The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt." - Max Lerner
Walking up the steps to Heather's third floor apartment Tommy feels lighter, freer than he can ever remember. It seems almost like a betrayal to the friend he just buried to allow himself to feel this way but he can't suppress it.
Heather is saying something to him about bringing more of his stuff over but he's not paying much attention to anything other than the way her ass moves inside of the tight black skirt she has on.
"Tommy? Have you heard a word I've said?" she asks as she fumbles inside of her clutch for her house keys.
Tommy doesn't think about what he's doing before he acts on the impulse. Grabbing Heather by the shoulders he spins her around, sending her clutch and keys flying. "What the…" is all she has time to mutter before Tommy's mouth closes over hers, his tongue assaulting her lips, forcing its way past and assaulting her tongue. His hand slides up between her legs, finding its way to her underwear that he tears off of her effortlessly. He slides two fingers inside of her and finds her wet, so wet that he moans into her mouth.
"Tommy…" she pants as he pushes her up against the wall and falls to his knees. He's insane with want and desire as he parts her with his tongue and explores all the places that he knows will make her tremble. She has neighbors but he doesn't give a fuck, he needs to taste her. Something about the idea that they could get caught any second has him rock hard and almost ready to explode inside his suit pants. She tastes like heaven as he leaves no part of her untouched; he sucks her into his mouth and draws a loud gasp from her. Her knees start to shake and her hands find the back of his head and press him into her hard as she nears release. He knows the moment she starts to come, the convulsions bring her sliding down the wall, gasping for air, her eyes rolled upwards as she shakes.
Tommy stands and gathers her keys, unlocks the door and kicks her clutch inside the apartment. Turning back to where Heather still lays against the wall he grabs her ripped thong and uses it to tie her hands together and then slings her over his shoulder. He's careful not to bump her head into the door frame as he slides inside the apartment but that's about all the mercy she can expect from him. He feels her body still shuddering from his surprise attack outside and smiles to himself.
Making his way to the bedroom he tosses Heather gently onto the bed and about the same time she realizes her hands are tied rather tightly together with her ruined panties. Bringing the knot to her mouth she tries to undo it with her teeth.
"Nah babe, I ain't done with you yet. We'll see just how serious you are about sticking around for the long haul after I'm done."
Heather smiles and starts to work on the knot again with a wicked gleam in her eye but Tommy grabs her wrists and pulls them above her head, hooking the material over a part of the ornate metal bedframe. Reaching into his gym bag beside the bed he pulls out his hand wraps and secures the wrist restraint further to the headboard. Using extra bandaging he ties her feet to the footboard; now she's spread eagle on the bed and under his control. Removing his tie he drapes it over the nightstand; Heather might need further restraint; he's about to bring out the wildcat that he knows is hiding in there somewhere. So far the sex between them has been very vanilla but he has fantasies and he's finally found someone he's comfortable with and who he knows will be more than willing to act them out with him.
Reaching into his gym bag again he pulls out the tape scissors and turns to Heather.
"I don't know how attached you are to this outfit but I'll tell you now that it's about to be trash."
Before Heather can protest he cuts up the side of the skirt nearest to him and slides it out from underneath her. Warning her with his gaze against saying anything, he slides the scissors underneath the hem of her blouse and cuts it up the side as well. A few more snips and he has the garment cut off; only her brassiere remains.
"This looks expensive," Tommy teases as she runs a finger up Heathers side to the lace of her bra. "Is it?"
Heather nods and starts to say something but Tommy silences her by cutting through the lace on each side and then chopping the straps savagely with the dulling shears. Pulling the remains of what was probably indeed an expensive brassiere off of her body, Tommy leans forward and lazily swirls his tongue around Heathers nipple.
"Anyone ever tell you that you taste like a peach?" he asks as he leans over and takes his time teasing her other nipple into a hardened peak. Heather doesn't answer, choosing instead to arch her back, trying to get more of her breast into his mouth. Tommy makes a chiding noise with his tongue.
"Now if I have to I'll tie you down do hard you won't even be able to move a toe. Don't move unless I tell you too. Understand?"
Tommy opens the bedside table drawer and pulls out a purple vibrator. Heather immediately blushes and starts to say something but thinks better of it.
"I found this under the edge of the mattress when we changed the sheets the other day. Let me guess, you're keeping this for a friend?" Heather doesn't say anything but glares defiantly at Tommy instead. "Whatchu keeping this for when you have me? Maybe you like this sort of thing better than what I can do for you?" Tommy's teasing, he knows Heather hasn't had a moment to herself for the better part of three weeks now but he loves the shade of red she's turning as he switches the vibe on and off again. "I don't know what all the fuss is about with these things. Maybe you can help me figure it out."
