Love Delayed (17 page)

A few hours later
, Stenton uprooted from beneath me and left the room. Alton and I remained, watching
Hostel
. After some time, I missed him. Maybe because my temperature dropped and I didn’t have his body’s natural heat covering me, I’d become conscious of his absence. I don’t know how long it was before I saw him appear at the door. I caught him in my peripheral, and when I peered up, he gave a reverse nod, requesting that I join him. Without hesitation, I rose from the ginormous sofa and strode past Alton, whose eyes stayed glued to the screen.

When I approached Stenton
, he took me by the hand and walked me through the house and to the master suite. I noticed immediately the door was closed, which struck me as odd.

We stopped at the door
frame and Stenton turned me at the shoulders to face him. “Zo, listen... Before we go inside, I need for you to consent to something and then make a promise to me.”

I nodded dubiously.

Stenton exhaled and rested his arm above his head, on the door, and buried his face in the crux of it. He eventually threw me a strange regard.

“
That didn’t come out right. Let me say this. Last night was not how I wanted our first time to be.” Hearing that warmed me. I didn’t know Stenton had thoughts of being with me sexually. “It wasn’t my style at all. My sexual style can be a bit…eclectic.”

I nodded again, inviting him to continue.

“I want to share with you what I’m into, but I need you to give consent to it first, and then promise me you won’t run for the hills after.”

My pulse quickened. The jolt of excitement I felt was unparalleled. I’d always been said to be a daredevil, and in that moment I understood why. I would do anything with Stenton.

I nodded slightly, but executed, “Yeah…yeah!” more convincingly.

Stenton
’s deep and piercing gaze vacillated between doubtful, then desperate, and then finally to convinced. He sighed heavily and went to his pocket and pulled out a strap of cloth. He turned me around to tie it over my eyes. It happened so quickly that I found myself panting.

“You said you trusted me, so I don’t want to hear doubt from here on out
,” he informed throatily.

My mouth was too dry for me to speak, but I don’t think Stenton wanted me to. I then heard the unclicking of the door. Stenton took me by the hand and led me into his bedroom. We walked a bit before I felt the coolness of the marble floors underneath my feet making me aware of entering the bathroom. Next, Stenton removed my clothes. He then assisted me into the Jacuzzi where he washed me fully and gently. He didn’t speak
, and though as unfamiliar with his touch as I was at the time, it felt hesitant. That bothered me.

“Stent.”

His roaming hand that was rinsing the soap from my back froze. “Yes.”

“I’m okay. I’m not afraid. I’m not unsure. I’m not concerned—curious as all get out…yes
, but that’s all.”

I felt his cool breath hit my
wet skin when he exhaled. There was a tentative pause before he asked me to stand and dried me off. Then I stood on the fluffy rug and endured the torment of him massaging a cream into my body, feeling him apply soft worshipful kisses in various places, especially my wrists and ankles. I had mixed feelings when he stopped.

Stenton took me by the hand
and led me out into the bedroom. He stopped and rounded me, pulling his long arms around my waist and into his frame so snug that I felt his erection on my lower back. He buried his face into my neck and inhaled deeply, sending chills down my spine. My breathing spiked.

“Niña…” he murmured adoringly, almost desperately. “I’
m going to uncover your eyes.” I could feel each syllable he spoke reverberating in my core. Stenton’s voice was low, gruff, heavy, and wanting. “Now, if you run like a bat out of hell, not only will you be naked in affluent Alpine, but your skin is still damp and your mom will tell you that condition doesn’t mix well with winter temperatures.”

With my mouth agape, I nodded, desperate to experience whatever he was proposing.

When the blindfold was removed, I had to take a moment to adjust my eyes. Everything seemed in place to me. Nothing was unusual or new. I didn’t get it. Then Stenton took me by the shoulders again, slightly pivoting me a thirty degree angle to have a frontal view of the bed. That’s when I saw it.

In each
of the four corners of his bed were long black straps, crossing the bed, with metal chains at the ends that attached to another strap, lined with Velcro. It took no time for me to register the application.

“You’re into BDSM?”

I could feel Stenton’s chuckle from above as his chin rested on the top of my head.

“Very mildly. Only the bondage.”

I steeled in place, shocked that I’d missed it. Stenton had been so passive about sex, leaving me to be the aggressor. I didn’t think that was the characteristic of a person with kink.

“Are you going to speak again or run? Because I’ve changed my mind about allowing you out of here if you decide to
, having seen
you
and
those
in the same place.” His voice poured out like a pained hum.

Still not in control of my breathing, I answered, “I’m not running. I mean…I won’t be running.”

Another exhale escaped him. “Good, Niña.”

“But why the restraints? What draws you to that type of kink?”

That quickly, I regretted the term.

Stenton
’s laughter extended this time. I was relieved I didn’t offend him.

“I like the idea of having you helplessly at my mercy and direction when bring
ing you pleasure.”

“Me? I’m the only woman you’ve done this with? Because Mr. Rogers, I don’t mind being your guinea pig, but it’ll be mighty embarrassing having a
firefighter release me from those devices.”

“No, but I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it more with a woman than I do with you.”

Not able to peel my gaze from the restraints, I shrugged. “Then, let’s do it.”

My body was roughly turned
, completely. Stenton’s scowl bore into me.

“You fucking inspire me,
Zoey. You’re so bold and daring. You have no idea how much of that energy I pull from you when you’re not with me.”

I gasped.
Undulated exhilaration coursed my sensually heightened body. Though my sex was still a bit tender from the night before, I wanted Stenton so bad, pleasure and pain. I jumped into his arms, clamping every limb onto his frame.

