One Wild Weekend Page 4

  “Fuck, yes.” He was breathing heavily already.

  She rose again, but came down slower and soon found a rhythm she was happy with. She leant forwards and placed her hands either side of Chris’ chest as she rode him, his cock doing a better job than any vibrator could. She sped up her movements, her ass slapping against his body, and Chris’ hands clenched in the cuffs. He was near. She considered lifting off and teasing him again with her ass—God knew where that had come from—but fuck it, she wanted to come, and what’s more she wanted him to come inside her. Though not till she was ready.

  “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she slapped down on his cock again and again. “Don’t come, baby. Not yet. Hold on.”

  His teeth were gritted, his eyes screwed shut, but he nodded. She could feel the first waves of her orgasm coming and tried to hold on, but it was like holding back the tide. The first wave hit and she ground down on his cock and cried out. At the same moment, Chris gave up trying to hold back and thrust up to meet her, coming with her. He howled like a wild animal and yanked again at the cuffs. This time the cheap chain holding them together snapped, and he grabbed her ass as they rode out the orgasm together.

  Utterly spent, Bobby sagged down on top of him, and he threw his arms around her. The metal of the cuffs was ice cold against her hot flesh, but she was too tired to care. They stayed like that for what felt like a week. Chris was the first to speak.

  “You’re incredible.” He moved his hands to her face and kissed her softly. “That was… You’re incredible.”

  Bobby giggled. “You said that already.”

  “Well, it bears repeating. As does this whole thing.” He jingled an arm. “Though with better cuffs next time.”

  She sat up and took one of his arms. Despite the padding, the cuffs had left angry red welts on his wrists. She winced and retrieved the key from the box and released him.

  “Sorry. We’ll have to get something on those.”

  Chris shrugged as he rubbed at the marks. “It’s part of the experience.”

  “If you say so.” She stretched the ache from her arms. “I’ll pass on the cuffs, for part two.”

  He frowned. “Part two?”

  She nodded. “You said you wanted to be tied up, and also wanted to tie someone up.” She prodded herself in the breast. “I’m pretty sure I’m someone.”

  Chris grinned. “If you’re absolutely sure.”

  “I am. Though we’ll use one of my scarves or something.” She dropped onto the bed again and hugged him tight. “Mimi would have a field day if she saw cuff marks when I went back in.”

  “I’ll bet. First, though, the park. Fair’s fair.”

  “Then you’d better pray for good weather.”

  Chapter Five

  The weather didn’t improve. In fact, if anything, it worsened. Bobby stared out of the window beside the back door and watched the angry dark clouds rush across the sky. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled.

  “Crap.”

  Chris appeared by her side and squeezed her shoulder. “The reports say it’s like this all day. It should clear by tomorrow morning, though.”

  “Okay, we’ll switch things round.” She turned and slid a hand down his pants, closing her fingers around his cock. “Tonight, you’re in charge, and tomorrow we go to the park.”

  Chris leaned in and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips. In response, she squeezed his stiffening cock, then let go.

  “Tonight,” she said after the kiss broke. “I could do with a rest anyway.”

  “Me too.” Chris followed her into the lounge. “Nick has a hell of a DVD collection, so we could kick back with a few films and the rest of that wine.”

  Bobby dropped onto the couch. “Sounds great.”

  They were halfway through the extended version of Titanic when her phone rang in the bedroom. It was Mimi, checking up on her.

  “Well? Is it all systems go?”

  “And then some,” Bobby said with a grin as she pushed the bedroom door shut. “I had him tied to the bed last night.”

  “No way! Was that his idea or yours?”

  “His, but I had a hell of a time, too.” The memory had her tingling. “More tonight, then again tomorrow, depending on the weather.”

  She bit her tongue. Shit.

  “Weather? Whoa, are you guys doing it in public?” There was a short pause. “That’s what you meant by illegal when I asked about your fantasy!”

  “Yeah, okay, now shush. I don’t want people hearing about it.”

  “My lips are sealed, ya pervert. Incidentally, I’d recommend you both avoid underwear, and you wear a long skirt.”

  Bobby raised an eyebrow. “Have you done it?”

  “Let’s just say it was a friend of a friend.”

  She laughed. “So, am I missing anything at work?”

  “Nah, nothing we can’t handle on our own. Hell, stay longer if you want, I’ll tell the bosses something.”

  “I wish.” She sighed. “I’ll see you Tuesday morning.”

  “I’ll be wanting details, remember. And if you happen to have any photos of Chris…”

  “Goodbye, Mimi.”

  She hung up with a grin and re-joined Chris in the lounge.

  * * * *

  As the day wore on, the weather became even worse. From the sound of it, a full-scale thunder storm had settled in the garden, and each peel seemed to make the house vibrate.

  Bobby was watching the lightning from the back window when the power died. All the lights snuffed out in an instant, leaving her blundering around the cupboards in search of candles. Chris appeared a moment later, though she was too busy to turn.

  “I think I saw some in here,” she said as she opened a high cupboard. “Bingo.”

  She lit two candles, then turned around and nearly dropped both. Chris stood there, naked and erect, the blindfold in his hand and one of her scarves over his shoulder.

