The previous week’s date with Tabby couldn’t have been more unexpected. I shouldn’t have given in to my need to have her scent on me in the movie theater. She undid me, and with the revelation that she might be in danger, I’m determined to make her ours.
I’d used our security resources to watch her but hadn’t seen any evidence of a stalker. It only moderately calmed my nerves.
I pull my shirt sleeves down from where they bunched up under my jacket then tuck a few strands of hair back into place. I want everything to be perfect for Tabby. It had taken several days, but she’d agreed to go on a date to Club Sin with just me, and I’d been looking forward to it all week.
I’d cleared it with my brothers before she woke up the morning she’d spent the night, letting them know that I’d found the perfect woman, she just needed to be introduced slowly. And I admitted how I’d gotten intimate before telling her about our arrangement. They must have sensed how serious I was because they permitted me to use my judgment.
All week I’d been consumed by the memory of her body curled into my chest with my arms wrapped around her. My dick had threatened to get hard every time she’d breathed or wiggled her ass, but there was no way I could completely disregard my commitment to my brothers. I’d breached the rules more than I could believe.
If Tabby couldn’t accept my brothers, I would have to find a way to keep her out of my heart. I couldn’t seriously entertain that as an option.
Then my mind was back on the sleepless night that had meant I had more time to enjoy the sweet scent of her skin, the curves of her body against mine as she trusted me, and all the talking she did in her sleep.
Mostly nonsense except she kept asking for a person’s location. Even in her sleep, she’d worried about the guy that called her at work. The dream had distressed her and I’d stroked her cheek, whispering that everything would be all right, that I would protect her, forever.
I want to show her that my brothers and I can help her relax, help her unwind at the end of her stressful days, and keep the toll of work from seeping into her personal life. Is it hard to be a lifeline for people in distress? In a way she’s helpless. In a way, she’s a god. I’ve never given 911 operators so much thought, but she didn’t get away from her job even in her sleep.
If we ever find out who the creeper caller is, the calls will come to an end. And if someone is stalking her, they won’t be around long enough to regret their decision.
Her parameters for the date were that she wanted to see our room at Club Sin and have me show her the basics of what would happen, with the caveat that she wasn’t sure she was ready to have sex there even though it would offer more privacy than fooling around in a movie theater.
I assured her that she didn’t have to dress fancy, the casual top and skirt she’d worn to the theater would be plenty.
When I arrive at her house, I’m astounded by the form-fitting black dress she’s wearing. My attention is particularly drawn to the blue sash around her waist. Like my tie, her sash will make an excellent blindfold, or restraint, if she responded well to the club.
During the drive, I have her tell me about her week, making sure she hadn’t had any more troubling incidents. The surveillance we’d done on her couldn’t determine if she’d gotten calls.
Pride swells my chest while I’m walking her into the club. It’s never felt so right.
She’s a prize and even though I’m not going to have sex with her tonight, I’m the luckiest guy there.
Stopping in front of Room Two, I say, “This is it. Ready?”
She’s cautious but curious and nods, which is likely to leave options open.
I guide her into the room and close the door behind us, keeping the dimmer switch on low. She stands in the middle of the room and turns, taking inventory of the mirrors and curtains that can be pulled over them, the different shaped chairs, and of course the bed.
“It’s just a room. I thought you were placating me when you said it’s not a dungeon. It’s not a Red Room of Pain.” Her hands relax at her sides.
I breathe easier. “There are different rooms. Some have…equipment for different kinks, but this is a basic room.”
Her hands writhe and I move behind her, wrapping my arms around her, and whisper in her ear, “What you let me do in the movie theater could be considered a kink, it was exhibitionist.”
Her body wiggles with a laugh. “More like an opportunist.”
“That’s the spirit.”
I untie the sash from her waist and drag it up, caressing the side of her face with the silk. Then I wrap my free hand around the other end and move the fabric in front of her eyes. “Have you ever used a blindfold?”
“No.”
“Want to try?”
“Um…for…”
“Not for sex. I just want to show you what it’s like.”
“Okay.”
Securely fastening it around her head, I step backward. “Leave your hands by your sides.”
A second passes then she asks, “Where did you go?”
I wrap my fingers around the side of her waist and she shivers at my touch. Stepping closer to her back I ask, “Can you feel my body heat?”
“Yes.”
I hover my hand over her shoulder. “Can you sense where my hand is?”
There’s a pause and she tilts her head.
