"Red Hot & Blue" by Adhara Law
(c) 1998 Adhara Law. All rights reserved. May not be reproduced
without express written permission by the author.
When David walked off the plane and into the terminal, you could have
sworn the temperature in the airport rose by ten degrees.
He saw me waiting and hurried over, grabbing me in a big bear hug. We
hadn't seen each other in three years, and I noticed that he certainly
hadn't changed. Nice shoulders, blue eyes... something flip-flopped
inside me. I ignored it, or tried to.
We'd slept together -- once, a long time ago. Alone and needy, we'd
both succumbed to each other one night five years before after drowning our
respective sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol. Amazingly enough, it
hadn't affected a friendship that had already been going on for three
years. We acknowledged it, found some significant others, and moved on.
And now he was here, on business. He'd called a week ago to let me
know, saying he'd hoped we could get together.
"We have got to hit a restaurant," he said on the way to baggage claim.
"I'm starving."
"Chinese?"
"You know it."
It was his favorite, so we stopped at the New Mandarin and ordered
lavishly. Over tea and a spicy cucumber appetizer, he asked, "so who's the
man in your life?"
I raised my eyebrows as I took a bite. "What makes you think I have
one?"
"You mentioned it the last time we talked."
"David, that was a year ago."
"Oh." He drowned his confusion in a big gulp of tea. "So fill me in,
then."
I slumped my chin onto my hand and stared at my plate. "Ben and I broke
up about four months ago. He got a job offer in D.C."
"And you didn't want to leave Boston." It was a statement, not a
question.
"We weren't that committed." I bulldozed a pile of cucumber leftovers
around my plate. "What about you?"
"Remember Caroline?"
I nodded.
"Well, you can forget her. Been 6 months."
The bitterness in his voice told me not to press too soon for details.
We were close enough; they'd come later, over our familiar late night talks
with chips and beer.
Our respective previous years were played out in detail during dinner as
we caught each other up, both apologizing for not keeping in better touch,
and both gently reprimanding the other about it. As much as I hadn't
wanted it to, Ben's name came up repeatedly in conversation. Snipping the
memories of someone you shared the better part of two years with did not
come as easy to me as I'd hoped.
"Sarah," David said. "Don't take this the wrong way, but isn't this the
third guy you've let take you for a ride and then walk out of your life
like nothing had happened?"
He was never one to mince words.
"He didn't take me for a ride," I griped. My voice wasn't as convincing
as I was trying to make it.
"You put the guy through school, he grabs his degree and says, 'See you
later, hon, it's been great'?"
And he had a way of putting things succinctly.
Thankfully the bill came and I argued about paying for it in order to
avoid answering him. He knew I wasn't going to and didn't press the issue.
"So show me the glorious city of Boston," he said as we got in the car.
The sky was just beginning to get dark as I drove him around, pointing
out the historical sites and then taking him to the harbor. A year had
definitely been too long. The time with David passed in the blink of an
eye, and before I realized it, it was nearly eleven.
"We should get back to my place. You have an early day tomorrow," I
said.
Reluctantly we headed for home. I'd offered David my spare room so he
wouldn't have to stay in a hotel. With a smile, I realized how nice it
would be to have another body in the house, someone to take away the
crushing silence for a few days.
We were still chattering as we walked in the door, and, just like we'd
done all the years before, we walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge
and I opened the cabinets. Potato chips and a couple of beers were
standard issue at this hour for us.
"You're going to make me gain 10 pounds while you're here, you know," I
said, flopping down on the couch cushions opposite him.
His blue eyes latched themselves onto my body. "I don't think you
really have to worry," he replied, his voice taking on a tone I hadn't
heard from him in a very long time. A time, if I remembered correctly,
that we'd conveniently forgotten about.
We began the deadliest of conversations -- the reminisce. We talked
about some of his girlfriends and the odd quirks they had, and gave my
old boyfriends the same treatment. It was a cathartic release to be able
to rant about Ben to David, who sat and listened attentively. Mostly I
looked into the mouth of my second bottle of beer and picked at the label.
But when I looked up, my eyes met David's. Ice blue and wide open, they
were like lasers boring into me. It threw off my rhythm.
