Chapter Ten

When they got back to Richie’s hotel room, he put out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, and she toed off her boots then crossed the room to the windows to open the blinds to the night. Richie came up behind her and enveloped her body with his arms, pulling her close against him. They looked out over the city for long minutes, each enjoying the closeness of the other. Slowly, his hands pressed up Jen’s sides to her throat, and he unwound the scarf from her neck. Smiling, he raised the scarf to tie it around Jen’s head, blinding her.

“What are you doing, Richie?” She asked needlessly, teasingly, as her hands raised to cover his on her shoulders.

He just chuckled in her ear. “Enjoying you and a blindfold in the same room,” he answered. “Relax.” He sucked on her neck, biting gently. “Your safety phrase is ‘release me’.”

Jen nodded and dropped her arms to her sides and slumped back against Richie’s strong, broad chest, gripping his thighs for support. She sighed when his hands traveled over her shoulders to mold her breasts, and arched when he pinched her nipples hard through the silk.

He continued feasting on her neck while he massaged her breasts; nibbling and kissing her lightly until she was squirming against him. He slipped a hand inside the open vee of her shirt, his shirt, and traced a calloused fingertip around her swollen peak. Over and over he circled, just barely touching the very edge of her aureole, and smiling when his ministrations raised gooseflesh on her.

“Cold, baby?” Richie asked, dipping his head to bite the juncture of her neck and shoulder again.

“No,” Jen whispered. She slowly started to grind her ass into Richie’s burgeoning erection; her motions in time with the swirling fingertip that was driving her mad.

“Would you like to continue this in the other room?” His voice was a deep rumbling breath in her ear; the cadence of his words as seductive as their meaning.

“Yes,” Jen breathed, her eyes squeezed closed under the blue silk.

Richie steadied her with his hands before stepping away from her. Jen turned to where she heard him breathing and waited. She could hear him moving around the room, but couldn’t tell what he was doing.

“Turn around,” Richie said, and his voice seemed to come from the other side of the suite.

Jen’s heart kicked up a notch when she complied. She cocked her head, trying to discern where he was, but she couldn’t hear his breathing. She gasped loudly and jumped a little when she felt the shirt she was wearing tear open. In the second or two it took her to realize what he was doing, he had backed away so when she raised her hands, all they met was air.

“Shrug it off,” Richie said, and Jen did, silently. “Now, walk towards me,” he ordered. “I’ll keep you from bumping into things. Jen took a tentative step forward and Richie smiled. “Good girl,” he said. “Just keep walking forward.” Slowly she crossed the room, stepping to the left or right when Richie told her to. Richie’s mouth watered at the sight of her breasts trembling and swaying as she walked. When she got to the bedroom door, Richie had her stop.

“Take off your jeans,” he said from directly behind her, trailing a finger down her spine. Jen jumped and spun around, but Richie had moved away. Jen re-oriented herself, and slid the button of her jeans through its hole. She pushed them slowly over her hips, then shimmied until they fell to the floor. Bracing herself in the doorway, she kicked first one, then the other leg from the denim. She stood naked before him.

“Nice,” Richie said, now from somewhere off to her left.

Jen turned her head to try to hear his motions, but for a big man, he moved with a stealth that would make a Navy Seal proud. His hands were suddenly on her, pulling her further into the room, startling her and making her instinctively fight back. She was hauled up into the air and thrown to the bed, a scream escaping her lips. She was breathing hard, and so turned on she could hardly stand it. She scrabbled onto all fours and felt her way around until she found the headboard, and backed up to it.

Richie chuckled, which had her head pivoting wildly, trying to establish where his voice was coming from. He silently glided across to the other side of the room. He took his iPod from the desk, and plugged in a set of Bose headphones.

“Where are you?” Jen asked, only to be met by silence. “You know,” she lied, “I can hear your breathing.”

Richie just smiled and shook his head. Too softly to be heard, he crossed to the bed. He stood alongside, and slowly placed the headphones over her ears, making Jen jump again. He turned on some of his favorite sultry blues tunes, and adjusted the volume so she couldn’t hear anything but the music.

Richie grabbed one of Jen’s wrists and tied the scarf onto it. He pulled, stretching her arm, and tied it to the headboard. He took the tie from his robe, and crossed to the other side of the bed, looping it around her other wrist and tying it to the headboard, too. Richie stood at the foot of the bed and pulled gently on her legs until she was laying on her back, her arms stretched wide and over her head – not quite enough to hurt, but enough so her movements were limited.

Since Jen could neither see nor hear him, Richie made no attempt to hide his conversation with housekeeping on the phone. While he waited for the knock at the door, he trailed a hand down the side of Jen’s face, the contact making her jump and instinctively turn her head to try to kiss his palm. He allowed her that, then slowly traced a path down over her neck and shoulder, skirting around the side of her breast to tickle her ribs. As his hand slid across her hip, she opened her legs. Richie ignored her silent plea and traced down the top of her leg to her ankle. When the knock sounded on the door, he abruptly left Jen and shut the bedroom door behind him, the heavy wood muting her whimpering.

