Chapter 32: I Am The Fire
February 20th, 2014 - 2200 (10:00 pm)
Rachel, being the very intelligent and highly educated woman that she was, remembered to take Tom's shirt off before tying his arms to the headboard. She would have hated to tear or cut it off of him; it was a very nice shirt, after all.
Tom stared up at her in amusement as she carefully folded the gray henley and laid it on top of the dresser.
"You don't normally show my clothes such care," he remarked, smirking as he shifted on the bed, testing his restraints. She had used a scarf that she'd brought with her when she'd first boarded the Nathan James, and it was soft against his skin. It didn't bite at all, as he worried it would, when he pulled against it. He was thankful for that, because he had a strong feeling he would be pulling against his bonds quite a bit tonight.
"I like this shirt," she defended, grinning back at him over her shoulder. She was still fully dressed, and already immensely enjoying their little game. She could tell that Tom wasn't as unaffected as he was pretending to be - he liked being tied up, it seemed, if the blush on his chest and the evidence of his half hard erection were anything to go by.
Rachel left the shirt where it was and sauntered back over to the bed.
"What's your safeword, love?" she asked, and Tom shrugged.
"I won't need one."
"Nonetheless," she smiled, and leaned down to run her fingers across his cheek before kissing him softly. "I'd feel better if you had one. Would you like to use the traffic light system?"
Tom stared at her in wonder. How had he not seen this side of her yet? He fucking loved it, and was very much anticipating her having her wicked way with him.
She continued talking. "Green for 'everything is OK', yellow for 'I need a break' and red to stop everything immediately."
Tom nodded. That sounded reasonable. And besides, he was quite certain he wouldn't need anything other than 'green' tonight. As far as he was concerned, she could tie him up and have her way with him literally whenever she wanted.
"I need you to verbally tell me, love," she whispered, and nipped gently on his jaw line. He groaned at the feeling, and then stuck his tongue out to wet his suddenly dry lips.
"Yes, that works for me. Green, by the way. So green."
Rachel laughed against his lips, and then pulled back, meeting his eyes. She was sitting on his hips now, her knees on either side of him. Her cheeks and neck were flushed, and he wanted very much to tug down the neckline of her shirt to see if the blush continued down her chest. When he reached out to do just that, however, he was met with the resistance of the scarf around his wrists. He groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow as she chuckled.
"It's my turn to touch you, love," she said. "And unless you admit defeat, you just have to lie there and take it."
She made good on her promise, starting by scratching her fingers through his hair. It wasn't a very sexual touch, but the gentle scrape of her fingernails on his scalp went straight to his groin, and when she tugged on the strands just enough to be painful, he let out a soft grunt. She continued running her fingers across his cheeks, down his neck, and followed them with her lips and tongue. She kissed his eyelids, his nose, and his lips (briefly) before nipping and sucking her way across his neck. He was certain he was going to have more than one hickey tomorrow, but he currently didn't give a fuck.
She removed her lips from his neck and brought them back up to meet his in a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue and teeth and lips coaxed his open, and she moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue meeting hers.
And then she pulled back and started talking.
"You're always in control," she whispered, biting his top lip hard enough to sting. "Always wound so tightly. I'm going to make you lose control tonight, Captain Chandler, until you're screaming my name and begging me to let you come."
The sound of her voice, dripping with intention, was enough to make him squirm on the bed, but he tried not to let her see how much she was affecting him.
"You can certainly try," he whispered, and then tilted his head up to capture her lips again. He started out in control this time, coaxing her lips open, but then grunted when she bit his tongue and pulled away.
"Just wait and see," she promised, and then she continued her path down his chest, licking and biting at first one nipple, and then the other. It was nice, and he felt his cock swell as she paid equal attention to every inch of his chest and stomach, but he didn't feel like begging yet. Maybe she was underestimating his control.
She glanced up at him, her tongue in his belly button, and gave him a positively wicked grin, as if she had read his thoughts. He swallowed hard, tugging against the scarf, and bit back a moan as she tugged at the waist of his jeans with her teeth. Instead of moving to take them off, however, she continued to kiss and lick down the rough fabric until she was mouthing at him through two layers of material.
