Chapter 126

After they’d run the gauntlet of photographers again, they settled into the back of the car which had appeared instantly they left the restaurant. As the car moved away, Jon slipped his arm around Sara, pulling her close to him and kissing her forehead tenderly.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” He asked softly.

“Mmmm. You’re a good liar.”

“I know I am, but that one was true.” His mouth nuzzled down to her ear, whispering. “God, you smell so good…..I love that perfume on you. I really love when that’s all that’s on you. Except me of course. On you. In you.”

Sara shifted in the seat, feeling the ache inside, just where she wanted to feel Jon. “Stop.” She whispered, hearing his breathy chuckle in her ear.

“No.” He murmured. “I want you so much, Sara. I’m going to stand you on that fur rug in the bedroom, then I’m going to slide that dress down off your shoulders.” His free hand came up to brush across the base of her throat. “I want to lick you right there while I pull your dress all the way down, until it falls around your feet, around those whore heels.”

Sara almost managed to stifle the whimper in her throat, but she blushed as she saw the driver’s eyes flick to the interior mirror as he heard her.

“Stop….” She whispered again, and Jon lowered his voice even more, holding her to him as she tried to shift away.

“When I get you naked, in my bed, I’m going to keep you waiting…….keep you right on the very edge……..until you’re begging me…….begging me to let you cum…….until you can’t bear it any more……then…..” his teeth nipped her ear, his tongue running around the edge for a moment, “….then I’m going to fuck you, Sara. I’m going to fuck you hard, because I want to hear you screaming my name, and I want to feel you cumming under me, all around me, so hot and tight….”

“Please stop….” Sara whispered, shifting again as she felt the wetness soaking into the thin satin of her panties.

Jon’s tongue was on her ear again, hot and wet as he replied. “Since you said ‘please’….”

He still held her against him, nuzzling against her neck until they felt the car brake to a halt, just as Sara’s mind cleared enough that she thought to retaliate, her hand sliding across onto his thigh, heading toward his crotch. Jon purred in her ear as her fingertips just reached him.

“Time to go.” He whispered with a final kiss to her ear, pulling away and opening the door.

As Sara got out of the car, Jon taking her hand, she ran her other hand down the back of her skirt, half checking it hadn’t ridden up, half checking that the moisture between her thighs hadn’t seeped through to mark her dress. Jon half-dragged her in through the doors, over to the elevator, eager to get her upstairs, and Sara followed him willingly. Inside, Jon hit the button for their floor, then turned to push Sara against the wall, holding her hands pinned to her sides as he just touched his lips to hers, pulling away as she tried to deepen the kiss.

“Nuh-uh.” He whispered, smirking as he shook his head, and Sara pouted at him as he still refused to let her move.

Jon couldn’t restrain himself, her mouth was too inviting, and he caught her lower lip, tugging lightly with his lips until her mouth was open, sliding his tongue between her teeth just as the elevator doors pinged open. He just tasted her mouth, then eased away again.

“Saved by the bell.” He murmured, releasing his grasp on one of her hands and leading her out into the foyer.

Inside the apartment, he took her straight into the bedroom, a quick glance around the room showing him that the bed was clear of everything except the two white robes. He kissed her again, doing a thorough job of it this time as he backed her across to the fireplace, until her high heels were buried in the fur rug. Pulling away gently, he disentangled her hands from his hair, holding them lightly as he looked at her.

“Still trust me?” He asked, and Sara just nodded, shining brown eyes looking up into blue.

He kissed her again, doing exactly what he’d promised her he would, his hands easing the dress down off her shoulders, lips caressing her throat until she moaned at the touch of his hot tongue on the hollow. The dress slipped free, a cascade of shimmering silver falling to the floor, leaving her standing in silver underwear and pale thigh-high stockings. Jon brought his hands onto her waist, supporting her and she instinctively arched her head back as his mouth trailed down her chest. His hands came up to unsnap her bra, pulling the straps from her shoulders and dropping the satin on top of her dress while his mouth slid across to suck on a taut nipple.

Jon was still fully dressed as he looked at Sara standing there, in just the silver thong, stockings and high heels, her hair still caught up at the back of her head.

“Don’t move.” He whispered, stepping around behind her, and she remained still as Jon began to tug the pins from her hair, until the tangle of curls fell around her shoulders, and Sara felt him bury his face in her mane, hearing him inhaling the scent of her perfume. “Go to the bed.” He muttered, and she felt him pressing hard against her as she walked slowly across, her stride hampered slightly by his hands on her hips.

At the bed, he turned her around, reaching around behind her as he asked again. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

Even though she did trust Jon, Sara still started slightly as she felt the gentle touch on her wrist, and she looked down to see he’d pulled the soft belt from one of the robes, and he was knotting it onto her wrist, careful to keep the pressure light.

“Jon?”

He looked into her eyes, seeing the dull glow of lust, and her only response to his unspoken question was to bite down on her lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she accepted what he was doing. Jon kissed her throat again as he reached for the other belt, tying it to her other wrist, then he tugged on both belts, pulling her toward him and seeing her eyes open.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Yes.” Sara whispered, a slight uncertainty in her eyes, but she had enough trust in Jon that she was willing to continue with his game.

