Laying there in bed, her body pressed up against my side, my arm around her. Her fingers lightly tracing up and down my bare chest. I smiled to myself as I raised the remote and flipped the TV to the game. This was the life. The woman of my dreams snuggled against me, half naked, and the Red Sox on the tube.
Laying the remote on top of the sheet covering us, I settled in for what I hoped would be yet another victory by my beloved Sox. I saw her hand wrap around the remote, thinking she was just moving it to the nightstand. Suddenly she raised up, a wry smile forming across her lips.
"Now, what were you saying about me touching the remote during the game?" Holding the remote in her left hand above me, waving it tauntingly.
"Don't do it...I'm warning you." I smiled.
Her smile forming into a wicked grin, she turned towards the television. With a simple push of a button, Josh Beckett mowing down the Oakland A's was replaced with what I could only assume was some Bravo channel fashion show. She chuckled as she turned back towards me. She was challenging me. I glared at her, hoping she would get the message. She either didn't or was really trying to push my buttons, because all she did was tuck the remote by her side and lay back.
With a growl, I quickly rolled over onto her. Sitting up, my knees straddling her torso. My hands beat hers to the remote. I took her small wrists in the grip of my left hand, while my right hand grabbed the remote. Holding her wrists, I turned to the TV and switched the game back on, just in time to see Beckett induce an A's hitter into a lazy fly ball for the final out of the first inning.
Still holding her wrists, I leaned my body toward the side of the bed, reaching for the drawer on the nightstand. I was sure she was thinking I was just putting the remote there for safe keeping, but I had more up my sleeve. Ever since I warned her of the consequences of messing with the remote during a Sox game, I have been prepared for this moment.
I placed the remote in the drawer and grabbed my surprise for her. I raised up, displaying two red silk sashes. Her eyes went wide, her body thrashed beneath me. It was no use, I was way too big for her to throw me off easily. I raised her hands to the head board of the bed. Leaning forward, my crotch directly above her breasts. I could her whimper as I positioned her right hand.
"No...please...I'm sorry, I won't do it again," she pleaded.
It was too late for that. Deep down, I think she was prepared for this, wanting it almost. I had warned her that if she messed with the remote during a Red Sox game I would tie her hands to the bed.
Now she knew I was serious. I got her right hand tied and started working on her left.
"Honey, the game is back on," she whispered breathily.
This was a ploy to get me to stop, and it was a good one. She knew me and my passion for baseball well. I quickly turned to see Jacoby Ellsbury sky a fly ball to deep center field for the first out. Turning back toward her, I finished securing her wrists to the headboard. Smiling down at her, her eyes burning holes into mine. I grinned.
"Comfy, baby?" I laughed softly.
"Hooligan," she muttered. Its what she called me when I started acting 'up'. She tried to say it with as much venom as she could muster, but I could hear the underlying endearment.
Just then, I heard the Sox announcer declare, "a long fly ball by Pedroia." I quickly rolled off beside her and laid back to watch the ball clear the Green Monster for a home run. I listened to Jerry Remy spout superlatives about the Red Sox second baseman as I felt her squirm beside me.
"Mmm baby...good start." I turned to her and smiled. She returned only an icy glare.
Chuckling, I settled back in for what should be an exciting Red Sox victory. I laid there watching the rest of the first inning, as well as the second and top of the third quietly as both teams mounted little offense. She occasionally squirmed beside me, but otherwise seemed resigned to her fate. After the first inning she even stopped apologizing and begging to be released.
Leading off the Red Sox third inning, Ellsbury lined one towards the Pesky Pole in right field, hugging the line fair and dropping for extra bases. I sat up in the bed and watched him run. This kid could fly and he quickly rounded second and headed for third, sliding in safely for a triple.
"YES!" I pumped my fist into the air. Man on third, no outs, a sure run for the Sox. With Beckett on the hill this would probably be all they would need. I turned back to look at her lying there.
"Now only if your damn Yankees would lose." She wasn't a Yankees fan, she was just originally from New York, so I took to calling them her Yankees. Again, she just glared at me.
I watched as Pedroia skied a ball to left, knowing this would easily score Ellsbury. I felt her shift beside me, rubbing her bare leg against mine. I looked down. Damn, I loved her legs. Long and smooth, absolutely mouth watering. Part of me wanted to abandon the game and take her leg in my hand, running my tongue slowly up from her calf to her inner thigh. I shook these thoughts from my head. I needed to hold firm. She had challenged me, I had to win.
The inning ended, Boston up 2-0. I leaned across her body to the nightstand and grabbed my glass of iced tea. As I sat up and pulled the glass to my lips, a drop of moisture from the outside of the glass dropped onto her stomach. This caused a squirm and a slight moan. I smiled to myself.
Turning to see her face, I held the glass up, offering her a drink. She rolled her eyes towards her bound hands as if to say...how? I moved the glass to her lips. She didn't open them. Keeping them pursed, trying her best to look angry. Trying her best to say, without speaking, that I was in for it when her hands got free. I shrugged and placed the glass of tea back on the nightstand.
Beckett got through the top of the fourth with ease, collecting two strikeouts and inducing an easy grounder to third. Jason Bay led off the Sox half of the inning with a walk, followed by a JD Drew single. As the newest Red Sock, Adam LaRoche stepped to the plate I reached back over her for the glass. I wasn't looking for another drink, I had more devious intentions. Fishing into the glass I pulled an ice cube out just as LaRoche scorched a ball off the Monster for a double plating Bay for a 3 run lead.
I smiled at her as I lowered the ice cube to her belly, lazily tracing circles over her flesh leaving a trail of liquid. I watched the Sox captain, Jason Varitek, single to drive in Drew and push the Sox lead to 4-0. Her stomach rose and fell under the ice rolling over her flesh. I could hear her inhale deeply. I ran the rapidly melting cube higher up her body. Leaving the last trail of liquid just below her bra.
My eyes met hers. "Grrr," was all she said. I grinned and pushed my hands under her back, lifting her slightly as I undid her bra and removed it, leaving her topless and still bound. I barely registered hearing Ellsbury single to drive in LaRoche for a 5-0 Boston lead.
I reached over for another piece of ice and used this one to trace around her now bare breasts, drawing closer and closer to her nipples with each pass. I could hear her breathing catch. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. I ran the ice over her rock hard nipple, eliciting a throaty moan. I continued to trace the ice cube around her breasts until it was nearly completely melted. I then ran it down over her stomach, stopping just above her thong, letting it melt away. I heard her take a deep breath as I pushed my fingertips inside her thong.
I looked up at her and whispered, "seems a little warm down here, maybe we should cool it off," and smiled. A low groan was her response.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the A's were batting once again as I shifted to kneeling between her spread legs. I grinned as my fingers hooked into her thong and began pulling it off her hips. I heard another groan from her as I removed her thong leaving her completely naked before me. My eyes locked on her pussy. It already appeared swollen and wet, and I hadn't even touched it yet. I reached for more ice and ran the cube up and down through her slit. Her heat rapidly melting the cube.
She was panting now. Her eyes found mine and with some struggle she whispered, "please...I'm so close...please make me cum."
"Not yet," I grinned.
