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  We both laughed and kissed each other. I knew he was serious, and my interest was piqued. He would have me again in a little while, make me scream the way I couldn't here. And if he was really going to wait, I was going to make him scream then as well. He fixed himself and left the room after one more kiss.

  As I actually used the bathroom, I thought about him going out there, his cock still hard and people seeing him emerging from the ladies room. Then I realized I had to go out there next, with everyone knowing what we had been doing. My face went hot so fast I hadn't felt it coming. Maybe I could convince Justin to leave quickly. His stiff cock needed to be in me soon, for both of us, so it shouldn't take a lot of convincing.

  I gathered up my courage, telling myself that most of the people had probably not even noticed, oblivious and distracted in their own drinks and conversations. After washing and drying my hands, and swallowing some pride, I pulled the door open. The hinges screamed for everyone to look at the girl that just had an orgasm in the bathroom.

  Justin was standing in the hall waiting for me, his smile spread wide across his face, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. "I figured you might have the urge to leave quickly," he said lightly.

  I laughed. "Yeah, I was kinda just thinking that before I came out."

  "I thought you would," he said, "no one really noticed, but I took care of the bill and let Trisha know we would be slipping out the back."

  Unable to stop myself, I glanced down the hall toward the bar and saw Trisha waving and laughing at me, shaking her head. I giggled and waved back at her.

  "Come on, Warrior." Justin grabbed my hand and led me deeper into the hall toward the door where I'd almost disappeared last week. I felt perfectly safe with Justin by me, holding me.

  Turns out the back door is actually a side door to a short alley that ran out to the street alongside the Manhattan Grill. We walked up to the street and I looked both ways, wondering which way Justin had chased the guy that night.

  "We went out that way," Justin said, tilting his head to the left, knowing what I was thinking. "Lost him a few blocks up."

  I squeezed his hand tighter. "I'm glad you stopped him, and I'm also glad you didn't catch him."

  Justin shrugged his strong shoulders. It wasn't good enough for him, that he didn't get his hands on the guy, but it was better. Even now, the anger is freshly rushing back into his face, and I love instinctive protectiveness.

  Maybe I am different to him?

  It was time to change the subject and get us out of here. "Let's go up the other way and get a cab. I need to get you back to a bedroom; I wanna fuck you silly for doing that to me in the bathroom." I pulled his face to mine and rammed my tongue into his mouth, feeling his lips curl into a smile while we kissed.

  "We'll go back to my place, I know what you need," he said in a sexy voice that told me he had something planned for me that I really wanted. I was intrigued, wondering what else he had in store, if there was a next level.

  The cab ride had been a quick blur of lips, tongues and hands, nothing so outrageous the driver wasn't used to seeing it, but it was enough to keep us in line until we got to his building. More of the same in the elevator, knowing there was a security camera. Once we got into his apartment, I thought we would just attack each other again like last time, but Justin led me by the hand to his bed, throwing all the covers off completely to the floor at the foot.

  There are ties at each corner, long silk strips that had been carefully tucked under the sheets and covers. Dumbstruck was the best way to describe my reaction. I didn't know if it was a joke, if they were for me, and I didn't say a word. Justin smiled at me comfortably and began pulling clothes off me.

  Am I going to let this happen?

  Even as he pushes me down into the center of the bed and begins tying my arms and legs, I am still not sure how to react. I am incredibly turned on, the thought of giving him full control over all of me is intense, but I don't know if it is okay to show how eager I am. He grabbed my right leg and spread it out to the corner as I watched with my head lifted, my right arm already tied tightly. He swung around to the left side of the bed, pulling my arm over and tying it. Now only my leg remained. Justin held my ankle in his hand and spread my legs wide, exposing me, and I can feel the cool air in the room touch the wetness between my legs. The silk restraint wrapped around my flesh as I began to tingle with anticipation.

