Sixty-One

Because some of you asked so very nicely (and some of you NOT so very nicely), here's another chapter. Yes, that's THREE days in a ROW!! But, the cupboard is bare now. Old Mother Carol has to get some more writing done. Hope you enjoy it!!! 

Allegra’s hands trembled with anticipation as she removed her blouse.  The look in his eyes…  Well, he’d never asked her to do anything with such a look of need before.   Whatever he had in mind, she would gladly succumb to.  That need, and his obvious fatigue, pulled at her heartstrings.

 Quickly removing her slacks and lingerie, she slipped under the covers of the big bed to wait.

She couldn’t help but speculate what submitting to him would entail.  Without a doubt, she was confident he’d never get rough with her.   It just wasn’t his nature.   Having so little experience to draw upon, her naïve mind assumed that he would simply direct her in bringing him pleasure – something that she would be happy to accommodate. 

Without warning, the bedroom door swung open and he strode in wearing a black silk robe.  His presence filled the room, captivating her, and she couldn’t have looked away if the nightstand had burst into flames.   Sexual energy swirled in the air around him and her nerve endings stood at attention with the look of promise in his eyes.  Richie in control was magnetic.

“Stand up and uncover yourself.  Don’t hide from me.”

Her heart leapt at the booming command, and a shiver of trepidation crept along her spine. 

This is Richie.  I’m safe with him. 

With a silent nod, she slid obediently from under the blankets.  Rising smoothly from the mattress, she circled to the foot of the bed, where he waited.

“Turn around so I can see all of you.”

Closing her eyes, she pirouetted slowly under his watchful gaze.

“Good girl,” he said when she had come full circle, brushing her cheek with his knuckles.  “You please me.”

Richie untied the belt of his robe and let is slither into a black pool of silk at his feet, leaving him gloriously naked.  Allegra eyes devoured him hungrily.  The magnificence of his manhood never ceased to awe her, even in its current state of rest. 

How can he not be horny?  I’m about to spontaneously combust and he’s completely soft.

“Make my dick hard.”

Without hesitation she moved forward, preparing to drop to her knees, but he stepped back and shook his head disapprovingly.  

“You should be able to do that WITHOUT touching me.”

Her stomach clenched with apprehension, and she began to panic.  Seduction was not a game she was well versed in, and she was no temptress.  Richie knew that.  Did he really think she could do this?

As quickly as the thought crossed her mind, it was chased by another.

He does know.  He knows that I arouse him, or he wouldn’t do this.

Tucking that knowledge away, she met his scrutiny with a confident smile.  “Yes.”

Allegra remembered all the times Richie’s hands had been buried in her hair with rapt fascination.  It seemed a good place to begin. 

With deliberate care, her fingers crept upward along the column of her neck, until they wrapped around the elastic band that secured her ponytail in place.  She gave it a leisurely tug, allowing the ebony locks to tumble free.  A shake of her head sent the strands skittering across her shoulders and she emitted a blissful sigh at the decadence of it.

Curious as to the effect of her actions on him, she furtively stole a peek.  Lines of tense concentration were evident at his mouth, and coffee eyes had blackened with passion.   

I can do this.

The realization was empowering, allowing her to be more bold and brazen than ever before.  Guiding her open palms to her waist, she delicately caressed her torso, stopping just short of reaching her breasts.  Her fingers trailed lightly around the circumference of the twin globes and dawdled in the valley nestled in their midst. 

Teasing. 

Taunting. 

The temptation grew to be more than she could resist, and she succumbed to the enticement.  Cupping her palms around breasts heavy with desire, she kneaded the supple flesh with a tenuous touch.  The gentle kneading morphed into purposeful manipulation and she arched into her own touch. 

Her nipples immediately stiffened with desire and throbbed, begging for consideration.  Reaching up with her thumb and forefinger, she lazily rolled the rosy tips in their grasp.  She bit her lip, allowing her head to loll back, forgetting who she was supposed to be pleasing.

“Harder.”

His hoarse command penetrated her little world of self-pleasure, and she realized she didn’t know where he was.  Her eyes followed the sound of his voice to the overstuffed armchair by the window.

To accommodate his wish, she firmly tweaked the turgid little peaks, giving them a sharp tug.  Allegra gasped lightly at the sharp jolt that shot through her breasts.  It was difficult to decide whether it was pleasure or pain coursing through her at that moment, but it was addictive.

“Is your pussy wet?”

It was a struggle to focus her eyes and attention on him, and when she did, her eyes immediately dropped to his lap.  His fingers were loosely wrapped around his very prominent erection.