“My shoulder.”
I reward her by caressing her arm, stepping in front of her before linking our fingers. I bend and breathe on the swell of her tits.
Her laugh is the sweetest consent.
I move higher, stopping my lips beside her ear, willing myself to remember that I can’t go all the way without Bruce and Malachi meeting her. Even though she’s amazingly receptive and responsive, I can’t push too fast.
She turns, her lips landing on mine, her hands staying by her sides. Our only contacts are our fingers and lips. Her mouth drops open and our tongues entangle. My cock strains in my pants. What would she say about inviting my brothers tonight?
I can’t risk it. I’ll show her how she deserves to be treated then offer to multiply it times three. Then I’ll be able to sink my dick into her. We’ll give her everything she’s ever wanted.
I’m lost in my thoughts of the future when I realize my hands are on her ass, pulling her close, holding her tight against my dick while I thrust my hips, desperate for release.
If I claim her solo and she can’t accept my brothers, they’ll never forgive me. I won’t be able to forgive myself.
Scooping her up, I carry her to the bed. “Can we have a little more fun?”
“Yes.”
I’m unsettled by the way she enchants me. It’s impossible to wait and yet, I can’t expect her to understand how my primal instinct tells me she’s the one.
I stand her beside the bed and lower her zipper, slipping the dress off her body, kissing her skin as it becomes exposed.
She’s on display like a statue of the goddess she is, letting me worship her.
I drape the dress over the back of a chair and admire her trust. The spike heels carry my eyes upward to her calves and if I bent her over, I’d be able to see the pussy that was so gloriously wet at the movies.
My cock thickens. I’m tempted to pull it out but I back off while I stare at her.
She’s doing great. My gaze continues upward, catching the scrap of fabric between her ass cheeks that rises into a waistband.
My fingers itch to dip into the fabric and drag it downward, moving it past her hips then letting it fall to the floor so I can snatch it up and take it home as a souvenir, ripe with the scent of her sweetness.
“Should I do something?” she asks.
“I’m admiring you.”
“Are you going to touch me?”
“I will.”
I force my eyes to the curve of her waist and the slight broadness of her chest. Stepping to the side, I memorize the swell of her soft mounds, beaded nipples, and I have to touch her.
She gasps as my fingers slip to her waist. I press my body into hers, my erection reminding her this isn’t easy on me. Yet, I’m loving it, her willingness is amazing, and my balls are so tight they’re ready to blow in my pants.
Kissing my way from her shoulder, down her chest, I lick between the curves of her breasts, dragging my tongue onto her bra and tease her nipple through the fabric.
Her hands tangle in my hair as she moans.
“You like that, Tabby?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need me to lay you down?”
“I thought we weren’t going to…” Her words trail off as my hand slides down her stomach, into her panties, and my middle finger goes straight over her clit. My breath hitches. She’s soaked.
Her legs wobble and I position myself behind her so I can wrap one of my arms around her waist while I bring her to orgasm with the other.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for you again.”
Her head drops back onto my shoulder and I dip a finger into her cunt. Her walls tighten around me in a divine embrace.
When I get inside of her properly, she’s going to milk my dick so hard my balls are going to ache for a week after I take her. Right now, they ache for a whole different reason.
I slide out and massage her mound. Breathing in her scent, feeling her body against mine, I settle into a pace that causes her fingers to dig into my arms. She wobbles on her heels and I steady her. Her mouth drops open and draws air in with her shudders.
Rubbing my face against the silky sash, I treasure the trust she has in me. I’ll never break it, never let anyone hurt this woman who can abandon herself to me.
“I’m so close.” Her words are hurried.
“You’re so beautiful, you’re—” I stop myself from calling her mine but my agony escalates when her moans become high-pitched, her body tenses, and her hips buck hard against my hand.
I’m dying to pound my dick into her wetness, draw out her orgasm, give her pussy something to contract around, but thank fuck I have clothes on so I don’t.
However long it fucking takes, I will get there with her.
“Come for me Tabby, let me make that pussy happy.”
Her body slumps forward but I hold her tightly against me. She cries out as liquid coats my hand.
My cock leaks precum inside my pants but I refuse to climax like this. I’ll deal with it later in the shower, riding on the memory of this beautiful sight wrapped in my arms, her tits held perfectly by the bra.
When her body sinks into mine, I cradle her in my arms, transferring her to the bed, then I settle between her legs and feast.
