What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (233 page)

Mark leaned forward and kissed me again before raising his own glass.

“Might I propose a toast to alphabetic exploration? Learning can truly be
so
very rewarding.”

I
awoke once again with a pressing need to answer nature’s call. Mark slept peacefully beside me with one hand possessively on my hip.

Sliding quietly out of bed, I grabbed the toothbrush I brought with me the night before and headed into the bathroom. After quickly freshening up, I returned to the bed and stood for a moment looking down at Mark’s sleeping form. In the few moments I had been gone, he had rolled over towards the edge of the mattress with one arm now sprawled above his head.

Two weeks ago when I stood in this very spot, I made the mistake of slipping into my dress and out the door instead of back under the sheets. I considered for a brief moment simply waiting out of Mark’s field of vision to see the expression on his face when he awoke if he thought I had slipped out again. Instead I decided to take advantage of the position Mark now occupied on the bed. The proximity of his right arm to the headboard made it easy to slip the still dangling handcuff over his wrist and snap it closed.

As Mark struggled from his slumber, I was able to secure his right ankle as well. He definitely looked a little disoriented to awake so suddenly and be restrained to the bed.

Pulling at the handcuffs that secured him to the bed, Mark glanced at me standing there naked in front of him. “Good morning, Summer. That is a lovely outfit you are wearing. Might I possibly inquire as to why I am wearing these metal bracelets?”

“To paraphrase what you said last night, don’t make me add a gag to the plans this morning,” I said with a grin.

Mark looked at me for a moment before he responded. “What did you say last night? Release me and I’ll lend you a hand or two?”

“I’m afraid your hands and other limbs are going to be otherwise detained for awhile.” He put up no resistance as I maneuvered his remaining wrist and ankle to the dangling cuffs. When he was completely secured to the bed, I sat down next to him and leaned close. My naked breasts brushed against his chest I as leaned close and kissed him on the lips.

I retrieved the blindfold from the nightstand and slipped it over his head. Pulling off the covers as I stood, it was evident he enjoyed the direction the morning was taking. I thought I had awoken fairly early and I was certainly not that well versed in Egyptian astronomy, but Mark’s built in sundial seemed to be indicating it was approaching high noon.

Reaching down I stroked one long nail carefully along his swollen member, causing a subtle shift in his hips.

“I want you to lay there and picture what I am going to do to you for a little while, or at least until I go get a digital camera to capture this Kodak moment,” I said as I grabbed my dress from the nearby chair.

Slipping the dress over my head, I decided to leave my heels behind instead of risking another possible broken ankle.

“I want to be able to truly enjoy the rest of the day with you, so I think I am going to run home quickly and get a change of clothes. Don’t go anywhere,” I said with a smile. “I’ll leave you with the handcuff key just in case I have a tragic elevator accident or something.” I took the key and red ribbon from the nightstand and tied it lightly around the base of his swollen cock.

Mark sputtered a bit in his haste as he tried to get out the words. “Wait! Don’t leave me here like this. Unlock me and I’ll go with you.”

“I have you right where I want you,” I responded. “Ask nicely when I get back and we can talk about getting you your own safe word.” I was grinning from ear to ear now, and I’m sure he could hear the humorous timbre in my voice.

Mark did not seem to be joining me in my good humor.

“Think about what I plan on doing to you when I get back,” I said. “And don’t worry – I’ll drive carefully.” Making sure that Mark could hear them jingle, I lifted the car keys from my handbag.

Grabbing the room key and one other item from the room’s dresser, I ignored Mark’s faint plea to be let loose and slipped out the door.

T
he truth of the situation was that I was not actually going anywhere. While I made sure Mark heard the jingle of my car keys, I left them behind in the room. I wanted him to sweat about it for a few minutes and feel perhaps an iota of what it felt like to lose control.

Ignoring the elevator, I walked down the hall until I found the ice machine and filled the bucket I had taken from the dresser. Walking back to the room, I waited outside for an agonizingly slow five minutes.

I was counting on the fact that at least a few minutes ago Mark’s blood flow had been directed away from the larger of his two heads. He probably was not thinking too clearly having been awoken early to find himself handcuffed to the bed. If I could keep from spoiling it by laughing, the next few moments should prove fairly memorable.

I knocked on the door as I slipped the room key into the slot. I cracked open the door and affected a slight accent as I called out. “Housekeeping. I can come clean room?”

As I pushed the door open completely and entered the room again, I could hear Mark quite clearly.

