Page 121 of Bound By Words

“Yes, Sir.”

NATHAN

Boston

Kelly was quiet after we left the party. Emory and Talia sent us back to my apartment in the car service. They weren’t quite ready to go yet, but Talia had thoroughly embarrassed Kelly before we said our goodbyes. She’d praised her performance, telling her they’d be happy to help her live out her exhibitionist fantasies in the future.

While I appreciated the enthusiasm from my friends, I could tell it’d make Kelly feel self-conscious talking about people witnessing what had happened. She’d been so into it, channeling something inside herself that literally would have made me weak at the knees if I hadn’t been sitting, but I knew how you could overanalyze things once the endorphins wore off. The emotional drop was just as much of an issue after a scene as the physical.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I tilted her chin up to see her face. She’d quietly tucked into my side when we climbed in the back of the SUV and had stayed that way since.

“Was that okay?” Her voice was shaky as her eyes darted across my face. I could tell she was trying to read my expression.

“It was fucking phenomenal, sunshine. Truly. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

From how she was practically gnawing on her bottom lip, I could tell she wasn’t sure if she believed me, but it was the truth. I’d engaged in public play before, but that impromptu scene was hotter than anything I’d ever done, especially in the submissive role.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked as I slowly traced the pad of my thumb across her cheek, trying to soothe some of the nerves cropping up inside her.

“Yes,” she breathed out, her eyes wide.

“Then feel proud of yourself. No one else in that room matters. If they thought that was anything but an impressive display of your sexuality, then fuck ’em. I loved every minute of it.” And you.

“I’m not sure if I should feel dirty. I rode your hand in front of half a dozen people.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. I didn’t mention that more than six people had watched, but I didn’t want to freak her out. “Don’t you ever feel dirty about doing something you want. Fuck other people’s expectations. Trust me, every single one of them wished they were in that chair instead of me. That was sexy as fuck. And the way you sucked my fingers after, goddamn.”

I shifted, my sensitive cock rubbing against the material of my briefs. While I wasn’t as hard as I’d been earlier, he still hadn’t calmed, angrily throbbing as I thought of what would happen when we got back to my place.

“Do you still want to play when we get home?” I wouldn’t push the issue if she’d had enough fun for the night, but I was anxious to continue without the audience.

“Do you?” she asked as her hand slowly caressed my thigh.

“What do you think?” I grasped her hand, pressing it into my erection as it pulsed beneath the suit material. She glanced toward the driver, but he couldn’t see our hands from the front seat. Leaning toward her, I whispered in her ear. “He drives Tal and Em around quite a bit. He’s seen much worse.”

Kelly squeezed me through the material, and I flexed my hips as I clenched my jaw, trying not to moan.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered as she looked into my eyes, her chest heaving as her breaths quickened. “I like knowing you held off because I told you to. I thought for sure you’d be unable to stop. But knowing you kept yourself from coming was hotter than I expected. You’re a very good listener.”

Fearing the groan that would escape if I tried to talk, I gave a jerky nod, my gaze locking with hers as the occasional street lamp illuminated her face through the window. While she was visibly disheveled from earlier—with her red lipstick faded because it’d all rubbed off on my cock—she’d never looked more vibrant or gorgeous.

Her hand continued to slowly stroke my shaft through my thin dress pants for the remainder of the torturous ride back to my building, slowly rubbing her thumb against the sensitive part underneath the head. It wasn’t enough to push me over the edge, but enough that my thoughts were borderline desperate as the vehicle finally stopped at the curb.

Edging wasn’t anything new to me, but I needed to come soon. Especially before Kelly got inside me, or I’d likely go off before we were ready for the night to end. I knew my recovery time wouldn’t be an issue after the build-up. I’d learned through orgasm denial in the past I was capable of climaxing multiple times during a short period of time.

“Thank you for the ride,” Kelly thanked the driver cheerfully, pretending she hadn’t been fondling me in his back seat for the last twenty minutes. I might have laughed if I wasn’t so worked up, but I practically dragged her out of the car, slamming the door and tugging her toward the building entrance.

Kelly followed me quietly, her fingers suggestively stroking my thumb as we walked into the elevator. As soon as the gate was down, she pushed onto her tiptoes, grasping the hair at the back of my head in her fists as our lips crashed together.

I groaned into her mouth as my hands grasped her ass, squeezing her as she wiggled against my front.

“Fuck,” I grunted as one of her hands left my hair, playfully squeezing my ass as she thrust her tongue into my mouth, causing the plug to shift inside me.

As the elevator platform jumped slightly, stopping at my floor, I kissed her roughly before releasing her, pulling open the cage and yanking on the heavy metal door.

“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Does the thought of covering me with your cum turn you on?” Kelly giggled as she led me down the hallway, bouncing on her toes as I pulled out my keys and unlocked the deadbolt.

“Behave, sunshine. I do have neighbors,” I warned.

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