Chapter 14
I should run. Far and fast. Get away as quick as possible.
But I don't want to. Sitting on Braxtons couch with him looking at me they way he is, I don't want to move an inch. He's given me a way to be with him. It may not be traditional, and it may be quick, but it's the only way he's comfortable with. Am I so stuck in the 'norm' that I'm willing to pass that up?
"You would look after me?" I checked.
"I want to." He said softly.
Maybe I'm crazy, but I believe him. What's more, the idea of being at his mercy does funny things to my tummy. I can't help feeling like this is a big step really early. Though, we did have sex on our first not-date. And it probably would have been worse if he waited too long and then I ran for the hills. By the look on his face, I'd say that had happened before.
"You're killing me, Ava."
"I'm sorry." I said, shaking my head. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You're scared." He provided.
I nodded. "What if I agree and then the first time, I end up being a total whimp and hating it?"
He thought on it for a while and I did the same. My gut told me this could go two ways. Either I would decline and spend my whole life wondering what would have happened if I said yes, or I could accept and be completely horrified. Except if I said no, that was it. If I said yes, I always had the option to say no later. Something huge was hanging in the balance here, I just didn't know what.
"We could try it tonight? If you wanted. Then you could think on it until the weekend."
"Two days to think?"
"I doubt I could wait much longer." He apologized.
Silly how that made me smile and my tummy flutter. In a round about way, it was really sweet.
"We'll try it tonight, then."
"Come with me."
Putting my hand in his, I let him lead me to the bedroom. I had no idea what to expect, so I let any expectations go and decided I would go with the flow. Until a point. If I felt like it was going too far, I was out. I couldn't define 'too far' at the moment, but I figured I would know it when I saw it. Braxton positioned me so I was lying on the bed. My legs were hanging over the edge and I doubted it looked sexy, but then he crawled up next to me.
"We need to discuss a few things first." He looked so excited, it was hard not to smile.
"Oh?"
"You need to think of a word. An uncommon one, or one that makes you feel safe." He instructed.
"Uhh... Blanket?"
"Blankets make you feel safe?"
"Who doesn't feel safe in a blanket?"
"Alright then, blanket is your safe word. If you ever want to stop, just say blanket." He explained
"Couldn't I just say stop?"
"There could be times when you say stop, but don't actually want it to stop. This way I know for sure."
"Got it."
"Also, it would be good for me to know what kind of pain tolerance you have. Were you disciplined? Broken bones?"
"I was in a car accident once. And I've had appendicitis."
"And how would you rate them on a pain scale?"
"Lets call my appendix rupturing a 10, and say the accident was between a 7 and a 8."
"When we first had sex?"
"Um," I blushed. "Maybe like a 3."
"Okay," He smiled.
Facing me, he ran a finger down the side of my face. Gently he moved so he was hovering over me, our body's just touching. Sliding his hand behind my neck, he yanked my face to his for a demanding kiss. Our lips mashed together, wrestling against each other. The sudden movement had been a surprise that had give his tongue easy access. He delivered small strokes and little flicks in my mouth before he swung us around.
All of a sudden, I was on top and disoriented. Lying back, his hands roamed under my jumper, itching it higher as his hands moved up. In another flash, he was sitting upright. Grabbing his shoulders to steady myself, I enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my skin. He shrugged his shoulders to indicate he wanted my arms up and as soon as I obliged, my top was gone and my bra quickly followed.
He latched on to my nipple, rolling the other with a free hand and the other kept me securely against him. Before long I was writhing on his lap, gasps and moans falling from my mouth as easily as air. The natural rock of my hips was causing delicious friction against my jeans and I was again wondering why I had waited so long. Carefully he picked my up and returned me to a lying position on my back.
At a diagonal like I was, he had to stand with one knee on the bed to unfasten my jeans. He all but ripped them off, my socks following suit. In only my panties, I waited for vulnerability to hit me as I watched his fully clothed form retreated to his closet. It showed in a small wave, but was outweighed by the anticipation settling in my stomach.
He returned, carrying a couple of strips of black fabric. Nerves hit a bit harder when he walked around the bed towards my head instead of returning to where he had been before, but I swallowed them down. I felt safe, despite where this could be going.
"Kneel." He ordered.
