossible. Creighton took the feather duster from the bag and ran it up her exposed feet, smiling when she tried to squirm away.

“Nice,”
he said again, caressing the inside of her calves with the feathers, moving it closer up her legs, first one and then the other, deliberately avoiding the spot that burned for his attention. Sandra moaned with frustration and desire, trying to wiggle free while he slowly caressed her outer hips, moving up her side. The desire was urgent; her need burning deeper than the tickling sensations as he moved over her stomach, up her sternum to her breasts, caressing the tips of her nipples and grinning wickedly as she moaned harder.

Creighton
stopped his torture for a moment, tugging the chain between her nipples gently then lifted it to her mouth.

“Open,”
he ordered and she did, gasping as he pulled the chain higher, lifting her breasts up by the clamps across her nipples and slipped the chain between her teeth. “Now, bite.” She again obeyed and instantly moaned as he began to tickle the delicate flesh of the underside of her breasts.