  “Follow me.”

  He started walking towards the bedroom and Bobby fell into step behind him. She spotted the glow from many candles in the hall, and realised that, unless he lit them expecting a power cut, it wasn’t the storm that had killed the lights.

  She stepped into the bedroom and Chris moved to the opposite side of the room, so the bed was between them.

  “The rules,” he said. “You do not speak. At all. The only exception to this is if I say you can, or if you need to use the safety word, which is ‘sunset’.” He threw the scarf and blindfold onto the bed. “Strip.”

  The authoritative tone made her pussy twinge, and she had no doubt that a little payback from last night was headed her way. She did as she was told, and pulled her top, then bra away, her nipples already hard. She dropped the clothes to the side, then slipped out of her pants and socks. As she reached for her panties, Chris raised a hand.

  “Give them to me.”

  She slid them down her legs, then threw them across the bed. Chris picked them up and held them to his mouth and nose, breathing deeply before dropping them. He looked her over, stroking his cock as he did, sending tingles through her body.

  Chris gestured to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, facing me.”

  She climbed onto the bed, arranging herself so her elbows were on the mattress with her hands loose in front and her head was near the edge. Chris took the scarf and tied her hands together, tight but not painfully so. There would be no marks like she could still see on Chris’ wrists.

  Satisfied with the knot, he picked up the blindfold and tied it in place, lifting her hair out of the way first. The world went black, and Bobby had to take a steadying breath. Chris must have noticed, as he kissed her on the cheek before he stood.

  “Good girl,” he said, and stepped away from her.

  A rumble of thunder overhead made Bobby jump. They’d picked quite the night for this. She almost mentioned it out loud, before remembering her role.

  Somewhere off to her side, she could hear C
hris’ breathing, as well as what sounded like him masturbating.

  “Raise your ass higher,” came his voice from a different position than she’d expected.

  She did, and the rubbing sound continued, only to be joined by soft footsteps. She had expected him to come around from behind, given his command, and she jumped again as something rubbed against her mouth. A finger slid to her jaw and pulled her mouth open then his cock was inside her. She started to move her head up and down his shaft, but he told her to keep still, and instead moved his hips as he fucked her mouth.

  “Do nothing, say nothing,” he murmured. “You’re the slave tonight, and I’ll have my ‘almost anything’.”

  She shivered at that, remembering what she had taunted him with the previous night. His cock tensed on her tongue, and he slowed for a moment before speeding again. After what felt like ten minutes, but could have been half or twice that, he pulled away and lifted her mouth closed again, leaving only a faint hint of pre-cum on her tongue.

  He retreated again, and she got the feeling it was more for her benefit than his own. Not knowing where in the room he was, or what he was doing, conjured all sorts of images in her head. What if he left her like this? Would he? Of course he wouldn’t, she asserted. You trust him enough to let him tie you up, so you trust him t—

  The mattress creaked as Chris climbed onto the bed behind her, and she had to stifle a moan as his hands slid up her thighs, coming to rest on her ass. With deliciously slow speed, he pulled her cheeks apart and she braced herself for his cock. When his tongue met her asshole, she couldn’t hold back a squeal of surprise. He slapped her hard on the ass.

  “I didn’t say you could make noise.”

  His tongue met her ass again and she had to bite the inside of her cheeks to stop another sound escaping. He ran his tongue in circles around it, then pulled back again and silence fell. She could hear her heart thud in her ribcage as she tried to guess what was to come next. After minutes, he spoke.

  “You know, if I wanted to…” She froze as the head of his cock pressed against her ass.

  More silence, but his cock remained where it was. “I could slide my cock all the way inside your tight little ass, fill you up. Like you teased me with yesterday.”

  She bit her lip as he pushed a little harder. Do it, she screamed in her head. Fuck my ass and finger my clit till I squirt all over your hand.

  “Of course, not without permission.” His voice was breathy, unsure. “You may nod or shake your head, nothing more.”

  She took a sharp breath inwards, then nodded slowly as she prepared herself. He pulled away and she frowned. Then she heard the click of the little bottle of lube that had come with the vibrator and she was back to biting her lip.

  He was back on the bed a moment later, and Bobby held back a whimper as his hand found her aching clit. His other hand massaged her ass cheek, then a finger was on her asshole. It pushed against her and she relaxed, letting it slide inside. The feeling was indescribable, and combined with his other fingers working her pussy, she knew she wouldn’t last long. She was given a reprieve as he removed his hands from her, but it was only temporary.

  “Ready?”

  She nodded and clenched her fists as Chris’ cock was against her ass once more. He started slow, only sliding a little way inside, but that was enough to make her bite her tongue to hold back a whimper. She relaxed as best she could and found that made the discomfort lessen, and within less than a minute it had passed entirely, leaving only an indescribable sensation that she wanted more of.

  Chris let out a gasp as she moved back onto his cock, lengthening his stroke inside her. He recovered quickly, and slapped her ass again.

  “I didn’t say you could do that, did I?” She shook her head as he pulled almost all the way out. “You will be punished for that.”

