The Pleasure Principle

Chapter 2

Tracie forced herself to concentrate on Pete's words. He must have something in mind but she'd be damned if she knew what. Why was he talking about his friend when she needed release so badly? "Um, I guess you mentioned him."

He pressed harder with his fingertips, up and down, still touching the outer lips covering that hot hole. "If you think I'm adventurous where s*x is concerned, I'm an amateur compared to him."

Now he pinched her clit again, tugging it back and forth. Tracie felt heat overtaking every cell of her body.

"Uh huh." She closed her eyes and tried to push herself toward his hand, but he had his other arm wrapped around her and held her firmly in place.

"Dallas took me to a private club he belongs to called October."

"What?"

"October. The owner named it for the month of his birth. A very innocuous name for a place where you can explore different types of s*x play."

"D - Different?" She knew she should be paying better attention but she wanted to come so badly and he was just toying with her.

"Uh huh." He ran his tongue along her jawline. "That's where I learned that pushing the envelope can make s*x that much more exciting. Enhances s****l pleasure."

"Pleasure." Okay. Different. Pleasure. He separated her swollen fold and slid two fingers inside her quivering cunt, stroking in and out. She was wide open to him and instead of giving her satisfaction he was increasing her level of stimulation. She was so wet she was sure she was dripping on the floor.

"Oh, I'm not into a lot of the heavy stuff that turns so many people on. But there's a lot I like that you and I haven't even explored."

"What kind..."She shook her head, trying to clear the fog wrapping around her brain. Training. Yes, that was it. "What kinds of things?"

"Oh, different ways of spanking, for example. Of bondage."

"Bondage?" She wished they were having this talk when she could think better. Now he added a third finger, reaching far enough into her v****a to touch the balls and set them to moving. She moaned, a loud, hoarse sound.

"You like it when I tie you up, right?" He nuzzled her ear. "Being helpless turns you on, princess. I know how wet you get when I do that. And that turns me on."

Tracie tried to push her pelvis against him. "Yes. Turn on." God, how much longer was he going to talk?

"You trust me, right? I've never hurt you nor would I. You have to believe that."

She bobbed her head. "I do, I do. Oh, please, Pete."

"So, if I wanted to take our spankings a little further, use some real restraints, make you give up control, you'd trust yourself in my hands, right? This is important, princess."

"Yes, yes, yes." Do it, do it, do it.

His fingers were moving faster now and the pressure was building. "I want this, Tracie. I would never, ever do anything to demean you. But the s*x will be like nothing you've experienced so far."

She found that hard to believe, but at this point she'd agree to anything. "Okay," she panted. "Whatever you say." Would he ever shut up?

"Good. Then you can come now. After that we're going to look at pictures of some things I bought."

His fingers stroked faster and faster, his thumb worked her clit, and his other hand found one n****e and pinched it. Then, without warning, he moved his arm away and shifted her so she was bent over the desk. While the one hand continued to work her cunt, the other collected the cream that was dripping from her and he plunged two fingers into her ass.

Tracie screamed, the shudders building deep in her abdomen and rolling through her body.

"Come, baby," Pete whispered. "Let me feel it."

He shoved harder and she fell over the edge, pouring into his hand like an open faucet. Her vaginal muscles contracted again and again, until the orgasm had passed. It wasn't nearly enough, not with those two little balls torturing her p***y, but it would hold her until they got home. He was right about that.

Pete picked her up and cradled her in his lap again, and she leaned into his shoulder, catching her breath.

"Okay?" He nuzzled her cheek. "Can you pay attention to something now?"

"Yes." She drew in one long breath and let it out. "I'm ready."

"Did you hear everything I said to you?"

She nodded. "Yes. I heard."

"I don't want you to be afraid, Tracie. You'll be giving up a lot of control to me, I want you to know that. But doing that with someone you trust can take s*x to unbelievable heights. Besides, the choice to give up that control is yours. So, in the end, you're really the one in control."

"I believe you." She let out a shuddering breath. "I'm ready for the show."

With his arm holding her close, he hit the space bar on his computer to bring up the web page he always kept there. He moved his hand from the mouse to her chin, turned her face to his and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth. Then he pulled back and turned her toward the computer.

Tracie's eyes widened at the page displayed there. A banner across the top proclaimed "Finest toys and equipment for the discriminating bondage fans." In a column along the left, in bold letters, was a list that included floggers, spanking benches, paddles, and restraints. The rest of the page was taken up by pictures of various items.

"Do these frighten you, Tracie?" For the first time Pete's voice held a note of uncertainty.

Tracie just shook her head. She wasn't ready to tell him yet that not only didn't they frighten her, but a bolt of dark lust shot through her at the thought of Pete using them on her. She'd come to not only love but crave the pleasure spankings he administered so well during s*x. The idea of taking things further sent a dark thrill straight to her already over-stimulated p***y. Especially knowing he'd be in complete control.

I can't believe this is me.

"Tell me," he urged.

"No. They don't frighten me."

"Excite you?" he whispered.

She nodded. "Yes." She forced the word out.

He hugged her against his chest. "I was pretty sure they would. You know, everything we've done so far - everything you've let me do to you - has given you great pleasure. Right?"

"Yes, it has." Was this really her talking?

He kissed her cheek. "I've ordered some of these things. They should be delivered Friday. That gives us the whole weekend to play with them."

Tracie felt a shiver race up her spine.

Pete laughed. "I thought that might excite you. And I may just have another little surprise for you."

She was still trying to catch her breath. "I don't know if I can take more surprises."

"Oh, I think you'll like this." He licked the side of her neck. "You know, the best thing that ever happened was my showing up at this office late the night of the blackout."

"Oh, yes," she breathed, her senses charging again.

He kissed her again, then tapped her bare bottom.

"Then let's go home and see if we can work off some of this excess energy I feel racing through you."