Trust Me II (53 page)

Creighton kissed her neck as his family disappeared into the night. There was such a sense of belonging that
encompassed the confines of the covered porch that she really didn’t want to leave it. She had not found that familiar feeling of acceptance in a very long time and she was not eager to lose it now.

“Are you tired?” he asked her. Sandra knew what that husky tone indicated and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Depends on what you had in mind?” she told him.

“Well, mum and Kristen has already done the dishes, the leftovers are put away and Sabrina cleaned the table and counters. All that’s left is a quiet evening with your husband.”

“By quiet, I assume you mean my screaming in pleasure while you torture me with some obscene display of perversion.”

“You know me so well, Mrs. Ashford,” he
grinned, pulling her back against him a bit tighter, rubbing his erection into her bottom.

“I think I’ve known you since the beginning of the universe,” she whispered, allowing him to take her away on a wave of desire. They turned and walked back into their home, closing the door and the night outside as he gathered her into his arms and carried her up the stairs.
She couldn’t help but laugh. Sleep was not going to be a friend for them, until much, much later.

Sandra
sat on the side of the bed, naked, listening to the sounds of a dog barking outside. She stretched her arms over her head and smiled as she looked around her new surroundings.

The bedroom was
large, though not as big as Creighton would have preferred and it was elaborately decorated in old Victorian design, with drapes hanging from the posts of the bed they had purchased in Paris. The drapery holding back the daylight across the windows were a thick wine color and the floor was covered in a matching carpet. The vanity, dresser and nightstands were all purchased specifically for the era the room represented and the comfort and convenience of the modern world they lived in. There were adapters and outlets hiding just behind the back rim of the bedside tables for alarm clocks, phone chargers and more specifically, toys.

The vanity mirror lit up with a flip of a switch and the dresser drawers were divided for
easy organization. There was a small upholstered settee at the foot of the bed and Sandra blushed as she remembered how her husband had used it to make love to her the night before.

With her lying on t
he bed, he had spread her legs over the end of the very comfortable mattress and secured them to the bottom posts with the feline covered handcuffs. He positioned himself comfortably on the settee between her legs, playing and teasing her for what had seemed like hours. When at last he let her up, it was only to turn her around so she knelt on the bench while he spanked her until she came. She was always astounded at how easily he made use of anything at his disposal and a small part of her wondered what wicked ideas he would have in mind next.

“You’re smiling and not hurling,” he said in a sleeping tone
as he rolled over to look up at her. “Maybe it will be a good day for you.”

“I don’t feel sick in the slightest, and I was smiling because I was thinking about last night.”

“Would you like a repeat performance?” Sandra laughed as he pulled her back down to the mattress, pressing his erection against her thigh.

“How can any man wake up with that every day?” she teased.

“It’s not difficult when I have you in my arms.”

“We should probably get up and start the day,” she sighed. The idea of staying in bed with this man was very inviting and she was struggling to remember why they needed to wake up at all.

“The bed is too comfortable and you’re too soft to leave,” he complained. “Besides, I have a problem that only you can fix.”

“
Deviant,” she smiled.

“You know it.” He rolled over
, pulling her under him before she had a chance to complain further, covering her mouth with his and sparring an erotic battle with her tongue. Sandra sighed into him. She wasn’t about to object, she wanted this as much as he did.

“Stay here,” he told her suddenly then climbed off the bed and padded across the floor, naked. He opened the door to the walk-in closet and removed her snack bag and the famous black bag. Carrying both to the bed, he crawled back up and pulled the covers off her, smiling at her nakedness.

“I don’t want to stop so you can go to the bathroom,” he told her, removing a snack pack of mixed nuts and another of jammie dodgers, along with a bottle of his company’s organic orange juice. Sandra smiled as he opened the cookies and popped one into his mouth before pressing one against her lips.

“Don’t bite,” he told her with a wicked grin. “Just lick it for a minute.” Sandra knew where this was leading and obeyed, closing her eyes and softly moaning as the tip of her tongue traced the lace design that etched the rim of the shortcake.

“That’s it,” he told her in a very husky tone. “Now eat it, but I want you to take it into your mouth with your tongue only, no teeth.” Sandra did as he instructed and smiled; it really wasn’t as difficult as it seemed. She sucked on the sweet treat until it softened then chewed it and watched as he took another out of the package.

She
had never enjoyed eating the raspberry filled cookie so much before, but somehow playing with this man always made everything taste better…even him.

“Still feeling well?” he asked after four more
biscuits
and half a bottle of juice.

“Yes,” she assured him, knowing exactly where his questioning was taking them.

“I really like how you make love to food.”

“I like how it turns you on,” she smiled.

“Want to tease me some more?”

“
Only if you make me come when I’m finished,” she told him with a knowing smile.

“You are getting brave,” he smiled back at her. “I love how free you’re becoming and I love it when you tell me what you want.”

“Do you want to know what I want now?” she asked him, rising up off the pillow to face him. He nodded silently. “I want you to put those magic golden balls inside me and turn on the music so I can dance for you.”

“Then what?” he asked, his tone barely more than a deep whisper.

“Then I want you to watch very close as I make myself come. That’s what you like, isn’t it? To know I don’t need you to find pleasure?”

“Yes,” he growled.

“And after that, you’re going to use that tongue of yours until I come again, then I will let you take the balls out and replace them with that very hard friend of yours.”

