Chapter 202

Tori could feel the tension emanating from the large man walking beside her. All her senses were on high alert in anticipation of what might happen next. When they entered the suite, Richie headed for the bedroom. She set down her purse and stepped out onto the terrace. With a sigh of contentement she watched the waves lap at the moonlit beach. Suddenly, her view was blocked by a panel of silk settling over her eyes. “What the…?” Surprised, her hands rose to touch the blindfold.

His hands grabbed hers and pulled them down and behind her back. Holding them with one hand, he slid the other around her waist and pulled her back against him. “Now then, me beauty, ye don’t seem to listen real well. I told ye, ye belong to me. This…” His hand rose to squeeze her breasts very firmly, then slid over her bare midriff to cup her between her legs. “…and this…..” He squeezed. She stiffened and inhaled sharply. “….belong to me. By the time the sun lights that thar sky agin, ye’ll know it too!” His breath was a raspy growl in her ear. His arm encircled her waist again and he lifted her off the ground and carried her into the bedroom.

Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry. She didn’t fight him. The thought never even crossed her mind. This is what she wanted. Her caveman – or in this instance, her pirate – was back. She licked her lips as she waited to see what he would do.

He stopped beside the bed and released her hands just long enough to lift her onto the bed. Recapturing her hands he raised them above her head and tied them to the headboard with scarves. After checking that her bonds were secure, but comfortable, his hands roamed possessively over her body, removing her clothes as he went.

“I seen ye flauntin’ her body in them scraps of cloth.” She felt strips of some material being wrapped around her legs – not at her ankles like she expected, but just above her knees. She frowned slightly in confusion wondering what he was going to do. “Teasing them thar divers.” Two firm tugs unravelled the mystery as her legs were pulled up and apart, opening her completely. “Taunting every man in the room with every twitch of yer hips.” The pirate was fading. She sensed him moving away and her straining ears picked up the sounds of him undressing. “No more me beauty. Ye need to be taught a lesson.” She could feel his hot breath in her ear. “Ye be mine!” She jerked slightly when his hand touched the sensitive flesh between her thighs that was already throbbing. “Aah, what’s this? You’re dripping already.” His voice deepened. “Do ye want me, me beauty? Do ye?” Her back arched as he sank two fingers into her slick channel. “Do ye?”

“Yes.” She whispered. She felt the bed dip as he climbed onto it. A gasp was forced from her as he withdrew his fingers and with one hard thrust, buried his erection to the hilt.

He groaned. “You fit me like a glove. Your body was made for me and no one else.” The playful accent was gone. He pounded into her. “I’m going to fuck you until you know it too. Until you feel empty if I’m not inside you. Until you can’t walk!”

Just the thought of what that would take sent her over the edge and she cried out as she shattered. With a grunt and another hard thrust he followed, emptying himself deep inside her.

Rolling off of her, he watched her breasts heave as she panted. He reached out with two fingers to rub a nipple, smirking when it hardened instantly. “I’m going to stroke you until your skin craves my touch.” For long, silent minutes he did just that, starting at her wrists and moving down her arms, spending several minutes caressing, kneading and squeezing her breasts before continuing on down over her abdomen and thighs and repeating the sequence over and over and over.

Rendered sightless by the blindfold, the silence in the room left nothing to distract her from the sensation of his hands on her skin. She shivered as goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch and her nipples hardened even more.

“Cold?” He asked. She shook her head. “You don’t feel cold. You feel….warm and soft and smooth. No other man will ever touch you like I do. No other man will feel the silky velvet of your breasts, the firm taughtness of your thighs…” His hand stroked the relevant areas of her body as he described them. “….the hot…wet…satin of your most female flesh.”

“Mmmmm.” She moaned softly as he penetrated her with three fingers.

He grinned as her hips lifted towards his hand and moved in time with his fingers. “Yesss. That’s it. Move with me.You like that don’t you? You like feeling even this little bit of me inside you don’t you?” When she didn’t answer he sped up his movements, curling his fingers slightly to rub the super sensitive spot in the front wall of her passage. She cried out. “Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you’d rather I stopped. Which is it?” She just shook her head. He withdrew his fingers.