"Sarah..." David said. A long pause followed. "Have you ever thought
about us?"
I didn't want him to ask that question, because I didn't want to tell
him yes. I also didn't want to tell him that it would never work.
"You let too many walk all over you, Sarah."
I knew, deep down, the truth of what he'd said, but it still raised a
heat in my throat to hear him say it. "David, look, I --"
Before I could finish, our lips were locked, his tongue intertwining
with mine. For a second, I gave myself over to it, but then I remembered
that it was David. I tried to pull back, but before I could break away his
arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him. He came up for air a
few seconds later.
"You need to learn how to get what you want," he said, his voice quiet
and commanding, his breath playing over my lips and cheeks. I didn't know
what to say.
"Tomorrow night," he said, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Tomorrow
night, I'm going to start to show you how." And with that, he got off the
couch and walked up the stairs to the spare bedroom, his eyes locked on
mine with every step.
* * *
It was about 6:30 in the evening when he walked through the door. The
entire day had been a umble of images for me, making me pretty unproductive
at work, wondering what he'd meant the night before.
"Got a nice dress?" He said, the first words out of his mouth as he
walked into the living room, where I sat watching the news.
"Yeah, but I thought --"
"Put it on." The tone of his voice left no doubt that this was not open
to debate. In total confusion, I walked upstairs to change. If it hadn't
been David...
Considering the warm summer evening in humid Boston, I chose a blue
cotton sundress and put up my long, black hair, having no idea what was
going on. When I came back downstairs, David smiled. "Perfect. You look
great."
"Where are we going?" I asked, the confusion in my voice overriding any
annoyance I might have felt.
"We're going to dinner." He spun around in the doorway suddenly, making
me step back in surprise. "And the next time you ask that question," he
said with a smile, running his index finger down my neck from my chin to my
cleavage, "you'd better be firm about it." His finger left behind a thin,
tingling trail.
He walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for me,
only adding to my confusion. I knew he didn't know Boston; how were we
supposed to get where we were going, wherever that was? He didn't explain,
and I wasn't sure if I should ask. I got in, tucking my dress around my
legs.
He climbed in and started the car up, pulling out of the driveway
confidently. He seemed to know where he was going. I had a feeling he
wasn't going to tell me if I asked, so I decided not to bother, but instead
watched him as he drove. His forehead wrinkled in deep thought
occasionally as he navigated his way around the city, but eventually we
pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. A very expensive restaurant.
He'd done some research.
"David, I --"
"_Don't talk_." His lips were inches from mine and smiling in a way I'd
never seen on him before. His blue eyes were soft but the voice was hard,
as well as quiet. What the hell, I thought. I'd play along. This side of
David that I'd never seen before was intriguing.
He'd apparently made reservations as we were seated immediately. The
lighting was dim and romantic, and our table was as far away from the rest
of the restaurant as possible. If he was planning to kill me, I thought,
this was as good a place as any.
As soon as we sat, a waiter appeared at our table. Without a single
look towards me, David ordered both my dinner and his. When the waiter
left, I looked at him, shocked. "What's the matter?" He said, the traces
of a smile playing at the edge of his lips. "Don't like me taking
control?"
I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up a hand. "Now, what did I
say earlier?"
This was turning out to be a very strange evening, and I was beginning
to wonder if I should have invited him to stay.
The food arrived and, despite the fact that I wasn't given the chance to
order my own meal, turned out to be very delicious. Halfway through the
silence, David leaned across the table to me.
"Has anyone ever wine from your nipples?"
I looked up in shock. David was a study in the Mona Lisa smile at that
moment. I opened my mouth again, but he raised an index finger to my lips,
then moved it to the wineglass in his hand. He circled the rim of it
delicately with his finger. "Do you have any idea what I want to do with
you and this glass of wine?"
I didn't move; I almost didn't dare to breathe.
"First, I would take my finger and dab a few drops on your earlobes,
letting them run slowly down the side of your beautiful neck. Then, when
they pooled in the dimple of your collarbone, I would lick it dry and suck
every last drop of wine from your neck and ears."