  Her eyes widened underneath the blindfold at the sound of the vibrator, and she couldn’t stop the gasp as he slid it inside her pussy, the speed set high. The next thing she knew, he was slamming his cock so far into her ass that his balls were slapping against her flesh. The first orgasm hit her like a train, and coincided with a flash of lightning outside. She bit into her mouth again and somehow managed not to cry out.

  Not until the second orgasm.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, and didn’t care in the least when Chris slapped her ass again.

  “Oh God,” he cried back.

  Both his hands were on her hips now as he slammed into her again and again. To hell with rules! She pushed into his thrusts as hard as she could and was rewarded with another orgasm. Chris grunted and pulled away, and moments later hot semen hit her back and ass.

  The vibrator was slid from her next then footsteps came around the front of the bed. She managed to squint just before the blindfold was removed, but the lights were still off anyway.

  “Fuck me,” he gasped as he untied her hands with shaking fingers. “There are no words for how good that felt.”

  Bobby rolled onto her back and let out a long breath. “Right there with ya.”

  “I hope you didn’t mind any of that.” He looked down into her eyes. “It was part of my fantasy, but I never would have if you’d said no. And with the teasing last night, I guessed y—”

  She put a finger on his lips. “Sweetie, I’ve never felt so alive.” She grinned. “We’ll be doing all of that again.”

  Chris grinned back and let out a long breath. “It’s a good job your fantasy is rather more laid-back. I don’t think my heart could take the strain.”

  Chapter Six

  Bobby was both happy and nervous to find that the storm had blown itself out while she and Chris had slept. Morning light came through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow. I guess we’re going through with it then. She rolled over to find Chris was still in bed. A sure sign that he was as tired out from last night as she was. She grinned at the memories, as well as the aches, and lay back down.

  Chris stirred and woke with a cough. “Here, where do I know you from?”

  “Last night? You boned me? I was the one in the blindfold.”

  “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

  She threw the covers off and jiggled her chest at him. “How about now?”

  He grinned. “Ah, now you look familiar.” He tore his eyes away long enough to glance out the window. “Weather looks way better.”

  “Indeed it does. Sure you’re not tired of me yet?”

  “Definitely not. Though if at some point I do get bored, we have a fun new entrance to play with.”

  She snorted at that and punched him in the arm. “Pervert!”

  “You’re the one who said yes.”

  “Nodded, actually.” She winked. “And yes, it was a lot of fun. As was the shower after.”

  He slapped his forehead. “The shower, too! No wonder I’m exhausted.”

  “You and me both.” She pulled the covers back over. “When do we need to be leaving for home?”

  “If we want to beat the rush hour, three at the latest.”

  She rolled onto her other side to check the clock. “Eight hours away. Take away time for packing, cleaning the place up… Crap. We need to get moving.”

  * * * *

  Park number three was perfect. It was still too early for the lunchtime crowd, but not too late that they missed the early risers, which amounted to a smattering of people. The weather was fair too, though it wasn’t warm. Still, the benches were dry, which put Chris’ mind at ease.

  “Don’t want a wet ass,” he muttered as they walked towards a spot they’d picked out the previous day.

  He was wearing his usual stuff. Slacks, shirt, black shoes. No belt though, to speed up one of the trickiest parts, and no underwear. Bobby was wearing her work skirt and a light blouse. Just like Chris, she was going commando, and the chilly morning breeze on her pussy was practically foreplay all by itself.

  They spotted a suitable bench and sat together as they scoped the area.

  Bobby was
already starting to colour from nerves, and a light sweat broke on her temples. Chris was fairing the same from the looks of it. She squeezed his hand.

  “It’s time, I think.”

  He glanced down at his crotch. “Gimme a second. Nerves are slowing down the captain.”

  Bobby sniggered. “Captain? That’s a new one on me. Lemme help, anyway.” She leaned over until her mouth was an inch from his ear. “I want you to fuck me, Chris, here where people might see. I want you to take your big hard cock and stuff it all the way inside me.” She moaned softly. “I want to feel you come inside my pussy, I want to feel it run down my leg as w—”

  “Jeez, Bobby.” He glanced around. “Okay, hop on.”

  Bobby surveyed the area too, then clambered on top of his lap, her legs poking through the open back of the bench. She moved down his thighs a short way so he had room to unfasten his pants, and even then it was a struggle. He managed though, and his cock poked free for an instant before Bobby flipped her skirt over it.

  “So far so good,” she muttered, and had to restrain a giggle.

  “Coast’s clear.”

  With a little help from the back of the bench, she rose up, then reached under her skirt and guided his cock into position before lowering herself inch by inch. She had been sopping wet with anticipation since the car, she slid down easily.

  “Fuck,” she whispered, as she slowly ground her hips back and forth on his lap.

  Chris buried his face in her neck, giving the impression to any passers-by that they were merely making out. In theory at least. His adjusted his position on the seat and Bobby gasped at the movement, attracted the momentary attention of a woman jogging past on the path behind the bench.

  The jogger kept going, and Bobby sighed in relief. What if she had suspected, though, and was now running to a warden? The thought both scared her and turned her on. What if someone sits on the bench and tries to have a conversation with us? She giggled and Chris asked what she was thinking about.