Chapter Four

When Jen passed out, Richie quickly sat up to make sure she was okay. He loosened the scarf, taking off her throat altogether. He listened to her breathing and heart rate, and was satisfied she’d wake soon. He shook his head. He hadn’t experienced something like that before. He’d been around the block, and of course had heard the stories, but had never actually been with a partner who was into that.

Smiling, he got up and arranged Jen on the couch. She moaned a little and started to stir, so Richie hurried. When he was done, he sat back and waited.

Jen slowly came back to the land of the living. She smiled to herself. That was the most intense orgasm she’d had in quite some time, and Richie’s thick cock hadn’t even been inside her yet. She could tell she was laying on her stomach, and her head was pillowed on her arm. Richie must have tried to make her more comfortable. He heard his voice soft in her ear, coaxing her back, and she turned to his face.

He kissed her lips tenderly and said, “Open your eyes, Jen darlin’.”

Jen complied, and smiled at what she saw. Richie had his head pillowed on his own arm, and he was looking at her with the sweetest smile. His dimples made her ache to trace them with her tongue, and his soft brown eyes were still dark with unreleased passion. She went to tousle his hair, and found she couldn’t move her arms. While she was out, Richie had looped the scarf around her wrists, and secured the other end of it to the leg of the couch.

Richie knew the moment she knew she was stuck. There was a fleeting look of panic on her face, and he very nearly untied her, then he saw realization, acceptance, and anticipation fill her features. His cock jumped in appreciation. He forced himself to frown.

“You were very naughty,” Richie said and slapped Jen’s ass. “You came before I was ready to let you.” SLAP! “Are you ready to accept your punishment?” Jen just nodded.

Richie climbed on the couch and straddled Jen’s thighs. His balls settled in the dip made at the juncture of her legs, and his not inconsiderable length lay along the seam of her cheeks, ending at the small of her back. She moaned at his weight on her and wished she he would get on with it already. He leaned forward and put his hands on her shoulders, and very lightly, trailed his fingertips down her back. The calloused fingertips made rough little scratches, and Jen was in heaven.

Over and over he trailed his hands down her back. Then he started trailing them down her sides, and just grazing the sizes of her breasts. Jen tried to lever herself up so that Richie’s fingers could find her nipples, but the way she was laying she couldn’t get the leverage. Richie lay atop her back for just a moment to whisper in her ear.

“Oh no, darlin’,” he said. “We are doing this my way this time. You cheated me out of that earlier.” He bit her earlobe then soothed the bite with his tongue.

As Richie slid back to sit up again, his cock slid across Jen’s skin, and she arched up to him. Richie slapped her ass again, leaving a handprint. “Stop it,” he said. Jen stilled.

Richie slid back on the couch until he was sitting just below Jen’s knees. He trailed his hands down her ass and thighs, again ever so lightly, and raised gooseflesh in his wake. Jen let out a groan, and couldn’t help it, she shimmied against the couch, trying to rub SOMETHING against the ache between her thighs. Richie felt this, and chuckled. He licked one finger and snaked it in between her thighs, and rubbed gently against her lips. He could see her straining not to sink back against him, and he leaned forward to kiss her ass.

“Good girl,” he said, and slid the finger in, eliciting a moan from Jen. He wiggled it for a minute, making her walls clench and ripple, then stopped and withdrew.

Jen sighed, but didn’t say a word. Richie got off the couch, and gently pulled Jen with him and had her kneel on the floor, bending her forward onto the cushions. Her hands were still tied, and she couldn’t move too much, but she was able to open her legs wide at Richie’s urging. He slid a finger up her thigh and dipped it briefly into the wet heat of her core. Jen pressed down, trying to deepen the penetration, but Richie slapped her ass again.

“I told you,” he said, “we are doing this my way. Do I have to tie you spread-eagled on the floor?”

For a second, Jen wanted to scream “YES!” but she refrained. She just shook her head.

Richie took his time, bringing Jen close to the edge of release just to back her off. Over and over he did this, until his hand was sticky with her juices. Soon, she was whimpering, but not squirming too much, and Richie smiled. “Good girl,” he said again. He reached up for the leg of his jeans and pulled, tumbling them to the floor. He took a condom from his wallet and smiled sheepishly at Jen’s wry look.

“Hey, a guy has to be prepared,” he said, then slipped back into character.

He sheathed himself and grabbed Jen’s hips hard, nearly bruising the flesh. Jen let out a startled but thrilled, “Oh!” Slowly, he slid his length into her, groaning as her walls expanded to take him. She was so tight and wet, he nearly came right away. When he was fully seated, he stopped, and took a moment to breathe.

Jen was barely holding on. She was stretched wider than she thought possible, and it was all she could do to not scream out.

Slowly, Richie began rolling his hips, drawing in and out of her slowly. Jen couldn’t move from the position she was in; Richie was holding her too tight. She did clench her muscles as Richie stroked into her, making him gasp. She relaxed when he pulled out. They continued the dance silently, each teasing the other until Jen couldn’t take it anymore.

All she got out was “please” and Richie let go. He pumped her furiously, slamming into her over and over again, making her scream with delight. He was so hard and so strong, and she knew she’d have finger-sized bruises on her hips when they were through. Jen’s eyes rolled back, and she was teetering on the edge of the precipice when Richie stopped.

“No!” Jen shouted, as the waves receded.

Richie withdrew and silently untied Jen’s hands. He pulled the cushions from the couch and laid them next to her on the floor, then lowered her down gently on her back. He grinned at her flushed skin, at the racing pulse at her neck, her nipples standing firm and tall and begging for attention, and the beads of sweat running down her body. He grabbed hold of her ankles and raised her legs. Jen’s eyes went wide as Richie slid home hard and fast, and her head spun when he started to pound.

The sound of sweaty bodies slapping together, mixed with the heady aroma of sex, was intoxicating. The waves came up fast, and this time Richie let them engulf Jen, and he watched with pleasure as her body arched from the floor and all her muscles tensed.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, and she did. “Touch yourself,” he said.

Without hesitation, Jen started making lazy circles on her clit. Her other hand pinched and pulled at her nipple, until Richie couldn’t stand it anymore. He propped her calves on his shoulders, and leaned down to grab hold of her nipples himself. He pinched them gently, and Jen grunted, “Harder.”

Surprised, Richie bore down a little more, all the while pumping in and out of her slick flesh.

“Harder,” she begged, nearly crying now. Richie complied, and was rewarded with a screaming “OH GOD, YES!” a moment before she nearly squeezed his cock off. That pressure sent him through the roof, and he exploded inside her with a shout, and rode the waves with her, pumping her until he was spent. He collapsed on top of her, and rolled them to the side. They lay tangled together for a few minutes, and Richie would have dozed off if Jen hadn’t poked him in the ribs.

“Hey!” he complained.

“No sleeping. Mike is still around here somewhere.”

On cue, there was a knock on the door, and it opened slightly. “Everything alright in here?” He saw two sets of naked feet peeking out from behind the screen and slowly draw away. He chuckled. “Never mind.” He said, and shut the door.