“You’re still not getting out of it,” he said. “I want to know what dirty little things you want me to do to you, Helen.”
His words made my * flutter. “I, um… maybe some handcuffs?”
He smiled and led me to a rack full of bondage equipment. “Metal or leather?”
My face was burning, but I loved it. “Metal… I think…”
“Metal it is.” He took down a set of cuffs.
I looked around the place. “You said, um…” I leaned in closer. “You said you wanted to take me, in the ass.”
“Yes, I did.”
My throat was so dry. “Maybe some… toys…?”
He smiled. “I like your thinking.”
He took me to another stand, and picked out some beads, and some lubricant, and a sweet little purple butt plug that made my cheeks burn.
And then he made me check out the vibrators. He made me hold the samples, and turn them on, and even made me touch them to my nose to see how they felt. I chose a sparkly silver one that looked manageable, but he picked up a box along with it.
A body wand. One of those big vibrating things I’d seen on the internet when I was looking at porn and thinking of him.
“What else?” he said, but I didn’t know. He pulled me to the far end of the store, where they were still stocking DVDs that looked as though they were from the 90s, and pressed his lips to my ear. “Tell me, Helen. What turns you on?”
His breath made me tingle. “You,” I said. “Everything you do turns me on.”
“More than that…” he breathed, and his fingers ghosted my nipple, then squeezed. I let out a tiny gasp.
“I like it when you take control… when you’re… when you’re… forceful…”
“Yes…”
“…and I liked it when I couldn’t move. I liked it when you took me and I couldn’t stop it…”
“You like being tied up?”
My breath was ragged as he squeezed my breast. I nodded. “Yes. I like it when I’m yours, and I can’t move…”
“Yes…”
“I feel so... dirty… but so nice… so safe…”
His voice was low and dark. “I’m going to take you home, and feed you, and when you’re done, I’m going to tie you up, tight, and I’m going to make you come until you can’t take anymore. I’m going to make you come until you’re a delirious, delicious little wreck. Until your * is swollen pink for me, until your skin is clammy with sweat and your legs are straining in their bonds…”
“Oh God…”
“…And then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. I’m going to fuck your body so hard you’ll strain in your cuffs and squeal for me.”
I could hardly swallow.
“And then we’ll see how tight that sweet little asshole of yours is…” The air left my lungs, and he smiled. “Let’s go home.”
I ate my baked potato on autopilot, my heart racing as Mark stared at me from across the table. His eyes had been hungry and dark all the way home, and I liked that. I loved that.
This was the side I dreamed about, the side I sketched and masturbated over and craved more than anything.
He cleared the table calmly, and I helped, and I could hardly breathe. He wiped the table down, and his eyes burned at me.
“I’m going to make this feel so good for you,” he said.
I nodded. “I want it to feel good for you, too…”
He smiled. “Oh it will. Don’t you be worrying your pretty head over that.” He took a breath and cast the cloth into the kitchen. “Are you ready?”
My body was like jelly and I didn’t even know why. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
He closed the distance and backed me up to the wall, and his mouth was hot on my neck. He grazed my jaw with little nips and pressed his lips to mine, and I squirmed as his thigh pushed between my legs. He pulled my top up and pinched at my breasts, and it was rough and needy, but it felt so nice.
He tugged the fabric over my head and pulled my little bra cups down, and then his mouth followed. I moaned as he sucked on my breast. He sucked me so hard my nipple throbbed in his mouth and I wanted it. It made me squirm.
“Please…” I breathed. “Mark… oh, God, please…”
He stared up at me, and I could hardly meet his gaze, he was so intense.
“Your sweet little tits drive me insane, Helen. They are too perfect, too tempting, too fucking nice.”
He sucked the other into his mouth to illustrate his point.
He unzipped my jeans and slid them down, my panties with them. I stepped out of the heap of denim, and his mouth was straight between my legs, his tongue digging for my clit. I took his hair in my hands, and spread wider for him. His fingers pulled apart my * lips, and he let out a groan before he ran his tongue over the little bud.