“Show me,” I found myself purring.

Stenton’s lips crashed into mine, his tongue touring my mouth with hunger. His long hands tightly gripping my backside, lifting me onto him, had me eagerly climbing his trunk. He gently laid me at the center of the bed and slowly strapped my wrists and ankles in the restraints, my pulse raced with grave anticipation at the sound of each application. 

When he was done, Stenton stepped back and observed his handiwork, forcing me to do the same. My breasts sat high and perky,
swollen at the apex. My legs were spread eagle, my sex totally exposed to him. I felt dizzy with longing, so carnal and out of my controlled element.

“You’re so fucking beautiful just like this, Niña. You have no idea how crazy I feel right now.”
The molten look in his eyes gave me an idea.

I felt wholly feminine, paradoxically powerful while restrained.

Turned on by his appraisal and antsy to explore whatever he had coming, I cried out, “Stenton.” It was more of a whisper. A plea.

“Fuck,
Zo!” he growled and climbed on the bed appearing very feral.

Stenton greedily took to my body with his hungry mouth, devouring my breasts before
slowly moving south. I lay there, panting maniacally, and shivering, enjoying every swipe his tongue paid my heightened skin, and each kiss his warm and cushioned lips bestowed on my trembling frame. Stenton was no longer the hesitant lover I’d perceived last night. Tonight, he was the measured and provocative aggressor and that equally excited and frightened me.

When his
face hit my core, my pelvis jolted. Stenton’s head rose to give me a moment to relax, and eventually I did. His mouth returned, applying chaste kisses down my slickened feminine lips. Mechanically, I tried closing my thighs, but the restraints prevented that. Then I felt the force of his stiffened tongue move along the opening of my labia. I shivered. He did it again, this time adding more pressure. His tongue moved up and down in patient succession and the more he moved, the tighter the strain I put on my limbs in the restraints. Stenton must have felt my tensing because his head swung up and I could see his questioning scowl.

“You’
ve never been tasted.” My belly tightened with tension. It was more of a statement, but one that required confirmation.

I
bit my quivering lips.

Immediately, Stenton mumbled, “
The fuck was I thinking?” It was hardly audible.

It took
agonizing seconds for Stenton to pull himself together.

“
Niña, you have to relax and trust me to bring you pleasure. Do you trust me?”

With wild eyes my head
bobbed enthusiastically because I totally trusted Stenton and on more than a sexual level. I
especially
needed him to know that.

He caught it. Stenton gave me a slight affirmative nod and deep gaze before he adjusted himself on his knees and lowered his face between my legs then brandished his
urgent tongue against my clitoris, thrashing it with wild abandon. In an instant, I felt a wave of heat hit my groin causing my back to arch over the mattress and my breathing to spike. The sensations undulating my core were nothing my mere mind ever schemed. The grip Stenton had on my hips as he generously fed himself my sex left me little room to escape the pleasure he was forcing me to endure.

I felt a stirring in my
groin. It was something I couldn’t control, nor was it a sensation I could manage or delay. As the cyclic pleasure built, my hips began to buck wildly. Through my heavy eyes above my heaving chest and tautened coffee nipples, I could see Stenton position himself on his knees as if to prepare to catch something.

A deep
, untamed and obscene cry rumbled from the back of my throat. What I intended to be
Stenton
ended up being a confused plea for something. I yelped from the rolls of unadulterated pleasure that whirled the trunk of my body, causing me to thrust my pelvis into his face as I pulled against the restraints and cried out in blissful insanity.

In the next beat, Stenton was on top of me, his
tongue thrashing my mouth, familiarizing me with the taste and musk of my femininity.

Into my lips he murmured, “
I can eat you all day. Hearing your cries makes me lose control. You make me crazy, Niña. So fucking amazing.” His words were almost incoherent.

Then I felt him breach my sex in a rapid movement. I
grunted from the spark of pain that accompanied his fullness. The way Stenton’s big arms and hands cradled my shoulders and head made me feel a comfort that was converse to the pressure below. Unlike last night, Stenton’s plunges were delivered with increased urgency. He moved forcefully, filling me more with each thrust.

“
Lift your hips, baby. I need you to feel me everywhere,” he spoke into my ear while plummeting into me.

I did feel him everywhere. There was no room left in me, but I followed his instruction. As I received his swift pushes
, I felt flashes of pleasure with each one. But more than that, I felt an incredible vantage point to his essence. Like last night, I felt intimacy with Stenton that his legions of Angela-like admirers would never experience. Sure, he’d had countless partners, but I couldn’t imagine him exposing his rawness to all of them. In an instant, I was addicted to this connection to him. I relished in each droplet of his sweat that fell onto my trembling body. I enjoyed feeling his various hard body parts rolling over me, in me, and gripping me. He was using every inch of his taut frame he could to work my frame.

“
I can’t hold out anymore, baby!” Stenton groaned severely into my neck.

There was that cry again. I still didn
’t totally understand what it meant, but I knew the end result. I couldn’t wrap my arms around him, so instead I increased my hips thrusts to meet his. As he bucked feverishly into me, I intersected with a sensation growing from my core that was so powerful it scared me. I held my breath to avoid it and as soon as it abated, Stenton grunted in my ear stirring it again. My body tensed as I tried to run from it again. In that moment, I’d experienced the most incredible duality of pleasure-confusion and fear. As Stenton suspended his movements on top of me indicating his release, I told myself if I ever met that sensation again I wouldn’t run from it; I’d collide with it.

In my rumination, I didn’t know when Stenton’s eyes appeared on me. I felt how large mine were as I laid there processing all that had just happened.