I positioned myself across his body and crawled up to him one knee at a time until I had his head right below my thighs and his eyes staring right into my hotspot. Then I got up into a crouch, making sure that my toes were well balanced with a firm grip on the bed.
Sylvester didn't even wait for me to get ready before he started running his middle finger over my vulva, scooping out some wetness and licking it. Each time his finger touched me, I shivered just a little. Not really from the touch but from the anticipation of what he was about to put me through. That was until he stayed his finger on my clit, slowly dragged it downward in a feather touch and gently slid it into my slit where he falteringly skid his fingertip, in and out a bit before dipping in a little more and curving the finger up and sticking it to the clift of my vigina and massaging it. It felt so good, I couldn't stay still. Thank goodness the bed headboard was just as big and high as a 2by2 wood plank. As my legs trembled and I struggled to stay in place, I reached out my two hands and grabbed the top of the headboard. Its height was just right for my posture as all the weight was taken off my toes and thighs and became well balanced out.
I bent my head to look at him with slitted eyes and my arousal peeked immediately. There is nothing as sexy as a man licking his lips unconsciously while working out your pleasure. To know that he was focused on my happiness was arousing and I instantly wanted to return the pleasure.
"Let me ride you" I offered in-between gasps.
It was as if I poked him or something because the hand that was slowly rubbing at my inside, causing a slow burn that had me swirling my waist while holding tightly to the board for dear balance, stopped and Sylvester darted his eyes at me. I watched as a very bright glint came into his eyes and the dreamy, deep green turned darker and smoldering and more shiny. It was as if a comet cut through the sky, glared its light at me and then threw a burning coal my way before disappearing into the cosmic. That smoldering look went straight to my heart and did things that left me confused and edgy. I wanted to escape it, but I found myself glued to it.
"You want to ride me? He asked, utterly shocked and surprised.
With the way his eyes were holding my breath captive and how it was almost impossible to turn away from them, all I could do was nod and bite the lower part of my lips while some unseen force slowly cupped up my heart and folded it in until I started feeling light headed and gasping. At this point I got really scared because no one has ever made me feel like that. I love Riley. Obsessed with him even but he never took my breath away. He never choked me with just a look.
What was happening to me?
I clumsily tried to stand up but he suddenly reached out for my waist and held me down. His hold was so strong, it had me in place. And his touch was so hot, it charred the spots he held. I gasped as I felt my face getting redder than it already was.
"You are not escaping this!" He said, then wrapped his arms around me and made me fall to his side. Despite his wounds, he was still strong and fast. He groaned but he didn't let go of me.
As I hit the bed, I found him over me, still staring me down with that look. If he could just look somewhere else so I could breathe again…
"Okay. Let's do something." He offered and glanced at the wardrobe.
That was my chance. The moment his eyes left me, the grip on my chest eased and I pushed him away immediately.
Surprise and confusion washed over that intense look, dimming it a little.
"What?! You offered, remember? And if you do it, consider today a bonus to my favorite client of all time." He said as he crawled to close up the very little gap between us on the bed with a sexy smirk that prompted a similar reaction from my clit. It clenched.
He was going to focus that look on me again so I quickly looked away and lunged forward to his side like a frog. I jumped out of reach. When I was safely on the edge of the bed, I climbed out of bed and cleared my throat. Then I walked to the chair.
" What's the big deal? "
"What do you mean Cat? You never touched me before! You can't back out now. I want you to ride me. Please, please, pretty please!"
He was still kneeling on the bed but now facing me, begging with his palms put-together in a prayer pose.
His statement made me blush and shy.
It is true that I haven't touched Sylvester.
At the beginning of our deal, he would want me to do things to him. And I would say no. This caused a lot of friction and despite my snobbish outlook and cold reaction to most people around me, I was attracted to him and was adamant that he would be the one to help me till I can join Riley. He didn't understand why and I never bothered to explain.I just gave him my body and he made me orgasm while screaming my boyfriend's name.
It wasn't that I didn't want to touch him like I do to Riley but each time I see Sylvester, there is a burden of guilt I have to deal with. So I decided that since it's relief I sought from him and not infinite pleasures, I should stick to getting my orgasms and my orgasms alone. Giving him no pleasure made it feel like my cheating on Riley is partial and excusable. Over the years, I could clearly see that I didn't need to touch him to bring him pleasure. Just having me around him, touching my body, making me go limp in his arms, these were enough to give him pleasure. And deep down, knowing that makes me happy. I just don't focus on it.
"Let's do something. I promise you will like it." He broke into my chaotic thoughts.
"What!" I unintentionally responded.
"You will chain me down and ride me. I will not touch you at all while at it. It would be just like we do before but with me tied down while you do whatever you want." He said excitedly as he jumped out of bed and stood before me with his fully erected dick pointing at me through his loose overall. I blushed crimson again.
"You want me to tie you down? How?" I asked
He didn't say anything. He just turned away and strolled to the wardrobe where he opened a drawer and brought out chains. Very long, strong looking, iron chains with locks.
"Are you one of those?" I asked as my eyes threatened to slip out of their sockets.
He shrugged and dropped them on the bed.
"What do you mean by one of those?"
"DMSM?" I whispered as if saying it loud was a crime.
"No. I am not. My client just likes pain. Not humiliation. Restraint is more exciting. I promise you will love it."
Oh I know that. I just don't know why you have to use chains when you could just use a soft chiffon scarf. I rolled my eyes at him and stood up.
"So how do I tie you? There are no.."
"The hooks are in the ground." He said and used his leg to reveal one.
Wow! Just wow!
No wonder he had such a lush carpet. It was to hide those.
Sylvester had hooks made into his flooring. Wouldn't that mean…
"Does that mean you bring clients home?" I asked, already feeling upset. I have asked him several times in the past to let us use his house instead of the ledge but he refused…
"Just this one client. He lives in the area and comes in once a week."
"When?"
"Sunday evenings. When the grannies are gone for mass and dinner."
He also told me before that Sunday evenings were when they go for karaoke, games and community meetings. So he would be able to attend to the client without getting caught. I got more upset and I didn't even know why. To cover up my confusion, I stood up and pushed him to the bed. He wasn't expecting that and gasped with pain.
Oops! I really forgot that he was bruised.
"I am so sorry!" I said covering my mouth.
"It's okay." He groaned.
I became madder at whoever he was with the previous night.
"Don't kill the mood Cat. " He must have seen the upset look on my face. He grabbed my hand and dragged me. Making me fall on him. He groaned and I tried to stand up. Shocked that he made me hurt him again but he instantly held on to me, wrapping one of his arms around my tiny waist.
"I can take the pain." He groaned. "What I can't take is you not touching me. You own me Cat. All you have to do is claim me. I have been waiting for so long. Please, claim me Cat."
Couldn't even count how many times I blushed already. Why was he so mushy today? I rolled my eyes at him, expertly avoiding getting caught in his gaze again.
"Whatever! But I don't want to use chains. Just tell me what you want me to do to you and I will do it."
He suddenly moved and I found my back to the bed while he was on me.
"Kiss me Catty." He whispered as he lowered his head and claimed my dropped jaw.
No jokes, this was way more than I expected. No one has ever kissed me except Riley. What was I doing? Why did I say I would do anything he wanted?
Despite all these scary thoughts, my whole being screamed for that kiss. I felt my throat patch up and waited for him to drench it. And when we touched, it was explosive.
Why was everything feeling different today?