“Whatever. It seems to me that all men are just a bunch of liars and I can’t trust any of you.” Delilah snorts, tugging her arm out of my grasp.

  “Bullshit,” I snap. “Can we please just go back to my place and talk this out?”

  “I don’t want to talk this out! What I want is for you not to have kissed Veronica!” She yells at me.

  “I didn’t…” I start, but stop myself. We are getting nowhere fast with this. “You know what, forget it, let’s go,” I say and grab her wrist and start to drag her toward the limo.

  “Hey! What are you doing?” Delilah gasps in disbelief.

  “I’m not leaving you out here in the middle of the night to get raped, so let’s go,” I say sternly.

  “No! I’m not going anywhere with you, you lying, cheating bastard!” She grinds out and tries to yank her hand away, but I’m not letting her go…ever.

  The next thing I know, she has a handful of my hair and is yanking my head back. I cry out in pain because, goddamn, does that hurt! I stumble backwards, having to let go of her so that I can catch myself as I fall on my ass. She starts running down the sidewalk in her bare feet. You’ve got to be kidding me. I sigh as I get up and race after her. I catch up to her in a matter of seconds; her petite legs are no match for my much longer ones. Plus, her big ole titties are not properly contained and she has to use one hand to hold them so they don’t go flying out of her dress.

  I catch her around the waist, spin her around, and toss her over my shoulder. She screams and starts kicking her legs. She pounds on my back with her tiny fists. Does she really think that she’s going to hurt me? I laugh to myself. She’s so cute. I start back to the limo with her kicking and screaming like a little kid. I give her ass a firm swat, making her yelp.

  “Hey!”

  “Stop fighting me or there will be more where that came from,” I say seriously.

  “Put me down! I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I’ll take my chances on the street,” Delilah whines.

  “You will not, and we are going to work this out,” I say with certainty.

  She makes an aggravated noise before jabbing me in the back with one of her heels. I grit my teeth against the pain and swat her ass again, harder this time.

  “Ow!” she says in a mixture of shock and pain.

  “You started it,” I reply.

  I finally get her back to the limo and dump her onto the backseat before climbing in myself. I slam the door shut and give the driver my address. I can see his smirk in the rearview mirror and I fight back my own.

  Delilah sits as far from me as she can, her arms crossed over her chest, pout firmly in place. I hit a button and a solid glass divider rises, closing us off from the driver giving us complete privacy. I scoot closer to her, trying to get her attention. I need to touch her, so I grab her hand, and she lets me, but she doesn’t hold mine in return.

  “Delilah, sweetheart, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry about what happened tonight. I’m a complete idiot for not catching onto Veronica’s game sooner. But you have to know that I would never intentionally hurt you like that. Come on, Delilah. After all that we’ve been through, do you really think I would throw it all away to kiss her?” I ask calmly, reasonably.

  Delilah just sits there, sulking. She blinks at me a few times, but that’s about it. I have no idea what she’s thinking.

  I drop to my knees in front of her. Staring up into her heartbroken eyes, all I feel is agony. The pain I am experiencing knowing that she is hurting like this because of me is intolerable. I lay my head on her lap in defeat.

  “What do you want from me? I swear I will do anything you want. Just please, Delilah, please don’t let this ruin everything we have together,” I plead.

  Delilah cocks her head slightly and I can see the gears turning in her head. “Anything?” she asks.

  “For you, Doll, anything,” I say, not having any idea how much I might actually regret letting those words leave my mouth.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Nick

  I am still trying to figure out how I got into this position. I don’t give up control for anyone. Ever. Not at work, and certainly not in the bedroom. But I fucked up. I know I fucked up. I said I would do anything to make it up to her. Anything so that she would forgive me and stop looking at me with those sad eyes. Did I think she would want this? Hell no! But I am a man of my word, and if this is what she needs in order to forgive me, then I will suck it up.

