Page 29 of Overachiever
I’ve never been so eager to get back to a motel room in my life. If you asked me, I couldn’t tell you which route I took back or if I stopped at all the lights.
Remee excuses herself to take a shower and get ready. While she does, I pull my purchases out and get them out of their packages. It’s tempting to peek into her bag to see what she got, but when I look around, I realize she either took it with her or stashed it out of sight.
Along with lube and a bottle of coconut oil, I sit the toys on the bedside table. What I want for my birthday is to blow her mind, drive her crazy, and make her come apart beneath me. This woman is burned into my brain, taking up every spare bit of space, and I want to imprint this day into her mind just as deep.
As worked up as I am to get her in bed again, I’m also hoping that getting her to let her guard down with me sexually could spill over into our friendship too. Turn it into the relationship I want. Just the fact that she trusts me enough to play this way makes me think there’s a chance. It’s not just sex. There’s something between us and somehow, I’m going to show her she doesn’t have to be afraid.
She’s taking so long in the bathroom, I start to worry she may be having second thoughts. Finally, she steps into the room, a towel tucked around her body, her hair lying over bare shoulders. Her lip catches between her teeth when I approach her, and she looks up at me.
“Are you alright? It’s okay if you’re having second thoughts. We don’t have to—”
With a smile, she drops the towel and runs her hand over the crotch of my shorts. “Are you backing out on me?”
“God, no.”
She giggles when I scoop her up and toss her on my bed where she spots the toys. “Is that a…paintbrush? If you tickle me, all bets are off. Iwillkick you in the junk.”
“That is a magical brush that’ll make you beg and scream my name. No tickling. Now, show me what you bought.”
“The bag’s under my bed.”
While I retrieve it, she pulls a blanket part of the way over her and checks out the rest of the toys. It’s nothing too out there. A small vibrator, a set of nipple clamps, a blindfold, the blue cuffs, some rope, and the brushes.
I spill the contents of her bag out onto the bed and pick up a fleshlight. “I’m sure you already have an array of them, but one more can’t hurt.”
“Very funny. I’ve never tried one, but I’m one hundred percent on board.”
“Are you?” she says with mischief in her voice as she waves another package.
“Oh no. No-ho.”
Shrugging, she opens the package and lays out two butt plugs. One says Hers in red lettering on the flared base and the other says His. “You’re the one going on about anal. Seemed fair.”
“Next,” I announce.
She holds up a silicone cock ring. “It vibrates.”
I set the ring and fleshlight aside. “Those will be perfect for next time. Tonight is about you.”
“It’s your birthday!”
“And I’m getting what I want. You at my mercy. Now give me your hands.”
“You aren’t even undressed,” she argues, pulling the cover over her. “Get your clothes off too.”
I catch her arm and put the cuff on her wrist, then pull it over to fasten the other one as well. As soon as I have her cuffed, I throw the blanket off of her. “You seem to be confused about who’s in control here, baby.”
Grabbing her legs, I pull her down until she’s lying on her back and run my hands down her body until my fingers stroke the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. All humor is gone in seconds. I watch her chest rise and fall as I take a short length of rope and attach the cuffs to the headboard.
Before I go any further, I need a second to drink in the sight of her. Her arms are stretched above her head, thrusting her tits forward and the small muscles in the back of her arms are prominent with the slight strain.
“Owen.”
The word comes out in a whisper, not laced with fear but some uncertainty. I’m amazed at how this feels. The power of having her like this. And how it must feel for her. Completely nude, restrained, and on display while I’m still fully clothed.
“Yes?” I reply, kneeling between her legs as I bend them at the knee and move them apart.
“You’ve never done anything like this before?” A slight rattle of nerves plays in her voice.