He moaned, eyes closed tightly, as she teased him for several long moments. He could feel how wet and warm her mouth was, and he wanted his jeans gone.
She quickly obliged him, flicking the button open with one hand while the other slipped under his briefs to stroke at him teasingly once, twice, before pulling back and sitting on his ankles, staring up at him. Her face, neck, and chest were flushed, and her eyes were glassy. This was affecting her just as much as him, but she wasn't willing to let him win this time.
"These need to come off, don't they?" she asked, and then tugged his jeans and briefs down just enough to let his cock spring free. He grunted as it landed heavily on his stomach, and Rachel licked her lips at the sight. She quickly tossed his pants and briefs to the floor, and then kissed her way from his ankles up to his knees, running her tongue along the warm skin, enjoying the feeling of his coarse leg hair as it tickled her tongue and nose.
"Rachel," he groaned, and she grinned against his thigh where she was currently sucking a large bruise.
"Yes, love?" she asked, pulling back to admire her work. The spot she had been biting and sucking was a deep red, and she knew it would be a dark purple by morning.
He didn't respond other than thrusting his hips in the air, trying to bring her attention back to his neglected length. She hummed against his thigh, biting down once, hard, before soothing the sting with her tongue.
"All in good time," she promised, and then nosed her way up his thigh, pushing his legs open so she could lay between them. She was now level with his groin, and she could smell his arousal. It was warm, heady, and she breathed him in deeply.
Rachel paused when she reached his testicles, staring up at him until he met her eyes, and then leaned down and sucked one into her mouth. He groaned, loudly, and bucked his hips, wanting more, wanting everything. She indulged him, for now, and cupped both of his balls in her hand while she licked her way up his length. She loved doing this for him, loved taking him into her mouth and giving him pleasure.
He was thick and long, red at the tip, and Rachel groaned as she felt him pulse against her lips. She licked the path of a particularly large vein on the side of his cock, and then opened her mouth, taking him in as deeply as she could. They both groaned at the same time as Rachel wrapped her hand around what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She felt him hit the back of her throat and breathed deeply through her nose, swallowing around him.
She knew he was worked up and wouldn't last long, but he surprised her by bucking up into her throat and coming immediately with a long, loud groan.
She swallowed compulsively around him, chasing a drop of cum as it slid out the side of her mouth.
Tom fell back against the bed, chest heaving, and Rachel grinned as she finished cleaning him up.
"Oh my God," he groaned, and Rachel chuckled as she crawled up his body, resting next to him and kissing his chin and neck sweetly as he caught his breath. Once he could breathe normally, he turned to face her and groaned. "You are still fully clothed, baby," he observed, and Rachel nodded, grinning.
"Because I'm not nearly done with you," she said, and Tom felt his cock give an interested twitch as she sat back up. She threw one leg over his hips and hovered over him, letting her hair fall and frame both of their faces. "I'm willing to compromise, though. What would you like me to take off first?"
Tom considered this for a moment, and then his eyes went to her chest, hungrily drinking in the sight of her pebbled nipples and her baby bump. "Shirt," he decided, and Rachel happily took it off, adding it to the pile on the floor. Tom jerked against his restraints, wanting to touch, but she just chuckled and leaned down to press her breasts and stomach into his. She moaned at the friction of his chest hair on her nipples, and then scooted back so that the material of her leggings brushed against his hardening cock.
"I think I want to come next," she decided, and reached for her pants. She wasn't nearly done with him, but she wanted to take the edge off so she coud enjoy torturing him more. "You can help, though," she added, and quickly pushed her leggings down and off. Tom felt like his brain might explode at the sight of her, nearly naked and sitting on top of him, the only clothing remaining on her body being a pair of panties he'd not seen before. They were black and lacy and sheer. He could see the tangle of curls through them, and groaned, bucking up to try and get some friction. She tilted her hips away from him, and then reached out to grab the headboard before scooting forward until she was nearly hovering over his face.
"A little help?" she asked, and Tom nodded eagerly, his heart pounding as she reached for her panties, tugging them aside just enough to give him access.