  I am now fully at his mercy. There is nothing for me to do, nothing I can do. Justin finished the knot and began running his fingertips up my leg, my side and breast, as he studied me. The look in his eyes is maddening. My clit screams for service, but when I pulled at the ties there was only but an inch or two of give. I was going to have to calm myself, pace my urges.

  "Just relax," he said. "You can't get out until I let you, so I'm going to make it take as long as I want it to, bring you to the edge as many times as I want, make you cum as many times as I feel like."

  My chest is heaving air in and out in excited bursts. I had always wanted to do this, fantasized about it too many times to remember. My ex, Steven, didn't have it in him, didn't have the courage or control, and I'm glad fate had waited to bring me someone that can control my body and do things to me that I didn't know I needed.

  Justin stood at the side of the bed and slowly undressed himself. His large cock is already half erect. He leans over the edge of the bed and places it in my hand.

  "Squeeze it!" he demands into my ear in his low sexy voice. I flex my hand around it, rubbing my thumb on its head as it surges to its full size, the heat of it warming my palm. His animal-like growl fills my ear.

  "I think I'm becoming addicted to your touch," he whispered. He buried his face into my hair right behind my ear, inhaling deeply. "And your smell," he said. His tongue is on my neck, traveling down my chest as he pulls his cock out of my hand, sucking my nipple into his mouth just for an instant. "Even your taste," he said.

  He backed away and bent to pick something up off the floor before he moved to the foot of the bed, staring at my exposed areas while his hardness jumps and twitches. Then he climbed onto the bed on his knees and placed the smooth side of his fingernails on my calf, slowly running it up my leg up to my thigh, at each instant there was the threat that he would reverse his motion and gouge open my tender skin. In his other hand he's holding his shirt, but I have no idea why as he climbs even higher, throwing his legs over mine to straddle my waist. His fingertips travel up my side, over my ribs and into my armpit where he finally opened his hand and grabbed my arm, using it to balance himself as he climbed even higher. His stiffened member was nearly touching my chin, and I want it in my mouth.

  Justin whipped his shirt out straight, lifted my head and placed his shirt under my hair. I stuck my tongue out and gave his cock a lick before he put my head back down.

  "What's the shirt for?" I ask in a voice that shivers with excitement.

  He smiled. "I'm about to show you," he said.

  With determined intention, he grabbed the sleeves of his shirt and quickly pulled them across my eyes and tied a knot, blindfolding me into his will. There was no point in faking a protest, it had turned me on even more and it was obvious.

  I growled this time. "I want you so fucking bad right now," I hiss.

  Justin lifts my head again and slides his cock deep into my mouth. His hips thrust against my face a few times before he pulled out and guided himself down my body so that he could kiss me, not concerned at all that he might get a hint of his own masculinity. Without my hands and eyes, I am suddenly aware of everything, every inch of my body sending me signals. Our lips slid together in the wetness of our passionate mouths, his tongue moved back and forth over mine, in and out of my mouth as if it was his cock, which was rubbing and gently thrusting against my left hip, warming my flesh.

  He smacked his left hand on the soft skin of my inner thigh, almost as if he'd spanked me. It was just hard enough to make my skin tingle before he was kneading his
hand gently into the muscles there. My passion grew enraged. I pulled my mouth away from his.

  "Touch me now!" I demanded.

  His hand dove into the crevice between my leg and pussy, touching my vulva, but it was a tease, he went no further. I strained against the ties, thrusting at him.

  "Please?" I begged.

  His fingers traced around my lips, not quite touching my clit, and dipped lower tickling the line of my ass. I moaned, desperate.

  "I will, when I believe you're ready," he said.

  "I'm ready now!"

  "No, but you're close," he teased.

  His finger traces the folds of my labia, leaving a trail of heat behind them. He finds a line of my juices running down me, a combination of the orgasm he'd already given me and my new, furious lust. His fingers slide in it while his eyes study all my defenseless secrets. Following my wetness to its source, Justin circles his finger around my opening, dipping in just the tip to find a lot more of my thick wetness waiting just inside.

