STAY

Thirty Five

I sat in the hot, steamy, bubbly filled water, staring out over the countryside. It was perfect. Except for the fact that I was mad at Jared. He would never tolerate anyone interfering in his personal life, why did he think it was acceptable to do it to me? Was it about control? I'm sure part of it was, but as I sat there alone my anger started to ebb away. I understood why he thought he was being helpful. I hated being mad at him and it seemed to be happening a lot lately. I called out to him. He appeared within moments, sticking his head around the door. "You okay?" he asked. I motioned him in with my hand. He came over and sat on the edge of the tub. I took a deep breath, then spoke. "I ... I guess I just felt like you were interfering, but I know you were only trying to help" I said softly. "I forget that you have a complicated relationship with your parents and I need to respect that. I would never put up with you interfering, I don't know why I thought it was okay for me to go behind your back, I'm the one that should be sorry" he said contritely. "No, it's okay, I feel like I'm having these huge overreactions. I don't know why" I said frowning. "Look Genevieve, it's been a long time since I've been in any kind of relationship and you've never been in one. So I guess we're both learning, we just need to be more patient with each other" he said. I nodded, "yeah, I guess you're right" I said. I exhaled, glad to have cleared the air. "Do you want to join me?" I said holding out my hand. "No, I have a surprise for you, come out when you're done" he said smiling. I waited a couple of minutes then decided to hop out, anxious to see what he had done. Quickly drying off, slathering on some of my body butter, strawberries, he loved the smell of it. I undid my bun, letting my hair down, fluffing it up so it fell in waves. Then I dabbed on a little lip balm and slipped on his blue silk robe. I walked out and into the other room. I sighed when I saw what he had done. There were candles lit, dotted all over the room, over the mantle, on side tables and along the big high window frame. Casting shadows all over the walls and ceiling. He had pulled the duvet and pillows off the bed and laid them down in front of the fire. He was standing at the side table, pouring out some wine. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only his pretty floral pants that I loved so much. My mouth went dry at the sight, he was effortlessly beautiful. "Here you go m'lady" he said coming over to me and handing me the glass of wine. "You're not having any?" I asked taking a sip, knowing full well he never touched it. "No, your kisses are enough to intoxicate me" he said leaning down and brushing his lips with mine. I blushed furiously, taking another sip. "I'm glad I can still make you blush, you're so sassy these days" he said grinning. "Hmm ..." I said sipping my wine. A warmth spread through me and it wasn't just from the wine. He moved to sit down on the floor, holding out his hand and gently coaxing me down next to him. I lay back onto the pillows, my hair fanning out around me, the robe opening slightly. "You look so enticing right now" he said with a little growl, propping himself up on his elbow, I bit my lip glowing under his praise. "I feel like we should be on the front of a romance novel" I said giggling, he let out a big laugh and fell back onto the pillows. "Oh my God, you're right! What the hell was I thinking" he said continuing to laugh. "It's very sweet" I said turning to look at him. "Sweet ... I don't know if sweet is what I'm hungry for .." he said raising an eyebrow. "Have we been a little too vanilla?" I asked curiously. He sat up looking down at me, "I don't mind" he said. "Why are you holding back?" I whispered sitting up, I took his face in my hands, our lips almost touching. "I'm not" he insisted. "You are, you have been, since we left home and it's lovely, but I want you to be ... you. I like that part of you, you've hardly let me experience it" I said. He looked at me curiously, "I guess, I don't want to scare you off" he said, his voice, slow and soft. "You could never do that" I said, with more bravery than I felt. His hand unexpectedly grasped my throat, pulling my face close. His lips crashed onto mine, kissing me greedily, as he broke off he bit my lip hard. I gasped in surprise at the pain. But before I could catch my breath, he pushed me onto my back, straddling my thighs. His hand firmly in place. "Are you sure about that?" he said, I nodded quickly, a dull throb had started between my legs. He leaned down and kissed me again, leaving me breathless. As he sat up he let go of me and his hands took hold of the edges of the robe, flipping it open. His eyes ran over my breasts appreciatively as he exhaled and let out a small groan. He reached out grasping them, plumping them up with his hands, his mouth, hot and hungry latching on to the nipple. I moaned as he sucked it, flicking with his tongue. Palming the other one roughly, I gasped as his teeth sunk in, biting sharply before releasing it. Moving on to the other one. The blood rushed to my