“God, Sandra, I love this new you.”

“I know you do, but remember, the old me is waiting on the safer side for when we’re finished.”

“And I love her just as much.”

Creighton removed the ben-wa balls from the back pack along with the gel and watched as she climbed out of bed and retrieved her iPod from the dresser. She placed it in the charger on the alarm clock and turned it on, finding her favorite jazz playlist. He was at her side a moment later, his large warm hand caressing her butt cheek as his other hand slowly began covering her labia with the slick gel.

He slid his finger in between her lips and
found the small bud that responded to his touch. Smiling, he took the golden balls and began caressing them between her lips, smiling as she closed her eyes and moaned.

“I want to shag you so damned bad,” he whispered, bringing her eyes back to his.

“No,” she told him gently. “First you have to be properly prepared; otherwise I won’t be able to make you come the way I want.”

“How’s that?”

“Hard and fast.”

“Tease me then, baby,” he growled, pushing the balls inside her and slapping her bottom…hard. Sandra gasped and narrowed
her eyes, but didn’t say another word as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to sit on the edge of the mattress. She stepped out of his reach and began to sway her hips back and forth, circling them around and moaning as the golden objects inside her began to caress her vaginal walls.

The song that was playing ended and another picked up two seconds later and she had a wicked idea; she walked to him and leaned across his legs, moving her hips over them, rubbing
her wet crotch across his throbbing erection. It was Creighton’s turn to moan and he closed his eyes as she continued to caress him.

“Open your eyes or I’ll stop,” she told him, repeating the words he had spoken to her more than once. He obeyed and watched as she caress
ed her breasts, pinching the hard nipples softly to avoid causing a pain she wasn’t ready to experience. She pressed her wet clitoris against the tip of his erection, then wrapped her fingers around it and began to explore her body with it as though it was a large finger. He growled and reached out, capturing her bottom in his hands, squeezing in an attempt to regain his composure.

“I’m getting hotter,” she
whispered, closing her eyes and sliding her other hand between her legs, playing with her throbbing clitoris.

“Yes,” he whispered,
leaning back on his elbows so he could watch her. Sandra sensed his movements and rose up over him on her knees pressing him further down so he was lying beneath her as she continued to play with her own body.

Creighton slapped her bottom and she
yelped as he slid a finger inside her wet vagina to find the golden balls. He slapped her again and she moaned, the balls jerked against his fingers as he pressed them against the soft pad of flesh on the front of her vagina. Another slap was all it took and she cried out, feeling the dizziness overtake her as she gyrated her hips across his stomach. Creighton pulled her down across his hard flat abdomen, pressing his finger deeper inside her body. The orgasm was bitter sweet; as much as she loved coming, she didn’t much care for doing it to herself, but knowing he was with her somehow gave her the courage to continue until she was certain she had nothing left to expel.

Sandra rolled off him and onto her back, panting and gasping as his fingers began
slipped out of her and began to caress her soft labia.

“
If I remember the itinerary properly, it’s my,” he told her and leaned over her, caressing her body with his tongue. She couldn’t believe how naughty and erotic this day was starting out and blushed when she thought about what they were doing. She certainly was not the same little girl who had gone on vacation to a foreign country less than four months ago.

Within a very short time she felt the familiar dizziness pick up again and moaned
, wrapping her fingers in his long hair and pulling his head closer to her. His tongue answered her need as his fingers slid into her trembling body again, playing with the balls that caressed the lining of her secret passage. Within the span of a single heartbeat, she felt the flood gates open and cried out to him again, her hands holding him against her quivering body. She needed this and for some odd reason, she just couldn’t seem to get enough; it was like an aphrodisiac begging her to continue, egging her forward to a deeper release.

She needed him inside her and she drew a deep breath, about to tell him but cried out instead as the
balls were pulled out of her with a sharp jerk. She released his head suddenly as he moved over her, thrusting into her tight body with ease. He did as she requested and began to rock against her hard, but just soft enough to prevent ramming into her cervix. Several seconds later and he was growling his release, bathing her in the heat of his release as he clung to her bottom, lifting her slightly so she was angled for a deeper contact. The movement was all it took and she cried out again, her nails digging into his forearms, her head spinning and her heart pounding within her chest.

Sex with her husband was never dull, that she could contest to as h
e collapsed across her a moment later, panting for air as she struggled to regain her composure. In total it took barely a few minutes, but the memory would last them both the remainder of the day. He began to chuckle and she felt the sting of embarrassment; her librarian had found her and was scolding her for her actions. She couldn’t believe she had just done that, and what’s more she couldn’t believe it was her idea!

“That was the best way to start a day, I could ever think of.” He smiled into her neck and slowly began nipping at the tender flesh.

“You don’t think poorly of me, do you?” she asked in a timid tone. Creighton rose above her, bracing himself on his elbows as he smiled down into her bright eyes.

“I will never forget today and the gift you gave me.”

“What gift?” she frowned.

“The gift of total acceptance of my perverted side
; you did what I wanted and I loved every breathless second of it, though you took me off guard. Next time we’ll have to spend more time playing and less time shagging.”

“I really think I’m turning into Hyde,” she smiled with a soft blush. “I seem to have all these strange ideas and weird emotions taking control of me. Do you think there’s something wrong with the baby? I mean, is this going to make him a sex crazed lunatic?”