So far, so good.

“Answer me,” he ordered, stroking himself almost absent-mindedly.

“Yes.”

“Prove it.  Slide your fingers in.”

Her breath caught at his dark, sexy voice.  It was enough to tempt a saint, much less a mere mortal woman.  Even so, she wavered.  It was one thing to touch herself for him, but to touch herself THAT way was another story. 

“The rule is ‘immediately and without question’,” he reminded her.  “Do it now.”

Removing her mind from the situation, she eased her fingers ever so slowly downward, hesitating only  for a fleeting moment at the juncture of her thighs.  With resolve, she glided her middle finger into the dewy folds.  The slippery evidence of her desire smoothed the way for her tentative exploration. 

“Is it wet?”

“Yes.”

The silky moisture fascinated her, as it always did, and she slipped another finger into the sultry, damp heat.    She gingerly fondled the fleshy little bump of pleasure that had stiffened at the first brush of her hand.

“Put your fingers inside.”

Eyes closed, she focused on the pleasure her own touch was bringing and did as he asked, edging toward the entrance of her core.  One finger slipped in easily and she couldn’t muffle the hum of desire that escaped.  If one finger was good, two must be better.  The second joined its mate in the snug, warm confines.  In and out she navigated through the intensifying flow of her juices.  In and out, in and out until her breath came in shallow puffs.

Just a little more…

“Stop.”

It’ll only take a couple more strokes to relieve this pressure.

Richie materialized before her as silently as an apparition, but an apparition didn’t possess his strength.  A firm hand clamped down over the hand that was about to grant her release, rendering it immobile. 

“I said stop.  The rule is ‘you don’t cum until I say so’.  Did you hear me say so?’  He loomed over her in what should’ve been a menacing way, but it affected Allegra as an aphrodisiac.

“No.”

Richie gripped her wrist and brought her hand even with his mouth.  Dark eyes swallowed her whole as he purposefully laved each of her glistening fingers with his tongue, suckling away every last drop of her essence.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”

She openly ogled his lips, which shone with her moisture.

“No.”

“You can’t be trusted to do it yourself.”  With his hand still wrapped around her wrist, he bent to retrieve his robe’s belt from the floor.  “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

The words should have frightened her.  At the very least, she should have been nervous, but everything he did served only to incite her lust.  Turning slowly, she did as he asked and felt the belt tighten snugly around her wrists.

Spinning her back around to face him, he claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss that she returned with equal ardor.  There was too much space between them.  They couldn’t possibly get close enough.  She sucked on his tongue with abandon, pressing herself into the hard wall of his chest with a fervent cry.

“Spread your legs.” 

At her instant obedience, he wasted no time propelling his middle finger in as deeply as it could reach.  Her walls clamped around him and he stroked at a painstakingly slow pace, drawing a quiet whimper and a fresh flood of desire for his efforts.

He ground his erection into her hipbone as he freed that talented finger and pressed it to her parted lips.  “Now suck it clean.”

Allegra’s lips curled agreeably around the length of his finger, drawing it deep into her mouth and drawing hard.  She wished it was another part of him she was sucking on, but the taste he wanted her to experience wasn’t unpleasant.  Slightly salty, musky.  Unlike any other flavor she’d tasted.

“Do you like it?” he growled in her ear.

She finished cleansing him with a quiet slurp before answering.  “Yes.”

“So do I.”

Richie pushed her unceremoniously to the bed, once again instructing her to spread her legs.  Having bound hands made it awkward, but she managed to scoot back on the bed and find a comfortable position.  She opened her legs to him, quivering with anticipation. 

Her moan of ecstasy filled the room at the first touch of his mouth.  Confident lips moved  sensually against her folds, his tongue snaking out to tease and taste.  Each suckle, each stroke, each caress of his talented mouth brought her that much closer to the edge of rapture.  It was so close now she could touch it.

“Yesss.  Please!”

Without warning, her euphoria was rudely interrupted.   A smack reverberated through the room, and Allegra felt the accompanying sting on her butt cheek.

“Rule three seems to be hard for you to understand.” 

Her need overrode what little pain he’d caused.  She unconsciously rocked her hips, fruitlessly searching for the pleasure that had been there only seconds ago.

“Pleeeease,” she begged.  He’d been right to tie her hands.  If she’d been able, they would be finishing the job he’d abandoned.

“Turn over.”

She flipped herself over as quickly and as gracefully as her bound hands would allow.  His hands moved immediately to her restraint, working at the closure until she was once again free. 

