“Christine,” he says. “Stop. Please.”
I suck back to the tip and release him from my mouth just long enough to ask him, “Why?”
“Because if you keep going, I’m going to come.”
“And?”
He groans, and his fingers tense in my hair again. “And I want to be inside you when I do.”
I grin. “I’m not stopping you from doing that. You see, here at Club Deep we have a policy that a first time blow job can’t end before someone comes.” I don’t give him the chance to respond. Instead I dive back down onto his cock, taking absolutely everything I can, and sucking him hard. It doesn’t take long. He’s shaking before I even pull my mouth back, and I tease him with my tongue until he explodes. He cries out, hips forcing his cock deeper between my lips, and I swallow as he comes. He tastes like salt and man, and something I imagine is my own deep satisfaction. The look he gives me is priceless—slack-jawed awe and pure desire. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to look just as cheeky as I feel.
“My turn,” he says, lifting me up from my knees and straight into the air. He lays me on the table, and before I can even ask him what the plan is, there’s a strap across my stomach and arms. It tightens, holding me in place, but not so tight that it hurts. Another strap goes above my breasts and across my hips. Straps for each thigh, calf, and ankle. When he’s finished the only thing I can move is my head, and barely. My heart rate spikes knowing there’s absolutely no way to get out of this. I can’t catch my breath. I pull against the restraints but they won’t budge. I feel panic rising, and then Hudson is over me.
“Christine, breathe.”
I do. The command seemingly forcing air into my lungs. I’m fine. I’m fine. Maybe.
His eyes run up and down me, like he’s looking for something. “Club Deep has a safe word. Do you know what that is?”
I take another breath, and the panic recedes with my breath. “I say it and things stop.”
“That’s right,” he says. “It’s ‘Red.’ Say it for me.”
“Red.”
He nods.. “All of these rooms are wired with microphones and monitored by security. If you say it, everything stops. It will get picked up by security and there will be a monitor and security will be in this room in ten seconds. But,” he smiles. “I hope that you feel safe enough with me that you won’t want to use it.”
I nod. I don’t think I’ve ever been tied up like this before. It’s not a familiar sensation, and I’m not surprised that my first instinct was to panic.
“Does anything hurt?”
Doing a mental check of my body, I don’t find anything. If it weren’t unnerving not being able to move, it would almost feel cozy. “No.”
He smiles and strokes the side of my face. “Good. What’s the safe word again?”
“Red.”
He nods, and tugs on the strap above my breasts. “This is much tighter bondage than you’d have on the St. Andrew’s cross. But like you said, the challenge there is being displayed in front of a lot of strangers. So this is a different kind of challenge. I think I prefer this.”
“Why?” I’m still a little breathless, but now it’s more because he’s walking around the table, his eyes on my body.
“Because,” he grins, “I can do whatever I like.” He reaches out and takes my breasts in his hands, massaging them until the hard peaks are swollen. “I can touch you,” he says, letting his hand smooth across my skin as he walks up next to my head. I look over and I find that his cock is fully hard again. I smirk because I knew that him coming wouldn’t be a problem. “I could feed you my cock again,” he says. I feel a gush of wetness between my legs. I wouldn’t be able to stop him unless I said the safe word, and I wouldn’t want to. It’s…hot.
His hands never leave my skin as he circles the table, touching me as he pleases. Not to pleasure me, but like he said, to do whatever he likes. It’s the weirdest sensation, like falling asleep while being wide awake. His hands are soothing, and I relax into the restraints. It suddenly feels like I’ve never been more comfortable. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his fingers on my body, toying and caressing and tracing.
“The thing I like most about this table,” he says, stopping at my feet. “Is that it moves.” Grabbing the wood by my feet, he pulls my legs apart. He strapped my legs in individually, and they part just like he wants them to. I still can’t move, now bound with my pussy wide open to him. Heat sears through me, and I know he sees how wet I am. “I think you like this,” he says.
“Fuck me and we’ll find out.”
The smile on his face is wicked. I’m going to find out just how wicked, because he’s rolling on a condom. But he doesn’t enter me, he pushes a finger inside. “I like how wet you get.” His fingers curls upward, reminding me of the last orgasm he gave me. “I’m wondering just how many times I should make you come.”
