The Best of Both Worlds

7. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

She felt the rope tighten around her wrists as Brandon stretched it above her head, attaching it to a hook in his headboard. She could hear him securing the rope but couldn’t see him as he placed a blindfold over her eyes before placing her face down in the middle of his bed. He also placed a pillow under her waist, lifting her a*s into the air for his pleasure. Susanna rested on her knees, her breasts pressed flat on the sheet, arms stretched toward the headboard. The cool air of his bedroom sent shivers over her bare skin, which only increased as he glided a fingernail down her back and over her a*s. A moan escaped her lips. She could feel the moisture between her legs stirring at the anticipation of what he had planned for her.

He chuckled. “Is my girl ready for what’s coming?”

She felt shivers once again ripple through her body. “Yes, sir.” Thursdays were her day off and, since Thanksgiving, Brandon took his lunch at home, making her his meal. Their sessions often left her sleeping the rest of the afternoon, her body a mess of jelly not wanting to move.

The bed shifted under her with his weight as he climbed between her legs, his hands gliding up the back of her thighs. She shifted slightly at his touch. “You were a good girl last night,” he said, his voice a heavy whisper in her ears. “Having my dinner in the microwave, the dishes almost done by the time I came home.” His fingers brushed the slick lips of her s*x, strumming them in tender motions. “However, you seemed to have a little too much fun with our roommate.” She heard the whoosh of something slicing through the air, just before she felt the sudden sting of his hand s******g her a*s.

She cried out, the heat from his hand tingling her a*s. “I’m…I’m sorry, sir. Nothing was going on. I promise.”

He plunged two fingers into her wet cavern, pumping them in and out as he smacked her a*s in the same spot with his other hand. “And all the giggling and laughing I heard when I walked into the kitchen?” Again, he smacked her a*s, this time pressing his hand into her flesh, instead of pulling away. The sting of his hit lasted longer, was more intense. She cried out even louder. “Were you being a naughty girl?” Another smack.

“No, sir!” The sting was taking longer to fade. Her mind bounced between the pain of the s******g she was receiving and the pleasure his fingers were bringing to her p***y. “I was being good.” She knew it was a lie, but there was no way she could tell him the truth, especially with her wrists bound and his fingers teasing her s*x.

The bed shifted again, and she felt him moving behind her, his hands on her hips. The head of his c**k pushed against her entrance, and she wanted to push back against it, feel it inside of her. Yet, she had learned a painful lesson about rushing him. He would use her when he was ready and not beforehand. “Were you good enough for this?” He pushed his c**k in her s*x a little more, teasing her.

“Yes! Please, I need it.” She tried to push back against him to force his hardness inside of her, forgetting his rule in her l**t, but another smack to her a*s made her go still. She groaned as she felt him pull out. “Please, sir. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“But do you deserve it?” He pushed the tip of his c**k in again and pulled it back out in a quick motion. His fingers dug into her hips. “Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes. Oh, god, yes. Please, sir!” She fought the urge to push back against him, but it was difficult. Brandon could turn her body into a frenzy of desire, coaxing her right to the brink of o****m and then stopping, only to do it all over again. “Please!”

He thrust all the way into her, his balls slapping against her clit. She cried out, pulling against the ropes that bound her wrists as she shoved herself back onto his c**k. The rough fibers dug into her flesh, but she didn’t care. She needed him, needed to feel him take her, use her. One of his hands left her hip, only for her to feel it gripping a handful of hair a second later, jerking her head back. Her sensitive n*****s slid back and forth along the sheet as Brandon pounded into her, sending electric tremors throughout her body. The bed creaked under them as it rocked back and forth. She cried out, her fingers extended as her body tensed. She loved the way he filled her, the feel of his hands on her body, in her hair. She pushed back on his c**k, trying to get him deeper. She needed him deeper.

After several minutes, she heard him grunt as he pulled back harder on her head. His c**k twitched, throbbing as he came inside of her, coating her walls with his passion. It was all she needed to push her over the edge to her own c****x. She shoved her p***y back onto his manhood as her body trembled with her o****m. Her cry echoed off the walls, her mouth wide with the pleasure that ripped through her, waves she couldn’t control.

Once her o****m subsided, Susanna collapsed on the bed, her wrists stinging from the ropes scraping on her skin. Her breathing was a series of ragged gasps forcing her chest to rise and fall in heavy heaves. She was glad she had the rest of the day off. She would need it.

She hadn’t felt Brandon move from behind her, but soon his fingers were loosening the ropes around her wrists as his hands rubbed the gouge marks in her flesh. Once life had returned to her arms, he moved the pillow out from underneath her and then, slowly, stretched her legs out, rubbing each one as he did. When her joints were limber again, Brandon rolled her over and, sitting on the bed, laid her head in his lap. He stroked her hair, keeping it out of her eyes. She snuggled into him, the aroma of s*x heavy in the air.

“That’s my girl,” Brandon whispered. “Just lay here and relax a moment.” He picked her hair up, allowing the strands to fall in gentle clumps. “Then, you can tell me what I really walked in on last night.”

“Nothing.” Her words were sleepy mumbles. “He was just teasing around.”

He nodded. “Caiden is interested in you. We need to tell him about us before his infatuation grows even deeper.”

She shook her head, the curly hair on his leg tickling her nose. “No. We agreed not to until he found a girl. You know Caiden. He’d feel awkward being around us when we’re acting like a couple. We can’t do that to him. He’s our friend.”

She felt his hand leave her head and caress her back. “You don’t give him enough credit. I know our roommate is a tender puppy at times. However, I think Caiden would be happy for us. He’d be less happy, of course, if he has already fallen for you.”

Wrapping her arm around his bare legs, she squeezed him tight. “There’s nothing to worry about.” She kissed his leg, his flaccid c**k caressing her cheek. “I can control the situation.” She prayed that was the truth.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back until she stared into his eyes. “You better control it. You, my pet, are mine, and I’m not sharing. I’m also not losing the best roommate I’ve had in ten years. I don’t want to see Caiden hurt.”

She smiled at him. “I don’t want to see him hurt, either.” She meant it, too. That was the weird part.

The previous two weeks were a whirlwind of emotions, as well as experiences. She had never thought of herself as someone who would cheat on her boyfriend, but life had dumped two relationships into her lap, and she couldn’t bring herself to end either one. Their love was the best holiday gift she could have ever asked for and she wasn’t ready to return it, yet. She smiled as she thought of their love as a present, Brandon’s wrapped in tight ribbons, binding her to him, while colorful bows decorated Caiden’s, making her feel beautiful in all the ways she never had before. Then her smile faded, because she knew in order to receive her gift, she would have to tear the wrapping to shreds. She shuddered at the thought.

“Are you cold?” Brandon asked, mistaking her shiver as a chill, instead of what it was—fear of the future she knew was heading her way. “Here, let’s cover you up.” He pulled the comforter over her n***d body. “Don’t need my girl getting sick just before Christmas.”

“Thank you,” she said, but she knew she was already sick to her stomach at the catastrophe she knew was coming. She just didn’t know when it would hit.