I walked up to the elevator and punched the button hard enough to make my finger sting. I was in a foul mood, angry and keyed-up. I could make some excuse for the clients–hurt people hurt people, after all, and sexual hurts can produce some particularly toxic behaviors–but not for my colleague. Our practice was going to be running one psychiatrist short until we could replace the bastard, but I would gladly deal with that to get rid of him. What he’d pulled–
Stop thinking about it, MacMillan, I told myself, using my last name the way Mom did when she was coming down hard. (Well, she more often said “Benjamin Bruce MacMillan,” but I wasn’t going to do that.) You’ll only work yourself into a complete fury, and Shay doesn’t deserve that.
As always, the thought of my beautiful girlfriend eased my soul–though it would take a lot of easing before I was fit company. Our six-month anniversary–should that be “demianniversary”?–whatever–it’s coming up in a few weeks, I reminded myself, trying to divert my mind. I should do something special for her.
The elevator door opened and I pushed through to our front door. I managed not to fling it open, then stopped dead. Before me was a hand-lettered sign reading, I’m waiting for you in bed. Come get your surprise.
The gears jammed in my brain–but only in my big head; my little one was more than capable of responding appropriately. I shut the door behind me and kicked off my shoes, then turned right into the hallway, taking my shirt off and flinging it into the laundry room on the way past. This time, of course, the bedroom door wasn’t shut, and I walked unhindered into an erotic vision.
There were some other differences this time as well. For one thing, Shay’s arms were bound straight above her head, bound to each other with the cord looped around one of the posts in the big mission-style headboard. For another, she wasn’t naked, she was wearing filmy, flimsy-looking red lingerie that I hoped she didn’t expect to survive the next hour. Also, the blindfold wasn’t black, but a matching red.
And, most important of all: this time, she was mine. A fact which she underscored when she said in a low, sultry voice, “We have some unfinished business, lover.”
“Do we now?” I parried, playing for time as I unbuckled my pants.
“Ohhhhh, yes,” Shay purred. “You did the right thing that night, but I’ve been dreaming about this ever since. Even that night when I slept in your arms.”
“There wasn’t much time for sleeping,” I observed, shedding my pants and socks.
“There was enough… I need this, baby,” she responded hungrily. “I need this to go the right way–with you. You’ve made love to me, you’ve fucked my brains out–tonight I need you to ravish me. Take me. Own me.”
I held my soul hard as I stripped off my boxers. “You need to be sure about this, love,” I warned her. “I’m no dom, but I’m carrying a lot of anger from work today. I might get… I might go–overboard… a little.”
“Give it to me, lover,” Shay urged me, the lust thick in her voice. “I’m a real woman, I can take it. I know you’re not angry at me, but you need to let out the emotion. Feed it to your passion and fucking take me. I can be what you need. I’m here for you, baby–all of you.”
“Financial analyst my ass,” I muttered as I walked to the bed. “You’re a therapist’s girlfriend, alright.”
Shay laughed with delight. “You’re rubbing off on me, stud. Must be from all the rubbing you’ve done in me.”
“And you’re rubbing off on me,” I growled. “Open those pretty little cocksucking lips before I have to force them open.”
“Oooh,” she cooed happily, “you’re finally–” Her voice died with a gurgle as I shoved my dick down her throat.
“Yep,” I rasped, grabbing her head and fucking her face. Her eyes watered and she sounded like a drain trying to unplug itself, but the way she was using her tongue as I pistoned her mouth made it clear she was into this. The distinctive scent of her arousal reached my nostrils, firing my lust even higher. “Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last long. Oh, Shay!” I pressed deep and exploded down her throat. It had actually been a couple days since we’d had sex (unusual for us), so I had a fair bit stored up. I could feel her swallowing it all.
I started to pull out, but Shay closed her mouth tight around my shrinking cock and sucked hard. I stopped and let her, feeling her lips caressing my shaft and her tongue playing over my glans. To my surprise, I only shrank to half-staff before starting to grow again under her ministrations, and soon I was back to full length.
I did pull out, then. “That was crazy fucking hot,” she breathed. “Thank you, baby.”
“Thank me?” I asked in amazement. “Thank you.”
“Mmmm, I loved it too,” she purred. “Now kiss me.”
I didn’t think the person tied up was supposed to be giving the orders, but I wasn’t going to quibble with that one. I swung myself around and seized her breasts as I lowered my lips to hers. The kiss was tender, but my hands weren’t–I groped and squeezed her ripe melons, then pinched and rolled their turgid pink tips. Shay wriggled beneath me and moaned into my mouth. I kissed her jawline and neck, setting her moans free. I murmured in her ear, “Have you ever thought of getting your nipples pierced?”
“No,” she breathed. “Would you like that?”
“I think having a couple barbells to play with could be sexy,” I told her.
“I’ll have to look into that, then… maybe for the next time…” She fell silent for a moment, then urged, “Take it off, baby. Let me feel you skin to skin.”
I sat back on my heels, seized her top in both hands, and ripped it in half with one jerk of my shoulders, setting those glorious tits bouncing free. Shay gasped and her hips bucked. “Fuck,” she said breathlessly. “I just came a little…”
“You liked that?” I asked rhetorically. “In that case–” I shifted position and ripped her panties open. She gasped even louder, and I could see her pussy gushing. I thrust two fingers inside, fucking her hard, and bent forward to devour her lush boobs. I left nips all over their slopes before sucking first one peak and then the other deep into my mouth. I feasted on her quivering buds and manhandled her sex, not stopping when she came the first time. The second time, I shifted down, continuing to finger her as well as I could, and sucked hard on her pearl. She climaxed again, and then when I scraped her clit with my teeth–something I’d learned she loved–she came apart in my face.
I looked up to see her head thrown back and her mouth open, so I flipped myself around. As my mouth came down on her flooded snatch again, I thrust my cock deep into her mouth again. She swallowed it effortlessly and kept on swallowing–I could feel her working it with her throat as I pumped her face. I licked and sucked her clit and pushed two fingers back into her box to rub her G-spot; it wasn’t long before another orgasm set her nectar frothing around my hand.