“No! No room cleaning this morning, please. Do not come in, I’m not decent.” Mark sounded a little frantic and I could hear the handcuffs rustling as he attempted in vain to twist free.

I stopped about halfway to the bed and gasped loudly. Calling on some extremely rusty and long neglected high school Spanish, I called out in surprise. “Ay! Dios Mio! Señor, que es grande!”

“I’m okay,” Mark said, “please just leave me. No cleaning today.” He was thrashing his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the blindfold.

Stifling a giggle, I threw one more phrase out there that I knew would have an impact.

“Policìa, señor?” I inquired earnestly.

“No!” Mark replied quickly and forcefully. “Nada. Buena.” Mark fumbled for the right words. Any words at all that would make me go away.

I could not keep up the charade any longer without laughing, or sending Mark into an apoplectic fit. I turned away from the bed and retrieved the ice bucket from the dresser. Placing it on the nightstand, I took one cube and laid it on Mark’s bare chest.

Mark gasped at the sudden sensation. Switching back to my own voice, I said as seductively as I could muster, “I think we’d better cool you down a little before you overheat.”

Mark’s face changed from shock to surprise to mirth in a matter of seconds. I started laughing as I maneuvered the ice cube even lower. Slipping the dress over my head so I was nude once more, I sat on the edge of the bed.

Running the ice cube lightly over the head of Mark’s swollen cock, I said, “It seems that at least one part of you did not find the idea of
room service
, how shall I put this, particularly deflating? Shall I call down to the front desk and see if they have anyone available to
service
you?” I untied the red ribbon and handcuff key and laid them on the nightstand.

“Summer, you are proving to be all I can handle, and then some,” Mark replied. “Why don’t you remove these handcuffs so I can
thank you
properly for your unique way of waking me this morning?”

“Like I said earlier, we should probably discuss assigning you your own safe word.” As I said this I popped a fresh ice cube in my mouth from the bucket beside the bed. Leaning over, I took Mark’s hard cock between my lips.

Mark’s reply was abruptly cut off by the involuntary moan that escaped his lips as my hot tongue battled the cold ice cube around his swollen head. Pulling back for a moment, I asked, “I’m sorry, were you saying something?”

“Since I am already cuffed, I think I will choose to exercise my right to remain silent,” Mark said. “Please continue.”

Climbing on the bed and kneeling between his spread legs, I ran my hands slowly up his strong thighs. Removing the ice cube, I tossed it in the general direction of the ice bucket as I leaned forward and took him back in my mouth.

Mark’s moans of pleasure grew in volume and intensity as I alternated between long, leisurely licks along the sensitive underside of his hard cock, and swallowing as much of his swollen shaft as I could handle.

I could feel my nipples swell with arousal as his hips began to move with the rhythm of his pleasure. Releasing his hard cock from my lips, I attempted to straddle his hips, but quickly grew frustrated at his legs being spread so far apart and secured to the bed.

Quickly climbing off of him, I grabbed the key from the nightstand and unfastened his ankles from the handcuffs.

“Legs together, please,” I instructed as I gently guided his ankles towards one another on the bed.

S
traddling Mark’s waist now, I ground my rapidly moistening pussy against his swollen length. The handcuff chains rattled as his natural impulse to grab my hips was cut short by the restraints. A small moan of frustration mingled with moans of pleasure as I slid my wetness in small circles up and down his throbbing shaft.

Reaching down between our joined hips, I dipped one finger into my moist center and placed it between Mark’s parted lips. “
This
is how aroused I am for you,” I said huskily as Mark greedily licked the juices from my finger. Removing my now extremely clean finger from his mouth, I reached out and ran the long fingernails of both hands through his light covering of chest hair. Leaning forward, I circled one of his nipples with my tongue. Mark’s hips jerked upwards as he tried to bury himself inside me. Making a mental note to his reaction at the nipple stimulation, I leaned forward even further and kissed his soft lips.

He returned the kiss with enthusiasm as his tongue battled mine. Shifting his hips, his attempts at lining up the head of his cock with my wet entrance were not resulting in penetration, but were having a lovely side effect on my clitoris.

Sitting up a little straighter and lifting my hips, I reached down between us and guided the head of his manhood to my wet tunnel. Mark immediately lifted his hips off the bed and tried to impale me on his length. I lifted my hips so the head of his cock was barely touching me. He got the hint and dropped his hips back down to the bed.