My eyes were locked onto the glass of Merlot he held between us in both
of his hands. A slight involuntary warmth began spreading from my nipples
downward.
"I have you, don't I?" He said, his voice like melted chocolate running
over my skin. "This is power, Sarah," he went on. "This is control."
He was right; he had me. My pulse was quicker through the rest of the
meal.
We drove home in silence, my mind racing to figure out what to do with
the situation. When we walked through the front door, David turned around
and grabbed me by the waist with both arms, pressing his body against mine,
my back up against the wall of the hallway. His face was millimeters from
mine; our lips molecules from touching. "Go upstairs, go into your room,
undress, and wait there for me."
Any independence of mind I might have had had by now been wiped away.
With quickened breathing I walked upstairs and did what he had told me to
do. Moments later, he came into the room.
I'd been naked in front of David before, but never in circumstances like
this. I felt a slight blush creep into my cheeks as I sat on the bed, legs
crossed, feeling modest but not necessarily wanting to put my clothes back
on. I was past that point. I watched him put a bottle of wine and a
glass on the floor next to the bed and move toward me, a smile on his face.
Wearing pants but no shirt, he leaned into me and, with one hand, pushed me
gently back onto the bed. By now, my breathing would have made someone
think I had just run a mile.
I was dancing on the edge of panic; this shouldn't be happening, I
thought. This is David. But it was happening, and I was enjoying it. I
closed my eyes and arched my hips up toward him.
"Ah, ah, ah," he sung out softly, moving to hold my arms above my head.
"You're begging. You want control, remember?"
I bit my bottom lip to keep from practically whimpering. Then I felt
something soft around my wrists, which by now were above my head and in
David's left hand. I strained my eyes upward to see one of my silk scarves
being tied around my wrists and then around the metal curves of the brass
bed I slept in.
For a moment, I was too petrified to move. I'd never been tied before;
I was always passive to begin with. But the loss of control was both
terrifying and exhilarating. And I trusted David completely.
David stood up and lit the two candles I had on my dresser and
nightstand, and shut off the bedroom light. He sat on the bed next to me
as I lay helpless, the glass of wine in his hand. Without a word, he
dipped his index finger into the blood liquid and brought it to a
nipple.
The wine was cool to the touch compared to my skin, which by now was on
fire, and I closed my eyes with a gasp. I felt the drop slide slowly down
my breast, and I begged silently for him to catch it with his tongue. No
such luck. I opened my eyes to see him dip his finger again, this time
running it slowly around my nipple, getting it good and wet. This was too
much; I bit my bottom lip, closed my eyes, and in my breath, arching
my back to meet his finger. Suddenly I felt his mouth on me, the
wine from my hard nipple, his teeth teasing at it a little more. An
uncontrollable moan came out of me as I rolled my head back and tried
desperately to pull my arms down, but the inability to do so only made my
excitement more intense. As he sucked, I felt his fingers trail down my
skin past my navel. They were wet with the wine, although now it wasn't
needed. His fingers brushed over my clit and I nearly screamed, arching my
back as far as it would go to meet him.
He set the glass of wine back on the floor and took off his pants. He
climbed over me, his breath rasping quickly against cheek. He slid a hand
under the small of my back and pulled me up to him as he entered me. I was
uncontrollable. I thrust up to meet him as he slid as far into me as he
could go. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him, but the silk
scarves kept my hands tied to the headboard, and I pulled against them to
bring my hips to David's, not caring if they tore or stretched.
I was unbelievably close. Within minutes, I could feel myself on the
verge of orgasm, and as the moment came I threw my head back and moaned,
bucking against David. He groaned as I came, thrusting himself harder into
me and pulling me up to him as much as he could. A few seconds later, he
crushed his hips into mine with a gasp as his teeth sunk lightly into my
neck. It sent a shock from the top of my spine down to my toes.
He slid to the side of me, both of us gasping for breath. With one hand
he reached up and unknotted the scarves, freeing my wrists. All they could
do, however, was lay limply above me.
Then David's lips were on mine. He kissed me, lightly biting my bottom
lip, and said, "tomorrow night, lesson two." And then, he got up and went
into the spare bedroom, closing the door behind him.
