"Fuck. You," she said, grinning.
Over the next hour or so, I discovered I had a competitive streak a mile wide that I had never been aware of.
***
"Oh is that so?" I smiled, surprised at her vehemence but reassured that I was definitely doing this stuff right, or so it seemed. It made me want to see more of that feral look, to see how far I could move her into complete, begging desperation. The idea that I'd gotten to her, if only for a moment, that I'd outwitted her and taken her to a completely authentic, out-of-control place, made me incredibly hot. And I realized that the more I simply indulged my imagination, the better I got at this.
My imagination was being very helpful, as a matter of fact. There were several things I'd thought of already. But as long as she was standing...
I wanted to see her spreadeagled against the shelves, just to see how she looked like that, but with the whole bucket arrangement, that was rather impractical and awkward. I could just tie her ankles to the sides of the shelf, but I was thinking a great deal about how much of this was already a game of the mind.
"Here's what I'm going to do now, I think. I'm going to undo your ankles, and move you forward. But I feel like I need a similar incentive for you to not move. So I'm going to do this." I unhooked the ties from the buckets and shifted her forward so that she stood up against the shelves. I spread her legs, much wider this time, since she would have support to keep her balance. I looped the ties loosely around the legs of the shelving unit, but didn't tie them. There was still hope that they wouldn't be completely ruined...
Again, I was a little disconcerted by how the ways I was having to think technically, rationally, about these operations didn't seem to lower my arousal, but rather heightened it. It was as if my mind finally had a way to participate in the project, rather than just hanging around and trying not to get in the way while it was happening. The science of the whole thing, the mechanics, the ways in which I had to stay one step ahead of bijou's not unconsiderable intellect, to take her by surprise... All of these things, I'd have expected, would have taken the fun out of sex. Instead, they seemed to be putting the fun back into it.
To take her. By surprise. my mind held the phrase, turned it round and round as if it were looking at a puzzle.
"I think I'm just going to lay a pen down at each of your feet," I murmured, and took two out of the shirt pocket nearby. I laid them next to her arches. "If they don't get moved, maybe later we can go back to that possibility of you sucking my cock." Please don't move, I thought, because I really, really want to go back there, and I'm not sure I'd be able to keep my word on NOT doing it. "Does that... motivate you at all?"
"Right now I could feasibly kill to suck your cock, after what you just did to me," she said in a terribly calm voice. "So, yeah."
"Well, that's excellent," I chuckled at her intensity. "I just keep guessing right, don't I?"
I took one of her wrists and raised it up, holding it at different angles and heights, just looking at the picture. She watched me curiously, with a bit of a smile, and I assiduously ignored her.
"Mm. This one," I said. "I'm thinking, right about there." And I placed her hand far along the shelf just above her head, stretching the tie over the rest of the way to the support. This time I was going to have to actually tie a knot, and I cringed as the burgundy silk wrinkled and crushed. Then again, I thought, looking at the firm square knot in the fabric, there was something pretty artistic about that. Make a good photograph, I thought, her thin white wrist, the fingers curved around the edge of the shelf, the wine color of the silk in a smooth band around her wrist, even the knot in the ends of the tie, rather thick and masculine, expensive silk against a cheap metal utility shelf. Texture, color, contrast, narrative, it was all contained in the frame.
Focused, I tied up her other arm. When I yanked a bit on the tie to stretch her arm out to its limit, she sucked in her breath. I paused, and then pulled her a bit further. She moaned. She was stretched quite tightly against the shelf already, but she certainly wasn't in any pain. That must be arousal I was hearing. I pulled again, just a little further, and she cooed. I tied off the knot, roughly this time, and tightly. I noted with pleasure that the shelves were actually bolted to the wall at the back. Someone had put some thought into that...
She twisted her hands, suddenly, and turned them in the ties so that she actually held the original knot in her palm, wrapping her fingers around it. The silk made a smooth loop across the back of her wrist. I stepped back to look at the picture. Her legs were quite wide apart, and her arms stretched out at a lovely angle. She had very good arms.
Oh, what to do first. It was a bit like having a dessert cart wheeled to one's table. I moved up behind her and brought my hands round to embrace her, running my hands across the various planes and complex curves she made, feeling where her muscles rippled and pulsed as she moved toward my hands. With her legs spread this wide, she was a little shorter than usual, and I buried my face in her hair, breathed the scent around her neck. Unconsciously, my hands went to her nipples, and I lost myself in rubbing, pulling on them, squeezing her small breasts under my palms, pinching her nipples harder, and even harder until I heard her gasp. my whole body was hot, and my cock throbbed, still thrust out of my slacks and now pressed against the curve of her spine.
One hand moved down between her legs and I began to toy with her, just to explore at my leisure the little angles and folds, enjoying the moisture and the little moans I seemed to be inspiring. God, I wanted her, wanted to do everything to her at once, my cock everywhere, my hands everywhere. As the thought occupied me , my hands unconsciously tightened on her, gripping one breast and her mons, hard. Before I could catch myself and loosen up, she groaned and writhed back against my hips.