Jon led her to the side of the bed, shuffling her to the centre of the mattress before taking one of the belts and tying it to the carved wooden upright. He walked around the bed, sitting on the far edge as he took up the second belt, again looking at Sara, waiting for her to nod before he tied this belt to the other upright, leaving Sara pinned, arms outflung as though crucified. Jon took off his suit jacket, tossing it onto a chair, then he moved closer on the mattress, dragging one finger down her chest before cupping her breast in his palm, his thumb stroking across her nipple.

“Kiss me?” She murmured, and Jon did, his hand still on her breast as he leaned over her, soothing her with his lips and tongue, kissing away her innate fear of the restraint.

When he raised his head, Sara’s eyes followed him, watching as he slowly stood and walked to the foot of the bed, pulling off her shoes and dropping them to the boards. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped that, too, and she could see his cock pressing against the dark pants as he stood looking down at her with a soft grin. Jon knelt on the mattress, straddling Sara, and he crawled up her body as she lay helpless, dropping kisses on her bare abdomen and breasts. He gave a swift kiss to her lips, then moved down again, sucking on a nipple until Sara gave a pitiful moan, her hands gripping the restraining belts as she fought for control.

She heard Jon’s chuckle as he slid one hand down her belly, straight under the satin and into the nest of curls, chuckling again as he felt how wet she was already. Slipping his hand out of her panties, Jon carefully pulled them down, leaving her wearing only the stockings, running his fingertips up the nylon as he pressed a knee between her calves, encouraging her to spread her legs for him. Sara complied, her knuckles whitening as she grasped the belts harder when Jon’s lips touched her thigh, just above the lacy stocking top.

Jon kissed her thigh, biting gently, then he delicately lapped at her sex, tasting her, but careful to avoid touching her clit, knowing she was already close. After just a moment, he moved up her body again, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking on the tip. He could hear her moan his name, and he grinned around her nipple, taking her deeper into his mouth, feeling her arching her back to press up against him as far as she could.

He moved away from her again, standing by the bed to take off his pants as Sara watched, and she felt her flesh pulse as his cock was bared to her view, needing to feel him. When Jon turned, he could see it in her eyes, and he grinned as he knelt on the bed beside her again. He kissed her, cupping one hand under the back of her head to raise her mouth to his, feeling her buck against him as his other hand dipped between her thighs, two fingers pushing into her pussy without warning. Just as she started to tighten around his fingers, he pulled his hand away again, feeling her groan of frustration, and he sat back on his heels, looking at her.

The muscles in her arms stood proud as she strained against the belts, whimpering softly as she tried to move, and Jon cupped his hand under her neck again as he leaned forward, the tip of his cock brushing against her lips. That wasn’t where Sara was so desperate to have him, but she took him in her mouth, trying to bring Jon as close as she was, letting him support her head as he gently thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Jon reached across to the headboard, supporting himself with his free hand as Sara sucked on him, her tongue stroking his shaft. Again he pulled away, kissing her, tasting himself in her mouth, then he kissed down her body again, knowing he was getting close to just driving himself into her until they both came, but forcing himself to wait.

“Please…..” Sara whimpered as Jon licked around her navel, her skin crawling, her clit throbbing from the teasing and delaying. Instinctively, she began to press her thighs together, hoping the pressure would send her over the edge, but Jon was too fast, and she felt his hands between her thighs, pushing against her.

“That’s cheating.” He scolded her, pushing her legs wide again, dipping his head to kiss each thigh, hearing her sob of frustration.

“Please, Jon…..”

“Please what?” He asked evilly, dragging the flat of his tongue across her swollen lips, up over the hard, aching bud of her clit, drawing back to blow gently on her hot flesh, hearing her moan again.

“Please, baby…..”

He looked up from between her thighs, seeing her gripping tightly to her bonds, the dishevelled tangle of curls framing her face as she looked at him pleadingly, fighting against his hard grip on her thighs.

“Please, Jon…..fuck me…..please, Jon…….I need you…..fuck me..…please…..please…….”

Jon didn’t even reply, just growled as he forced her legs wider apart, dropping forward as he slammed his cock into her. Sara cried out as she felt him drive against her clit, wanting to touch him, but forced to just hold to the belts as he pulled back and thrust home again and again, no finesse this time as he did what he’d promised her he would, rising onto his hands to look down at her as he fucked her. She could feel the scream rising in the back of her throat, her arms aching as she strained against the ties and Jon was growling in her ear now, his arms around her back as he felt her cumming, his name a scream on her lips. Sara thrust her hips against him as she came, and with a snarl Jon felt himself fall into his own orgasm, grunting as he poured himself into her, his mind dropping into blackness as he rode out the storm.

Sara was still sobbing for breath when Jon realised he was lying with his full weight on top of her, and he summoned enough strength to reach up to untie one of her wrists, then the other, just rolling onto his back and holding Sara on top of him.