  As soon as he felt it, his already solid cock jumps and engorges against my leg, and his other hand clenches stiffly on my inner thigh. It's a little harder than I think he meant to grab. It's certainly a little harder than I would have allowed if my hands were free. And it nearly puts me into a full orgasm.

  I growl and then scream, "Oh, fuck yes!"

  Whether he meant to or not, Justin had just discovered for both of us, that just a hint of pain, in the right spot, at the right time, can make me cum.

  Finally, his fingers are in me, hitting right on my G-spot. I scream. It was supposed to be, God yes, but it actually didn't sound like anything by the time it came out, just a loud, long squeal. His hand jerked in and out of me, and I was right back where he had me at the bar, ready to explode. My nipples ache, and as if he'd been reading my mind, his mouth sucked one in tightly, flicking his tongue across its hardness.

  There is some pressure building, and I know I am close. That familiar pulsing is here, stronger than usual.

  Strange noises are still erupting from my mouth and I am there, swinging on the edge of orgasm, when Justin quickly yanks his hand out of me.

  "No!" I barked. "Don't stop! What are you doing?"

  "Not ready yet," he said.

  "Yes I am, make me cum. Please."

  "I'm not ready yet," he said, correcting me. "You'll cum, when I'm ready to let you!"

  The bed shifted as he moved, leaving me. I can hear his footsteps moving down below me. Then his tongue was on my clit, sucking it.

  "Oh, God! Oh!" I was nearly right back again. His tongue strummed, and strummed, and strummed. My stomach tightened, getting ready to convulse, and he stopped again. "Jesus Christ!"

  Justin laughed. I can imagine his sexy, twisted smile. The bed rocked again when he climbed over me. I feel his knees brushing the insides of my thighs, his breath on my face, and I know his hard cock must be just inches away, maybe already feeling the heat coming out of me. I thrust my hips at him, trying to grind myself on his hot thickness, and it works. His moans fill my head as I rock my pussy up and down his shaft, crushing my clit on him as hard as I can. His hips are pushing back, too.

  When he knows I might cum from it, he pulls away, letting me settle while my body implodes from the denial. I need him inside. I'm aching to squeeze and bear down on him, literally aching in my secret, warrior places. Then it was in me, gliding in to its hilt through my heat and wetness.

  "It feels so good inside you," he said.

  "Fuck me, Justin! Fuck me and make me cum!"

  Our hips are colliding, banging each other wickedly, and grinding flesh against flesh. I could hear in his breathing that he was not far from cumming too; the excitement of playing with me was killing him.

  "Let go. Cum with me," I beg.

  When he stopped again and pulled out of me, we both growled, hung on the line between pleasure and pain.

  "You're killing us," I said.

  We both laughed quickly.

  He moved around again and his cock filled my mouth. I can taste the musk of myself mixing with the precum oozing from him. He is facing my feet, and while I suck on him he spreads my pussy open and runs his tongue straight down the middle. He moans while my clit is sucked into his mouth, and the sensation is incredible. The tiny vibrations are like fireworks.

  This time I expected it, as I began to cum, he stopped, knowing my body as well as I know it myself. The withdraw rocks me. Justin is up, moving again, off the bed this time and I have no idea where he is, what he will touch next. I have been cumming now for at least twenty minutes without being allowed to fall over the edge, and I am ready to go insane, my body is one huge orgasm waiting to happen.

  He grabs my breast, tweaking my nipple in his fingers and then licking it quickly before disappearing again.

  Fingers slid into my heat, pumping in and out, making sure to keep me close. His hand smacks both my thighs, making them tingle and rubbing it in.

  I can't even talk at this point. I'm just moaning and writhing against the restraints.

  "Are you ready to cum?" he asked.

  I moaned my answer.

  His tongue started down near my ass, slipping along the sensitive skin below my opening, and then into me. It ran to my clit and flicked it, then left me. His fingers came back, rubbing my clit vigorously as I scream.

  "Should I let you cum this time?" he asked.

  I actually started to cry. I need to cum so bad I am in tears.