He licked eagerly, running his tongue from the top of her clit all the way through her soaking wet folds before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Above him, Rachel moaned, and he cast a glance up to find her using her free hand to tug at her own nipples.
"You're so good at that," she breathed, and ground her hips down onto his face. He grinned into her center, and doubled his efforts to get her off before she decided to tease him again. He was alternating quick swipes of his tongue across her clit and licking inside of her as far as he could in this position. She was pressing her body against his mouth, gasping, and he knew she was close. Knowing that she sometimes liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure, he sucked her clit into his mouth and then bit at it gently, immediately running his tongue over the sensitive flesh to soothe the ache.
That was all it took. She cried out, returning her hands to the headboard as she rode her orgasm. He licked gently at her until she pulled away, panting and pressing her forehead to his.
"I fucking love you," she gasped, and then took his lips in a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself in his mouth. She licked him clean, making sure not to leave any of her wetness on his lips or cheeks, and when she was finished, she pulled back, stepping off the bed to remove her panties.
"I have a new favorite," he groaned, loving the sight of the black lace hanging off the edge of her fingers.
"I thought you might. They're some of my favorites, too," she agreed, and then climbed back on top of him. "Now, Tom, listen closely, because this next part will be hard."
Tom nodded eagerly, ready for whatever she wanted to do to him.
"I don't want you to come until I say so. You can say 'yellow' if you're close and I need to back off. The sexiest part of this is that it's all your choice. I can't make you not come, but I really, really want you to do as I ask. Will you do that? For me? Can you be good?"
"Yes," he groaned, and he knew that this would be a challenge. He was already fully hard again, and he knew that it wouldn't take much to get him off.
"Good boy," she crooned, and kissed him while settling herself on his lap. She reached out for his cock and gently guided him to her soaking wet core, groaning as she took him inside of her body.
"Fuck," Tom grunted, breathing deeply though his nose while she slowly took him all the way inside. When he was fully seated she paused, breathing through her nose and pressing a hand to her belly.
"It always stings, just a little," she said, rocking back and forth carefully to feel how well he filled her up. "Right at first. You're so big; it takes a second to adjust, and I love it. I like the little sting of pain before the pleasure."
Tom didn't respond, couldn't respond if he didn't want to start begging already. He was so close to giving in, to begging her to move, to get him off. But he wouldn't - not yet. She would have to work a little harder for that.
As if sensing his thoughts she grinned and lifted her body up before falling back down, groaning at the friction. Tom bit his lip, closing his eyes as she bounced on top of him. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back if he watched her touch her breasts and caress her baby bump as she took her pleasure from his body, and, as it turned out, simply thinking about it was enough to bring him to the edge.
"Stop," he groaned, feeling his balls tighten with his impending release. Rachel paused immediately, leaning down to kiss him as she lifted off of him entirely.
"Good," she said, nibbling on his lip as she reached a hand down to continue touching herself. "Thank you for warning me that you were about to come."
He nodded, drawing deep breaths in to calm himself down. He knew this was going to be difficult, but he hadn't anticipated exactly how hard it would be to hold himself back. How absolutely breathtaking she would look on top of him, chasing after her own pleasure, completely in control.
It was thrilling, giving away his carefully hoarded control. He had spent his entire life being in control, from choosing the Navy over the Army just to piss his father off, to becoming Captain in a record number of years. He was always, always in control, and choosing to give it away to this feisty, small, beautiful woman was addicting. He didn't think he would be able to forget this as long as he lived. He knew he would dream about this, want this, all the time from now on.
Rachel groaned as her own fingers brought her to a second release. She brought her fingers to his mouth, and Tom greedily licked at them as she settled back over his hips.
"Can I...?" she asked, and he nodded quickly.
This happened four more times before Tom was ready to admit defeat.
It took him longer and longer each time to pull himself back from the edge that she had almost driven him over. He wanted very much to follow the rules that Rachel had asked him to, but he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. He'd have to stop her again soon, he knew, but he craved the feeling of her warmth around him.
They groaned in unison as she took him into her body again, for the fifth time, and Tom knew in that moment that he was fucked.
She won.
He couldn't do it anymore.