Standing up he makes short work of removing all of his clothes, turning around to take his underwear off to give Heather a good view of his ass; he knows she loves the muscles there more than any other. Walking to the foot of the bed he crawls over her restrained limbs and positions himself carefully between her legs, his face directly in front of her sex. Twisting the vibrator again and hearing the quiet buzzing noise he parts Heather gently with his fingers. She's wetter than before and the heat coming off of her body is immense. She's shaking already and he's just getting started. Tommy moves his finger up and down the length of her, spreading her wetness. Looking up at her, smiling mischievously with one eyebrow cocked, he lowers the vibe onto her center. She immediately bucks her hips and looks down at him, her mouth shaped into a perfect "o". Tommy pulls the toy away and uses his tongue, tracing the same path his finger had taken, moaning at the taste of her. Reaching her center he swirls his tongue around it and then traps it between his soft lips. Heather cries out at the contact and pulls against the restraints.
Tommy gives her a moment to calm down before repeating the act, vibrator then tongue. Over and over he makes the same actions until he can see the sweat popping out all over Heathers body. Every time she gets close to release he stops until the trembling subsides.
"You okay baby?" he asks as he looks up at her heaving chest. She doesn't answer; she's playing along but he knows she ready to explode from his denying her. "I bet you wanna come so hard right now don't you? Answer me."
"Please Tommy," she whimpers, her voice merely a breathy whisper.
'I want you to tell me how good it feels, what I'm doing to you. When you convince me, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I'm gonna make you come so hard that you won't ever look at this silly little piece of plastic again. Ain't nothing gonna feel good to you anymore but me, Heather. I'm the only thing that can make you come. So tell me, tell me what you want me to do, how to make you come."
His own words have him at a breaking point; he won't be able to keep out of her for much longer. He presses his tongue onto her clit again and Heather cries out.
"Jesus Tommy, don't stop, don't stop because that's how I want you to make me come." She's watching him as he quickens his actions. The look in his eyes is sheer intensity; in the end it's that look that sends her over the edge. It's the single-most earth shattering release that she's ever experienced, her breathing is so shallow Heather feels like she might pass out. The feeling is white hot and spreads from where Tommy has his mouth all throughout the rest of her body.
Sitting up between her legs, Tommy turns and unties her ankles then reaches above her to release her hands. He effortlessly flips her over and positions her with her ass in the air in front of him. He's so hard that he can feel his heartbeat in every inch, so ready to be inside of her that he's the one shaking now. Heather is like putty in his hands, still riding the waves of her orgasm. He finds her entrance and pushes in slowly.
"Fuuuuuck," he moans as the silky wetness envelopes him. He pulls out and presses forward again, this time harder. He watches as Heather puts her hands against the headboard, bracing herself.
"Harder," she moans.
"I don't think I gave you permission to talk," he grunts as he plows into her hard enough to send her forward into the mattress.
Lifting herself up onto her hands again, Heather turns her head to the side, looking at him in the mirror over the dresser.
"I don't think you can fuck me hard enough," she says, her expression is completely deadpan.
Tommy laughs and thrusts forward as he pulls back viciously on her hips. Their bodies slam together and one of the legs on the bed breaks, sending the mattress into a slant, sliding towards the floor. "I don't think you know what kinda shit you just talked yourself into."
Keeping his hands on her hips, he pulls her back into each thrust. With each penetration Heather cries out, her knuckles white as she grips the headboard. Soon she's pushing back into him, her actions mirroring his own, matching his speed and intensity. She cries out loudly and Tommy knows she coming again; he can feel her contracting around him like a silken vice. The feeling is too much, he can feel his own orgasm build and soon he's spilling inside of her, calling her name.
They're in the floor now, the bed having completely collapsed at some point, sending them off onto the hardwood. Tommy feels himself slide out of Heather; he flops onto his side rolls over on to his back. Heather is still on her knees with her face resting against the cool floor; she smiles weakly at Tommy when he turns his head to face her.
"All that over a little vibrator?"
"You okay?" he pants as he reaches for her.
"I'm better than okay. Maybe boneless at the moment, my legs feel like jello and you ruined my only nice bra. But hell yeah, I'm okay."
"I don't ever want to hurt you, you know that right?" Tommy is leaning above Heather now and she falls over onto her side and looks up at him.
"Tommy, you didn't hurt me. I'm not a china doll that's gonna break. I think you just showed me a lot of trust and I hope you know how much trust I just showed you."
Tommy nods and looks away, "I do."
"Just promise me one thing, Tommy."
"Yeah?"
"Promise me that isn't the last time you'll do something like that. Don't make me hide vibrators all over this apartment for you to find, because I will."