  I am not exactly sure how she did it, but within minutes of offering her “anything,” I am naked, tied down to my bed. My arms are tethered to the bedpost. She left me a little slack, and I guess if I really want to, I could break free, but I want her to have the feeling she is in control. Of course, no matter what she is doing, I am still in control. At least that is what I have to tell myself since not only are my arms tethered to the bed, but somehow she got my legs tied down, spread eagle, totally exposed. Shit! What is she going to do? I mean, we have always had great sex. She is always open to experimenting with me, and trusts me completely. I guess it’s time for me to do the same – put my trust into her. It’s the least I can do. Fuck!

  “What are you thinking?” she asks, while she starts to strip.

  “That I trust you completely,” I tell her, watching her remove her bra.

  “And you said that you are willing to do anything, right? Anything to make it up to me… for hurting me.”

  “Yes, anything. Just come closer so I can see you, Doll.”

  “Patience, baby. This is my show remember? I am in charge. It would benefit you not to start with the orders. Cause the more you try to control this, the more I am going to enjoy what I have planned for you.”

  “And what exactly is it that you have planned?”

  I can’t stand this anymore. It is torture trying to relinquish control to her. I try to focus all of my attention on the beautiful naked woman before me. The one that I am totally, madly in love with, but haven’t told my true feelings. What a pussy! Lost in thought, I am brought back to the here and now when she starts to climb up my body. She is now completely naked, straddling my chest. She is too far away for my tongue to reach, but just close enough that I can smell how aroused she is. I take a deep breath and instantly get hard. I have never been with a woman that smells so good - cherries and vanilla - she is intoxicating.

  “I think we need to come up with a safe word.”

  My eyes snap open to meet hers. “What? What the fuck are you planning that I would need a safe word?”

  “Nick, I am planning to do so many very dirty, very naughty things to you. You are going to ask me to stop. You are going to beg me to stop. But I know you really won’t want me to stop. So instead of ruining the moment, stopping this pleasure I promise that you will never forget, we need a safe word. That way, no matter how much you beg and plead for me to stop, I won’t… unless I hear that word.”

  I look at her, dumbfounded. What could she possibly be planning that she thinks I will beg for it to end? And who is this girl? My shy and innocent girl. There couldn’t possibly be anything she can do that I haven’t at least thought of, or tried before. So I humor her.

  “Macaroni.”

  “Macaroni? That’s your safe word?” she asks with a chuckle.

  “Yeah. It is not something I would normally say during sex, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else.”

  “Okay, my Italian stallion, macaroni it is. Are you ready to get started?”

  “LaLa, I was born ready.”

  We lock eyes, and there is a new spark there I don’t remember ever seeing. She has something planned and I am beginning to regret this. I am trying to be nonchalant, completely unaffected, but now I am really getting nervous. Why would she think I need a safe word?

  Since my hands are tied to the bed, I can’t move one close enough to rub across my stubbled jaw. I need a moment to find some peace, so I start humming the chorus of my favorite Plain White T’s song.

  ♫♩♫♩♫♩♫

  Delilah

  I can’t believe he is willing to hand over control to me. This may be my only shot, so I am going all out. I hope he is ready for this – for me.

  I have only dreamed about this. Never tried it before. Never been in complete control, been allowed to do whatever I want. I am so glad that Charlie made me do some “research” before I slept with Ryan that first time. What I thought was freaky and intense back then, is exactly what I need and yearn for now. I take a deep breath, center my focus, and channel sexy Delilah. Here she is, in total control.

  Before Nick changes his mind, I tie his arms to his headboard, then bind both legs to his footboard, one in each corner. He is completely vulnerable, and entirely mine to do whatever I want. Oh yeah, this is going to be fun!

  I strip off my gorgeous gown and carefully chosen undergarments, and crawl my way up his body, like a lion stalking its prey. Once I get to his chest, I sit up and straddle him, making sure I am far enough from his face so that he can’t touch me. This may be as much torture for me as it is for him.

