Delilahs Dreams Ch 02

Chapter 2

"Yes, I'm in the sales division. Last quarter I maxed out; two hundred and fifty K, plus incentives and bonuses."

I drag my gaze away from the untouched coq au vin on my dinner plate, between two burning tapers and find my date across the table. Karen's blonde bob complements her black cocktail dress and perfectly frames her prideful countenance. "That's impressive." I offer a smile and feign interest.

"Would you like to sample the wine, ma'am?"

Without looking up, Karen pushes her wine glass toward our waiter who pours a small amount of Opus One in her glass. She continues while aerating the wine, "I ended up second in the country. I would have been first but some bitch in Florida, who's probably fucking her boss, got some sort of 'special' bonus." Our server waits patiently as she continues, "I mean, who does that shit? It's the 21st century and we're still blowing our boss to get ahead? I'm not spending my career beneath someone's desk. I'm a lady. I have morals." Karen downs the sample while motioning impatiently to the waiter to pour.

"Delilah, you wrote in your dating profile that you're in therapy. What's that like? I've never been." She takes a bite of bread, then speaks through the crumbs. "Don't need it. Besides, the whole thing is a scam. Mental illness is all in your head, you know? It's simple. You just gotta get out of your head."

"Excuse me." I interrupt Karen, fall in behind the retreating waiter and make my way to the bathroom at the rear of the restaurant.

In the safety of a lady's room stall, I retrieve a phone from my purse and dial Penny. "Girlfriend! I need you to call me in ten minutes and tell me you have an emergency."

Penny laughs. "Bad date?"

"You have no idea," I laugh back. "Ten minutes. Call twice, just like it's an emergency. Don't forget."

"Okay. Twice. Ten minutes."

Back at the table, Karen carries on, "Good, you're back. So, anyway, I get this lead about a possible sale in Salinas, right? I book the flight and hire a-"

Mercifully, she is interrupted by an obnoxiously loud ringtone coming from her oversized purse. She lifts it off of the chair next to her and fishes out a phone. "Karen Narcissi, sales. Uh huh. Uh huh. What?!"

Karen covers the mouthpiece of her phone, looks at me and whispers, "This will be a minute," then goes back to her call.

"Listen. I don't care who you ax. This is going to go through as planned, right?

Right

??...I don't want to hear excuses, just get it-"

I take a long sip from my wine glass as my date's incessant chatter prattles on...

..."Hold still, Delilah." Julie unzips the back of my black sequined tank dress and lets it drop to the polished hardwood floor below. I face her. I'm blushing.

"Wow..." she comments, breathing through the word.

Beneath, I'm wearing an ivory colored, silk cupless basque, nude back seam stockings, matching full coverage lace panties and vintage black mules with a modest heel. My exposed nipples are hard.

"You looked so sexy all night, especially when we were dancing. And I've been waiting for this moment since I watched you walk to the bar to get drinks. Your legs are divine."Julie pauses to look in my eyes and brush my cheek with her fingertips. "Happy anniversary, Babe."

"These three months have gone by so fast. Happy anniversary to you too, Babe." She kisses me and we linger. Breaking away, I look down, wriggle out of my shoes and sit on the foot of Julie's king size four poster canopy bed with my right leg tucked under.

I look her up and down and smile, "Wow is right." Julie has removed her heels, black pencil skirt and off-white blouse to reveal a black lace bra with cream colored silk panels sewn into the cups, a matching garter belt with sheer nude stockings and a black satin thong. She smells of Ivoire - her favorite perfume - which imbues me with a heady sense of arousal.

"Kiss me again," I whisper.

"I like it when you're demanding,"She says and approaches. I lower my leg. My lover leans over, pulls me toward her and alternates gentle kisses with bites on the side of my neck. In response I emit tiny cries of pleasure and hushed grunts of pain. With Julie's superior position, she leans my head back and stares into my eyes, turns her head slightly and locks her lips on mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I open to better receive her and she teases by running her tongue around my lips several times, causing shivers of excitement to rattle my body.

Julie stands erect, places her hands on my shoulders and guides me back on the bed while placing one knee beside me. Once I am prone, she swings her other leg over my hips. Straddling me and in control, Julie lowers her face to mine and we kiss. After a long minute she stops and raises herself above me. I open my eyes to an impish grin. "Tell me what you want, babe. Tell me what you need."

Julie's sanguine color confirms her desire. Her serious expression sends shivers throughout in anticipation of what's to come. "You, my love. I need you." I offer with breathless desperation. I'm tingling below.

Her face hardens. "Place your hands above your head and don't move. Don't make a sound. Do you understand?" She asks with authority.

I trust her. "Yes, my love." I do as I'm told.

Julie's eyes search mine. "What I am about to do is going to hurt. Are you afraid?"

