Chapter 147

Jon flipped channels until Sara asked him to stop, seeing the familiar cast of CSI on screen.

“Do you mind watching this?” She asked.

“No. Don’t think I’ve ever watched it, but if you like it, we’ll watch it.” He squinted at the screen, focusing on one of the characters. “He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.”

“William Peterson.” Sara supplied. “Actually, he was in Young Guns Two - you did music for that, right?”

“He played Garrett.” Jon nodded, then nudged her. “Hey - I was in that movie, too! For about three seconds - my first movie role.”

“Really?” She twisted around to look at him, surprised, and unable to remember seeing him.

“Yeah.” He laughed at the memory. “I was hanging around the set, making a nuisance of myself and annoying Emilio, and they decided they wanted to shoot me. Literally. They dressed me up as this scruffy, dirty cowboy, then shot me back into the jail pit. Blink and you miss me.”

“It’s a long time since I’ve watched the movie.” Sara said, then they settled in to watch the show.

When the episode finished, Jon stretched slowly and Sara sat up, too.

“Bedtime?” Sara suggested.

“Tired, darlin’?”

Grinning wickedly, Sara trailed her fingertips up his thigh. “No.” She whispered.

Jon grinned back at her, one hand stroking her face, then sliding around the back of her head, yanking her forward so he could kiss her. Sara shifted, straddling him on the couch, feeling his other hand gripping her ass hard. She moved again, spreading her knees wider and sinking down onto his thighs, feeling him pull her forward against his crotch, responding by rocking her hips, grinding against him. Both his hands were on her ass now, moving her against him as they kissed, and Sara could feel the hardening lump in his jeans, pressing impatiently toward her. They broke apart, both panting slightly, and Sara looked down at Jon, brown eyes sparkling.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“We could just stay here.” Jon suggested, thrusting his hips upward against her, Sara thrusting back against him automatically.

“Nuh-uh. I’ve got a better idea.” She giggled, giving him back the words he’d said to her so often. “Trust me?”

“Absolutely, darlin’. C’mon then.”

Sara climbed off Jon and pulled him from the couch, taking his hand and leading him along the hallway. In the bedroom, she turned to loop her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his ear.

“Take your clothes off.” She whispered, drawing back to smile at him. “I’ll be right back.”

She stepped away from him, backing toward the bathroom as Jon watched her, slowly stripping off his t shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, blocking his vision for a moment, and when he looked again Sara was gone. Jon tossed his shirt onto a chair, tugging off his jeans and dropping them there, too. Naked, and curious about what Sara had in mind, he walked over to the bed, sitting propped against the wooden headboard, waiting.

He didn’t have to wait long, as she emerged from the bathroom wearing one of the fluffy white robes. At almost the same time as he realised it wasn’t belted, Jon saw Sara had the two belts in her hand, trailing them along the wood floor behind her, and he felt the instant reaction in his groin as he watched her smile.

“Have you been a naughty girl again?” He growled softly, and Sara tipped her head forward, peeking at him through the curtain of hair, a sly, wicked smile on her face.

“Not yet I haven’t.” She answered, approaching the bed. “I think it’s time for a little payback.”

“Payback?” Jon didn’t get it immediately, until she sat on the edge of the bed, the robe falling open as she twisted to look at him.

“Payback.” Sara repeated.

Jon reached out to her, his hand slipping inside the robe, coasting across the smooth skin of her stomach until Sara caught his hand. She lightly wrapped one of the belts around his wrist, then looked up at his face, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

He just grinned back at her, and Sara tied the belt - tight enough to hold but loose enough that he could pull his hand free if he wanted to. Jon moved down, lying on the bed as Sara knotted the belt around the bedpost, then she leaned in to kiss Jon, feeling his hand in her hair as she quickly straddled him but kept moving until she was kneeling on his other side. She tied his other wrist to the bed then sat back on her heels, smiling softly down on him.

“You’re mine now.” She whispered, leaning down to kiss him again.

The heavy white robe was starting to annoy her, and Sara stood, letting it slide from her shoulders, leaving her as naked as Jon. His bright blue eyes were fixed on her, and she could feel their heat as she crossed to the closet, pulling out a fine silk scarf that she’d left along with her few clothes. Bringing the scarf over to the bed, she trailed it gently up Jon’s thigh, the soft, cool fabric brushing over his cock then up his belly. She smiled as she watched his stomach muscles contract at the touch, dragging the cloth up his chest before stopping and lifting it away. When she laid the scarf across his eyes, Jon flinched, and Sara immediately lifted it away.

“No?” She asked softly.

“I like to see you.” Jon protested.

“I know.” Sara murmured, then as Jon relented and closed his eyes, she laid the scarf over them again. “It’s not tied.” She told him. “So if you want it off, it’ll come off.”

The purr in her voice soothed Jon, and as he thought of how she’d trusted him before, and what they’d done already, he spoke again, his voice rough. “Tie it.”

“You sure, baby?”

“Yeah.”

Gently, Sara raised his head and slid the scarf behind him, knotting it lightly in place before kissing him again, feeling the slight tension in him at the loss of sight. When she raised her head again, Sara saw how Jon was tightly gripping the belts, and she brought her lips down to his ear.