center, throbbing, I wrapped my legs around his waist arching up, desperate for some contact. I could feel his cock, hard, against the fabric of his pants. I was aching for him, as he let go, once again with a bite, he shook his head. "No, no ... no relief for you just yet" he said with a whisper. I exhaled frustratedly. He kissed the skin between my breasts, then slowly trailed kisses down the center of my body. He moved his body down, settling between my legs. My cheeks blazed as he grabbed my thighs parting them and without preamble his mouth was on me in moments. As he swirled his tongue expertly around my sensitive clit, he slid two fingers into my heat. Curling them up stroking that sweet spot, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. My hands had grabbed at the pillows and I bit my lips, delirious from his onslaught. I was rushing headlong into my climax, I could feel it building, I begged him not to stop as I shamelessly pushed myself against his mouth. To my dismay he slowly pulled his fingers out and lifted his mouth away from me. I almost screamed, "no!" I cried out in frustration. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "don't lose your temper with me baby" he warned. But I wasn't thinking straight, I was breathing hard, throbbing painfully, how dare he leave me like this!!! "Ass!" I hissed angrily. Without a word I watched as he stood up, stretching his long legs. He reached down grabbing my arm and pulled me up. He yanked the robe off my shoulders, tossing it aside, but not before pulling off the silk belt. "Hold out your hands" he demanded, I blinked looking up at him, confused for a moment. "Don't make me ask you again" he said in a low sinister voice. I quickly held out my hands to him, noting they were trembling slightly. I watched in fascinated terror as he expertly tied them together, using an intricate knot. He grabbed my hands, dragging me over to the bed. He moved to stand behind me and pushed me front first onto the mattress, my arms out in front of me. "Legs" he growled, kicking my feet apart with his own. The bed was high so I was almost standing on my toes, I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep this stance up I thought terrified. "I'm an ass am I?" he said, I buried my face in the mattress, refusing to reply. "Hmmm, now let me see, I saw something over here earlier ..." he trailed off. I turned to see him saunter off to the writing desk on the other side of the room. He opened the top drawer looking for something, "ah, perfect" he said obviously pleased. I couldn't see what he was holding but as he turned, my eyes widened. It was an old fashioned wooden ruler. He smacked it onto his palm a couple of times, grinning, "ouch, that does sting, did you ever get smacked with the ruler at school Gigi?" he asked innocently. I shook my head, "ah, you were a good little girl I suppose. My palms were always red, I would get in trouble all the time" he said almost wickedly. I could only imagine. "Do you know what I want to do with this ruler?" he asked slapping it on his palm again. I was a mute at this point, I could only nod. "Good, good" he said nodding. He had spanked me a few times, but only with his hand, and it wasn't very hard either. I would wince but then giggle. This was to be very different. He moved behind me again, leaning his body over mine. I felt his warm breath tickle my ear, "I will stop any time you want, but you have to tell me to?" he murmured, I took a deep trembling breath and nodded. "I won't stop for an ouch, or a whimper, or anything other than you telling me to stop. Do you understand?" he said firmly. I nodded again, "use your words Genevieve" he said in a light amused tone. "Yes" I said, surprised at how brave I sounded. My heart was pounding and I was terrified, but on the flip side, my pussy was throbbing. He was sensual and frightening all at the same time, exuding a fierce animalistic appeal I'd never seen from him before. It was erotic and mesmerizing. I felt a rush of cold as he lifted himself off me, I tried to see what he was doing, but I was too afraid to move and lose my balance, it seemed he noticed too. "I always forget how tiny you are" he said amused. I rolled my eyes impatiently, he couldn't see me thank goodness. I almost jumped as I felt the cold wood on my ass, he tapped it gently against my cheeks. Then without warning he brought it down hard across my ass, a stinging slap, I cried out in surprise and pain. I had just managed to catch my breath when he repeated the action. "Ouch!" I hissed, it stung like a fucking bitch!! "Mmmm, ouch indeed" he said, I could hear the lust in his voice. He tapped lightly once again, my heart was racing and my tied hands were gripping the sheets. I was gritting my teeth waiting ... again he smacked it hard across my ass. I heard him groan, he was shamelessly aroused. It sent a thrill through me, I was pleased to be giving him this rush of intense pleasure. But as he brought it down quickly once, twice more, I decided I'd had enough, my ass was on fire. "Stop, Jared, stop" I said loudly. He immediately let the ruler fall with a clutter to the polished