  As I am straddling Nick’s chest, I want nothing more but to scooch forward a few inches so his tongue can reach my sex. But, no, this is not about that. It is about taking control. It is about showing Nick what it’s like to have it taken away. It’s about the trust he always demands of me, but doesn’t extend me the same courtesy. It’s about payback. It’s about pleasure. It’s about punishment. It’s about love.

  I tilt forward a little so that my nipples are dangling near his mouth, but still just out of reach. Nick groans in frustration, pulling on his tethered arms, and it just adds fuel to my fire. I have him exactly where I want him. I slide my hand under his pillow and pull out a little surprise I have hiding under there – my silky smooth, shiny silver, bullet shaped vibrator. Yeah, baby! It’s four inches long, one inch wide, and offers an incredible vibrating sensation with the touch of a button. A girl’s best friend. And tonight, it’s going to make Nick orgasm like he’s never come before. I’m so glad I thought ahead and slipped it into my purse when I was switching to my evening bag.

  I lean back, placing my left hand on Nick’s knee to support my weight, arching my back so my boobs perk up. He hasn’t noticed the bullet yet. Holding it in my right hand, I face the tapered pointy end toward my body. I lean my head back, allowing my hair to drape across his rock hard cock and he lets out another moan, a little quieter this time. Setting the bullet on my neck, I begin dragging it south, down past my clavicle, toward my cleavage. I know the exact moment he figures out what I have in my hand because his thigh muscles tighten and his cock jumps. I continue my path down between my breasts heading toward my belly button. I let out my own pleasurable sigh as I approach my pelvic bone, but am abruptly stopped.

  “Delilah…” Nick says sternly.

  “Yes?” I ask innocently.

  “You know how I feel about vibrators,” he grumbles.

  “Of course, I do, Boss. When have you ever known me to break a rule?”

  “Your orgasms are mine, LaLa. Tied up or not, I am the only …”

  I cut him off before he can finish that sentence. We both know that he owns me - and my orgasms.

  “Oh, Nicky…poor, lucky, Nicky. You don’t think this itty bitty vibrator is for me, do you?” I say in my most sultry voice.

  “Wha…but…Delilah! No!”

  I just smile and laugh. “Now, I promised you that I would be very naughty. And you promised to let me do anything I want. Are you ready to use your safe word already?”

  Nick takes in a deep breath. He closes his eyes and shakes his head in resignation. “Do your worst. You are not going to get me to safe word. If this is what it takes…”

  That’s all I need to hear. I lean back again, but not as far as I was last time. That was really just for the dramatics of it all. I lean back just far enough that I can slide the bullet past my pelvic bone, straight into my soaking slit. “Ahhh,” I let out unintentionally, and I feel Nick’s throbbing dick poke me in my back.

  Since I am still straddling him, he has a fantastic view of what is going on, but just to make sure, I spread my legs wider for him, running the bullet up and down my clit. I am completely exposed, and the way his breathing has sped up, I am positive he is getting a good show. Thank God it is not turned on, or I would explode. Just as I start feeling a bit too hoochie, I feel Nick pulling at his arms, bucking his back a little, trying to break free. That gives me the confidence to go on.

  When I finally sit up and pull the bullet out from between my thighs, I am upright and able to look directly into his eyes. Holy feral animal! His usually bright green eyes are heavy and smoldering with lust. His jaw is locked tight and I can see his nostrils flaring at the corners. And his breathing still has not slowed down.

  “You need to slow your breathing there, old man. I am just getting started,” I tease.

  He just stares at me, and I know he is not able to speak. And if he does, I am afraid he is going to call this off, so I don’t push my luck.

  I lean forward and give him a quick kiss on the lips, not wanting to go too deep yet. Because if I do, I don’t know if I will have the will power to stop, and I really want to finish this lesson that I started.

  I take the bullet, now soaked in my juices, and run it along his full lips. Before I get the chance to do it again, he scrunches his lips up to his nose so he can take a deep sniff. “Mmm,” he says giving me a dirty smirk, and I am as crazed with lust as he is.