“Shhhhh……” She whispered, nibbling at his earlobe for a moment before moving away again, not touching him now.

She got off the bed, Jon feeling the tiny lift in the mattress as her weight moved off, and he strained to listen, trying to work out where she was. Even so, he was surprised when he heard her voice, sounding far away as she spoke softly to confuse his hearing.

“I love your tattoo.”

A light touch on his left ankle made him jump, relaxing as her fingers traced the outline of the ornate dragon there. Soft lips replaced her fingers, and Jon sighed at the feel of her tongue on his skin, then she was gone again. Sara stroked her hands along Jon’s feet, then she lifted one knee onto the mattress, between his feet as her hands moved them apart, allowing her to kneel on the bed. Tender fingers trailed up his thighs, toward his cock which was waiting for her touch, swollen hard in anticipation.

Sara brought one hand down inside Jon’s spread thighs, gently stroking his balls, then she moved away from between his legs, crawling up the bed to kiss him again. As Sara pulled away, she felt Jon raising his head, trying to keep contact with her, but she gave a soft, breathless giggle as she sat up, out of his reach.

“Patience, baby.”

She scratched her fingers through the soft, silvery fur on his chest, then caught him unawares when she dipped her head, licking across one taut nipple before nipping lightly with careful teeth. After a moment, her kisses moved on, dropping down across the plain of his belly, Jon squirming slightly as her hair tickled down over him, dragging behind her teasing mouth. He expected her to tease him further, to not touch his cock, but she out-thought him, surprising him when her hot tongue slid across the tip of him, drawing a groan from his throat.

Sara knelt between his legs again, spreading her hands on his pelvis to hold him still as her lips traced a path down his hard length, tongue flicking out to caress his balls as Jon groaned again. Smiling now, Sara drew her tongue up the underside of him, feeling the distended veins through his skin, until her lips pressed against the tip again.

Her hands were still pressing down on him, holding him from pushing against her, and Sara heard the long, drawn-out gasp as she gradually slid down, taking his cock deep in her mouth. Just as slowly, she raised her head and lowered it, then up again, sucking and licking against him, driving him higher, her fingertips on his lower belly feeling the tension, the impending explosion. Sara raised her head again, sucking just a little as she let him free of her mouth, then she moved away again, looking at him, seeing the strain in his arms as he rolled his head slightly, listening for her, trying to guess where she was now.

There was a shift of weight on the bed, and Jon could feel Sara, her knees either side of his waist, then he felt her hair tumble down around his head just before her lips met his. Another long, deliberate kiss, then as she moved back, Jon felt her fingers on the blindfold.

“Do you want this off?”

“No. Yes. No. I want to be inside you first.” Jon rasped, not even sure what he wanted, other than the last part. His cock was aching, and the soft fingers which closed around him didn’t help, particularly when Sara stroked her hand back and forth along him, tightening her grip, bringing him closer to the edge again.

“Sara……..please………” He groaned, biting down hard on his lip as he fought to hold back.

“Please what?” She teased, enjoying the sweetness of payback for the times he’d teased her.

“Please……make love to me, darlin’……and…..oh, sweet Jesus!” He lost the thread of what he was going to say as he felt Sara take the tip of him inside her heat, sliding down onto him achingly slowly. “Fuck.…” He gasped as he felt her around him, tight and wet and perfect.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Sara murmured, pressing against his shoulders as she raised herself then lowered onto him again.

“Yeah…….” he breathed “…..and take off this fuckin’ blindfold…….I gotta see you, Sara……..”

Her fingers slid up the sides of his head, under the scarf and flipped it off his head. Jon blinked a few times as his pupils contracted again after the period of darkness, then he focused on the face above him, Sara smiling as she moved on him again. She rocked her hips slowly, then when she heard the faint moan creeping into his breathing, she rose up onto her knees again, lifting herself off his swollen flesh.

“You damned tease…..” Jon panted, sorely tempted to pull his hands free of the restraints so he could grab Sara and force her back onto him.

“Me?” She smirked, poised on hands and knees above him, her legs touching his sides the only contact between them.

“You.” He confirmed, his voice slightly stronger as the dark shadows fell from his vision again, exerting control over himself with difficulty.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Sara murmured, seeing him relax a little and bending forward to kiss his lips.

She slid further down the bed, her lips closing on one hard nipple as she let herself lean lower, her stomach brushing across Jon’s cock, feeling the wetness on the tip of him. She felt Jon lift his hips, rubbing himself up against her, groaning in frustration, and she reached down, circling her fingers around the hard shaft. Finally relenting, needing it as much as Jon did, Sara shifted again, holding him tightly as she pressed the distended head into herself, then releasing her grip as she slid down with a soft groan of her own.

“Kiss me.” Jon demanded, needing more from her, and Sara brought her mouth to his, feeling the strain in her hips as the shift pushed her thighs wider, her clit grinding hard against Jon with every roll of her pelvis.

Her intentions to delay were overtaken by her desire, and Sara bucked against Jon harder, feeling his cum shoot inside her just before her own orgasm ripped through her, forcing her to tear her mouth from his, crying out helplessly.

Jon was staring up at her blindly, breathing hard, then he slipped his hands free of his bonds, wrapping both arms around Sara as she slumped on top of him.