Phil went back through the door with the provided supplies in hand. He watched as Zia stopped mid moan and tried to play it off like she was stretching. He smirked and crossed the short distance of the room to stand over her. "Now don't stop on my account," he encouraged.
She all but whined up at him. "Well, you said you wouldn't help me. I think I'm just buzzed now, is that better?"
"I am helping you," he corrected. He held out the small cup followed by a bottle of water. "Here, first aspirin."
She took the two offered tablets, washing them down. When she tilted her head back to swallow, he crossed to his side of the bed and placed the black and red bag on the floor. He wasn't ready to tackle everything potentially in it with her just yet. He did, however, slide out the large white wand.
"Umm," she stammered.
"What?" he asked. "I thought you were up for this?"
"Umm," she stammered again.
"Zia, talk to me," he commanded.
"Well, I've only ever tried the little ones and I'm still not real comfortable with them."
"It's only big because the motor is powerful. I've been told a lot of women swear by them, but we don't have to…"
"No!" she cut him off. "I want to…I'm just nervous, I guess."
He lay down next to her and tucked it to the outside against his leg. "Baby, I know you'd really like to cum and you've been trying. It will help. Its got different settings. You can be in control. You can start it on low and stop whenever you want, but I think you might like it."
"Ok."
"Ok." He slid it over the top of his thigh and placed it in her hands, which she had already positioned loosely over her groin. "Just try it on top first," he suggested.
She brought it up to her cleft, pushing it into the fabric of her joggers, rubbed the head against the covered lips, and hit the 'on' button. At first, she didn't have much response, but then the stimulation started to do its job and she closed her eyes and dropped her head back into the pillow. Phil watched as she clearly pushed it against herself harder. "Wow, that feels really good." She let out a light chuckle.
"When you have a good spot, just hold it there and wait." He watched her move the head a bit to adjust and then she paused. "Good spot?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she managed.
"Don't move. Just hold it there. Be patient."
Zia wasn't sure what she was waiting for, wouldn't moving it around be better? Just as she had the thought, something intensified, and suddenly she could feel it building.
"Hold it, baby. Let it happen." Phil watched the surprise on her face as she closed her eyes. Her lips parted slightly and breathing came in shallow pants. "That's it," he encouraged.
Zia felt warm pressure building from her core. She was going to cum and this was no ordinary orgasm. She heard her pants move to little screams of pleasure, but it almost seemed like it was coming from somewhere else. That wasn't her, was it? She tried to open her eyes to look at Phil but gave up when another wave washed over her. Suddenly it wasn't enough with clothes in the way. She dropped one hand off the vibrator to literally shove her underwear and pants down.
"Fuck, baby!" She managed to open her eyes to peak at Phil who had an almost pained expression on his face. "May I?" he begged.
May you what? She glanced back at him finally figuring out that he was asking her permission to touch himself. "Good God, Yes! Please!" She let out a laugh as Phil nearly tore his own clothes off to get at his penis. She had gotten a brief look at it before, but it was even better when she knew it was standing at attention for her. He grasped one large hand around his shaft, with his thumb and index finger making a circle, and let out a deep groan as he stroked down. Reducing this man to apparent desperation without even touching him? Let's just say this was a definite new high for her.
Phil couldn't believe how insanely hot she was. When she dropped her hand to shove the vibrator onto her bare folds he thought he was going to loose it right then and there. She was perfectly trimmed. Just a spattering of fine hairs covered those delicious folds. He wanted to touch them, lick them, and bury himself inside them to the hilt.
Zia rocked the wand against her core, hit another speed on the function bar and screamed out again. She positioned the wand against her opening, pushing the head in slightly and then readjusted her grip to aim it back towards her clit. She shortly gave up on any sense of decorum and began to thrust her pelvis against the device as it vibrated against her. The sensation was incredible. Pressure began to build again as she felt the climax of another wave of orgasm hit her.
Phil watched the torrent of reactions of her body, as she flushed from face to chest, gyrated and tensed and then fell apart again with another release. He stroked himself with abandon losing himself in their mutual pleasure. As she cried out quivering next to him, he came with his own release, spilling into his hand. "Oh, God…Fuck," he rasped out.
Zia had managed to hit the button to 'off' and lay panting next to him, slowly coming down from her own high. He moved to shift upwards, trying to maintain most of his cum in his cupped hand, with what he couldn't hold already smeared onto his boxers and pants. He laughed inwardly. The mess was well worth it. "You ok?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she managed.
"I've got to go clean up a bit," he stated. "Then I'll come back and help you."
"Uh-huh," she repeated, really at a loss for words of much of anything else.