floor and his hands, cool and soft were on my skin. He knelt down behind me, I felt his hands slide down, and I moaned as his tongue ran up my folds. The sensations were making my head spin, pain, pleasure, I couldn't think straight. All I knew was, I was on fire, in more ways than one. My orgasm was tantalizingly close, I could almost taste it. But he sensed it and I was yet again, denied. I didn't dare complain though. Instead, I watched with bated breath as he stood up and pulled his pants slowly down. Past his hips, his cock finally free, he let them fall, kicking them off. My body was humming, anxious to have him inside me, desperate for release. I heard a devilish laugh, "you don't actually think I'm going to fuck you just yet do you?" he said. I groaned, "please?" I begged. "Hmmm, no, this is much more fun" he said, amused. I growled into the sheets, frustrated beyond belief. I felt his hand wind around my hair and he pulled me up off the bed, turning me to face him. I looked up into his eyes, they were blazing, a greedy hunger filling them. "On your knees baby" he ordered. I exhaled, how was I going to do that without the use of my hands. I'd lose my balance and fall flat on my face?! He seemed to have anticipated this and letting go of my hair, he grasped my knotted hands and held me steady as I got down onto my knees. One hand took hold of his cock, I could see the veins throbbing beneath his fingers. His arousal dripping from the large velvety head. The other was once again in my hair, he placed the tip on my bottom lip, coaxing open my mouth. Sliding onto my tongue letting it sit there briefly before sliding in deeper. It felt weird not to have my hands free, I felt totally out of control, which is of course what he liked about it. "Ready?" he asked, but there was a warning in his tone. I barely had time to nod before he thrust into my mouth again, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged around his length, he gave me a moments reprieve before pushing back in again. He was insatiable, "don't move, don't fucking move ... " he was almost incoherent as he started to shake, close to his release. His hands gripping my hair, pulling painfully. He gave a final thrust and cried out as he let go, shaking as his cum filled my mouth and throat. I was struggling to breath and swallow at the same time. He finally stopped moving, sliding out of my mouth and I gratefully took a deep breath. Cum had dripped down my chin and onto my breasts, he took a step back and eyed me appreciatively. Then he knelt down in front of me, "if only you knew how fucking hot you look. Tied up, on your knees, hair messy and my cum dripping on you" he said, his voice was thick with desire. I raised an eyebrow, secretly pleased by his words. But I was impatient now, I wanted my own release, I exhaled and nodded. "I'm spent baby" he said sighing, cocking his head to the side. My mouth dropped open, was he fucking kidding me?!! "But .... but ...." I could barely get the words out, I was livid. He looked at me innocently, then grinned. He pulled me up and swung me into his arms carrying me into the bathroom. He set me onto the tiles and turned on the shower, then untied my wrists. I shook my hands out gratefully, they were stiff. Then he helped me into the shower, letting the water run down my body. Silently turning me around and pulling me against his body. I watched as he poured my body wash into his hands and he gently ran them over my breasts, washing away the traces of himself. Then his fingers slipped down into my pussy, finding the swollen nub. His teeth grazing my shoulder before sinking into the soft flesh, my hands gripped his thighs as his firm hard strokes edged me towards my orgasm. It was embarrassing how quickly I came, crying out his name as I fell apart beneath his touch. My knees almost buckling, thank goodness he was holding me up with his other hand. As I started to calm down I sighed loudly, my body almost collapsing against him. We stood there under the hot stream, both lost in a post orgasm haze. Finally he turned me around and leaned down kissing me gently. So different from his frenzied behavior just a short time ago. "Gigi that was amazing" he murmured. I nodded, "I'm so tired" I said with a groan and a smile. He laughed, "lightweight" he said. Soon after we were lying in front of the fire, he'd pulled up the spare duvet, holding me against his chest. "I want to do that again" he said groaning, I laughed. "Maybe not, tomorrow, my ass is sore" I said. "Every time I look at it and see the red lines, I'm going to get hard" he chuckled. I gasped, my cheeks going as red as my ass. "I love you" he said as closed my eyes. They were so heavy I could barely keep them open, "I know" I sighed happily. "My heart is racing and my stomach has butterflies, is that what it feels like?" I asked him sleepily. "Yes, yes baby" he said, I could hear the joy in his voice. I turned tucking myself into his chest. "I must be in love too" I murmured yawning. His arms tightened around me and I heard him exhale happily. "Night baby" he said kissing the top of my head. And with that I was out.