* * *
It took every ounce of energy to concentrate at work the next day. I
had to make excuses for the strange smile on my face, and I breathed a sigh
of relief when it was time to go home. But when I did, I remembered that I
had lesson two to look forward to, whatever that was. And David would be
home soon.
An hour after I got home, David waltzed through the door with a smile.
"Dinner again tonight," he said.
I hesitated. "David..." He didn't stop me. "You don't have to take me
out to dinner every night that you're here, you know. I can cook."
He smiled and simply motioned for me to go upstairs, presumably to get
dressed for dinner. So I did.
The short walk to the car was exquisite agony; I wanted so badly to grab
David, run my hands over his body, feel his running over mine. But I
couldn't, even after the previous night's experience. The night before
still seemed too unreal to me.
The restaurant was different this time, but no less elegant than the one
we'd been to the previous night. And this time, I'd received no orders not
to talk. When the waiter arrived, David looked at me expectantly, and I
ordered my meal.
While we ate, David made small talk. I sat almost on the edge of my
seat, waiting for him to grab my libido by the reins and steer me in the
direction he wanted. But there was nothing even close to the episode from
the night before. And I could tell he knew I was waiting for it. The
tension dripped from us like sweat.
The ride home was uneventful as well, only heightening my anticipation.
I thought my heart would leap out of my rib cage if he didn't do something.
And when we walked through the front door and into the hallway, he said, "I
think I might turn in early tonight."
I stood there like a statue, not knowing what to do or say. I searched
for something, but nothing came out of my throat. He turned and smiled,
sly and wicked, and walked back toward me. With both hands he pulled my
waist to him, and put his lips a hair's breadth from my ear. "If you want
it, take it. Take control." His barely audible voice trickled lightly into
my ear. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart beat faster against his chest.
I raised my lips to his and kissed him, running my tongue over his as my
hands reaching up at the same time around his back. I felt him push
against me ever so slightly. He broke the kiss. "What is it you want,
Sarah?" he whispered.
"You," I said, my voice almost cracking. "I want you."
"Then let's go upstairs."
I followed him up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I grabbed his
arm, turning him around. I pulled him to me and kissed him again, running
my hands from his shoulders to his crotch.
"That's it," he said with a moan. Then he pulled me over to the bed and
on top of him so I straddled his hips as we kissed even harder. I felt his
fingers unzip the back of my dress, pulling it down to my waist, and then
expertly undo every hook in my bra. Then he slipped it off.
I frantically untucked his from his pants and unbuttoned it,
throwing it off of him toward some corner of the room. As I unzipped and
unbuttoned his pants, I slid down off of him and onto the floor, pulling
them off as I went. I smiled when I saw that he was wearing dark blue
bikini briefs that were pulled tight against his erection. I pulled them
down past his hips as he arched upward to make it easier, and as soon as
they were off, I moved in for a lick.
With a gasp, he ran his fingers into my hair and gently pulled me back.
"No," he breathed. "Not yet." He pulled me back up so that I straddled him
again, and as he gently bit my neck I felt something soft being placed into
my hand. It was the scarves. "Take control," he said softly. "Make me
have to ask for it."
I stopped cold; I couldn't do this. I had never made the first move
before, never mind tied someone up. He must have felt my hesitation; he
leaned back, putting his wrists together behind his head. "You can do it,"
he whispered.
I looked into his eyes -- he wanted me to do it; his eyes were
practically begging for it. In a surge of courage I leaned forward, gently
wrapping the scarves around his wrists and tying them to the headboard. I
struggled for a moment, trying not to worry about what kind of knot I was
tying. Finally, it was done.
I leaned down and kissed him. His tongue reached into my mouth as far
as it would go, and suddenly I realized that he was helpless. I could do
anything I wanted to him. The thrill shot through me like a bolt of
lightning. I had him.
The nervousness had not completely left me, though; I still wasn't sure
what to do. So as I kissed him, I ran my hand down his stomach and between
his legs, pulling at him and stroking him gently. A tiny moan escaped his
lips while he squirmed under me. "Sarah..." He said, his voice trailing
off into nothing.