After he accepted another pair of robes from the staffer, he went back to the bedroom, and watched as Jen tried to rub her thighs together to ease the ache between them. Shaking his head, he shook the ties free from the robes and roughly grabbed one ankle. Jen gasped when he tied the terrycloth length to her and felt her leg spread so he could tie it to the foot of the bed. He did the same with the other leg, and stood back to view his handiwork.

Spread eagle on the bed, Jen’s helplessness made Richie harder then he was when he started. Quickly shucking his clothes, he sat on the edge of the bed between Jen’s legs. She tried to strain toward him, but couldn’t. He reverently traced her lips with a finger, making her jerk. He slowly rubbed at her clit and it started to throb almost painfully. Chuckling, he slid down so he could lick at her, making her cry out.

“Richie,” she panted, “please take the headphones away.”

He ignored her and instead sucked her clit into his mouth. She pulled at her restraints; her body bowing from the bed. He slid two fingers into her roughly, and pounded her mercilessly while he sucked. Twisting his hand around so he could tickle her g-spot, he smiled when she slumped back on the bed and pressed her ass into the mattress, moaning loudly. He could feel her start to clench around him, and he redoubled his efforts, his muscles bunching and flexing as he slammed his hand into her. He was rewarded with increasingly shrill noises of pure pleasure. Jen tightened around his digits, her rippling walls all but begging for more.

Instead, Richie pulled back his hand and latched his mouth onto her, delving his tongue deep inside. He licked and sucked at her until her head was thrashing so hard the headphones started to slip. He stopped and crawled up her body to lie beside her. He pulled aside one of the headphones and whispered, “What’s the matter darlin’?”

“Please,” she begged. “Please take the music away; I want to hear you.”

“Oh no,” Richie said. “I want to hear you.”

He put the headphones back into place and kissed her deeply; letting her taste herself on him. He slid down the length of her body, kissing and licking as he went. When he got to her breasts, he bit the tender flesh, marking her, then soothed the bite with tender kisses. He kissed his way lower, to her hip, and marked her there too, biting and sucking until a purple stain appeared on her flesh. Pleased with his handiwork, he settled again between her spread thighs and blew a stream of cold air onto her overheated flesh, making her hiss. Smiling, he pressed a gentle kiss to her and lightly ran his tongue up and down her slit.

Jen whimpered loudly at his light, teasing touch, and tried to strain closer to him, but her bindings kept her from doing so. Richie further hindered her movements by holding her hips firmly to the bed, so she couldn’t even sway them from side to side. With his thumbs, he spread her lips, opening her to him, and he placed a soft kiss on her; her juices coating his lips. He dragged himself up her body so she could feel his warm cock stroke her core before it settled on her belly. He rubbed his lips across Jen’s nipples with the barest of touches, and smiled when she squeezed her shoulder blades together in an effort to force her aching nipple into his mouth.

Richie kissed his way down the valley between her breasts, his cock once more stroking her, and this time the head penetrated just a little, and Jen screamed at the skin-to-skin contact. Her whole body was trembling now, poised on the edge of release. She wasn’t going to utter her phrase, though. Not yet. The torture was too exquisite to have him stop.

Richie slipped his pinkie into her, and Jen moaned. He turned his hand so the heel of his palm was pressed into her clit, and he wiggled his finger back and forth inside her.

“More,” Jen groaned, her head lolling toward him. “Please.”

Richie complied, adding a finger at a time until they were all deep inside her. He moved slowly, so as not to hurt her, but soon her juices wet him enough that he could speed the motion of his hand. A keening noise started in the back of Jen’s throat, and slipped out through tightly clenched teeth. Richie saw the flush creeping up her body, and felt the tensing around his hand, and he stopped, making her cry out. He smiled and crossed the room to the bathroom to retrieve a strip of condoms from his shaving kit.

Richie sheathed himself and climbed onto her. Jen could feel his weight on her, and she wanted to feel his weight IN her. Instead, he stroked her face and neck, shoulders and breasts, over and over until the light caresses felt like searing fire. Richie removed the headphones, and she smiled. Richie dropped a kiss on her lips and reached behind her head to untie the blindfold. He let slid it behind her neck, and crossed the ends.

Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he thrust his rock-hard cock into her, seating himself all the way to the hilt. She screamed his name, and pulled at her restraints. Richie responded by pulling on the ends of the scarf, tightening it. “Do you trust me?” he asked. Jen just nodded.

Richie pulled the ends of the scarf a little tighter, making Jen smile and close her eyes. He withdrew from her completely and turned to untie her feet. He grabbed her ankles and raised them, bending her knees and bracing her feet on his shoulders, opening her more to him. He stroked her once lovingly with his fingertip, then dove his cock into her, hammering her harder and harder, riding her until she started to pulse around him. He tightened his pull on the scarf, and watched Jen’s eyes start to roll back. With a shout, he emptied into her, whispering her name. When he was spent, he rolled off her and unwound the scarf. He lay there, watching the rise and fall of her chest for a few minutes before speaking to her.

“You never used your safety phrase,” he commented.

Jen smiled. “Nope, I didn’t,” she replied, all but daring him to continue this vein of conversation.

Instead, he just nodded.

And grinned.