“Is there a policy for second time visitors?”
Hudson laughs softly. “There isn’t, but maybe I should make one.” He adds a second finger. “First time is a minimum of five. Is that what I said? So I suppose the second time would be a minimum of three.” With his words he adds a third finger and I moan, try to rise my hips to meet his hand, but I’m completely immobile. Sheer arousal rolls through me. There’s nothing I can do. He’s going to do what he wants, and I can’t change it. He’s going to make me come as many times as he wants and I can’t stop him. Why does that make me shudder in anticipation and make my pussy so wet that it’s drowning his fingers?
“But maybe I’m wrong,” he says, musing. “Maybe it shouldn’t be a lower number. After all, it’s your second visit. You should be more used to it. Able to do more, right, Christine?”
“Right.” I can barely speak. My entire being is focused on his fingers and the way they’re pumping in and out of me, steadily faster. It feels so good, and the pleasure is building in my core just the way he wants it to. My breath is coming in gasps, everything that much more intense because I’m trapped.
“I think seven is a good number,” he says, a moment before he leans down a seals his mouth over my clit. Everything lights up, and pleasure bursts through me like a wildfire. I can’t move, I have nowhere to go, and I have no choice but to let the pleasure burn through me, so much brighter than it ever has. Hudson swirls his tongue around my clit, and I shudder, aftershocks spinning up and through me. “That was one,” he says.
“Did you say seven?”
He grins. “I did say that, didn’t I?” I don’t think it’s possible. I simply don’t think that my body will be able to take that much pleasure in one night. “I take that as a challenge,” he says, and I realize that I said it out loud.
“Hudson.”
“Christine.” He fits himself against my entrance and slides in. I almost come again right then. He feels just as good as I remember, and I want to pull him closer, make him fuck me. I flex my hands, but the straps don’t budge. It’s followed by another sharp wave of arousal brought on by the knowledge of my helplessness, and the realization that I’m at Hudson’s mercy. He can give me as much pleasure as he wants.
“I don’t think these are wide enough.” He pushes my legs further apart, stretching me open and making him feel tighter inside me. He pulls out and drives into me again, and I let out a long, low moan because now I feel everything. Every drag of his cock against my pussy, the way he’s pressing into the spot that makes me scream. My body has no slack. It’s not going anywhere and we both know it. Hudson chuckles as he begins to fuck me. He doesn’t build up speed, just drives into me.
Reaching up my body, he palms my breasts, and then drags his nails gently down my exposed skin until he reaches my hips. Extra stimulation. I’m biting my lip, trying to hold in the orgasm that’s trying to burst from me. For some reason, I want to challenge him. I want to hold onto what last little bit of power that I have, and so I hold on. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, but it feels so good. I’m just on this si
de of paradise and I’m drowning in it. The moments just before orgasm have always been the best for me and now I exist there, or at least it feels that way.
“Christine,” Hudson says.
I open my eyes to look at him, and watch as he wets his thumb with his tongue. He lowers his hand, and I know what he’s going to do. I won’t be able to hold it back. His thumb hovers over my clit, and that wicked smile comes back. “Two.” He presses down on my clit, and the orgasm tears through me. I scream, my body writhing against the restraints but going nowhere. I’m bound with ropes of pleasure. They’re holding me down and making me feel them over and over again.
It’s not until I open my eyes and see that I’m staring at the ceiling that I realize I couldn’t see anything during the orgasm. My chest is heaving against the straps. “Fuck.”
He chuckles, running his thumb over my clit again. I think it’s just so he can see the way I squirm. He’s still buried in me, and I’m dizzy with pleasure.
“Hudson, were you serious?”
“About giving you seven orgasms?”
“Yeah.”
He presses his thumb down. “Why not? We have all night.”
Dragging his hips against mine and pulling back, Hudson thrusts in again, and my body arches. I swear, what his body does to mine will never stop feeling perfect and amazing. And I know that I have hours ahead of me to enjoy it. There’s a smile on my face as he begins to fuck me again.