Next weekend: Erica learns something new

Erica stayed with him most of the following week. It was almost domestic; dinners, conversations, quiet times, glasses of wine as they cuddled on the couch.

Not that sex was forgotten. Thursday evening Erica put her book down, took a sip of wine, and stood and stretched, looking at Michael with lazy hunger.

"Just what does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?"

"That will do it," Michael answered, then pulled her onto the couch and showed her. Afterwards, cuddled together, he stroked her hair, loving the scent of her.

"I have plans for you Saturday," he whispered into her ear. She wriggled happily against him.

"Mmmmm, sounds intriguing. Will I like them?"

"I think so. Just remember your safety word."

"Now I'm sure I'll like them. Do I get a hint?"

"That would spoil the fun. I want you anticipating things, getting your wicked imagination working."

"You know where that leads, Mr. Rourke."

"We'll see where it leads on Saturday"

"I'm talking about now," she purred, her tongue trailing down his belly to his re-awakening cock, her mouth engulfing him, her tongue insistent as she brought him to orgasm.

Saturday at breakfast Erica looked at him under lowered eyes as she played with her eggs.

"When do I get my surprise?"

"After breakfast. You'll need your strength," he smiled.

"Oooo, promises promises, old man," she chuckled.

"I've never failed to keep a promise so far, have I?" He reached out and touched her cheek with two fingers. She smiled and turned her head to kiss his hand.

After breakfast he took her hand, leading her into the bedroom. She peeled off her t-shirt, one of his, but when she started to slide off her shorts he stopped her.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands," he told her. Compliant, she obeyed and for a moment he savored the sight of her. Half-naked, her pert nubile breasts topped by nipples already erect, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

She felt him grasp one wrist and then something cold and metallic closed around it, then around the other, and though he had not told her to she opened her eyes. Chrome steel handcuffs joined her wrists. She looked from them to him, her eyes wide and excited.

Her grasped the short length of chain between the cuffs and lifted her arms above her head, pushing her back against a wall. He looped the chain over a hook she had never noticed before. It was just high enough for her to be suspended without having to stand on her toes. He ran his hands down her arm slowly, looking into her eyes, watching her excitement quicken. She felt herself become wet almost in the instant, and when his hands found her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples she could not suppress a groan. He pressed himself against her for a moment, taking her mouth, letting her writhe against him, trying to wrap her legs around him.

Denying her, he pulled away, tracing a finger down her cheek, down her neck, tracing her breasts and feeling her shiver. He stepped back, taking off his shirt, then touched her again, his mouth descending on her nipples, his tongue teasing and probing them as she moaned and wriggled.

Once again he stepped away, and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the damp heat of her arousal. He gazed at her cruelly, and she felt a melting excitement in her belly, a tremor in her thighs. He came to her again, sliding his hands under the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down her legs, looking into her eyes. Pulling the shorts free of her feet he stared at her naked, helpless body as she thrust her hips towards him, wanting him more than she had ever wanted him.

He put a hand out and held her tummy, pushing her against the wall. She strained her neck toward him, wanting his mouth, any taste of him, but he held her away, staring silently at her.

"You turn me into a wanton slut," she whispered, opening her thighs to him in **** need.

He pushed his hand roughly at her, spreading her swollen lips and penetrating her with his fingers. She rolled her head back, moaning with the joy of his touch, feeling her release building. But suddenly his hand was gone and whining with frustration, she glared at him. He lifted his fingers to his face, smelling her sex, then reached forward and touched her lips. Her tongue flickered out greedily to taste herself, sucking at his fingers.

He stepped away again, this time tugging off his shorts, exposing his swollen cock. He held her face and kissed her brutally as her thighs opened to welcome him. He guided himself to her musky wetness, sliding the cock head back and forth along her eagerness, letting the barest inch enter her. She moaned happily, trying to will him fully inside her, but again he stepped away.

He lifted her hands down off the hook and pushed her onto the bed. She writhed, spreading her thighs wide, displaying her wet and swollen arousal. He ignored her, and uncuffed one wrist, threading the chain through the latticework of the headboard, clicking the cuff back in place. She panted as he worked, straining up to lick at his balls suspended above her face. He paused, looking at her, then held her head and filled her mouth with cock for an instant before pulling away again.

"Oh God, what are you doing to me?" she whined, frantic for him. He reached into the night table, bringing out a rolled towel. He placed it on the bed where she could see it, slowly unrolling it halfway to reveal an over sized vibrator molded in the shape of a cock, complete with swollen veins. She gasped at the sight of it, and he smiled at her, turning it on so she could hear the low buzz of it's vibration. Her eyes were wide, both eager and a little wary.

"It's so big. I can never take that," she whimpered. Ignoring her, he pushed her thighs wider, opening her. He could scent the warm musk of her as he pushed the vibrator against her, spreading her lips, sliding it in as he turned the vibration to a higher pitch. With painstaking care he invaded her a fraction at a time, listening to her moaning pleasure as she took it inside her. He withdrew it slightly, rotating it as he did so, and she came, arching her back, impaling herself. He thrust it in and out of her, hearing her burbling cries of joy.

Slowly her spasms subsided and she panted, staring at him. He smiled again, and leaving the vibrator buried in her, unrolled the towel fully. Another vibrator and a small bottle was revealed. She bit her lip, staring at it as she slowly rocked her hips.

"You know where this is going, don't you?" he said as he poured some oil into his hand and rolled her onto her side.

She found herself unable to speak as his hand found her ass, oiling and readying her. He pushed her thigh forward, exposing the pucker of her ass as he rubbed the oil into her. She rocked against his hand, against the vibrating monster in her cunt, totally given over to lust.

He showed her the second vibrator, this one smooth and slim, and then she felt a hard, insistent, compelling pressure on her ass and the tingle of vibration as he turned it on. And then the rosebud of her ass was opening, accepting it, welcoming it, and she was coming again in great shuddering spasms that had tears starting from her eyes.

"I'm so full," she groaned, her body tingling, every part of her aroused, loving the feel of the mechanisms buried in her, loving the resonance of their vibration. Michael knelt on the bed near her head.

"You could be fuller," he said, winding his hands in her hair and pulling her onto his cock, her lips sucking and slurping at him as her hips wriggled, taking him and being taken, exulting as he exploded in her mouth, delighting in his incoherent shouts.