Phil made his way to the bathroom, pants unbuttoned, unzipped and loose around his waist. He washed his hand off in the sink and then used a facecloth to wipe up his privates and as much of his clothes as possible. He would need to change, but it was good enough that he could go back to check on Zia.
When he returned to her, it didn't look like she had moved. He placed the wand on the side table, figuring he'd clean it later, gently positioned her shackled hands so she looked comfortable, and slid her undies and pants back into position. Her eyes were closed and he knew she was awake, just so blissed out that she was ultra-compliant.
"Zia, honey," he bent to give her a soft kiss on her shoulder. "Do you need anything?"
"Just slleepp. That was intense," she moaned softly and then asked, "Will you stay with me?"
"Yes, if you want me to," he answered.
She shook her head yes, not bothering to open her eyes.
Phil managed to move her enough to get them both under the covers and curled up next to her. He dropped one hand softly over her stomach, holding her. As he spread his fingers gently across her, she wiggled down a little into the mattress, getting comfortable, and as she did so a soft murmur of "love you," escaped her lips. She didn't even appear to have registered what she just said. She dozed off on her back, blissed, satiated, and no doubt coming down from the alcohol.
Phil's brain was instantly thrown into overdrive. Did she mean it? Did she even know she had said it? Did he feel the same? They had known each other for what two and half days? And she had spent most of that time being held captive. He knew he was too old for this to be mere infatuation. It wasn't strictly lust either. Obsession, he could call it that. The few minutes he had spent away from her, all he wanted was to get back to her as soon as possible. That had to be love on some level, right? He didn't even feel like it was a love at first sight kind of thing. It was more like finding something that had been just missing for far too long. It the end, he settled on the fact that it didn't really matter. He wasn't going to leave her hanging on the off chance she was even remotely coherent. He placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder, and whispered back, "Zia, I love you too."
It was only midafternoon, but he dozed off on his side as he watched her lying peacefully next him.
Phil stirred a sort time later to someone coming through the outer door. He sat up, grimaced, and then let out a soft chuckle. This was the second time in two days he had woken up sticky with his own cum on his pants. This was becoming a habit.
Jacobs was coming through from the outer hall, balancing a small pile of stuff in his hands as he pushed open the door. He made it through and crossed the room towards him, at the same time that Phil stood, trying to make himself at least presentable. Jacobs greeted him quietly as Zia was still out and snoring softly on the bed. "Hey man, brought supplies."
They met at the tall console just inside the door. Jacobs set things down into piles as he filled Phil in. "So, top bowl has a little fresh bread in it for Zia when she wakes, just in case she needs it to settle her stomach. Dinner will be on it its way after that, so you should probably get her up soon. Chef is making those steak tips for her. 'Know she wanted them, and she could probably use a little protein. He makes this lentil pasta meat sauce thing that a lot of us like, flavor without the guilt, it's low carb. Sound good for you?" he asked, clarifying.
"Yeah. As long as she's feeling ok, I'm sure she'll be thrilled about the steak, and sure that sounds fine for me."
Jacobs continued. "Fresh set of clothes for you, figured you needed those," he teased, "and travel scrabble. Give you something else to do tonight. Ken and Miranda have reached out to Owen and Claire to come help explain things to Zia. One or both of them should be here later."
"Do you think it will help?" he asked.
"Probably. Zia respects them and is close to both of them. Of course, I don't think she knew anything about them being involved in all this, so that probably won't help."
Jacobs left and he went into the bath, dumping his clothes in the hamper. He took a quick shower, toweled off and pulled on the offered fresh clothes. Back out in the main room, he spotted the bag still at the foot of the bed. Curious, he opened it up, dumping the contents on to the foot of the bed on his side. There was a full set of black leather restraints that buckled, in various sizes, including what appeared to be a collar. Two sets of nipple clamps, one that vibrated. A cock ring, also with a vibrating function. A pink phallus, with a protuberance likely designed for clit stimulation, also with vibrating functions. A spray bottle of toy cleaner. Bondage tape in pink and black and a heavy-duty pair of bandage scissors. Three gags: one ball, one ring, and one penis. Several lengths of light but strong chain and various clips. A light blocking blindfold and a small black whip with leather tails. Everything for the traveling BDSM participant. Fuck. What had he gotten himself into? What had his younger brother been up to since his, what, mid-twenties? Did his parents know?
As he was attempting to process, Zia shifted. He quickly dropped the bag to the height of the bed to slide everything back inside. He watched as she moaned quietly, stirring but not quite awake, and his gaze settled on the shackles and the chains. Who was he kidding? He wanted to have his fucking way with her with everything in that bag and probably more. There was probably a reason why his stacked younger brother had been happily married for so many years already. Asshole.