Ch12

Honor

Left, right, left, right. Don't fall in these stilettos. This is carpet! Be careful, those two things don't mix. Remember to smile sexily. Have fun. If you thought wrestling was hard try being smooth and sexy while stripping in six inch stiletto heels on a carpet. I keep the routine short, sweet, and easy just stripping to whatever song is playing. But I just keep the routine static and uncomplicated, that way it's quick and there's minimal embarrassment.

"Stop teasing me and come solve this problem right here." He pushes himself up to a sitting position on the bed, lust brightening his eyes.

"It'll get solved when I'm ready to solve it," I say climbing over him and sitting in his lap, careful not to hurt him because he's hard as a rock. My fingers find their way through his hair which I'm still getting used to. He's never had it longer than I'll say ear length (recently) but now it's just a thick brush of dark brown hair he looks weird with it…still sexy…but weird. "Answer me one question…then we can get down to business," my voice is almost a whisper.

"What now?" He grimaces, he's also not one for too much conversation during. He's more like a give commands, smack my ass, and pull my hair while fucking me hard.

"Why grow all this out?" I twist my mouth to the side, it's no more than two inches long, "and if you say for me, I'm going to kill you when we're done."

"Okay…then I didn't grow it out for you." He smiles feigning innocence, "Do you hate it?"

"I still don't know…you look weird with hair and a beard…you only need one or the other babe." I kiss his shoulder, unbuttoning his jeans.

"So why is it that you're attracted to everything that resembles Jesus or a mountain man?" he looks at me exasperated which quickly changes because I start to stroke his penis. For a moment he glances down, rolls his eyes shut then back at me.

"I am not! Why are you all criticizing my preferences in men?" my hand begins to twist up and down his shaft and he periodically attempts to move his arms but forgets that he's cuffed to the bed.

"I can criticize because I'm fucking you. No one else's opinion should matter." I hate the smug look on his face but I know exactly how to wipe it off.

"This conversation is far from over so just remember that." I say reaching for the black bandana I tucked away under the pillow and folding it and tying it around his eyes.

"What the HELL are you doing?" I can tell he definitely doesn't like this too much.

"Oh poor baby doesn't like being tied up…" I cradle my hand against his fluffy cheek and his mouth forms a snarl of sorts, "to damn bad I'm in control right now."

I was hoping to use these another time but his set up for tonight makes this the perfect time and place. Cinnamon and mild chili infused honey I found it in an organic sex store I while we were out in New York. I bought some other random tasty and typical treats too like: flavored lubes, massage oils, and a couple of other things but those weren't in portable little bottles.

Slowly, I take my fingers and drizzle the honey down his beautifully defined stomach down his chest and right onto his cock. Massaging the sticky liquid into his skin, Randy gasps at the coolness of the air and goose flesh prickles along his skin.

"What are you putting on me?" Saliva floods my mouth as I begin my way down to his chest then his nipples smearing the stickiness around his sensitive skin first then sucking it off leaving him with quite a few hickeys of his own. As I repeat the slow, tedious process I get a few groans and grunts out of him. Craftily he uses his arms to get the bandana from around his eyes and is met by a sight that he isn't exactly sure if he likes.

In a timely manner I reach his cock which is lying flat against his belly button, the sweetness pooling mixing with his precum. Instead of lapping the delicious treat off of him I blow on it to dry it faster. The fermentation of the chilies in the honey causes a warm prickle to spread through his body. "Where do you get all of these weird tricks? What is this you're licking off me anyway?"

I don't answer him but I do slowly take him in my mouth giving him a hard draw, making him jerk back. Those chilies will make everything more sensitive, he should be glad I didn't use the dried ginger candies. On second thought, I halt my actions immediately and go to my suit case to unearth the small, red pouch with the dragon on the front. "What is that?"

I don't really see him lose his cool too much but I've down right got him shaken almost. Mischievously I smirk as I chew a small piece of the candied ginger, savoring the spicy sweet flavoring. For him, I put the candy between my lips and lean down to kiss him "Have a treat…"

For a moment he stares at me like 'what the fuck is wrong with you?' then he takes the candy from my mouth but not before I can slip him some tongue. My lips are tingling because of the honey and the ginger causing two different warming sensations to run through my body. Once I start back on his cock the ache between my legs intensifies. Randy's flavor, the honey, and the ginger blend and it tastes charmingly inebriating. I don't stop until he's cumming in my mouth and I lick up every single drop. I smile sweetly, my tongue darts between my lips, "Score two for Honor."

"I fucking hate you," He says as I mount him and ease him inside of me using more of the honey as lube though I really don't need it. I just want the pleasant burn of the spices to enhance my own pleasure.

Because of the restraint, he can't touch me the way he wants so he's just as content to fuck me as hard as he can, putting all of his effort into punishing me for my tactics. I must say I do like seeing what he's capable of when the odds are stacked against him. Our working together carries us to another level of intimacy that I didn't know existed.

While riding him, I lean forward pressing my clit to his pubic bone and squeezing my pussy muscles as tight as possible tripling the pleasure for both of us. His lips are one his most sensitive areas during sex so I tend to tease them a lot. I let my mouth find his and I trace his bottom lip, the after burn of the spices heightening the feel of my warm tongue against his skin. I don't know if he's tried anything like this before but he adjusts to it like a pro. Our moaning and the sound of our skin slapping together is probably constructing something of a problem for whomever is in the surrounding rooms. Truthfully I don't care because I'm on the verge of my first orgasm of the night and Randy his second.

His hand holds onto my hip and I'm downright taken aback because I don't realize when he got free. He arranges us into a new position where he's kneeling between my legs and I'm sitting up against the head board of the bed. Using his shackled hand for leverage he pounds into me just the way he wants. My back arches and warmth spreads through my system. I cling to him as he triggers my orgasm and his follows right behind mine.

"How…" I asks after all the quivering and moaning has died out, "How…did you get unlocked?"

Sweat and sticky rivulets glide down the cuts of his abs as he catches his breath. My own breathing has yet to return to normal and I trail my hand over his inked arms. Admiring the sharply curved designs of his tribal tattoos.

"I broke it." Randy looks down at me bashfully smiling and I glance up at the headboard to see the bent chain-link in the set of cuffs. "Oops."

"Can you control your urge to break things better?" I mumble kissing his Adam's apple then gliding my tongue down the hollow of his throat. Since he's still inside me I can feel him harden again.

"We're not doing it right if things aren't breaking. By the way, sorry…" I stare at him perplexed as he reaches on the floor and picks up my phone. "I'll get you another one when we get back to the states love."

"Again!" my eyes widen then my mouth turns down at the corners. Randy laughs at my reaction.

"Do you mind unlocking me?" His eyebrows shoot up and he bites the corner of his bottom lip again.

"Nope, you can figure out how to get out yourself." I laugh picking up the dragon pouch and eating another of the ginger candies.

"I figured you'd say that…" his attention diverts back to his right arm and in seconds I hear a metallic groan. With that same arm with the cuff still around his wrist he pops another of the candies into his mouth too. "Where'd you get these?"

In disgust I roll my eyes at him, "I made them."

"When did you do that?" His lips press against the swell of my breast.

"If I told you it'd ruin the moment so just do your worst already." I shriek towards the end of my sentence because he lifts me then smacks my ass hard enough to bruise me.

"My worst is yet to come Honor." Pure domination resides in his blue eyes. I'm just glad I got my turn first, almost sadistically he chuckles, it sends sharp bolt of arousal and panic through my system. "I hope you're ready to even the score baby."