"Yes," I whisper with fear in my voice.

She flashes a sadistic smile. "If you move or make a sound, I will do it again. Do you accept?"

Despite her expression and the fact that I don't know what she's going to do, her eyes tell me it will be okay. I answer, knowing it will change the course of our relationship.

"Yes."

Julie backs off of me and the bed and stands between my dangling calves. She lowers her face to my right side and grabs me with her teeth between my hip and the bottom of the basque. I close my eyes and wait. Then I feel it. Pain shoots from my waist to my farthest extremities. I want to shout. I want to push her away, but I don't. Instead, adrenaline takes over and I am flush with heat. After a number of seconds she releases me and stands. Smiling, I can see she's satisfied. "You did good, Delilah. Take a look. It's beautiful."

Pain fading, I peer at my side and see a perfect impression of Julie's teeth in purple and red. I smile back. "Stay right there," I'm commanded. Julie walks to the bureau where she lifts a bag out of the top drawer and turns back towards me with a grin on her face. "I got you something for our anniversary."

Curious, but not wanting to ignore Julie's command, I sit up to get a better view. "You did? Let's see!" My excitement grows as does my wetness.

Slowly, Julie removes my gift from the bag. First there are straps. They are black and one has a buckle while the other has holes in it. As she lifts the gift higher and further out of the bag, I see the straps join to a black ball about 2 inches in diameter. "Is it a ball gag?" I ask while rhythmically squeezing my thighs together.

She continues to smile and gives no answer. Instead she lifts the gift higher. There is a shaft connected to the ball. At first I am confused, but as Julie pulls the bag away I see it is the shaft of a realistic looking penis, slightly larger than average in both length and girth.

"For me?" I've never seen such a thing and I'm a little unsure.

Julie sits on the bed to my left. "Yes, love, for you. For us. Do you remember our conversation about you being tied and being forced to watch me have sex? Well, with this you will. I had it custom-made."

She hands it to me. The leather is soft but thick and the buckle sturdy. I turn it over and look at it from every angle while imagining how it could be used. With the penis pointing away from my face, I partially place the ball in my open mouth. Even halfway in, it forces me as wide as I can go. It will be a tight fit. My pussy clenches and a chill runs down my back. Apprehension exits and my blood runs hot with the realization of what Julie is proposing. "So, you want to tie me?"

She nods her head.

I've never been bound before. "Tonight?"

Julie nods her head again.

I look at the custom made gag sitting on the foot of the bed and feel my nipples strain. Then I look at Julie, who is staring at me with anticipation. I take a deep breath, smile and commit. "I would like that."

Safe words and actions are discussed and agreed upon and a moment later I am supine. Julie removes four lengths of rope from the bureau. "Before we do this, would you look in my backpack? I have a gift for you in there. You'll find it on the bottom in the red bag."

With an excited look, Julie drops the rope on the bed near my knee, practically trots back to the bureau upon which my backpack is sitting and removes a red gift bag with pink hearts, tied with pink ribbon. She sets it on the bed next to me, unties the ribbon, reaches in and removes a feeldoe. Stifling a scream with her free hand, she jumps on the bed and hugs and kisses me; all without letting go of the vibrator. "Thank you Delilah! Thank you so much! How did you know?"

"Well you've only mentioned wanting to fuck me like 10 times in the last three months." I'm on my side, laughing, and so is Julie. "I figure now you can."

A devilish grin crosses Julie's face. She pushes me back on the bed, grabs the rope and straddles my waist. "Give me your wrists," she demands.

I do and she binds each, leaving enough rope to tie them to the outer posts on the headboard. Then she slides down my body, hooks her arms under my knees and pulls me toward the foot of the bed until my arms are taut. She then methodically ties each ankle to a corner of the bed, rendering me immobile.

Julie climbs back onto the bed and looms over me."I trust you, babe," I say to her eyes.

"I won't let you down," she whispers back, lowers her face and tenderly kisses me on the lips.

I am instantly lost in her kiss. Warm feelings of arousal heat my body and moisten my sex. Julie lifts her head and stares at me with ravenous eyes. My juices flow as arousal becomes need. Julie runs her hand over the bite mark on my side and whispers back, "Who do you belong to, Delilah?"

With heavy breath I answer, "You."

"What do you want, Delilah? Tell me what you need." She accentuates the word "need".

Instead of answering, I pull at the bonds that leave me helpless and vulnerable, open to Julie's advances.

"I know what you need, but I want to hear it from you." She reasserts.

In response I grit my teeth and jerk against the ropes, but can't break free. I refuse to admit what my body needs and I refuse to allow it. I purge from my mind fantasies and thoughts of what is to come. She will have to take it.

I voice a defiant " No!"