I knew what to do. I started by kissing his neck, gently nibbling the
softness of his earlobes while he gasped for breath. I moved down to his
shoulders, shoulders I'd always secretly lusted after, and bit softly into
his collarbone, feeling his hips arch up in sudden movement. I moved
further down. My tongue traced out small circles on his pecs, then moved
to his right nipple, which was as hard as a pebble. I licked at it gently
and it between my lips. I could feel the bed shift as he pulled
hard on the scarves. I didn't know how much longer I could tease him, but
I was determined to bring him to the edge.
I moved even further. Just above his navel I licked and nibbled before
moving slowly down, nearly to his crotch. But as he arched upward to meet
me, I shifted to the left and began kissing and licking the skin on the
inside of his groin. By now, he was sounding like a wild in heat. I
knew that if I untied him then, he would be unstoppable. The power I held
over him was intoxicating.
I licked my way down the inside of his groin to the top of his thigh and
nibbled some more. I let my hands roam over him lightly, playing his ribs
like a piano, causing him to gasp for air, and grazing over the more
secretive parts of his body.
"Oh, God..." He said, sounding like a in desperate need of the
Almighty. "Please...please don't tease me anymore."
Like him, I couldn't stand it much longer. The wetness and the heat
between my legs was too much to bear, but I didn't want to satisfy myself
just yet. I raised myself up and moved to his crotch, sliding his cock
into my mouth as far as it would go.
I thought he was going to come right then. Instead, he moaned loudly
and arched his hips, pulling against the scarves, just as I'd done, to
slide himself as far back as he could. I matched his rhythm as much as I
could for a few moments.
"Please, Sarah..." He moaned. I felt his legs push against me,
directing me to straddle him.
I slid myself up along his chest, biting him gently as I went, and
straddled him, sliding him into me. I watched him, eyes closed and mouth
slightly open, as I ground against him. I watched his wrists strain
against the scarves on the headboard, threatening to break. His moans got
louder; I knew he was close. Within only a couple of minutes, he threw his
head back and bucked his hips against mine, then collapsed on the bed.
The knowledge that I'd caused such incredible arousal in him, the feel
of so much power, was too much. I held his arms as I rode him harder,
coming only moments after him. As I gasped for breath, I lay down on his
chest, then reached up and unknotted the scarves.
As soon as his wrists were free, he grabbed me around the waist and
flipped me over. He covered my neck in kisses and whispered. "Tomorrow
night. The final exam."
* * *
I knew what he was expecting. It was his last night in town, and I had
an entire meal prepared before he walked through the front door.
"We're not going out, I take it?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.
"No. Tonight we're staying in." I tossed him a smile.
I'd set the dining room table and had lit two candles to set the mood. I
handed him a dish. "Put this on the table, sit down, and wait for me. And
don't move," I said to him. I could see him hard as he smiled.
When I sat at the table a few moments later, he opened his mouth to say
something.
"_Don't talk_."
The look on his face was priceless. But underneath, I could see that he
was enjoying it immensely.
We sat through the meal in silence. But it wasn't the dinner that was
special; it was dessert. When we'd finished, I got up slowly from the
table and carried the few dishes that were on it into the kitchen, leaving
him a look that made it clear he was not to move or speak.
When I returned, I was carrying two dishes and the silk scarves.
If eyes could moan, his would have at that moment. I placed the dishes
on the table in front of him and hiked my dress up to my waist, and then
straddled him. I reached behind myself, grabbed the silk scarves, and
began tying his hands behind him.
I had never realized before that the ladder-back chairs I owned would
serve such a purpose; they were perfect. Butterflies momentarily flittered
around in my stomach as I thought, can I do this? I pushed them aside. I
was having too much fun.
With my eyes locked on his I pulled the scarves to be sure they were
snug, eliciting a small gasp from David. Then I reached behind to the
table again and took a strawberry from one bowl and took the bowl of
whipped cream into the other hand. Never letting my eyes drop from his, I
swirled the berry into the cream and held it to his lips. He took a
generous bite and swallowed.