I was reacting before I could process his meaning. Scrambling, I flipped myself over and knelt in front of him. He let out a happy chuckle and shook his head as he grabbed my wrists. Holding them against each other in demonstration, he let go and waited to see what I did. It was a little confusing that I didn't think before I knew I was meant to leave them there. Even I knew I had a tendency to question beyond the realms of normality, but this was like second nature. He tied the thick chunk of silk around my wrists, binding them together and placing them back in my lap.
"Remember, if you want it to stop just say blanket."
As he brought the other piece of silk up to my face, I closed my eyes. Once the blindfold was secure, he sat next to me. I got to experience first hand how loosing your sight immediately improved your other senses. I could feel his hand before he touched me, smell him from further away, and hear the ruffle of the bed below him. With one hand wrapped around my back and the other my front, he lowered my down so I was resting on his knee. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to see where this was going.
"If you move, I will restrain you further." He promised.
For a few minutes he left me resting there, either trying to relax me or build the anticipation. One was working better than the other. It was becoming a struggle to stay quiet like I was sure he wanted. Just as I was about to crack, his hand connected with my ass. My whole body shot forward but he had expected it. His knees moved with me, guiding me back. There was a sting that followed the slap, but it was bearable.
Then his hand rang out against my other cheek, and I shot forward again. He repositioned me again, and continued with the spanking. The pain was building, but it was the wait that was killer. Sometimes they came immediately, other times I was waiting with held breath for almost a minute. By the sixth hit on my first cheek, it was impossible to keep quiet. A strangled whimper came from my throat, and then another as he followed suit on the other side. The second sound was more of a moan than a cry, and I felt the cheeks on my face change color to match my bottom.
With no warning, he thrust me back to the bed. The jingle of his belt distracted my from my embarrassment, and I was once again stuck in a state of not-knowing. Eternity stretched out around me and then snapped back when I felt a dip of the bed. Carefully he pulled down my panties, taking the time to blow gently and alert me to the wetness below. My mind was struggling to glue the spanking to the obvious arousal together, unable to comprehend that they were connected. All that could be heard in the room was my panting. I stayed where I was for so long with no word that I was almost certain he had left me here.
A gentle stroke of his thumb against my clit and my body rocked, but then it was gone. Braxton moved my hands above my head, resting his forearms against my upper arms as he rocked his shaft against my opening.
"Keep your arms there," He whispered.
Then he plunged into me. Using my thighs as leverage he continued at a blinding pace. Pushing himself as hard as he was pulling me. My mind was beginning to turn to jelly, unable to process anything more than the feeling of him deep inside me. Reality appeared briefly as he flipped me on my stomach and pulled me on to my knees.
"Oh god" I groaned.
So much deeper. Too deep. Too much. He continued to push himself, his grunts and moans becoming more frequent. One hand held my hips steady as one moved to work my little center. With barely any pressure and quick movements, it was enough to push me over the edge. Once again my body seized up and erupted. Quakes rocked through me and I clenched around him as he raced to his end.
Sanity returned a bit later, and I found when I opened my eyes the room came into focus. I was collapsed on my front, my arms outstretched but free. The bits of silk we haphazardly thrown to the end of the bed, but Braxton was no where to be seen. With considerable effort, I pulled my arms beneath me so I could look around the room. Where did he run off to?
Deciding to go find him, or maybe water, I rolled over and met with a protest from my butt. Jumping at the pain, I moved to the standing mirror in the room. Turning, I gasped. There were actual hand prints on my ass.
"What the fuck," I blew out.
It hadn't hurt that much. Not enough for me to expect a burning bum and hand prints after. It was a glorious red color. I guessed I should be mad, but again I was surprised. My biggest issue was that I had a full day of meetings to sit through tomorrow and if that wasn't gone, it was going to be uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" Braxton asked as he walked out of the bathroom.
"I have meetings all day tomorrow." I explained. "I hadn't thought it was that hard."
He met me halfway, holding out a robe matching the one he was already wearing. Once on, he lead me to the kitchen and handed me a glass of water.
"I didn't hold back. I didn't need to. As usual, you impressed me." He was all but beaming at me.
"My ass might disagree, but I... I enjoyed it." I confessed, studying the floor.
"You and your ass did spectacularly." He assured, placing a soft kiss on my head.