  The bed jerks and he is on me—in me. His stiff cock glides in and out like a machine, and he had one hand on my clit at the same time, rubbing hard circles in the wetness.

  "Cum!" he demanded. "Cum with me now!"

  Finally, he let me crash over the edge, my pussy clenching at his hardness, squeezing it tightly, but unable to stop its motion. This desperate climax is coming from inside me and my clit at the same time, but it feels more like my entire body is cumming. Every inch of me is exploding ecstasy, convulsing in a long, intense spasm. I am screaming, loudly this time, this was neighbors calling the police screaming.

  Justin was growling and screaming with me, exploding inside me. The sheath of muscle that covers him is flexing and twitching around me.

  Usually, a strong orgasm makes my legs tighten and close, but the silk ties are preventing that, leaving me exposed to his fingers still strumming my clit. My whole body is convulsing and clenching, muscles squeezing to the explosion of the release.

  Finally!

  Finally!

  Finally!

  It took me, swept me into the crashing wet heat, and my cries slowly died into moans.

  Justin is barely able to move now, the thrusting of his hips becoming an involuntary twitch, and he took his hand off my clit. I heard it land on the bed beside me to help hold him up. The blindfold had been sexy and wonderful until now. I wanted to see his face, watch his expression of ecstasy, see his body shaking and spent as it hovers over me, pumping out the last of his energy.

  He collapsed, doing his best not to put his full weight on me as we both lay there trying to catch our breath. His slightly softened member slides out of me, the sensation making him convulse again.

  I decide not to be embarrassed by the crying. He should take it as a compliment for the very best orgasm I've ever even dared imagine.

  "It can only go downhill from that," I said as my breath returned.

  Justin laughed. "Don't be so sure," he said. "I have a lot of tricks in my bag."

  I laughed with him, and also understood that it was not just a joke.

  I'M FEELING PARTICULARLY SASSY today. Some of my girl parts, as well as my wrists and ankles, are just sore enough to be a wonderful reminder of Justin fucking the sexual hunger right out of me. For work, after a night like that, I put on new red and black do-me pumps from Michael Kors and a black Daine Von Furstenberg Rosita Lace dress from Barneys. I was borderline appropriate, but I was on the right side of the line.

  John Fillmore and I spent the ent
ire morning together. He seemed pretty impressed with what I have accomplished already. Part of the morning he planned for us to review his calendar, but I had already done that, and set up reminders on mine. Instead, we spent some time making calls to a few of his key contacts and associates, introducing me and getting my contact information out there. For the rest of our time, we spent it getting to know each other, to learn how each of us works. We are a great fit.

  There are pictures of Mrs. Fillmore and their kids placed all over his office, and he speaks of them easily. His wife is very pretty, actually a bit out of his league, but he had obviously sold himself well. The kids, young teenagers both of them, were a good mix of their parent’s best features.

  I did turn down his offer for lunch, but that was only because I have to run to Justin's building, hopefully soon to be my building, and sign the lease papers if everything looks right. John understood, completely, and we made plans instead for tomorrow that we are both looking forward to.

  At noon, I left for the apartment, quickly hailing a cab and reaching the building in less than fifteen minutes, even with the traffic. I called the number Justin had given me for the management office. They were expecting me, and a short, troll’ish woman came right out to greet me in the lobby with a wide, toothy grin and an envelope of papers tucked under her wing.

  "Hello, Charity, it's a pleasure. I'm Jenny," she said in a voice that was pleasant and deceivingly different than her appearance.

  "Hello, Jenny," I replied, as if I hadn't been a little stunned at the contrast, and shook her hand.

  "Why don't we go up and see it first," she said, turning to lead me to the elevator.

  I marched along behind her, impressed at the speed of her legs in her grey Calvin Klein pant suit. She hit the up button, and the right-side elevator immediately opened.

  As the door closed us in, she asks, "How do you know Mr. Collins?"

  "He rescued me from an attack," I answered, trying to keep it simple.

  "Oh my," she said. "Were you hurt?"