With the juice of the strawberry running down my fingers -- I'd made
sure they were very ripe -- I slowly traced a line from his chin to the
hollow of his neck. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I went
in, on his skin to get all of the juice and running my lips and
tongue down his neck to finish it. I could feel him getting harder under
me as my crotch pressed against his. I popped the rest of the strawberry
in his mouth and, after he swallowed it, grabbed his face between my hands
and kissed him, hard. He whimpered lightly. Something other than my usual
self was beginning to take over, and I was enjoying it.
I put the bowl of whipped cream on the table and began to unbutton his
shirt, running my hands over his chest. "My, my," I said softly. "This
will get sticky with all of this strawberry juice. We can't have that, now
can we?" He smiled and closed his eyes.
I leaned down and followed with my tongue behind my hands as they
unbuttoned his shirt. I couldn't take it off of him as I'd already tied
his wrists, but that only made it more exciting. I was going to take only
what clothes I needed to off of him. I, however, would be completely
naked. But he wouldn't be able to put a finger on me. I wasn't sure how
long I was going to last myself.
I stood up and began unzipping his pants, gently pushing my hands up to
get him to lift up off the seat so I could pull them down. Afterwards, I
stepped back and slowly began taking off my sundress, and then my bra, and
finally my panties. He seemed to be sweating in the dim light of the
candles.
When I straddled him again, he let out a soft moan, so I placed a finger
against his lips. "You won't be talking until I say you can talk." His
breathing picked up.
I grabbed the bowl of whipped cream again and dipped my index finger
into it, swirling it around slowly so as to thoroughly cover it in the
stuff. I brought it up and touched it to his lips. When he opened them, I
put my finger into his mouth. He on it, rolling his tongue around
it to get all of the whipped cream. I stifled a slight moan from myself.
I dipped it again, only this time I dragged my finger across his chest,
covering it in whipped cream. His eyes closed and he let his head loll
back as I leaned down and licked every last bit of it off of him.
For the next few minutes I worked my way down with the whipped cream,
but I didn't repeat the fun from the night before. Instead, I sat up again
and dipped my finger into the bowl once more. Watching my every move,
David seemed about to burst. I took my finger and covered my right nipple
in whipped cream. As I leaned up toward him, I almost expected him to
literally devour me, and I nearly fainted from excitement. "We're going to
finish every bit of cream in this bowl tonight, aren't we?" I said to him,
my voice struggling to appear in control.
He nodded and moaned, licking every bit of it off of me.
I spread whipped cream over both of my breasts, on my neck, anywhere I
could, and I let him lick it off, but I always pulled away before he could
do anything else. Finally, the excitement was too much. I reached behind
him and untied the scarves.
As soon as they were off of him, He sprung out of the chair with me in
his arms, and, in one fluid motion, pushed everything on the table aside.
Before I knew it I was on the table on my back, with him over me, pulling
at his clothes. As soon as they were off, he dipped his fingers into the
bowl of whipped cream and them decorated my with it. Then he went in
to lick it off.
I thought I would scream. I grabbed his hair and held him there for a
moment, but neither one of us could stand it any longer. He came up to
pushed my legs back and slid into my in one fluid motion.
I was glad for living in a house and not an apartment, as we were loud
enough to wake the dead. He rocked against me as I grabbed his hips,
trying to pull him into me as far as he could go. One hand braced the
small of my back, while the other held my as he at the
nipple. I couldn't hold back any longer; I came hard, pulling at him and
throwing my head back. He wasn't long behind me.
As he caught his breath and leaned over me, I raised my head to his.
"I'm not through with you yet," I growled.
He smiled and carried me up to the bedroom.
* * *
I was dimly aware of sunlight streaming in through the curtains. With a
gasp I woke up, realizing that it had to be late. David's plane was due to
leave at 7 am. Had I overslept?
In a panic, I sat up in bed, finding a note on the pillow next to mine.
I picked it up.
Dear Sarah,
You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want you to have to wake up to
take me to the
airport, so I shut off your alarm and caught a cab.
You're too good to let someone else rule your life. I knew you had it
in you to take
control -- I just wanted to bring it out. Don't let anyone direct your
life but you.
Remember, if you can take control here, you can do it in any part of
your life.
Love, David
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