“NO!” She sobbed. “Please! Don’t stop!” Her body lifted, searching for contact with him. “I….I like it! I do! Please!”

“That’s what I thought.” Long fingers traced her swollen folds before slipping inside her again. This time, while his fingers massaged her inner flesh, his thumb rubbed her clit lightly.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Mmmmm. Right there! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oooooh!” Her body shook with the strength of her release.

He continued his stroking until her muscles relaxed, then withdrew his fingers, leaned back and surveyed his captive. Her skin was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. Her lips were parted as she fought for breath, her tongue emerging to lick them. He leaned over to lick and nibble on her earlobe. “You’re all sweaty. Are you hot?” She swallowed and nodded. “Mmmmm. You taste good. Even better than that vanilla oil.” He alternated licks with open mouthed kisses in a path down her neck and over her collarbone. “But I’m the only man who will know that. No other man will taste the salty sweetness of your sweat.” He kissed his way over the mound of one breast, licked her nipple, blew on it and watched it stand up for him. “Or feel your nipple harden in his mouth.” He suckled her firmly. Her back arched and she moaned. Releasing her breast, he continued licking and kissing his way over her abdomen and her legs, leaving marks on the tender skin of her inner thighs. He shifted over her and settled his shoulders between her widespread thighs. Opening her with his fingers he paused, staring at her exposed flesh. “No other man will taste your sweetness or feel your flesh pulsing against his tongue.” He bent and slowly traced her cleft with his tongue, up one side and down the other. When he reached her nub, he flicked it several times, before closing his lips around it and suckling her.

“Oh…oh…mmmm….oh….oh god…mmmm..RICHIE!!!” She went rigid.

Lifting his head to look at her face he grinned, then lowering his head again settled in to feast. “Mmmm. Sweet…so sweet.” He lapped at her, drinking and sucking her juices, wondering how much he could draw from her. Using only his lips and tongue her brought her to climax twice more. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer, slid his body up hers and he sank his aching shaft into her still pulsing passage. He groaned. “You’re so tight. You feel so good. No other man can fill you like I can.” He started to move, thrusting slowly, but firmly. “No other man will pleasure you like I do. No other man will feel your hips lifting towards him, urging him deeper. No other man will feel your moist, velvet walls close like a vice around him, as he pushes you over the edge into ecstasy.” He picked up speed, thrusting harder and deeper. “No other man will hear your cries of rapture. No. Man. But. Me!” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust and smiled as she clamped down around him and screamed as she peaked again. He held still until her tremors subsided, then picked up his rhythm again.

She shook her head. “Enough. Please. I can’t.” Her voice was a whisper.

“Yes you can. It’s never enough. I need more.” He growled in her ear. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

And she did. As she came for the third time, taking him with her, exhausted and overwhelmed by sensation she passed out. When he realized she was unconscious, Richie loosened the scarves holding her legs, letting them relax and straighten, drew the sheet up over her and laid back to contemplate the rest of the night’s activities.

Tori awoke and tried to move, only to find that although she could move her legs slightly, her hands were still bound. Likewise, the blindfold was still in place. Her heart rate kicked up a notch, her mouth went dry and her lower body melted as she realized that he wasn’t finished yet. This is even better than I anticipated!

The rustling of sheets at her movements brought his attention back to her. He leaned closer. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

She licked her lips. “Thirsty.”

She felt the bed shift as he rose. A few minutes later it dipped again as he returned. An arm slid under her shoulders, raising her slightly, and a glass was pressed against her lips. She drank half the glass of Diet Coke before pulling back. “Thank you.”

Richie set aside the glass, turned back to her and pulled the sheet off of her. “Now, let’s get back to your lessons. We’ve covered your response to my hands and my mouth, now we’re going to work on your response to just my presence.” A couple tugs and her legs were once again pulled up and open. She sensed him reaching for something. A moment later, she jerked and shivered as something brushed her leg. He chuckled. “Do you remember this from New Orleans? You seemed to enjoy torturing me with it, now it’s my turn. You won’t feel me touching you, but just knowing that I’m the one wielding the feather will cause your body to respond as if it were my hand.”

As the feather flicked over her sensitized skin she found her body responding just like he said it would. Her nipples hardened and tingled, longing to feel the pull of his mouth, and deep inside where the ache to hold him grew, she felt her juices begin to flow as her body prepared itself for his possession.