Julie's answer is a sinister smile. I shudder. I struggle, but she has her way with me. No matter how hard I pull, twist or tug, I am unable to stop her from forcing me to have sex. She's pulled my panties aside and is lapping at my mound, teasing me. I close my eyes and try to ignore her, but she's too good. I feel my passion rising with each flick of her tongue, each kiss of her lips. My moans fill the room as two of Julie's fingers enter my pussy. She's slowly circling the opening, driving me crazy. I struggle anew but to no avail. I feel an orgasm coming on and suddenly she is gone. Out of desperation, I let out a long moan.

"I can see I'm going to have to gag you." Julie reports, and returns to the bed with my gift and my favorite G spot vibrator from my backpack.

I protest, "No, please no," but it's no use. Julie works the large gag into my mouth. Despite my continued pleas, she turns on the vibrator and works it all the way into me, using my panties to hold it in place. I try to beg her to release me, but my words are now grunts.

"You sound sexy, Delilah." Julie comments as she pulls her thong aside and mounts the gag. Squatting over me and facing the headboard, she holds on and carefully lowers herself halfway down the shaft. Her penetrated pussy is now a few inches from my eyes. I struggle, but can't look away. I watch as she lifts herself a couple of inches and slides back down, closer this time. I moan at the sight and how beautiful she looks taking the cock so deep. Again she rises and again she descends, this time all the way down. Her labia rest against my lips and her clitoris against my nose. Julie moans and I am lost in her essence.

She's fingering her clit now and fucking the dildo at a slow but rhythmic pace, making sure to pause at the bottom, so I can feel her lips and smell her scent. Meanwhile, the G-spot vibrator is having an effect on me. I'm embarrassed. I don't want to have an orgasm, but I feel my passion rising and the sight of Julie riding a cock inches from my eyes - knowing she's going to come - is driving me to the edge. I'm tied up, exposed and being used for sex. I try to close my legs, to use my hands to cover myself, but I'm helpless.

I see her wince and her stomach tighten. She emits a short, high-pitched grunt, ejaculates a bit on my face and begins a series of long rolling convulsions. Watching my lover lost in pleasure pushes me beyond my limits. I strain against my bonds as a powerful orgasm takes me over. Eyes closed, I see stars with every contraction. My senses are lost, yet waves of pleasure wash over me. My orgasm subsides only to feel a second one start. Again, I am unable to control my body as I buck and convulse beneath Julie.

When I open my eyes, my breathing is ragged and she is kneeling on the bed next to me. She removes the gag and speaks. "How are you, my love?"

"Amazing." I catch my breath and look at Julie hovering above. "Just amazing."

Still bound, she offers a languid kiss. Holding my head while her tongue invades, I'm unable to stop it and grow re-energized. She pulls her head away and gives me a look. I've seen it before and nod my ascent. Julie removes the G spot vibrator, unties my ankles and slides off my panties. She then returns to the bureau and, though I can't see, I know what she's doing.

Moments later she crawls onto the bed between my legs, kisses her way up my body and stops at my breasts. Julie reaches down, turns on the feeldoe sticking out of her pussy and places the tip against the opening to my vagina. She continues to lick and nibble my breasts and nipples while slowly and gently sliding her cock a few inches in and out of me.

I offer breathless encouragement. "Oh, babe. Don't stop, please don't stop."

She picks up the pace and increases her depth. Now she's hitting my G spot with regular frequency. We are kissing and my moans fill my lover's mouth. Julie lifts her head and speaks. "You like my cock, don't you Delilah?"

"Yes, yes! I do!" I shout. "Fuck me! Please, please fuck me!"

Julie re-doubles her efforts, stroking deep and fast. I am lost as our breasts and thighs slap together. Pleasure courses through me and I am helpless to stop the fucking I'm receiving. I wrap my legs around her waist and pull her cock into me. Her belly rubs against my clit and the feeldoe's vibrations push me to a long and steady rolling third orgasm.

As my breathing slows, Julie withdraws and unties my wrists. I wrap my arms around her and whisper, "I love you, babe."

She whispers back, "I love you too, babe."...

..."finally! Right? Delilah, are you paying attention? Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself."

"It's been more than 15 minutes, where is Penny?!" I scream in my head. Although I have no idea what she's talking about, I make eye contact with Karen and smile. "Yes, I apologize. I was distracted for a moment. Please continue."

"Moment?" She flashes an incredulous look. "So anyway, the guy is sued for sexual harassment, right? But, the woman who sued him is a total slut and everybody knows it. So, it goes to court and I am asked to testify. Well, I don't have to tell you-

My phone rings and I ignore it.

Karen continues "Like I was saying, I testify against this bitch and she has the nerve-

It rings again, I answer and excuse myself.