He couldn't hold himself back.
"Please," he begged, thrusting up into her welcoming heat, and Rachel grinned, reaching a hand out to entwine their fingers. She leaned down and breathed hotly into his ear.
"No," she whispered, and then pulled off of him again.
He groaned loudly, trying to chase her warmth, but she just grinned down at him, reaching her fingers out to pinch gently at the base of his cock, holding back his release.
"I'm not quite done."
Tom pulled hard against the scarf holding his hands. He could feel it beginning to give, and he was about to break free when Rachel spoke again.
"Tom."
He paused at the sound of her soft voice, panting, blinking rapidly to clear the black spots and suspicious wetness from his eyes.
"I know you can break free right now. You're strong, you could have gotten free a long time ago if you wanted to. But I'm asking you not to. Please, give me control. Let me make you feel good. I can make you feel so good. You don't have to be in control all the time. You can trust me. I'll take care of you."
Tom nodded, feeling a single tear slip free from his eye and run down his cheek. He was overwhelmed, but not in a bad way. Still, he knew, he probably needed a moment.
"Yellow," he gasped, and Rachel removed her body from his completely. She laid down on the bed next to him, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair, brush away his tears. She never touched below his neck, letting him breathe and calm down.
"It's OK," she murmured, her voice soft and loving. "It's OK to be vulnerable. It's not weak to give me control like this, it's strength, and trust, and love. I love you, Tom."
"I love you, too," he groaned, his throat raw.
Rachel hummed, her fingers never leaving his hair. She let him relax for several moments, let him calm his body and his mind. She wouldn't touch him again until he gave the signal, showed her that he was ready. She knew that he wasn't used to ceding control like this, and didn't want to push him any further tonight. She would make them both come once more, and then untie him and hold him in her arms.
"I'm fine," he finally said, after what seemed like forever. "I'm OK to keep going."
"I love you," Rachel whispered once more, kissing him deeply as she crawled to sit on top of him again. "You don't have to wait to come anymore. I want us both to come now."
Tom nodded, and groaned when she guided him into her body again. He loved the feeling of being inside her, the sight of her on top of him. He wanted to reach out and touch her baby bump, to revel in the new life that they had created together, but he had promised he would keep his hands where they were. Instead, he let himself enjoy the sight of her lithe body above him, her small breasts bouncing as she moved up and down his length. She touched herself, since he couldn't, letting her hands run over her chest, her stomach, the inside of her own thighs.
"I'm close," she whispered, and Tom breathed out in relief. He had been close since the second he had entered her this time, but he wanted her to come with him. "Harder, love," she groaned, and Tom bucked his hips up hard, setting his feet flat on the bed so he could drive himself into her quickly.
He thrust once, twice, three more times before pushing himself as deeply as he could go, orgasming at the same moment he felt her walls flutter around him.
She cried out, planting both of her hands on his chest while she rode out the waves of pleasure, still moving up and down as he emptied himself in her body. It took her several moments before she could lift herself off and fall onto the bed beside him.
"I love you," she whispered again as she immediately went for the scarf.
She swiftly untied it, throwing it to the floor with their clothes, and Tom took her into his arms, burying his face in her neck and sobbing.
She smiled and held him tightly, running her hands up and down his back, his arms, tangling in his hair.
"That was... fuck," he managed several moments later, and Rachel chuckled.
"Yes, it was. Thank you," she said. "Thank you for giving me that."
Tom nodded but refused to remove his face from her neck. He knew that they would need to get up and shower before bed, or else things would be uncomfortably sticky in the morning, but he couldn't make himself move yet. All he wanted was to hold her, and take in her scent, and revel in the feelings coursing through him.
He felt relaxed, more at peace than he had been in a long time.
Just a little nap wouldn't hurt, he reasoned with himself, breathing in her scent deeply - sweet vanilla, sweat, arousal.
"Tom, we need to shower," she reminded him, scratching his scalp, and he huffed against her skin.
"Five more minutes," he negotiated, and she laughed, humoring him.
"All right, love. Five more minutes."
He smiled and closed his eyes, letting himself relax in her arms, knowing that she would take care of him.