He watched, fascinated as her body undulated, seeking greater contact, greater sensation…seeking him. But that’s not what this round was about. He continued brushing her body with the feather, now lightly, now firmer, pausing for long minutes on her more sensitive areas.

“Richie please!” She pleaded.

“Please what? What do you need?”

“You. I need to feel you! Please!”

“Nuh uh. I told you. I am the feather.” When he judged the time was right – that she was close – he opened her folds with the fingers of one hand and flicked the tip of the feather over her clit. Back and forth, back and forth. She gasped and her hips jerked in response.

“Oh God! Oh..oh…oh God….mmmm.” She was moaning and panting her legs straining against their bonds as reached for her climax. Her scream echoed around the room as she found it and her body convulsed.

She was still trembling when she felt him straddle her chest. “Open your mouth.” She did. “Wider.” When she obeyed he slipped the swollen head of his erection inside. “Lick it.” She ran her tongue over the wide crest and along the ridge, then flicking the tip along the slit. After several minutes of that he slid in a little deeper. “Suck it.” As she did he began to move his hips, slowly easing deeper, then backing off. Feeling his control slipping he stopped her. “Enough!” She licked him as he withdrew, loving the taste of him. “You like that do you? You want more?” She nodded. “Do you want me to come in your mouth?” She licked her lips and nodded again. He almost gave in to her. “Maybe later.” Instead, he shifted back and settled his hips between her thighs. He filled her with a slow controlled thrust. She groaned as her sheath was stretched to its limit once again. His hands came up to squeeze her breasts, pulling at the hard tips as his hips rocked against her. This time when she crested he kept moving, riding out her storm. He slid his hands down to her hips, tilted them up towards him and drove in, grinding against her, putting pressure on her clit and pushing her into a screaming orgasm. Feeling her walls clamp down on him, he let go and flooded her with his warmth.

And so it went all night. He would let her rest in between ‘lessons’, even doze off for a little while, but while he would loosen the bindings on her legs, he kept her arms tied. At one point she woke to feel the scarf slide away from one leg and she thought he was releasing her, but discovered that he was merely turning her over onto her stomach. This time when her leg restraints were tightened it forced her up onto her knees. Unable to brace herself on her hands, she used her elbows as best she could.

Imagining the picture she presented with her butt in the air and her head on the pillow sent little flutters through her core. She felt him move in close behind her. His hands stroked down her back and around to knead her breasts. One hand slid between her thighs and stroked her cleft. Feeling her wetness, he moved back, bent down and licked her. She came that time with his fingers inside her and his mouth sucking her clit. But he wasn’t satisfied yet. Gripping her hips, he positioned himself and slid inside her. She moaned softly, incapable of doing anything but absorbing his steady thrusts. At this point her orgasms were announced with quiet gasping whimpers – she didn’t have the strength for anything more - although her body tremors were still strong.

Tori awoke and realized by the light coming through the scarf that it was morning – and that she was still bound. No sooner had that fact registered in her brain than her legs were once again pulled open and Richie’s weight settled on her. She groaned. She didn’t think she could take anymore.

“So. Have you learned your lesson?” His voice was a gravelly purr in her ear. She nodded weakly. “I don’t know. I’m not convinced.” He shifted, rubbing her body with his. After everything that had occurred throughout the night, her body reacted to his instantly. Her moan ended in a gasp and a soft cry as she felt him slide inside her once again. “Tell me, me beauty who do ye belong to?”

“You.” She surrendered in a whisper.

“And who else?”

“No one else. Just you.”

“Very good. Methinks ye deserve a reward.” He kissed her gently – for the first time since they had embarked on this little adventure. As his tongue explored her mouth and tangled with hers, his hips rocked gently, rhythmically against her.

She was stunned to feel her passion rise to meet his, her body matching his rhythm. She didn’t think she had anything left. Obviously he knew her body and what it was capable of even better than she did. This time they came together.

Removing her bonds, he rubbed her shoulders, arms and legs, and pulled off the blindfold, smiling when she curled into his arms. He kissed her forehead. “Sleep angel. I love you.”

“Mmmm. Love you too Rich.”