You can't go back...

The Ropes, II

Remember when you were in fifth grade? On the last day of school? The whole summer stretched out in front of you, full with all the possibilities of youth?

Do you remember how the clock crept so very slowly toward the end of the day? Remember looking at it, trying to force it to go faster, the dull monotone of your teacher droning on and on and on and on in the background?

The day after my first night with Amanda makes that memory seem like one of the clocks they show in the movies that is racing around the dial to show how much time has passed.

Training? Work? Who ARE you Sadists? I should be at the library, learning about knots and such. And not wondering if it was all a dream, or just too good to be true. Or if there would be an encore.

Seriously, I had to think, that couldn't have been more than a once-in-a-lifetime thing, right?

And I kept thinking that on my way to the Home Depot.

And while I was buying a bag of "rope."

And a utility knife to cut it with.

And checking into a non-chain hotel. It smelled vaguely dank, but I didn't think I had time to request a different one.

And calling Amanda to tell her where I was, and give her directions.

And racing to the convenience store across the street for more condoms and a Penthouse.

And cutting the rope and tying it to the bed frame, and then tying the slipknots at the "free" ends.

And then hiding the ropes underneath the bed.

In fact, I was thinking, even after we'd spoken on the phone, that she wouldn't come. I was still surprised when it was Amanda's knock at the door that I answered.

Surprised and deliriously pleased.

And aroused.

"Hi." I said, drawing it out into two, what I thought were pretty sexy, enthusiastic syllables.

"Hi." Amanda replied, smiling and looking down at the floor.

"I'm glad you're here, Amanda. Are you nervous?"

"Yes."

At this, I couldn't help but smile. I didn't know if she remembered, or was just answering, but I was delighted that she'd said "yes," and not something else.

"Why, angel?"

"Because of how much I liked yesterday."

"You're not scared, though, are you?"

"No! I'm not scared. I trust you, or I wouldn't be here. And I have to call my friend to let her know I'm o.k., too, just like you said."

"Please make your call."

As she did so, I looked to see if the mirror hanging on the wall would come off. It would, so I took it down, and placed it in front of the television, facing the bed. While I did this, I noticed Amanda smiling. She said goodbye.

I kissed her, not particularly hard, holding her face with both hands as I did so. The I asked what she was smiling about.

"I like to watch myself."

I replied, "Good, because I can't SEE enough of you. I wish we had five more mirrors, angel. You're fucking beautiful. And tonight, as I'm fucking you, I'm going to make you watch while you come. Will you like that, Amanda?"

"Yes."

"Then kiss me again."

This time, I kissed her much harder. From the back of her throat, I heard a gnghf sound, and stopped. I put my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her slightly away from me.

"I'm going to be rougher tonight, Amanda."

"Yes."

"But if I'm too rough, I want you to say the word 'bulldog.' Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Say 'bulldog.'"

"Bulldog."

"When will you say that again?"

"If you're too rough - but I don't th-"

"Shut up, Amanda. You were going to say, you don't think I CAN be too rough, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"We don't know that, yet, do we? I would guess that you would be right. The very last thing I want tonight is to hurt you. The thought of doing so makes me physically ill, Amanda."

I said, "I'm learning too."

"'Bulldog,' is what is called a 'safeword.' People who do what we're going to do have safewords so they can say things like 'Stop!' 'You're hurting me!' and things like that when saying such things excites them. Does saying things like that excite YOU, Amanda?"

"No, well, I don't think so."

"Right, but you don't know. So now, we can find out. And if it does, go ahead and say them. I'll try not to stop if you do. I'll try to only stop if you say, what?"

"Bulldog."

"Good girl."

"Colton?" Looking me directly in the eyes, and not smiling anymore.

"Yes."

"I can't wait for you to fuck me."

I moved towards her, and kissed her. We started taking off each other's clothes. I was kissing her hard. When her tongue darted into my mouth, I bit it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough for her to pull her head back in surprise, just enough to pull hard on her tongue. I released it.

Her eyes wide, I kissed her again. Soon we were naked, and I was pushing her onto her knees in front of me. She leaned towards my erect cock, but before she could take it into her mouth I said, "Stop."

"You can only suck my cock when I tell you that you may."

"Would you like to suck my cock, Amanda?"

"Yes."

"Did you think about sucking my cock today?"

"Yes."

"Ask me if you can suck my cock."

"Colton, may I suck your cock."

"Please do. And no fucking teeth this time, do you understand?"

She nodded, and started to move her mouth towards my cock again.

I held her head away. "Amanda?"

She looked up at me.