“Put your ass all the way up in the air.  I want to see your pussy begging for me.”

Scrambling to her knees, she leaned forward until her shoulders were resting on the mattress, perching her bottom up as high in the air as it would go.  She had no idea what he expected of her, but her quest for release had her hips undulating, eager for him to fill her and put an end to this sweet torture.

“Getting anxious are we?”  He chuckled darkly and caressed her bottom with both hands.

“Yes,” she gasped.  “Please.”

“You haven’t obeyed very well, but I’m still going to let you get yourself off now.  Rub your clit and make yourself cum.”

Allegra froze and looked over her shoulder at him in disbelief.  She didn’t want to get herself off.  She wanted HIM.

“Do it.”

Desperate times called for desperate measures.  Arousal drowned out modesty and she reached for the ache between her legs without hesitation.  Lightly flicking the sensitive little nub, she could feel her climax building once again. 

She barely noticed when he left the bed, so intent was she on achieving orgasm.

Adding a second finger, she applied more pressure, moving more animatedly.  Unwittingly, her hips joined the crusade and they rotated against her fingers, anxious to help speed the process along.  If she didn’t orgasm soon she was going to melt. 

A bead of perspiration trickled down her cheek, and she felt the mattress dip with his return.  He kissed away the moisture from her face, and whispered, “Tell me when you’re almost there.”

“Yessss,” she moaned, climbing steadily toward the pinnacle.

Almost… there…

And then Richie was there, filling her to capacity with one swift stroke.  Her world instantly shattered into a million glittery, shiny pieces.

“Unnhhhhnnnnhh!”  The bolts of electricity zinged through her body like a pinball machine, eventually exiting from each of her limbs, and she trembled violently with the effort.   Her diligently pleasuring hand fell away, to help maintain her balance as the world rocked around her.

Richie continued with slow, deep thrusts as she floated back down from the stratosphere she’d been projected into.   

“Keep rubbing,” he ordered hoarsely.

“Too… much…”  The pleasure was too intense.  She couldn’t stand the thought of pressuring that little bundle of nerves again.

She felt the slap on her backside, but she found it more enjoyment than punishment, and only whimpered slightly.  Her hand remained firmly on the bed.

He stilled himself inside her and reached over to forcibly pick up her hand from the mattress. 

“Immediately and without question.” 

His strength guided her fingers back to their assignment where he manipulated them into his will.  The pressure of both their fingers on the hypersensitive skin was so intense that it was almost excruciating.

“No.”

“Yes,” he countered, maneuvering her finger lightly along the sensitive lips that were plumped with desire.  In tandem, their fingers skated along her cleft, until – unbelievably – she could feel the wet evidence of desire start to flood her again.

Satisfied that she was going to obey this time, Richie grasped her hips with both hands and resumed pumping himself inside her.  The strokes were slow and concentrated at first, but grew more forceful as her cries of rapture grew louder. 

“Please!”  The sound of their flesh slapping together grew more frenzied, as did her fingers.  A cold sweat broke out across her forehead as Richie drove her over the edge with his powerful thrusts.  Her hips bucked violently as, from deep within, the wave stole over her in ripples of heat.  The shudders wracked her body from a place so deep within that she didn’t know it existed. 

“Yes. Yes. Yessssss…..” 

As the shudders began to subside, breathless and weak, she fell to her face on the bed.  Richie’s deep, lowing cry of satisfaction echoed in her ears and he held himself deep inside her.  The pulsing sensation of his seed emptying sent another shiver through her womb.

He mumbled incoherently and his palms mindlessly caressed her for long minutes – until he had regained the ability to breathe without gasping.  After carefully easing from her, he stole away to dispose of the condom. 

Without his strength supporting her, Allegra’s knees gave way and the mattress swallowed her languid form.  She rolled onto her side and struggled to fight enticing call of sleep.  It had been an early day, and Richie had drained every last bit of her remaining energy. 

She was still conscious enough to feel the mattress dip with his weight when he returned.  He settled the sheet over them and Allegra cuddled up to him with a contented sigh.  Her cheek found the perfect resting spot on the hard plane of his chest, and she allowed his heartbeat to lull her into a sleepy haze. 

“Do you still love me after this?”  The quiet question broke what, she thought, was a contented silence.

It was difficult to explain that, while he may have had the control, she felt as though it had been all about HER pleasure.  The post-orgasmic cloud that fogged her mind wasn’t going to allow her to do it justice at the moment, so she decided to stick with the rules of the game.

“Yes.”

His lips pressed against her temple and he hugged her close. 

“I love you, too.”