  “Open your mouth,” I command, and he obeys. Damn, I can get used to this.

  I slide the bullet between his lips and let him suck the rest of my sweet juices off of it for a few seconds. If he only knew that he was lubing it up for what I have planned, I don’t think he would be this compliant. I just can’t resist him, so I deviate from my plan for a second. No big deal, it’s my plan anyway.

  I remove the bullet from his mouth and kiss him deeply. I start by licking his lips softly, until he opens wide enough to let me in. I take my time exploring his mouth, enjoying the taste of him, me, and the beer he was drinking earlier. Damn I can get drunk off him, and not from the beer! I give him a quick swirl and suck because I know how much he loves it. Nick groans in pleasure, and I almost think it would classify as a growl, but I don’t linger because I have to get back on track. Things to do…men to torture. If I do this right, it will be one for the record books.

  Just before I pull away, I covertly slip my hand under his pillow again, pulling out the other part of his surprise. Oh, you didn’t think I was going to do this without lube, did you? I may not have ever done this, but give me some credit, I’ve done enough “research” to know.

  I slither my body down his. Since our bodies are both dry - except maybe for the wet spot I left on his chest - my movement causes a lot of friction, and when his cock slides between my girls, I hear Nick gasp. Pleased by how much I affect him, I allow him a few more strokes, continuing to rile him up. I want him as turned on as possible for where I am headed.

  I continue to slink down a few more inches so that my entire body is between his legs. I am still on my stomach, arms leaning over his thighs, face to face with his penis. While I am out of his line of vision, I get myself prepared with the lube, so I am ready when the right moment strikes.

  Even though I had no intention to, I just can’t resist, so I allow myself a little taste. I flatten my tongue and take a long, slow lick on the underside of his cock, from base to tip. Nick lets out a little growl, and I can’t help but allow myself a little more. I suck on his head for a moment, just the tip, swirling my tongue in his favorite motion, then let it out with a pop. I giggle at the noise, but Nick doesn’t seem amused. I lick back down, taking the same route I did on the ascent, this time stopping at his balls. Oh, yeah! I love these suckers. They are the perfect distraction.

  ♫♩♫♩♫♩♫

  Nick

  Can your balls explode? No, really. Is it physically possible to be so turned on and unable to release that your dick falls off and your balls explode? Because that’s how I feel right about now.

  Delilah hasn’t fucking moved in what feels like forever, although it’s probably only been about thirty seconds or so. I stretch my neck up and out to see if I can see what’s going on down there between my legs. It’s taking a lot to not just say “macaroni,” and call it. I am way too exposed and vulnerable for my liking and being tied like this forces me to give up my favorite thing - control. Well, maybe not my favorite thing anymore. My second favorite thing. My new favorite thing? Delilah. And she’s worth every second of this torture.

  When I look down toward her, I can’t see too much. I see her luscious ass sticking up in the air. It is so pale and curvy and perfect that I just want to grab it and pull it against my body while I take her from behind. But that’s going to have to wait. Dammit! I am hard enough as it is, I don’t need to add these thoughts to it. I can also see parts of her face. She still has tear tracks stained on her face. I am such a dick. And her lip gloss is smudged across to a cheek. That must be from kissing me earlier. Either that or from when she was teasing me and licking my cock. I can tell you what it’s not from. It’s not from her sucking on my cock. Because if she was in fact sucking on my cock, I wouldn’t be having thoughts of exploding balls.

  Speaking of balls, holy mother of Jesus! I think she is blowing on mine right now. I feel a warm sensation that I have never felt before. I don’t think another woman has ever taken the time to give any special attention to my boys down there. It is such a different sensation, but really good. My dick throbs and jumps a few times, and my ass cheeks clench.

  Next thing I know, Delilah sucks one of my nuts into her mouth, and my body involuntarily jerks. I let out a laugh, but it is definitely not funny.

  “Everything alright up there?” she asks with her mouth full.