"Nodding is not the same as yes, is it?"

"No, it isn't."

"Ask me again."

"Colton, may I please suck your cock?"

"Am I going to feel your teeth?"

"No sir."

"Suck my cock."

I gently held her head as she did so. First, getting the head very, very, very wet. Then taking as much as she could. I remember thinking how much I liked it when she called me "sir," just then. And how she was folding her top lip over her upper teeth to prevent them from touching me. As she lifted my cock for access to my balls, I thought to myself "oh, sweet jesus." I love having my balls licked and sucked and she was doing just that. She moved back to my cock, again taking as much of it as she could, and using her hands to cover the rest.

I started guiding her head faster and faster, being careful not to move to deep.

Then I stopped.

"Amanda?"

"Yes?"

"I like the way you suck my cock. I love it when you lick and suck my balls. I like that you called me 'sir.' I'd also like it, the next time my penis is in your mouth, if you would look at me, at my eyes."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes. Sir." Smiling again.

"Now stand up."

She did, facing me, in front of the mirror I'd set on the floor. It was still tall enough to hide the TV, which was offset from the center of the bed, closer to the right side as one would be lying on the bed, facing the ceiling.

I guided her around to that side, and bent her forward.

"Amanda, can you see yourself in the mirror?"

"Yes. Sir."

I couldn't help but smile. "Can you see how beautiful you are?"

"Yes."

"Stick your ass up in the air."

She did.

"Higher."

She did. And she looked so fucking amazing. White skin. Light blonde hair. I could see her pretty mouth smiling in the mirror.

As she looked to her right, I moved to her left side, facing the mirror, with her ass in front of me.

"Can you see me in the mirror, too?"

"Yes. Sir."

"I'm going to spank you, now."

Silence.

"Do you know why?"

"No."

"Sir."

"Because I had to wait all day for this."

"Do you know why else?"

"No, sir."

"It's not because you want me to."

Silence.

"It's because I want to."

"And because tonight, until you have to leave, you're my little toy. My little fuck toy. That I can use however I want. Aren't you."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Yes, sir."

I draw my hand back, ready to strike her delicately white, beautifully shaped ass. Her legs are slightly spread, and from where I'm standing, I think, just barely, I can make out in the shadow between her legs, the outline of the bottom of her vulva. As I'm about to bring my hand sharply toward her ass,

"Colton?"

"Yes, Amanda?"

"I can't wait to be your little fuck-toy."

I smile. A huge, fuck you world, I don't care if I never see Paris, or drink expensive liquour, or own a Ferrari smile. I can't help it. I couldn't be happier than I am right now. Again, I draw my hand back, and then bring it forward, as hard as I can. I feel like my hand, at the end of my wrist is going fast enough that there should be some noise, like a wooshing, or some sound effect to indicate how quickly my hand is moving through the air. There is nothing though. No sound, no sound effect, no noise whatsoever, until the surprisingly loud clap, as my hand hits Amanda's gorgeous ass.

"Unhffff."

"Amanda? Are you o.k.?"

"Yes. Sir."

I do it again. Slightly less intensity. Other cheek.

"Mmmmhhhfff."

"Stand up. Turn around."

She does so.

"Look over your shoulder, at your ass in the mirror."

She does so.

"Mmmmmm." Smiling.

"Amanda, did you like that?"

"Yes."

"Can you see my handprints on your ass?"

"Yes."

"Does that excite you?"

"Yes."

"It does me, too."

I noticed she didn't say follow it with 'sir,' but didn't care. I was too busy wanting her mouth on my cock again. So I grabbed her by the hair, led her to the bed, as I lie on my back and drew her mouth to my cock.

"Now, suck."

I'm guiding her head pretty forcefully now, again careful not to give her too much. Her hands are on the base of my shaft. I'm getting close. She looks at me. Very close. She doesn't take her eyes off mine. Way, way too close now. I stop her.

"Lie on your back."

She does.

I grab the Penthouse from under the bed. We flip through it, stopping to look at the pictures.

I'm still close. This is SO much. I tell Amanda to pick her favorite picture and excuse myself to the restroom.

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I try to think of unsexy things. All I can think of is her ass up in the air. Her mouth on my cock. Me pressed against her, smelling her hair and the tiny bit of her perfume on her neck as we look through the magazine.

I take deep breaths. More and more slowly. Gradually, I calm down. I'm still hard, but not so much so that I'm afraid the head will explode. It seems that now there is again enough skin on my penis to contain all the blood within it.

I step back into the room...

posted by Colton @ 10:27 AM