Perfect Alignment

Chapter 6-1

Chapter Six

When Emma stirred, stretched slightly with a satisfied hum that could truthfully be called a purr, Drew began moving his hands. Lazily, he played with her fingers, explored her arms, caressed her thighs. When a light tension seeped into her body, he moved to her breasts, plumping them gently, scraping her n*****s with his thumbs. Her skin was damp from the steam and his hands felt rough and hard. He dipped them into the bath water and poured a stream down her center and over her breasts. He did it again, then massaged the water into her before pulling on her n*****s.

She angled her hips down, rubbing against his d**k, which had fully recovered from the blow job and was ready to sit up and beg.

He sat up himself, taking her with him, turned off the jets and flipped the drain switch. As the water began to lower, he made sure she was steady and carefully levered himself out from behind her. The towels were large and fluffy, and he handed one to her then lifted her to her feet. Helping her step clear of the tub, he brought her in for a quick kiss. Just one taste before he got back to business. When she shivered against him, probably from excitement as the bathroom was still steamy, he finally pulled back and toweled her dry, paying careful attention to those bits he liked best. He didn’t let her reciprocate, but sent her to wait for him on the bed while he dried himself briskly.

Picking up the restraints he’d tossed aside earlier, he laid them out on the counter to finish drying. They hadn’t gotten too wet and should be fine by morning. Good thing he’d had the foresight to bring more than one set. He grabbed his bag as he made his way back to her, setting it within easy reach.

She blinked when he set the additional nylon cuffs and straps on the bed, but made no comment as he went about restraining her as she’d been before the bath.

“On your knees, butt in the air, head on the bed,” he instructed.

She rolled over and assumed the position. He connected the thigh and calf straps, as well as a short strap between her legs. “Give me your hands.” She rested her weight more firmly on her shoulders and moved her arms back to rest along her legs. He clipped them to the thigh straps and stepped back, then moved a pillow from the head of the bed, and arranged it under her cheek.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

Her ass was round and inviting, her p***y puffy and slick. He slid one finger straight into her, moving easily through the wetness. When he pulled free, he was nicely lubricated, and moved his finger directly to her asshole. She tensed when he pressed against the pucker, but only for an instant. Then she pushed back, accepting him into her body. He worked the finger in and out for a few minutes while he pulled the next items from his bag.

When he removed his finger, she arched back, searching for more. He took his time, lubing the plug he’d brought, letting her see him prepare it. When he brought it to her hole, she pushed back, accepting the first part easily. As it widened, she squished her eyes closed. He slowed, pulled the plug out a little, worked it back in farther. While he worked the toy, he caressed her butt with his free hand, then moved it around to her front. She moaned when he explored her wetness, jerked back against him when he teased her clit.

The plug settled into position, the flared base flush against her bottom. “Okay?”

“Mmm.”

He smacked her ass.

“Yes, Sir!” she said smartly.

He turned away, hiding his smile. A quick trip to the bathroom to wash his hands had him back in control. Returning to the bed, he studied her. The languor from the bath had vanished. While technically remaining still, she made needy little movements that she was probably unaware of. Her thighs clenched and unclenched, her hips shifted slightly, and her head moved restlessly. He was very pleased. The bright red base of the plug looked downright festive next to her skin. It had been fun, choosing things from the online shop just for her. He hadn’t even blinked at the overnight shipping costs, just been satisfied he’d had the option of getting what he needed before he saw her.

Walking to her slowly, he enjoyed the way her eyes settled on him, though they were somewhat hazy with her need and submission. She watched him, and she licked her lips. His c**k jerked, as though it hadn’t been fully satisfied between those soft lips just a short while ago.

He reached out a hand, sliding it over her ass, across her hip, down her stomach and to her p***y. She mewled like a kitten unable to voice its needs. “Are you ready for me, Emma? Tell me what you want.” He petted her curls, caressed her stomach, teased her belly button.

“You. Please, Sir, I just need you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I need you inside me. Filling me up. Please, Sir, please.”

“So pretty. So ready. The plug was a little hard to take. Are you sure you want more? I’m not taking it out.” He was such a bastard for teasing her.

She sobbed. “Yes, Sir, please, Sir. I need you.”

He reached down to her grasping hand, let her take his fingers, squeeze tight. Bending down, he nibbled that perfect ass cheek, then sucked hard. She clenched around the plug, but didn’t move. When he pulled back, he examined the hickey and decided to make a matching set. He repeated the action on the other side, then admired his work.

“Please, please, please.” It was a whisper he barely heard, but it was enough. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and donned a condom. She moaned in anticipation when he knelt up on the bed, his legs bracketing hers. He guided himself to her p***y and lodged just the head into her opening.

“Oh god!” she wailed.

“More?” he asked through clenched teeth. He was torturing himself as much as her.

“More, more, more!”

“You can come when you’re ready.” He gripped her hips and plunged deep. Her p***y quivered around him as she came. He closed his eyes, willed himself to hold on, waited her out. When the quivering stopped, he counted to thirty. Then he began to move. With her legs strapped so they were only inches apart, and the plug filling her ass, she was even tighter than before. He watched her face closely as he slid in and out. She opened her eyes, stared right at him and smiled. Christ. Satisfied she wasn’t in any pain, he lost himself in the sensations, the tight, grasping heat. His fingers dug deep, probably bruising, but he needed to hold on to her. Needed her.

His balls drew up tight and his eyes rolled up in his head as the orgasm seemed to blow through him, over him and around him. It took all of his concentration to roll to the side so he didn’t squish his captive sub. He scooted so they were face to face, her sleepy eyes watching him, her grin lazy and wide.

“Hey there,” he managed.

“Hey.”

“Having a nice night?”

“I’ve had worse.”

Apparently his brain wasn’t ready for conversation beyond clichés, so he decided to go with it. “Come here often?”

She giggled. “It’s my first time.”

“Ready for another round?”

Her eyes got adorably huge and the laughter gave him enough energy to sit up. He got her free of her bonds and they cleaned up before collapsing onto the bed. He wasn’t so tired that the pleasure of wrapping his arms around her and holding her close against him went unnoticed. It had been quite a while since he’d actually slept with a woman. It was so much easier to go to the club, satisfy his needs and go home. Alone.

Despite what Toby thought, this situation was about as perfect as any he could imagine. They were both on the same page, wanting to keep their s*x lives separate from their everyday lives, neither looking for a relationship that would lead to anything permanent. Emma would be in Massachusetts for a year.

They could have the next little while to play with each other, please each other, but they would both keep it light. They’d have to. He drifted off to sleep, satisfied with the shape of his near future.

Emma wasn’t sure if going out to breakfast after checking out of the hotel would count as a real-world date or an ending to their very nice play date and she didn’t want to risk having the morning end too soon, so despite the ridiculous room-service prices, she grabbed the menu, bounced onto the bed next to Drew and asked him what he wanted.

At his insistence, she stayed naked, moving to the bathroom while he accepted the delivery. He’d pulled on his boxers and a bathrobe, but thankfully discarded the bathrobe as she walked back into the room. They sat on the couch, using the coffee table, and he let her eat her waffles without his assistance. But he did settle his left hand on her p***y, his fingers giving random little taps and wiggles.

She almost spit out her bite the first time, but managed to maintain her decorum.

After a healthy swig of orange juice, he eyed her and she braced herself for whatever was coming next.

“You seemed to enjoy having both holes stuffed last night. Have you ever had a threesome? Done double penetration?”

She swallowed her food carefully and took a drink of her coffee. “No.”

“But you’ve thought about it.”

“I’ve considered it once or twice over the years, but never met the right combination of guys at the club.” She cleared her throat. “My friend recently married two guys. I’m not going to lie, it gave rise to some fantasies.”

“Two guys, not two girls.” He sounded only slightly curious.

“Hmm. I never really thought about it. I suppose if it worked out to be a scene like that, I’d be willing. Probably, depending on the people, of course. But I’ve never fantasized about it.”

She eyed him over her cup. “What about you?”

“A few, here and there. Mostly with two women. But my best friend, he’s a sub, he lost his wife, who was his Domme. He hasn’t been ready to sub to another woman yet, but he’s not really into guys. I’ve topped him a couple of times in the last two years, but the focus was really on them.”

“Oh, wow, that’s so sad. You mentioned them before.” She set her hand on his shoulder. “You knew her well, too?”

“Yeah, she was a wonderful woman. I honestly wasn’t sure how Toby would get better. But he has been.”

He picked up her hand, nibbled on her fingers. “Actually, he’s coming to visit me in a few weeks. If you’re interested, you could meet him, see how you’d feel about us all doing a scene together. Maybe we could fulfill some of your fantasies.”

Her stomach gave a little lurch at the idea and apparently so did other parts of her body. He laughed and wiggled his fingers at the edge of her s*x. “I think you like that idea. My d**k in your p***y, his up your ass. Two tongues to drive you crazy.”

She grinned. “Yeah, I’d be okay with exploring that option.” She also hadn’t missed the fact that he was making plans for weeks in advance. But she needed to be clear about what they were doing.

“I’m definitely glad you checked with me first, though. I should ask, are we going to be exclusive while we’re playing?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I’d want you to tell me if you’re playing with anyone else. Dating or having s*x with anyone that’s not playing too.”

“Fine. No s*x or dating without informing each other.”

She let out a little whoosh of breath, relieved that he wasn’t annoyed. Taking the last bite of waffle, she checked her watch and squeaked. “s**t, checkout is in thirty minutes. I need to get my things packed.”

Leaving at checkout would give her just enough time to get to her salon date with Stephanie. Jumping up, she rushed around getting her things together, fixing her hair and getting dressed. Drew took much less time, then read the newspaper while she finished. Part of her was relieved that they didn’t have time for any weirdness. As much as they both wanted to keep things club-like, they weren’t in a club. This felt a lot more like the morning after of a very successful date than it did the end of a long night at the club.